He pulled her upward, his hands filling with her hot, sweat-damp tits.
Nicole climbed atop Bill Archer, grinding her excited body down upon his. Her mouth covered his. She sucked his tongue the way she'd sucked his cock, and beneath her body, she could feel his prick, as big, as hard, and as eager for her pussy as it had been for her mouth.
"You just passed one of the tests," she whispered. "I won't fuck a man who doesn't want to kiss me after I've sucked him off!"
He kissed her again spearing his tongue into her once more.
"This should guarantee me a piece of ass, then," he said. His hands went down to cup the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed lewdly atop him, spreading her legs to enfold him. The swollen length of his prick rubbed through her dark-furred crotch, stimulating the already-dripping lips of Nicole's cunt.
"I wanna fuck you so bad I can taste it," Bill Archer said. "So why the hell don't you let me taste it, bitch?"
He pulled firmly on her asscheeks, and Nicole squealed in glee, sliding forward. She rubbed her wet cunt across his chest, bringing it toward his waiting face. He opened her with his thumbs, thrust his mouth upward, and began to lick the splayed coral-pink trench of Nicole's aroused pussy.
She rode high and eager above him, squirming and squealing as his licking made her clit throb and twitch in response. He sucked at the hot bud, gnawing it gently with his teeth, sending white-hot jolts of sexual frenzy through the woman's body. The tips of his thumbs moved onto the super-sensitive slickness of her cunt-slit, and one of them entered her wet pussy. He thrust as he nibbled her clit, and she screamed in growing abandon.
"Oh, fuck me, you horny bastard! Eat me, and then fuck meeeeeee!"
He fucked his thumb in and out of her, still chewing and sucking and licking and kissing her clit. She came twice, drenching his face with her juices, and he kept on eating, lapping at her steaming pussy as if he were in a contest at some rural county fair.
"Your husband ought to be strung up by the balls!" he gasped, his tongue sliding up and down her cunt-slit. "You got a cunt that tastes like peaches and cream, lady! Mmmm, and I'm gonna fill it with some hot cream of my own!"
He took his thumb out of her and sucked the juices off it.
Looking up at her, he said, "I guess you still feel like fucking, don't you, Nicole? I mean, I can call you Nicole, can't I?"
"You can call me a nasty fucking cunt, if you want to," she said, "just as long as you get that cock inside me!"
"Okay, nasty fucking cunt," Archer said. "Get your ass off my face and I'll give you what you seem to need."
Nicole couldn't remember ever being so excited about a sexual encounter.
She slid back down Bill Archer's body.
"I'm fucking you, stud," she said, lifting herself above his stiff cock. She rubbed the tip through her dripping pussy. "It does feel nice and horny! Let's see how it feels inside!"
She eased the cock-knob into her hungry cunt and slid downward, swallowing him with her pussy even more ferociously than she'd gobbled with her mouth.
His body stiffened beneath her as she took his cock in her pussy. She strained downward, writhing above his groin. He put a hand on her tits, another on her ass, and he began to fuck hard, straight up into her cunt.
He stabbed hard, piercingly, filling Nicole's pussy again and again with the swollen meat of his cock. It was hard to believe she's sucked him to a blistering, gushing orgasm. He was stiff and eager, and she was easily as wet and eager to receive him. The knob of his cock fucked deep into her belly, stirring her cunt frantically.
Nicole swamped his cock with her steamy cunt, riding down to gulp him home time after time. She rocked as she fucked him, and she clutched at her tits, moaning and shuddering and coming down the shaft of his prick.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Bill gasped beneath her.
She could feel the mounting excitement throbbing through his cockshaft. It matched the fiery arousal that bubbled inside her cunt. She met him stroke for stroke, grinding her cunt down onto his prick, eating it to the balls repeatedly.
She came twice more while she rode him.
She leaned forward, moving her tits across his chest. He caught them, squeezing the plush mounds, bringing them to his lips for more bites and sucks and kisses. She moaned, her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her hard, hot nipples.
"Drink me!" she moaned. "Oh, drink me!"
His cock swelled inside her cunt. It felt so fucking big she thought her pussy might rip open. But he didn't miss a stroke, and she didn't miss a stroke, either.
The fucking wasn't as fast, as jackhammer-like, as it had been at the start. They were down to the slow grinding phase now, but slow didn't mean dull. The head of Bill Archer's prick stabbed repeatedly into the lusting maw of Nicole Patterson's pussy, and she chirped and moaned and whimpered, feeling yet another climax building inside her.
