Gloria Munday had been uptight all afternoon over whether or not the head librarian had seen anything. She was deathly afraid that the old bitch might get it into her head that something wasn't quite right and simply fire her for cause. But, in spite of several searching looks and arched eyebrows, the older woman had done nothing in the way of even rebuking her junior worker.
For that Gloria was thankful. But her mind was still in turmoil over other things. She loved it when Fred sneaked in and fucked her like he had. And eating her out had been such a thrill!
Somehow, the almost-discovery had added spice to it that would have been lacking otherwise. Gloria wasn't sorry Fred had given her pussy that wondrous eating-out, but his earlier words had bothered her.
She knew that things weren't quite right between her and Don.
They hadn't been for almost a year. Yet she couldn't quite force herself to think it was time for divorce. She still loved the man and she thought he loved her. The spark, though, had simply gone out of their lovemaking. There was none of the illicit thrill she got from fucking her son. Once there had been a similar charge every time Don had fucked her. He was quite a cocksman. She remembered the long, fun nights when they had literally fucked from sunset to sunrise. But those were buried in her memory. They didn't happen any more. He was too tired. Or she didn't feel like it. Each of them was making excuses to avoid the other. And Gloria realized how close to the truth Fred had come. The marriage was boring them both to death. Gloria went through her closet until she found the flimsiest, most revealing nightie she had. She stripped off her staid, librarian clothes and stood in front of the mirror for a moment, stark naked, and admired herself. She turned first one way then the other. Hand on her cocked hip, she struck a high fashion model's pose. “Not so bad, if I do say so myself,” she told her image in the mirror. “For an old lady of thirty-eight, you're still pretty hot stuff.” She critically surveyed herself and decided she was, indeed, good-looking. Maybe not quite as appealing as when she and Don had married nineteen years earlier, but still one hell of a foxy lady. The way her tits sagged just a little didn't bother her too much. There was still enough snap if a man toyed with them to delight him. And the sag wasn't the result of poor muscle tone as much as it was the huge mounds of tit-flesh she had dangling from her chest. The waist was as trim as ever. She prided herself on how well she kept in shape. The way her ass flared out into a very womanly set of buttocks pleased her no end. Flexing her muscles even made her legs appear to be as sleek as a teenager's.
There was no doubt in her mind that she wasn't losing it physically.
Whatever problems between her and Don had to be the result of mental conditions. Boredom. She recognized it in herself. Every time he came home, she knew his little ritual. He would toss his briefcase stuffed full of useless papers and half-eaten sandwiches aside, grab the evening paper and retreat to a spot in front of the television.
Getting him to stir before dinner was hard and, after dinner, impossible. As long as the idiot eye was on, he would watch it.
And she was as much to blame. Had she ever tried to entice him away from the TV? Ever tried to seduce him and show him something even more thrilling than watching a football game? She slipped into the nightie and noticed it barely came to the bottom of her behind.
She bent forward and watched tie way it crept up, then she smiled.
This was going to be perfect. Reaching into the closet, she found another filmy dressing gown and tossed it around her shoulders. The peach-colored, gauzy material hid very little and highlighted everything. She looked like a French actress waiting for a sexy part in some movie. Gloria heard Don's car in the driveway. Heart beating faster, she waited for him to come in. The lights were down, candles flickered romantically in the dining room. The door opened and Don came swinging in, his briefcase thumping against the table as he tossed it aside. “Evening,” he called out. “Where the hell's the paper?” She went to him, more like a ghost wrapped in mist than the woman he had come to expect to be there. “Good evening yourself, lover,” she cooed. Her fingers reached out and sensuously stroked his cheeks. He blinked and took a full step away from her. “What the hell's going on, Gloria? Why are you all dressed-undressed-like that?”
“Don't you like it? I'll take it off if it offends you!” She began to remove the dressing gown and when Don saw the nightie was all she had on underneath, he rapidly reached out and pulled the gown back around her shoulders. “Hey, look, I didn't know you were ready for bed. Are you sick or something?” “Do I look sick? Do I feel sick?” She moved closer and her lips hungrily sought his. For a moment, he was taken by surprise. Then, when he had regained a modicum of his composure, he returned the kiss with all the fervor and passion with which it was given. Then, as if coming to his senses from some beautifully erotic dream, he pushed her to arm's length and held her there, simply staring. “What's wrong with you? You don't act like this, Gloria.” “Do you mind?” She hunched her shoulders, then straightened them so that the nightie fell open almost to the waist.
