All the while he was in the liquor store Ken was whistling. His spirits were high and the bottle of bourbon he purchased only promised to make them higher. He paid the cashier and drove directly to the street where Valerie's apartment building was located.
After parking a discreet distance away, checking in the mirror to make sure his hair was neat and locking the car, he jauntily stepped along the sidewalk and entered her building. It was a modem, sprawling complex with pool, sauna, recreation rooms and the like. It was an apartment building for singles only, single swingers.
"Hello," Valerie greeted after answering the door.
"Hi, baby," Ken replied as she let him in. Her apartment was just as he imagined it would be. Small, one room with a kitchenette, modern furniture and soft lights. A television glared away in one comer.
"Nice place," he commented.
"I like it," she said. "It's small but I can afford to live alone. I hate roommates."
"I know what you mean," Ken said.
"They're always in the way when you don't want them around," she continued.
"Like a drink? I brought a little something."
She nodded and Ken moved into the cramped kitchenette to mix their drinks. He was amused by their off-hand, shallow conversation. Valerie was an intelligent girl in many ways, she knew better than to ask about Darlene, or the kids, or anything related at all to his marital status.
He poured her a drink at least twice as strong as his own. He didn't want to take any chances. They settled in the living room and resumed their idle chit-chat while he studied the surroundings and, most of all, her.
She was wearing extremely tight black slacks which hugged the solid curves and sweeping lines of her long legs like a top layer of skin. They were exciting limbs, lithe, limber, and they grew upward at a casual rate until meeting the swinging thrust of two well-packed, full buns. It was the buns that made Ken take a deep swallow of the drink. They were full. Like a pair of swollen melons hugged against one another… as much meat there as possible and just short of too much.
When she leaned forward to get a cigarette Ken saw inside the low-cut pullover she was wearing, another hugging piece of attire. But as she leaned forward the knit-fabric top fell away from the bountiful masses of her two tits and he was able to drink in the acres of lush mellowness. No bra. Nothing but unhampered, bare flesh waiting to be plucked, sucked, fucked and tucked.
She sat back and he saw how the gigantic red nipples of the tits pressed into the fabric. They were perfectly outlined, two heaped-up lumps of the most sensitive flesh, like bumper-crop strawberries pressed atop each whipped cream mound. His mouth watered and he sipped the drink again.
"I'm glad you called," she confessed. "This may be a wild swinging-singles apartment house but believe me, it's dull during the week."
"Oh yeah?" he asked. "How is it on weekends?"
She giggled, a shrill, silly noise. "It never stops on the weekends… I have to bar the door!"
"Sounds great!"
"Oh, it's okay… but by Sunday afternoon you start to get tired."
She crossed her legs and stretched to illustrate exactly what she meant. The breasts thrust forward and pressed their ripe fullness out against the top. He watched as her stomach was slightly exposed between the top and the waistband of her slacks. It was a flat, tight belly of savory, silky skin. Her navel peeked at him like a single, inviting eye-daring him on.
He gulped down the remains of his drink and stood up. "Like another?" he asked.
She stared at her half-full glass. "I haven't finished this one."
He smiled. "Well, drink up. You don't want me getting ahead of you now, do you?"
She took the remaining liquor down in one gulping swallow, grimaced, handed him the glass. "Oooooh. Not so strong on the next one."
"Sure." He made her next drink stronger but instead of three ice cubes he used only two. That left room for more water. Ken wasn't worried about the water. It was the volume of bourbon that counted.
When he returned to the living area he knew he didn't have a thing to worry about. The television was off, music came softly from a stereo and Valerie had moved. Instead of sitting in the chair across the coffee table facing him she was now on the sofa… right next to where he sat before. Ken delivered her drink and slid in beside her.
Her giggle rate increased and conversation became more animated as the drink level went down. Ken was feeling the effects too, he knew he had a low resistance to alcohol and soon would find the guts to jump on her. But Valerie made the first move, she reached over and rested her hand on his thigh while telling him a confidential tidbit about another girl in the office.
The touch of her hand on this sensitive region made the head of Ken's cock tingle with joy. Next she was leaning and once again he viewed the beautiful mountains of flawless breast she possessed. Ken shifted closer to her with the appearance of great interest in the garbage she was spouting. It worked, her hand unconsciously moved to within an inch of his stiffening, heating pecker.
