The next morning was a working school day, and Tommy Singleton awoke earlier than usual, wondering why he was feeling such a sense of anticipation and excitement. He glanced briefly at the still sleeping form of his wife Linda, clad only in a short nightie of sheer nylon that hid nothing of her physical charms from his view. She was lying flat on her back, her creamy white thighs exposed all the way to the softly enticing little triangle of blonde curls up between their firmly rounded smoothness. He could see the inviting pink folds of her pussy pouting chastely up between her slightly spread legs, and he wanted more than anything at that moment to drop his head down there and thrust his tongue deep up into her unprotected innocent cunt, but he knew that she would never permit him to enjoy himself that way – or permit herself to enjoy it, he added grimly. Hungrily he let his eyes pass on up over the filmy fabric clinging to her taut white belly to the delectable little indentation of her navel clearly visible through the sheer garment and farther up to the sweeping rise of her fully ripe breasts. Little upward thrusts were made where the tiny pink buds of her nipples pressed teasingly up against the thin nylon, and he licked his lips at the delicious sight before reluctantly turning away to get dressed.
As he finished shaving and looked at himself in the mirror, he suddenly remembered why he felt so anxious to get out of the house and off to school. He smiled at his image with a boyish grin, his brown eyes sparkling with unconcealed joy as he recalled the conversation with his fellow coach, Fred Furness, the day before. He could hardly wait to get that phone call he had been promised. Being involved for so long with the girl he had just married, it had been easy to forget for the time being that he had always been attractive to women, and now he found himself bursting with a renewed energy. He pulled on the loose velour slip-over sweater that only coaches could get by with in a public school, unable to resist admiring the way it clung to his muscular shoulders and chest. Hell I'm practically irresistible, he grinned into the mirror, and then he left the house quietly, getting into his yellow sports car with a feeling of elation he had not experienced for what seemed like years.
Avoiding the usual bull session taking place in the faculty room at the school, Tommy went directly to his tiny office behind the gymnasium and watched the telephone as if he could make it ring with his eyes. When it finally did jingle in two short bursts after the end of the second period, he was sitting ready to answer it and held it up to his ear before the bell stopped sounding.
"Hello, Fred?" he blurted into the instrument anxiously.
"Hi, is that you, Tommy?" came the soft feminine voice.
It was Grace Furness, Fred's wife! Her sweetly seductive voice seemed to flutter inside his ear, making his body ache with desire.
"Yes. Grace?" he stammered. "I-I was expecting to hear from Fred." He wondered if something had gone wrong.
"Yes, I know. But I thought it would be better if I called you myself. I think we ought to have a little talk," she breathed into the phone.
"I, uh, fine," Tommy managed to say. "When would be a good time?"
"How about this afternoon, right after school?" Grace asked. "Fred tells me you don't have a practice on for today – he does, though."
"Right. And I'm free last period too," he offered, regaining some of his composure after the shock of hearing her voice instead of the one he had expected.
"Why don't you come by as soon as you can then," Grace suggested. "We can have a drink and see how we feel. Okay?"
"Okay! Great," Tommy replied, his pulse beginning to race as he detected the promise in her voice. "Say about two-thirty or so?"
"If that's as soon as you can make it, fine with me," she teased. Then she laughed and added, "Just don't waste any time with those dikes from the women's physical education department."
"Don't worry about that," Tommy put in, feeling bolder by the minute as he heard her expressing her own anticipation and interest. "I never waste time with women who are duds."
She laughed again, louder this time. "I'm sure you don't, lover. See you later."
"Yeah, later," Tommy responded, and then they hung up.
It was all he could do to keep his mind on his work until he finished with the last group of students. When they had finally dispersed with the buzzer signaling the end of sixth period, Tommy grabbed up the small bag containing his street clothes without bothering to change from his coaching shorts. He left the office in the gym the way it was, knowing that the custodian would lock up before the day was over and ran to his car in the parking lot.
It was close to three o'clock when Tommy's wife Linda finally decided she needed to talk to somebody. She never expected her husband home before at least four or four-thirty, and she felt she really needed an outlet for her confused feelings before she had to face him again.
After thinking about it, she knew there was only one person who would be willing to listen, and perhaps would have some good advice for her.
Grace Furness.
