At the moment Amy was enjoying a hard hot cock deep in her ass, her husband, Walter, had his face buried between the meaty thighs of his boss' wife.
Her name was Helen Grant. She had dark hair and dark eyes, and she reminded Walter of his sister, Gloria. That was one reason for what he was doing. He'd always had a secret hunger to fuck his sister, and Helen Grant's resemblance to Gloria turned him on. The other reason was that his job wasn't that secure, and when Helen had invited him to visit her at home while her husband was out of town, he saw no way he could refuse.
Helen was a big woman with what looked like a big, fleshy body. But so far, Walter hadn't seen anything of it except her cunt – and now his face was pressed too far into her pussy to even see that.
They were both still dressed. He had no idea where Helen's panties were; maybe she never wore any. She had on nylons and a garterbelt, and he could feel the warm bare skin of her thighs pressing his cheeks.
"Slow down," she said. "I like it when it lasts. You'll wear your tongue out if you keep that up."
She had a fat juicy cunt with long meaty cuntlips and a large clit. She was also very hairy. His sister had once intimated to him that she was hairy between her legs, and that made Helen's thick dark bush even more exciting.
Helen was sitting in an easy-chair with her legs draped over the arms, and the chair creaked as she squirmed her crotch against his face.
"A little more pressure," she said. "But keep it slow… don't be impatient."
Walter was anxious to please. He pressed his face into the hairy mound and breathed deeply, savoring the aroma of sweat, perfume, piss, and cuntjuice. She was dripping wet, and more and more juice seemed to keep coming in an endless flow.
He'd never been too keen on eating cunt, particularly with women he hardly knew, but Helen could easily get him fired, so he decided he had no choice.
He kept rubbing his face in the thick patch of hair, his tongue continually moving and probing, his nose pushing between her cuntlips to find the red bean of her clit. He burrowed and probed like an animal trying to find shelter, then he opened his mouth and sucked in tufts of cunthair, chewing and tugging after he had a mouthful. There were moments when he felt as if his whole head were covered by her cunt. He threw himself into his work with total and complete abandon.
Helen's cunthair was soon matted down with his saliva, her bush sticky and wet. When he stiffened his tongue and raked it up and down her wide-open cunt, Helen screamed.
"That's it!" she said. "That's how I like it! Lap it up, honey! But do my clit… don't forget my clit!"
He moved his mouth to her clit and closed his lips over it. He held it a moment, sucking and squeezing, then rolled his tongue over it. He could feel her clit quiver and throb as he worked on it. He sucked and nibbled it as if it were a juicy nipple.
After massaging her clit with his nose and mouth, he returned his tongue to her drooping cuntlips and to her wide-open cunthole, brimming with cuntjuice. When he sucked out her juice with a noisy, slurping sound, Helen giggled and patted his head.
"Lovely!" she said. "That's lovely!"
Then she pulled her legs back and raised her pelvis. Walter knew what she wanted. He hesitated only a moment, and then moved his tongue below her cunt, searching out the puckered ring of her asshole. Helen vented a low moan, and he knew he was on the right track. He flicked his tongue up and down and around the tight ring, then he went back to wetting down the entire crack of her ass. He lapped her with the flat of his tongue from asshole to cunt and back again. Helen moved her hands down along her thighs, grabbed her asscheeks, and pulled them open for him.
"Do it!" she commanded. "Don't be bashful!"
Compelled now to finish what he'd started, Walter put his tongue on her asshole again. This time he pushed, and suddenly his tongue was squirming inside the ring muscle.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Helen screamed. "I love that!"
He probed in and out, tongue-fucking her with a firm rhythm. She began moaning and heaving her fat ass, and then she locked her legs around his head and shuddered through an orgasm.
"Oh, shit!" she cried. "Oh, shit, that's good! Oh, God! Oooohhh! Oh! Oh, yes!"
When it was over, she pushed him away, and he found himself sitting on the floor.
"Delicious!" she said. "I haven't had a man do that to me in years and years!"
She slipped a hand down to her cunt and massaged herself to squeeze out the last remnants of her climax. Then, putting her legs down, she covered her knees with her dress and looked at him with half-lidded eyes. She watched him wipe his face with the back of his hand, and she smiled.
He looked subdued; she liked the power she had over him. She liked being the wife of his boss. She liked being able to get what she wanted. When their eyes met, she looked at him with arrogance.
"Did you like doing that?"
Walter shrugged. "Do we have to talk about it?"
"Why not? I know you've done that before. I can tell, honey. I can always tell."