An arm slid around her shoulder, he kept his eyes as dove-like as possible, his lips slightly parted. She slowed her rapid-fire speech, then paused. Ken moved his wet mouth close to hers, she didn't move away. They kissed. It was like two convergent waves finally crashing.
Their lips came together in a separating, squashing, fondling wrestle of intense passion. Tongues lost no time spearing out to tantalize and jab at one another. Darlene closed her soft mouth around his tongue and sucked at it as if famished. He felt her nudge closer, felt the so-soft press of one breast against his arm.
He hugged her tight until the two pillows crushed against his own chest, swelled against him with spreading comfort, warm, soft, heaving. Her hand slid directly to the firm knob in his crotch and touched against the bent over, struggling erection. Ken almost melted.
He had screwed four different girls in the office but none were half as beautiful as Valerie. They might have been more intelligent, more socially aware, but not one of them possessed an abundantly built body like Valerie's. She was Ken's dream woman… especially since he had talked with Leonard.
Leonard was a young bachelor in the office who worked two months before being fired. He lived in this same apartment complex and had some good stories to ten about beautiful Valerie. He let it be known that the girl loved it, lived for it, worshipped it-the cock. And he knew what he was talking about because he was honored to have given it to her on one of the wild weekends she mentioned.
But the clincher for Ken, the one fact that changed Valerie into more than just a knock-out broad in his mind was Leonard's hushed statement. "And you know, the greatest thing, the finest part of her whole big-busted body is her cunt. What a cunt! I never felt one like it! It is the tightest hugging pussy I've ever had my cock in!"
That did it. Ken was hooked, committed. He silently swore to himself that some day he would feel her twat around his hot cock because that's what he loved more than anything else in the world-tight cunts. The tighter the better! If they try to choke the me out his cock they aren't tight enough! He could think of no greater compliment from a woman than, "Oh, you're so big and I'm so small."
Now her hand was on the cock he so wanted to imbed in the moist hole of her life. She was touching, rubbing against it, even trying to help it snap out of the bent-over position and stand up at straight attention. Ken shifted his weight again and felt the wonderful relief of an erection fully realized and content.
He started by kissing her neck and under the chin. She threw her head back and enjoyed his nipping kisses, an the while still kneading at his stiff tool. Then he used a hand to pull down at the neck of her top and bring his eager lips to the creamy lushness of her tits.
She arched her back and heaved the wobbling giants up to his face as he scooped underneath one and pressed it up high and out of the top. The strawberry nipple glided into his sight, his lips, his mouth. He sucked at the rose, drew it deep into the swirling path of his mouth and tongue as she writhed with abandon against him.
This was as far as he had gotten during the Christmas party, at least he was back to point one. With his teeth he squeezed into the cap and felt it grow hot, hard, tense. She was now rolling her shoulders, washing the billowy tit against his face while trying to wrap her hand around the burning cock in his confining pants.
He pulled the top up and over her head in one fairly smooth movement. She had to release his pecker and lift her arms in the air, it was beautiful to see how the pointed, sloping jugs hung forward so high, so firm, above the flat of her narrow-waisted belly. Ken threw his face at them, let the bags jostle against his cheeks and eyes, let the nipples jab and caress his sweaty brow.
Her nimble fingers finally unzipped his fly and started digging for the big nail. It was a moment of fumbling that finally turned into heaven for Ken as he felt her fingers wrap around the root and gently stroke. Then she made everything even better than his wildest dreams by sighing with happy, eager approval. She dug his cock.
And he dug her tits, and her belly, and her ass and most of all, her cooking cunt. His hands now attacked the side snaps and zipper of the tight black slacks. It was a hassle to get the damn things undone but once they were loose they literally parted like swinging doors and he felt the softness of her hip, the sleekness of satin undies.
He dug his fingers into the panties and went directly down for her cunt. Valerie slid forward on the sofa, spread her thighs part way open and helped in every way she could. His thirsty fingers moved right down to the moist, steaming lips of a twat dying for the touch and feel of a man.
It was a firm-lipped, thick-skinned pussy with very little hair and lots of juice. Ken gulped, it felt like the pussy he'd expect to find on a teenager. She was stroking his cock with a tight, pulling fist now, urging him on, trying to drag his purple-headed muscle down between her legs.