She ground her hungry pussy against him, accentuating the pressure on her ready-to-bust clit.
"You son of a bitch!" she shrieked, rotating her pussy around his prick. "Oh, you're making me come!"
"Me too, cunt!" Archer cried, and his sudden thrust almost sent Nicole into orbit. He pushed his cock to the very bottom of her cunt, held it there for what seemed an eternity, and then she felt him explode.
His jizz blasted into her. He fucked her until his cock went dry. She collapsed on him, her body soaked with sweat, his hands sliding up and down her body until they settled on her quivering asscheeks.
His chest hair was matted with sweat beneath her tingling nipples. She sighed, making her tits move through his moist fur, increasing the amount of stimulation that her rigid nipples already felt.
Bill's jizz was oozing out of her pussy, and his cock, going soft, had just begun to slide out of her sticky-wet hole. She sighed again, squeezing with her cunt muscles, but it was too late to trap him. His prick eased out, and after it bubbled the driblets of spunk he had squirted up Nicole.
"You saw the tapes," she said. "You saw my husband fuck that little red-haired cunt three times. I want a man who doesn't know when to quit. I want a man who can fuck my mouth and my pussy and then roll me over and fuck me again. How about it? Are you that kind of man? Can you get that cock hard and fuck me one more time?"
She didn't give him time to answer. She grabbed his cum-slimed cock and began to masturbate it. She was forceful. Pressing her mouth against his, she slipped her tongue between his lips and checked out his dental work while she continued to jerk on his cock.
"Right here, right now!" she whispered into his mouth, still working on his prick. "I want it again! I've gone without for too damn long!"
He panted, and she could see concentration in his eyes.
"You're something, lady," he said as his prick began to swell inside Nicole's fist. He put his hands on her shoulders and sat her up, rising with her. "Okay, nasty fucking cunt, you've got this thing hard again, so I'll just have to let you have it one more time."
He was on his knees beside her now, his prick sticking up at a sharp angle. It felt a little thinner than before, as if she'd skinned off some of the fat inside her tight pussy, but it was as hard as steel, and she slid her fingertips up and down the length of it, her eyes bright with excitement. She'd never done it three times in a row before, not even with Roger, but this was certainly a day for novelties.
Nicole bent down to lick it. He still tasted of cum, but there was also the flavor of cunt on his prick. Her cunt. Her juices. She lapped up and down his shaft, nibbling and sucking at the hot spongy cock-knob.
Her lips seemed glued to Bill's prick. She sucked it a little deeper into her mouth, momentarily unwilling to stop sucking on it.
But she raised her head, licking her lips, and her mouth glistened lasciviously as she looked up at Bill Archer. He pulled her upright and burned her mouth in a kiss, his hand automatically dropping to her pussy. She sighed into his mouth, arching her cunt into his clutching hand. His finger entered her, poking about tentatively, testing the wetness, the desire within.
"Unh-huh," she said wriggling out of his embrace. "You saw the tapes, baby. I want the same thing that freckle-faced slut gave my husband. I never let Roger fuck me up the ass-not one time-and now I'm going to let you have my asshole cherry, just for proving to me what a shit my husband is. The one thing he never got from me is yours!"
"Are you sure?" he asked, but she could see the new fire in his eyes.
"Are you sure you want my big hard cock up that cute ass of yours?"
She lay face-down on the couch, looking up at him over her shoulder.
One of her long legs dangled down to the floor, and her crotch was totally exposed to his eyes. She saw him staring at her, and she liked the way he stared. She also liked the way his prick continued to stick up.
"Hurry, before I change my mind," she said. "I'm crazy with shock and I might regain my senses at any moment."
He slid off the couch, onto his knees on the floor. He cupped her nearest tit while he leant down to lick and kiss the curve of her ass.
The wet smacking of his lips sent vibrations through her ass and she began to writhe and squirm on the sofa. Reaching down, she fingered her clit as he tongued her ass, and the vibrations continued. She liked that a lot.
He spread her asscheeks and licked playfully at her shitter. She had a finger up her cunt by now, sliding it in and out of her wet, sensitized fuck-hole. She turned slightly so she could move her finger more freely. He followed with his head and kept on tonguing her asshole.
His tongue moved back and forth from her shitter to the lower edge of her pussy-crack. As her finger moved in and out, he licked it too. She slipped the finger out and his tongue poked inside her cunt, stirring her juices just a little more. Then he was back at her asshole.
Bill Archer was eating out her asshole now, and it was an incredible feeling. She'd never had a man's tongue back there before. It had always seemed kinda dirty, sexing around with the asshole, but not now.
