CHAPTER ONE
"Would you care to dance, Kathy?" Paul Connors asked, leering down at the woman as she sat on the couch.
"Umm, no, I don't think so," Kathy replied, looking with distaste at her husband's boss.
She could not help noticing his cock bulge, prominent in the tight trousers he was wearing. She wished for the nth time that she had worn a different dress that evening; the dress she had on left her heavy breasts exposed almost down to her pink nipples, and all of her back exposed right down to her lush hips.
She thought wearing the thing made her look like an expensive whore, but Cliff, her husband, had insisted she wear it. He wanted to impress his boss any way he could.
"Nonsense," Paul said, reaching down to grab her hand, then pulling her to her feet.
"I said I didn't want to," Kathy said, hoping her husband would say something, but he just smiled and waved at her drunkenly: "Go ahead, honey. You're the only one left."
Kathy clenched her jaws shut, thinking to herself that her husband would kiss his boss's ass while he was taking a shit if his boss told him to. Paul led her across the darkened living room, his arm about her waist, his hand hot on her thinly clad hip. Kathy tried to grab his other hand and keep her distance from him, but he slipped his arm about her waist and pulled her lush body close to his. Even with her high heels on, the man towered over her. She had always felt intimidated by him, but tonight it had been worse than ever. Kathy was thirty-three, but she had a perfect body - lush curves with just enough flesh as padding, a gently curved, taught belly the rose to a fine ribcage and chest. Her breasts, the size of coconuts, still sat proudly on her chest with just a hint of sag to them; her smallish nipples were upswept, and stiffened easily. She had always been proud of her body, but now she wished that she were a bit uglier or fatter.
Paul Connors pulled her up against him until her large breasts were pressed against him; Kathy blushed when she felt the large log of the man's stiffening cock against her tummy, but she did not try to pull away from him. Her husband needed this job, and so did she and her daughter.
"If I were your husband, there's no way I'd let you dance with another man, even my boss," Paul said,
purposely rubbing his dick harder against her belly.
"Well, you're not my husband," Kathy said weakly, hoping that the music would end.
"I wish I was - I'd give anything to fuck you!"
"Please, you've no right to talk to me that way," Kathy said, trying to control her anger.
She wished he would quit rubbing her naked back, but she had to admit that it felt good. Despite her anger, she let herself lean against him a bit harder. Kathy's breath froze in her throat when she felt him shift slightly. The hand on her back slid down till he was cupping her ass in his big hand, and his other palm was suddenly pressed against the side of her breast through the thin fabric of the dress. "What do you think you're doing?" Kathy hissed as Paul squeezed her perfect asscheek and pulled her body even tighter against his growing cockbulge. It felt huge against her belly.
"I'm feeling your ass," Paul replied in a soft voice, aware that he was going too far, expecting the woman to scream or slap him.
When she didn't, he squeezed her succulent flesh harder, and asked innocently: "Do you mind?"
"Of course I mind!" Kathy said, and tried feebly to break away from him.
But it was no use. He was much stronger than she was, and her legs felt weak and rubbery. If he let
go of her, she thought that she would probably fall to the floor.
"Please, just let me go, and I won't tell my husband."
"I don't think you'll tell him anyway; not unless you want him fired. Anyway, I think you like it when a man just takes what he wants, don't you?"
"You're sick!" Kathy gasped.
"So why don't you call out to him; he's right over there. I'm sure he'd wake up if you screamed." Kathy bit her lip, and looked away from the man's hard eyes. He was right - they needed the job. They were right on the edge of bankruptcy, and they could not afford it if Cliff lost this job. She heard Paul chuckle, and felt him shift his body again, and thought for a hopeful moment that he was going to let her go. Her hopes were crushed, and she drew in a deep breath as he slipped the hand that he been rubbing her breast in between them. Before she could think what to do, he had his fingers circled around her tit globe, and was squeezing the firm mound gently. Kathy moaned, and looked over at her husband. He was nodding on the couch, and she had seen him drunk often enough to know that he was on the verge of passing out. Kathy tried to order her thoughts, but it was impossible to concentrate with the man's hands on her body. She was surprised that he would be bold enough to grab her in front of her husband, but she was even more surprised at how good his hands felt on her. It had been ages since she and Cliff had made love, and as much as she disliked Paul Connors, she had to admit that he knew how to use his hands. He lifted her breast slightly, squeezed it harder, and then trapped thestiffening nub of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted it softly, then a bit harder.
"Ohhnnn, please, just let me go!" Kathy finally gasped, and mehow twisted out of his arms.
She looked at him, breathing heavily. He smiled calmly back at her, and reached down and leisurely rubbed his cock through his pants.
