It didn’t take very long before we managed to make “direct” eye
contact with each-other. Her stiff nipples were making it difficult
not to look at her large and well-shaped `tits’, which strained her
bra as they pushed-out there, wanting to be “free”.. As the air-
conditioner was keeping the place very cool, no-doubt the effect it
was having on the ladies was very “revealing” to the men who were
there, as four out of five women had nice nipple erections.. So,
I did my best not to “look away” the next long glance we shared, and
motioned for her to join me at my table…which she did.

“Hi! I’m Patricia!”, the nervous voice said as she sat at my
table. I introduced myself, and was pleased that she wasn’t lighting
up any cigarettes in her nervousness, which rapidly abated as we spoke.
I finally said “listen, this place is really pretty noisy, why don’t
we go someplace where we won’t have to shout at each-other?” She said
“c’mon, I know of the perfect spot..” I followed her out the door,
walked her to her car, and followed her off in mine. The other spot was
a short distance away, and we met at the door, walking in as a couple.
Everybody knew Patricia there, and she politely introduced me to the
very attractive waitresses, who “winked” at her as we found a booth to
sit in..

We spent most of the evening just talking, getting to know about
each-other, when I felt it was time to “leave” before we got too in-
toxicated to legally drive. I felt pretty safe leaving my car there,
so we piled into hers, and headed to her place. We hadn’t gone more
than about a block or two, when at a traffic signal, Patricia leaned-
over, said “if I don’t kiss you pretty soon, I’m going to go crazy!”,
and proceeded to offer up her full, luscious mouth to me. I kissed
her passionately until one of the driver’s behind us, began to honk
the horn, telling us to get a move on, the light had changed.. We
laughed as we broke the kiss, and drove to her house..

Once inside the house, Patricia led me straight back to her
bedroom….not wanting to go through any preliminary stuff on her
living-room couch. As I was very “horny” by this time, and had been
beginning to wonder just how we’d be “in-bed” together, when she went
into her bathroom to “slip into something comfortable”, I proceeded to
get “naked” and got under the covers of her rather large and very
comfortable water-bed….which was unlike others which I’d slept on.
This one didn’t “slosh” or “sag” when you got into it, it just ever
so gently moved, as if filled with thick, warm `oil’…

When Patricia finally came from the bathroom, she was wearing a
sexy `black’ teddy, with “crotchless” panties, which revealed her
very pink and wet cuntal lips, as she sexily came over to join me
on the bed. Her body was so well-tanned, the contrast of the pinkness
inside her, against the nice brown body, was “electrifying”, and
when she lay down, she propped-up one leg to afford me a nice view
of that juicy, fragrant vagina of hers…..which was very ready for
whatever I wanted to put into it for her… Patricia had freed one
of her large, nicely shaped `tits’ and was pushing the nipple up to
her mouth, looking straight into my eyes as her pointy tongue drew
tiny swirls around the aureola, making small goose-bumps on it. Her
nipple was “fully erect”, looking like a nice cute “pink” pencil
eraser, pointing up towards her caressing tongue… Her other hand
went down to her crotch, as she lay on her side, and deftly moved
the panties away as her fingers slipped between her nether lips..
Watching them come-out, all “gooey” with her juices, as she massaged
her mons veneris in gentle, lazy circles, was very “stimulating”, as
my dick began to rise and “throb” it’s appreciation.

“AAHHHHH!!!”, moaned Patricia as her fingers found her tiny,
pink `clitoris’, which had poked it’s delicate shaft out of the
folds of it’s protective hood.. I looked closely at the pearly tip
of her shiny and lubricated clit, and heard her “gasp” loudly as
I reached down and gently touched her there, barely making any real
contact with that precious pearl.. I then reached down to my cock,
which had a large, clear drop of shiny seminal fluid forming on the
tip, and put this on my fingertip. Then, I slowly put that sperm
onto her anxious clitoris, mingling with her cuntal juices… She
watched intently as I massaged my sperm into the tiny shaft of her
sensitive love bud..

“OOOOHHHHH BABEEEE!!!!” she moaned as I ever so gently massaged
her pussy for her. “OHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!!That’s IT!!!” she sighed as
I pushed my finger deep and swiftly into her seething hole. I was
surprised at how “tight” her cunt muscles were, as they tried to
clasp my finger as if it were a penis…..her hips moving forward
to allow me full access to her now soaking-wet vagina… Her fingers
found my throbbing prick, as I finger fucked her, the stroking matching
the rythm of my probes into her snatch. “OHHHH!!! What a nice, hard
cock, so beautiful, so strong!!!” she exclaimed, as she masturbated me
to a rock-hard erection. I moved over to kiss her, and said, in-between
each kiss “God…where’d you get such a fantastic body from, lover???”
She answered “this body is ACHING to feel yours on-top of it, thrusting
deep into it!!!” So, without further ado, I positioned myself between
Patricia’s muscular, long legs, and let her guide my eager pole into
her juicy cunt….first rubbing just the tip against her clitoris as
she began to buck up and down under me…her hips making fucking move-
ments even before I’d entered her. Finally, when I really couldn’t
stand the sweet torture of feeling her wetness, and not sinking deeply
into her, I pushed my hips forward, tightening my buns, and my dick went
right “in”, smoothing-out the folds of her lust-slickened cuntal channel.
“OOOOHHHHHHH YEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!” she cried out, as I rammed it in all the
way to her womb.. “CREAM MEEE BABEEE!!!!!” she shouted; “REAM ME AND
CREAM MY CUNT WITH THAT HARD COCK!!!!!” The “spasms” inside Patricia’s
pussy were so “intense” that they nearly knocked me out, as I pumped my
shaft in and out of her. “AHHHHHH YEAAAAA!!!!” she sighed, as I moved
my buttocks in circular motion, swirling my searching, throbbing meat
into every last fold of her tight vagina…”AHHHH YEAAA!!!” “AHHHH!!!
AHHHHH YEAAA!!! OOOOHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!” she grunted, as I pistoned my
aching dick into her belly… “OHHHHHH YEA!!!!!! That’s IT!!!”
she cried..

Our sexual lust for each-other continued to “build” as we seemed
to be racing to some place, going somewhere frantically “in a hurry” as
we pumped and spasmed against each-other. Patricia was desperately
trying to get me as deep inside her as humanly possible, and had now
spread her legs wide…..pointed her toes as her hands held her calves
apart for me. This shifted her pelvis upwards, opened her so completely
for me, that my dick now made “direct contact” with the mouth of her
womb….the hard knot of her `cervix’ kissing my cock’s broad head on
each in-stroke… “OOOHHHHH BABEEEE!!! I WANT YOUR CREAM!!!! SHOOT IT
DEEP IN MEEEE!!!” she panted as I pumped furiously and ardently into
her tightness.. “GIVE IT TO MEEEE!!!!” she wailed, as I began to
fuck her as if trying to crawl deep inside her. There’s something
`base’ and `animal’ in having a woman imploring you, in those terms,
to “screw her”, as you’re dick is swelling deep inside her, getting
ready to spew forth it’s hot, molten gobs of thick, creamy sperm.
With Patricia’s toes “curling” as her `orgasm’ exploded inside her,
I pushed my hot, swollen prick into her tummy, and held it “deep” as
I planted my seed inside her….the bucking of my cock triggering
“spasms” of her clasping, hungry cunt… “AAAHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!”
“THAT’S IT!!!!!!GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!!!!!” she yelled, her hands now
kneading my ass-cheeks as I pumped “thick” “hot” cream into her
wonderfully tight pussy…. The force of my own `cum’ nearly choked
me, as part of a `cry’ attempted to leave, but was stuck in my throat
as I just “grunted” into her mouth as we kissed….her snake-like
tongue now half-way down my throat….

Muscles “deep” inside Patricia held-tight and kept my dick from
retreating from her, even as I softened-up within her. The muscles
held the head of my cock, and refused to allow it to move backwards,
out of their tight goodness. With all the pent-up cream that I’d
pumped into her hole, Patricia’s pussy was absolutely `virgin’ tight
as I lay there, the two of us catching our breath as we just held
onto one another. Her legs were now wrapped around my lower back,
and as she was still “rocking” underneath me, moaning loudly, I knew
we were just “starting” to make love..

We “screwed” and “ate-each other” till morning. When I’d thought
we’d done “everything imaginable” a couple can do, she got onto her
hands and knees, and said “fuck my ass….I want you IN MY ASS!!!”,
…so I positioned myself on the floor, behind her, and put my now
very tired, yet “rock hard” cock, up against her juicy ass-hole, which
was slickened from sperm and cuntal secretions. It didn’t seem that
I was going to go in…..as she pushed back against me, but suddenly,
without warning, the entire length just “popped-in” and I was “in”
all the way up to my aching balls. “OOHHHH!” “AHHHHHH!!!” she
grunted, as I slowly worked my shaft “deep” into her bowels. Feeling
my cock so far up inside her butt, was really a “turn-on”, as the
ringlet of her anus clasped my slick and slowly fucking cock, going
ever so slowly “in-and-out” of her bottom. Seeing Patricia’s large
`tits’ swaying as she rocked back onto me, her head now down on the
pillows, her butt “straight up” at my invading cock….I knew that
there was no-way I could hold off on my cumming. When it was time,
I heard her “squeal” her `orgasm’, as she wriggled around on my dick,
and I pulled-out, her still “opened” ass hole gaping at the tip of
my cock, as I let the jets of thick sperm shoot into her spasming
anal opening….each glob of sperm that contacted the anal tissues
making her “moan” very “loudly”….some of the cream now running down
to the puffy outer-lips of her well-fucked cunt…

Once the last `jet’ of cum had squirted into her ass-hole, I
pushed my cock up against the creamed opening, and pushed it back
into her rectum…..pushing the thick sperm deep into her bowels,
making me “glide” right into her. “OHHHHH YEAAAAA!!!!!!!!” she
sighed, as I proceeded to continue to fuck her ass….reaching
forward to massage her pendulous titties… After her second
“mind blowing” orgasm with me deep in her butt, I pulled-out and
went to wash my cock, as I intended to fuck her vaginally again.
We “ate and fucked” each-other until `noon’, and finally, “fell
asleep” wrapped-around one-another. My right hand cupping her
pussy protectively as we “spooned”….