He had her asscheeks spread and her shitter was dilated, and he was dipping his tongue in and out. She rocked on the sofa, pushing her ass at his face.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh baby, eat me where I shit!"
Her eyes got big as he replaced his tongue with his finger. She moaned when the finger began to rotate inside her shithole, turning around and around. Her shitter tightened automatically, but he kept on prodding it, and suddenly he entered her.
"Loosen up, bitch," he said.
"I'm trying!" Nicole panted, frigging her hot clit in desperation.
His fingertip pushed deeper, and she made a gagging sound, but the panic faded quickly, once she got used to the feel of him inside her ass.
She was tight, and he had to fight her a bit. She strained, anxious to take him despite her apprehensions and second thoughts. And then her resistance broke down, and his finger plunged all the way up her asshole. He ground his knuckle against her ass-ring, rotating his finger inside her, and she whined and whimpered.
He reamed her mercilessly. But with each rotation, her asshole got a little less tight, a little more excited.
He pulled out of her ass, wiping his finger on an asscheek.
"Okay, baby," he said, "you wanted the real thing, and that's what I'm gonna give you. Stroke my cock once more for luck, and then I'll fuck your tight sweet ass!"
She was still frigging and fingering herself, but she took his cock in her other hand and squeezed, feeling the excited surges that raced through his stiffened meat. He felt a lot bigger than he had a couple of minutes ago.
He mounted the sofa behind her, coming down upon Nicole. She spread a little wider, reaching back with both hands to open herself for him.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, "Fuck me up the ass, just like my husband fucked his little red-headed whore!"
He brought the knob of his cock to bear against her asshole. She closed her eyes, feeling its blunt snout nosing her there.
"Oh, come on!" she panted. "Do it to me, stud!"
Her hole was dilated from the finger-reaming he'd given her, and he was able to get the head of his cock inside her with no trouble.
"Oooooh, it's gonna hurt!" she whimpered.
"It won't hurt me a bit," Bill Archer said, and drove his cock into her.
She screamed at the force and fury of his sudden lunging penetration.
The meaty shaft of his prick rammed hard and deep into her ass, and she screamed again, but she was definitely fucked, pinned to the sofa by the weight of his body and the length of his cock, and there was not a hell of a lot she could do about it now.
"Fuck me, then, goddamn you!" she snarled over her shoulder, and her finger began to fuck in and out of her cunt. She could feel his cock moving inside her ass, and it excited her. Nicole stimulated herself harder, and Bill matched her stroke for stroke.
She was as tight as hell back there, but she wasn't constipated against his assault, and the more times he prodded her with his prick, the looser her asshole became. It never grew less than snug around his prick, but there were no red bursts of agony now that he was fully imbedded, and his fucking became a little gentler, and a lot more exciting.
She continued to masturbate her pussy, his hand joining hers in the effort. While she finger-fucked herself, Bill concentrated on her clit.
The pleasurable sensations grew stronger, more difficult to resist. His prick fucked into her ass again and again, and she chewed her lips, enduring and enjoying.
"Oh, you fucker!" she whined. "Oh, you rotten fucker!"
But there was nothing rotten about the way he fucked Nicole's asshole.
She writhed and swayed, she moaned and whimpered, and she came like a bitch in heat.
She wasn't sure if she was coming in her asshole, her pussy, or both.
She only knew that it was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
It seemed to last forever, building into new heights each time she thought it was ebbing. He'd poke her again, deeper, with his driving, ass-pounding cock, and she'd suck in her breath and find herself squealing out a fresh come. Her fingers were dripping as they kept up the pussy attack, and her clit was so raw under his fingers that she heard herself begging him to stop.
He didn't stop. He fucked her. It was what she'd asked for, and it was what he gave her.
Suddenly he gasped too, and she knew that he was going to come, that he was going to splatter her guts with the discharge of his jism. She thrust her ass back against him, engulfing his prick in her tight shitter, and she wiggled her ass from side to side, the muscles milking hotly at his throbbing prick.
"So this is what it's like!" she moaned from deep in her guts, the words forced out of her by the belly-busting force of Bill Archer's long cock. And even as she spoke, his cock vibrated within her asshole and began to spit out its load of jizz.
"So, what are you going to do about this?" Archer asked, indicating the torn pictures and the VCR-tape. "You've got the fucker by the balls.
With evidence like this, he probably won't even show up in divorce court to answer the charge."
"I don't know," Nicole said, hooking her bra. "I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. But when I do figure it out, I promise you'll be the first to know."