There was nothing but dimly lit space between her succulent tits and his body. “No, I don't guess so. It's just unusual for you to do something like this. But damned if I don't like it!” “Let's go into the living room. I've set up dinner there for you.” He followed her in, admiring the way her perky little ass poked out from under the nightie as she moved. He reached out and pinched her. It was pure impulse. For a second, he thought she would yell at him as she always did when he tried things like that. Instead, she surprised him with a long, juicy kiss that set his heart to racing. He sat in his usual chair and found her kneeling in front of him, a tasty bite of chicken held lightly between her fingers. She held it out for him and he readily took it, making sure to lick her fingers clean. They fed each other and Don felt his desire for her mounting. Yet he was confused at this sudden change. Once, an old habit hit him and he went to turn on the television set. When it didn't light up, he kicked it. She quietly told him, “The set won't work.” “Hell, how long has that been like that?” He kicked the set again, as if this would magically make it work. His feeling of frustration was immediately vented toward the inanimate set. “It'll work tomorrow. It's just for tonight that it won't work,” she told him. “I pulled the plug.”
“Why?” And then he had other things to think about. She came to him on her knees. The sight of her tits bouncing in front of her chest, veiled slightly by the peach-colored nylon, gave his cock a twinge such as it hadn't felt in years. When he saw the dark red nipples begin to rise he knew that she was as hot to fuck as he was.
She pressed close to him, her arms around his knees. And then, looking up, she moved closer to his crotch. With her teeth, she pulled the zipper of his fly down and let his prick snap to immediate attention. The long, ugly red shaft was quivering like a racehorse in the starting gate. It knew what it wanted and was eager to get it.
“So lovely,” she said, her fingers caressing his prick as if it were some sort of religious relic. Then she popped the purpled knob of his cock into her mouth. Ruby lips closed on just the glans and sucked until her cheeks went concave. He groaned and almost fell. He reached out and caught himself on the television set. Only with the sturdy box propping him up could he maintain his stance. Never had this weakness hit him so fast. He knew that his cock was primed and ready to explode. Her hot, sucking mouth moving up and down it had something to do with it, sure, but he realized that the entire seduction was taking, its toll of his stamina. He felt like a teenager again. But these were hardly teenaged games she was playing. These were very, very adult and very, very sophisticated. And he loved the hell out of it. “Keep sucking, wench,” he told her. “I like the wet feel of your tongue all over my prick.” She was cradling his cock inside her mouth with a cupped tongue. The roughness as his prick slid in and out made him come fully erect. Never had his prick felt stiffer than it was now. And the way she sucked on his cock turned him on in a big way. Tiny arrows of delight stabbed into his groin, then shot all the way into his belly. His balls in their hairy little hag churned faster, almost at the boiling point. The thick stew of his jism begged for immediate release. He held it in, wanting more pleasure before releasing the fiery torrent of sperm and semen.
“Do you really like it, lover?” she asked needlessly. Her fingers reached into his pants and fumbled out his balls. The lightest touch on the little sac was almost enough to make him come in her face. That would be a waste, he decided. Iron control held in his jizz, at least for the time being. “Damned right I do!” he told her. He perched his ass against the edge of the television. For once he'd found a use for it that didn't require sitting and mindlessly staring at the giant oval eye. She teased and tormented his balls as much as she could. The woman was getting hotter by the moment. The smell of male musk in her nostrils spurred her on to suck harder, to face-fuck herself just a little faster, to give even more stimulation to the bag containing his balls. She pressed her tongue against that hard little sphere dangling under his long prick and felt the agitation inside.
