Linda felt Joe stir beside her when he woke. His cock was already hard and pushing against her hip. His hands roamed freely over her hips, into the hollows of her waist, and up on the swollen flesh of her tits.
She lay with one hand on his cock while he played with her tits, making little tingling waves pass I through her whenever his hands brushed the nipples. When he turned his neck and kissed her, she put a hand behind his head and returned the kiss hungrily.
Joe got up on his knees and slid around so he was kneeling between her thighs. He held himself up high on his arms while he came closer.
Her cunt tingled slightly when she looked down between the two of them, down between her spread tits, down past her swelling mound, down at his big cock coming closer. She spread her legs apart slowly as his cock-head approached.
He leaned closer and the head of his cock nosed against her coot-lips. It pushed hard against her coot but didn't enter. She reached down and grasped his cock by the shaft and rubbed it up and down a few times between the outer folds of her cunt-lips and then rubbed a finger over the tip. It was slick with her juice.
He pushed gently and the head slipped through the outer lips and stopped against the inner fold. When she held it gently in her fingers and worked it up and down while he pushed, she felt the inner lips being forced apart. She drew her arms back up and grasped his shoulders.
There was the expected sharp pain when his cockhead pushed through and her breath caught. Then her coot tingled a little more when he shoved his way in a couple of inches. The tight pussy muscles throbbed and tingled as they squeezed around his prick.
Joe slipped his arms under her and brought her small body up against him, squashing her tits up against his chest. He pushed the rest of the way inside her and settled his groin against her mound. When he slipped his cock back, her pussy muscles started to close on the huge exiting cock-head, then she gasped as he thrust back in her all the way. Her cunt tingled as she rose to meet him midway, and then her ass dropped back to the sheet as he withdrew, then she swung her hips back up against him, again and again.
When his strokes became faster, she responded in kind, making her belly slap up against his.
He snorted and gasped, his breath hot against her face. She clutched his shoulders tighter and sought his lips with hers. She matched his rhythm as he slowed slightly and his strokes became harder. He pulled his head up and clenched his teeth and drove deep into her.
His hot jism spurted deep into her cunt. Each spurt was less than the one before. The tingling in her cunt stopped. His cock slowly softened and slid back. It slipped out and she felt her cunt muscles close.
When he kissed her lightly and started to push up, she took his hand and pressed his fingers against her coot-lips. She worked his fingers up and down a little on one of the inner lips.
"Honey," she said, "hold me there just a little."
He drew back and looked at her, his expression incredulous.
"Linda! Whatever's gotten into you??
“Nothing, honey. I just want you to hold me there a little."
"What put that idea in your head?" he asked, getting up. "I'm not gonna jack you off with my hand."
While he went to the bathroom and started the shower, she wondered what she'd done wrong. Joe was straight-laced, but all she wanted was a little affectionate massage of her cunt-lips.
When he came back in, searching for trousers and shirt in the closet, he said, "I hope you'll have second thoughts about these ideas you've gotten and get them out of your head."
She felt exasperated. "Ideas! What's wrong with my ideas? All I want is-"
"I know what you want and it's wrong. We're not a pair of perverts. God didn't mean for us to waste ourselves that way."
She found herself crying. His face softened and he came to her and held her shoulders.
"Aw, Linda, honey," he said. "I didn't mean to make you unhappy. It's just that we're religious people. We go to church on Sundays. We believe in God's way."
She saw the argument was going nowhere. Trying to change the subject, she said, "Let me fix you some breakfast before you go. I'll only be a minute.?
He glanced at his watch. "I'm late now. Gotta open the store. Don't worry. I'll get a doughnut at the restaurant. See you tonight, Linda."
His lips brushed her cheek and he was gone.
Promptly at eleven-thirty she checked the hem of her dress and then pulled the door open at the Mill Creek Inn. Dave, looking ruggedly handsome, was waiting inside. Her breath caught as he embraced her and kissed her tenderly. He took her coat, handed it to the girl in the check room, and then took her hand and led her to where the head waiter stood.
"You're even prettier than yesterday," he said, glancing back, smiling.