She hated to do it, even though she liked Grace well enough to become close friends with her. But she had formed an almost instantaneous aversion to Grace's husband Fred, and she felt this would always stand in the way of any intimate contact socially with Grace. Even so, she decided, there just wasn't anybody else she could talk to, and Grace was conveniently nearby – you could see the back windows of the Furness apartment across the courtyard of the condominium.
Without any further hesitation, not even bothering to call first since they lived so close, Linda slipped on her sandals with crepe rubber soles and stepped out of the apartment.
Speaking to the other young wives she encountered on the way, Linda looked at their unconcerned smiling faces and wondered if any of them had gone through the same experiences when they were first married that she was now going through. They all seemed contented and happy, and it was hard for her to believe that they could have had any serious problems. She reluctantly admitted to herself as she waited for the elevator up to the fifth floor that it was possible her difficulties with Tommy were all her own fault.
It seemed impossible, but maybe she was just too darned prudish in her outlook on sex, she reflected. She had always thought of herself as a liberated woman who had rejected the outdated ways of her parents' generation, but who was to say that some of their outmoded thinking about sex hadn't been so deeply instilled in her from an early age that she didn't even know it was affecting her.
She sighed heavily as the door of the elevator opened onto the fifth floor corridor. It'll be difficult, she told herself as she turned left and started for the Furness' door, but I've got to try to be absolutely frank with Grace, making it very clear what it is I want to ask her about. She was trying to form the words in her mind for all the questions she had – mostly about the perverse demands Tommy had been making since they were married, when finally she found herself standing outside the thin wood door of Grace and Fred's apartment.
Her index finger was poised over the button of the doorbell, ready to ring, when suddenly she froze in place, the unexpected sounds coming to her ears through the door shocking her into immobility.
"Let me suck you first," came the voice of Grace Furness, husky with passion and desire. She and whoever she was talking to must have been just inside the foyer entrance to the apartment, her words were so clear to Linda's hearing.
There was a mumble of a man's lower voice saying something she couldn't understand, followed by the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened.
"Oohhh, it's so big and hard, lover," came Grace's voice again. "Can I kiss it here?"
Instead of an answer, Linda heard a low moan of pleasure unlike anything she had ever heard before. She stood like a stone statue in the hall, the overpowering sounds rushing through her mind so loud she thought she must be about to faint and fall to the floor. The moaning male voice continued for what seemed an eternity, and then Grace's voice came to her through the door again.
"Mmmmmm, you've really got a nice prick," Linda distinctly heard her say. "Come on into the bedroom. You can hear everything through these paper-thin doors."
There came the sound of retreating footsteps inside, and then there was silence, only the deafening rushing in Linda's mind going on and on as she tried to comprehend and accept what she had just overheard without meaning to eavesdrop.
Abruptly, as though a warning signal had gone off inside her head, she turned and raced down the hallway to the stairwell, not willing to wait for the elevator again. She ran until she was back in her own home, confusion running rampant through her thoughts.
She had unwittingly discovered something about the wife of her husband's friend and colleague which she would have given all the money in the world not to know. And she had been just about to ask Grace for personal advice! A wife who was obviously being unfaithful to her husband.
Of course, Linda reminded herself without being convinced, it was possible that Grace's husband had come home from school earlier than usual, but that wasn't likely. And besides, the obscene act Grace must have been performing on the other side of the closed door to her apartment was almost unthinkable to the young wife's mind, even with her own husband. That had been one of the very subjects she had wanted to ask Grace about if she had found the courage to do so, but now it seemed forever impossible.
There was only one thing to do, Linda finally decided as she nervously prepared herself some iced tea to vainly try to calm her nerves. She would have to try to work it out in her own mind without any outside help.
She added inwardly to herself, I have to forget that I ever even thought of going to Grace Furness for advice. I have to forget that I know anything I shouldn't. I couldn't face either Grace or her husband again knowing that. I wasn't there. I wasn't there, she kept repeating until finally she thought the unintentional knowledge she had was emptied out of her memory.
But deep in a secret recess of her inner mind, the question she had not verbalized hung unanswered: Who was the man with Grace Furness?
As Grace led him toward the bedroom, Tommy Singleton felt his blood rushing wildly through his veins. He just wasn't able to believe this fantastic woman. He had come to the door thinking that the two of them would have a round-about conversation on the topic he had come to discuss with her, perhaps even ending up with her saying she couldn't go through with it with another man than her husband. But she had totally surprised him.
