It was typical of Jeff to make instantaneous decisions, and enroute to the Brendell apartment, he made one. He was putting an end to this arrangement with Toni before it grew into an "affaire de coeur". It was out of hand already, well beyond the mutual arrangement stage and into the possessive development… and he had just discovered that he was as guilty as she. Nothing could come of it because he would never let it; so, it was silly and unfair to both of them to let it continue. Regardless of what happened in the next few hours at the Brendells, he would move out tonight… take a hotel room or something for a few days, until he could find a place and move his things.
He couldn't forget the way Muriel Brendell had sounded over the telephone… that smoky, seductive voice of hers, dripping sex while she talked about a playroom… or some such nonsense. It was almost impossible for him to believe… that the beautiful and talented, filthy-rich Muriel Standard was giving him the come-on signals, but it had been written all over her yesterday… and this morning in her voice when she'd called. Nevertheless, he was not about to blow the possibility of landing a seven-hundred-thousand-dollar contract for a romp in the sheets. If he did stand a chance of getting the deal, which he was still reluctant to believe, one sure way of destroying it would be to have Nathan Brendell suspect him of carrying on with his lovely wife.
In essence, he decided, he would just have to play it cool… real cool… leave the whole performance to her and watch it develop. After all, she was the skilled performer, not him. He smiled to himself as he pulled out of the main stream of traffic and parked before the luxurious apartment building. Mine is lust a minor supporting role, he thought.
He was feeling pretty much in command of himself when he rang the buzzer, but when she opened the door attired in the tiniest wisp of green bikinis his prepared composure seemed to disintegrate, and he could do nothing but stare at the nine-tenths of her exposed, well-rounded loveliness, his eyes immediately engorging themselves upon the smooth, slightly-tanned, satin-like skin that coated her lush, soft, yet firm, contours.
"Darling," she greeted him, smiling warmly. "I was just about to slip into something when you rang. I've been taking a sunbath on the deck. I must've dozed… didn't realize it was so late…"
Then, she moved in close to him, her whole voluptuous length of pulchritude pressing tightly and hotly into him, her erect pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest as her arms snaked around his neck and her belly and pelvis ground snugly to him.
Amazed, Jeff could neither breathe nor speak. Automatically, his hands closed on the velvety, smooth flesh at the small of her back and he felt the muscles ripple lightly as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, moist lips planted themselves openly upon his own.
Eventually she said: "Isn't that just about where we left off yesterday, lover?"
Jeff raised his head, half sighing, half gasping, but still holding her. "I-I… ah… don't recollect
much of anything… right at the moment," he managed, feeling his penis beginning to stir responsively to her pelvis and thighs that had begun a hardly perceptive undulating motion against him.
She tittered lightly, kissed him on the nose and backed out of his arms. "You are a dear," she said matter-of-factly. "I think we're going to get on famously… but first, to business, eh? Come, sit down and I'll mix us a couple of drinks to chat over." She started off and he gaped after her, his brain fast intoxicating itself on the lithe suppleness of her magnificent body, enhanced now by her practiced walk in the inch or so of heel on the golden sandals she wore. He could feel his prick moving into a state of embarrassing rigidness, and when she looked back over her shoulder he saw that her eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems, darling?" she teased.
Jeff sensed his face flushing slightly. He cleared his throat. "Wh-Where is Mr. Brendell?" he heard himself question.
She had paused and was holding out her hand for him. He moved up to her and she caught hold of him, leading him into the luxurious living room. "Working, lover… like any good breadwinner should, "she replied, leading hint to a chair. "Now, you sit here while I mix." She went behind the bar and began. "First, darling, an especially designed playroom is of extreme importance to both Nat and me. It must be on the second floor in the rear overlooking the pool with an outside entrance to the poolside. There will be considerable electronic equipment involved, with TV screens in each of the surrounding bedrooms, the master-control panel to be in the playroom. We will also want a small movie projection room. Nat roughed out some plans last night that I will give you before you leave… which will be quite a while from now."
He watched her move gracefully around the bar toward him, carrying a drink in either hand, her sensuously delightful body completely captivating him. He struggled to keep his wits, accepted the drink and watched her curl into a chair facing him, her long shapely legs folded beneath her. She was smiling faintly.
