sending his rod plunging forward deeply inside her asshole.
A few burning strokes later, he reached down and toyed with her ass cheeks. He fondled the firm globes of flesh, then squeezed them with everything that he had.
The stabs continued. The relentless pace was developing as he pushed ever closer to the moment of climax. He had spent a good deal. of time working up to that frenzied level of sexual activity, and now that he was about to spurt his juices inside her, he felt better than ever.
He recalled the lengthy arguments he had had with Sheila about letting herself go and engaging in sex acts that she considered verboten. Perhaps she would not see things from his standpoint, but he had somebody at the moment who definitely would.
As he looked down at her wiggling buttocks once more, he thought about how lucky he was to have an asshole like that to fuck. He kept sending his inflamed phallus ever deeper into her asshole, driving it hard into her rectum as the brutal activity continued.
Sweat began to streak down both sides of his face, and his facial muscles began to tense as he saw himself drawing ever closer to climax.
He squeezed her buttocks for everything he was worth, then heaved one final sigh. Joel knew at that point exactly what was coming.
“I’m gonna cream,” he exclaimed loudly. “I’m juicing in your asshole.”
“Does it ever feel good, my dear,” she smiled, closing her eyes as the spurts of liquid spilled out of the end of the head of his penis.
The hot cream came in thick gobs, and finally it came no more.
At that point Joel immediately loosened, the grip on his lover’s ass cheeks.
“Another bull’s-eye,” he laughed, patting her affectionately on the back.
Joel stretched out in the middle of the bed, resting a little after his second successive orgasm. His face was flushed with a sense of accomplishment.
While he lay there, Faye lowered her beautiful body into bed, stretching it out right next to his.
She made certain that she let her right breast scrape against the side of his body. As her tit touched him, he couldn’t help but twitch a little.
“You’re great, baby, a wonderful piece of ass1” Joel told her.
To emphasize his point, he threw his left arm around her, fondling her lovely body.
“I want some more action,” she said. “You don’t know what you did to me-when you fucked my asshole.”
He looked over at her and smiled.
“Tell me more,” he said.
“Well, for one thing, I’m like pepper down between my legs. My pussy is burning up, darling.”
“That’s fascinating.”
“Isn’t it, though.”
“Just maybe I’ll do something about that this very minute.”
“I wish you would.”
He moved his left hand down between her legs, permitting his fingers to come into contact with her vagina.
He felt the pleasant wetness, working his fingers first against her matted wet pussy hairs, then sliding his fingers down inside her mound.
Systematically he worked his fingers against her velvety vaginal walls, developing intensity within her. While her body twisted with rhythmic satisfaction, enjoying the strokes that he provided, Joel stepped up his pace.
He began to work his fingers more speedily than before, and as he settled into the routine of his act, Faye kicked her legs up and heaved a sigh.
While his fingers darted over her pussy, she found herself growing more acutely aroused.
“I need your tongue,” she finally begged. “Enough is enough, baby, and you’ve given me more finger movements than I can stand.”
“Then I guess I’d better suck your snatch.”
“That’s just about it.”
“The moment has arrived.”
Joel reached out and grabbed her ankles, parting Faye’s legs, then slipping his head between them.
He thrust his tongue out in front of him, pushing his head forward as he came ever closer to his lover’s mound.
With surging enthusiasm he began to work his tongue briskly against Faye’s vagina.
His tongue stimulated her with every soaring thrust, and as he kept up~ his searing pace, she lay back and enjoyed every stroke.
Since Joel had received such brilliant fucks from Faye, he was determined to make it up to her in every way. He wanted to see, to it that she got something of an equivalent nature from him.
He suddenly removed his tongue from her flaming gash. He let his teeth come to rest against her vagina, working them slowly, nibbling ever so lightly against her pussy.
When his teeth came into contact with her clitoris, she began to puff and gasp.
He could see that a new level of excitement had been reached in their stimulating act.
Her legs kicked out as he kept up the nibbling, letting his teeth come into steady contact with her fiery love- pit.
“My cut is going wild,” she sighed, “and so am I. Keep It going, sweetheart.
Oh, keep up those movements.”
He released his teeth from her clitoris when he felt that she was practically on the verge of exploding. He sank his tongue back down deep into her gash, letting it surge with faithful earnestness as he tongued her zealously.
While his tongue was driving at a blistering level against her pussy, he reached out and pinched her buttocks.
The pinching gave him added satisfaction, his tongue basking in the delightful contact he experienced with her mound.
Joel’s tongue kept working its way around her mound as she moved ever closer to the big moment.
Faye finally heaved one last sigh. At that juncture, the juices escaped from her fiery nest. He eagerly gobbled up every droplet that escaped from her passion pit.
Joel couldn’t help but feel more prideful than ever as he released his tongue from her snatch. After receiving the ultimate in sensations from Faye, he in turn turned around and gave her a pussy suck that she would never forget.’
They dressed quickly, determined to get back to their respective spouses so that no one would be any the wiser concerning their activities.
Faye left first, delivering a kiss to Joel’s lips.
“I’ll see you real soon,” Joel said.
“Don’t forget, darling. Let me call you.”
“How ever you want to work it. How about getting together for another foursome?
Maybe I could mention it to Sheila.”
“You think she’d go for it?”
“Maybe I’d better not,” he shook his head. “She’s still acting pretty damn, funny. How about Mickey?”
“I think he probably would by this point,” she nodded.
“We’ll see then what we can do,” Joel said. “I’m like you. I hate these stolen moments. I don’t like doing things this way. I’d rather keep everything strictly out in the open.”
“Me too. Well, goodbye now.”
Seconds later she vanished out the door.
Joel gathered together his things, then left the motel.
Unknown to him, his wife was parked in a car across the street from the motel parking lot.
Sheila Durrell, tears streaming down both sides of her face, had first observed Faye leaving the motel room. Now she was watching her husband Joel climb into the front seat of his car.