As soon as the door had closed behind him, she had thrown her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, pressing her hot moist lips against his. Her tongue began spearing into his mouth hungrily and she groaned hoarsely as though she had been starved for it for years and years. Her warmly trembling body ground up against his with all her strength, and as she pressed and squirmed her loins into his, he was aware of his aching penis beginning to throb and jerk up inside his restricting jockey-strap under his gym shorts. He felt the twin mounds of her firmly resilient breasts pushing tightly into his muscular chest, the thin t-shirt he wore and her flimsy sheath dress not preventing his feeling the tiny erect buds of her nipples digging into his skin like hard buttons.
Tommy had been sure she was not wearing anything underneath the thigh-length dress made of some synthetic material. Then, when he dropped the satchel he was carrying and wrapped his arms around her, slipping his hands up and down her writhing torso, he found he was right. He had not felt a brassiere strap, and lightly gliding his fingertips on down to the gently sloping flare of her undulating hips, he discovered she was not wearing panties either. The thought of her ripe young flesh completely naked under the thin garment clinging to her like icing on a cake excited him still further, and he thrust his throbbing genitals up tight against her softly heaving belly, at the same time flicking his tongue serpent-like around hers darting wetly in and out between his open lips.
Then the incredulous young husband had scarcely been able to believe his senses when his friend's wife slipped her hands lightly over the rippling muscles on his back and on down to his buttocks, clenched tightly as he ground his pelvis into hers. She squeezed them appreciatively in a way no other woman had ever done, gradually moving her hands around to force them between their passionately locked loins and without hesitation finding his blood-inflated cock with her fingers. She fondled his rigidity experimentally through his gym shorts, up and down its pulsating length, bringing it to an even greater hardness from her touch, finally pulling her moist lips away from his own and smiling seductively up at him.
"Let me suck you," she told him without the slightest indication of the shame or repulsion that his wife Linda would have shown if she had ever been able to give voice to the words. Then, when she unzipped his gym trunks and pulled the material down to release his now fully erect penis, she glowed. "It's so big and hard." He had dimly been aware of her bending her head down close to him as she dropped to her knees and added, "Can I kiss it there?" Not waiting for an answer, she dipped her head and placed her hotly searching lips against the pulsing, moistening tip of his lust-swollen cock.
Yes, yes, kiss it, suck it, he was crying out inside his brain, hearing his own husky, breathless groans of intense pleasure echoing inside the tiny foyer as though he were experiencing it all in a fantasy dream. He closed his eyes in new-found ecstasy as he felt her lips part into a rounded wet oval and slip slowly over his inflated cock until it was lodged in her mouth as far as the ridge encircling the flaring gland on the end. Then he felt her begin probing the tiny opening with her searing hot tongue, sending scalding waves of sensation flooding through his testicles dangling beneath. He thought his whole body would explode from the exquisite pressure building in his cum-laden balls as suddenly he felt her gently stroking fingernails running lightly along the underside of his still swelling shaft. Then they cupped his heavy testicles with warm reverence, alternately tickling at them and kneading them as if trying to pump his swollen aching cock to still greater proportions. Suddenly he could take it no longer.
With an earth-shattering groan from somewhere deep in his chest, Tommy clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips forward, driving his maddeningly throbbing cock as far as he could up into the hot moist cavern of her mouth, feeling its velvety tip bump up hard against the back of her throat. She had grunted from the force of his thrust, squeezing his balls with her fingers until he thought they would burst like eggs in her hands, and then abruptly she had stopped what she was doing. He felt the cool air of the room washing over his turgid shaft coated with her saliva and opened his eyes to look down at her pulling her wide-open lips away.
Without another word, his friend's wife stood up again, her blue eyes smoky with desire as she grasped his long thickness tightly with her right hand and began leading him along behind her.
Her eyes lifted to his and she told him in a voice thick with passion, "Mmmmm, you've got a really nice prick. Come on into the bedroom."