"You bastard!" she breathed, and then turned and ran up the stairs on legs that felt as though they were going to collapse.
Her breast still felt warm from his skilled touch, and she shut the door after her as she entered the bedroom. She had just peeled the dress off when she heard a low whistle behind her, and then a click as the door was shut again. She turned, expecting to see her husband, but it was Paul Connors. Kathy let out a startled gasp, and backed up against the wall, covering her heaving breasts with her arms. "What are you doing up here? I told you to leave!"
"No, you didn't," Paul said, walking into the room, feasting his eyes on the woman's lush body.
It was even better than he'd imagined. All she had on was a pair of g-string panties, and her arms left quite a bit of creamy tit flesh exposed.
"Well, I am now - get out, or I will tell my husband, and call the police!"
"I don't think you will, Kathy," he said, stepping closer to her, looking down into her wide blue eyes. Kathy opened her mouth the say something, to tell him he was wrong, when she felt his fingers grazing over the satin skin of her belly. Before she could do anything, his hand moved, dipping lower - then he was rubbing her pussy mound through the thin silk of her panties. Kathy's mouth dropped open as Paul pushed his finger up into her already wet slit through the panties.
"Ohhhh, fuck, what are you doing? Who do you think you are?"
Paul did not say anything; he just pushed his finger up her pussy until it reached her clit. Kathy kept telling herself she would scream, but when the man's skilled finger reached her swollen clit her breath froze in her throat. She wavered in indecision; if she pushed his arm away, she would be exposing her breasts, but the man's skilled finger massaging her swollen love button was making waves of pleasure wash through her mind.
"You like that, Kathy?" Paul whispered.
"I can feel your pussy juice right through these panties. Wouldn't you rather have my cock there than my finger?"
"Noo," Kathy moaned, shaking her head.
"No, I just wish you would leave, please!"
"Let me see your tits and I will, baby," Connors whispered against the skin of her throat, making her body shudder softly.
"Unnhhh, oohhhhnnn, I . . . I shouldn't do that," she said, her resolve weakening.
Her cunt felt ready to explode, and she did not trust the man . . . she did not even think of screaming now. Slowly, hesitantly, she lowered her arms, exposing her firm, proud breasts. They stood up like twin hills on her fine chest, heaving with her labored breath. The cherry red nipples were pointy, and poking out almost three-quarters of an inch.
"Please," she said in a weak voice:
"You said you'd quit . . . feeling me down there."
"So I did," said Paul, still leering at her tits.
They were perfect. He slid his hand from her panty-covered pussy, up her belly; then he was scooping one of the perfect globes up in his hard, hot palm. He lifted the heavy globe slightly, as though to see how much it weighed. Kathy drew in a deep breath and looked down at the man's hand as he squeezed her tit, gently at first, then a bit harder, digging his fingers into the silky soft flesh. "Ohhnnnn, noo, you said you'd quit touching me," she moaned, but made no move to push his hand away from her swollen breast.
Her arms hung down at her sides, and her face was flushed a deep red as she stared down at his hand. Kathy was in a daze - her breasts had always been super- sensitive, and her cunt was itching crazily. Connors bent forward, and she tried to turn her head away half-heartedly, but then his lips were on hers. She clenched her jaws shut as she felt his tongue probing at her full lips . . . there was no way she was going to let this animal kiss her. But then he was sliding his hand back down her belly. His fingers dipped inside of her panties, pushed through the fine hair of her cunt, and rubbed up against her clit again. In the sharp wave of pleasure, Kathy's mouth dropped open, and then Paul's tongue was in her mouth and he was kissing her hotly, leaning into her and kneading her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Kathy's jaws dropped open further as the man pushed his thick tongue further into her mouth. She moaned helplessly as he kissed her, unable to stop herself, barely able to think as his fingers worked their magic. Then she felt him take her hand in his. She felt something hard poke against her hip, and realized dimly that he had taken his cock out; a moment later he pushed her soft palm against his rock hard meat. She shuddered, and helplessly wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. She was not even trying to pull her mouth away from his anymore, and she began sucking softly, tentatively on his tongue. She squeezed his cock tighter without thinking about it . . . it felt so nice, so big. Kathy mewled softly into Connors mouth, and began moving her hips, pushing her pussy harder against his magic hand; then she began to rub her hand up and down the length of his fat, thick piece of meat. Kathy felt another shudder wash through her body; she tilted her head slightly, and sucked harder on Connors agile, thick tongue as it fucked in and out of her mouth. Finally she tore her mouth from his, cried out softly: "Ohhnnn, fuck, that feels sooo fuckin' good! I'm gonna get
off, you bastard, yessssss!" she screamed.