We were at a wedding. Both of us had traveled a thousand-something miles
(me from the east, she from the west) out of various senses of obligation.
Neither of us felt obligations to the party beyond our presence, which had duly
been noted some hours previous.
She was easily the most gorgeous woman there; tall, big-boned,
beautifully-shaped with lovely, well-formed breasts and an ass that reminded me
of the Cheshire cat’s tail — so round, so firm, so fully packed. Her dress –
black and backless, hanging in place by a pair of hopelessly overmatched
spaghetti straps — clung for dear life to every curve and contour. Under
normal circumstances, the dress would have ended around her ankles, but the
slit that started about three inches below her crotch made the circumstances
anything but normal. There was no possibility — and I considered the matter
carefully and minutely — that she was wearing a stitch underneath.
In a word, she was spectacular. It was hardly possible that she was there
alone, but I guess I was either the only unattached male in the room or the
only one that wasn’t terrified of her looks.
I wish I could claim that I walked up to her and claimed her on the spot,
but it was more like the other way around.
“Is anyone sitting here?” she asked, pointing at the empty seat next to me.
“You mean here?” I responded, my customary wit ever at hand when
confronted with the imponderable.
“Well, I guess I could sit over at that table,” she said with a smile,
starting to turn away.
“No!,” I shouted, nearly tipping over ever glass within reach. “No, no,
no. Please. Allow me.”
She settled in with a graceful and effective motion, giving me a long gaze
at a cleavage that seemed to end at her navel. The effect on me was immediate.
I felt myself hardening and lengthening, no more than inches from her mouth.
She noticed, but didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to; her open mouthed
smile and the way she licked her lips were all that was required.

“A drink?” I offered. She declined. I waved over a double bourbon neat.
I had the feeling I would need it.
We chatted for a while, getting the basic information. She was, of all
things, a commodities broker, and an avid yoga fan. There were a couple of
marriages in the past, tidy settlements which let her speculate in the market
if she wanted to. She didn’t have to; she did it for the fun and action.
How anyone under that kind of stress could look like that quite escaped
me. The miracles of modern fabric design. Better living through chemistry,
indeed.
We talked for about a half-hour or so, and when the orchestra came back
from its break, I asked her to dance.
The combo played a few typical wedding-type numbers when I excused myself
and slipped the band leader a twenty and a few requests.
I returned just as the band swung into the first slow number of the
evening. Gershwin, of course. It was quite lovely — amazing what a
double-sawbuck can still do.
“It’s very clear, our love is here to stay….”
I took her in my arms and guided her onto the floor. I held her close but
respectfully, our bodies brushing each other, tantalizing. A seduction, not a
rape.
“… Not for a year, forever and a day…”
She slipped her hands around my neck and put her head on my shoulder, her
perfume reaching my nose and having the expected aphrodisiac effect. What had
subsided to a slight tumescence was rapidly becoming a most uncomfortable
hard-on. She gently pressed her crotch to mine, the tips of her breasts
caressing my shirt.
“… They say the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble, they’re only
made of clay…”
That’s more than they can say for me. I moved my hands lower, to the
small of her back and top of her ass, letting her feel my erection, as she
kissed my neck and ear.
“…But our love is here to stay.”
I cupped her right breast in my hand, feeling a surprisingly small nipple
grow pebble-hard under my hand as she made a small whimpering sound.
This vertical seduction went on for a chorus or three until I grew
concerned that either we would disgrace ourselves on the dance floor or the
good city fathers would insist we use our plane tickets immediately. After
all, we both had hotel rooms, right?
The song ended and her head came up off my shoulder. She didn’t appear to
be focussing too well, but that may just have been because I wasn’t focussing
too well, either.
“I feel a powerful need to drag you away and do all sorts of despicable
things to your body,” I said with a grin.
“Sorry,” she said, grabbing me by my tie. (The other obvious handle would
have shocked too many people.) “I picked you up. I get to do the despicable
things first.”
I somehow found it hard to argue.

The elevator, when it came, was empty. As they tend to be in large luxury
hotels, it was mirrored. We looked at each other and broke out laughing. Not
a word was necessary.
The old cartoon gag has lovers climbing into an elevator, pressing the
stop button, making mad passionate love and leaving some time later. Take it
from me: it’s a fantasy. Pressing the stop button tends to set off fire
alarms, and gushing fire hoses are erotic only in phallic symbolism.
Not that elevators are exactly boring. Before I could ask what floor we
were going to, she pressed the Penthouse button. Since the hotel had better
than 60 floors and we were on 3, it would be quite the ride.
She did not jump me. She did, however, back me against the back wall and
turn her back on me.
“Tease me, Bill,” she whispered. “Make me want your cock.”

Who am I to turn down an offer like that? I kissed the back of her neck,
my hands wrapping around her to feel the weight of her tits. She pushed her
ass back against my prick, moving in circles and back and forth. I pinched her
nipples and she moaned. I licked my fingers and eased the straps off her
shoulders, exposing her breasts to the air and mirrors.
“Oh, no, Bill,” she sighed. “We don’t have the time. Someone might come
in.” Still, she stared at herself in the mirror as I moistened my fingers and
went back to her nipples. She pushed hard against my hands and my cock, gasping
and closing her eyes. Could she be this easy to bring off?
The elevator slowed, giving us both a tremor and reminding me that teasing
under G-forces is something to be explored further. She quickly adjusted her
straps, tucked her breasts back in, and gave me a kiss that delivered plenty
and promised lots more.
“You,” she said playfully, “are a nasty man. I like that in a guy.”
The elevator door opened just after she gave my prick a firm squeeze. A
prim-looking family of five stood there waiting. She grabbed my hand and
dragged me away.

A loud crash of cymbals reminded me where I was. Two pages to go before
my part. With an effort and a determination not to look in her direction, lest
I be distracted again, I wait out the interval and sing the brief fugue. The
conductor looks pleased and I can go back to my memories.

I’d been wondering why we were headed for the penthouse area. My room was
far below, and I assumed hers was too. My curiosity was further aroused when
she led me to a door marked “EXIT”.
“Excuse me, dear,” I started. “You don’t mean to bounce me down the
steps, do you?”
“Not hardly,” she giggled. “Just come on!”
She pushed through the door and led me up the concrete and steel stairs,
our foot steps echoing. We reached a door at the top — alarmed but unlocked.
She pushed the door open and we stepped out onto the roof of the city’s tallest
building.
“I love it up here!” she shouted over the wind. “I can see everything! It
makes me feel so free!”
Then she was in my arms, her tongue running along my lips and teeth,
clashing against mine. Our bodies clutched at each other, tighter, tighter.
Our groins pushed against each other, pressing fiercely, trying to burn through
our clothes. The wind whipped her dress around, raising it almost to her cunt.
My hands were all over her tits, pinching the nipples, hefting their weight,
teasing them with my thumbs.
I could feel her moaning — feel her, not hear her, because the wind was
so loud. Then her mouth was at my ear, and I heard her say…
“Didn’t I mention doing something despicable?”
She dropped to her knees, smiled wickedly and again lowered the straps of
her dress, exposing her breasts to the cold night air. Her hands reached out
and caressed the outlines of my long-since uncomfortable hard-on, running her
fingers and palms up and down its length, pressing just behind its head.
Then she lowered her head over my cockhead, still confined in my pants,
warming it and making it jerk. I wanted nothing so much as for her to take it
in her mouth, take all of it, and make me come.
As though she had read my mind, she tugged down my fly, reaching inside to
caress my prick through my underwear. She tugged the last cloth barrier aside,
and my cock popped out, freed and bobbing in the wind.
She drew her breath, then stuck out her tongue and licked my cock
carefully, starting at the back of the head and working forward. I reached
behind me, looking for something to help support me and found a brick house
that enclosed the top of the stairs. I leaned back against it, nearly overcome
by her.
She had closed her eyes, and cupped her hands around the base of my cock.
Her mouth slid over me, her tits pressing against my thighs as she took my
entire length. She rocked back and forth two, three, maybe four times (I’m
sure I wasn’t counting), licking me as her head pulled back, her lips and mouth
covering me firmly. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding
her back and forth, back and forth and I felt my cum building in my balls.
The she pulled back, still stroking me with her hands, and shouted
something. She sat up a little straighter, and enveloped my cock with her
tits, incredibly warm and spectacularly arousing. Her nipples looking as tight
as they could get, the breasts themselves firm and inviting. I reached down
and squeezed her tits with her, and her eyes closed, and her head went back.
Clearly, I had something there.

A blowjob was fine — and I intended to have her finish it later — but I
had other things on my mind. I pulled her up and clamped my mouth firmly on
hers, my hands lightly pinching her nipples. She ground against me, and I
reached under her dress and grabbed her lovely butt.
Only then did it occur to me that I was right; there really was no
underwear. None at all.
Her cheeks were everything they had appeared to be — round and firm. I
pulled them gently apart, ran my fingers down her crack and over her cunt lips.
Lord, she was wet! I slid a finger, then another, between her moist lips and
into her tunnel. Pressed her face into my ear, caught the lobe between her
teeth. She raised a leg and wrapped it around me, trying to slide her cunt
over my cock. That was the general idea, but not yet. Not yet.
I eased my fingers out slowly, letting them rub against her exposed clit.
Then I ran a single finger slooowly over the clit again. Then again. Then
faster. Then harder. Her ass tightened and her leg grabbed at me harder.
Then I stopped.
She pulled back her head, breathing like a miler. Absolutely not
focussing. Not at all. I spun her around, leaned her against the brick house,
and pulled up her dress, leaving her ass and pussy as exposed as her tits.
She was yelling something; I couldn’t hear, but I could guess, and I
intended to oblige. I guided my prick to her cunt opening and slowly slid in.
She pushed back against me as though possessed, then lunged away and lunged
back, taking my whole length in single strokes.
It would be nice to report that this all went on for days at a time.
Remember, though, that we had now been teasing each other for almost an hour,
and we were not precisely made of stone.
We bucked at each other, my hands holding her ass cheeks apart, then
together, my prick sliding in and out as her cunt lips clenched and unclenched.
There was no restraint, just prick and cunt, pressing at each other until I
felt her pussy grab once, twice, three times and the cum pressure built in my
balls and it was exploding, jetting out of me in pump after pump after pump
after pump after pump.
I collapsed on her and she collapsed against the wall. We stayed that way
for a couple of minutes, the wind subsiding but the night chill lifting some of
our heat.
“I love the lights from out here,” she said, lifting herself from the wall
and looking out over the city. “It’s like I can do anything from here.”
I nodded, sliding my arm around her and pulling her close to my side.
She looked down at herself — her dress not in shreds but certainly not
fit for public display. “Any thoughts about how we get down from here?”
“Depends,” I said. “I’m on the 18th floor. You?”
“I’m on 32.”
“Well, I don’t guess we’ll meet anyone on the stairs.”
She smiled. “I should think not. After you?”
It took us a while to get to her room, but the thing of it is, we kept
getting distracted. Soon as we arrived, she called the front desk. Extended
her stay for an extra evening. No way were we getting out of bed before
check-out time.

Intermission. Time for me to pull myself together. I was standing on the
tiny landing just to the right of the stage, half-listening to the conductor
say how well the first half had gone when I saw her walking down the hall
toward me.
In the old Carnegie Hall, anyone could get backstage merely by passing
down a corridor lined by portraits of composers. Here she came, just walking
down the hall, past Liszt, past Bizet, passed Berlioz and into my arms.
No question — it was her. All of her. I thanked the muses that I was
done for the night.
We squeezed each other for what seemed like hours, and it still wasn’t
enough.
“What on earth are you doing here?” I asked her.
“I was in town on some business and caught the ad in the Times,” she said.
“I asked around, and when I heard you’d be here, I extended the trip. Got some
time for an old broad?”
“Nope,” I smiled. “Just time for you. Grab some dinner?”
“Nope. Grab something else.” She did, and I suddenly wasn’t hungry any
more. Not for food, anyway.