Jeff shook his head. He had refused to allow himself to believe yet what she had been so obviously implying without coming right out and saying it… that he was going to build their house. He said: "I-I'm afraid you're moving a bit too fast for me Mrs. Brendell…"
"Oh, darling… call me Muriel, please…" She tilted her head cutely, her dark eyes dancing for him. "I was certain we had at least passed beyond that point." She leaned forward slightly, presenting him with a spectacular view of her ample cleavage. "Tell me, how much does building this house mean to you?"
"A very great deal… everything right now, as a matter of fact," he said, afraid any moment that he would awaken to find it all a dream.
"You're an architect with the Curren Company right now, aren't you, darling?" she said, sipping at her drink.
Jeff tasted his own. It was scotch and soda and potent. He nodded to her question. She had evidently been doing a little investigating… or perhaps, her husband had.
"And this house, should you build it for us, would literally make you, wouldn't it… put you in business, that is…?"
Again, he nodded. "It would."
"Married?"
"Divorced," he answered
"Then… who's the little girl you live with?" Muriel asked, watching him carefully as she raised her glass to her lips once more.
"A friend," said Jeff, a bit irked at the question. Then: "An arrangement of convenience."
"Is she good? In bed, I mean?"
Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he thought, feeling his face flushing once more. "That" an unfair question," he said. He managed a grin. "I respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that it might tend to incriminate me."
Muriel Brendell laughed. "A gentleman, no less." She shrugged pretty naked shoulders. "No matter… Nat tells me she's pretty good and he's an authority. Of course, she's never been to one of our parties… I have to take his word for it."
Once more, Jeff gaped at her. He was beginning to wonder if his hearing was doing him justice.
"I shock you, don't I, darling," she said suddenly. "All these questions… the fact that I know so much about you… talking about my husband and another girl…?" She arose quickly and came over to fold herself onto his lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect penis. "You're beginning to wonder just what the hell it's all about… right?"
"To-to say the least," Jeff answered as she leaned over to kiss his forehead wetly.
"All right… I'll tell you," she said, squirming down intentionally onto his still hardening member. "Nat and I live a very full and exciting life. We think we have the perfect marriage. We're both equally lusty and we understand each other's wants and needs. The playroom, for example… it will be where we'll entertain a few friends… discreet friends, darling… drinks, dancing, some very special adult movies following a little skinny-dipping… private bedrooms and the like… Am I getting through to you, honey?"
Jeff swallowed tightly. He wasn't exactly certain what was registering with him at the moment, except that the weight and presence of her soft rounded, near-naked contours was increasing his libido at an alarming rate. He had set down his drink and his hand was moving gently over the smooth warm satin-like flesh of her waist and upward over her rib cage to her breasts.
"Hmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch, reaching behind her with her free left hand to untie her bra and let it fall into his lap. "You are going to build our house, darling… and you are going to be my lover… aren't you?"
"Christ!" be gasped as the large full mounds of her breasts came into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. He clutched one tightly into his hand, the feel of its soft, warm, resilient flesh causing his penis to Jerk uncontrollably as she writhed gently on top of it. With his other hand he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue between her smooth moist lips, beyond the barrier of her white even teeth and into the warm cavern of her mouth.
She greeted it with a caress from her own, then began to nibble and suck tenderly… teasingly.
Finally, she raised her head as Jeff continued to knead and massage her breast. "You haven't answered me," she half whispered. "Are you going to build our house?'-
"God, you know I want to… but I don't have the available financing…"
"Oh, Nat will see to that, darling," she said, running her fingers through his hair.
"Then… then, there's no question about it…" he said quickly.
"Yes, there is… one big important question… Will you be my lover?"
He realized suddenly that she was quivering. She had begun to squirm in his lap and her eyes were searching his almost frantically.
"God, yes," he gasped. "I'll… I'll be any damned thing you want!"
She whimpered and kissed him hungrily, darting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth and pressing her breast tight into his clutching hand. Then, she was on her feet and pulling him up.
"Bring your drink," she ordered, almost breathlessly. "I want you now… right now!"
She led him, half running toward the bedroom, her lush breasts joggling with the effort, and without preliminaries, let go of his hand to wriggle her bikini bottoms down off her rounded hips to the floor, then she jumped onto the large, king-sized bed, rolling onto her back in a spread-eagle position and smiled wantonly up at him.
"Now," she said, "undress for me. I want to watch you."
