Monica James was determined to make good her promise. The minute the apartment door closed behind them, she was all over him.
"Hey, Honey!" Scott cried, pushing her away playfully. "Give me a minute. I need another drink." Hurrying to the kitchen, he got down two glasses and poured each of them some vodka. He threw in a couple of ice cubes and then rummaged through the refrigerator.
"Got any orange juice?" Monica asked, coming up behind him and running her hands over his muscular back.
"No. Will tomato juice do?" Scott replied.
"Sure, only hurry up. I'm so horny I can hardly wait to get you naked." She accepted the drink from him and took a long swallow.
"Hey, slow down, Girl. I gotta relax. I'm still pretty upset."
"I told you I'd make you forget all about that," Monica answered. "Sit down on the couch and put your feet up."
Scott did as he was told, wondering what would come next. Perhaps Monica was planning another of her mutual strip teases. Standing before him, teetering on her high heels, the woman pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, revealing her low cut brassiere.
"Hey, how come you've got ‘em trussed up today?" Scott asked as he finished off his drink.
"Just thought you'd like a little variety. Here, take the rest of my drink. I've hardly touched it." She handed him the bloody mary and stepped out of her dress, leaving it in a heap on the bare floor. Now she wore only the skimpy brassiere, tiny panties, pantyhose, and her high heeled sandals. She paraded before him, her large breasts mounding above the cups of the brassiere and bouncing about as though they were trying to jump out of their own accord.
Scott's eyes were fastened to the crotch of her panties, where her blonde thatch made the garment bulge enticingly. He looked the woman over as though he were seeing her for the first time. There were many things about her to take his mind away from the fear of losing his job at the station.
Monica watched the throbbing bulge in the front of Scott's tight pants as she bent slightly to unhook her brassiere. He let out a gasp as her creamy breasts fell into view. Dramatically, she dropped the small halter to the floor. She cupped her sumptuous breasts in her palms, offering them to him as she always did. He licked his lips excitedly, and she saw the bulge in his slacks give a jerk. She smiled. As she had predicted, she was making Scott forget about whatever was bothering him.
"Look," she whispered. "My babies are just begging for you. Want to kiss them?"
Scott nodded his head dumbly, unable to speak. His eyes were wide as he watched the woman, as though he were seeing her for the first time.
Hooking her fingers under the waistband of her pantyhose, she began pushing them down over her lush, flaring thighs. At the same time, she kicked off her shoes. She could not bear to tease him any longer. Something told her he needed her too badly for that. Besides that, the sight of the hard cock jutting down the leg of his pants was making her horny.
Monica pushed her pantyhose down the length of her long, tapering legs and pulled them off over her feet. Now she was naked except for her tiny bikini. As happened so often, it was already moist at the crotch, the results of her growing physical arousal. Scott licked his lips salaciously as he stared at the dark patch of wetness. He longed to suck its tangy sweetness into his mouth as he had done before, but this time, Monica had other plans for him. She felt especially desirable today, and there was one special perversion she had not tried with him. That would occupy his mind and body if nothing else could, She swung her lush hips for him, giving him a performance, doing a lewd, sexually centered hula.
"Oh, Baby, Baby, you are something else," Scott mumbled, his eyes glazed with passion.
Slowly, Monica turned and allowed him to admire her beautiful, rounded buttocks, barely hidden at all by her skimpy bikini. She could hear by his labored breathing how hungry the sight of her was making him, and that knowledge made the churning sensation in her drooling pussy increase in intensity. She moved gracefully, turning toward him again and undulating her hips enticingly. Smiling at him she winked and turned away again, ready to put her plan into action. Bending over, she slipped her tiny panties off over the fullness of her marble white butt cheeks. She displayed her flawless ass to him, wriggling it enticingly, showing its clean and hairless cleft.
Staring at her, Scott felt his cock jerking as though it were going to explode in the confines of his pants. He was beginning to realize what Monica had in mind for today without her even having to tell him in words. He caught a glimpse of her lovely, tightly clenched anal rosebud, and that was all he needed.