"Well, thank you, Dave," she said. "You're a pretty good-looking guy yourself. I'm glad we're having lunch together."
This time the wine was already served and waiting for them. Dave slid into the booth beside her, picked up a glass, and proposed a toast.
"Here's to the prettiest lady in Mill Creek," he said.
"To the guy that makes me feel good," she said.
Lunch was a pleasant experience, good food combined with light conversation. It was good, but Linda was glad when they were finished and Dave took care of the check. She went with him out to his jeep.
Ten minutes later, they were walking up the three steps to the front door of his cabin. Inside, she led the way to the bedroom where he took her coat and hung it in the closet. He turned to her, placing an arm around her waist.
"Let's make today even better than yesterday."
"I'd like that," she said.
"What was the first thing you felt good about with me yesterday?"
"I felt good when you were stripping me. I guess I started feeling really good when you started using both hands on me, working on my cunt-lips."
"You like to be handled, don't you?"
She nodded.
"Okay," he said. "Let's build on yesterday's experiences."
Ten minutes later, after being tumbled around on the bed and stripped and caressed, Linda lay back naked, breathing a little fast. Dave's strong, gentle hands had made their skilled movements while he undressed her. Now he sat on the foot of the bed, looking back over her belly that was heaving a little with her breathing.
"Yesterday you showed good flexibility in your hips and legs," he said. "Not many women can bring their thighs straight out and then down flat on the bed the way you do."
"That's from my training in- gymnastics when I was a kid," she said. "I can do more than that."
"Show me."
"Put some pillows under my ass and I will."
While she arched her body up, Dave put a stack of pillows under her, raising her ass a foot above the bed. She let her upper back down on the bed, laced her fingers under her head, and then arched her back, resting her shoulders and the base of her neck down on the sheet.
While she watched herself in the mirror, Linda brought her legs straight up together and held them with toes pointed toward the ceiling. Then she let her legs split apart, slowly coming down straight to each side. Her cunt remained closed until her thighs were nearly straight out, then the outer lips opened slightly, the pink inner slit remaining tightly closed.
With her legs straight out and a foot above the bed, she slowly bent her knees so her lower legs were pointed at the foot of the bed. Now, looking straight up, she concentrated on relaxing all the muscles in her hips. Peripherally, she saw her thighs settle still lower while the inner lips of her coot started to open.
The sheet was cool under her knees when they touched the bed. Her outer cunt-lips were wide open now and the inner lips were a little apart, her little blonde cunt mound swelling high.
She pressed down with her knees against the sheet, lifting her ass from the pillows, arching her small body even higher.
"Now pull out the pillows," she said.
When the soft cloth slipped from beneath her ass, she slowly let herself down until she was flat on the bed with her pussy-lips shut, then she levered her outward-splayed knees and watched her cunt rise. She marveled at her own suppleness as her pussy came up even higher than when she had used the pillows, the naked pink flesh inside clearly exposed.
She stopped as high as she could arch, then she undulated her hips farther, tipping her cunt up toward the mirror. When she'd brought her cunt up as far as she could, she just barely saw her little red clit, pulsing like a heartbeat under her own eyes.
The sheet was cool under her hot little body when she lowered herself and rested a moment. Then she pressed her knees and shoulders down, finding her three points of balance. Starting a ripple action in her upper back and going all the way down to her hips, she undulated her pussy back up, and then she dropped back to the sheet, up again and back down. The wave motion of her body was delightful for her to see, the rippling movement starting from her neck, then down through her tits, her belly, her mound, her cunt.
Each time she went higher, the pink slit spread wider, revealing more of the delightful soft flesh inside. She went higher and higher, lunged harder and faster.
She settled back to the sheet, breathing fast.
"That's how flexible I am," she said to Dave.
Dave was silent for several seconds. When he spoke his voice was hoarse.
"I've never seen anything like that before," he said. "Linda, you are a remarkable young woman. Ready to start?"
She nodded.