Jeff could still hardly believe what was taking place. It was happening too fast for his brain to comprehend. First, the assurance of the contract, now this vision lying seductively before him, waiting for him to fuck her… Muriel Standard! My God… he had to be dreaming… his eyes played over her full, well-rounded contours and tiny ripples of lust surged through him… but it wasn't a dream… It was actually happening to him! He drank in her naked curves and watched her little writhing movements as she lay stretched out in anticipation before him. He had already discovered the magnificent firmness of her high-set, rounded breasts, and now he was staring at the enticingly rounded, slightly tanned hips that led downward to the delectable sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny dewdrops of moisture glistening there.
"Damn…" he hissed. "You're a lovely woman!" He still held his drink and was staring down at her. He saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her eyes seeming to glaze slightly.
"Please, darling… please hurry… I need you… she pleaded.
He began pulling at his clothes as she watched with a certain fascination, removing everything, even his shoes and socks before dropping his shorts that were trying desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock. Then, she raised up and leaned forward on an elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins as he made the unveiling.
"Oh God," she gasped with breathless awe at the long thick rigidity of it standing out from his lean, hairy loins. She stared at the throbbing of the blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her arched lifeline passionately. "It's… it's beautiful! Oh God, lover, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving over to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood stark naked before and above her.
Jeff felt an uncontrollable spasm of delightful tremors course over and through his whole body as she gently let it rest in the palm of her hand, slowly encircling her fingers about its thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other hand moving between his thighs to engulf his balls tenderly, then… then… he saw her tongue dart out to lick at the tiny split in its glans and catch the few drops of secretion that had oozed out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the surprised hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her with her hands, opening her lips and drawing it slowly but continuously into her mouth, her tongue beginning a slow, smooth swirling motion as she kept drawing it in… in… in… until he gaped in utter disbelief as near all of the entire thick shaft of flesh disappeared between her sucking lips and throat. At last, she withdrew her head, as slowly and deliciously, then, rolled back onto the bed, her arms and legs open to him.
"Oh God, lover, I want you to fuck me to death with that beautiful cock hanging between your least" she breathed up at him.
"Christ!" Jeff blurted, the lewd words coming from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed, half atop her, his hand smoothing hungrily over her soft, satiny flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading, cupping, stroking, his mouth finding her own, his tongue exploring the still poignant taste of his own prick there and adding to his mounting lust.
"You are going to be my baby," she whispered, "my protege. Would you like that, Jeff, lover? To be rich and famous… the noted architect, Jeffrey Lewis, with everyone who is anyone in California… maybe, the whole country, clamoring at your feet for your talents?"
"All… all I want is you right now," Jeff hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over the warm soft skin of her flat belly and below to the silky hair covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink hair-lined slit between her thighs to the warm crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face continuously from the sensations it set off inside her, her hot breath like some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough of.
He ground his ever growing, hardening cock into her hip while he caressed and taunted the most secret parts of her splendid body, even as his brain whirled with the fantastic events that had swept him up in less than an hour of his lifetime. Lying here beside her, making love to her in the boldest of lascivious manners, he couldn't help but wonder what Nathan Brendell would say should he walk through that door. Yet, at the moment, he didn't give much of a damn. He had to have this unbelievably enticing creature… Muriel Standard… She would always be that to him… Muriel Standard! She had actually sucked his cock! His! Good Christ! He'd heard about these husband-wife under-standings, the swap-arounds, all of it… but to suddenly become a part of it… Her protege, she'd said. Rich! Famous! People clamoring for his designs! God almighty, it was fantastic! Yet, here he lay with this gorgeous creature… Oooooh! She had his cock in her hand! She had her mouth clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue… and now she was trying to maneuver him over on top of her, between her spreading legs, wanting his cock in her warm moist cunt…
He responded, moving between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He couldn't help but wonder how they would grip about him later when he had sunk his now throbbing cock deep inside her white-hot little belly…
"Oh God, you are something, Jeff Lewis! I love your body," she whispered, biting at his lips and grinding the flatness of her belly tightly up to him. Her hauls went to his lean, taut buttocks and her nails raked him there, then, moved upward the length of his back in a similar pattern. "You're going to be all mine from this moment on, lover. It's important that you understand that," she hissed into his ear. "Do you understand it? Do you?"
He hesitated. "I understand that I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you forget where you are… or who you are," he rasped down at her.
"Oh God! Lover, yes… yes! Do it… Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that beautiful cock into my cunt until I go out of my mind, lover! Do that to met Please… please!"