Through the waves of her orgasm, she felt the man lowering her to the floor, but she was helpless to resist as his fingers kept tickling her clit and spearing her wet, tight pussy. She felt a sudden pressure, and then heard a ripping sound as he tore her panties from her body. He took his hand from her pussy, and Kathy cried out as she felt his fat cock knob find the pouting lips of her cunt. He sunk his dick
into her in one long, slow thrust.
"Ohhhhhhnnnnnnn, yessssssssss," Kathy gasped as Connors sunk his big, rock hard dick into her steamy, tight cunt.
His dick was about the same size as her husbands, perhaps a bit fatter, but it felt . . . different in her pussy. She raked her nails over Connors' back as he began fucking her, and spread her legs wider without thinking about it. The man knew how to fuck - there was no question of that - and it had been so long since she and Cliff had made love. She could not resist the urge to grind herself up against him as he drove his long tool in and out of her in long, slow strokes. Connors stared down at Kathy's gorgeous face - her features were twisted with lust as he rocked in and out of her, her pouty lips sagging open as she gasped for air. Her dark, lustrous hair was still pinned in a bun on the back of her head, but it was becoming disarrayed as the man fucked her soundly. It had been a long time since he had felt such perfection in a woman - Kathy's pussy gripped him like a warm, wet hand, and the way she moved beneath him! He stifled a moan, and tried desperately to hold off his orgasm – he wanted to enjoy this as long as he could. Then he felt her cunt spasm, and grip his cock harder - she bucked beneath him, and cried out loudly. His belly smacked wetly into hers as he fucked her harder - he felt her knees rise, felt her twisting and writhing beneath him and realized she was getting off again. Connors kissed her, muffling her cries, and she returned the kiss hotly, Locking her legs around the backs of his. Dimly, through her own orgasm, Kathy felt Connors' body stiffen - then he was tearing his mouth from hers, rising to his knees. He jacked his dick, and grunted as he got off - the first glob of cum jetted out, landing on her aristocratic face, trailing over one closed eye, her high, fine cheekbone, and her panting lips. The second glob landed on her heaving breast mound, and the third on her gently curved belly.
"That was nice, Kathy," she heard him say, and heard the rustle of his clothes.
She could not bear to open her eyes, could not bear to look at him - but she could not resist the urge to lick the cum off her lips, either.
CHAPTER TWO
The next week was an agony for Kathy - she told herself repeatedly that Connors had raped her, that she had responded to him merely because she was drunk, and neglected by Cliff. It had been so long
since he had fucked her. She tried to make love to him again a week later, but he pushed her away. "I'm not in the mood, honey," he told her.
"Let me get used to this new job, and then . . . " he chuckled, and squeezed her tittie, then went back to his paperwork.
Kathy went upstairs and fingered herself into an orgasm; but it seemed weak compared to the ones that Connors had given her. The next day, in the afternoon, the pool boy came. Kathy usually made it a point to go in when he went to work, but she was to comfortable today - and a bit drunk, anyway. "Hi, Mrs. Peele," he said, coming to stand beside her chaise, looking down at her lush, glowing body.. "Hi, Jim," Kathy answered.
"How are you doing today?" She could not help but notice the young man staring at her tits - they were barely contained in the skimpy swimsuit she was wearing that day - and she thought to herself that she would go in after all.
"Ohh, I'm doing real good," Jim replied - she was one of the best looking women that he worked for, but one of the most stuck up, too.
She almost always went in when he came to work, and he did not think today would be any different. Then he noticed the pitcher of martini's by the chaise, and that her glass was almost empty.
"Here, let me get you another drink, Mrs. Peele," he said as she leaned forward to get off the chair. Kathy frowned at him, as though forgetting something, but held her glass out to be refilled.
"Thank you, Jim. You're a nice boy." Kathy took a long sip of the drink, and forgot about going in. Jim smiled at her strangely, and peeled off his shirt as he went to work Cleaning the pool. Kathy could not help staring at the college boy's - it was thick with well-defined muscle, and he had an even deeper tan than she did. She caught herself staring at his prominent cockbulge, and looked away quickly, blushing furiously. Then he was standing over her again - she could not help but stare at his cock, easily visible through the loose shorts he was wearing. She started, and looked up into his eyes as he casually reached down and rubbed the length of his schlong through the shorts. She looked up into his brown eyes from her green ones, and blushed an even brighter red - there was no way he had missed her staring at his cock.
"I've got the bill over here on the bar, if you want to sign it, Mrs. Peele," he smiled down at her, taking hold of her hand and helping her to her feet. Kathy frowned at him, thinking that was hardly proper - he was getting to familiar with her! - but she let him lead her to the bar. She took the pen, and leaned against the bar to sign the bill when she felt his hand on her back. A shiver went through her at the feel of his hot hand on her oily-slick back.
