"You're a luscious piece," Gilbert Finch said.
Joanna smiled. She sauntered across the living room floor on her high-heeled pumps. Her skirt was off, but she still had on her blouse and panties. She knew her legs looked good in high heels. This was the very first time Finch had been inside the house without her husband present. The wickedness of it turned her on, especially now that she already had her skirt off. She quivered at the memory of sucking off Finch in his office just a few days before. But he'd agreed to help Mike, and that was all that mattered. Or was it? She'd enjoyed having his cock in her mouth and his hot jism spewing down her throat. She couldn't deny that – she'd enjoyed every moment of it. She wanted him now. She stood before him and teased him with the nakedness of her fleshy thighs.
Finch's eyes settled on her crotch. He gazed at the curly black hair fringing out around the tight elastic leg bands of her panties. He reached up, slid his hands over her flared hips, and pulled her crotch toward his face. He pressed his mouth against her nylon-covered muff. He inhaled, the heady odor of her cunt. Joanna squirmed her body at the provocative feel of his mouth nibbling at her crotch. There was nothing in the world sexier than a man sniffing her cunt-smell.
She ran her palms down across his shoulders and back. She arched herself closer to his face. She looked down and smiled at the obvious bulge in his crotch.
"My panties are getting drenched," she said. "Let me take them off."
Finch grinned. "That's an offer I can't refuse." She gazed down at him with a lewd twist to her lips. There was something about him that excited her. Maybe it was the power he had over her. Or maybe it was his hairy hands. He reminded her of a gorilla.
She reached behind her back for the zipper of her blouse. Her braless tits pushed forward at his face. In a moment she had the blouse over her head and her eyes on Finch to catch his response. His eyes locked on the jiggling, supple globes of her tits. Joanna almost laughed when she saw his cock jerk in his pants.
She tossed her blouse away. She traced the tip of her moist tongue across her lips as she displayed her body. Finch ran his eyes up and down her long legs to the nakedness of her belly and thighs. The panties she wore were little more than a tiny triangle at her crotch. She peeled them off in a moment and tossed them after the blouse.
Turning away from him, she bent over to pick up her things. She was fully aware of how the plump mounds of her ass bulged out in his face. She wondered how much of her hairy cunt he could actually see from the back. Having him look at her pussy from the rear was terribly exciting.
Finch was also turned on by the pose. Rising up from his seat, he stepped behind her. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back. Then his hands moved down to grip the full spheres of her ass cheeks.
Joanna stood up straight. She pivoted around, swinging her tits into his chest. Her arms angled up around his neck. Her lips pressed against his earlobe. Her belly rotated against the bulge of his cock.
"I want you to fuck my brains out," she said.
Her hands slipped down to tug at the buttons of his shirt. Finch helped her, and soon they had his shirt off. Joanna unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts to fondle his stiff cock.
Finch's body was tense. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. He groaned when Joanna's fingertips fluttered down to tickle his balls. He hurriedly peeled his pants and shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Joanna rubbed and wiggled against him, nearly knocking him over backward.
"Jesus!" Finch said. "Let me get my shoes off!"
She laughed as he settled himself down on the floor. His erect cock speared out at his gut as he reached down to untie his shoes. She fell to her knees beside him. "Here, let me do that," she said. She pushed his hands aside. She straddled his legs and bent over to pull at his shoestrings. When she had his shoes and socks off, she shifted her body and deliberately brushed her nipples over his rigid cock. A grunt came out of Finch's throat when she briefly touched her lips to his cockhead.
Joanna blinked up at him with smoky eyes. A moment later she grabbed his cock and gobbled the long slab of fuck-meat into her wet mouth.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Finch groaned.
He shuddered at the friction of her sucking mouth. When she let his cock slip out of her mouth as suddenly as she'd slurped it in, he gave a grunt of disappointment. He hiked himself up on his elbows. He watched her smear his saliva-coated cock across both her nipples. The dark buds bloomed up long and hard.
Reaching for the swaying mounds of her tits, Finch used them like levers to pull her up to him. She guided her tits, one at a time, to his mouth. Her crotch-hair scrubbed over the sensitive underside of his cock. A flow of cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy to coat his throbbing meat.
Squirming her crotch over his cock, Joanna was finally able to position the mouth of her cunt-hole over his cockhead. She slipped over him like a well-oiled glove, sliding down until she had the whole shaft inside the steaming channel of her cunt.
She pumped her ass up and down with a rapid rhythm. Their bellies slapped against each other. Her tits rolled on his hairy chest. He wrapped his arms around her and took hold of her hips to pilot her movements.
"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "I love it!"
She hissed as he forced her to rub her slimy cunt up and down his cock. She wiggled her ass over him. She churned her wet pussy against his turgid pole. Her meaty thighs gripped him in a plush vise at his flanks. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as though she were clinging for dear life to a bucking bronco. Her body quaked as she jumped up and down on his cock. She was soon convulsed by the throes of a shattering orgasm. The strong, rhythmic contractions of her cunt muscles quickly brought him off. A fountain of hot jism gushed into the burning channel of her cunt.
They lay on the floor panting, their bodies covered with sweat and their crotches covered with a mixture of their juices.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Joanna said. "The floor's uncomfortable."
"You're a great fuck," Finch said.
He was on his back, propped up on some pillows, his legs splayed wide and bent at the knees, his long meaty cock extended against his belly.
Joanna was sitting on the bed facing his hairy crotch. She stared at big cock and balls with glazed eyes.
"This is sort of my show," Finch said. "I mean you'll do whatever I tell you to, won't you."
Joanna nodded. "That's the bargain," she said.
Finch grinned. "You're a bitchy cunt, Joanna. You were always a little stuck-up with me, weren't you?"