Now as they entered the bedroom together, Grace's fingers gave his painfully hardened cock a final playful squeeze and, before his very eyes, she raised her arms to lift the scanty sheath dress over her head with one sweeping motion and threw it onto a chair. She stood completely naked before his gaze, her breasts standing out in front of her as firmly as a young girl's, the rosy pink nipples erect in the center of their aureoles. Seeing his lustful eyes fixed on her rounded white mounds, Grace cupped them in her hands and squeezed them tantalizingly, letting her fingers play over the upthrust rubbery buds of her nipples. Her lewdly suggestive action caused his cock to jerk up into even greater hardness, and she riveted her eyes on its thickness, watching its pulsating, blood-filled tip a moment before commenting, "I like it. It's going to feel good going up inside me. Oh God, I want it in me."
Tommy stood transfixed like a saint before a vision of heaven as her hands slipped down from her breasts over the taut smoothness of her belly, his eyes following as they traced the outward-flaring curve of her full hips and then moved slowly toward the thin curls of the blonde triangle nestled up between her statuesque, marble-white thighs. She clasped the provocative, hair-covered mound with both hands, her fingers disappearing into the barely visible pink layers of flesh surrounding the opening to her vagina.
My God, what a woman, Tommy thought as he looked on at the obscene spectacle she was giving him. If only my wife Linda would act this way sometimes!
In front of him, Grace Furness probed into the pliant outer flanges of her own moistening cunt, the middle finger of her right hand finding and massaging the tiny quivering bud of her clitoris. She groaned loudly this time and pressed her full resilient thighs tightly together around her fingers, her whole body beginning to undulate slowly before him like a mesmerizing serpent.
Then, without warning, she flung herself back onto the bed behind her, drawing up her knees and spreading them wide apart to reveal to his eyes her pinkly glistening pussy-lips.
"Oh God," she moaned, staring wide-eyed past the twin mounds of her upward heaving white breasts at his wildly jerking bone-hard cock. "Get your clothes off before I die. I want you to fuck me." She squirmed and twisted her buttocks tightly down into the mattress as she repeated the lewd, lust-inciting phrase over and over, the obscene words on her sensual lips exciting him into a crescendo of rising passion.
Tommy began desperately stripping his few clothes from his body, dropping his already opened gym pants and shorts to the floor and almost ripping off his t-shirt, finally standing over her writhing body with his cock pointing at the ceiling in nakedly throbbing erection. Grace Furness lifted her body slightly from the bed as she arched her back in excitement, as if raising her openly spreading cunt up to him in sacrifice, her eyes remaining riveted on his thickly menacing shaft standing out in the air.
Then he lay down on the bed beside her, his breath coming faster and faster as he pulled her gently undulating body over to him with his strong young arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them; they were beautifully firm and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against his and she raised her face up hungrily to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between their bodies for the hardness of his penis. Tommy gasped as her startingly cool fingers closed around his rigidity and pulled him forcefully closer to her, crushing the full length of her body against his. She was grinding her pelvis tightly into his loins, and then she suddenly twisted her body, pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them. Their lips were still moistly pressed together, hers soft and giving under his harsher pressure, tiny chills flying over his skin as her tongue darted like a wet penis in and out of his mouth in a motion to match the obscene thrust of her loins up against his.
His still expanding, throbbing cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow wetness of her eager cunt that nibbled like another mouth at its turgid tip-end. She arched her body for a moment levering them both up off the bed and, reaching back under her buttocks with both hands, stretched her vaginal lips slowly apart. She pushed her openly spread pussy-mouth up into greater contact with the sensitive flesh of his hotly pulsing hardness and held herself like that for a moment, the gently clasping slit teasing and sucking at his distended glans.
"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered up into his mouth, slipping her hands out from under her, her nails trailing across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping the fullness of her clenching and unclenching ass-cheeks in his palms and jerking her moistly receptive pussy tighter up against him. He moved up and down slowly, feeling her beginning a more desperate rotation under him until her legs, without warning, snaked out wider on either side of his body, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, urging him tighter into her.
"Ohhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes shut tight, her pelvis grinding in little circles. Tommy groaned as he felt the soft silky hair around her vagina graze teasingly against the pulsating, blood-filled end of his cock, forcing it into greater hardness from the excruciating pressure.
Unable to hold back another second, Tommy flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his cock with flesh-separating insistence up into the rubbery hot moistness of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him, a sensual flutter in her voice. He felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his nakedly sensitized rod. It entered with a slight resistance of her velvety flesh, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time, except that it was better because he knew she was controlling her vaginal muscles that way to give him infinitely more pleasure. He relished the knowledge that it would be like this every time he fucked her, 'cause he sure didn't intend for this to be the last time. This is what the young husband had hoped for in his own wife, but, if he couldn't get it there, then Fred's wife, Grace could give it to him. He was learning, and learning fast, what a woman who liked to screw could do, and he wasn't going to do without this unbelievable pleasure any longer.