"That's a great suit you got on today, lady," Jim smiled down at her.
He rubbed his fingers over her silky skin; they paused at the small knot that held her bikini top on, then dipped down to the small of her back.
"Umm, thank you, Jim, but I really don't think you should be noticing things like that," Kathy murmured. She turned around, and his hand glided from her back, over her hip, till it was resting on her gently curved tummy. Kathy leaned back against the bar weakly, tilted her head to look up at the young man. She had never realized he was so tall; he seemed to tower over her.
"Please take your hand off me, Jim," she said weakly, but did not even try to push him away.
Jim acted as though he had not even heard her; "I couldn't help but notice, Mrs. Peele!" he enthused. "That suit really shows off your tits!"
"How . . . how dare you talk to me that way, young man!" she gasped, shocked that he would say such a thing - but she still made no move to push his hand away, or to step away from him. His hand was flat on her belly now, and she looked down at it dumbly. Surely this boy did not think she would allow him to get away with anything.
"I'm not that young, Mrs. Peele," he murmured, pressing his hand more firmly against her gently curved tummy.
"I'm twenty two. My girlfriend just paid two grand for a boob job, and hers don't look near as good as yours!"
About this he was not lying - this was the first chance he had had to study Kathy's tits up close, and they were perfect.
"I really think you'd better leave now, Jim." Kathy said, and finally pushed his hand off of her belly. She could feel her legs trembling, and looked away from his brown eyes. Jim just smiled, and before Kathy realized what he was going to do he was cupping her left breast through the thin fabric of the bikini.
"Mmm, yeah, it feels a lot better, too," Jim said, lifting the large globe slightly in his palm, then squeezing it gently. Kathy's face blushed a deep crimson as the younger man squeezed her sensitive breast harder. She stared down at his hand, thinking to herself that she should do something - she tried to edge away from him, but his other arm had slipped around her shoulders and held her in place.
She finally blurted: "Get you hands off me or I'll have you fired!"
Jim shrugged: "OK," he said, and shifted his hand to her other breast.
"Wha . . . ohhhnnn, what do you mean?" Kathy gasped as his fingers closed around her tit globe and he began kneading the sensitive flesh. She felt a quiver go through her body, and blushed even deeper when she felt her plump nipple go stiff.
"Go ahead and have me fired, Mrs. Peele - I was getting tired of this job anyway. It's worth it to feel up these titties!"
"Nooooo, uhhhnnn, noo, that's . . . that's not what I meant!" Kathy gasped.
She somehow got her right hand between them, pushed against his chest with it. Her other hand was on the bar, helping to support her. She knew she should be fighting, kicking, screaming, but his hand felt sooo good on her swelling breasts. Waves of pleasure were already washing through her mind, making her head swim and her legs weak. She was not even trying to edge away from him anymore! "Uhhhnnnnn, ohhhnnnnnnnnnn!" Kathy could not help but gasp as Jim captured one of her swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began pinching and twisting it gently through the bikini.
"You really like that, don't you, lady?" Jim whispered in her ear. His left hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her neck, found the knot that held her bikini up.
"No!" Kathy shook her head: "You've no right to . . . OOoooooo, what are you doing?"
Kathy felt like she was in a dream - she wanted desperately to push the boy away, to fight him, but she could barely think now, and her arms and legs were so weak she could barely hold herself up. She felt the boy's hand toying with the knot that held her suit up, and knew she should do something to stop him - but she could not think of what that something was. She moaned in soft horror as she felt him pull on the string, loosening the knot around her neck. Then it was to late - with a soft tug, the knot came loose, and a moment later he pulled the skimpy garment down so that her big, heaving tits were fully exposed to his hungry eyes. The bikini top was now tied uselessly around her belly, held on only by the lower string tie. Jim stared at her perfect breasts for a long moment - her plump nipples had hardened to sharp points, and the heavy mounds sagged slightly, just smaller than coconuts - they wobbled prettily on her fine chest as she shivered . . . then his hand slipped back upwards, and he scooped one of the pliant globes up in his palm, dug his fingers into the silky, firmly soft flesh until he heard her gasping breath. Kathy let out a long, low moan as his fingers brushed over her hard, cherry red nipple, then moaned louder as he began milking her soft, hot flesh. His hand burned her, and made her chest heave with labored breath. Kathy shook her head, not believing what was happening.
Without thinking, she arched her back slightly, pushing her proud breasts out for the young man. Her breath froze in her throat when she felt Jim's hot mouth on the silky skin of her long, slim throat; she trembled at the feel his mouth as it burned into her - his mouth slid around to the front of her throat, and she leaned her head back helplessly. Then his mouth was dropping lower, and before she knew it, he was washing her heaving breasts with his tongue.