The End
–

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Chapter 1

“What I’m trying to explain to you, is that I don’t know if
I’d get horny or not. The only other time that I’ve seen another
man’s cock since we got married, was when you brought that movie
projector home with the eight millimeter films that we watched.
I damn sure got horny that night! We couldn’t wait to get into
bed, neither of us sleeping until daylight. We were so fucked
out we just laid around most of the day, Sunday!
“Did looking at cocks before we got married, turn you on?”
The blonde wife looked at her husband, reflectively.
“Well, I guess so.”
“What do you mean, you guess so?”
“I mean yes! Of course it turned me on. Is that what you
wanted to hear?”
“I didn’t want to hear anything in particular, only the
truth. My point is that nudity can be sexy as hell.”
“Of course it can be sexy as hell, I just don’t know if only
looking at just a man’s cock would turn me on or not.”
Bill’s eyebrows shot up.
“And that’s what I’m trying to explain to you, that how
could you know how your body and mind will act unless you experi-
ence a given set of circumstances. Sometimes, something might
sound exciting, however in the real world, fact and fantasy might
be totally different.”
Lisa grinned back at Bill.
“And just what have you got planned? The last time you
started this kind of conversation, you brought home a few fuck
movies. Now if the guy was jacking off his cock, and if it was
erect, then it just might get me all turned on!”
“And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?” her husband
asked with raised eyebrows.
The pert blonde housewife grinned impishly at her husband.
“Now I don’t know who’s talking about fact, and who’s talk-
ing about fantasy. Did you bring another of those films home and
if you did, let’s get it out and get it on. To tell you the
truth, all this talking about sex has me just a little turned on.
In fact, it’s got me a lot turned on. I’m starting to get damp
just thinking about getting it on tonight.”
“No honey, I didn’t bring any film home, but if you’re
serious about seeing a film tonight, we can go to that adult
theatre on Alameda Street and watch one, then come back home and
make love and drink brandy again.”
“I don’t know if I’d rather make love, or just fuck. Actu-
ally, I think I’d rather fuck, it sounds dirtier! Do they really
show everything in the Adult Movies?”
“You bet your sweet ass, they show everything. It’s not any
different than the eight millimeter films I borrowed and brought
home, except they are feature length films, with color and sound,
like any other movie.”
“Do couples go to those movies?”
“I think that there’s more single men there, or maybe mar-
ried men on a night away from their wives, but there are couples,
and once in a while a single lady comes in.”
“So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting all
sexed up, is that it?”
“Well, not always. Most of the time there are guys jacking
off in the back row, also sometimes a couple will get so excited
that they make it right there in the theatre.”
“Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in the
theatre, with their pricks out, with everything showing?”
“Sure, although it’s a little dark for sight-seeing.”
“But, what if someone should see them.”
“So what if they did?”
“Well, I don’t know, Bill, but it seems to me that they
wouldn’t want anyone seeing them jack off.”
“Not necessarily true, my love. Some of them may get off on
having somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get
off, on watching. Nothing like a little voyeurism to speed up
the old bodily juices.”
“Well, it’s speeding up my bodily juices, talking about
watching. I wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take
his cock out and jack it off in a movie theatre?”
“As much as you like my cock, you’d probably go bananas,
grabbing hold of it to help.”
“I wonder how many strokes they’d let me take?”
“How many do you want to take?”
“Bill, you know me. I never get turned off, so I’d probably
want to pump on the old handle all night long. Jesus, but I’m
getting horny talking about all this illicit sexual action.”
“Well then Lisa, let’s get going and watch a couple of guys
jack off.”
“Jesus Bill baby,” Lisa groaned, “that turns me on, thinking
about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so that I’d like to
make love right here and now. All of this talking about sex,
gets me excited, but if you want to go to a screw movie, then why
not. I’m game if you are, so give me a few minutes to get
dressed, don’t want to wear these Levi’s to the show.”
She spun, then turned back to face Bill.
“Do you really think that some man would jack off with me
watching?”
“If you don’t get ready, you’ll never find out, now will
you?”
She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating as
she almost ran down the hall to the bedroom. Stripping off her
Levi’s and sweater, Lisa ran her hands over her brassiered
breasts then removed her white bra. Her luscious breasts spilled
from the brassiere cups, standing out from her rib cage, quiver-
ing pink tipped nipples firm from thinking about screwing. After
all, if she got turned on in the movie, it would be nice if Bill
could touch her nipples.
She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body with
soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed with cold
water, almost leaping out of the shower to dry, humming while she
rubbed the towel over her body until it glowed from the cold
water rinse and the towel.
It had worked again. It always worked. Even when Lisa was
a little girl, it had worked. Lisa thought about her power.
She’d found out when she was very young that if she thought
hard enough about anything that she could influence the end
result and bend the actions of others around to her pleasure.
It was something like wishing to make it so. If she wished,
she could make almost anything happen. As she’d grown more
experienced, she had refined the techniques she used, until now
she didn’t even have to think when she practiced her power.
Distance seemed to have no effect on her power, it was more
a matter of knowing the person involved. She couldn’t cause an
effect on a person she’d personally never met, but if she’d
either seen some one in the past, or at present was in proximity
to the person she’d met, she could make them do almost anything
within reason she desired.
Even some very foolish things. She would move her thought
to what she called her echo chamber, a hollow between the top of
her spine and the back of her brain. It was here that the
thought process generated, and when she put her thoughts into
words, she could hear an echo of those words from her chamber.
Whenever she used her power, the lovely female was able to
get her desires met.
It didn’t always work. For instance, it didn’t work on
inanimate objects. When she was in her early teens she had tried
to influence both dice and drawing cards from a deck, but that
had never worked for her even later in her life when she’d tried.
People very were easy, while men were particularly easy for her.
When she thought in her echo chamber, the people she pictured
almost always had the thoughts that she’d projected.
One of the things she could do was make animate objects fit
themselves into her whims. Most of what she’d done in her past,
dealing with animate objects was reflected in herself and her
figure, but it took a long time to sculpt flesh. Her own con-
tours were a stunning example.
Her eyes as a child were almost a china blue, it took think-
ing about them for every day for a year, to change them into
their now ultra pale, ice blue eyes. The long dark lashes to
frame her eyes were easier. The rest of her body took even
longer, and she was still working on it. From puberty, she’d
worked on her breasts, tummy, thighs, behind, and legs.
She’d read most of the books on parapsychology and none of
them seemed to cover her power. She had no psychic power, she
couldn’t foretell any future event, she couldn’t make any inani-
mate object move, but she could influence people, and also sculpt
her own body.
Another thing that she could do, was make people do what she
wanted, making them think that it was their idea in the first
place. In that she was most successful. She’d done it early in
the evening when she was feeling most horny, to her husband.
She’d thought, “I think I’ll take that sexy wench of mine to
a fuck movie tonight, get her pussy all wet from finger fucking,
then bring her back here and fuck her brains out.”
Like always, her husband Bill thought that it was his idea
and he’d maneuvered the conversation and talked all around it,
until he’d finally brought up the idea of the two of them going
to a fuck movie.
It had worked again. Lisa Williams stood nude in front of
the bathroom mirror while she applied her make up. Her mild
glowing complexion required very little aid from the few items of
make up sitting on the wash basin cabinet, however Lisa enjoyed
making the best of her looks.
A touch of blue eye shadow on the lids of her ice blue eyes.
A quick touch of eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined her lids, a
little line drawn outwards to make her already wide extra long
lashed sensual eyes look even more sensual.
A brush dusted in a pale pink blush make up, applied to her
high cheek bones brought just a highlight of color to her pink
cheeks.
Carefully, the beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her
lipstick and applied the glossy color to her full lower lip then
more lightly to her upper lip. Satisfied, she stepped back one
step, looked at herself in the mirror, turning her head first one
way, then the other.
“Not too bad for an old lady of thirty two,” Lisa thought.
She had always considered her nose a trifle too short, her
lower lip just a bit too full, however, the sides of her mouth
were fixed in a natural smile even when she relaxed all of her
facial muscles, definitely giving her a most sensual look. Her
too short nose and too full lower lip had been corrected long ago
with her power. Her nose was now thinned down, the nostrils
flaring like a mare in heat when she was excited.
She had no complaints about her thick mop of tawny blonde
hair, with a hint of a soft natural curl which made it easy to
both shampoo and brush. Her husband described her thick mop of
hair as “Mink Blonde”, whatever that meant.
Her sun tanned skin with the pale marks of her two piece
bikini, looked as if she were wearing panties and bra even when
she was nude.
She placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her breasts,
looking at herself in the still steamy mirror. The thick curls
of fur on her pussy were exactly the same color and softness of
curl as the hair crowning her head, the line of hair ending at
the bottom of her firm belly was so straight that it looked as if
it were shaved by a razor.
Her breasts were another matter entirely. A shade too heavy
for her slim torso and very tiny waist. Lisa normally wore a
thirty six bra with a problem between a C cup and a D cup. The C
cup was sometimes too small and caused her boobs to bulge out the
top, the D cup was sometimes too large and felt loose on her
breasts.
One of her current projects on self sculpting, was making
her breasts just a trifle heavier, and firmer. A full D cup
would be fine. Maybe another month at the most. She had to buy
size ten or eleven blouses to fit but she could wear either size
seven or eight if she bought skirts or pants. It caused her no
end of problems when buying a dress, since the tops were always
made for someone with a smaller chest, or the bottoms for a
bigger ass.
The one part of her body that bothered Lisa, was her nipple.
The left one. It was partially inverted, sinking in on itself.
It gave her no end of problems, even though her doctor told her
that it was nothing to worry about.
When she got horny, always, it would swell up inverted,
hurting when it was inside out. Then with no warning, it would
pop out of her full breast with such force that it always brought
her to orgasm the instant it popped free.
It had been deliberate, maybe a little stupid, but Lisa
thought that she shouldn’t seem too perfect and she’d figured out
that an inverted nipple might just offset the startling beauty,
so her power had been put to work on the nipple, inverting it
over the period of two years. If she didn’t like the result, she
could always put it back in normal form in a matter of a month or
so.
Lisa turned around, looking at her naked buttocks and back
over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes half closed,
wetting her full lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue. She
wriggled her body at her image in the mirror, looking at the deep
cleft between the cheeks of her ass, watching to see how firm she
was. The protruding cheeks of her ass were so firm that they
hardly even quivered, even though they stuck out almost more than
she would have liked.
The last time Lisa had used a tape measure, she had a figure
that totaled out to thirty six and a half around her chest, a
very tiny twenty four even around her waist, her buttocks were
thirty five inches when measured at the fullest part of her ass.
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Chapter 2

