Covering his wife's open gasping mouth with his parted lips, Ted could feel the little neighbor girl's tongue flicking naughtily against his. He could feel her deliciously wet slippery lips sucking his excited tongue into the warmth of her mouth.
With her thoughts completely centered around Tony's big thick honker, Jan was vaguely aware that she was racing toward a climax. Every thrust was bringing her closer and closer to the fulfillment she'd never experienced with her husband.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me!" she sobbed hysterically as she lurched and writhed under his pounding body.
Driving harder and deeper, Ted could feel his bunting cock slithering in and out of his neighbor's tight little pussy. He could vividly see the drops of cuntal juices glistening on her downy red pubic hairs as his slippery hard cock slid between her tight pink little cuntlips. The feel of the child's hot cuntal walls squeezing and sucking against his shaft was driving him crazy. He could feel his climax building up in his sperm-bloated balls.
The feel of her husband's thick semen gushing into her fuckhole triggered Jan into a wild, screaming, lurching orgasm that was so intense, it left her shaking and trembling long after the climax had subsided. It was the first time they had ever enjoyed a mutual orgasm, and both of them had been vicariously fucking someone else.
For the next few weeks, Jan tired to keep herself busy by redecorating their bedroom and den. As time passed, Jan was able to push the memory of that filthy afternoon from her mind. She tried not to remember it, and when she did, she seemed able to disassociate herself from the lewd scene. Sex with her husband had vastly improved and she was reaching orgasms most of the time, though it was only when she closed her eyes and thought of Tony's big brutal cock that her husband was able to bring her to a climax.
Sitting in the kitchen one morning, nibbling on a piece of cold toast, her body was filled with a nervous tension. The night before, her husband had ejaculated just as she was approaching a climax, and this always left her tense and frustrated. There was a burning, itching feeling in her pussy. Every nerve in her body was stretched as taut as a violin string.
Putting down the half-eaten piece of toast, Jan decided to take a hot bath, hoping that soaking in the warm water would relax her tense body. She ran the water as hot as she could stand it, and then lowered herself into the steaming tub. Lying back in the deep suds, she began luxuriously soaping herself. A delicious ripple surged through her body when the washcloth moved across her genitals. Her hands lingered in the sensitive area as she lay back in the tub, thoroughly enjoying the pleasant sensation.
Closing her eyes, she slipped her finger into her excited slit, seeking her sensitive clitoris. A delightful shudder raced through her loins when her probing finger slithered against the erect little bud. Within seconds, her finger was sliding wildly in and out of her writhing, soapy little pussy. In the past, Jan had not been too successful reaching an orgasm by masturbating, but this time her excited young body seemed to be responding to her finger manipulations.
With her eyes shut tight, the vision of Tony's big hard cock unconsciously materialized in her mind. Her finger plunging in and out of her soapy, slippery slit, she could vividly picture the lewd monster thrusting up from between his hairy legs. Time after time, she almost reached a climax, but her frantically plunging finger was inadequate to carry her over the crest. How she wished that Tony's massive cock were in there to trigger the orgasm that her frustrated body was screaming for. Once more, with the vision of the man's big honker on her mind, she almost made it, but then she slid back to reality, more frustrated than ever.
Quickly getting out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a big Turkish towel, and walked dejectedly to her room. Her body screaming for sexual release, she threw herself on the bed and once more began rubbing her throbbing clitoris. How she wanted to fill her aching cunt with a huge cock like Tony's! But she didn't want the crude bastard near her. The shame of the last performance had been bad enough to live with, and she didn't want to start it all over again.
Lying there, her finger idly caressing her trembling clit, she thought about her friend Lois Evans. She recalled how Lois had told her that she was having affairs, and Jan wondered how it would be to have a secret lover taking care of her sexual needs. Plunging her finger in and out of her writhing slit, Jan closed her eyes and tried to conjure up a vision of a handsome young man making love to her. No matter how hard she tried to picture a handsome sex partner, her mind could only see Tony's big gnarly cock moving menacingly toward her trembling pussy. She knew that she would never do it, but she ached to have her cunt filled and stretched by the loathsome man's big brutal honker.