He forced his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smooth, white buttocks in their palms and pulled her open crotch up tighter against him. He lay his cock into the partially open split of her cunt, moving it back and forth, up and down, until it was well insinuated within the moist pink slit that separated the palpitating, hair-lined lips and began a little pressurizing, upward sawing motion, sensing it growing wetter and wetter with every passing second. Her buttocks began a more urgent rotation up against his loins while the head of his prick massaged gently the erect bud of her clitoris and she gasped through her teeth at him.
"I… I can't stand it any longer, my lover… I've got to have it in me. Please… please fuck me now. I'll do anything you say if you only fuck me…"
Her legs splayed out wide on either side of his body, their strong calves situating themselves against the back of his thighs as she tried to draw him tighter into her.
He kissed her tenderly, almost a brush against her warm moist lips, and lowering his hand, guided his now aching cock downward between her hot, passion moistened cunt lips. She trembled all over and cried out as her crotch lurched upward at him, the open moist mouth of her cunt seeking desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his throbbing rod of hardened flesh.
Jeff grunted in his own passion, feeling the soft silken hairs of her cunt grazing his prick from her erotic movements, and he knew trying to hold back was useless for him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward, feeling the wet, throbbing mouth of her vagina receptive to him and its warm lubricated channel accepting and absorbing his prick right up into her belly with a slight suction sound, her vaginal muscles immediately setting to work on the hard, fleshy length of his wildly throbbing cock.
Oh Christ, he thought, he'd never had anything like this! Her cunt sheath was milking him! He wouldn't last ten seconds this way. He tried to establish a rhythm, racing his long thick cock the full length of her passage, but her sucking cunt was drawing heavily at the lining of his testicles. His balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. He felt his rectum constrict. Good God, he was going to cum already!
"It's all right, darling," she whispered lip at him, into his face, her tongue laving his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Cum hard this time. Fuck into me deep! It's all right. Cum! Cum! Cum!" She drew back her legs, thrusting her crotch up at him, making her tight, wildly clasping cunt available to his wildest lust-crazed thrusts.
"God! I can't help it!" he whimpered down at her.
"It's all right! Fuck me hard! Cum! Cum way up deep in my belly! Trust me, darling lover! Cum! Cum!"
He did… his prick lurching and jerking like some insane wild beast he had no control over, squirting his sperm deep up into the depths of her womb in spasmodic gushes that seemed to rack his whole body as he pumped it into her like a raging uncontrolled river of host.
He heard himself wail uncontrollably, and as he gasped out his pleasure, he had the strange feeling that she did also, for surely she cried out like a woman in orgasm and her cunt milked at his spewing cock like some fanatical machine as she writhed and squirmed beneath him with frantic bodily gestures of participating enjoyment.
He fell on top of her because he couldn't hold himself erect. He had… or she had sapped the strength, the life from him. He collapsed and she caught him in her arms and held him there.
"God almighty… I couldn't help it!" he blurted down at her, his breathing coming in short heavy rasps.
"It's all right, lover. It's all right," she said softly. "I understand. It happens to all of us… I mean, all of you." She laughed lightly. "In fact, it makes me quite proud. It means you were susceptible to my charms."
Jeff rolled off of her onto his back and lay still a moment. God, he couldn't remember an orgasm that had drained him that way. He said: "God God, the moment it went in I was dead." He continued to breathe heavily. "I have to hang my head and apologize…"
"You have to have a fresh dunk, that's what you have to do," Muriel said, hopping from the bed and going to a corner cabinet. "No ice in here, lover, but, but there's something else. Ever drink Pernod… I mean the real absinthe Pernod?"
"I… I don't know. I'll be happy with anything." He felt awfully much like some kind of failure, even though she was working at proving him different. The insane point of the whole damned thing was that she evidently liked him… no… wanted him. So, what did he have to lose? Now that the sex was past, he could give it some thought sensibly. She had said that he was going to build their house… with her husband financing it, hadn't she?
"Do you really intend that I'll build this house for you?" he asked suddenly. "I mean… I'm a big boy… I can take the bitter with the better."
She came over to the bed, her lithe, sensuous body gliding down and jiggling properly. She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him the glass of greenish-yellow liquid. He tasted it, liked it, and drank heavily. His throat was dry. He certainly felt like a perfect ass.
"Of course, you will build house," she answered softly. "Nothing has changed, lover. You're still my protege… my lover-boy… and we're going to bring them all to your feet. They will, you know… if Nat says so."
"Nat?" he gulped, right after draining his glass and she scooped it up to go back and refill it. "Why the hell should he say so? Why should he say anything? I may be some kind of nut, but here I am in here screwing his wife while he's working. Can you give any reason why he should suddenly become a top fan of mine?"
