big panties, too, and the sight of them excited me mainly because I could imagine those panties filled with buttocks and cunt. And, since I hadn't had any sex for almost a day, her heavy sensuality stirred my cock so that it bobbed up under my robe just as she happened to be glancing my way.
'Are you enjoying your stay, sir?' she said without flinching.
'Yes, I certainly am. This seems to be a very nice town,' I said. 'So quiet and peaceful. I guess you're very happy to be living here, right? I mean, it's a lot better than the big city.'
'I guess so,' she sighed, stuffing the dirty sheets into a big bag. 'But you know how it is in these small towns, your life isn't your own, and besides that there's more going on here than you'd think.'
'Oh yeah? Come on now, don't tell me you've got crime and pollution and psychiatrists here.'
'Sure we have.' She stopped work and accepted one of my cigarettes. Sitting on the edge of the stripped bed, her legs loosely crossed to give me visions of her big, fleshy thighs, she started to tell me the crime statistics. My cock had relaxed. Crime statistics have that effect on me. But her readiness to talk kept the pilot light burning. She was so happy to have someone to talk to at long last. There was pollution too, and a lot of crazy people lived behind those tranquil facades, I was told. She finished her cigarette. 'In fact,' she said, her voice suddenly soft, yet intense, 'I have to see a psychiatrist one day per week. You want to know what for?'
'Why?' I said, watching her slow advance toward me with curiosity.
'Because I'm a nymphomaniac!' she cried and the next moment she was on her knees between my legs, pushing my robe aside to get at my hah hard dick. 'Please say you don't mind, sir, but you're so handsome and big, please, let me suck your cock, let's fuck, please?'
'Call me Joe,' I said, settling back into the chair. She threw me a look of abject gratitude and started to drool over my cock. Her tongue flicked out over my glands, rubbing it, loving it, and her hand stroked me with obvious lust. Since she was way ahead of me I figured it would be best to wait till she warmed me up some more. Oblivious to my relaxed demeanor, she kept right on running her tongue over my cock, balls, and belly, uttering little cries of delight as he own body took pleasure in what she was doing to me. The robe hung off me like a rag. A shrug off my shoulders let it drop to the floor. Nora fumbled with her clothes to ravish me more effectively without them. I should have helped her, but it was too much fun to see a woman rabid for sex. Except for Peggy and Miss Parsons' stooges, the women in my life tended to be anything but aggressive self-starters. It was left to me to push the right buttons and touch the right bases before a response might be reasonably expected.
Nora needed nothing but a willing body. She gave up trying to take off her clothes because it was interfering with her passionate groping. It was as though she'd been starved of sex for months as a punishment, the way she wanted to relish every part of me. Her fingers snuck up my ass, tickled my balls, closed around my nipples, ear lobes, anything! But her mouth stayed very near to my dick. Her tongue ran up and down the hard stalk, her lips brushed along my glands against the grain, and she occasionally closed her teeth around that section of my cock directly under the awning of my knob. I was catching up fast.
It became imperative to see what her body looked like. My hands reached for the back of her dress and undid the buttons there. But I couldn't reach the apron she had tied about her waist, at least not without disturbing her. Resolutely I bent forward and undid the knot, and, while I was there, pulled the hem of her dress up. Only when it was tugging at her armpits did she yield to it. Quickly I pulled it over her head and bang! she was down again! I had to take a brief break then because her bps around my cock felt too delicious to be ignored any longer. A minute or two later I managed to reach for the catch of her bra, un-snapped it, and released a billowing avalanche of flesh that dangled dually against my inner thighs. A surge of lust burned through me at the sight of so much tit. I wanted to dive into those big spongy masses, to hide and suck like a child, or just to fondle them till my palms exploded from sensory overloads. But further down her back I saw those big panties, pink like the ones my mother always wore. There, in the confines of those familiar panties, were her cheeks. Even from where I sat I could see how massive and round they were. But how could I get her away from my cock long enough to take them down?
There was only one thing for it. Gently I eased my body off the chair and did a kind of half-turn with my cock as the pivot. Nora seemed not to notice. She was sucking on my cock noisily, eyes closed, transported with delight. When I came to rest I found myself looking right up her crotch. My legs were against the chair's backrest and my head was on the ground; it wasn't the most comfortable position on earth, but it did bring most of my faculties in touch with the part of her I wanted most. An inch or two and a pair of pink panties separated me from her cunt. I could smell its faint animal fragrance already. And the stain of her juices was spreading noticeably.
