John's eyes searched across her body, down from her now throbbing nipples and along the softly rising and falling flesh of her flat belly, down to the little patch of dark hair at the base of it. He swallowed hard, seeing that it was exposed so nakedly to his view-in the burlesque houses, he remembered, the striptease artistes were always required to wear at least a G-string-and felt a sharp stab of desire shoot through him, searing him like a flame.
He took a step toward her, suddenly wanting to run his hands over her silken-soft skin, to stroke the snowy mounds of her breasts, to press his own loins, his burgeoning cock still encased in his clothes deep up against her naked pussy.
Penny glanced at him as he approached, a cynical little smile playing about her wetly glistening lips, then dismissed him with a shrug and a backward glance over her shoulder as she stepped gracefully across the room to Tom.
John swallowed hard again at the sight of her softly undulating naked buttocks, marveling at the grace with which she walked. Oh, God, he thought! He'd never wanted anyone so much in his life as he wanted his own wife right this minute!
He made a wry face and laughed bitterly. It was right this minute that he couldn't have her! It was right this minute, practically, that his guest, Tom Brown was going to screw this voluptuous brunette wife of his, going to shoot his hard throbbing cock deep up into her tightly clasping cunt.
She was standing in front of Tom now, turning slowly and gracefully before him, showing off her good points-they were myriad, John thought-myriad-the way female slaves on the auction block must have paraded for the benefit of potential buyers. But now Penny spoke in a husky voice. "You like?" she asked lewdly.
Tom gulped, nodding, too excited to trust himself to speak.
"You want?" she stared at him provocatively, rotating her hips again, making it plain just what it was she had to give. And as Tom gulped again, nodding again, her hand went out to unknot his tie and strip it off, to unbutton his shirt… Her hand dropped to his trousers then and with a lewd little laugh Penny began to stroke the hardened bulge beneath them while tiny points of ecstasy seemed to explode all across his skin. Jesus, he thought, as her question, "You want?" reverberated in his mind. Did he ever! He wanted Penny so much he couldn't wait much longer. His balls ached viciously and his loins burned like a blast furnace. With a shudder and a groan he began to tear at his clothes too, wriggling out of his jacket, ripping off his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. He stepped out of them as Penny's soft warm hand insinuated itself beneath his jockey shorts to maneuver his rigid cock out into the open.
Her fingers curled around the hugely throbbing shaft and she ran a nail along the sensitive underpart of it. Oh, Christ! This broad sure knew the score! But he did too, he thought boastfully, and by God he was going to give her the kind of fucking she'd never had in her life, never even imagined. "Daddy's gonna be good to you, baby," he said between clenched teeth. "Real good!"
Penny had dropped to her knees now and was stroking his raging cock with renewed energy, pulling the heavy foreskin back, running her fingers across the bloated, sensitive head. She looked up, giving him a mocking smile. "Then what's daddy waiting for?" she asked.
"No one goddamned thing!" he sputtered, pushing her away in order to strip off his shorts. "Not one goddamned thing!"
He stood before her then, his huge thick cock jutting out like a pole from his burning loins. Oh, Jesus! Was he ever going to ram it up into her quivering cunt! Was he! Suddenly he bent down, slipping his hands beneath her arms and lifting her to her feet. She stood before him for an instant-Christ! There were little electric sparks shooting from her body to his, like fleas leaping from one dog to another, burning his skin-when he suddenly spun her around. He ran his hand lewdly down her back, drawing one finger quickly along the narrow crevice between her two quivering ass-cheeks, then pushed her forward urgently, marching her across the room to the desk there.
Penny looked around over her shoulder at him, her face now masked with her surprise. What on earth was he doing? What?
She cleared her throat, stammering, "Tom. Tom…"
"Bend over," he ordered harshly.
Penny looked at him again and now she saw a glint of cruelty in his eyes, a sadistic twitch to his lips. "Bend over," he ordered again. Penny opened her mouth to protest but no words came.
She felt Tom's naked loins pressed against her quivering buttocks now, felt the rigid flesh of his huge cock pushed deep into the crevice between them. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, dear God!"
Her muscles tensed and she recoiled instinctively as Tom's hands slipped forward to stroke maddeningly at her snowy breasts. His fingers trapped the ruby-like buds of her nipples, teasing them until she gasped with pleasure… and then one hand left her naked breast to trail down her softly quivering belly, down to the wisps of dark pubic hair at the base of it. He reached beneath her, into the "vee" there between her legs, one fingertip gliding tantalizingly over the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending shock waves of pleasure through her trembling body.
She jerked forward slightly, and Tom slid his hand farther between her legs, running a fingertip along the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt now, sparking off new and even more thrilling sensations. He paused to part the fleshy lips, to let his middle finger worm its way up into her narrow clasping pussy.
As he pushed forward, his huge throbbing cock pressed deep up against the narrow split of her ass-cheeks, his middle finger teasing deep into her cunt, Penny groaned and whispered, "Oh, God! What are you going to do to me?"
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Tom hissed.
"Oh, yes!" A sigh of resignation escaped Penny's quivering lips. What on earth had she let herself in for? she wondered. And then shaking her head she reflected sadly that she knew full well. But why? Why? And for that, she realized, there was no such ready answer… but Tom insisted, for some reason of his own, to spell out the details of what he had in mind. "I'm going to fuck you from behind," he announced suddenly.
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes…!" he insisted and then as if to prove it suddenly dropped to his knees to flick his tongue out against the quivering white skin of her straining buttocks, hurtling it down the length of the sweating crevice there.
Penny moaned in shocked delight, then seemed to fold her body up in a strange forward position, leaning her elbows on the desk now, supporting her body on her hands. Tom's tongue flicked out just then once more, now darting up into the tiny puckered ring of her anus.
Again she groaned and in a sudden reflex motion she screwed her buttocks back against his licking tongue, reveling in this new and intense sensation. Oh, God! She had expected ecstasy from Tom one more time. But this was something beyond her comprehension, something she had never felt before. Oh, God! She'd never even dreamed of anything that would ignite her the way his perverted assault upon her defenseless loins
now did, never imagined the sheer and all-pervading joy that resulted from
it!
But a moment later the joy turned to a chilling dread as Tom stood, pressing the thick bloated head of his penis into the split between her widespread buttocks even more insistently. Suddenly she was aware of its inordinate size, its unbelievable thickness and length. A shudder ran through her and she cringed forward, trying to escape the cruel impalement which she knew would inevitably follow. "No," she whimpered through clenched teeth, shivering with the fear she could no longer conceal. "Oh, Tom… no!"
He laughed coarsely, closing his hands around the tops of her thighs, digging his fingers into the soft flesh.