Her full boobs, were another story. They quivered, shiv-
ered, and jiggled like jelly any time she moved, that being the
part of her anatomy that men always looked at hard, after staring
at her face. Sometimes it became most embarrassing when men
stared at her tits, even though it did turn her on and make her
feel especially sexy. When they looked, she would fantasize
about having the person staring, also sucking and making love to
her tits.
That was if she was facing a man. If he was behind her,
Lisa knew that it was her curved ass that they liked as they
looked. One of her favorite tricks, was to look suddenly over
her shoulder and catch some poor man staring at her ass, look him
straight in the eye and then smile. Most of the time they got
caught looking, they turned red and looked away, but sometimes,
when they smiled back, Lisa would feel the heated moisture gather
in the folds of her soft pussy.
Men had always been easy for her. Her figure had changed
when she was fifteen. She had decided on her fourteenth birthday
that she’d always be a skinny bean pole, then with a spurt that
amazed everyone who knew her, she had turned from a skinny girl
into a full woman, all by harnessing her power over a few years.
First a thickening of fine peach fuzz on her groin then, a
thick patch of curly soft ringlets.
Her nipples grew first, then her breasts started swelling,
continuing to grow for more than two years.
She could remember that every time her mother bought her a
bra, within a month or two it was too tight. Her tits never
stopped growing until she was over eighteen.
Casting her eyes over her nude body, Lisa decided that she
was lucky that she was a beautiful woman as she dashed from the
bathroom to her closet. The power worked. She really was a
stunningly beautiful woman.
She slid the hangers in her closet to find a dress to make
it easier to have her pussy touched when Bill got turned on. She
picked a silky jersey dress with a button down front and picked a
wide black soft leather Italian belt to go with the dress. She
decided not to wear hose, letting her long slim legs be smooth
and naked under her dress, quickly finding a pair of new panties
in her dresser, changed into the new lacy bikini bottoms that
showed the curvaceous cheeks of her ass.
Slipping the dress on over her head, buttoning the top,
leaving a generous cleavage of her soft tits showing. Her tiny
waist cinched even tighter made her luscious figure even more
sensual.
At the last instant, she turned, rummaging through her
drawer full of lingerie, finding at the bottom a pair of dark
hose cutout at the top of the thigh to leave her pussy bare.
Pulling them on, Lisa snapped off her bedroom light.
Leaving the bedroom, Lisa sauntered downstairs.
“Does this look like what the well dressed wife wears out
when she goes to a fuck movie?” Lisa twirled to show off her
dress, the dark orange jersey dress swirled around her slim legs.
Her full busted tits strained against the warm fabric, quivering
with no support from a brassiere.
Bill admired her dress, patted her curved ass and grabbed
her hand.
“Let’s get going sweetness, before I pull that dress off
your gorgeous body and fuck you right here on the floor.”
“No Sir, No sir! You said you were going to take me to a
movie, and then make love, or maybe even fuck, which ever comes
first, and I’m holding you to that,” Lisa said, pulling Bill to
the door, smiling at his compliment.
..
The theatre was dark, Bill guiding Lisa to the steps that
led to the upper balcony, walking higher up the long steep steps
until they were at the back row. Peering, they both tried to see
if anyone was in the seats at the rear.
The rear row darkness was illuminated when one of the pa-
trons lit a cigarette with his flicked lighter. In the flash of
his lighter, they could see most of the seats in the center of
the row were unoccupied, Bill guiding and following Lisa as they
settled into the soft seats. Of the thirty or so seats in the
last row, most were empty, as they settled back and looked at the
screen.
The screen had two young women licking on the erect cock of
a young man lying on the floor of what appeared to be a living
room. Both girls slowly sucking and twirling their wet, pink
tongues around the head of his prick, while one held his testi-
cles, gently kneading and squeezing.
Lisa watched with interest, her initial embarrassment being
in the theatre slowly leaving her, as the triad on the screen
fitted themselves into ever increasing sexual situations, the
male ran his hands over the tits of one girl, pressing the soft
flesh and pinching the pink nipple gently, then running his hand
down to slide a finger into the wet hole of the other. The juicy
cunt he was finger fucking left a slick coating of oily lubricat-
ing wetness on his finger.
Lisa could feel the juices from her own pussy wetting her
opening and she squirmed slightly in the seat and leaned over
closer to Bill’s arm, turning to face him, whispering in his ear.
“I’ll answer your question now,” Lisa purred. “Yes, seeing a
hard cock turns me on, and the pussies do too! I’m starting to
really get horny now. I can really feel my pussy getting very
juicy. wouldn’t you like to feel?”
Bill caressed her thigh, running his hand over the warm
fullness of her upper leg. His fingers touching the hem of her
dress, raising it and drifting his fingers over the smooth warmth
curved of her leg. His hand drew her dress higher, his fingers
touching the silky band at the crotch of her new panties, feeling
the hot slick wetness seeping through the silky nylon.
Lisa squirmed again, slightly spreading her thighs so Bill’s
fingers could have access to her tingling cunt. Her eyes on the
screen while his finger teased at her pussy through the wetness
of her panties. Her breathing became shorter as he stroked the
length of the crevasse between her thighs, probing and moving
around in the sweet wet junction between her legs.
Lisa sensed a movement to her right and saw a man moving
closer to them. He seated himself one seat over, leaving an
empty seat between them. Lisa started to pull her dress down
over her exposed thighs, then she realized that whatever the man
could see was no different than what he could see on the screen.
First she felt uncomfortable with the stranger sitting so
close to her, then on second thought, she felt the sexual thrill
of his voyeurism.
She watched him, out of the corner of her eye. He was not
watching them. Not directly, but his head was turned closer to
them, than to the screen. She was sexually very excited by the
thought of that man watching her husband stroke her pussy through
the thin covering of her panties, knowing she could turn him on
even more by showing him much more of her long slim curved legs
and thighs.
She worked her power, “Look at that fantastic blonde and the
guy with her. I bet she’s getting turned on with his fingers in
her pussy. I’d like to fuck her. I’d like to see her cunt.
Maybe if I move over closer, I could see better.”
Lisa squirmed, sliding down in the seat, moving her dress
higher and very slowly exposing her stocking clad thighs up to
her new panties. She glanced over at the man on her right,
finding that he’d turned his head and was staring at her legs and
Bill’s caressing fingers on her hot pussy, through the thin
covering.
Lisa squirmed around more in the seat, looking directly at
the man’s face, raising the hem of her dress higher, opening her
legs to give him a better view.
He looked harder at her legs and thighs, tempting Lisa to
give him a really good show, with her hot sexual teasing.
Lisa whispered in Bill’s ear, “Dear, I’ve got to go to the
bathroom, I’ll be right back in a minute.”
She carefully made her way past the others in the row,
undulating down the steps at the side and, slowly moving to see
if she could catch sight of any of the men masturbating. One man
had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Lisa could see if
he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to stop and
look back.
The sleek bodied housewife looked for the ladies rest room
sign.
Leaving the rest room, Lisa walked to the top of the stairs,
slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at the men as
she passed, entering the rear row.
The lascivious blonde haired wife looked down at the lap of
the man who had been seated to her right. She slowed as she
brushed by his knees, waited for him to stand up, pressing her
firmly curved ass against him as he stood to let her pass.
Bill always said that her ass was her best attribute, look-
ing like a cantaloupe melon cut in two and glued to her buttocks.
The day that Bill had made that comment, was the day she’d
stopped sculpting her ass.
Lisa imagined that she could feel the swelling bulge of the
man’s prick against her firm ass as she slithered slowly past
squirming her buttocks over and against his groin. She paused,
pressing her ass harder against him, squirming slightly, teasing
him with the firm roundness of her buttocks, pleased with the
feeling of sexual excitement growing in her loins.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she smiled in the dim light.
After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at the
man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap, covering his
groin.
“Bet he has a hard cock under those hands.” thought Lisa,
“Watching those people on the screen probably has his cock drip-
ping and he is holding it down. I hope I made it harder when I
brushed against him.”
Bill put a hand back on her leg, fingers slipping slowly,
ever so slowly, up her soft inner thighs, reaching for her pussy.
Bill almost jumped as his fingers touched the soft ringlets of
hair around her bare cunt, his fingers feeling the seeping mois-
ture gathered at the pulpy slit between her legs.
She giggled, “That’s right. I took them off so you could
get a good feel! The trip to the bathroom was an excuse.”
Bill’s fingers sought the wet opening when she opened her
thighs slightly wider and raised her ass to let his fingers probe
her slit.
Lisa pulled her skirt from beneath her ass, pulling it up
until her long slim legs and slim curved tummy were clearly
visible in the dim light. Her soft and curly thatched pussy hair
clearly visible in the reflected light from the screen.
She sent an oblique glance to the man on her right to see if
he had noticed her open thighs.
“Look at that cunt spread her legs. My cock’s so hard I
think I’ll sneak it out and flog it a little while I watch her
get finger fucked.”
Lisa echo chamber reverberated to her thoughts, deciding
that she’d try to entice the man to bring his prick out where she
could see it.
Her face turned to the screen, but her eyes watched out of
the corner the man on her right, only one vacant seat away.
Lisa watched, holding her breath, as his zipper drew slowly
and quietly down. His hand slithering into the opening as he
opened his fly. Lisa watched as he felt down inside, fishing for
his cock, then slowly, slowly easing it past the metal teeth of
his zipper.
She felt moisture gush from the folded pink lips of her
pussy as he took his cock out. Sneaking it up, holding one hand
over the head, covering the rest of his cock with the other.
He was softly and surreptitiously stroking it beneath his
hands until she turned and stared directly at his hands.
Slowly his hand uncovered his cock, exposing his organ to
her blonde beauty and lusting eyes. Stroking his huge meaty
prick slowly, while he stared at the wet junction between her
open legs.
Not hard, but impressive anyway, his thick floppy dick
filled his stroking hand, the upper length wobbling over his
moving fist as he stroked. The thickness, even in the dim re-
flected light from the screen, was most impressive to the sexual-
ly excited housewife.
Lisa’s already wet pussy emitted even more honey, as she
looked with unabashed glee at the semi erect organ that she’d
enticed into the open with her power.
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Chapter 3