Scott jumped to his feet, unzipping his fly. He fished into the front of his slacks and pulled out his hard, steel like cock. He had to handle it gingerly to keep from climaxing all over the floor he was so aroused by Monica's salaciously exciting movements. He stood there, trembling with raw passion, his eyes glued to the long, smooth crack of her buttocks. Scott had only taken a woman up the anus a few times in his life, but he remembered well how tightly exciting and sensually fulfilling it could be.
"Take your clothes off," Monica whispered, looking over her creamy white shoulder at him. "I want to see your hairy body naked, so we can play without anything getting in our way."
Scott tore at his clothes as though he were trying to destroy them, and as she watched him, Monica sat down on the edge of the couch, her legs wide apart, her pussy tingling with anticipation. Maybe she would have him fuck her both front and back, reaming her out entirely. She knew he could do it. If he had anything, Scott had staying power. That was why she came back to him time after time.
As he pushed his pants down over his trim buttocks, Scott whispered huskily, "Why don't you bend over the couch?"
"Whatever you like, Darling. But don't you want me to suck your cock a little first, get it all wet and slippery so that it'll slip in without hurting my asshole?"
Scott nodded assent, too overcome with sexual arousal to speak. He moved to her in his nakedness, and the woman reached out with demanding hands and gripped his throbbing penis. She held it gently, massaging it lightly, feeling his velvety knob and stiff, rock like shaft. Then, with her free hand, she reached in behind to caress his big balls.
Scott let out a low, quiet grunt of satisfaction. He knew one thing for certain, and that was that Monica knew what it took to satisfy a man. She was the most expert of all the women he had yet known, and he intended to use her in every possible lewd way.
Monica bounced his gonads in her palm. They felt big and full of cum, and she thought of how much male juice he could shoot up into her bowels. The idea of all that slippery cream inside her anal passage, coating it and turning it white with its warmth excited her even more, and she felt the tingling, pinprick sensation in her crotch increase in intensity. Suddenly, her eyes on his cock, she bent forward, her mouth open wide. As always, she had to fight to make his big, pulpy knob fit into her hot mouth and, for a moment, she was afraid she would not be able to do it. Scott was so excited, his penis seemed even more enormously swollen than usual. Then her lips slid over the pulsating tissues of his head and gripped his hard shaft.
"Oh. Baby, Baby, suck me good." Scott moaned, his mouth gaping open as he gasped for breath.
Slowly and tantalizingly, Monica withdrew her hot mouth from his huge, throbbing cock shaft. The length of it glistened with her slippery spittle. "There," she said, smiling up at him. "It's ready now."
"You gonna let me take you up the ass?" Scott whispered, his voice hot with raw lust.
Monica nodded her head, her eyes smoking with passion. Slowly, she got up from the couch and bent over it, bracing her arms on the back and leaning over the cushions, her lovely, full breasts swaying and her lush buttocks presenting themselves to him for total violation.
"Aw, Christ, I haven't done this for so long, I can hardly remember the last time," Scott said, half to himself.
"Don't think about the last time, think about now, only now and how wonderful you're gonna make us both feel," Monica ordered huskily, swaying her buttocks rhythmically back and forth before his eyes.
With a gasp of passion, Scott gripped her hips in his strong hands. He snuggled up against her, the throbbing knob of his cock nudging against her tight anal opening. He moved slowly, rotating his own hips and hers, letting the dripping head of his prick rub salaciously up and down the crack of her ass, teasing her and teasing himself with the waiting. Reaching back impatiently, Monica grasped the shaft of his cock and guided it back to her taut rosebud.
"Fuck me," she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "Fuck me hard up the ass. NOW!" She held his cockhead against her demandingly and wriggled her buttocks against it, inviting him into her rectum.
Scott paused, his throbbing corona firmly inside her anal gateway. "You okay?" he whispered into her ear. "I don't want to hurt you."
Monica nodded her head, the perspiration breaking out on her smooth forehead. "Yes," she replied, her voice breathless, "It's all right. Sometimes it just takes me a minute to get used to it."
Scott threw his head bask and cried out loud in triumph. His prick was buried all the way to the hilt in the tightness of Monica's milking asshole. He could feel her ring of muscle clamping as tightly as a cock ring around the root of his pulsating cock, and he wanted to stay inside her forever. It was so warm and encircling that he felt as if his whole life were centered lewdly in his burning, tingling groin. As he moved against her ass, his wiry pubic hair scrubbed against her tender skin, making her wince.