"Ohhhnnnn, you . . . you shouldn't do that!" Kathy gasped helplessly as he sucked and licked at her tits, sliding his burning tongue from one to the other. She felt the hand that had been on her tits on her belly again, felt it slipping lower, lower, until his hard fingers began pushing under the g-string that she wore.
"No, please, please stop this!" she cried wildly, finally trying to twist her body away from his skilled mouth and fingers.
"I . . . Ohhnnnnn, god, I'll do anything! Just don't touch me there - don't fuck me!"
At this, Jim straightened, and stared down into her eyes. Her breasts were heaving on her fine ribcage, covered in his spit; her mouth was sagging open, and she was flushed with the lust he had aroused in her.
"Anything, huh?" he asked.
"Yes! How much do you want? I've got cash!"
Kathy suddenly realized that he tits were still exposed, and raised her hands to cover them. It was all she could do to keep herself from pinching her stiff nipples.
"No, nothing like that," Jim smiled down at her.
"I want two things - the first of them is a kiss."
"What's the second?" Kathy asked, biting her lip.
"I won't tell you that till after the first," the infuriating young man said, giving her that odd smile again. Both his hands slipped out, and onto her narrow waist, then slid down to her wide, luscious hips. Despite her misgivings, Kathy nodded her head meekly and muttered, "OK," then turned her face up to his.
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Put your arms around my neck first." Kathy bit her lower lip again, but she could hardly refuse to do what he asked of her now. Hesitantly, she lifted her hands from her swollen breasts and put them on his hard, broad shoulders. The hands on her hips pulled her forward, till her body was pressed tightly against his. The first thing she was aware of was his big cock, still confined in his shorts, pressing into her belly. it felt huge, like a piece of wood. The second thing she was aware of was her large tits, mashed up against his hard, hairy chest. He bent down, and his mouth found hers - she shivered as his hands slid from her hips around till he was cupping the perfect moons of her taut ass. She felt his tongue probe against her pouting lips, and opened her mouth without thinking as he began squeezing the soft flesh of her ass. Kathy had to lean her head back as Jim crushed her soft, trembling body to his hard one. Her jaws dropped open further as he pushed his tongue deeper into her wet, panting mouth. She cautioned herself against responding to his kiss, but as he squeezed her ass harder and ground his hard dick into her pliant belly, she could not help sucking softly on his tongue as it invaded and retreated from her mouth. Kathy let her eyes slip shut; she leaned her head slightly, and opened her mouth further, allowing his tongue to fuck deeper into her hungry mouth - she had to admit the boy was an excellent kisser - she sucked harder on his tongue, and coiled her own small tongue around his, flicked her tongue naughtily into his mouth. Then the young man was pulling away from her - she looked at him dully as he quickly peeled his shorts down. She had a perfect opportunity to run, but it did not even occur to her. Her eyes widened as his big cock log popped out of his shorts, and she could not help staring at the huge tool. It was at least ten inches long, with an angry purple head and dark red and blue veins wreathed around the fat shaft. It stuck straight out from his body.
"I . . . I thought you weren't going to fuck me," she finally said weakly, breaking her gaze away from the younger man's stiff tool.
"I'm not," Jim answered, and jumped up on the bar, so that he was sitting on it. Then he reached out, and cupped her large, firm breasts in his hands, pulled her between his widespread legs. Kathy put her hands on his thighs and stared at his cock as he pulled her closer. Her tits were on the same level as his cock, and he pulled her further forward until his rod was nestled between the soft, heaving mounds; then he began moving them up and down slightly, rubbing the silky skin of her cleavage against his fat tool. Some of his precum leaked from the bulbous head of his cock and smeared off on her firm tit flesh. Kathy shuddered at the feel of the boy rubbing her tits over his cock. She said breathlessly:
"Is this the second thing?"
"No," Jim answered casually, then let go of her breasts.
Kathy automatically moved back half a step, but did not step out of the cradle of his thighs. She stared down at his manhood - it was pointed right at her face, only a foot away.
"I think you already know what I want," Jim smiled at her insolently.
"Suck my cock for me, and I won't fuck you."
"That's . . . that's absurd!" Kathy said, and tried to back out from his legs, but before she could he had
crossed them behind her. Her eyes flashed from his face to his engorged penis and back again.
"How . . . oh, please, how can you expect me to do something like that?" Kathy wailed softly.
"It's your choice, lady - suck it or fuck it."