She turned her head to the right, her ice blue eyes staring
at the thick prick the man was stroking. She felt the lusty urge
to closely watch his intoxicating prick, turning her head until
she was staring at the hard erect cock being fondled. His hand
continued stroking, although his eyes didn’t leave the screen,
Lisa knew he was aware of her watching him jack off his cock. He
raised his body, lowering his arm to allow an unobstructed view
of his masturbation.
“Bill, the guy on my right has his thing out,” she said.
“What’s a thing?”
“He has his hard prick out, that’s what thing!”
“Good. You said you wanted to see a hard cock being jerked
off, now’s your chance to get a really close look.”
Bill moved his head back, his finger pressing harder on her
swollen rubbery and slippery clit.
Lisa turned her head back to watch the prick being stroked a
few feet away from her eyes, while the pressure of Bill’s finger
brought her to a long shuddering climax. Her damp wetness
drooled over Bill’s fingers as her breathing caught in the sheer
sensuality of his fingers in her pussy and the big hot prick
being masturbated before her eyes at the same time.
Lisa became more aware of the masturbator’s eyes, looking up
for a glance at his face. His eyes were fastened to the fingers
at the junction of her slim legs as he continued to raise and
lower his hand on his long prick. If anything, Lisa got more
turned on.
Spreading her legs more, her fingers slipped down to raise
her skirt still higher. Slowly, her fingers pressed the cloth of
her skirt against her smooth thighs, slowly pulling the soft
dress higher on her legs, while watching the man’s face.
“Lean forward a little and look. She’s pulling her skirt up
higher so I can see her pussy. God damn, but she’s a sexy broad.
I’d like to fuck her snatch,” her echo chamber said.
He leaned forward in his seat, more closely to watch the
skirt being hiked higher on her slim legs, while Lisa wriggled
with pleasure as she continued to raise the hem to allow him an
unobstructed view of her pussy. She paused with the hemline of
her skirt just below her wet warm pussy, then squirmed on the
seat and raised the hem past the curly ringlets of her pussy,
while staring at his face.
His intent gaze was centered on the soft junction between
her long slim legs, his hand fondling his erect prick with lusty
abandon at the show Lisa was putting on for him.
Lisa continued to pull her dress higher, until her belly was
totally exposed, her whole lower torso, naked to his staring
eyes.
Enjoying the feeling of sensuality she toyed with the but-
tons on the front of her dress, slowly unfastening them one by
one. When the last of the buttons were undone, Lisa shrugged her
shoulders. Her dress split down the front, Lisa slowly lifting
her fingers to the opening, pulling the soft jersey open past the
nipples of her naked breasts.
“Look at all that pussy. I wish she’s open up that blouse
and let her big tits just fall out. Look at those fingers in her
wet cunt,” her echo chamber directed thoughts to her seat mate’s
mind.
Taking a deep breath, Lisa shrugged her shoulders, spilling
her soft full breasts out of the opening, where they stood proud-
ly, jiggling in the reflected light of the screen.
Her mind pictured Bill, “My wife really likes watching that
guy jerk off, she’d really come if she had her hand on his cock
too. I’ll talk her into it. She’s so hot with my hand on her
wet cunt, she’ll do anything I ask. That’ll turn me on too,
watching her stroke that big prick.”
Bill’s voice in her ear, said, “I think you just came with a
finger in your pussy while you watched him jerk off. Did you
like having a finger in your wet cunt while you watched a hard
cock get jerked off?”
“Oh yes…. I’m hotter than a firecracker, just watching
him and having you feel me. I like watching him jack off.”
Bill’s nose tickled her ear as he whispered, “Don’t just
talk about it, do it if you want to. I’ll get my cock out so you
can jerk off my prick at the same time. That way you can feel
two cocks at the same time.”
“Jesus, Bill. I was just kidding. I couldn’t jack him off.
I don’t even know him. What if someone should see me?” Lisa
whispered into her husbands ear.”
Her manner of faking reluctance to his suggestion, even
though she’d planted most of the thought in his steaming brain.
“So what if they do see you,” he whispered back at her.
“What are they going to say with all of that going on up front on
the screen? Besides, if you don’t take hold of his prick, I’ll
quit finger fucking your cunt. Get on with it dear. I’d really
like to see you jerk him off.”
“Would you really like to watch me jack off his prick?”
“You damn right I would. It would even make me hornier than
I am right now. I’m going to pull my prick out so you can have a
hard cock in each hand.”
His fingers left her pussy to slide the zipper of his pants,
and quickly his throbbing, erect penis was standing from his lap
like a spear.
Her fingers curled around Bill’s prick, feeling the good
strong hardness and began to stroke him. Her busy brain engaged
in trying to lure the burly individual closer so she could stroke
two pricks at the same time. She slowly lowered her right arm
and hand to the empty seat between them, palm up, fingers curling
as though holding his prick as her wrist made imperceptible
jacking motions on the empty seat, as if she had his cock in her
empty hand and was fingering it.
The burly stranger looked at her hand, then her face to see
her level eyes open with invitation as she opened her naked
thighs wider for his inspection.
“Look at her hand, she’s wishing she had her fingers on my
cock. If I move over one seat, I’ll be sitting next to that sexy
body, horny as she is, maybe she’ll feel my cock.”
With slow movements, he slipped from his seat into the empty
next to Lisa as she removed her arm from the seat and rested it
on the armrest between them. Her hand was hanging over the arm
rest, above and to the left of his throbbing prick.
It was too dark in the theatre to see his prick clearly
unless there was light seen on the movie screen, for a moment she
wished that she had a flashlight. The thought of herself, hold-
ing a flashlight in the back row of an adult movie, examining a
man jacking off his cock, brought the aroused wife to stifled
giggles. She watched his hand slowly leave his cock, his upright
hard prick wavering just inches from her curled fingers.
Lisa moved her wrist, her fingers drooping, closer and
closer. She could feel the heat radiating from the mass of male
muscle. Just an inch away and she was hesitating.
Could she really stroke his prick, letting her fingers play
with it?
Did Bill really want to see her jack off a strangers hard
cock, or was he just kidding? Maybe she should reinforce the
power.
“Look at Lisa’s fingers hovering over his cock. Go baby,
go. Wrap those slim fingers around that fat prick and rub it
good. I’d better make her do it or she’ll get cold feet.”
“Grab his cock baby and wring it out. You know you want to
feel it,” his whisper touched her ear.
“Really Bill?” Her question whispered to her husband.
“Go baby, go. I’m want to watch your fingers stroking his
cock while you play with mine,” Bill answered.
“I’ll finger fuck your pussy on this side, so maybe, he’ll
do the same. How would you like to get finger fucked by two men
at the same time tonight, right here in the theatre?”
Lisa’s wet cunt spasmed at his whisper, another hot wet
orgasm following closely, as her drooping fingers touched the
hard smooth slippery knob of her seatmate. His breath sucked in
as her fingertips dabbed at the slitted opening, the hole in the
knobbed end of his throbbing prick dribbling honey to moisten her
fingertips. Her exploring fingers slightly slippery now, traced
the knob, lightly moving the heavy foreskin back down his cock.
Her red tipped fingers slightly squeezing the bulbous head of his
now slippery prick.
She was amazed at the size of him. She thought Bill was
big, but this burly individuals prick throbbing in her hand was
huge.
“You wouldn’t believe how much cock I’ve got in my hand.”
She said into Bill’s ear, “I can’t close my fingers around it.
This guy is built like a fucking horse.”
Bill leaned forward in the seat and turned slightly, to see
her slim fingers moving on the thick maleness. Lisa’s fingers
were curled around the beefy stalk, but couldn’t meet around the
huge thickness protruding from his wide open, unzipped fly.
The head of his cock was like a small apple, deeply clefted
at the bottom of his glans and flaring sharply like a big giant
mushroom, swollen with his lusty needs, dribbling his honey over
her questing finger tips as she caressed his knob.
Just watching his slim wife’s hand running all over and
touching another man’s prick was turning Bill on like never
before. He could feel his own prick emitting moisture from the
tiny hole as Lisa smeared her thumb over his slippery juice.
Bill intently watched as Lisa began to fondle the big meaty
mass of her stranger’s heavy prick.
Lisa tightened her grip, feeling the round heavy roll of his
foreskin slide down his cock, then rolled it back up over his
knob. Her movement gathered the skin in heavy folds, completely
covering the glans, also milking drops of juice which ran down
over her fingers. The stickiness of his juices turned Lisa on
even more, stretching out her legs, opening her thighs wider,
hoping to invite the male stranger to stroke her cunt as she
caressed his huge hard leaking male organ.
Her seatmate raised his arm resting it on the armrest,
unsure of her reactions, he made tentative motions with his
fingers as if he were stroking her. Lisa moved her thigh closer
to his resting hand.
The beautiful, turned on blonde leaned her head closer to
her seatmate on the right.
“Touch me, please,” she whispered to him.
Slowly her seatmate moved his hand, letting it rest on her
thigh, his fingers just touching the curved fullness of her upper
leg.
His tentative touch on her thigh was gentle as he left his
hand stationary on her thigh to see Bill’s reaction to his touch-
ing. Her husband’s reaction to the hand on her bare thigh was
rapid.
Her husband moved his hand to touch the stranger’s big
fingers, pulling his hand higher on his wife’s leg until the
stranger’s fingers brushed Lisa’s exposed and throbbing pussy’s
curly hair. Both sets of male fingers touched, then began to
caress her hairy wet cunt.
The first touch of both sets of male fingers sent the blonde
wife into another long orgasm, followed by another that set her
full breasts shuddering in the dim light reflected from the
screen. Her nipples, even the inverted left nipple, were stand-
ing up like strawberries.
“Stroke my tits while you feel my pussy,” the aroused wife
whispered into the beefy stranger’s ear, getting even more
aroused at the sound of her own voice talking dirty.
The stranger’s other hand began to squeeze the soft globe of
her tit, rubbing her erect nipple slowly in tantalizing circles
while both male fingers explored the region of her wildly hot
squelching pussy.
Lisa lay back, relaxed in the seat, pumping both pricks and
feeling the juice at the tips coating her fingers. She wondered
briefly, if this was the ultimate turn on, stroking two pricks
and getting finger fucked by two men at the same time.
She felt the desire to taste the seeping juices, to compare
male to male and see if the leaking lubricating juices from one
cock tasted any different than another.
She moved her fingers to each bulging prick tip, to transfer
a drop of leaking cock honey from each cock to her finger tips,
then she released both cocks. The sensual blonde wife touched
first one finger, then the other to her lips, rubbing the slip-
pery male honey on her full lower lip where her pink tongue
darted out and licked the juice.
She smacked her lips quietly at her husbands familiar salty
wetness from one finger, savoring the burly stranger’s cock honey
from the other.
The clear cock honey oozing from the meaty prick on her
right was thicker, and if anything, just a little sweeter than
her husband’s sticky, salty cock juice. Just one more taste of
each prick, then she moved her hands again, dropping them to both
groins and she began to pump harder, while watching the screen.
A red haired lady was getting her pussy sucked. Her sleek
thighs wide open, as the pink tongue was thrust into the furry
opening between her legs.
“Jesus, what a turn on,” Lisa thought. “Here I am, with a
hot throbbing prick in each hand, my husband and another guy I
don’t even know, finger fucking my pussy, while here on the
screen a six or seven foot pussy is being licked by a guy with a
five foot tongue.”
Lisa spasmed again, her orgasm wracking her body, her active
wet cunt making squelching noises, as the fingers caressed her
clitoris spreading the soft lips of her pussy.
…
Chapter 4