He knelt just beyond her spread crotch and took her cunt in his hands, working his fingers down to the sensitive inner runt-lips. She felt the tissue wet and slippery in his hands as he started the tingling pleasure, rubbing his fingers the length of her slit. It felt good, just lying back and gently rolling her hips up to meet him, letting him manipulate the soft flesh.
"You know, you're getting me pretty well warmed up, doing that. Is this supposed to get me turned on so I'll come faster?"
"Partly," he said. Then he smiled. "It's also because I like handling you."
"I like to be handled by you."
He was kneeling between her spread thighs, his stiff cock pointed toward her belly. His hands were warm on her hips as he drew her along the sheet toward his waiting prick. After being stripped, flexed, and massaged, she felt her cunt tingle just at the sight of her open cunt-lips, her body being drawn to the waiting head of his cock.
Her asscheeks felt hot, slowly sliding on the sheet. Then they stopped sliding. They were up against his thighs. Then he started drawing her up the ramp his legs made, drawing her hot cunt up closer to his waiting prick.
A sigh escaped her and a quiver went through her body as the open outer lips enveloped the head of his cock. The tight inner lips stopped the entry but he kept pulling her hips to him, relentlessly. The soft cunt-lips quivered and pulsed as he slowly forced her cunt up around the cock-head, stretching the hot, tender flesh around it.
With his cock-head inside her pussy, he drew her up another two inches and stopped with five inches of his prick still left outside. While she watched in the mirror, her little cunt quivered and pulsed around his cock. He left her ass resting up on his thighs and ran his hands down on her blonde mound and then grasped some of the fine golden cunt-hairs on each side of her pussy. He drew the outer lips wide open and let her see the entire quivering tender flesh of her stretched inner lips.
The inner lips pulsed and relaxed, pulsed and relaxed. Whenever they relaxed, they slipped back on his prick toward his groin, and then when they pulsed, they drew his cock slightly inward.
She lay back, entranced with the sight in the mirror, her cunt slipping and pulling, slipping and pulling. The naked, tender flesh pulsed regularly, like a heart beat.
He slowly slipped his thighs back while she pressed down with her outspread knees against the sheets, keeping her ass up, keeping her pussy immobile around his cock.
When he was in position over her, her view of the ceiling mirror was blocked, so she looked directly down at her cunt. His cock was still two inches into her tender pussy, with her outer cunt-lips now concealing the pulsing action.
He slowly thrust down into her while she undulated her hips up to meet him in midair. When they withdrew from each other she swung her hips back down with the motion of a wave. She whined briefly as his cock made a stab of heat flash through her cunt.
They slipped gently against each other, then swung slowly apart, their only bond being his hard cock, ringed tightly by her hot cunt. Whenever her hips rocked down, she felt the head approach the edge of her cunt-lips. She would stop just before it withdrew and then undulate back up to meet his groin.
Dave picked up the pace and she matched him in kind, her ass never dropping to the bed. Her whine changed to a choking whimper that broke off each time their bodies met.
They slapped together when they met as she drove up harder, matching his hard-driving thrusts. They moved together, faster and faster, harder and harder while his cock made hot pulses run through her cunt.
She slammed back up with all her strength when he smashed his groin down against her, the hot aching now spread through her hips. His smashing strokes slowed as he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, still hammering down on her cunt so hard it jarred back through her small body.
Then he slammed into her and quivered in place while his hot jism spurted deep down into her cunt. She held her cunt up hard against him until his quivers grew less with each spurt.
When he stopped quivering, he reached out and grasped her by the soft flesh of her hips, and he slipped his thighs forward under her ass. She rested with her ass up against him while she leaned back and closed her eyes and enjoyed the still-hot jism flooding through her.
"Now, watch your little cunt-lips."
His words jarred her back from her dream. She looked for the mirror. When she found her imagine in the mirror, he was reaching his fingertips through her outer fold. Not bothering to draw it open with her cunt-hair, he was folding the lips out, giving her a good view of the inner fold.
The tender lips were drawn tight around his shriveled cock. While she watched, he drew his prick out until half of the withered head was exposed.