Resting the weight of my body on the chair and on the nape, I grabbed for the elastic of her panties. They felt silky and taut, and when I pulled them down her soggy crotch slipped down into my face. The warm wet spot was right against my mouth, and for a moment I let it stay there so I could suck the juices out of the material. But why settle for a sample when the main supply is so near at hand. Her ass appeared like two moons over the horizon, vast and white, and when she condescended to move a little I was able to push her panties away over her thighs. Now her cunt dangled overhead in the shade, a hairy creature exuding that fine, heady aroma that made me wild with horniness. As soon as my tongue prised the thick labia apart, a veritable cloudburst of juice rained down on my face, all the passion fluids that had accumulated there from the time she had entered my room. It dropped into my mouth, slid up my nose, blinded me, and I pressed my face in all the more passionately for it. Now both of us were sucking noisily. It became like a competition to see who would undo the other first. However, Nora needed my cock up her pussy more than she needed it down her throat, and pretty soon she signaled me to get to work.
With pleasure. My cock was hard as tempered steel, out of its sheath and ready to attack, Nora gave it one last kiss and luxuriously spread herself out over the floor. I asked if she wouldn't prefer the bed, but she said: 'No, I want it to hurt me!' I remained standing for a little longer, partly to let the blood rush out of my head, partly to drink in the voluptuous sight of her nakedness. Her big tits had rolled back toward her armpits, big gelatinous masses of flesh, tipped with brown nipples that stood out like sore thumbs, literally. Two whale-shaped thighs lay web apart, raised by a pair of strong calves, and her hands were at her loins to entice me inside. They rubbed and stroked, parted the hairy bps, and all the while her hips were bobbing up at me.
Another second's delay and she might have resorted to violence. I moved in on top of her and my cock was sucked into a pussy that was a veritable cave of earthly delights. Just as a child can sense whether it's loved or not, so my cock sensed how deeply her pussy appreciated its presence. It did its best to expand to fill all of her, but that wasn't so easy. So I started to jiggle it about inside her and to come in from different sides. Now she started to appreciate me all over. 'Yes, that's it, scratch me in there!' she grunted, banging her loins against mine and grabbing hold of my ass with both hands to force me in even deeper. 'That feels so wonderful, so great, just like somebody scratching your back feels, you know what I mean? Oh Joe, dig into it, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can. I need it so badly. Yes, yes, and you're so big, just my kind of guy. Ah, that was a good one, hit me there again now, to the left!'
I did my best to follow her suggestions, but after a while her constant talking became annoying. 'Could you keep quiet for a while?' I asked, stopping all bodily motion for a moment. 'I'm really enjoying fucking you, but your tongue keeps wagging and distracting me.'
'I'm sorry, Joe, I didn't mean to upset you. But when you come in from high your cock bumps into the exact spot. That's the way, oh yes, right down!' And so it went on. One second it was the floor of her cunt, then the ceilings, then the side walls, and eventually she wanted my cock to telescope so it could get into her womb. My irritation with her grew at the expense of my passion. I put up with it for as long as I could and then, when I had been too sorely tried, I exploded.
'Shut up you fucking big-mouthed bitch!' I yelled. I reared up and slapped her right across the face. 'You want me to lose my erection or something?'
'God forbid! But-'
'Shut up.' I slapped her again, twice, hard, stinging blows that echoed through the room. Instead of getting upset she started to moan with ecstasy. And instead of angering me, the slapping became an integral part of my lust. Once her face was blood red with continued slapping, I told her to get on her hands and knees. 'Now grovel you slut!' I hissed. 'Grovel, stick your ass up in the air and kiss the ground! You're lucky a man like me would fuck you. You know you're not worth it, don't you!'
'Yes, oh yes, I know I'm just a piece of shit!' she sobbed, her voice high with passion. I started to beat on her ass, long-hauled hits that left red impressions of my hand on her white, quivering cheeks. At the same time I rode her like a cowboy, digging my cock deep into her greedy cunt, making it slurp and fart and making her cringe all the more. This was the life! I loved to see her big ass ripple with my slaps. Here was a real ass, a woman's ass, not one of those boy's bums that I saw so often in the Moorehead school. Big and full and soft, great hams that only
