On a downtown street, her high heels clicking on the pavement, Gloria was in a mellow mood. A late morning rain had cooled the air, and she felt happy and full of energy.
She wondered how much of it was due to what was happening with Andy. She had no romantic illusions about it – what was going on was pure lust. How she loved it! He was learning fast, and the fucking was getting better than ever. The only thing she missed was the finesse of a mature man, a man who knew how to tantalize. She'd had more than one lover like that, and they'd given her something to measure other lovers by. Andy was young and sweet, and his cock stayed hard for hours. He fucked her endlessly and she adored sucking him off.
But their bed sessions lacked a certain spirit of erotic adventure.
She walked along the street, conscious of the eyes of men, of their appreciation of her full, firm tits and curvaceous ass. Their admiration was titillating, and she was amused herself for getting turned on by it.
Veering around a corner, her eyes on the window of a dress shop, she slammed into someone walking in the opposite direction.
"I'm terribly sorry!" a deep voice said.
Gloria found herself in the arms of a distinguished looking man with gray hair and steely blue eyes. Blushing, she stepped back.
"I'm terribly sorry," he repeated. "It was certainly my fault."
"Oh, no," Gloria said. "I ought to look where I'm going."
Then he bent down, and she realized she'd dropped her purse. He retrieved it from the ground and handed it back to her.
"I'd like to make amends," he said. "Will you join me for lunch?"
His good manners and good looks were impossible to refuse. In a few minutes, Gloria found herself being ushered into a quiet expensive restaurant. He was apparently known by the proprietor, and they were seated side by side in a secluded booth.
"My name, is Philip Norton," he said.
Gloria realized she was in a daze. She told him her name. They ordered drinks; they ordered lunch. Halfway through the meal, he had his hand on her knee. By the time they finished dessert, she'd more or less agreed to have a look at his apartment.
There was a risk, of course. She knew that these days you don't go off with any pick-up just for the hell of it. But he was very, good-looking, and he seemed like someone important in town.
Twenty minutes later, he led her into a swank downtown apartment. She stood in the large living room, ogling the beautiful wood paneling and leather furniture.
He took her raincoat from her and hung it in a closet. Then he took her hand, and they toured the place. There were three large bedrooms, a gleaming kitchen, and twin baths.
"It's a nice quiet place to get things done in," he said.
"I'm sure it is," Gloria said.
When he kissed her, she shivered. He opened her blouse, and she stood completely motionless. He began undressing her, and she remained docile and obedient, without a single word of protest.
Her pussy was flooded – had been flooded from the very beginning – and was now running like a waterfall.
When he unhooked her bra, he put his hands on her tits, lifting them and playing with the nipples.
"Nice!" he hissed. "I thought they'd be nice, but you can't always tell. Women do things to fool people. Bend forward a bit and let me see how they hang." She did as he asked. Her tits hung down and he played with them as if they were two ringing bells.
When her panties came off, he ran a finger between her cuntlips and smiled when be found her wet. He kissed her, and she squirmed against his hand. Then he stepped back to look at her. She remained motionless, even when he circled her to look at her from the rear. When he came to stand in front of her again, the lust in his eyes thrilled her.
"I like your body," he said. "There's a ripeness about it that is very special." Then he moved closer and extended a hand to pinch her cuntlips. "And this, of course, is the ripest of all, isn't it?"
He took her hand and led her, into the master bedroom. There was a king-size bed in a large decoratively furnished room. Wherever possible the walls were mirrored.
It was obviously a room for lovemaking.
He stood beside her and ran his hand in a smooth caress over her back and down to the cheeks of her ass. Without any warning, his fingers plunged into the crack and a fingertip probed the tight grommet of her asshole.
With a soft moan of acquiescence, Gloria relaxed her muscles and allowed his finger to enter.
Norton chuckled as he probed her deeply. "You've had more than a finger in here, haven't you?"
She blushed furiously but didn't pull away. He finally released her and began undressing. Trembling with excitement, she watched him remove his clothes. When she sat down on the edge of the bed, she had an eerie feeling it was all a dream. There she was, sitting on a strange man's bed, knowing that in a few moments they'd be fucking.