His long thick cock raced steadily up into her cunt to the deepest reaches of her belly that clasped warm and tight at first like a moist tongue wrapped around the full aching length of his hardness, then easier as the inner vaginal walls accepted his presence and lubricated the way with hotly flowing fluids.
Then, suddenly, he hit bottom, his heavy balls slapping up hard against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.
Grace Furness moaned a low animal-like cry beneath him, twisting reflexively on his skewering penis from the sudden unexpected pain of his complete penetration, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis even tighter into her loins. He could feel their pubic hair twisting together as he strove for all he was worth for the greater contact he was making inside against the quivering tip of her cervix.
Now she was spitted on his steel-hard length and he lay on her for a moment to allow the pain of his sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her this way. It was the age-old ritual of a man subjugating a woman to his will, and he reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him. Then he flicked the end of his blood-swollen cock again, bringing another low moan from between her firmly compressed lips. He had raised his head up from hers now, and he watched the lust-inciting distortions of her pretty face as it reflected the feelings his cock was causing inside her body.
Slowly he felt her tensed loins relax under him and begin a gentle massage-like oscillation around the thick hilt of his cock buried up inside her like a sensory sword. Tommy ground his pelvis jammed against hers into the squirming saddle of cuntal flesh, and she strained up to him, arching her back so that it lifted them both up off the mattress. She trembled ceaselessly beneath his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her legs around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man's world itself, a savage bleating that matched the steady pulsation now beginning where their loins locked desperately together and the rhythmic regular in-and-out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Tommy could feel his cock expanding and growing inside her as he slowly but surely answered her gentle rocking movements, pulling his hardness out barely an inch at first before driving it back in hard against her palpitating womb, then gradually out a little more, then farther and farther. Finally his cock, now glistening with her cuntal juices, slipped all the way out until just the bulging glans at the tip remained embedded inside her, then he stroked again and again into the warm oily moistness of her clinging pussy, his testicles each time banging heavily against her softly rounded buttocks below.
His friend's blonde wife suddenly threw her arms loosely out to the sides on the bed, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations their instinctively matched thrusting motions gave to her body. Tommy raised himself up on his hands spread on the mattress beside her head, enjoying watching the ecstatic expressions on her face. Her mouth was hanging slackly open as she flailed her head from side to side in abandon, her long blonde hair whipping back and forth on the red colored bedspread, ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaping from between her lips with each long smooth stroke of his slowly pistoning cock, building in intensity as together they accelerated the tempo to a frantic pace. He let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of her passion-hollowed neck, pausing to greedily relish the gently heaving vibrant orbs of her breasts, their ruby pink nipples jutting out like tiny strawberries offered up for him to devour, and then on down past her quaking white belly to their merging loins below.
He could see his blood-distended, thick penis withdrawing almost its full length from the dinging pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back up into the curl-lined opening. She was pushing up to meet his thrusts as if she were unable to wait even a split second for his next entry into her. Each time he drove it in to the hilt he held it there for an instant, savoring the delicious sensations it caused as she shuddered violently on his impaling hard shaft, jerking her loins in a tiny quick rotation that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode from the hot pressure building up there. Again and again she wrenched her pelvis downward as he began the long slow withdrawal, her warm moist pussy sucking at him like a million mouths inside her belly as she felt the ridges of his cock rippling over the quivering little bud of her clitoris.
She groaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, her whole being throwing itself into the wanton act, thrashing and bucking under him like a demon gone wild.
Goddamn, she's a good fuck, Tommy told himself as he watched her heaving in salacious abandon beneath him like a contortionist playing the part of a lewd lascivious whore.
"Ohhhhh, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, damn it, make me scream!" she coughed up at him in a lust-maddened daze.
He reached under her between her jerking buttocks as he continued to drive his cock rhythmically up into the hot wetness of her cunt. Carefully, he stretched the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus.
Suddenly he found it.