While she watched entranced, her pussy started to pulse. The hot, tender inner lips pulsed and relaxed on the limp cock-head. With each pulse they pulled it inside. Before they pulsed again, he drew it back where it had been.
Her quivering cunt-lips rubbed his head and it started to grow. The bent cock-shaft grew as well, bigger and longer. While she watched, his cock slowly grew as long and as hard as it was before, the head still thrust halfway through her pussy-lips.
Again, he drew her hips up toward him as her pussy, hotter now, slipped up over the cock-head and stretched and quivered on his prick, slowly pulling it down into her.
While he slipped his legs back in position, she braced her knees out open against the sheets again and arched her back and held herself up to him so he could thrust all the way in her cunt when he was ready.
When the thrust came, it was hotter than before. He rammed down into her while she rolled her hips and shoved her cunt up at him. They slapped together, her little blonde mound up against his darkhaired groin.
Again, she kept her ass up off the bed while she slammed back at his thrusts, matching him in force. The heat from his cock came in burning pulses, each stab hotter than the one before.
She found herself whining again, the whine breaking off each time she slammed up onto his pounding prick. Now the pulses of heat grew with each slam and spread throughout her aching hips. Her whines changed to a scream each time he pounded down into her.
"Oooh! Oooh! Ooooh!"
His strokes slowed and he lifted his head and clenched his teeth while he hammered into her, harder each time. She matched his tempo and slammed back up into him, ramming her burning cunt up over his prick, up against his balls.
Then there was an enormous white light and a searing pain and she slammed her self up into him and braced her arched body against him while the flood of cunt-juice started.
"Ooooohhhh! "
He pounded into her one more time and stopped, spurting his burning cum throughout her cunt.
Dave put one arm around her ass and held her up tight against him while his ass shook with each hot spurt he sent into her.
When the cum stopped spurting, he slowly lowered them both to the bed together. The sheet was cool on her ass. She found herself breathing fast. Her heart hammered hard.
When her breathing slowed, he pulled his arms from under her and knelt back. He reached down into her wet, slick cunt and bent her cunt-lips out in his fingers. His face was covered with sweat.
She reveled in his manipulations, the tender, pink flesh tingling lightly while she rocked her ass up toward him. With a little difficulty, she opened her eyes.
"Shall we do it again when we've rested??
“I'd like to, but I have to start early at the mill again today. How about a rematch tomorrow?" She smiled up at him and said, "You're on." A half-hour later at the inn, Linda leaned over in the jeep and kissed Dave and got out beside her Toyota. She looked at the few other cars parked there as she left. There was a dark-blue sedan that she'd seen when they'd left after lunch. It had been there a long time.
Driving back to Centralia, she kept a close watch in the rear-view mirror. On long straight stretches she saw a dark blue car following her, staying a half mile back. When she drove faster, it went faster too. When she slowed down, it dropped back as well. It was with great apprehension that she watched the car follow her all the way into town.
When she stopped in her space at the apartment, the dark-blue car parked in an unassigned space a short distance away. The driver just sat in the car. With a clutching fear in her gut, she walked toward the car and stopped by the driver's door. The window rolled down.
"Excuse me," she said, "but you were following me."
The curly haired driver said, "That's what I'm supposed to do, Mrs. Cuyler."
"How… how did you know my name?"
The man handed her a business card that read, "Max Brandt, private detective."
"You might want to get in the car, Mrs. Cuyler," he said. "We can talk privately."
Numbly, she walked to the passenger door and got in. "Now what's this all about? Why are you following me?"
"Your husband paid me to follow you."
He knows, she thought as a shudder went through her body.
"If it makes you feel any better, your husband doesn't know anything about your playin' around… not yet."
"Not yet?"
"That's right. He doesn't have to know."
"What do you mean?"
"Take a look at these," he said, proffering the two cloth-bound notebooks.
She opened one. It was a detailed chronicle of his surveillance of one Mrs. Linda Cuyler. It detailed her drive to Mill Creek Inn, her embrace with David Baker, her lunch and wine with him, her departure with him in the jeep. It described the surveillance of Dave and her through a cabin window, detailing the positions she and Dave had assumed. It described their ride back to the restaurant and her drive back to Centralia.