"I've never done that much."
She laughed. "Then there's always a first time, isn't there? Did it do anything for you? My husband won't do anything like that… he thinks it's nasty. He doesn't mind having my tongue up his ass, but his own tongue is too precious. Well, this is the way I get even, isn't it? It all evens out in the end, if you'll pardon the pun. Why don't you take off your pants and get comfortable?"
Walter recognized her words as more of a command than a question. Rising to his feet, he slipped off his pants and draped them over a chair. When Helen saw his boxer shorts, she laughed.
"I figured you for jockey shorts," she said. "But I guess I was wrong. Anyway, take them off. There's no sense hiding anything now, is there? In fact, take everything off. Your body's not bad for a man your age. You must get lots of exercise."
"I work out in a gym, sometimes," he said. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and piled them on top of his pants.
His cock was drooping, and he wasn't too happy about it.
"Bring it over here," she said.
He stood between her knees with his cock dangling only inches from her face.
"I bet you never thought you'd ever be doing anything like this," she said.
"No."
She laughed. "But I did. I liked you the first time I saw you, when you first came to work for my husband. I knew that sooner or later you'd be over here bare-assed. I usually get what I want. You're cute and I like cute men, so I got you. You didn't mind sucking me, did you?"
"Jesus!"
"Tell me you liked it."
"I liked it."
"Good," she said. She sat back and gazed at his limp cock. "You're not hard," she said. "Play with it."
"What?"
"Put your hand on your cock and play with it, honey. Make yourself hard. I'd like to suck you, but I don't like to suck a soft cock. Play with it and show me a nice big hard-on."
"Christ, you're something!" he said. He took hold of his cock and began jerking off in front of her nose. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him.
"That's the way," she said. "I love to watch a man do that. It's so sexy!"
His fist closed around the shaft of his cock, and he pumped himself up to a full erection.
Helen kept her eyes fixed on the swollen plum of his cockhead. She finally pulled his hand away and ran her fingers up and down the shaft, tracing the veins with her fingertips and running her thumb over the slit to spread his juice.
"It's a good-looking cock," she said. "I love sucking good-looking cocks."
She moved her head forward and opened her mouth. He felt the warmth of her tongue as it rolled over the tight skin of his cockhead. Closing her eyes, she sucked in his knob.
Walter grunted when she took him in deep. He knew he'd never forget this crazy afternoon with his boss' wife. She had one hand on his balls now, the other hand squeezing the muscles of his ass.
Helen's wet lips slid loosely up and down his cockshaft. She jiggled his balls, probed them with her fingers and rolled them around in her hand. Then she suddenly pulled her mouth away and sat back.
"Finish it," she said.
"What the hell does that, mean?"
"Jerk off," she said. "I'd like to watch you come."
"Jesus Christ! Let's fuck!"
Her eyes became hard. "Jerk off, honey. I'll let you fuck me later… if I feel like it, that is. Right now, I'd like to watch you shoot your load. You don't mind, do you? Stand a little to the side so you don't get any on my dress."
With an inward curse at his own stupidity for being there in the first place, he began pumping his cock. He was already rock-hard, and it wasn't long before he started felling the first signs of a come.
Just before he began coming, Helen reached out to tickle his balls with her fingernails. The added stimulation quickly pushed him over the top, and his cockhead began spurting out long jets of white-hot jism.
Helen hissed and crooned as he gushed out his cum. Towards the end, she squeezed his balls until he winced. The craziest thing of all was that she seemed not to care about having his load splattered all over the shag carpet. When he mentioned it, she pinched his cock and giggled.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "The rug's due for a shampoo. How about sucking me some more?"
Once again she pulled back her dress and draped her legs over the arms of the chair. This time, he took a good look at her hairy crotch. He could see the juice oozing from her cunt and down to her ass.
"Come on!" she urged. "Eat me! Get your face in it and suck!"
He got down on his knees and slowly pulled open her fat cuntlips. He looked at the glistening pink flesh in the gulch of her cunt. He realized that she was using him, that she hardly gave a damn about his pleasure, but for some crazy reason he liked it. Anyway, there was nothing he could do about it one way or the other.
He remembered certain men at the plant where he worked who had suddenly been fired for no reason at all. He now realize they'd probably crossed Helen Grant. There were other guys who'd been promoted over his head. If sucking Helen Grant's pussy was a way to move up, it was certainly better than some other ways!
Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to the dripping gash, sinking his tongue into the wetness, pushing his nose between her cuntlips. He tasted her juices and began sucking them out of her, slurping and slobbering, deliberately making a lot of noise.
Her stiff swollen clit protruded at the top of her slit. He ran his tongue over it and was rewarded with a moan of approval.
"Eat me!" she cried. "Suck me out!"
Taking her throbbing clit in his mouth, he pushed her up to the edge. She squirmed her cunt on his face, her cuntjuice smearing his nose and cheeks. He ran his tongue from her cunt to her asshole, until she suddenly stiffened and gasped and climaxed.
I'll strangle her if she wants me to do it again, he thought. He sat back to watch the writhing of her body. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked at him and smiled.
"You're good at it," she said. "Most men are lousy at sucking pussy." She squirmed luxuriously in the chair and lowered her legs. "You can take off my clothes now."
Happy that at last he'd be getting a look at her body, he slipped off her shoes, unsnapped her garters and rolled down her stockings. She rose and helped him pull the dress off over her head. Then she turned, and he unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders.
She had full heavy tits and wide pink nipples. Her ass was large and meaty, the skin milky-white, the deep crack between the cheeks dark and inviting. She was a fleshy woman, and he was surprised how much this turned him on. The fact that she was the wife of his boss made it even more thrilling.
Holding up her tits like two melons, she pointed the large nipples at him.
"I think I'm your type," she said. "Do I look like your wife?"
"No," he said.
"Do I remind you of someone?"
"You look like my sister."
She laughed. "You're not the first man I know to have the hots for his sister. I bet you'd like to fuck her brains out."
"I wouldn't mind," he said.
"Well, maybe it'll happen, someday. In the meantime, you can fuck me."
She grabbed his cock and led him to a bedroom, where she knelt on the bed with her head down and her ass in the air.
"Do it from behind," she said. "I like it better that way."
He came up behind her and stared at her ass. He could see the brown ring of her asshole and, below that, the hanging lips of her cunt. He wondered if Gloria looked like that – Helen had hair growing around her asshole; it turned him on.
He took his hard throbbing cock, and pushed his cockhead between her cuntlips. He moved it until he found the socket, and then he showed it in with a long, smooth stroke.
Helen vented a soft moan of pleasure. "Oh, that's good!" she said. "Take your time, lover. I'll tell you when to give it to me hard."
He began fucking her with long strokes and a slow rhythm. He gazed down at her asshole again.
Wetting his thumb with her cuntjuice on the shaft of his cock, he moved it up to the brown grommet of her shithole and squirmed it inside. The muscular ring immediately clamped down tightly on his finger.
"That's it!" she cried. "I love a finger in there! Later you can fuck my ass. I love that, too! Would you like that?"
"Sure," he said.
"Do you do it to your wife?"
"Sometimes," he said.
"I'll tell you a secret," she said. "She probably likes it there better than anywhere else. I've never met a woman who didn't. And if your sister's anything like me, she's probably crazy about it, too."
The idea of fucking his sister in the ass drove Walter wild. He began squirming his thumb, turning it, reaming Helen's asshole. She crooned her approval, pushing her ass back at his hand and cock.
"Now ram it!" she said. "Give it to me hard!" Reaching back under her belly, she grabbed his ball-sac and pulled at it.
He began pile-driving his cock, clutching the flesh of her hips with his hands, ramming his cock into her cunt.
"Good!" she grunted. "That's good! Uuugh! Uuuugghh!"
After a dozen hard strokes, Helen shuddering each time he slammed his belly against her ass, she stopped him.
"There's Vaseline on the night table," she said. "Use it on your cock and put some on my asshole."
He reached over without removing his cock from her cunt. He found the open jar of Vaseline, scooped out some with his fingers and greased up his cock. Then he dabbed her asshole, rubbing the Vaseline into her muscular shit-ring.
"Now, fuck my ass!" she hissed. "Put it in my asshole!"
He planted his cockhead directly on the rim of her asshole, and pushed. There was resistance for only a moment, and then her shithole flared open and it slipped in easily.
He could feel her muscles tightening and contracting on his cock as he pumped back and forth.
Helen reached under her belly to play with her cunt, pushing a finger into her cunthole and rubbing her clit with the heel of her palm.
"That's good!" she said. "Ream me out! Don't be afraid!"
He pumped in a frenzy in and out of the tight, rubbery grip. Soon the jism was rising in the base of his cock, and with a sudden roar, he slammed forward, bent over her back to grab her hanging tits, and emptied his load into her sucking ass.