Small rivulets of warm moisture were running down the widespread crevice from where his hand could feel his hard rod of flesh thrusting into her vagina. It moistened the tightly puckered little rectal ring, lubricating it slightly, and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. Then he pushed hard, feeling the anal circle give a little under the pressure, and suddenly the tight elastic flesh gave way completely and his finger slipped in up to the first knuckle joint. She jumped forward away from him, almost crawling on her back to escape the first excruciating pain. "Ahhhhhhhggh! God, it hurts!"
He brutally thrust again, sinking into the second knuckle.
"Ugggghhhhh! Yesssss, yesssss! Hurt me! Hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain she was feeling, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks, clenched into tight balls of muscle, back onto his finger until it was sunk all the way to the palm of his hand. He wriggled it inside the narrow passage, rotating it around in the rubbery depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating the two openings the underside of his cock plunging in and out of her cunt and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on beneath him. His nail caught the tender flesh in her anus momentarily, scraping her and causing her to jerk, but then she caught up the endless pace again, opening her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to the dual ravishing of her loins.
As she pitched crazily under him, Tommy could sense that it wouldn't be long before she reached her climax, and he knew he would be able to hold back a little longer. She had to cum soon, and he began ramming it into her with long hard hammer-thrusts in time with his finger hotly sheathed in her anus as she churned helplessly beneath him on the bed.
He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tight between her trembling thighs, opening and closing them around him in unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes, warbling meaningless cries from deep within her throat as though she had no control over her voice. She was approaching closer and closer the moment she had been working for, and he continued his merciless double thrusts with all his strength and power.
Then her mouth found a way to form words again.
"Oooooohhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard – hard -haarrrddddd!" she chanted, mumbling all the lewd and obscene words she could think of, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she jackknifed her legs up high, pressing her knees back hard onto her flattened breasts, offering him full access to her nakedly upturned cunt. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face tortured and contorted as she strained for the final explosion so near.
Suddenly she coughed and pulled her thighs up even tighter.
"I'm cumming!" she exclaimed, as if in surprise, her mouth opening wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated as though she had to convince herself. The whole of her pink, widely stretched young pussy was presented up to him to batter and use as he wished, her ankles hooked high up over his shoulders, kicking and dancing high on his sinewy back. He could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of his cock like a stick on a picket fence, her defenselessly upthrust loins squirming beneath him in the wild uninhibited throes of her abandoned orgasm. Her words had become incoherent unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes gazing as if in wonder at the ceiling.
Jesus, look at the little bitch go, Tommy Singleton thought as he grinned down from his position on top of her at his friend's wife racing out of control for the final climax, gritting his teeth and clenching his buttocks as tightly as he could to hold back his own, slaving and sweating over her harder than he ever had in his life. Abruptly he pulled his finger out of her anus to give both of them greater freedom of movement.
"I'm cummmmmiiinnnng!" she suddenly screamed again, the words changing into a prolonged inhuman moan that went on and on like a piercing note decreeing the end of the world for her. Fred Furness' wife flared her nostrils wide like an animal struggling for its life and screwed herself up on Tommy's pistoning shaft of flesh, locking herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her spending loins jerked spasmodically against his belly. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching his swollen balls beneath as she shuddered up against him, his throbbing aching cock glued inside her, the hotly clasping inner walls of her pussy flooding warm wet fluids around him for what seemed an eternity.
The ecstatic young blonde held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though struck in the stomach by a heavy fist, her body collapsing limply down onto the mattress. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked pussy going on and on like a finally tamed wild animal pulsing around his tortured cock lodged far up inside her. He held it pushed deep in her belly, allowing her to rest for a moment, though it was all he could do to keep from going on screwing into her moistly clinging young pussy.
God, he had never seen anything like it! Fred hadn't been wrong when he'd said this wife of his was quite a woman.
Tommy throbbed the rampant thickness of his penis deep up in her belly, hoping to bring her passion-drenched cunt to life again.
"That was nice," Grace whispered breathlessly. "I haven't been fucked like that in a long time." She clenched the walls of her butter-soft pussy around his hardness in a grateful gesture that made him gasp in his efforts to keep from shooting his load of cum into her right then and there.
He wanted to fuck her more before filling her belly full of hot white sperm.
"You're not finished yet," he hissed down at her, his blood seething from the aching throb down in his balls.
"God, lover," she murmured with a lewdly twisted smile of approval, "you held back a long time."
"But not much longer," he muttered, breathing hard. "I'm right on the edge."