He slipped off his shorts, and his cock bobbed up and down like a heavy club. His balls seemed huge and swollen. When he had all his clothes off, he came to stand in front of her. She looked up at his face and then down again at the thick meat of his cock.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
When she remained motionless, he sighed and backed off to open a bureau drawer. He brought out a leather strap with a handle that fit his palm.
Gloria shivered. She'd had a feeling from the beginning it was going to be something like this. Her only concern was that he wouldn't really hurt her, that it was no more than a game.
But the look on his face frightened her. There was a chair beside the bed. He reached for her, moving like blurred lightning, and in a moment she was across his lap.
The first time the strap hit her ass, she screamed. Then he hit her again, and her ass came alive with blazing sensations that quickly became sexual.
When she screamed, he laughed.
"Scream all you want," he said. "No one can hear you."
He hit her again and again, and she became more and more excited with each blow. She could feel the gathering warmth in her cunt. Whatever pain there was gradually changed its character, and as the strap continued its rhythmic steady assault of her skin, she could feel her first orgasm beginning. She stopped, screaming, and now her sounds were whimpers and groans – sounds of intense pleasure. When he stopped hitting her, she cried out in protest.
"No!" she begged. "Don't stop! I'm so close!" She lay limp across his legs, her ass red and swollen. She could see herself in one of the mirrors. She could see him as he bent forward to kiss her quivering asscheeks. Then he hit her again, and she cried out in renewed agony. As he continued hitting her, her cunt contracted and spasmed with each slap.
Deep moans escaping from her throat, her body convulsed in a fierce orgasm.
Using his hand now, he began hitting her with short frenzied slaps until she began coming again with a series of violent shudders, that carried her into a momentary oblivion.
She lost all control, pissing on his lap, but he didn't seem to care. Spilling onto the floor, she rolled her body from side to side in a convulsion of raw sensation, the insides of her thighs drenched with cuntjuice and piss, her face and neck bathed in sweat.
Sliding to the floor, Norton shoved his prick into her clenching cunt.
"Fuck me!" Gloria cried. "Fuck me into the floor!"
She clutched him, sobbing and groaning, and then he was shooting his load and she could tell his abuse of her had turned him on to the point of madness.
When he collapsed on her, the carpet irritated and burned her skin where she'd been whipped. She closed her arms around him and moved her hips against him, enjoying the feel of his cock still inside her cunt.
Then his cock shrunk, and she could feel him withdrawing. As it, finally fell out of her, he groaned and kissed her.
She sat up and looked at him with a shy smile. She wanted to do something about the juices leaking from her cunt. And her ass was tender and sore.
He sensed her need and patted her hip affectionately.
"Relax," he said. "I'll take care of you."
"It hurts," she said.
"Of course it hurts, but you really had yourself a time, didn't you?"
She smiled. "I never thought I'd be able to do anything like this, but I guess there's always a first time."
Tie helped her up and led her to the bathroom. He handed her a douche and watched with a smile on his face.
"You can soak in a hot tub awhile," he said. "Then I'll massage some cold cream into your ass, and you'll be fine again."
"Do all your girlfriends like being paddled?"
He laughed. "Most of them. It turns on most women. Some go a little crazy when it's done to them. Some are wilder than others."
When she sat down in the tub, the hot water felt marvelous. Norton stood next to the tub with his cock dangling near her face. Despite his age, he had the meaty cock of a young stud. The fat purplish head peeping out of the foreskin looked delicious.
After the bath, Gloria returned to the bedroom. Norton made her lie down on the bed on her belly. He began kissing her. He labored over the backs of her thighs, over the smooth resilient flesh of her ass. He took his time, prolonging each caress before moving on. Slobbering on her skin, he left the backs of her thighs to stroke his tongue across her ass.
She murmured and moaned with pleasure.
He continued licking her asscheeks. Then, using both his hands, he gently pried apart the plump globes of her ass.
Gloria shivered at the lewdness of the exposure. He was obviously a man experienced with women, and she wondered what he thought of her. One of her lovers had once told her the fringe of dark hair growing in the crack of her ass turned him on. Was Philip Norton turned on by her ass?
As if reading her mind, he extended his tongue into the crack of her ass and licked it thoroughly. He lingered at the bottom edge of her cunt and noisily slurped up the dripping juice. Then he slid his tongue back up between the cheeks, lapping and tickling and licking the wrinkled puckered grommet of her asshole.
