Without saying anything she went into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. I followed her and sat next to her. The bedroom was just as hot as the kitchen, even with the blinds down. I ran my hand across my brow and as I did she put the cloth to my forehead and went back and forth with it.
Then there was a silence for a minute, with the two of us just staring into each other's eyes. She had big, round eyes and a pretty, freckled face. Her mouth was small, but the lower lip was full and heavy, giving her a kind of pouting look even when she wasn't pouting.
Finally she said, "Pete, are you ever lonely?"
"Sure," I said, "plenty of times. Isn't everybody?"
She took a deep, trembling breath that shoved her tits way out and stretched the clasps between them on the front of the halter.
"I suppose," she said, looking me right in the eye. "Pete, the reason I'm asking, I mean, there are all sorts of reasons for two people, even strangers, to… need each other. Do you know what I mean? I mean, it doesn't have to be dirty or anything if two lonely people need each other."
If she wanted to talk herself up to it, I didn't mind. In fact, now that I knew I was home free, I sort of enjoyed building up to it step by step, getting myself hotter and hotter.
"Sure," I said, putting my hand over hers as it rested on her warm thigh. "I figure if two adult people need each other, who's to say it's wrong. I mean, there's nothing wrong with love, you know? That's what makes the world go 'round."
Her knees were far apart. I looked down at her crotch and noticed a smell, dark stain beginning to form right over her spread slit. Her firm thighs were trembling.
This broad was one of the hottest I'd ever run into. She sure didn't make no bones about what she was after. By now, she was looking at me real droopy-like. Her eyes were glazed and the lids were heavy.
"I… I don't see much of my husband these days…" And then, the next thing I knew, I was on my hack on the bed with my legs over the side and Mrs. Stanyon on top of me, the heat of her body melting into mine, her firm tits drilling into my chest.
"Take me, oh, take me," she whispered. Her mouth was all over my neck and her hands were grabbing at the buttons on my shirt. Still on my back under her, I wrapped both arms around her wet back and felt her strong, animal body. She was wet with the heat of the room and passion. I brought my hands up to the back of her head, felt around in her long red hair, and then turned her face to mine.
She responded like an old pro, bringing that hot, pouting mouth down on mine and plunging her tongue between my teeth.
"Mmmmm – oh, Pete, strip me, please!"
The wet suction from her kissing, grinding lips and her free hand on my still-zippered cock made it hard as hell to pull away. But pull away I did, and sat up. I wanted to see what I was doing when I unwrapped this babe.
"OK, Doris, get ready, baby," I said. I guided her into a comfortable position for both of us on the bed. Then I sat directly opposite her. She was on her haunches, with her legs folded under and her knees a good foot-and-a-half apart. She closed her eyes and groaned as I put my hands on her big tits.
There were three clasps between her tits and I undid them one at a time, slowly. She kept up her groaning and sighing and brought one hand up to my chest, scratching it and feeling for my nipples under the shirt, which was completely unbuttoned by now.
Then I pulled the halter apart and she brought her shoulders together, letting it fall to the bed. She was wearing a white bra that gave her tits a wild uplift and didn't cover much. They were incredibly round and large, the white skin sprinkled with dark red freckles.
"Take it off," she murmured, looking at me through half-open eyes. "Play with them." A hot sheen of moisture covered her all over. By now I was half crazy from the look and smell and sound of her.
I plastered my mouth down on her damp shoulder and licked and bit as my hands went around back and fumbled at the bra clasp. She arched forward and breathed hotly in my ear. Then I had it unclasped and off; her tits pushed against my chest, free and firm. I yanked off my shirt and tossed it.
Then I leaned back to get a good look, putting both palms on her sculpted stomach and slowly working them up. Her breathing came hard and fast and when my fingers reached the white under-slopes of her tits she began to moan.
"Oh, Pete… feel them, feel them all over…"
Her naked tits were all I imagined they were, big and firm and erect, looking like two warm, fleshy, inverted ice-cream cones. The nipples were dark red, like the color of certain types of plums; they were big and made to be pinched and flicked and sucked.
I brought my hand up and took those two big tips between my fingers. They felt hard and warm as I tweaked and played with them. Doris closed her eyes and arched her back.
"Ahhh, that's it…"
The feel was out of this world. They were getting slippery from the sweat that was gathering on them. I began to lose control then. I let go of her tits and grasped clumsily at her shorts. They were buttoned on the side; in my haste at least one of the buttons went sailing across the room. In a few seconds I had them down to her knees and was staring at the juiciest pussy I had ever had the good fortune to lay my eyes on.
She fell onto her back then and I dragged the shorts down the long length of her thick and shapely flanks. She lay naked under my gaze and, looking up, brought her heels to heresy cheeks and spread her knees far apart.
"Take off your pants, please… hurry," she moaned, looking up at me hotly. I reached for my belt and worked myself naked, never taking my eyes off her beautiful, spread pussy. It wan a big, wet one, all right, and the reddest I had ever seen. She had a great tangle of hair. It looked just like a big, soft ball of copper wire, and it ran from well above the top of her gash, where it was bunched up real thick, down to below her cunt in two thick ropes on either side.
The thing that really got me was her spread cunt. Her inner lips were red, not pink, and shined up at me. I could see her clit as it peeped from between the upper folds. It was red; her pussy hole and rectum were big and red, too. I don't know what it is about all the redness, but I was about to explode.
She reached down and twisted her cunt lips around, pushing them apart, closing them up, running her fingers from the top of her bush all the way down to her ass and back again. Her tits were bunched up on her chest, pressed together by her arms, the nipples pushed real close to each other and looking like red, fried eggs.
Then she opened her eyes and got a look at me naked as I kneeled next to her prone body. I got a good-sized cock, at least that's what they tell me, a long one, plenty thick, with a fat purple head on it, plenty of curly, black hair, and a pair of fat balls. She took one look and gasped.
"I want you now!" she said, and brought her arms up to my shoulders.
CHAPTER TWO
I fell on top of her with a groan of passion and pressed my open mouth on hers. My hand grabbed up her tits one at a time, squeezing at the warm flesh, then stroking her strong stomach and going up and down her prominent ribs. If there's one thing that turns me on, it's a broad with big tits and prominent ribs.
Our mouths parted and I kissed my way down to her nipples, latching on to the first one I found, sucking it between my teeth and lashing the hard, meaty tip with my tongue.
"Ahhhh, that's sooo good," she sighed, grabbing the back of my head with one hand and clawing at my shoulder with the other. "You're so strong and powerful," she sighed, feeling my muscles in a greedy, lusty way.
As I sucked one nipple and then the other, I brought my hand down to her hairy, open cunt and ran my fingers through the damp bush. I found her hard clit and flicked it back and forth at the end of my first finger. As I did this, I played around with her fat lips with the rest of my fingers, spreading them far apart and dipping into her wet cunt, feeling the slippery membranes give and spread.