Getting up from the bed, she walked into the living room, still wrapped in the heavy towel. She was trembling, and her breath was coming in gasps as she dropped into a big chair and lighted a cigarette. Her cunt was itching and burning like it was on fire, and Jan valiantly kept her fingers away because that only added to her excitement without relieving it.
"Oh, shit!" she sobbed hysterically, and walked over to the phone stand and looked up the number of the Wagon Wheel Tavern. When she'd dialed the first three digits with her trembling finger, she quickly hung up. She knew it was shameful and disgusting to even think of calling that vile creature. She had thought of calling him for this last and only time, but her better judgment forced her to hang up the phone.
Walking into the kitchen for a glass of cold water, she could feel her hot cunt juices dripping down her leg from her burning open cunt. The open swollen lips of her slit rubbed together as she walked, exciting her even more.
Returning to the living room, she walked unsteadily to the phone and dialed the forbidden number. No matter how wrong it was, no matter how crude he was, she needed Tony's big cock to fill her screaming cunt.
"Wagon Wheel," a man's voice answered.
"Is… T-Tony there?" she asked in a thin, stammering voice.
"Who's calling?"
"What difference does it make?" she half whispered. "Is he there?"
"How the hell can I knew whether he's here until I tell him whose calling?" the man's voice snarled.
"It's Jan. Jan Wilson," she stammered in a low, breathless voice.
She heard him set the phone down and there was a long period of nothing but the sound of a loud juke box and the din of voices.
"Hi," she suddenly heard his crude voice. "How's the fancy architect's little sex machine today?"
Filled with revulsion, she was unable to answer.
"What's the matter?" he laughed. "Have ya got a cock in your mouth?"
"Tony…" she sobbed, filled with shame.
"D'ya wanta fuck?" he interrupted.
"Yes, Tony," she whispered in a trembling voice.
"You're lucky," he laughed, "I'm free today."
"Please come over Tony," she half sobbed, strangely excited by his crude self-assurance. "I want to be fucked."
"Okay, honey," he laughed, "get your clothes off and I'll be right over."
"I'll leave the door unlocked," she said as she hung up, her whole body trembling deliciously with anticipation.
Still wearing only the towel, she dropped into a chair to wait, her fingers gently massaging her open, dripping slit.
She opened her eyes a little later when she heard the front door open. Tony was standing there in the same jeans and T-shirt that he'd worn the first time she had seen him.
"How's my favorite little cocksucker?" he grinned arrogantly as he swaggered across the room.
Jan didn't answer. She was too startled by the sight of the huge blond man who followed Tony through the door.
"Who's that?" she gasped.
"This is Whitey," he smiled. "He likes to fuck, too, so I brought him along. I figure he can relieve me between loads."
"Get out!" she screamed. "Get out! Roth of you!"
Without answering, Tony reached out and tore the towel away from the girl.
"See, Whitey," he laughed, turning to his friend, who was staring at the naked young girl cowering in the big chair. "I told you the little cocksucker had a great body."
"Don't call me a cocksucker," she sobbed, vainly trying to cover her breasts and cunt with her hands.
"Why not?" he laughed. "You gave me the best blow job I've ever had."
Jan looked over at the other man. He was wearing only jeans and his big chest was completely exposed. He had a ruggedly handsome face. Jan was both embarrassed and frightened, knowing how ruthless and arrogant Tony was, and his friend just staring at her with cold, sinister eyes.
"You phoned and said you wanted to be fucked," Tony sneered. "So we're here to service you."
Standing directly in front of the cringing girl, Tony removed his T-shirt and dropped his pants. As usual, the man wasn't wearing shorts and his massive organ was jutting up proudly from his swollen, hairy scrotum.
Even though both embarrassed and scared, an excited thrill raced through Jan's little body when she saw his magnificent honker. The thick, gnarly cock was even bigger than she'd remembered it. She couldn't believe that the throbbing monster had ever been able to penetrate her little body.
"Hey, Whitey," he laughed, turning to his friend. "Drop your pants and let the fancy architect's little cocksucker get a look at your beauty."