Both men were working as a team now. One with finger busy
slipping in and out of her cunt, while the other petted the clit
standing from the soft lips of her pussy. Lisa was coming con-
tinuously with both pairs of male fingers fucking her cunt.
Suddenly, she dropped her eyes from the screen. The seat in
front of her was occupied, but not in the usual manner.
In fact, the owner of the seat was not facing the screen at
all.
He had turned and was staring directly between her wide open
thighs, as her feet rested high on the seat, exposing all of her
legs, her soft wet cunt, and, her curvaceous ass as well.
He was staring deeply into her opened thighs, watching as
the two busy hands and twirling fingers were fucking her squelch-
ing wet cunt.
Her instinctive female reaction took over. Her open thighs
snapped tightly together, protecting her pussy from the man’s
view, pulled at her skirt and drew it down over her pussy and
legs.
Bill insistently pulled her dress back up over her belly,
exposing her wet cunt, putting pressure on the inside of her
thigh to make her open her legs wider again. She realized that
Bill had probably noticed the newcomer before she had, knowing he
was watching her cunt. At first, she was tempted to fight Bill’s
pressure on her thigh to open her legs, but than on second
thought, she relaxed and spread her legs, moving higher on the
seat to bring her hot steamy cunt closer to his staring face.
“Wild, baby, wild!” Lisa thought, squirming her ass in small
circles, undulating her belly upwards and spreading her legs as
wide as she could to give him and unobstructed view of her cunt
being finger fucked.
She realized then, that the newcomer was black. Looking
into her pussy, his face almost between her open knees. She
could imagine how deeply his eyes were boring into her wet cunt
as she slowly raised her ass even higher to give him an open
visual channel to her pulsating cunt.
The thought of a black man with his eyes on her hot wet
pussy, open and inviting, brought her to another shuddering
release, the juice cascading from the wet lips of her cunt to
pool between her thighs and soak slowly onto the seat under her
naked writhing ass, dripping down the seat bottom in a long
glistening trail.
“If he wants to see my cunt being finger fucked by two guys,
then I’ll give him a good eye full,” Lisa’s mind murmured.
She could see the black’s shoulder moving in rhythm and she
realized he was jacking off. He was staring into her pussy and
jacking off. Another orgasm twisted her body, her belly rippling
from the force, her pussy making the sound of one wet kiss then
another, as she soon started her almost continuous series of
orgasms. The image of his black cock being pumped in his black
fist was almost more than she could take.
The luscious blonde housewife’s belly contracted in orgasm’s
one after the other as she felt the lust being radiated by the
three men, one on each side with their fingers in her cunt, one
in front staring into her wet and open crotch, while she pumped
on their cocks with each hand.
Lisa’s mind spun, her heated blood roaring in her ears as
she realized how much she was enjoying this sexual encounter.
Her fingers busy fondling the throbbing slippery cocks while she
exposed her open lipped cunt to finger fucking, enjoying with
sexual abandon, the voyeur watching.
She discovered, in a flash of insight, that she loved being
looked at while she was indulging in sexual play. She liked
having her bare and naked pussy looked at by anybody, and the
closer they were, the better!
Bill’s cock thudded in her hand, swelling and jumping as he
slid forward in the seat. Her hand pumped faster, squeezing
more, jacking the juice from his balls, until with a soft groan,
his prick began to spurt. The first juicy spasm sent sperm
flying high over the back of the seat in front of him, next to
the black. The second spurt jumping even higher and Lisa could
see it against the lighted screen. She began to count under her
breath.
“Three”, as she felt and watched the silver sperm leap free
of his prick, “Four, five, six,” the spasms pumped the juice out.
“Seven….”
After a few seconds delay, sperm again shot from his balls.
Twice more, “Eight and nine,” she counted, then was amazed as
once more his prick swelled and the last juice squirted free.
This time the juice thinner, the last squirt shot almost as high
as the first two, then settled to a slow dribble of cum oozing
down his cock and over her fingers.
Her cunt again spasmed, overlaying the almost constant
orgasms she was having, when she felt the swelling and the in-
creased rigidity of the prick in her right hand, Lisa realizing
that her seatmate was about to cum.
Lisa slithered her hand down to the base of his huge male
organ, squeezing him hard in her hot fist, then slowly relaxing
her pressure, began to pump his cock with long strokes from the
base to the tip, trying to milk him with increasing pressure as
her fingers felt the ridge of his glans against the circle of her
closed clenched fist. Her movements became a blur as she stared
at his bulging prick, wanting to see the juice squirt.
She could feel his body writhe as he lunged upwards, driving
his cock harder into her hand, when he groaned. His cock jumping
in her pounding fist, spurted. Not squirt after squirt, as her
husbands cock had done, but one continuous stream of cum blasting
onto the seat in front, an out pouring of liquid shooting from
the bulbous head of his dick.
She wondered where he stored so much juice as his cock
gushed like a garden hose, arching high, splashing against the
seat and clinging like jelly globules to the hard slick seat
back.
She could feel the pouring of the hot liquid inside the
channel of his prick, swelling the root as his juice hosed out of
the hole, when she sensed the slowing of the hot juicy stream
coming from his huge prick.
She began a long rolling orgasm, her ass undulating, her
thighs wide open to the black’s gaze, as she milked the sperm
from both pricks, feeling it oiling her fingers as she watched
the slippery hot juice bubbling and slowly dripping from the
slitted heads of their softening cocks.
Her voice, soft, keening a sexual sound, repetitive and
animal like as her lust enveloped her mind, her ice blue eyes
slitted like a cat as her trim body shook with sexual pleasure.
The black rose, kneeling, his cock level with the top of the
seat, his big black hairy balls hanging from his prick, bulged
out over the seat back, Lisa realizing that he must have pulled
his pants down allowing his black cock more freedom as he watched
her being finger fucked.
The thick black veins were standing out on the knobby stem
as he slowly stroked his black thick prick, aiming it at the apex
of her hairy wet pussy as he slowly pumped.
She felt an overwhelming urge to gather the pinkish black
head of his prick in her mouth, she leaned forward to touch his
thick black prick with her tongue. Her white fingers slowly
grasped at his testicles as he continued to pump his cock.
Unable to help herself, as if mesmerized, her hands reached
for the masturbating cock. The sensuous blonde’s fingers tracing
the thickened skin of his balls with her fingertips, scratching
at the rough surface of his hard and hairy testicles, feeling his
hand over hers, holding her to his jerking prick while he still
stared at her hot, wet and open pussy.
She slid her fingers higher along the black shaft, displac-
ing his hand from his organ, leaning forward, running her hot
pink tongue questingly over the leaking end of his knob. His
musky honey was oily on her lips as she slithered and swirled her
flickering wet tongue over the swelled and spongy glans.
Her lips slightly opened and her head plunged forward, her
full lips gathering his big hard black prick in the emptiness of
her sucking mouth.
Her hands, free to roam, went around his body to cup his
muscular buttocks, pulling him deeper into her mouth until her
nose was pressed against the wiry hair of his belly and his cock
head slid down into the slickness of her throat.
As she withdrew her lips, sucking the hard root, twirling
her tongue, she felt him began to lunge his cock back into her
mouth, fucking her face as he came closer to shooting his hot wet
juices. Lisa’s fingers touched his balls, feeling as hard rocks,
tightly pulled up against his belly, knowing that his big cock
was just seconds from shooting his cum.
One last hard suck on the swollen knob was all it took to
bring him off. Lisa released his prick from her mouth and
slumped back down into her seat, her legs splayed wide, wet hairy
pussy presented to him, breasts bare and quivering for his cum.
The first spurt splashed onto her bare belly and stuck. The
second, perhaps better aimed, struck her wetly furred opening
full into the pink distended lips of her pussy.
Her hand darted to grasp his spraying prick, clasping it in
her fingers, opening her mouth, aiming it to her face. His salty
musky sperm shot between her open lips to cling to her pink
tongue like pudding as her hand milked, wishing for another
taste. She rolled her tongue, savoring the hot spermy liquid as
he shot his cum again. This spurt missed her face but fell to
her quivering breasts, clinging, dribbling down the smooth soft-
ness of her chest.
Her fingers gathered some of the juice from her tits and
wiped the sticky liquid onto the soft hair of her pussy, feeling
the slickness seep into her juicy wet pink opening, satisfying
momentarily the sexual lusty feelings flooding her feverish
brain.
As Lisa was slathering the sticky slick juice into her
pussy, she noticed that the credits were advancing on the screen,
realizing that the first movie was over, the lights would be on
very quickly.
The theatre lights slowly began to brighten, while Lisa
busily smoothed her skirt down over her legs, buttoned the front
of her dress, covering her sperm covered slick tits beneath the
material of her top, feeling the wetness of the clinging sperm on
her tits sticking to the material at the top of her dark orange
jersey dress, holding the cloth to her breasts.
“Thank God, that it’s wash and wear,” Lisa thought to her-
self, knowing the sperm stains were unmistakable to any cleaner
in the country.
Lisa leaned forward to the black seated now in front of her.
“You do have a lovely prick there, and I enjoyed sucking you
off. Thank you for giving me a nice evening.”
Her seatmate smiled, his white teeth flashing from his black
face as he said, “My pleasure, Ma’am.”
Looking over to her right, Lisa found that her companion
with the large prick had departed without even thanking her for
jacking him off. Without any words, Lisa and Bill began to move
from their seats to the exit.
Lisa noticed several men in the rear rows, and two couples
at the side, all with hard pricks being stroked and a couple at
one side of the theatre balcony were engaging in a mutual mastur-
bation exhibition for the three men seated at each side, watch-
ing.
As they left the balcony and walked through the lobby, Lisa
could feel the black’s sperm, glue-like, inch down one curved
thigh, until it freed itself from her body leaving a silver spot
on the carpet like saliva spat from someone’s lips.
“Jesus, Bill, what a great night. My mind is blown.”
Her body felt weak and her mind filled again with the sight
and fury at the sensuality she experienced in the theatre. Her
pussy still slithery, both from her own juices and the sperm that
shot over the seat row and was rubbed into the soft hairy open-
ing.
As Bill unlocked the car door for her, Lisa felt that she
wanted to fuck Bill as soon as she got him home, also feeling
that she had to talk to him as soon as possible about what they
had experienced tonight in the theatre. She used her power as
they drove home.
“I really enjoyed watching my wife get turned on tonight.
When she jacked off that guy, I got even hornier than ever be-
fore, and when she sucked off that guy, wrapping her tongue on
his black joint, I almost came again. Boy is she sexy. I love
her so much that I want to fuck her hot snatch all wet with cum
as soon as I get home. I’d like to talk her into doing this
again. What a sexy wife I have.”
…
Chapter 5