"Roll over," she said, smiling sweetly up at him. "You've been doing most of the work. Now it's my turn since you were so patient."
Reluctantly, he pulled back, slipping his turgid cock-shaft wetly out of the clinging moist warmth of her vagina. He hated to pull it out, he was so close to spurting off into her belly, but he decided to let her have her way. She hadn't disappointed him so far, and he didn't think she would now. He had never done anything with his own wife Linda but get on top of her and after a few quick strokes get rid of his load and that was it. She didn't like to play in bed, and the limit was one orgasm, for him, and none for her. He had the impression after the few weeks he had been married to her that she merely tolerated his love-making, unable to really enjoy it. He'd tried, but she seemed not to be interested in getting any fun out of it.
Well, maybe he would learn some things from Grace that he could use to change Linda's tune about things. He'd just let his friend's wife handle it from now on until he learned a little more about really pleasing a woman.
As he rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin white trails of her orgasm followed his rigid cock across her lower thigh. He had the sudden thought that if this was doing a favor for his friend Fred who hadn't been able to make love to Grace for awhile, it was ten times a greater favor to himself. That's what I call a real friend, he smiled to himself. Then he lifted his head from the mattress to watch what Grace was going to do.
She turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking him, sliding the loose foreskin flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing bulbous tip of his expectant cock. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
Her blonde head dropped slowly toward his hardness until suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the obscene wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden renewed contact of her tongue, chills rippling along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She then brought her mouth down all the way to enclose the whole sensitive tip in a moistly clasping pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic hand around it just below the rubbery flare of the glans, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" he groaned out loud into the bedroom, staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of burgeoning cock-flesh sunk halfway between her ovaled lips increased the sensation of a thousand-fold. His penis was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the trunk of a rain-soaked tree along the part she had not yet taken between her avidly working lips. She gently massaged his soft resilient testicles with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the animated softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below, the sight of her labors making it all the more exciting for him.
Grace could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck at his cock a little harder, the tips of her sharp teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood along beneath the velvet surface of the skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his cock and kneeled on all fours between his open legs, reaching under his buttocks to cup them in her palms, pulling his straining loins tighter to her face. Her tongue licked round and round the growing glans furiously until Tommy felt it near the bursting point as she took almost all his rigid shaft deep into her throat. Though he was certain she would choke, she continued the erotically titillating sucking on and on.
Huge pools of liquid heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he watched her lovely face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin driplets from the sides of her body as she bobbed over him like a demon-goddess gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed to push even farther between the delicious moistness of her furiously working lips that clung greedily to his lewdly thrusting cock.
He groaned under her again and again, his lips twitching crazily, incoherent mutterings escaping from between his clenched teeth.
Suddenly, he gasped.
The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the white-hot sperm begin its mad dash from his balls and spurt in thin hot streams into her endlessly sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding cum to keep from choking. The wanton young wife went on sucking voraciously as her neighbor's husband emptied his heavy load of semen into the wetness of her wildly moaning mouth, his hands tangling cruelly in her blonde hair, holding her face to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved his jerking shaft all the way down her continually swallowing throat. She coughed sporadically to regain her breath, her Adam's apple slipping up and down under her skin until finally he moaned his last body-wracking moan and grunted in complete sensual fulfillment. Slowly his twitching cock deflated in her mouth but she continued yet gentler sucking, drawing every precious drop of the thick warm sperm from his now almost limp cock.
And then he had nothing more to give her.
She had sucked him dry and with a heavy groan he collapsed, arms widespread, back across the bed. She nibbled softly at his flaccid useless penis for awhile, her head resting lightly on his thigh and then crawled up over his unmoving body to cradle his head against her still heaving breasts. After a moment she leaned down and kissed him full on the lips.
"Like it, lover?" she whispered softly against his cheek after the long lingering contact with his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," was all he could rouse himself to say right then, looking up into her eyes with an appreciative gleam.
"I know a lot more."
"Is more possible?" he asked in disbelief.
"You'll see," she cooed down at him. "This doesn't have to be the only time for us."
"You're sure Fred won't mind if we carry this thing on?" Tommy asked with apprehension.
"Don't be silly. He arranged it this time, didn't he?" she laughed. "Besides, there was a time before I knew what I was doing that he used to get his special kicks with other women, and I have some fun to make up for. This is the first time in years he hasn't been right there with a hard-on whenever I was in the mood, and I'm going to take advantage of the opportunity."
