until a deep groan of satisfaction burst from her, and he felt her body thrust up against him, to cling and to shudder in sudden ecstasy.
'Again, again,' she mumbled. 'Again, Phil darling, harder!'
He renewed his efforts, fucking as if he were trying to merge their bodies into one entity. Her excitement flourished again, and her body matched the wild rhythms of his own while the musky smell of their perspiration reached their nostrils and intensified their wild desire.
He felt her nails dig into his back and her heels beat a tattoo on his legs and butt as her passion reached a peak. Her body shook convulsively as she rammed against him bringing her hips up from the bed.
'Oh God, God, I love your cock, darling! I wish it were mine forever! I wish it would fill my cunt every hour of every day! Fuck me… fuck meeeeee!'
'Get on top,' Phil said, pulling his meat from her velvety sheath and rolling over on his back.
Gloria straddled his throbbing tool with her body. The soft, juice-matted pubic hairs of her pussy tickled the head of his cock as she grabbed it and ran it up and down her oozing gash.
She lowered herself just enough to rub the knob of his cock between her legs, hoping to put out the fire that raged there. But each rub created an urge for another and another, harder and harder.
Phil was fascinated by the complete attention Gloria gave his cock, oblivious to his presence. Just her and the cock. It almost exploded his orgasm the way she looked at it. But it felt too good to end now, not without knowing what she would do next. She had it in her fist, rubbing it on her pussy and staying down at the union of his sex and hers, making Phil delirious with the urge to grab her and pull her down on the upright spear.
She rubbed the knob harder and faster into her slit, until she had an orgasm, thinking that would put out the fire. But his tickling, throbbing knob made it impossible to stop, even after the orgasm. She noticed that it felt best in a certain spot, bent her head lower to see if she could find it, spread the moist hair so she could see better, and felt a gratifying relief when it nestled between the pink, moist lips that seemed to gobble up the knob. As she lowered herself slowly, she went wild again.
Phil's hands reached up and cupped her aching breasts. Her head was suddenly hot and mushy. With one quick bounce she impaled herself on his cock, sending the hard, throbbing meat into the depths of her belly. It hurt, stung, burned as the spear penetrated her completely, hurt all the way into her, all the time it was in her. But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure.
She could feel the thick slab of meat pulsing, throbbing deep in her tight channel. She paused for a moment before going into another orgasm, when she felt the hot lava spray the walls of her pussy. She dove on Phil's chest, dug her nails into him and cried, 'More, more, more… oowwwww, uhhhmmm, harder, darling, harder… aarrrggghhhhh!' Phil's fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass and pulled her down with all his might, driving his cock up as hard and as deep as possible, his cum shooting into the depths of her belly. Gloria jerked and convulsed with pleasure, drawing every drop of jism out of his pounding prick.
'Uh… Mmmmmm,' she sighed as Phil splashed his juices onto the walls of her red hot furnace. Instead of quenching the fire, it kindled another.
'Ohhh, more, more… more!' Gloria's voice came from deep in her throat. 'Ohhh, yeah, that's good… good… mmmm!'
It took several more minutes to come down from their mutual peaks. Gloria remained astride his body, his depleting cock still up her cuntal channel.
Phil lay staring blankly up at the ceiling, his eyes a mirror of his now satiated and nerveless body.
'You still love the bitch, don't you?' Gloria said suddenly.
'You know fucking well who… your wife!'
'How can you tell?'
Gloria crawled from his body, her cunt oozing sperm across his belly and thighs, and headed for the bathroom. 'A girl can always tell, darling. Are you still meeting her this weekend?'
'Yes.'
Gloria paused at the door. 'Well, don't bother to come up here again until after the weekend. And, if you spend more than the weekend with her, don't come back at all.'
CHAPTER THREE
Louise slowed the car and turned into the gate of the baseball field. Beside her, Monty fingered his gave apprehensively.
'MI right,' she said, 'I'll stay and watch far a few minutes.'
'Gee, thanks, Mom,' Monty beamed.
She returned his smile. God, how much like Phil he was, she thought. And he was growing almost too fast. His shoulders were filling out and he was already an inch taller than she. Sometimes, when he didn't notice, Louise would look at her sixteen-year-old son and see Phil. This was disturbing to her because, during these times, she would feel the same desire for her son that she felt for her husband.
'Have a good practice, honey.'
'I will,' the boy said, jumping from the car and sprinting onto the field.
Louise started toward the bleachers and spotted the small cement house that served as restrooms for the field.
It will save a trip later, she thought, feeling a little of the salesman's sperm ooze from her cunt to dampen her panties.
She crossed around the near side of the building until she found the door marked, 'LADIES'.
Louise was all the way inside the dim room before she realized that she wasn't alone. There were three, black-jacketed youths standing in a circle around a teenaged girl. As her eyes became accustomed to the light, she realized that the boys had their cocks out and the girl was going from one to the other, sucking them off.
They hadn't heard or seen Louise enter. Not wanting to get involved, she started to turn and flee. But her heel caught in a crack in the floor. She cried out and grabbed one of the booth doors to keep her balance.
'Shit!' the girl cried. 'She's seen us!' She leapt to her feet and bolted for the door like a frightened rabbit.
'Dammit!'
'Grab her… don't let her get out the door!'
'Shit!'
The girl was gone and all three boys were now turned, watching Louise. Their cocks still protruded, long, thick and hard, from their jeans. Louise tried to look away, but she found herself staring at the three luscious hunks of male meat.
'Shit, lady,' one of them exclaimed, 'you just busted up one fine blow job!'
'Yeah,' said a second. 'We ought to make you take her place. It took us an hour to get that young cunt in here!'
'Hey, men,' said the third, 'look at the way she's starin' at our pricks! I think she wants a little cock!'
They had advanced until Louise could feel their hot breath on her face and neck. And that wasn't all she felt. One boy was behind her, running his cock up and down the crease of her ass right through her skirt. Another was in front of her, a using the bulbous knob of his cock against the bulge of her cuntal mound. The third boy was reaching for her hand to pull it down to his prick.
'Hey, lady, c'mon… feel my prick!'
'You know what?' said the boy behind her. 'I think she likes it!'
'No… no,' Louise mumbled. 'Stop this at once! I'll call the police!'
'Shit,' said the boy in front of her. 'We ain't no cherries with the cops, lady. Now why don't you just admit that you'd like to take that young cunt's place? Shit, you can't take your eyes off my cock. Wanna taste it?'
Oh, my God, Louise thought, he was right! Three beautiful cocks. I do want them! The thrill would be ten times what it had been that afternoon, fucking that tired salesman!
Suddenly all three of them jammed their hard pricks against her. Her cunt was oozing sex juice like a fountain. There was nothing she could do. Her body had taken over her mind.