"Now look at the other book," he said.
The other book was in the same handwriting and it listed the same departure and arrival times from and to her home. Between those two entries, however, was a completely different chronicle of events. It showed her going to the shopping center and returning to her car with packages, going to work at the church bake sale, visiting with the next door neighbor.
"I don't get it," she said.
"It's very simple;" he said. "Every day I give a report to Mr. Cuyler, listing your activities. That report can either be based on notebook A and give an account of your fucking Dave Baker, or it can be based on notebook B and say you went shopping and to church bake sales. It's up to you."
"Up to me how?"
"If you're real nice to me in bed, I'll use notebook B. You can go on fucking Dave and Mr. Cuyler will never be the wiser."
"You bastard! That's blackmail!"
"I call it starin' out of trouble. Shall we start now in your bedroom?"
"All right," she said. "Let's go."
Walking beside her toward the apartment entrance, Max looked as tall as Dave and just as lean, but he didn't move with the easy grace of a man that has done hard work all his life. He looked younger than Dave, closer to Joe's twenty-eight.
Once inside, Max sauntered directly to the bedroom as though he knew the layout. With some trepidation, Linda followed him to the room. He immediately unzipped his coat and shrugged out of it.
"We can do it better if you get ready first."
"What… "
"Your clothes. We’ll be able to fuck better if you take off your clothes, Mrs. Cuyler."
Numbly, she took off her long coat and dropped it. She reached behind her and pulled the zipper down on her dress. It slipped down off her arms and over her hips and she stepped out of it. She grasped the hem of her slip and pulled it up over her head, casting it aside. By the time she'd slipped out of her bra, Max was naked, standing with his cock hard and pointing up a little.
He looked at her tits and said, "Now that's what I call really built. I'll take care of the rest."
He slipped his two hands down over her hips, into the waistband of her panties. With one motion he peeled the flimsy garment down to her knees and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of the cloth, now naked except for her nylon stockings and the little garter belt that didn't cover anything.
"We can leave the rest of it on," he said. "It won't get in the way."
He grinned as he grabbed her tits and pulled them straight out and then let the flesh slip through his hands, bouncing back. He pulled them out rudely a half-dozen times, watching the firm flesh bounce back.
"Nice tits," he said. "Now, let's see about the rest of you."
He backed her up until the bed was against her legs. When he pushed her, she sat down. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on her back. Grabbing her legs, he folded them up and spread them straight out to the side.
He took her cunt-lips in his hands. Forcing a finger from each hand inside, he stretched her cunt out while running his fingers the length of the slit. She tried to be passive but couldn't keep her hips from bouncing when he touched her tender flesh.
"You like that, don't you?" he said. "My, but you've got a nice little cunt. It's nice, but I think we'll do something different this time. "
He pulled her legs back together and rolled her over on her stomach. Sliding a hand under her waist, he drew her up on her knees. His own knees pushed between hers, spreading her out. His hands slipped up the insides of her thighs and spread her ass-cheeks.
She gasped as a finger probed into her asshole. It burned hot as it thrust inside, then the burning pain slowly faded while he left the finger immobile. She couldn't suppress a moan when he twisted the finger and then pulled it back.
"Now don't go away," he said as he got up and went to the bathroom, leaving her on her hands and knees.
He came back with a small jar of Vaseline. She watched with dread as he smeared the petroleum jelly on the head of his hard cock and then back on the cock-shaft itself.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass," he said, "but I won't make it hurt you any more than it has to."
He put the jar on the night stand and crawled back on the bed behind her, wiping his fingers on her hips. She tried to hold her asscheeks closed tight, but his hands were too strong. He spread them wide apart. His cock-head was hot and it probed at her ass.
Now in position, he put one arm around her waist while he squeezed one tit. His cock-head pushed hard against her asshole but he didn't thrust in.
"Just relax and let it ease its way in and it won't hurt much."
She didn't say anything-just felt the hot cock head pushing against her quivering asshole.