Her sphincter muscles were loose. She felt the tip of his tongue pushing into the narrow hole. Murmuring her approval, she lifted her hips to encourage him.
Soon he was pushing his tongue as far inside her asshole as he possibly could, sliding it in and out with vigorous pistoning motions that forced her to squirm and flex her ass. His fingers pulled her asscheeks even further apart, stretching the sensitive flesh so that her asshole widened to allow an easier passage for his tongue.
Releasing one asscheek, he moved his fingers down to probe the opening of her cunt. She was dripping again. She moaned softly when his fingers plunged inside. Then he searched out her clitoris to strum it back and forth with a stiff finger.
"Yesssss!" she hissed.
She clenched her asshole around his tongue, attempting to hold him fast, but finally his tongue withdrew to be replaced by his finger. With one finger in her ass and the other in her cunt, he worked and massaged the membrane separating them.
Then he popped the finger out of her ass and pushed his tongue in again, this time with a second finger in her cunt, rhythmically fucking her cunthole.
She heaved a deep groan, shattered by the sensations he was producing in her body. She could see him in the mirror. His cock was fully erect, rising from its hairy root, the swollen purplish cockhead free of the foreskin and dripping fluid.
His warm tongue continued to ease in and out of the clutching tube of her asshole.
He finally removed his tongue and shifted the position of her ass. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and directed the smooth cockhead to her puckered assring.
She groaned once more, and in a moment, he was tunneling into her. Centering his weight on his hips, he pushed vigorously forward.
"Oh, yes, fuck my ass!" she cried.
Holding her asscheeks wide apart, he pulled back and pushed in again, groaning with delight as his prick shaft slid into the hot gripping tunnel. The elastic ring of her asshole was stretched to its fullest to accommodate his cock. Her hips twisted, and mewling sounds came from her throat. Clutching her hips, he began to piston smoothly in and out, his glittering eyes fixed on the sucking grommet.
Gloria rolled up her eyes as he plowed a white hot furrow into the depths of her ass. She gripped him tightly with her sphincter muscles, pulling at him to get everything he had. At the end of each stroke, she could feel his crotch hair scratching the still-tender cheeks, his dangling balls slapping against her cuntlips.
She loved all of it. She loved having the whole length of his cock plunging into her clutching shitter.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
She vented a deep moan of lust and pleasure. "Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep fucking me!"
Moving his hands under her body, he took hold of her hanging tits and pinched and tugged the long juicy nipples.
"You love it, don't you?"
Yes, I love it! she thought. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, she'd asked the boy she was dating to do it to her. The first time had blown her mind. Getting fucked in the ass by a man who knew how never failed to carry her over the top.
Philip Norton obviously knew how.
The grip of his hands on her tits was marvelous. She was sweating and grunting like an animal – and that was marvelous, too. Fucking, after all, was never meant to be civilized.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "I'm going to come soon! Don't stop!"
She moved a hand to her cunt, her fingers pulling and squeezing the lips, and then pushing inside the juice-filled hole. She could feel his thrusting cock on the other side of the wall separating the two channels.
"You've got a tight hot ass!"
She groaned. She loved it when a man talked to her like that. She visualized how stretched her ass-hole must look as it sucked on his cock. She felt his hairy muscular thighs scratching her skin. She felt his hard belly slap and rub the spread cheeks of her ass. She felt his hairy balls bouncing against the dropping swollen lips of her cunt. His cock danced and twisted inside the hot tube of her shitter. All the stupid trivialities of life vanished – nothing mattered any more except the deep probing of her body by a meaty cock.
"Oh, shit!" she cried. "Oh, Christ, you're big! Give it to me! Fuck me hard!"
She gasped and whined. She could feel the blood pounding in her head.
Suddenly he groaned and heaved and drove his cock into her ass as deeply as possible. When he started shooting his load, she could feel each spurt of jism as it gushed out of his pulsing cock.
"Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! I'm commmiiiing!"
He drilled and probed and pumped, shooting his hot cream into the waiting hole. At the end of it, squealing and sobbing, her eyes bulging and her tongue hanging loose, she fell over on the bed, completely exhausted.