He drove back to the hotel carefully, thinking as hard as he could. He knew why he was going to the hotel and he had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen when he got there. He knew that he was going to be unfaithful to his wife and he wondered about it, about how he would feel, if he would want to tell her or what he would say if she found out.
More real and more to be feared was what Leo would do if he found out. He would surely cancel any insurance he had and he might do a lot more. In fact, it was very easy to believe that the hulking figure of Leo McKern might conceivably want to do a great deal more. Bob was no slouch and he was in good condition and had several years on Leo yet he didn't relish the idea of taking him on, particularly if Leo was mad.
He drove into the parking lot of the hotel realizing he was playing with fire, that everything he had gained that night could be lost, that he could find himself defending his life and he was afraid and excited.
That was it! An energy, like electricity coursed through him and he felt himself vitally alive, more alive than he had felt in years! He walked with a swagger and grinned, realizing how alive and real he felt. He went into the elevator and stepped out and strode down the hall and rang the bell of her suite and knew he was feeling so full of zing and real power because he was being honest. When thinking of Mona, when conjuring up an image of Mrs. Leo McKern, he could only think of one thing: fuck the woman was an animal and moved like one.
He stood trying to control his breath, feeling the new power surge through him and make him think crystal clear: all the time Leo was present, he never seemed to notice his wife flirting. Once he made light of it. If he were going to be honest about himself, he had to be honest about Leo. Leo was purposely ignoring his wife and purposely left the room, leaving the two of them and had, possibly, purposely left town. Somewhere, somehow, things didn't add up. It was all too simple and too easy. The door opened and all thoughts left his mind as he took in Mona standing grinning at him. The light was low behind her, the shades drawn and only a tiny light on and music playing low and cool from a bedside radio and Bob could see in the semi-darkness that she had taken her shoes and stockings off and was standing barefoot and bare-legged, probably entirely bare, nude, naked, under her vivid red miniskirt. She leaned against the door jam, her body soft and pliant, a drink in one end, grinning up at him with dazzling white teeth. "What took you so long?"
"No matter," he said, trying to act cool. "I'm here now. Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked in an intimate voice.
She turned and walked from the door, her back to him and her buttocks wiggling and shaking like jello and he knew she didn't have any underwear on by the way her hips and thighs moved and the low back lighting which silhouetted her torso and showed her two thighs rounding into her undulating buttocks as she walked into the room and turned with a broad gesture. "Come on in and mix yourself a drink and have an orgy."
Bob stepped into room 506 and closed the door. Next door, in room 507, Leo McKern lit a cigar and adjusted the ear mikes he was wearing as he switched on the tape recorder. He shook his head and grunted, sorry that he couldn't see what was going to happen. He chuckled to himself, thinking that Hunnicutt was going to get the fucking of his life. He turned the sound level up as he heard the door close next door and Bob Hunnicutt clear his throat.
Leo grinned, thinking of how smoothly it was all going and what a sense of thrill of being alive and real – the same feeling Bob was now sensing next door, that sexual feeling of freedom and danger the whole situation was giving him. Sometimes he thought that the manipulation of lives was actually as much fun as the actual seduction of his victim. Sometimes, it seemed more exciting than the real thing and many an hour Leo entertained himself with ideas of how to humiliate and degrade his wife Mona and yes, other women, all for his own amusement!
His equipment was self-installed and a very simple thing to do now in the age of miniaturization. It was only a question of having the money to afford the best equipment and he could hear as if he, Leo, were in the room. He leaned back in his chair, the tape recorder going, closing his eyes and puffing on his cigar and wishing he were in the room with the two of them, knowing confidently that that day might not be too far away when he would be in a room with more than just the two of them.
Mona knew exactly what she was doing. She went to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs and leaning back, her glass in her hands, a mischievous smile on her face, her pretty face rounded with black hair that was curled into little gypsy rings. Her eyes always gave her away; they had that drowsy lusty look. Bob found that now, when alone, he couldn't look at her in any other way: he wanted her. He wanted her naked and wanted to crush that wanton body beneath his and fuck her until her expression, changed from smoldering lust to a screaming begging orgasm!
It was in her glance, her movement, her pores! He wanted to instinctively fuck her until he dominated her.
She was a challenge to his manhood as she sprawled, indecent on the couch and drank from her glass and made a face, thrusting out her wet lower lip in a pout as she held it out and said, "All gone."
