enjoyed having that space filled the way Bob was willing to do it. 'I'm a lucky girl,' she said. 'I could have ended up with anybody, and yet I ended up with you. You're so nice.' He kissed her on the mouth and held his tongue in her face while he filled her twat with hot come. 'There,' he said, squirting out his load, 'I think you got what you were looking for.' A moment later he pulled his joint out from her pussy and climbed off her smooth, supple body. He lay aside and grabbed his shirt, from under the coffee table, and searched out a cigarette. 'I've licked your big fifties, lady, and I've played with your clit and fingered your asshole and fucked your vagina, but I still don't believe any of it. You know that? Not one bit of it.' He lit up his cigarette. 'I guess I never will.' He took a long drag on the fag, and then while he exhaled, he asked: 'Will I ever see you again?'
'Hey,' she said, 'you talk like I'm leaving right now. We're not done yet, you know.' She smiled and ready for more sex, she reached down to his hefty rod. She pulled it up. 'I think you got more of that hot pudding for me in there. No?'
'Yeah, sure,' said Bob. 'Sure. Why not?' He shook his head. He couldn't believe the dumb luck of the situation. 'I got plenty more,' he added. 'Why the hell not?' He put the cigarette out and lay back on top of her. He reached around and grabbed her warm smooth buns. 'You sure are young,' he said, feeling her soft flesh. 'I mean really young. What, sixteen? Seventeen?'
'Seventeen,' she said, sliding her hands down around his ass cheeks. 'Seventeen and enjoying every minute of it.' She slid her finger between his buttocks and felt up his anus. Then she reached between her body and his and found his joint. 'You're not hard enough, yet,' she said. 'Why don't you come up here?' By 'here' she meant and indicated between her breasts. 'I think you'd like it,' she added.
Bob didn't need much convincing. He climbed up onto Janet's chest and pushed her meaty rod up and down between her tittles. He used his joint and her titties to make a special flesh mesh there. He rubbed his spongy and slightly wet mushroom head up and down along her smooth breast skin. It was satin smooth, tanned brown, and the nipples were up and ready for more of the same. It didn't take him long to get hot enough, and hard enough, too, to get his joint ready to fuck her in the cunt tube. He climbed back down along her belly, giving the underside of his rod a special little thrill, and landed between her thighs. Then he pushed his prick into place in her cunt tube.
'There,' she moaned, 'I like that there.' He had, apparently, rubbed at just the right angle to make his prick crown catch hold of her clitoris. By rubbing up and down he was able to stimulate the hottest part of her sweltering twat. The little button went slipping up and down, caressed and fondled by the head of his meat. He then stroked all the way into her sweet canal and felt up folds of pussy flesh that she'd never known existed.
'Oh, Bob,' she sighed, 'you do have a big prick. Even the second time around it's big. Bigger even than before.' She swayed her hips from side to side, pushed her tube along the top of his penis, and then she grabbed hold of his member with all of her strength. She used her muscles inside her pussy to give both of them a first-class thrill. 'Oh, God,' she cried out. 'Oh, God, Yes! Yes, fuck me, yes! Yes I love to fuck me yes, yes, yes!'
Bob kept his rod stiff and rolling. He hammered away at the inside of the sliding narrow tube. Everything was nice and wet, heated and squeezing. Her oozing tube was gripping the head of his meat, kneading and milking it. 'You do good, baby. Really fucking good.'
'Yesterday,' she said, moaning and tossing and turning her hips, 'a surfer boy slapped me. I fucked him three times and before the third time, up the asshole, he slapped me. Do you believe it?'
'I don't like to,' he said, 'but after today-' He grunted a time or two. '-after today, I have to believe anything.' He slid forward and the mushroom head of his meat plowed into the back wall of her vagina. He gave Janet Tibbleton a start because she not only wasn't expecting the spear to go sliding into her that way, but she also wasn't expecting the simultaneous arrival of his finger in her anus. He shoved it up into her asshole tube at exactly the same instant as his prick pounded sharply at the back of her pussy. 'Jesus fucking Christ?' she hollered. 'I may be odd, but you have to be careful. You nearly fucking killed me with that one. Jesus!'