"Let's get undressed," he whispered. "Let's do this in full comfort."
"Okay," she agreed.
She was up and dropping her slacks within seconds. Then came the clinging, cheek-hugging undies and Ken was met with the beauty of her two maximum-sized buns. They hung like nippleless breasts from her rear and as she bent down to retrieve the satin briefs he caught a momentary glimpse of a pink, dot-like anus.
He stripped his clothing off and let it drop to the floor as she removed the cushions from the sofa. In less than a minute she had it turned into a queen-sized bed. "I wondered where you slept," Ken said.
"Anywhere I'm welcome," she answered while jumping onto the blankets.
Ken came down between her outstretched legs and felt the powerful heat of her boiling pussy. He rested his face once again into the peaked tits and gave each nipple a hard bite.
"Oh! Oh!" she happily squealed as each bud was wracked with the sharpness of loving pain.
Her hands stroked his bare rump and circled underneath to pull again at the stiffened spike. She was already asking to have it put aside. But Ken wanted to savor every delightful moment, he wanted to explore this creature fully. His mouth traveled from her breasts down to the plateau of the stomach and licked at the quivering navel.
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed.
"Oh, yes," replied Ken.
His licking tongue and kissing lips now slowly followed a lower and lower course. Back and forth, from hip-bone to hip-bone, each time closer to the bubbling soap of her gash. He was kissing flesh where he'd expect to find hair, giving it sucking draws with his lips when she started shaking. Her whole belly region quivered, goose-flesh dotted the insides of her thighs.
"Ooooohhhhh… It feels so wonderful," she sighed.
Then her hips jerked up with a mighty bolt. They swung to each side, gyrated in mid-air, and she groaned as all the breath escaped her lungs. She was climaxing, shooting her wad before he even put it in her. Ken felt terrific, he quickly moved his mouth down to the humping hole where her happiness was being expressed with gushing streams of tasty wetness.
He licked across the petite, tightly closed lips with the juice dripping from the lowest point. They were like rubber, taut, yet soft. His lips circled the hole, pressed into the open chasm between her wide-spread thighs and engulfed the complete slit. Her hips rolled up to his face, she squirmed with overwhelming passion and her orgasm rumbled again to fill his sucking mouth with drooling juice.
Ken wiggled his tongue between the firm lips and found that the pussy was so small he had trouble. But it was an elastic hole, one with amazing give. His tongue passed the clamp of the lips and slid quickly, easily inside to taste the greasy welcome of vaginal walls.
She was going nuts. Her whole body was rocking, jerking, humping up at him. He heard muffled cries of bliss as her legs clamped possessively around his head to mask his ears with soft thigh. He stabbed the tongue rapidly into her and brushed up against the cord-like stiffness of her sweltering clitoris to send her into a heave that lifted her rump totally off the mattress.
Beautiful, beautiful, wild! Ken screamed to himself as he felt her thrashing around his licking mouth. He couldn't wait to stab his throbbing meat into her and feel the throws and pitches of her glorious body but he had more to explore, to taste, to lick.
His tongue slipped from her pussy and edged down deeper to the outcropped flesh of her backside. He wiggled it like a drunken worm into the valley from her cunt to her asshole and tasted the pink hole. Both cheeks of her ass started to quake and trembled against his face as he worked the tip of his tongue into the pencil point hole.
"Please… no… " he heard her meekly protest. But he knew there was no way on earth she could bring herself to stop the thrills he was instilling in her boiling, totally enraptured body.
He stabbed the tongue firmly into the tight cling of the muscular hole. She tried to resist but couldn't battle the slippery elasticity of his tongue. It wrestled into her anus and made a sweeping circle around the brim. She exhaled as she felt the tickling probe, shuddered, started mumbling incoherently. Then another climax rattled her bones.
"It feels funny,'" she whispered. Ken made another wide-tongued sweep inside her ass. "But it feels good too… "
Now Ken was ready. He had tasted the deliciousness of her holes, driven her to two climaxes… now it was time for his enjoyment. He moved up on her body and she spread her long legs wide apart. Her eyes were constantly on his, taking in his every move.
"Please go easy… you're so big," she said.