"Let me fix you another one," he said, leaning over her and looking down her cleavage, at her great globular breasts that were so white and firm and moved with an athletic kind of suppleness all of their own as he saw the nipples pressed erectly out against her dress.
The hem of her dress was pulled up as she seemed to restlessly move her legs and pelvis as if always searching for a more comfortable position. They writhed in a lazy way, her thighs did, moving as Bob watched them out of the corner of his eye and felt his prick growing thick and hard under his pants. He took the drink from her and turned quickly away in the semi-darkness, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge in his groin.
His uncomfortable erection didn't escape the eyes of Mona who let her gaze rove lewdly over his body. "Mrnmmmm," she said, "I like my men well built."
His cock grew painfully in his pants as he made the drinks, pouring himself an extra strong Scotch. He took his time adding ice and water. Mona talked to him with his back turned. "You like me, don't you?"
"Yeah," he answered, never looking around, the sound of the ice clinking in the glasses.
"You like my body?" She asked the question in a whisper he heard above the music and he could hear her body moving behind him, he could hear material – clothing – be rusted and adjusted. "You like my body?" her voice insisted.
"Yeah."
"Then look!"
The suppressed excitement in her voice made him turn slowly, a drink in either hand. What he saw almost made him drop his drinks and pitch headfirst onto the couch.
Dark, raven hair Mona with a flashing smile was lying on the couch, lying on her back. Her feet were close together but she had spread her lovely knees as wide apart as the couch would allow and she had pulled her red miniskirt up around her thin waist.
She lay there, smiling, naked from the waist down. There, framed by her firmly rounded thighs were the soft smooth cheeks of her buttocks and above it her pubic hair, so soft and dark, lewdly curling up toward him and framing the small thin lips of her cunt teasingly to his eyes.
And, as he stared, it opened slightly and throbbed in unhidden excitement. The light in the room was low yet he could see the desire glisten and shine between her thighs as the moistness gathered. He almost moaned aloud as he looked at her lying in front of him, lewdly grinding her pelvis up and slowly, teasingly, rotating her cunt around.
Below her cunt, below the pubic hair, he saw the tight shadowed crevice where her buttocks met and he saw the flesh tense and bunch as she undulated her hips up and down. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth open in a lewd smile as she watched the expression on his face. "You like?" she asked in a low whisper.
Bob couldn't say a word, all he could do was nod as he looked down and saw the swelling lips of her cunt made pliable by her slow gyrations. His cock leapt to wild life in his pants with an aching hardness and his hands trembled as he looked around for a place to set the drinks down.
With a little laugh, she raised her hips clear of the couch and pulled her skirt down, swing big to her feet and looking at him with her hungrily gleaming eyes. "Doesn't your wife greet you like that every night?" she asked, a teasing quality in her voice, "I thought all wives did that," she taunted.
Bob set the drinks down on the bar and turned to her and she came and stood close, crowding him against the bar and brushing one of her bare legs up between his stiff legs. Her voice was like velvet as she whispered, "I wanted to ball you ever since I saw you."
He breathed heavily through his nostrils. "Me too."
Teasingly, she loosened his tie and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Does she undress you?"
"Who?" he asked, puzzled.
"Your wife, does she undress you?"
"Huh? No. She…" he never finished the thought, seizing Mona in his arms and crushing her body against his and he felt her body responding as she ground her supple hips into his groin, her loins finding his prick stiff up against his stomach under his clothing and writhing back and forth against it in a provocative way.
In a few seconds he was like a wild man, thrusting her away and tearing at his clothes. She crouched and made a low animal noise as she began unbuttoning the front of her dress, exposing her naked and shaking breasts as her face was wildly alive and her eyes glittered with sexual excitement.
In no time at all she was unbuttoning all of her dress and it hung open for one delicious moment and he saw her breasts, firm and free, with the nipples hardened like bullets and her stomach was smooth and flat and her breasts jutted out as she let the dress fall over her pale white shoulders. Bob stood still as he watched the dress slip soundlessly to the floor, watched it slide down her back, slowly at first then falling with a silent rush and she stood naked before him, her body magnificent and naked and wild. He could see the muscles rippling and tensing in her long thighs.
He tore his underwear off with a guttural cry and stood with his penis protruding awkwardly out and upward, wavering as if blindly trying to find her cunt. He didn't care and he lunged for her but she was too quick, leaping back and to the side as she laughed and said, "No, not here! In the bedroom!" And she turned her back and fled from the room and he watched her tight buttocks lift and fall as she disappeared quickly into the bedroom.