“Do you know that it’s been exactly one month since we had
our adventure at the Alameda!”
They sat in the living room watching a taped movie through
their VHS video recorder. Bill had joined a video club and after
buying two adult, triple X rated movies. They very much enjoyed
watching them, and then the video club allowed them to trade back
the movies and check out two new movies.
They now watched a couple a week, then went to bed and
screwed until they were exhausted.
“Are you thinking about jacking off pricks again?” Bill
smiled, idly rubbed the silky skin of her thigh just above the
smooth curve of her knee, then moving higher on her sleek thigh
moving towards her moistness.
“God, yes.”, Lisa writhed as his fingers touched her panty
covered pubis, “jacking them off, sucking them, maybe even fuck-
ing a few. I’m ready to go to the Alameda theatre again, any
time you are!”
“You liked that little jacking off adventure, didn’t you
baby?
His soft voice murmured seductively, “and you dig getting
your cunt finger fucked while you jack off a big, hard prick.”
His finger pushed through the silken fabric of her moist
panties at her erect clit pushing from the lips of her cunt
against the silky fabric of her panties. Lisa began to squirm
with delight at the soft fingering of her hot pussy.
“I think we were both really turned on that night, yes, I’d
like to either do that or some other adventure with you again,”
Lisa purred, I liked it when I had two fingers in my pussy and a
prick spurting cum in each hand, not to mention the guy in front
that jacked off his come all over my tits. Now that was really a
turn on for me.”
“What I’d also like to do is watch you either finger fuck
another lady, or eat her, of fuck her, or something like that.
You know what I mean, have dirty sex with another woman while I
could watch, just like you watched me jack off those cocks there
in the Alameda.”
“Well honey, I’d like that too. If we could figure out how
to get another lady for me, or a guy for you, maybe we could both
watch each other fucking and sucking,” Bill’s soft voice submit-
ted his thoughts to his blonde wife.
“I don’t know whether I’d rather have you watch me, or me
watch you.”
“Or, maybe watch each other!”
“Could be, either would turn us both on even more.”
After a few minutes of silence, Lisa spoke again, “You know
that I do like these screw movies and I like to watch them with
you and then make love, but…our adventure at the Alameda was
more exciting than these movies.”
Bill probed harder at her clit, his finger worming under the
elastic band of her panties, sinking into her wet cunt.
“Yes, I know. You’d like to see our adventure on video,
wouldn’t you Lisa?”
“Damn right I would. We’re just as good, maybe even better
than the turkeys we watch on those tapes. Why don’t we star in
our own movies? We could get a camera and take movies of us at
the Alameda, then watch them whenever we wanted right here at
home.
She squirmed as his plunging finger sent pleasure rippling
down her belly.
“Too dark. Can’t take movies there, not enough light for a
video camera. Just couldn’t get a tape of that black stud
squirting his cum on your belly in that darkness, or when you
kissed his cock for him, for that matter.”
“Well damn it William! That’s what I want to do. You’re
smart about cameras, figure it out. You can if you put you mind
to work.”
She began to grope his cock as his finger worked on her
clit. “But right now, let’s get to bed. I want that hard cock
in me, right now!”
His feet digging into the sheets, stroking his pounding
prick into her open cunt, her legs locked around the small of his
back, ass lifting on his down stroke as she felt the pussy juice
run down the crevasse of her shapely ass.
They screwed, prick slipping wetly into her cunt as she
began the long series of orgasms with a low moan. Gripping her
plunging ass Bill pulled her tight as his cock spurted into her
clasping pussy. Lisa counted the spurts and when they stopped at
five, realized just how much more that he had been turned on at
the Alameda a month ago. Her cunt milked the cum from his prick,
she could feel it writhe over his softening penis, while she felt
her orgasm taper off then slowly stop.
“I’ve got to keep him thinking about how much he wants to
see me get screwed by another guy.”
Lisa’s determination to make Bill think of ways to get her
fucked, occupied her mind, when she resolved to work the power on
her husband as much as she could over the next few days.
As they drifted into sleep, Lisa felt another orgasm twitch
her body as she again thought of jacking off two cocks, feeling
and tasting the squirting black’s cum on her lips, tits and
pussy. She drifted into sleep.
..
“Wait until you see it,” Bill opened the big box to reveal a
color video camera.
“I’ve got a portable VHS unit, and a low light level video
camera. I’ve also bought a tripod, a remote control switch, ten
cassettes of blank tape, and a auto focus low light lens for the
video camera. You’re going to be a star baby!”
The remainder of the evening after dinner was filled with
trying out the camera, the auto focus lens and the portable
recorder. Much giggling from Lisa while the conspirators planned
just where and how they were going to shoot their “EPIC” movie.
How they were going to get some of their friends into the movies
without their friends being aware that they were being filmed.
Bill shot about twenty minutes of Lisa undressing slowly,
lying on the bed and masturbating for the camera lens, her soft
red tipped fingernails toying with her pussy while Bill adjusted
and fiddled with the setting on the camera, occasionally even
moving the lights in the bedroom for a little more brilliance.
Lisa demanded equal time too, playing at being both a direc-
tor and a cameraman, with Bill holding a copy of Playboy magazine
and jacking off to the nude centerfold bunny.
Lisa zoomed in as he spurted his sperm onto the fold out
page, capturing on tape the squirting silver juice from his cock.
Playback in slow motion later, the silver jets arched out to
softly splash and cling to the slick magazine pages as her hus-
band milked every drop of sperm onto the smiling Bunny.
In bed later, the camera in the closet, lens fixed on the
bed, the overheated couple fucked for the camera, capturing the
action for later watching.
..
The sensual blond used her power on her husband almost every
time they were together, sometimes even sending the power to him
at work. Planting the thoughts of seeing his lovely blond wife
getting screwed and being able to watch it over and over on the
video cassette later.
She thought maybe she’d used her power too much, when it
seemed that all her husband talked about was watching her ‘get
the pork poured to her’.
Lisa decided not to continue using her power. Bill was
already too horny about her getting fucked by someone else. Slow
down and let nature take it’s course.
Watching her make love to another man was beginning to be an
obsession with her husband.
The next week flew by, as they tried camera angles and
lighting in the bedroom. Another week and they felt that they
had solved the problems, their camera work was good, the lighting
fine, the finished product of their tests with the units was
superior to the tired old copies of the taped movies they had
rented. They were all set to shoot their big epic movie.
Much planning went into the selection of the guests, with
three couples invited, for a total of eight for dinner Saturday
night. Polly and Harry from her office. Polly was a free talk-
ing, very pretty lady with long black hair and big tits which
Bill admitted to Lisa, really turned him on. Harry was the
office manager over Lisa and although nothing had gone on between
then, Lisa felt his bold eyes on her bosom and ass. His quick
look at her legs when she crossed them indicated his willingness
to play, if he knew he wouldn’t get in office problems or trouble
with Bill over her.
Another couple, who lived together, but were not married,
were invited when Lisa noticed the bulge in his swimsuit while
she and Bill were over for a San Jose swim party.
His name was Bill also, but his nickname was Bull, which
tickled Lisa’s fancy. His girl friend, Susan, was a petit blonde
with a wide mouth and an ass that she liked to swing when she
thought some male was looking, which was often.
Bill said “That she looked like she just got out of bed and
couldn’t wait to get back in,” and Lisa laughed.
Bill invited George and told him to bring a friend. George,
a professional football player who had injured his knee five
years ago, was selling insurance now. They did not know who
George would bring to the dinner.
..
Saturday evening, just before the guests were to arrive,
Lisa was modeling her outfit for Bill. Gold woven fabric, slit
from the hem to her upper thigh, a wide black leather belt and a
blouse which wrapped over the front.
When she bent over, her lovely breasts were suspended and
open to well below the nipples.
No panties, showing Bill how she could flash her beaver at
whoever was directly across from her position by sitting demurely
with her knees tightly clasped, turning slightly and letting her
thighs open, her slitted skirt falling away from her thighs, her
skirt opened, exposing her thighs clear up to the crotch.
By moving just another inch or so, Lisa then showed Bill her
pussy.
“No power tonight, just my sexy body, and my looks to help
me lure my prey.”
Lisa’s thoughts were not shared with her husband, “I’ll just
let things happen as they happen. If I can’t get fucked all by
myself, then something’s wrong.”
While the guests arrived, Bill served cocktails, Lisa ad-
mired George’s date’s dress, giving each of the men in turn a
glimpse of her pretty pink nipples as she served the napkins for
the cocktails.
Betty was George’s date, light black, ass rippling when she
walked. A beautiful lady from England with a charming accent.
After dinner, the group sat around the living room with
coffee and brandy, Lisa across from George, tantalizing him with
flashes of her long slim legs, the slitted dress parting.
George’s glances delved into the darkness of her thighs.
Harry at her right, being treated to glimpses of her full
breasts.
Each time Harry spoke to her Lisa leaned slightly toward
him, her breasts nudging the wrapped opening on her blouse,
parting the soft material, exposing her nipples.
Between showing George her thighs and Harry her breasts,
Lisa was getting aroused. She could visualize the size of
Harry’s prick by the swelling bulge in Harry’s lap as she watched
him dart glances into the dark cleavage of her full breasts. She
enjoyed feeling the power to turn Harry on, feeling the moisture
beginning to gather on the lips of her naked pussy.
The sensuous blonde housewife decided that she really liked
being looked at and admired sexually, and besides looking at male
buns, really liked looking at the swelling male lap, wondering
about the size and shape of the masculine organ in hiding!
The after dinner party slowly broke into couples, Bill and
Susan, Lisa and George, with Bull talking to Polly.
Heading for the bar to get another brandy, Lisa took
George’s hand and pulled him to the bar.
“Would you help a girl George. I need someone to open a new
bottle of brandy, and you look like you’d be good at uncorking
and unscrewing.”
“I don’t know too much about unscrewing, but I’d be glad to
help,” George leered.
“I never heard of anyone getting unscrewed.”
“I’ll bet you don’t know anything about unscrewing,” Lisa
laughed, “what do you know about?”
“I know about football, I know about insurance, and I do
know you’re not wearing any panties. I know that you’ve been
showing me your pretty pussy all night, and I know that you’re
the most desirable lady here tonight. I also know that if you
weren’t married, I’d sure give you a run.”
George touched her hip, his big black hand lightly caressing
her flared hip through the gold fabric.
Filling and warming the brandy, Lisa smiled at him, touching
his hand with hers, scratching at the back of his big black hand
with her fingernails while she moved closer to the big football
star, lightly pressing the tips of her breasts into his thick
arm.
“Not only am I not wearing any panties, just so you could
see my pussy, but I’m not wearing any brassiere either. I’m
totally nude underneath this thin material. And all of it is
just for you, George.”
…
Chapter 6