Muriel returned, handing him his glass. He swallowed a portion of it. She folded herself onto the bed, then leaned back, spreading herself out seductively, her breasts firm and full, her thighs drawn lip to protect the sight of her enticing pelvic area. Jeff stared at her. Good God, she was lovely!
"You've missed the whole point of Nat's and my being together," she said softly, swirling her glass so that the liquid within sloshed high at the edges of the glass. "We understand… we know the needs and fulfillment's every person has individually. We know about variety… and the spice of life, as they say. It's made our marriage solid, Jeff lover, solid! Example… Nathan knows that you're here with me this afternoon… that you and I will have sex… fuck, if you'd like it in the vernacular. He also knows that when he comes home I'll be here if he wants me… or, if he's suddenly had an itching toward a Toni St. Clair, that I'd understand, and won't expect to see him for a day or two or three… Does that surprise you, lover?"
Jeff raised up on his elbow and gulped at his glass. Yes… Christ, yes, he was surprised… and more than a little bit. At least, the taste of whatever it was seemed familiar. Like licorice almost… What the hell had he gotten himself into? No use denying that Muriel Standard captivated him, but that was understandable. She'd captivate anyone. Damn, what a woman… and he'd blown that too, but… but not according to her, and that puzzled him.
Suddenly, he felt her hand moving along his thigh and slipping beneath his testicles, cradling them in her hand as if she were weighing them as she watched his face.
"I intend that you'll be a sought after man, Jeff Lewis… lover," she said, smiling into his face from where she lay on her elbow, her one hand tenderly fondling the loose sac that hung between his thighs. "And I also intend that all should know you belong to me… Are we making any contact,
my love?"
Jeff felt his flaccid prick give its first lurch. The heat from the palm of her hand spread upwards through his loins pleasantly and he gulped at his drink.
He licked at his lips. "Are you intending that I should lump through hoops, little girl?"
"Does that help your sex drive?"
"I don't know… It's never come to that," he answered her flatly.
Muriel smiled. "I'll never cut you, lover… if you don't cut me."
Then, Jeff smiled back at her. "That sounds like a reasonable deal."
Muriel played with his testicles and his penis continued to grow. She hadn't touched it yet. She was content in just watching it jerk into increasing hardness. Finally, she said: "But…"
"But?"
"I cut awfully easy… my thin skin, I suppose."
Jeff studied her. A strong grain of excitement had begun to build inside him because his prick was getting hard once more. He'd never known what it was to come back after the same woman the second time in one ordeal. The very thought was fascinating him and peaking his ego. This time, it would be different. He was certain of it. He raised his glass and drained it.
"I suggest you get us something to drink," he said, reaching over and cupping her breast momentarily.
"You didn't answer me," Muriel said, taking his glass.
Jeff smiled. "I'll be anything you want me to be… lover."
She groaned loudly and kissed him, then ran to the bar He watched her, the movements of her white full buttocks exciting him. So, that was the name of the game, he thought. He was an amateur… rank too, but maybe… just maybe, he'd learn… given time.
Muriel returned with their drinks, but set them on the night stand, then pushed him over onto his back and climbed above him on all fours, hovering above his continual hardening prick.
"I've waited long enough, lover," she said, stroking it between the flats of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to stir in a little undulating response. Then, she brought her mouth down to it and Jeff sucked in his breath as for the second time she enclosed the whole of its sensitive head between her lips in a warm, moist pressure. He watched her lipstick-reddened lips tighten elastically around it just below the coronal rim, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Mmmm," he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his thick quivering shaft sunk halfway between her ovaled lips had brought it back to a throbbing hardness. She licked it and bit it gently, taking obvious delight in her power to bring it to life again after its total collapse.
Jeff felt the fires of desire fast rekindling in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swirling her slippery tongue around and around it until she was satisfied it was restored to its full length and power, then she crawled off him, falling quickly onto her back and spreading her legs wide before his eyes.
"Now, lover… fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!"
He wasted no time. He came to rest directly between her open thighs and reached down between them to make the coupling. She was ready and there wan no need for any pre-play. He could feel the moist pink opening of her cunt throbbing in urgent anticipation as with his fingers he guided his long thick cock straight into her. He paused for a moment to part the dark silken hair, wet now from their first union, with the head of his shaft, and then, with one long smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance and the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamped around his cock in a moist firmness that almost set him off again.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned and crooned as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep down in the secret crevices of her womb. She began to groan and murmur incoherently as he began right off to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with his own building passion. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Oooooh God, lover… Oooooohhh… so good… so good! Harder… fuck it harder! Yes… yessss… Iike that!" she whimpered as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his lean muscular chest down tight against the soft whiteness of her breasts.