In the room next door, Leo puffed on his cigar and flicked a switch, making live the miniature mike hidden in the bedroom and settled back in his chair, sipping his drink as he thought about how well it was all going. The only problem now was getting it all down on tape.
Standing boldly by the bed, her breasts like heavy ripe muskmelons, her pubic hair standing out even darker in the semi-darkness, her legs long and curved and lively, she called back, "Bring the drinks."
He had to retrace his steps to get them and brought them into the room to see her lying on the bed, the ripe ruby nipples of her breasts staring up at him wetly as he stood over her. She had moistened them with saliva from her tongue so that their pink bud-like tips throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them.
"God, you're beautiful naked," he stuttered, staring down at her body sprawled so lewdly, utterly naked, with the drinks in his hands. He could see that her eyes had dilated a little from the excitement also. It was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees by the bed and locking his lips and hot mouth on her bare flesh at that very moment, but he held himself back. He sensed that she needed more than that. He wasn't all that experienced but he knew that there was more to making love. She obviously knew what making love was all about and wasn't the kind of woman one just jumped on top of and rammed it home and got your rocks off without preparing her well for it. The eventual reward would be worth the torture of waiting.
"You're not bad yourself," she smiled up at him with a smoky look in her eyes, reaching for the drink he offered. She looked right at his erect penis as she said, "In fact, you're quite a handsome young man."
"I'm not all that young," he answered, swaggering, "I'm almost as old as you."
"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean?" She sipped at her drink after asking the question matter of factly, as though she were asking the time of day or what the weather was like when he came in.
"Enough," he said smugly, lying in his teeth as he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips and jerked away when he felt the burning wet tip of her tongue brush against his lips. She pushed him away for a moment.
"Put my drink on the table, darllng. I'll spill it."
He took both the drinks and set them on the floor quickly and then leaned over her again, pressing his lips tightly against hers and feeling her tongue shoot into his mouth wet, hot, and probing. She reached up, curling her arms around his neck and pulled him down on her.
One of his muscular legs fell tightly between her open thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft and pliable and her whole body seemed glued info his as though it belonged there. Her body seemed to move in sections almost independent of one another so her hips could move like they were on steel springs while her breasts remained crushed against his chest. She moved her thigh cunningly up against his cock as he ground his lips into hers and her tongue darted and retreated and he felt his prick swell to a painful hardness. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the swelling, hardening tip. She continued to massage his prick with a practiced ease, moving her hips until he thought the head would explode. His cock was jerking now as if he would cum at the slightest extra pressure and he could feel it building with a mighty swelling effect deep in his testicles.
He trust his tongue deep in her mouth and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips that sent chills running up and down the length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the tingling sensation and marshall his forces so that he wouldn't corn just yet.
Above all, he didn't want to come for a long while! He rested his cheek against hers and guiltily thought of Carol. No, smart as she was, she would never imagine him stretched naked over her boss's wife. Hell, that was her trouble, she never thought of anything sexual.
"Is your wife good in bed?" Mona suddenly asked, startling him. It was as though she was reading his thoughts.
"She's too inexperienced," he answered with a candor that shocked him. It was like saying she made the soup too bland. Good Lord, he thought with a wry grin, rye changed in the last few hours! It's the truth, Carol is stiff and inexperienced.
In the next room, Leo slapped his thigh and drank from his Scotch when he heard the news. He like them inexperienced.
"I'll teach you some things you can take home to her," Mona promised softly, breathing heavily into his ear.
She began to quiver beneath him with her thighs moving against his loins.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she breathed, her voice deeper this time.
"Yes, God, yes, I want to," he answered hoarsely, the lewd words coming from his mouth exciting him all the more.
"Then tell me!"
"I want to fuck you."
"How?" she moaned underneath him, her mouth open, her eyes almost closed.
"Deep, I want to fuck you deep and hard and I want to fuck the life out of you like you've never been kicked before!"
"Oh God," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body.
Her hand was groping wildly and it found the thick blood-filled head and she squeezed, it as her voice moaned, "I like it. It's going to feel good going inside of me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to screw me with it!"
He lay with all his weight on her, moving one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them as she writhed and leaned, allowing him to do so. They were firm and beautifully shaped and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft under him and she raised her face to his, locking her hot mouth tightly to him as her hand squeezed the steel-encased hardness of his prick. He pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly back. Her odor was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize but reminded him of gyrating belly dancers and exotic drinks. Her lips were soft, pliable, and pulpy in just the right way, giving before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny chills all over his naked body.
