"Oh! Pete, stop! I don't – I never – ahhhhh – OH!"
Her legs swung apart. Her pussy opened to me and her hands came down on my head, the fingers digging into my hair. All the while she kept crying out for me to stop and at the same time she moaned and writhed at the feel. I guess she had a hangup about it, but was finding my tongue too strong and exciting to resist.
"Pete, no, no – ohhhhh, christalmighty! Ahhhhhh…"
Her clit was big and stiff and dripping now. I had my mouth around it, working the lips up and down the meaty length as I gave her all the suction I could. Both hands were still on her tits, pulling them this way and that. More than once. I lost one as she threw her body back and forth. They were big and slippery now.
"It's sooo good… stop… no, no – ohhhh…"
I let go of one of her tits and brought the hand down to her cunt. As I sucked, I wormed two fingers into the slippery red folds of cunt tissue. When I was in up to the knuckles, I started twisting the fingers around in circles and slowly pumping them in and out. Her ass jerked up, throwing her clit deep into my mouth.
"Fuck – suck me! Suck meeee!!" I looked up as I speeded up the finger-fucking. She was a sight. Her hands were over her eyebrows and she threw her head back and forth. Long strands of red hair were plastered to her wet chest and shoulders. Other strands flew back and forth on the pillow. Her lips were flecked with spit and her chest heaved.
I was working up a steaming froth in her cunt. As I lashed her clit with my tongue, I twisted my face to and fro fast, giving the entire open gash a massage. Her red, tender inner lips and membranes seemed to meet onto my cheeks.
"Oh, yes – yessss! Eat me! Suck my cunt! Do it, do it! Ahhhhhhh…" Her fingers were digging holes in the back of my head. She was guiding me in my actions now, with nothing holding her back.
As I poked her and sucked, I shifted fingers, inserting my thumb up her cunt and positioning my middle finger on the warm button of her asshole. She was wet there too, from the pussy flow, so I had no trouble piercing that wrinkled, brown hole. I slid the finger up and began fucking her two holes with every stroke of my hand.
Her entire body left the bed for a second and she screamed so loud I was afraid the neighbors might hear. Then she started making these noises that came from deep in her somewhere: low, groaning animal sounds.
"Uhhhhhummmmmm…"
She had one of the biggest, wettest cunts I had ever seen. My palm was beginning to drip from the heat and moisture that was being churned up. I left her clit for a few seconds, just long enough to give her pussy a good swabbing. I licked from the top, going down the inner lips on both sides, then worked her over around where my fingers were and then dropped under them to the space between her holes. When I went back up to her clit and surrounded it with my lips again, I looked up at her.
She was still making those weird, groaning sounds. Now her eyes were open, but I couldn't see anything but the whites. Her eyeballs were rolled up in her head, looking like some sort of spaced-out sex zombie.
Then she started cumin. For the next five minutes she screamed and went stiff all over, relaxed, groaned, screamed more, clawed at my head, cried, shuddered, relaxed and did it all again.
By now my cock was so hard it felt like it was going to drill a hole in the mattress. I could have gone for a blowjob in a big way, but I knew that in her condition there was no way. So, before she was wiped out completely, I pulled my head from her cunt and climbed on top of her. She grabbed at my cock and rammed it into her.
"Fuck me – fuck my hole! Cum in me!"
Her long legs bucked as her heels dug into the bed and her strong thighs and big ass bounced me around. As I pumped, I brought my face down on hers. My face and lips were shining with her pussy juice. Our lips met and she began sucking me wildly, going for my tongue and dragging it into her mouth.
"Mmmm, baby," I grunted. "I'm gonna fuck you dry!"
She made some more noises, high-pitched little sounds, and threw troth arms around my neck. My cock slammed in and out and once again my balls were bouncing around on her ass. This was one broad who never let up. The more she got, the more she turned it on.
I made a few nips with my mouth at her hard nipples. They were huge and shining. Then I began kissing her everywhere, including under the arms, where I chewed at her soggy clumps of red hair.
After just a few minutes of this, my balls exploded and I sent another load of warm cum into her hole. I shuddered; my whole body felt like one big goose-pimple as my twitching groin banged against hers again and again. Then I pulled back and my wilted, slippery prick flopped out of her, trailing drops of thick cum across the sheet. I fell down next to her and breathed deeply.
We lay quiet for several minutes. When I felt recovered and the sweat was beginning to evaporate, I sat up. She remained on her back, looking up at me contentedly, a warm smile on her lips and a grateful look in her eye.
"Doris," I said, "we gotta do this again, and soon."
"It was good, wasn't it?" she said. "Pete, I never had it like this before."
"I guess I showed you a few things, huh?"
She blushed, knowing what I was talking about. "I always thought it was… dirty to do that. But nothing that feels that good can be bad."
"You know it," I said. Poor broad. Old Fred, the sanitary computer man, probably sprayed her with Lysol before he even stuck a finger in.
"Listen, Doris, when can I see you again?"
She sat up and sighed. "I – I don't know. If Fred ever found out… you can't keep coming here. The neighbors will see the truck outside. I don't know, Pete." She looked at me hopefully, though, wanting me to come up with an idea. I had her hooked for sure.
"You drive, Doris?"
She nodded her head. "The Ford in the driveway."
"Well, listen. I live over by the reservoir on Pine Way. It's deserted there and you could come out once in a while, maybe. Here, I'll give you my number."
I was climbing into my work pants. I reached for the shirt, got a pen and some paper, and wrote the number down. I walked over to the bed and handed it to her.
"Call me anytime," I said. "I'm there after work and also lunch hour on most days. Can I call you?"
"I don't know," she said. "I guess so, but only between eight and five. I don't want you to call when Fred's home." She got up and went to the closet, reached in, and came out with a robe.
"Sure, I understand," I said. "Boy, lookit the time, will ya! I better get my ass in gear." The clock on the night table said almost noon. Old Carl was gonna bust a gut.
Two minutes later, after a good, long kiss and a promise to meet again soon, I was in the truck heading back to town.
CHAPTER THREE
Mrs. Stanyon lived in a development on the east end of Northridge Township. I had been up there a few times before. In fact, one of the broads I'd been banging – Lois Kranz – lived a few streets over from Doris.
I pulled out of the tract of houses and onto Broad Street. It was one hell of a hot day. The sun was beating down and there wasn't a breeze in the air. The road back to town is a wide, macadam jobber, newly finished. It cuts through a big forest for a couple of miles and then you come into town. Northridge is a funny place. It's an old town with an old railroad depot and buildings like out of the Gay Nineties. But as soon as you get out of the old town a half-mile in any direction, there's all sorts of modern shopping centers, schools, and housing developments.
It all started in the late fifties, when everybody started moving up from New York. I liked it better the old way; I got plenty of good memories from when I was a kid, running around in the woods, having apple fights in the orchards, and like that. Now, most of the orchards are gone and pretty soon there won't be any woods left. On the other hand, as long as they keep coming in, I'll never have to sweat for work, being a plumber and all. And I gotta admit, putting it to middle-class, Bronx pussy is a lot better than romping in the woods with the guys.