Kathy looked down at the fat monster apprehensively - she had been raised in a strict household, and had been taught that this sort of thing was obscene. Her husband had tried often, after they were married, to get her to do this to him, but she never had. Then she remembered licking Connors cum off of her lips, and blushed deeply - but she could not help wondering if Jim's cum tasted anything like Connors' had. She started slightly when Jim reached out with one hand and gathered her hair behind her head, but she did not resist as he slowly pulled her head forward and down.
"Just do what comes natural, lady," Jim said roughly:
"I can tell you're a cocksucker - just let yourself go!"
"I don't even do this for my mmphh . . . " Kathy broke off her protest as Jim pulled her head forward that last half inch, so that her pouting parted lips were rubbing against the hot flesh of his bloated knob. She still felt his hand holding her hair, and blushed again when she Realized that he just wanted a good view of her mouth on his cock. Hesitantly, she allowed her jaw to slip open - a shiver went through her when she pushed her small, agile tongue out and licked the fat knob of the strange dick. She lifted her arms, and put her hands on the counter on either side of the boy, then gave the spongy cock knob another lick - it tasted clean but sweaty.
"Lick down the side of it, Mrs. Peele," Jim said breathlessly.
Kathy responded to his orders without thinking, turning her head and trailing her lips and tongue down the side of the fat shaft, marveling a how stiff the flesh felt beneath her luscious lips, leaving a trail of spit and lipstick on the side of the shaft. She licked her way back up to the tip of the angry looking crown, then licked her way back down the other side of the big piece of meat. Kathy moaned softly against the hot flesh of his cock when she felt his other hand slip between their bodies, and once again capture one of her pointy, sensitive nipples. She could hear him breathing heavily, and another tremor went through her when he cupped her whole breast in his palm, began kneading it gently. She turned her head, licking up the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein there with her tongue.
"Take it in your mouth, baby," Jim said, pinching her nipple, causing little shivers to run through Kathy's body. She wanted to tell Jim she would not do that, that to even think such a thing was disgusting - but the next time her mouth moved to the fat knob the young man pushed against the back of her head. Kathy opened her jaws automatically, and before she knew it the fat cockhead was in her mouth, pulsing warmly on her tongue. She moaned helplessly, and opened her jaws wider as Jim pushed her face further down around his rock hard tool. Jim almost came at the sight of the woman's luscious, pouty lips wrapped around his meat, at the way it stretched her gorgeous face out. He felt her agile tongue curl around his shaft, then pulled upward on her hair till just the bulbous knob was inside the ring of her plump lips. Kathy could not resist the urge to suck on the stiff meat in her mouth. She sealed her lips tighter around the stiff schlong and her cheeks hollowed as Jim once again pushed her head downward, so that six inches of his boner slipped into her softly sucking mouth.
"That feels fucking great, Mrs. Peele," Jim groaned loudly as Kathy sucked harder at his blood-swollen member. He was using her hair to guide her greedy mouth up and down his jerking pole, but Kathy no longer cared. She could not believe that the mere act of having a jerking cock in her mouth could have such an effect on her, but there was no way to deny it. She heard the slurping sounds she was making, and she shut her eyes tighter in shame, but could not block out the obscene pleasure she was receiving from the boy fucking his stiff boner into her wet, hot, silky mouth. She sucked harder and harder at the fat shaft, bobbing her head willingly up and down at the boy's direction. Then, suddenly, he was letting go of her hair - she felt his body shudder, felt his cock swell in her mouth and pulled back. A second later Jim's cock shot a thick wad of cum right into her face and hair. Kathy watched in a daze as Jim refastened his shorts and put his shirt back on; then he was picking up the bill, nodding to her as he walked away:
"See you next week, Mrs. Peele. Thanks a lot!"
CHAPTER THREE
With a muted sob, Kathy ran into the house and upstairs to take a shower - she could still not believe what she had just done, and she did not want to admit that the young man had had an easy time of making her do it. She found herself fingering her juicy pussy in the shower until she got off - thinking not of her husband, but of the boys stiff pole jerking in her mouth. When Kathy came out of the shower she heard her phone ringing and picked it up - surprised to find that it was her husband.
"Hi, Cliff," she said, trying to sound as though all was normal.
"How are you doing?"
"Oh, just fine, doll, but the cars not," Cliff said: "It's in the shop, won't be done till tomorrow. How about coming to pick me up?"
"Umm, OK," Kathy said - she still felt woozy from the martini's she had drunk, but she was sober enough to drive.
"When do you want me to come?"
"I'm pretty much done now. Come on along, I should be finished whenever you get here. Just come up to my office."
"OK, see you in a few."
Cliff said goodbye, and hung up. Kathy pulled on a pair of panties and a loose dress that zipped up the back, forgetting to put on a bra. She went straight up to Cliff's office, looking with disapproval at the new secretary he had, a young girl with short, dark blonde hair and a tight, lush body.