Gradually, his cock-head pushed in as she felt her asshole loosen against the relentless force. With the cock-head inside, she felt the burning thrust go full length into her as his hips came up hard against her asscheeks.
It was a relief to feel his cock slide back out, almost like taking a shit. He stopped withdrawing with the head just inside her asshole and thrust back inside her, causing a burning pain deep within her.
As he ass-fucked her, the burning pain began to feel good. It turned into a good ache like that in her cunt when Dave had fucked her.
He reached his arm back under her and put a finger in her cunt. The finger probed deep, making a tingling ache, then it slowly probed forward, just inside her cunt-lips, moving forward toward her clit.
"Ooooh!" she moaned as she thrust her hips against his hand.
His finger withdrew, then slipped forward again.
"Ooooh!" she moaned again, trying to keep her hips still. It was useless. Her hips obeyed their own will.
He kept his finger probing her cunt in step with his cock-strokes in her burning ass.
The hot pulses of aching pain in her cunt started to run together, still lingering when his finger next touched. His cock burned faster in her while he finger-fucked her cunt faster as well, faster and faster, harder and harder. Then she felt one long searing electric flash of heat in her cunt.
"Oooohhhh! "
She held her hips still as she felt her cunt-juices wash over his finger. His cock-strokes in her ass became harder and then he tensed against her asscheeks and his hot jism spurted deep into her ass, burning with each spurt.
He held his quivering hips tight against her asscheeks until his cum stopped spurting. Then he pulled his shrinking cock out of her ass. He drew her knees back so she was lying on her stomach and grasped her hips and rolled her over on her back.
Without a word, he got up and went to the bathroom. Max came back with a soapy wash cloth and sat on the bed. He folded the wet cloth around his limp cock and drew it off the prick repeatedly, stretching it as he did so.
"Now it's your turn to go down on me, Mrs. Cuyler. Ever did it before?"
She shook her head. "I guess I just suck your cock."
"That'll do to start but, when it gets hard, you'll have to work your mouth up and down over the full length of it. Let's get started. I'll tell you if you're doing anything wrong."
He lay down on his back, his legs spread. She got on her hand and knees between his knees and looked down at his cock. It was small when she held it at the base with one hand and put her mouth down over the head. She ran the small tip of her tongue inside the piss-slit and worked it around and around.
Slowly, she started to suck. When the vacuum pulled at the cock-head, it slid up a little way into her mouth. When she relaxed it slipped back. She gradually sucked harder. The head swelled in her mouth but the cock-shaft in her hand was still limp…
She started working her mouth down on the prick, giving a hard suck when her lips came back up on the cock-head. When her mouth slid down to his groin, the tip of the head just touched her throat.
The sucking started to make his cock stiffen. With each lip-stroke, his prick grew and turned harder. Each time she drew back, she ran the tip of her tongue down into the cock-head. This made it even stiffer.
Her mouth worked down harder and harder, down onto the base, her lips pressing into the hair on his groin. With each stroke, the head pushed against the back of her throat.
Then she gagged.
"I'm" sorry, she stammered. "I couldn't do it."
"You're turned the wrong way, Mrs. Cuyler," he said. "The cock curves up and your throat curves down. Come around here and straddle my shoulders."
She knee-walked around on the bed and put her knees outside his shoulders with her face turned down toward his cock.
"That's the way," he said. "Now it'll fit right down your throat. When you push down hard, it'll feel like it's going halfway to your stomach. Just relax your throat and breathe in whenever you come up."
She put the head back into her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue inside. He writhed under her. She started working her lips down a little farther, up and down. Again the head touched her throat, but now it slid right down.
She worked her mouth farther down, still sucking hard each time her lips came up on the head. Whenever her tongue thrust inside at the top of the up-stroke, she breathed with a gasp.
Her mouth finally came all the way down over his cock and pressed into his cock-hair. His prick fit close in her throat. She gave full strokes with her lips, faster and faster, harder and harder. His hips started bucking up to meet her mouth with each stroke.
His arms pushed out against her thighs. Without changing her mouth rhythm, she spread her knees out and let her cunt settle down on his face.
