He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding in and out of her wet cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard, immovable objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn’t cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never…!
He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her rectum. She gripped him tight between her9mprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that Goren’s wife was approaching her orgasm. He continued the merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his muscled body.
“Aaaagggghhhh, tuck it, tuck it, that’s it, lover, tuck it hard.
Fuuuuuccccckkkkiiiiittttt!“
She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned crotch.
Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release.
And then- “I’m… there… oh God I’m there! I’m… cccccuuuuuummmmmjiiiinnnnggg!”
The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing his eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him.
Barry felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as her loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great, swirl of heat which was building, building in his testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass.
A long moment passed, and Lynn said quietly, “That was lovely, Barry. It really was lovely. I don’t know when I’ve been fucked so good."
He didn’t answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, self-deprecation. But they weren’t forthcoming. He felt only like a full blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his masculine ego. With Kim, he had never known that feeling, had known only a vague, veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.
Kim. His wife’s name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile man fought the thoughts away, and he simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the permeating odor of their consummated lust.
He felt Lynn stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said, “I’m going to teach you things you never even knew existed. Would you like that?”
He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a tremor course through his loins. Could he get another hardon so soon? Was that possible? “Yes,” he answered. “Yes, teach me, teach me!”
Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glands opening, causing a thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm juices before they could fully coagulate on his genitals. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Barry’s prick was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her expert oral manipulations. She drew her head back and let him see her smile, and then she said, “I’m going to kiss your lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I’ll suck you for a while. Would you like that?”
“Yes… oh, yes!”
“After that, we’ll take a towel and go out in the rear yard. We’ll sixty-nine under the open sky. Have you ever done that before, ‘Barry?”
“No, God, it sounds wonderful!“
“It will be,” she promised. “It will be, lover.”
As she bent her head to his cock and his balls again, Barry knew that this was going to be an afternoon he would not soon forget.
When the doorbell rang, Kim Sutton was busily vacuuming the living room. With Barry gone, she had decided that it was a good time to do a little spring housecleaning; she had been hard at that chore-rearranging furniture, waxing floors, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning out closets and cupboards-since he’d left for the Gorens’ cabin some two hours earlier. She hadn’t even paused to fix herself something to eat.
At the sound of the door chimes, she switched off the vacuum and ran one slender hand through her long raven hair. She looked down at her attire-black, stirrup-tooted stretch pants and a sleeveless, pale green jersey blouse-and ruefully hoped it wasn’t anybody important (like Barry’s agent or somebody, even though she knew that was ridiculous). She padded across to the door and opened It, and her eyes widened in momentary surprise. But then she smiled warmly and said, “Why… hello, Jack! This is a pleasant surprise!”
Jack Goren smiled cheerily at her. “Hi, Kim. Looks like you’ve been doing a little housework.”
“A lot of it, actually,” Kim corrected lightly. “Won’t you come in?’ “Thanks.” He stepped in past her. “Nice little place you got here,” he observed.
“Well, it’s pretty small. As soon as Barry finishes the novel, and we get the rest of the money according to his contract, we’re going to move into something a little larger.”
“Don’t pick Sea Cliff,” Goren said. “Too damned much fog.”
Kim laughed. “Can I get you something, Jack?”
“No, thanks. Listen, Kim, the reason I dropped over is that I had a great idea.
I was sitting home, staring at the television, and I got to thinking how you were likely home all alone, too. Well, since our spouses are both up at the cabin in Salmoon Creek, I said to myself, "Why shouldn’t Kim and I drive up and meet them there? We could all have dinner together, to sort of celebrate things.” He grinned down at her. “What do you think of the idea?’ “Well… I don’t know. If Barry’s working on his novel…
“I don’t really think he’d mind. After all, this is the first day up there; he’s going to have many more of them in which to work. I thought it would be enjoyable for all of us. And it’ll give you a chance to look over the old man’s new workshop.”
“Well…“ Kim said again. “All right, maybe it would be fun at that. Shall I change my clothes?’ “Heck, no,” Goren answered. He waved a hand to indicate his polo shirt and sports slacks and canvas shoes. “Ultra-casual, that’s the epitome of sartorial elegance, as far as I’m concerned.”