"Just so Linda doesn't find out," Tommy said with a worried expression. He wanted more than anything else to get his hands on this wild wife again and as soon as possible, but the thought of his own wife finding out chilled him inside.
"Bring her along," Grace told him matter-of-factly. "She might learn a thing or two."
"Are you crazy?" Tommy gasped suddenly, rising to one elbow on the bed. "She would blow her stack. Besides," he added in a serious afterthought, "I love her and wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. It's not her fault she was brought up to be so prudish. If I can control myself, she'll gradually wake up, the way you must have."
"You'll have a long wait, but that's okay by me. This way I can get mine. That's selfish on my part, but now that I know what a good lay you are, you're going to have to try keeping me satisfied."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Tommy asked playfully.
"It's both," Grace purred. "If you don't think up excuses to get out of the house and come see me often enough, I may just have to talk to Linda." She gave him a thin speculative smile that left no doubt she meant her words.
Tommy felt cold fear rushing through his veins.
"On the other hand, if you just drive away, park somewhere down the block and walk back when I need you or you need me, then it's a promise. It's simple. And Fred has already promised to stay out of the way as long as he can't do anything for me," she grinned at him triumphantly.
You little hot-blooded bitch, Tommy thought to himself. He was beginning to get the picture now. She must have forced Fred into letting her do what she wanted, and now she was trying the same on him. Well, he added in his mind, as long as all she expects from me is a good hard fuck now and then we'll get along fine. Meanwhile, I'll have to fix it so Linda won't believe a word of what she says if she gets any ideas.
"I'll think about it," he told her. "It'll be tough coming very often, but for another turn with you, maybe I can figure something out." He was rising from the bed, trying to remember where he'd left the bag with his street clothes.
She sat up on the bed grinning and reached over with her fingers to squeeze his deflated penis. "What's wrong, can't make it again?" she cooed up at him.
"Not now, I've got to get going. And I've got a lot of thinking to do about this," he answered, pulling away from her touch.
"Don't rush it, I can wait a few days until you work things out. Say, until Thursday about the same time?" she invited him.
He answered from the foyer where he was retrieving his clothes. "All right, unless I change my mind." He was determined not to let her take over his life, no matter how many times they got in bed together. He walked back into the bedroom already dressed and stuffed his gym clothes into the satchel. She was smiling at him from where she sat still stark naked in the middle of the big bed, her ankles crossed and her knees spread wide apart, exposing to his view the dilated pink lips of her cunt.
She turned her lips up into a lewdly seductive smile as she followed his gaze and opened her thighs wider and farther apart. "You won't change your mind, lover," she insinuated. "Will you?"
He looked at the sumptuous feast her body shamelessly offered him and knew that she was right. He wondered briefly how his friend Fred Furness had turned his wife into such an insatiable woman, wishing he could do the same with his young bride – the sooner the better. "How did you get so turned on to sex?" he asked, combing his fingers through his hair to straighten his appearance a little before leaving.
Grace rose and slipped on the scanty mini-length sheath dress she had removed so hurriedly only a few minutes ago. "I'll tell you all about it, with a demonstration, on Thursday when you come," the provocative blonde promised. "Deal?"
He hesitated before answering, anxious not to let her get the upper hand again before finally answering, "It's a deal. And I'll tell you then how things stand – whether I can make it anymore after that." She led him toward the door and let him out after looking cautiously into the hallway for neighbors.
"That's good enough for me," she said. "Good-bye, Tommy. Thanks for a wonderful afternoon. I'm looking forward already to Thursday."
"Good-bye," he replied, kissing her lightly on her upraised lips. He felt a slight tinge of regret rising from his decision to leave and go home as her tongue delved playfully into his mouth, causing his battered penis to jerk slightly in his shorts.
Then she closed the door behind him, smiling to herself. She knew Fred would be pleased when she told him how the plan was working, and even though she had felt like a cheap two-dollar whore seducing the innocent young husband, she had really enjoyed herself while doing it. To top it off, she reflected, Fred would really give her the fucking of her life that night for going along with him and pretending she hadn't been satisfied for a long time because he was impotent.
Impotent! She chuckled to herself. It was hard to imagine anything farther from the truth than that.