He slowly thrust his tongue inside. She jerked when he touched her clit. He lapped his tongue the length of the clit in unison with her sucking his cock. With each tongue stroke her clit flashed for a hot instant while she jerked her cunt down harder against his face.
They writhed and jerked together, faster and faster, harder and harder. He gripped the flesh of her hips and pulled her down hard, her cunt squashed against his mouth. His tongue reached way in and lapped the length of her.
He broke the rhythm and lapped her still faster and harder. She gasped harder each time she came up. She tried to go down on him faster, but she couldn't keep up with his tongue. It drove back inside her deeper and faster.
Finally, his hips bucked up slower each time. His groin still slapped hard into her face but his movements turned slower and deliberate. Then he went rigid as he shot off into her throat. The cum spurted deep into her. She swallowed the jism and felt his cock-head drawn deeper each time she swallowed. It didn't fill her throat completely now so she could breathe past the head. She kept her face buried in his groin and kept swallowing, drawing the head back.
Max pushed her hips up and stuck out his tongue.
"Don't stop," he said… 'Now we're gonna get you off.?
He settled her coot back against his face and stuck his tongue inside, lapping her clit with each stroke, lapping and making the heat flash inside. She jerked with each lap.
She continued sucking his cock. It had shrunk back where she could keep the whole thing in her mouth. She went back to probing her tongue into the end whenever she stopped sucking.
Soon his hips started rolling up with each suck. The limp prick slid farther into her mouth where it grew with each suck until it went in her throat. Now, instead of running her mouth up and down on the cock, she let it slide back deep in her throat and held it there by swallowing.
His tongue lapping was driving her wild. With each stabbing flash in her clit, she brought her hips down hard, her blonde cunt smashing against his mouth. The harder she drove down on him, the deeper he lapped into her.
With her swallowing, his cock grew and turned stiff. She kept it deep inside her throat and kept swallowing against it, feeling it rub in and out against her sensitive skin. There was just enough space left in her throat to breathe. The harder she swallowed against his prick the harder his hairy groin rolled up into her face.
Then she felt the white-hot flashes in her clit come brighter and brighter as she pounded her hips down against his face. She wanted to scream but his cock was too big in her throat. She groaned and she whined and she whimpered past the big prick as the flashes grew hotter and hotter.
Then she slammed her cunt down against his face and quivered there while the hot cum flowed out of her cunt into his mouth. He held her twitching hips down hard against his face while he sucked hard at her cunt and kept his tongue working on her clit.
Then his groin pounded up into her face and he shot off into her throat. She slowed her throat contractions but kept his cock drawn full length while she swallowed each spurt of his cum. His tongue and her throat kept working full length, slower and slower. Her ass rocked slower and slower to his tongue.
Then all motion ceased. He held his tongue inside her cunt, resting on the clit. She kept her mouth down on his groin-hair, the head of his cock deep in her throat.
Finally, she pulled her mouth up off his cock. He withdrew his tongue as well and lifted her hips and sent her off on her side. He rose on his knees and rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs.
"Just watching you through Dave's window today, I noticed you liked this."
She clasped her hands together over her head while he worked his fingers into her skin folds. He found the inner lips of her cunt and slowly, gently worked his fingertips up and down the length of her wet coot. She let her hips rock and undulate slightly while she watched through hooded eyes and felt the gentle tingle while he did delightful things to her.
Finally, she felt her body drain, and her hips rolled less and less. Her hips finally stopped moving completely and his fingers stopped too. He bent and kissed her pussy-lips.
He got up and started dressing.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Cuyler," he said. "You've just earned a very favorable report to Mr. Cuyler. I think you liked it as much as I did. Well, here's to many more favorable reports. Don't get up, Mrs. Cuyler. I can let myself out."
When the outer door clicked shut, Linda lay back naked, feeling cheap and well-used. There was something evil about Max, but while it was true he was a crude man, he had made her come twice. He had fucked her in the ass, but he'd tried to not hurt her much; he wasn't totally inconsiderate. At first he'd seemed repulsive, but she rather liked the way he fucked her. It was just that he made her feel so cheap.