But before she could speak he was pressing her down underwater again. She grabbed what breath she could before her head splashed down to the lifeless underwater sex she was being forced to experience. Jerry rode his cock so far into her that what air she'd been able to take in now escaped in a painful scream. She had enough of her wit about her not to take in water. She held her breath and waited for him to shoot his wad.
Jerry pounded his hot meat into the underwater shithole. His cock pulsed and throbbed, ready to drownAnne's incredible asshole. He could feel the tight sphincter muscle beginning to contract on the thick shaft of his meat. He wanted to shoot off. He was just about ready.
Anne jerked her head above water, against the incredible pressure Jerry had around her neck. She went instantly down again with enough air to last for ten seconds and no more. If she had to, she thought, now, she would reach her hand back and rip out his nuts in order to avoid drowning.
It was then that Jerry lunged forward in a surge of orgasmic pleasure. His jism shot down into the underwater canyon. The shithole filled with come and opened wide like a man's jaw. He plowed the rest of his come into Anne's butt and then fell backwards.
She came up breathless and fatigued, ready to drop dead. She'd never been so close to losing her life while fucking. She wondered if Jerry hadn't gone just a little bit crazy in the time she'd not seen him. She looked at him recuperating on the pool steps.
"That scared me, Jerry," she said.
"Tough shit," he said, "I liked it, baby."
"You know," she said, "you haven't changed a bit."
"Neither have you," he said. "Neither have you."
She walked past him up the pool steps. He watched her legs, the legs he'd once so admired and loved, disappear into the women's locker room. He stood up and headed for the viewing platform.
He hadn't had his trunks back on for five minutes when the pool opened again.
Members streamed in and filled the Pier Side Club with laughter and splashing and swimming. Jerry took his position up on the lifeguard perch watching them, wondering, thinking to himself that he did not know how he'd gone wrong with those lovely, perfectly sculptured legs that Anne would probably now deny him for the rest of his life. He smiled, however, when he reminisced about her perfectly shaped asshole choked full with his thrusting meat. That made him very, very happy.
Chapter 10
Sue Bender dozed on the livingroom couch. The fucking with Carla and Nick had left her exhausted. But more than tired, no matter what she told either of them, she remained unsatisfied. WhenCarla andNick hadfinally left, together, Sue tried to nap.
But it didn't work. She had an itch in her cunt and a twitch in her asshole. It wasn't the kind of thing she would have told anybody but she admitted to herself that she remained horny.
At first she tried sending her finger roving in her own asshole. But the stimulation was second rate, at best. She needed a big cock in there, and she wanted it soon.
She tried massaging her slit, thinking that perhaps a quick little tug on her clit would get her off. But she knew from months of experience in her married life with Jack that such prodding and fucking never really worked. Finally, in a last desperate move, she whipped out her telephone book and dialed the number of a man she'd seen once or twice while she was married.
To her surprise, Howard Goddard answered the phone immediately. "Howard," shesaid. "Remember me?Susan Bender?"
"No, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I do," said the husky male voice at the other end of the line.
"Maybe if I tell you," suggested Susan, "that I was the one who wanted something special?"
"Of course," said Howard. "How could I forget." Then, in a lusty whisper, he asked: "Is that asshole of yours as tight and juicy as ever?"
"How would you like to find out for yourself?" answered Susan.
"When?"
"Now."
"I'll be right over." The phone went dead. Susan hung up her end of the line and headed for the bathroom. In front of the mirror she inspected her passionate body. The fine lines of her full tits were round and curvy. The nipples were erect, merely because she was thinking how nice it was going to be to have a professional cock shot up her bunghole. While she thought about Howard's dick coming shooting up her asshole her cunt began to pulse.
She quickly massaged her clit with a few deft strokes. The big piece of cunt meat slid back and forth neatly under her accurately stimulating index finger.
Soon the juice flowed — plentifully and she wondered of she even needed Howard Goddard at all. But she decided, painfully, to put off masturbating herself until Howard arrived.
She hopped into the shower singing a pleasant little tune. While she soaped her soft belly and breasts, she hummed "Mares Eat Oats." When she arrived at her asshole she switched to "Beautiful Dreamer." And when she did her cunt, she sang word to "Chattanooga Choo-Choo."
She dried herself off in front of the mirror and made sure tocover herlovely bodywith allsorts of effervescent aromas. She sprayed her underarms and her crotch, used a bit of powder on her nose and finally slipped into a one piece dress. She wore no underwear nor did she use a bra. She combed her long dark hair into place. Then she took a seat in the livingroom and waited for the door bell to ring. sure enough, a few minutes later, Howard Goddard knocked and entered Susan Bender's apartment. "It's been a while," he said, closing the door behind him.
"It sure has," said Susan. She was thinking of her hollow asshole soon to be filled by Howard's gigantic cock. "I missed you." She came off the couch and pressed her body against his in warm embrace and hug.
He leaned forward and kissed her somewhat formally on the cheek. "Mmmm," he said. "It's good to see you, Susan."
"It seems like only yesterday," said Susan Bender. She led Howard to the couch by holding into his hand. He slid next to her. His hand landed gracefully, and as Susan expected, in her long thigh.
"I like it when you touched me that way a few months ago," she said. "Why'd you disappear?"
Howard furrowed his brow. He had dark features and spoke with aplomb. His eyebrows were heavy and they went up and down like little plastic curves on string when he spoke. "Well, you know, Susan, I didn't think you wanted to risk your marriage just then."
"We separated," said Susan. She put her hand on Howard's thigh. "I don't expect," she said, lying through her teeth, "that I'll ever see Jack again."
"Oh," said Howard. "In one way I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be," said Susan. She immediately put her hand down into Howard's crotch.
"You see, Howard, now that I'm alone I'm much more of the woman I've always wanted to be."
"I see," said Howard. "That's good." He watched Susan's hand tour his crotch.
She grabbed at the bulge in his trousers and dropped her other hand into the battle for exposure. In another minute she had Howard's cock sticking out of his pants. She'd pulled down the fly on his pants and had securely located Mr.
Goddard's prick in her right fist. She squeezed, trying to milk the blood up into the blooming hot mushroom head, and now was dropping her face into the tip.
"You ready for this?" asked Susan.
"Of course, dear," said Howard. Still maintaining his distance, he stole a look at her long legs. Then he dropped his hands around her arched back-she'd bent over his crotch-and reached down into the exposed groove at her asshole. His cock slid neatly down her throat.
"Mmmmm," they both hummed.
"You haven't forgotten your old touch, I see."
"No," said Howard. "Certainly not." He smiled and pulled her dress up over her head. "There's the lovely lady I've been wanting to see."