Next door, Leo found himself listening close to the sounds of heavy breathing, the lewd murmurs, and the rustling of the sheets. He strained to hear whispering. Damn, he thought, after all these years he still felt twinges of jealousy. After all these years he found himself listening too intently and feeling just a little jealous as he tried to imagine just what was going on in the next room and, knowing Mona, he found it only too easy to imagine what was going on. In case he didn't imagine it, she would fill him in, detail by detail, later on.
He grinned to himself, rubbing his chin ruefully. Did she have to put so much of herself in it? Did she have to enjoy it so God damned much? He sighed, setting the volume control and settled back, adjusting his swelling penis in his pants. It was part of Mona's fascination, part of what made him so hot over her, his knowledge that she really enjoyed screwing. She loved to fuck and tell him about her lovers. He could feel perspiration stand out of his forehead as he felt the excitement he always felt whenever he though of or actually saw another man fuck his wife. Nothing made him hotter and for a wild moment he actually tried to think of a way he could get in the room and watch his wife fuck another man for all she was worth.
He took a healthy belt of Scotch and thought of later and what he would do to her once this insurance salesman gets his jollies.
Mona crushed. Bob tight to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his muscular back, exploring the secret hollows of him with her fingers coming to his tensed, like iron, buttocks and they feathered down the deep tight crack of them and a shudder ran through Bob. He felt his penis jerk and tremble where it was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment levering them both up off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, she used her fingers to pull her thin, moist vaginal lips apart ever so slowly, giving his penis greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh which wrapped hallway around it as it lay the full length of the warmly throbbing slit. She relaxed, exhaling, as she dropped back on the bed, his hardened young rod trapped tightly between her sensuous yet strong thighs.
He forced his hands flat between her shoulders and the sheets and ran them down the soft slendering curves of her back to where they fanned out to the hips. He could feel the raised surface of her spine move almost imperceptivity as she undulated her body up against him in a teasing rhythm that pulled hungrily at the tight sheath of his cock and excite him all the more. The sinews of her muscles rippled slowly under him indicating a life and intelligence all of their own: they would know what to do in order to please him. The tenseness of her thighs gripping his prick in place pressed against the outside of his hips and he wondered how they would feel later when she had them spread wide.
"Oh God, you feel so nice, so big and good!" she whispered, smashing her lips against him again and writhing the sensuous flatness of her belly up against him. Her eyes half closed and unfocussed, shining with a lewd light, her mouth open, her lips flaccid and begging, her nails trailed down his back, leaving small red welts in their Patti.
He pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the firm foam-rubber fullness, of her ass-cheeks in both his hands and he pulled her, open crotch up to his groin so tightly it hurt. He moved up and down with a diabolical slowness, insinuating the hardness of his dock up and down the widespread split, sensing it growing wetter and wetter with each passing second. He felt his skin-tight sheath growing lubricated and slippery and it slid back and forth and only served to increase his hammering, demanding excitement. Real beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he fought to control himself. Any moment now she would give.
Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins, struggling in his firm hands, until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body and her calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him in tighter to her with a relentless and lewd strength. "Oooooooooohhhhhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes shut tight, her pelvis grinding.
He started to move but she beat him to it, moving with the cunning of some jungle eat, her hands coming down and circling around the throbbing head of his cock and guiding it between the open lips of her hot, desire-moistened cunt. He groaned above her as he felt her move the thick head up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled head that felt like it was going to burst. She grazed his head teasingly against the fluted edges of her lubricated cunt until he felt it swell even more and he thought he would cum, spewing white hot sperm all over her stomach.
He couldn't hold back another second and fucked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust like a rutting stallion and drove his cock with a flesh-splitting plop into the gaping hot mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooooohhhh," she moaned beneath him as she felt the warm elastic sheath slip wetly forward over his sensitive naked flesh. It had entered with a slight wet pop, as if she were a virgin being taken for the first time only this was easier and infinitely better because she was controlling her vaginal muscles and could do so every time. He knew he was going to fuck her again and again. His long prick raced up her cunt to the full depths of her belly where the blood-filled head of his cock burst out in lewd bloom and he felt her warm and tight and he ached the full length of his rigid member as he pumped heavily in and out. It became easier almost immediately as the wetness of the passage surrounding him, lubricated all the way.
Suddenly he grunted heavily as he sunk in up to the hilt, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass.