"Hi, Mrs. Peele," the younger woman said, smiling brilliantly. "Your husband is waiting right inside." "Thank you," Kathy murmured, and walked through the door.
She noticed her husband was not the only person in the room. Paul Connors was also there. As her husband hugged her, she met the man's eyes over Cliff's shoulder and blushed at the way he was looking at her. She remembered all to well what had happened the other night. Then Cliff was pulling away from her; "Something's come up, honey," he said, smiling at her ruefully. "It'll be about an hour before I'm ready after all. Will that be OK?"
Kathy felt herself getting mad, but before she could say anything, Paul spoke up: "I'll take her up to my office and fix her a drink, Cliff. You just ring us as soon as you're done."
"Yes, that's a good idea," Cliff said.
Before Kathy could think up some excuse why she couldn't do that, Paul had taken her by the arm and led her from the office. On the way to the elevator, Suzi, the secretary, gave her a smug little smile, as though she knew what had happened between her and Paul.
"Umm, maybe I'll just wait in my car," Kathy said as they waited on the elevator. She was looking around nervously. Connors still had a firm grip on her arm, and she did not want to create any type of scene at Cliff's workplace.
"Nonsense," Paul said as the door slid open.
He stepped into the elevator and she followed him on rubbery legs, suddenly nervous - she knew she should not go to his office with him, but she just watched as took his keyring out and stuck it into the control panel of the elevator, then pressed the penthouse button. A few moments later, the doors slid open, and, his hand once again on her arm, he led her into the large office.
"Would you care for drink?" he asked innocently, leading her over to the bar.
"I don't want anything from you!"
"Then why did you come up here, Kathy?" he asked, pulling her in front of him, her back to him. Kathy tried to turn around, but before she could his hands were on her hips. A moment later he pulled her back against his hard body. Kathy groaned softly when she felt his cock lurch against her soft asscheeks. Kathy shook her head. How could this be happening? She finally said in a soft voice: "You brought me up here!"
"Do you know why?" Paul asked, pulling her back tighter against him.
Kathy swallowed nervously when she felt his cock, rock hard now, pushing into the crack of her ass. "No! If you expect anything to happen like it did the other night, you're wrong," Kathy said, but she made no move to push his hands off of her hips.
"Now why don't you just let me go before you do something you'll regret?"
"Let me feel your tits for a few minutes, and I'll do that," Paul whispered in her ear, sliding his hands upward from his wide, lush hips till they were resting on her ribcage.
"Is that OK?"
"No, of course not!" Kathy gasped. "Let go of me now, or . . . Ohhhhhhnnnnn, what are you doing?!" she gasped, louder, as he slipped his hands up a bit further till he was cupping both her big, firm tits in his palms. Kathy's breath froze in her throat as Connors squeezed her breasts gently, and her face flamed a bright red. His cock felt huge pressing against her ass. Finally she reached up with her hands and tried ineffectually to push his hands away from her succulent flesh, but he just kneaded the sensitive globes all the harder.
"Please, Mr. Connors, just . . . . Ahhhhh, god, just let me go!" she gasped, dropping her arms to her sides . . . the man's skilled hands felt so fucking nice on her heaving breasts! They were already throbbing with pleasure, and Kathy blushed deeper when she realized that her nipples were already hard, pressing into Connors' hands. Her legs felt rubbery and weak, like they were going to collapse – she could not stop herself from leaning back against him harder. What was wrong with her? she wondered - she should be fighting, she should not have even let him bring her up here . . . her body was still turned on from the way the pool boy had used her, and she realized guiltily that she was already trembling with lust.
"I haven't been able to think about anything but you since the other night," Connors whispered against the woman's throat as she squirmed about in his grasp. He pinched her nipples, heard her low moan - then he was letting go of her tits. Still standing behind her, he pushed her over to a large, wide couch. Kathy looked down at the couch, trembling. She felt Connors' hands slide down her arms. His hands moved from her arms to her hips, and then he was sliding them to her firm, springy ass cheeks. He squeezed her perfect ass hard, and smiled to himself when he heard her moan slightly. He was not
holding her anymore, but she still made no move to break away from him as he caressed and squeezed her luscious ass. Kathy swallowed nervously as she felt the man's hands rise from her ass upwards, rubbing her back. A soft shudder rippled through her body when she felt his fingers at the top of the zipper. She felt him loosen the zipper, and finally gasped: "Ohhhhnnn, Mr. Connors, what do you think you're doing?" but she still made no move away from him as he loosened the dress. She shivered again, harder, as the air-conditioned air struck her naked back, then she let out a long, low moan as Connors' hot hands slid under the dress - a moment later and he was cupping her naked breasts in his big, skilled hands, lifting and squeezing the firm mounds.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, shiiiit!" Kathy gasped, arching her back slightly, pushing her tits out for the man unconsciously as he ravaged her succulent, sensitive flesh. Without thinking, she ground her soft, plush ass back against his raging hardon. Then Connors was turning her around; he quickly peeled the dress from her arms till it fell about her feet. Kathy modestly covered her heaving breasts with her arms, and watched in a daze as Connors casually peeled his own clothes off; then he was sitting on the couch, pulling her down beside him.