"Yes, I suppose I was," she said. "What I'd like right now is a rim-job." She looked at him with puzzled eyes. "I don't know what that is," she said.
He laughed. "It means you tickle my asshole with your tongue, Joanna. You ever do that to your husband?"
A flush of heat and lust washed over her body. "No," she said.
"Would you like to do it to me? Let me hear you say it."
She stared fixedly at the meaty cock now twitching over the heavy balls. "I'd like to rim you," she whispered.
Finch chuckled. He cupped a hand around his hairy, pink ball-sac. He lifted the baggy sac up against the base of his cock and exposed his hair-fringed, puckered asshole. "Be my guest," he said.
Bending forward, Joanna moved her face to the waiting shit-hole. She craned her neck. Extending her pink tongue, she licked at the wrinkled grommet of Finch's ass.
His cock twitched. He vented a short grunt and pushed up his ass against her face.
She pushed her tongue-tip into the tight hole. His asshole opened like a tiny flower, and soon she had the entire length of her tongue wriggling inside. Her wide-open mouth sucked at the ring of his asshole. Her nose pressed into the loose skin between his large, egg-shaped balls.
"Oh, yeah!" Finch hissed. "Go to it, baby! Give it to me! You keep that up and you'll get a load in your face!"
Pulling her mouth away, Joanna looked up at him. "Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to come in my mouth?"
His teeth pulled back in a grimace of lust, Finch moved away from her. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Oh, yes," Joanna groaned. "That's what I want. Fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard!"
The juice oozing out of her cunt had thoroughly coated the insides of her thighs. Finch gazed at the raw, gaping meat of her cunt. Sliding a hand down to her crotch, she pried open her cuntlips and showed him the brimming wet hole.
"Fuck me!" she hissed.
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her hand away from her quivering cunt. "I'm going to screw your little asshole," he said. "I'm going to put my cock right where your tongue was. Would you like that? You ever had it in there? Does Mike ever fuck your ass?"
"I've done it before," Joanna said. "But you'll be careful, won't you?"
Finch chuckled. "Sure, baby. You get some lotion and grease up my cock yourself. We'll do it nice and easy. I've been thinking about fucking your sweet little ass for a long time."
Joanna blushed. "Have you?"
"Show it to me," he said.
"What?"
"Show me your asshole," he commanded. "Show me the shit-hole."
The lewdness of the request send a wild shiver up her spine. She turned her back to him and crouched on her knees with her ass in the air.
"Open it up," he said.
Trembling now, she reached her hands back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
"Sweet little asshole," he said. He stared at the smooth white globes lifted high in the air. He ran a finger in between the open juicy cunt and the small tight asshole. "Okay," he said. "Get the Vaseline."
She had some on the night table. A moment later she was spreading the clear jelly over his cock until it glistened like a greased drumstick. Lubricating the meat that would soon be shoved into her ass was exciting. After she finished, he had her push a gob of grease into her ass with her finger. Having him watch her while she fingerfucked her asshole was delicious.
He knelt, clutching his cock like a dagger. "Turn over," be said.
She did as he asked, burying her face into a pillow. He climbed behind her and pushed his fat cockmeat at the ring of her asshole. With the help of the Vaseline, he slid easily into the opening. Her asshole looked like a wrinkled toothless mouth swallowing down an oversized hotdog.
Joanna wiggled her ass. She grunted with each thrust as he rammed her bowels. Her body rocked back and forth beneath the attack of his rampant cock.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck my ass!"
"That's just what I'm doing," Finch hissed. "You've got a sweet little shit-hole, Joanna."
She reached her own hand below her belly to massage her clit. She rhythmically rotated her ass to the tempo of his strokes. He plowed into her in a fury. The ring of her asshole was a tight band around his cock, sucking him into its oily depths. His hairy balls slapped against her wet cunt with each stroke…
When he twisted his hand down to finger her cunt, Joanna pulled her own hand away and let him take over. She moaned when he pushed his middle finger into the gaping hole of her cunt.
Their connected bodies made the slurping sounds of fucking, the smacking noise of belly against ass, the muffled gurgle arising from Joanna's cunt as he pumped his finger in and out of her dripping hole.
Finch pounded away, oblivious to all but the tension building up in his balls, the tight asshole straining and sucking his bloated cock, the hot greasy cunt quaking on his fingers.
Joanna gyrated her ass back and forth to increase the power of his thrusts. Her body slick with sweat, her cunt gushing juice, her asshole clamping down on the penetrating cock-meat, she groaned and wheezed and mewled in a high-pitched voice.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"
His breath rasping, his eyes popping, Finch fucked like a machine run rampant. His legs suddenly locked and he jammed his cock in to the root. He caught his breath and a tremendous spasm shook his body. He gave a series of jerks as he shot his load, and then he finally fell on top of Joanna with his cock still speared in her ass.
Joanna squirmed her rump beneath him. "I didn't come yet," she whimpered. "Make me come!"
He robed off her. His soft cock slid out of her asshole with a popping noise.
"Turn over," he said.
She rolled over and looked up at him. "You've got to fuck me," she said. "Fuck my cunt."
Raising himself up on an elbow, Finch nodded toward his limp cock. "Clean it off," he said.
Joanna looked down at his shit-smeared prick and groaned. She made a move to get up. "Where do you think you're going?" Finch said. She turned to him with a confused look. "To the bathroom to get a washcloth."
He chuckled and leered at her. "Use your mouth, Joanna. Use your pretty little mouth."
She slowly crawled back onto the bed. She slithered on her stomach toward his dangling cock. She sniffed at his fuck-meat like a curious dog.
I'm turning into an animal, she thought. Extending her tongue, she began lapping at the discolored cock. A moment later, a low guttural moan of lust escaped from her throat. Drawing the cock into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sucked.