He couldn't hear her. He was well on his way into the land of bliss. His meaty prick head, hot and sensitive from the first fuck, was now entering the throb stage. Any moment now he would ejaculate a second time, and for a second time he would flood the vessel with hot come. He wondered what it would be like to fuck such a horny beautiful piece of flesh every day. He stroked her titties and worked out on her asshole with his finger. He used his tongue on her breasts and his hand, too, and his finger on her asshole, and his cock in her vagina. 'Jesus,' he whispered in her young ear, 'you really do have what it takes. I love your body, Janet. I love the shape of your belly and your hips.' His hands slid down around her waist and he rocked her just the way he liked her twat to move, across the length of his thick shaft, up and down on the spongy mushroom head of his joint, and then back again. 'Mmmmm,' he hummed, 'oh, yeah, you are supple, baby. Your body defines the meaning of the word.' He slipped in another impossible, inevitable inch. His prick seemed to get bigger, the head expanded, and then he let loose, twitching off with all sorts of jism with which to fill Janet Tibbleton's hot vaginal reservoir. She swooned with delight when she felt the hot pudding fill her cunt mold, and she sucked all the juice up as if it were manna from heaven.
When it was all over, the gas station attendant pulled his prick clear of the precious labial gates of flesh. He rolled back on his back and lit up the same cigarette he'd earlier been smoking. He took a long drag on the butt and closed his eyes when he exhaled. 'How sweet it is,' he sighed. 'Life ain't so bad, you know that? It ain't so bad at all.'
'You're tellin' me,' said Janet. 'Life is damn good, if you ask me. Damn fucking good.'
VII: MIDNIGHT TONGUE
If Tom Tibbleton knew about his teenage bride's infidelity, he certainly didn't let on, He would come home from a hard day's work at the photo studio, and, no matter what he was thinking and no matter what suspicions he might have harbored, he took one look at lovely seventeen year old Janet's tanned body, eyeballing especially her smooth hanging boobies and her silky vagina and those ample thighs-and he
couldn't resist telling her how much he loved her.
'Come on, baby,' he'd say after dinner, 'let's go for a roll or two. Or three or four,' And he'd take her in tow by the elbow and kiss her all the way down the hallway until they arrived naked in bed. And there he would slam his joint so hard into her splendid pussy that he would forget that he ever even heard of the word cuckold.
On one particular occasion, he became so fascinated with Janet's asshole that he very nearly ate it out with his tongue. But at the last minute he gave way to merely massaging the perfect iris sphincter, poking it with his finger, kneading the flesh of her cheeks with his hands, and then lightly kissing the ass cheeks once or twice.
'I like that,' said Janet, blushing with every touch to her rear end. 'My rump is very sensitive,' she added. 'It turns me on when you touch me there.'
'Good,' said Tom. He stroked her again and then rolled her over on her back. 'I want you to do some sucking tonight, darling. Just to make sure you're still in shape, haven't forgotten how to give my prick a good licking. You know what I mean?'
'That's a challenge if I ever heard one,' said Janet with a big joyful smile. And she attacked his rod with full strength. She wrapped her tongue around the head, went sliding down on the base, and nearly ate his rod right off of its socket. When he was good and wet and ready, she told him to lie on his back and get set for a first class mounting. She spread her tender loins and sat up onto his joint. She reached under her body to place him, up between her slippery wet lips, and pulled his prick into the right angle. Then she went hopping up and down, like a frog, jamming herself with his hefty fuck-stick. It didn't take long to get Tom coming inside her, shooting off his works in her tube. 'Wow,' he said, 'you're better than ever.'
'Practice makes perfect,' said young Janet, climbing off of her husband's, temporarily spent penis. 'Do you want to wait a little while for more?'
'If you don't mind,' he said softly. 'Why don't you work out with the dildo, get yourself really hot, and then I'll fuck you again.'
'Sure,' she said. 'Good thinking.' She picked up out of the drawer the electric cock and switched it on high speed. 'This thing amazes me,' she told Tom. 'I like the (way it looks, too. Just like a real penis.' She lay back and unfolded her legs. She spread her smooth brown loins and applied the head of the vibrator to the inside of her