"You're fucking gorgeous," Connors murmured, pulling her arms away from her tits. He guided one of her hands to his fat, rock hard shaft, and moaned in pleasure when she wrapped her long fingers around his thick schlong.
"I . . . ohhhhhhnnnn, I shouldn't be letting you do this!" Kathy moaned as he leaned forward and began licking and sucking at the soft flesh of her throat. She could not resist the urge to squeeze the hard piece of meat in her hand, and wondered helplessly if it tasted as good as the poolboy's had. Then his mouth was covering hers, tasting of liquor and cigarettes; his thick tongue pushed at her pouting, luscious lips. Kathy opened her mouth, trying not to think of what she was doing. Connors slid his experienced tongue into the younger woman's mouth, flicked it against her teeth, and then pushed it deeper. Kathy tilted her head, and kissed her husband's boss back, coiled her tongue around his, began sucking at his tongue as he fucked it in and out of her gasping, panting mouth. She began running her hand up and down Connors' rampant shaft as his hands once again found her heaving, heavy breasts, as his magic fingers pinched and twisted her hard, pointy, cherry red nipples. Kathy opened her mouth wider, pushed her own tongue into his mouth as she felt one of his hands slide down her slightly curved tummy. He gripped her panties, and before she realized what he was going to do, he had ripped the flimsy things from her body. She opened her mouth to protest when his thick fingers pushed through her silky cunthair and found her swollen little clit.
"OOooooooo, unnnnnf, yesssss, that feels soooo fucking nice!" she cried, tearing her mouth away from his.
"Yeah, go ahead, baby," Connors whispered into her ear, rubbing her inflamed clit with his thumb while he ran two fingers into her tight, juicing pussy. "Go ahead and get off before I fuck you - just like the last time!"
Kathy did not say a word. She had been waiting for this orgasm ever since the poolboy had made her suck his cock; her fingers had felt like nothing compared to this! She wanted the orgasm more than he wanted her to have it, and she ground her hips against his hand. Kathy lay her head against the back of the couch, giving in to the feelings he was creating in her body. She felt his mouth in the hollow of her throat, felt it trail fire downwards until the fire enveloped one of her throbbing nipples, and she arched her back higher, moved her hips harder against his hand. She grunted sharply, and her lithe body twitched with pent up lust. She could feel the waves of the coming orgasm, and could not contain the panting moans she was making!
"Ohhhhh, yesss, you bastard, that feels sooooo niiiiice! Ohhhhhnnn,fuck, I'm gonna get off, baby, I'm
fucking getting off!" Kathy screamed, squirming on the couch under Connors' hot hands and mouth, her wide, luscious hips rolling up against his hand again and again as the force of the orgasm washed over her. He turned her on her face, then, grabbing her wide hips, raised her so that she was on her knees; her arms lay on the seat of the couch, and her head rested on her arms. She felt him behind her,
but could not bring herself to care about what was going to happen. He spread her legs apart a bit. Kathy blew out a long breath when she felt his hot, leaking cockhead brush against her ass; he squeezed her hips roughly, and a moment later leaned forward, driving his fat cock into her still spasming pussy.
"Uhhhhhhhnnnnnnn!" Kathy cried out as his fat dick filled her up; she had never felt a cock fill her so completely; her husband had never fucked her like this! He was always on top of her, and this made her feel so . . . helpless, so subjugated. She curved her back, and leaned back against Connors as he began stroking in and out of her tight, luscious body, panting and gasping from the force of his thrusts, loving the feel of his thighs against hers, his hairy belly against her silky soft ass, but most of all the feel of his rampant manhood stroking her closer and closer to another orgasm. "Mmmmmmmmm, uhnn, uhnn, uhnn, uhnnnnn, yessssss, god, yesss!" Kathy screamed into the couch cushion, and her cunt spasmd around Connors jerking cock, gripping it like a velvet fist as she got off again. That was to much for Connors - he roared, and bucked forward harder, rutting into the woman with all the strength he had. Kathy was not sure, but she imagined that she could feel his cum jet into her body, he orgasmed so fiercely. After a time, she untangled herself from the man, and pulled her clothes back on, and went to wait for her husband.
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