"You're in me, aren't you?" Monica whispered, her fevered voice filled with awe.
"Your damn right I'm in you, Babe. I got it stuck clear up into your hot guts, and I love it. It feels good."
"It feels good to me too," she said, gripping him more firmly than she had before. She giggled. "I love it as much as you do, even more. It feels so real in there, like it belongs."
"You got it, Babe," Scott grunted. The beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, and he trembled all over with total excitement. "Brace yourself, Monica. Here it comes. I'm gonna ride your beautiful tail until I blast a gallon of cum into you." Slowly and enticingly, he drew his huge erection out. Looking down between them, he could see her rectum pulling out along with it, pouting as he left her, trying to hold onto him as though she could not bear to give him up. The shaft of his prick was shiny and wet with the juices of her ass. When only its head was still buried, he paused for a second, letting her feel the throb of it. Then he pulled her body back to meet him as he pushed the whole length of his burgeoning cock back up her receptive, grasping ass.
He stroked in and out of her slowly, kindling her perspiration covered body to new heat. "Oh, Man, Man, Man!" Scott groaned. "This is wonderful, just wooooooonderful." Every time he pushed in, her anal sleeve seemed tighter and more constricting than before. He reached around in front of her and squeezed her soft, spongy breasts in both hands. He twisted the nipples with his fingers, making them stand out even more erect than before.
Monica moaned. The pain of his pinching her coursed through her quivering, mindless body, and •sent her to new depths of raw passion.
Scott began stepping up his pace until his gigantic cock was ramming and pulling out like a living piston. Monica pushed back against him, pushing her buttocks lewdly into his flaming hot groin.
"Harder!" she shouted. "Fuck me harder up the ass." Grunting passionately, Monica, spinning, spinning off into climax, tossed her head from side to side, her eyes turning up in their sockets. She was in a world apart now, a place of total satisfaction, a place her lout of a husband could never take her. Her climax did not slow her down. She was ready to go on forever, coming and coming and coming again while Scott screwed her tender, throbbing nether hole.
"Get ready to thank me for my hot, runny juice, Baby!" Scott cried, panting as he kept ramming his cock into her, his lower belly spanking against her white buttocks, filling the room with salacious slapping sounds.
Suddenly, Scott's taut body was jerking with orgasm. He tightened his grip on her hips, slamming his cock into her ass while at the same time, pulling her back against him, forcing his fountaining cock further into her rectum than it had gone before. Hot, richly thick cream shot way up into her bowels, flooding her squirming body, filling her completely with the warmth of his ejaculation. His big prick shot and throbbed and expanded to new thickness until he did not believe it possible.
Scott let out a low groan. He felt as if his balls were emptied for life. The grip of his hands on her hips began to relax, and he felt weak and ready to pull away.
Monica was not about to have that. She was only starting. As she sensed that Scott's erection was beginning to lessen, she gripped it with her educated ass muscles, fleshy hips and buttocks flexing and rotating around him, trying to stimulate him to renewed hardness, trying over and over again to coax him back to his huge, erect size.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Scott moaned. "Your asshole, it feels like it's sucking my cock. Oh, Christ, stop. Please stop." In self defense, he pulled his spent penis away from her, and Monica let out a tiny moan of disappointment.
"Oh, Monica, Baby, you are something else, How many times did you come, anyway?" Scott asked, looking up at the open legged woman from where he was sitting exhausted on the floor.
"Three or four times, I guess. I lost count. Will you fuck me? In front this time. My cunt feels all lonely because you spent so much time in the back. Look, it's juicing over." She splayed her legs even more widely and opened the moist pink lips of her quivering pussy to show him.
Scott shook his head wearily. "A little later, maybe. Right now, I gotta rest my prick. I feel like it's broken."
"Then eat me out. Will you do that for me? I need you, Scotty. My pussy needs you."
Scott smiled up at her, his eyes mirroring his exhaustion. "Sure, Honey, I'd love to eat you out." He got to his knees, moving into position, his eyes riveted to her lush, dripping slash, its blonde pubic bush gleaming with female wetness. As he bent his head the telephone rang.