He smiled, he loved it. His flared cock-head touched against the well-washed tenderness of her twat and rubbed back and forth. Another tremor shivered through her. He pressed the point of his muscle into her and felt the incredible resistance. She was wet, slick, fully prepared but still so tight his cock-head was barely able to, nudge into the softness.
He hoisted her legs up and back to open her up even more. This time his cock edged the head part-way inside, it felt like a thousand rubber bands were stretched taut around his glans. Ken couldn't wait, it was now or cream on the bed. He shoved her bent-back legs out to each side so she lay under him in a spread-eagle position. His hips lifted away, then plunged down.
"Auuugh!" she groaned as the cock battered into the small crevice, parted the tight lips to each side, brutally forced deep into the squeezing, hugging slit.
Ken's cock felt like it was in a vise, and what a vise! Even in her pain she was humping up at him, uncontrolled, out of her mind with joy. He dropped his full weight behind the next attempt and found his cock imbedded almost three-quarters of the way inside the straining hole.
"Easy, please… " she managed to moan between gasping breaths.
Ken slowed up and eased his cock in and out with short, enjoyable strokes. The twat was now growing accustomed to his spike and loosening to protect itself. The lubrication was coming freely, the walls were kissing his cock but not trying to strangle it anymore. He was in seventh heaven, it was the firmest little pussy he had ever known, beautiful, a pygmy cunt to make his cock feel like a giant.
He kept increasing his speed by gradual amounts until the terrific heat of her crotch felt like fire around his swinging balls. She was throwing herself up to his every drive now, making each and every inch of his cock sink to full depth. With closed eyes and open mouth Valerie was experiencing another racking orgasm.
This woman does nothing but climax, Ken thought to himself as she reeled below him. It wasn't a complaint, it was more of a brag.
Then his cock-head started to feel twice its normal size, the long, hard base tingled throughout, his balls were swimming with readiness. With deft, quick strokes he brought his steaming cock to the boiling point and jammed it completely inside the hugging hole. She kicked wildly in the air and wrapped her arms around his neck as the first splattering of jism graced the shaking walls of her box.
"I feel it, I feel it!" she moaned as her twat twitched gayly around his shaft.
Ken felt gush after powerful gush of his jism cream inside her. His cock worked at it like a milk churn until it frothed and flowed up to the lips of her still twisting cunt. The well-beaten sperm bubbled over the pink rim and streamed down the cheeks of her stretched ass. It drained into the crack between her buns and ran like a river across the pinkness of her still wet asshole.
"There's so much!" she exclaimed as the flowing paste kept painting her buttocks.
"The more the merrier," Ken answered. He kept pumping his satisfied stick in and out of her as it lost the resiliency, as the head pulled in its flaps and the hardness fell away. But it was pure pleasure to work even an exhausted rod into that tight, sucking, still trembling cunt.
"Did I make you happy?" she stupidly asked once Ken slid his pink, dripping cock from her. "Yes, you did." He stared down at the residue of his jism smeared across the flesh and lips of her upturned twat, at the streams and puddles on the blankets and across her anus. He could see he released a tremendous load of pent-up cream and knew this was as fine a place to put it as any.
Ken flopped down next to her nude body and wrapped his arms around her. As Valerie snuggled in close to him she said, "You promised not to stay too late, remember?"
"I remember. I just want to take a short rest and then do it again."
"Again?" she asked with amazement.
"You bet, baby. You turn me on like no woman I've ever known." He squeezed her big tits and heard her giggle. "Golly, what a compliment."
As he slept Ken dreamt. Of Dr. August. He was in a room facing the goatee and the man, not knowing how to get away. For some reason the doctor was angry, scolding him for something he had done wrong. Ken had no escape so he rushed at the doctor and tried to overpower him. The next thing he knew he was flat on his back, dizzy, the old washerwoman with no teeth was standing over him, hoisting her bucket of scrub water, pouring it down on his face.
Ken woke up. He was sweaty, warm. The dream was something unpleasant, frightening. But snuggled in his arms was something pleasant, something that made him forget the dream instantly. Valerie.
She was sleeping with her back to him. Cuddled close in his embrace with the ripeness of her fanny pressed warmly against his crotch. Ken liked that, liked the encompassing feel of the abundant, cozy flesh. He slid his hand down to fondle the creamy cheeks and listened to the steady wheeze of her sleeping breath. He wondered.