Mona screamed a low, animal-like sound beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the momentary, unexpected pain as she took the full thrust of his manhood, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter between her thighs as he bent his legs outward so that there was no escape for her. She was skewered good, caught, pinned, and he lay for a moment secretly gloating, allowing the pain to subside, proud that he could hurt her in this way. He had gained the upper hand and he knew it because he could hurt her and she couldn't hurt him back in the same way. He felt a wild elation and wondered if crazy Leo McKern realized what he did when he urged him to tell the truth. He felt like a ruthless bastard and liked the feeling. He felt there wasn't a thing he couldn't do in life if he put his mind to it. He reveled for a minute in the new-found power he possessed over another man's wife and made quick wild plans for the future as he fucked the head of his burgeoning cock again deep in her cunt, bringing another low moan from between her tightly gritting teeth.
He ground his pelvis into the hot squirming flesh that was so flaccid beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting the two of them off the squeaking mattress a few inches from the wild strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned and writhed ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs and thighs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as Time itself. Her head flailed from side to side, whipping her hair back and forth as she abandoned herself to the domination of the rhythm. Her mouth fell open and was slack.
"Ooooohhhhh God! It's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass? Hurt me! Make me scream, damn it, make me scream!" she coughed up in his face, her eyes dazed.
A wild sense came over him, a primeval urge and he grinned like a triumphant wolf as he reached under her between her two desperately straining buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide with his fingers, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus, thinking a thought that sent a lewd thrill piling on top of all the other thrills: I've never done this before!
Suddenly, he found it.
A small vicious rivulet of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his rock-hard rod of flesh sawing in and out of her. The rivulet moistened the tight puckered little hole, lubricating it, slightly and he pushed and probed experimentally, for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, gritting his teeth and felt it give a little. Then, suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint. He felt the soft spongy flesh close tight around the finger like a rubber thimble and she jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first unexpected pain.
"Aaaaaahhhhhggggg! God, it hurts!"
The lupine grin grew wider on his face as he thrust again, sinking his middle finger in to the second knuckle.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh! Yesssss!" she hissed, her face a mask of rapture and pain, "Yesssss! Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me," she blurted as one word, "Hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain she must be feeling, he felt her suddenly begin voluntarily screwing her buttocks back on his finger. She inched her way forward with lewd sensuous movements until the finger was sunk up to the palm of his hand. He jiggled and bent it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. With his finger he could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages. He could feel the underside of his own cock sliding in and out of her and he began to sadistically skewer her between them, maintaining the same, rhythm for both as she groaned and moaned underneath him. His nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her and she jerked, lost the rhythm, paused, then caught it again as she opened her legs wide out over the bed in order to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
He could feel his prick growing and swelling to the aching point until it felt it had expanded to the point of bursting, literally exploding from the exquisite pleasure building heavily in his testicles as they slapped lewdly against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be too long he hoped, knowing he could hold it back. She had to cum pretty soon. His lips pressed together, he began ramming it home with long hard strokes in time with his sawing finger skewering into her asshole to excite her all the more.
He could tell she was nearing cumming as she gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard thrusts into her. She was making noises in her throat beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.
"Oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck it, fuck it harder and harder and harder!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind, one after the other, and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight and obscene, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts, and offering him the full opening of her up thrust crotch that rolled and undulated in time to his thrusts. Her eyes began to roll uncontrollably in her head and her face was contorted and straining, fighting for the final explosion that was so near.
"I'm cumming!" she gasped suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming!" she gasped again as though convincing herself. She mumbled on incoherently as she panted and pulled back on her legs, her voice coming clear as she gasped, amazed, sure it was going to happen. "I'm cumming!!"
Next door, Leo McKern was fuming in his chair, his own prick erect and that horny feeling deep in his testicles. He would give anything to run in that room and join the two of them right there on the bed, ramming his own prick home in his wife's ass.
No, he told himself with a grim grin. That comes later. Play the cards one at a time and just wait. Patience, patience and it would soon be his turn. He closed his eyes, the sound of his wile's obscenities and ecstasies in his ear and he imagined the first time he saw Carol Hunnicutt walking across the parking lot in her costume with a tray of food. She was wearing the low cut orange blouse and he saw again how her breasts jiggled as she went by wearing those high heeled white boots and those tiny hot pants. Leo had paid a small fortune for the design of that costume but it paid off in business and he saw Carol walking away from him again and he noticed how her buttocks fought their way free as the hot pants rode up in the back and he saw the undulating cheek of each buttock and he made up his mind that he was going to fuck her.