The balls were tumbling and lurching harder than she'd ever felt before. She went back along the tasty shaft of his cock. She licked it as if it was a merry popsicle. The taste made her mouth water. Whenever her nose burrowed into the thick fleece of his bush, she wanted to sneeze. The odors assailing her were making her pussy dribble out its thick lubricating oils. She heaved a big sigh and hotly gusted through the tangled forest of his pubic hair. That made his hips jerk spastically. This took her by surprise. He was close to coming. She realized then the full effect of her little dressing-up-or not dressing!-was getting to him even more than she had hoped. It excited him, it turned him into a raging beast intent on nothing but fucking! And that pleased her because she felt like a bitch in heat. She wanted that prick. She wanted it stuffed all the way up her twat and fucking the living hell out of her. Nothing less than being split apart all the way to the chin would satisfy the longing she felt deep inside. Her cunt felt hollow and empty, neglected for too long by this man's lovely prick. She wanted to feel him inside her, moving, fucking, making her come alive to the feel of his prick against her pussy walls. “On your feet, dammit,” he flared. “I can't take any more of this. And I don't want to waste all my jizz by coming in your mouth. I want to stick this where it'll do the both of us a hell of a lot more good!” He lifted her and spun her around so fast that she fell forward. The television set caught her fall. She sprawled gracelessly across the top of it. Before she could straighten up, a strong hand shoved her flat. This mashed her tits into the wood top. The hard points of her nipples felt as if they would pop from this treatment. And erotic surges of carnal delight blasted into her chest. She slumped back down and rubbed her tits against the set. The way the nylon of her nightie and the pressure on her boobs stimulated her, she could have gotten off just on those two things alone. When she felt him come up behind her, his legs pressing into the curve of her behind, she knew she wouldn't have to masturbate herself to a climax. His huge prick forced its way between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. She thought he was hunting for her cunt dangling wide a few inches below. He took her entirely by surprise when his prick head nudged firmly into the tight ring of her anus. “N-no!” she cried out. “Don't fuck me up the ass! Please!
Y-you've never done that! You'll rip me apart!” It was true. In nineteen years of marriage not once had he buttfucked her. And now she had enticed him so much that he couldn't hold himself back! She damned herself for not doing this sooner! But the pain as his monstrous prick forced its way into her chary little asshole frightened her. He was huge. Hung like a bull, he could rip her delicate tissues if he tried fucking her up the rear like this. She didn't mind her son's tongue trying to slither all the way up into her rectum. That was so tiny and wet it couldn't possibly hurt her. The size of the cock, though, was something else. She pleaded, “No, please don't do this!
D-down lower! My cunt! Fuck my cunt!” It was as if he didn't hear her at all. The pressures mounted as he leaned forward. She tried to relax, to accommodate this huge male invader up her back. Her excitement prevented her from relaxing at all. But that didn't stop his prick. She felt the blunted head of it slowly spreading her apart and then the entire glans was inside the tight ring of her asshole.
“God, you're tight up the back. I should have done this before! I should have given you the sexiest enema ever!” She was writhing, but she couldn't tell if it was from pain or excitement. She ached where his large cock was entering her asshole. But there was something else that she couldn't quite identify. It was excitement, but at what?
A new form of fucking? A masochistic thrill at the pain? A feeling that she was the one who had started all this and must now reap whatever happened? It was all of that and maybe more. She moaned and even ended up shoving her pert ass back toward the man's groin to drive the hot spike of his manhood into her rear. As it seared its way up, she thought it was tearing her apart. She knew she was bleeding to death from being ripped apart by a too-large pecker naming out her ass. Nothing of the sort happened. When her inner tissues began to expand to take the huge, strange visitor, she actually found a carnal thrill that had been lacking from regular fucking. There was something elemental about this. It was something an uninhibited animal would do And she felt like a bitch in heat as much as he was a stud in rut. “Fuck me hard!” she demanded. The warmth of his entry into her ass burned and lit more fires of raging passion inside her belly.