If her cunt was so beautifully tight what is the rest of her like? he asked himself. His fingers quietly slid between the cheeks of the outstanding ass and found the pink asshole. It was relaxed, she was still sleeping. Softly, very gently so as not to wake her he stroked back and forth against the knotted hole.
She moaned, exhaled, it wasn't disturbing her at all. Ken increased his pressure, rubbed steadily, pushed in and pulled back. Still, she slept. He pushed the tip of his finger into the tight ring and held it there. The breathing continued as before.
After twisting his finger around and eventually loosening the tightness of her hole Ken realized his cock was up, stiff, pounding and ready for action. He dug his finger deep inside her asshole and found wetness. With pushing and pulling motions he was able to bring the juice out and smear it across the taut-rimmed rear entrance.
From her reaction to his tongue he knew he'd have to move fast, get it in there before she wakes up. Once she's awake it will be too late and she'll have seen how great it is to get a prong up her ass. She'll love him for it never want another man but the one who showed her the greatest, loveliest pleasure.
He eased the head of his red cock between the husky buns and guided it up to where his finger was lodged. Then he paused to make sure she was sleeping soundly and removed the finger. With a slight alteration of his hips he brought the tip of his cock up against the pink bud and inhaled.
His hands grasped her by the hips and he nudged at her back and legs until they moved closer together. She was now spiked back at him, her asshole was in the most available position. Ken gave his hips a jarring thrust and pounded his cock-head into the tight coil of muscle. Her cry was instant, a yelp like a puppy makes when his tail is stepped on.
His cock hardly dented the pin-hole. Ken grabbed tight to her hips and again blasted his rod against the pinky. It stretched open unwillingly, peeled back and followed his cock right inside. She was groaning, yelping, gasping with extreme pain now but Ken kept applying tremendous pressure to his sinking pecker.
He got it halfway in and stopped to catch his own breath. It was quiet, her cries had stopped. For a moment Ken had the astounding impression she was still asleep. Then she spoke.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. Her voice was hollow, it showed signs of great hurt… not physical hurt but disappointment.
"Because you're so beautiful," was all Ken could say.
"Don't you care about me, though? Am I here as some kind of pretty toy for you?"
Ken laughed. It sounded like his relationship with Valerie was going to be short-lived, make the best of it while you can. He gave his cock another hearty shove and felt it sink deeply inside the fantastic squeeze. She didn't whimper, didn't make a sound. He jabbed again, withdrew, jabbed with force, made several short, jerking thrusts.
No reaction. The girl was turned off. He didn't know what to do. If he could get her going, turn her on and get her to enjoy the pleasure of a cock in the ass maybe he'd have a chance for more nights of her wondrous body. But if not it now looked hopeless.
He reached around and hugged her tits while plying his cock with gentle, deep strokes. The nipples didn't even grow hard. He moved a hand down to her cunt and squeezed. It was dry, cool, lifeless. He slid a finger inside and explored. The cold, dry skin told him he was a thirsty man looking for water in the desert.
As a final attempt he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them open. He sunk his cock fully into the cushioned crevice of her anus and hoped for something, a moan, anything. She didn't even wince.
"I'm sorry," said Ken. "I didn't know you'd react like this."
"What did you expect, bells?" she icily said.
"I said I'm sorry, what else do you expect?"
"I expect you to get your little cock out of my ass, that's what I expect!"
Ken withdrew, there was no pleasure in it for him. She didn't even give him the thrill of a struggle, nothing. While silently dressing he tried his best to come up with an apology.
"It's just that it was there… and so cute… such a nice little hole. I figured you'd enjoy it… you liked what I did before."
"I was awake then and even if you tried to put it in my rear then I would have stopped you. It hurts in there, I don't enjoy it in there," she said.
"Well, I didn't know… "
"You didn't ask, either."
Ken was at the door, he tried to look his most apologetic. "Well, I know now… if I call you again will you forgive me?"
"I don't know," she answered.
He stared at her nude beauty sitting on the bed and truly regretted his impulsiveness. She was stacked beyond belief, it would truly be a shame to miss out on more of it. "Well, I'll call in a couple of days."
"Sure," she answered.
"Goodnight."
"Be sure to lock the door."