Jeff plunged his long, hardened cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft channel of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly opening receptively to his onslaught. Her body jerked and twisted and she moaned ceaselessly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved with spasmodic little tremors and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had seized hold of her whole being as though it were writhing in the throes of a convulsion. Her forehead had suddenly become coated with a film of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her mussed, short dark hair. It was as if nothing could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and Jeff fucked like an insane man to end it for her.
"Oh Oooohh God yesss… do something! Shove your finger in my ass, lover! Shove it in, please!" she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttock and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins. Them reached under her between her buttocks as he continued his Jack-hammer pummeling into the liquid depths of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus… until he found it.
A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had dribbled down the smooth wide-spread cleft from where his now throbbing cudgel was sliding sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it sufficiently for his experimental probes; then, he pushed hard, feeling it give almost reluctantly, until all of a sudden the tight elastic nether ring opened before his pressure and his finger popped smoothly inside the soft rubbery channel and slid up to the first knuckle joint. Her body jerked forward beneath him and she gasped out her
pain.
"Ooohhh God! It hurts, lover!"
He thrust again to the second joint and her feet jerked out erotically in the air above them, her toes curling spasmodically.
"Aggghhhh! Oooohhh Christ… yesss… yesssss!" she groaned, and in spite of the obvious pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back onto his finger until it was sunk to the very palm of his hand, and he began to jiggle it wildly, rotating it around deep in the fleshy depths of her rectum.
Jeff ground down into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a warm mouth around his hot, bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of long cock thundering up her wide-stretched hole, raising a new ecstatic wail from her lips as he maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep in her rectum. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into his face, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
"Aaauuuggghhh, God!" she grunted as he buffeted her in perfect cadence between his finger and ever expanding cock dually ravishing her genitals, a masochistic pleasure filling her from her crotch to the top of her head. Her arms that had been wrapped tightly around his neck with her nails digging frantically into the flesh of his back, slithered down and dug painfully into his lean, thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins.
Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each brutal pile-driving lunge he made into her while his finger skewered into her tight clasping anus with unceasing fury. Her flesh was slippery from the sweat of the wild, untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the coverlet beneath her. Her mouth had fallen wide open in ecstatic abandon; she had become something almost inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Ooo! oh… deeper, lover! Harder! Fuck me, fuck me hard, lover!" she begged, her climax obviously nearing, and Jeff breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.
He pulled his finger from her rectum making a wet, sucking sound and she swung her strong smooth thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass wantonly from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing cock
"Oh God! Oh Christ! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she suddenly coughed at him with a gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, as her body arched and she held tightly to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgastic fluid out around his still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus.
Although he had been drained dry only a short while before and wondered if he'd be able to cum again ever, the wildness of Muriel's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep in his balls again and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Oh… oh, oh, oh," he grunted, suddenly increasing the viciousness of his strokes, his pelvis smacking brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt and his throbbing hard prick drove deep down into the furthest hidden recesses of her quivering belly.
He felt himself cumming and throwing his hands down behind her knees, shoved her soft, smooth thighs up over her shoulders, grinding as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, raising groans of left over passion front her lips still locked tightly to his. He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the explosion at his loins, heard her whimpering cry of delight as she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep, soul-shattering grunt he shot into her, spewing his hot liquid sperm deep into the warm depths of her open and receptive womb.
And then, came the end… there was no more, and he collapsed, rolling off her onto his back with a deep, heavy sigh of exhaustion.
"My God, lover, you were beautiful," Muriel said, raising up over him to kiss him tenderly on the mouth. "You were absolutely beautiful… really!"
"After I got my bearings," said Jeff, secretly pleased with his own performance. "But it was you, baby… not me… that magnificent body of yours… and knowing how to use it."
"Mmmmm," she cooed, snuggling close to him. "You say the nicest things, lover. I'll just bet you'll build me a beautiful house."
Jeff smiled over at her. God, he could still hardly believe it was all true. All this and heaven too, he thought.
"You can bet on that, honey," he said, slipping his arm beneath her and bringing her tight against him. "And with the best damned play-room in California, too."