She struggled to shove her hips back to get even more of his cock buried inside her. The way her ass neatly fit the curve of his groin made her think they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle made especially for each other. She felt his hands come around her waist and grab hold. He could get a lot more leverage now. And he used it. She felt his hands tighten as he pushed out of her. She almost screamed at the suction inside her ass. The retreating prick formed a huge vacuum in her guts. And when his prick came to the asshole, there was an obscene smacking sound as if she'd farted. He laughed. And his prick immediately started back into her asshole again. She moaned and felt sweat begin to bead her forehead. The cock driving slowly, powerfully, into her body didn't stop until she felt his balls wetly slapping against her dangling cunt lips. The tiny amount of stimulation sent tremors earthquaking throughout her body. The woman tensed her muscles and the man groaned instantly. “Dammit,” he called out, “are you trying to chop my cock off or something? That asshole of yours is like a hangman's noose!” She relaxed a little and let the pleasure flow through her belly like melted butter. It puddled inside, then slowly spread up her spine. When it reached her brain, it glowed brightly for a moment, then exploded into all the colors of the rainbow. She came, harder than she ever had before. He grunted and hung on as she thrashed around, the long spike of his impaling prick buried up her rear. When the storms of orgasm had died down a little in her seething body, he pulled out again. She felt the warmth and friction of his prick against the insides of her but-tocks.
“I can't take it any more,” she shrieked. “Fuck me good and let me come big! BIG, DO YOU HEAR!” He gritted his teeth and began poling in and out of the woman's ass with steady, powerful strokes.
“I… aaaaaieeeeee!” she screamed. He fell her asshole snap down hard around his prick. He gasped at the heat and strength all around him. But he kept moving. In spite of the powerful muscle trying to prevent that male invader from fucking deep into her rectum, he fucked. His hips and back strained as he drove forward. His biceps knotted as he pulled on her hips to make sure that he was able to fuck her deep enough to fully pleasure both of them. He needn't have worried on this score. The woman's brain was seared from the power of her come. She slowly regained her senses and found her body demanding ever more in the way of stimulation. Her tits crushed down hard onto the television set and felt like overinflated footballs. She rubbed and stroked and clutched fiercely at her own tits, squeezing them till she came again. The fire leaped into her chest and burned harshly into her lungs. The woman felt as if her throat had been coated with sandpaper and her chest was filled with napalm. But the biggest reaction to the buttfucking came from a spot still lower on her body.
Her cunt leaked out a steady flow of lubricants now. It trickled down the inside of her thighs and tickled. And, strangely, this made her all the more excited. She spread her legs a bit farther apart and felt her asshole tighten around the man's cock buried so far up into her guts. “Can't hold on much longer,” he told her. “Gotta fuck for all it's worth now or forget it!” “So fuck, damn you, fuck me hard and deep and looooong!” His hips exploded into a frenzy of motion. She felt his prick pull back and slam home into her ass. The feel of his upper legs straining against her well-rounded ass gave her an added feeling of need. The prick was finding her innermost desires and stroking across them. It turned her into a raving beast. She felt the fucking frenzy seize her. Head tossing from side to side, she sent a lustrous auburn cascade of hair into motion all around her. She rubbed and fondled her own tits until she thought she would poke holes into the quivering mounds of snowy titflesh. And when she moved to one side and pressed the corner of the television set into her clit, she found heaven. She came. The universe shattered around her.
Nothing except that hot, fucking piston of cock searing Its way up her shit chute. As her climax was dying down, she felt the prick inside her begin to swell. That already large pecker grew in size Until she thought it would rip her apart. Then it spewed out its hot load of come. The liquid surge of his jism into her bowels made her feel weak and watery. But the excitement mounted rapidly as she felt the sweet flowing jism and the hard fucking cock working together in her butt. The Greeking was about the best form of fucking she'd ever discovered. It touched all her animal instincts and even turned her once lackluster performing husband into a real stud. The Stud she knew him to be. When she felt the rigid prick begin to turn limp inside her asshole, she let out a huge sigh of relief. It was also one of disappointment. The cornholing was over. Her body could relax, but she knew she would have preferred him to fuck her far into the night.
Her body had demanded nothing less. “Well, now we know the answer,” he said. “The answer to what?” “The next time anyone asks us what we think about sex on television, we'll have to answer that it's great!” She laughed and clung weakly to the sides of the set. At long last they had found something better to use the TV set for than to watch. And what a dynamite “something else” it was, too!