Thinking of her bare buttocks now made his knuckles whiten and his resolve grow hard as he listened over the earphones to the excitement in the next room.
A low moan that worked its way up to a banshee-style scream suddenly formed on her lips and then pierced through the air, keening, above the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together.
Mona's nostrils flared wide as she screwed herself up on his thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly. "AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhaaaa!"
She held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a fist, her body collapsing limply down into the mattress as a wanton and slack smile slid across her face. She lay still except for the uncontrollable jerking and quivering ox her cunt still locked tightly around his tortured prick. He pushed deep into her and then lay quiet, instinctively allowing her to rest and enjoy the dregs of her cum.
It was all he could do to keep from continuing fucking into her. Never, ever in his he had he seen anything like Mona McKern. Nor had he ever dreamt that he would feel anything like her he throbbed the muscles of his cock deep in her belly, hoping to bring her to life again.
"That was nice," she mumbled, her hand grazing his cheek, "I haven't had a ride like that in a long-long time."
"You're not finished yet," Bob gasped down at her, the agony in his balls making him say it.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured approvingly his ear, "You held back a long time."
"But I can't hold out much more."
"Roll over," she smiled sweetly up at him, her hand still on his cheek, "Mama's going to give you a special reward for being so patient and nice."
He pulled back sliding his painfully throbbing cock wetly out of the soft, orgasm flooded warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull it out knowing he was so near to shooting it off in her belly and every fiber in him wanted to go on but he didn't. He pulled it out with a maniacal kind of groan because he could only guess and hope at what she might do. He had never done anything with Carol but get on top of her and after a few quick strokes shoot off his load and that was it. She didn't like to play and he always had the impression that she only tolerated his love making and didn't really enjoy it.
He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He lay tense with his rigidity pointing straight up, wondering what she was going to do. "Here, my darling," she whispered, bunching a pillow behind his neck so that he looked down at his own erection glistening wetly in the lamplight.
She lay beside him again and turned on her side, reaching out with her hand and beginning to stroke his penis back and forth, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused his aching prick to swell beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a few scant inches from his throbbing cock. She held the head, glistening wetly from her vaginal juices, tight between her hands, stroking it back and forth 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.
He groaned aloud through half open eyes as he saw her head lower toward his hardness and suddenly her tongue flicked out and downward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He gasped sucking in his breath with a hissing sound from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along his spine, making him throw his shoulders back and arch his spine.
He groaned again as she brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the overly sensitive head in a moist warm pressure that was like a wet velvet. Her lips tightened like an elastic band just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" he groaned as he stared at her penis contorted face. The sight of his shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her lightly ovaled lips increased the feeling a thousand-fold over. It was still wet from her orgasmic secretions and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had yet to take between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently 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, her tight ups sliding along. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of each withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He tensed his buttocks as he watched the top of her head bobbing up and down over his prick. The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him.
Leo McKern's wife could feel the young man's throbbing reaction and began to suck his prick a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the tense surface of the skin. She shifted her position from over his thigh without unlocking her mouth from his cock and kneeled on all fours between his legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the growing gland furiously until he felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all the rigid shaft deep into her throat.
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see thin rivulets of sweat rolling in tiny droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked and sucked over him like a demon gone berserk. The muscles in his stomach lightened until he thought he would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed pushing even further between the moistness of her lips. He saw thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth as she greedily clung to his thrusting cock.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherently as he muttered from between tightly clenched teeth. Suddenly he gasped. The moment was here and now and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest, as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad engulfing, enlarging dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing in hot thick streams into her avidly sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm heavily up into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly and wildly in her hair, holding her head and mouth in place as he pushed his squirting prick all the way down her throat. She coughed spasmodically as she swallowed desperately to regain her breath. He moaned for a long time then groaned and grunted in complete fulfillment. Slowly his cock deflated between her tightly locked lips but she continued the gentle sucking motion, drawing every last drop of the warm sticky sperm from his battered cock.
He relaxed, his hands untangling from her hair and patting her head softly. He let his head fall back and his eyes close as he felt his entire body tingling and he knew he had never before felt an orgasm like that one. More than anything else in the world, more than his job and, yes, more than his marriage, he wanted more orgasms like that.
"Baby," he whispered up to the ceiling, "We've got to have more meetings like this."
"Honey," Mona panted, "We will."
In the next room Leo McKern snorted and nodded and leaned forward to turn the tape off.