The light grazing of nipples against the heavy muscled arm,
popped Lisa’s inverted left nipple and she felt the delightful
squirm of her pussy experiencing the tremor of an orgasm.
Lisa placed her ice blue eyes on George’s face.
“I’m married George, not dead! Bill and I get along fine,
but I do what I do, and Bill does what he does. We don’t own
each other. As a matter of fact, I think we’re just leasing,
that’s why I’m not wearing a brassiere either,” Lisa leaned
forward, hunching her shoulders slightly, allowing George free
vision of her succulent pink nippled breasts. “Like to see more
of these?” Lisa purred, moving her shoulders so her full succu-
lent breasts quivered and shook with ripples.
“I’m interested, what do we do about it?” The husky black
growled.
“You’ve got me anytime you want me. Just whistle.”
George pursed his lips, a slow long whistle emitted from his
mouth.
“Bill”, she called out, “George and I are going to talk
about that insurance policy on the house. Do you want to come
along and talk about it now?”
Bill, deep in conversation with Susan waved her a negative
gesture.
“You two look, I’m busy here,” his eyes devouring Susan.
Susan’s infectious laughter brought giggles from the ladies and
a chuckle from Bull.
Bill knew where Lisa and George were going. Their planned
evening was working out well. He knew that Lisa would put on an
excellent show for the tape recorder and camera that they could
watch later that night, or any other night they might choose to
watch the action.
..
Lisa led George down the hallway to the master bedroom,
where the camera was hidden in the closet. The camera lens
peeked out between the clothing hung in the closet. Focused on
the bed and the mirror on the wall, to give the over sexed hus-
band and wife two views of her adventures with big George.
George’s hands slid up under her skirt, Lisa pulling away
from his hands.
“Not so fast, my friend. Just sit down here on the bed
while I close and lock the door,” Lisa slipped the lock. “Now,
my friend I’ve been showing you what I’ve got, now it’s time to
let me see what you’ve got. You sit down and let little Lisa do
it all for you.”
Positioning the husky black male where the camera was fo-
cused, she sat on the edge of the bed, her heel sliding to touch
the floor switch that turned on the video camera and recorder.
Lisa reached her fingers to his zipper and drew it down, the
teeth making a soft buzzing sound as she pulled it down from his
belt buckle to his crotch.
Her hand sought the opening, delving into the warmth of his
groin searching for the male bar at the opening of his jockey
shorts.
Success! Her fingers touched the soft bar and drew it from
it’s hiding place. Drooping like a ripe banana, his thick
skinned male organ emerged. Soft, it hung down from his open
fly, as she pulled harder unwinding his cock from it’s stowed
hiding place, drawing it out to it’s full length. It hung, semi
soft, semi hard, black shafted with a pinkish black, mushroom
shaped knobby head half hidden with foreskin.
“That feel good, honey?” She asked as she stroked his heavy
foreskin lightly back and forth over the bulbous knob of his male
black cock. She knelt between his outstretched knees and leaned
forward into his crotch.
“Better and better,” was his husky low voiced answer. His
cock began to thicken as her hands fondled lovingly, touching the
silken skin lightly with her fingertips, tracing the heavy black
veins that stood from the circumference of his mighty rod.
She began milking his black prick from root to tip, squeez-
ing on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing the skin back toward
his balls on the return caress, until she was rewarded be a clear
drop of honey oozing from the deep set hole in the glans of his
pecker, which welled out, a crystal jewel of liquid sparkling
against the pink blackness of his knob.
“I really like it when a prick starts leaking!” Lisa mur-
mured with a lascivious lick of her red lips. “I get turned on
something fierce when I get to swallow even just a little bit of
cum!”
She traced the heavy swollen veins standing out from the
basalt blackness of the stem of his cock with one hand while the
other opened the tie at the side of her blouse, pulling it open
to bare her succulent breasts to him.
His black hand covered one, squeezing and touching the soft
flesh, finger rubbing the erect nipple, coaxing it further.
Her quick hand now pumped his prick with increasing pressure
squeezing and pulling. Juice welling from the deep hole in the
tip, began to pearl and then to run down over the knobby head.
Bending slightly forward, her pink tongue dipped into the juice
of his honey, licking it from the smooth skin. Her palate,
rewarded, savored the sticky liquid that spread to coat her
tongue and the inner surface of her mouth.
Pumping more, the juices began to run from his glans, while
she caught another droplet then touched the opening of his black
prick to the pink nipple of her breast.
The nipple sparkled as she coated it with the honey welling
from his cock. She ran her tight fingers to the base of his cock
milking it toward the tip, squeezing the clear honey out to hang
on his glans in a thick pearl.
She bent, squeezing more until the quivering droplet hung,
then left the dark knob to descend slowly to her pink erect
nipple.
The juice dripped to the tip of her nipple then clung,
slowly transferred from his cock to the tip of her breast, quiv-
ering as she watched it, then dripped from her pointed tit in one
long spider web.
She caught the web thin hanging droplet on her finger,
transferring it to her mouth, savoring the coating on the mem-
brane of her pink tongue. She was having flashbacks of the
Alameda theatre now, visualizing in fantasy the other black prick
squirting on her cunt and belly and the taste of the black cum in
her mouth. She pulled his long cock harder, jacking him off, her
hand flew on the thick black root clutched between her grasping
palm.
“George, I’ve always had this fantasy, of sucking off a big
black prick and swallowing the juicy cum. I’m going to suck all
the juice from your prick, and then let it slide slowly down my
throat.”
The blonde wife bent forward, touched her pointed pink
tongue to the honey welling from the slitted hole in his black
prick, laving the head with her flickering tongue.
Lisa rolled his heavy foreskin out from his groin, gathering
it around the head of his prick in her mouth, forcing her flick-
ering tongue between the heavy folds of soft skin and the swollen
head.
She delighted in the different taste, the musky savor of
skin between his black soft foreskin and the salty taste of the
honey welling from the head of his cock.
“That’s it honey. Suck me. Suck up my juicy cock. Take it
all and suck the cum right out of my balls.”
His hoarse voice implored her to more suction, his black
hands and black fingers busy milking and squeezing her full
breast and coaching her nipples to stand up hard.
“Uummm,” her muffled answer came from deep in her throat,
around the prick in her well stuffed mouth.
Lisa pulled back. George’s black hard prick, free from her
sucking mouth, stood pounding from his groin.
“I like the taste of your cock, George. Will you let me
suck it off, and cum in my mouth? I’d like to feel your sperm
all over the inside of my mouth and tongue, and then swallow it
all. That’s been my fantasy, and now will you help me fulfill
it?”
His big black hands cupped her head tenderly, drawing her
face back down over the thick black stalk welling milky juices
onto a thick glob of silver honey at the tip of his prick.
Her sensitive tongue feeling the surges in his cock head as
the throbbing increased to a steady beat. Sliding her mouth
farther engulfing more and more of his prick, feeling the bulbous
head go deeper and deeper until her nose rested against his
belly, cushioned by the wiry black hair in his groin, the zipper
teeth scraping her nostrils.
She swallowed, her throat gulping, massaging his glans with
her throat then tight lipped she pulled back, milking his cock
with her mouth, savoring the musky juice coating her oral cavity.
Twice more her mouth forced the length of his black prick, deep-
throating him, when he started to shudder, his body tensing.
Once more her lips traveled from tip to root, then holding
his surging prick with the hand farthest from the camera lens,
she pulled her lips free and open mouthed, aimed his prick to the
opening, a distance of about five or six inches.
She jacked and pumped the black rod, turned on by the
thought of the camera catching the juice from his balls entering
her lips, thinking of the juice spraying out from the tip of his
cock into her ready waiting and eager mouth.
The first ropy squirt spanned the space to splash into her
mouth, a glob of silver musky juice, thick as tapioca pudding,
and she leaned slightly closer to catch the second spurted offer-
ing, trapping it with her open mouth.
As the squirting black prick spurted less sperm, she fol-
lowed with her mouth, closer now to the spitting squirting end of
his cock, until she had captured the last of the sticky sperm in
her open mouth.
Slowly her lips slid over the pink black knob and sucking
she pulled all of his still pulsing prick into her mouth, feeling
it soften. Lisa’s fingers tightened at the base of his prick,
squeezing the thick shaft upwards, her fingers on top of his rod,
thumb underneath as she slowly squeezed the sticky hot cum from
his prick, watching the pearly sperm form on the clefted black
glans.
Her head slowly bent over his cock, as she began to lick at
the sperm with the tip of her tongue, swirling her pointed pink
tongue into the hole. Licking up all of his sticky silver juice
from the tip of his knob, down to his balls, cleaning off all of
the escaped wetness, then pulled his cock back into her mouth.
Gently sucking at the lump of flesh, savoring the juices and
the feel of the softening satin smooth skin. Lisa suckled at his
sperm, catching and holding the glob of hot sperm, then turning
her head slightly to face the hidden VCR camera, the avidly prick
sucking blonde allowed droplets of his juice to escape from the
corners of her mouth, for the camera.
Pulling his cock back, George began to draw it from her
lips, while she sucked it like a large, fat piece of spaghetti,
until it fell from her lips with an audible pop.
“Now it’s my turn. My turn to suck you off, Lisa.” The
husky black male leaned forward, holding Lisa’s shoulders with
his big hands as he pulled he forward and up onto the bed.
“George, I’d rather not, we’ve been in here so long that
someone will wonder what happened to us, and besides, when I get
a tongue in my pussy, I like to keep it there one long time.”
“To hell with the others,” George growled.
“Well, at least think of my husband out there,” Lisa smiled
demurely, eyes cast down, trying to look as virginal as possible.
“I do have a marriage and a reputation to protect, but I’d
sure take a rain check for some time later, maybe even later
tonight, if this party ever gets livened up like I think that it
will, especially if you help it along by sexing it up out there
with the other girls.”
“You mean you want me to help you turn this party into an
orgy?”
“Now that would be fun, wouldn’t it George. How would you
like to fuck one of the girls out there? And which one would you
like to fuck, besides me?”
“Well,” his brow furrowed with thought, “I’ve already fucked
Betty plenty of times, and you would be my next choice, but I’d
like to fuck that little blonde sexy bitch Susan, too.”
“Then why don’t you help me out and let’s get sexy out there
with the others until we get a full blown swinging orgy started.”
“I’ll do it, let’s go get the fucking started.”
“Slow down now,” Lisa’s voice calmed down the big ex-foot-
ball player, “we’ve got to play this cool, letting the others
warm up a little slow if we want to get a real swinging orgy
started. We might get them all a little drunk, and relax any
inhibitions they may have. Then when they are all relaxed and
happy, then bang, we fuck all of them!”
George broke into laughter at her light hearted planning,
not really sure if she was kidding him, or really planning a full
blown orgy for the group tonight.
“Are you serious, Lisa?”
“You bet your ass I’m serious, do you want to help out, and
then fuck Susan, or not?”
“Sure, I’ll help. What do you want me to do?”
“Here is what we’ll do, as soon as we get around to it,
later this evening, we’ll…
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