The next morning, Cynthia was aching but happy. Robert had fucked her asshole three times during the night, frigging her to a cum each time. When the alarm went off, she had been too tired to put on anything but a robe. Had it not been so chilly, she would have gone around naked, just to taunt her sexy husband.
During breakfast, they gazed at each other across the small table, their eyes bright, their expressions dreamy. For a while, a comfortable silence surrounded them, as though both of them were unwilling to break a charmed spell. But at last the girl found that she couldn't keep quiet, that she had to say a couple of things that were on her mind.
'You're quite a lover, sweetheart,' she murmured. 'I've never been so wonderfully surprised in my life. I can still feel your cock in my mouth and your tongue in my pussy. And the way you fucked my asshole!' she sighed. 'I'm still in shock, honey. Damn, I'm glad I married you.'
He reached over and took her hand, his fingers playing seductively with hers.
'Same here,' he replied, smiling. 'On all accounts. I just hope your pussy doesn't feel neglected. I can't help wanting to screw your asshole, baby.'
She shook her head. 'Don't worry about my cunt,' she said. 'The way you frigged me made me cum just right. Mmm, and it was perfect with the way you fucked my asshole. I can hardly sit down, it hurts so. But I don't care. It'll be better later. I, uh, might be ready to have your prick up my ass tonight. If you think you'd like to fuck it again.'
She squeezed his fingers, pulling on them in an imitation of the way her shitter had. When he groaned, she laughed huskily. It turned her on to know how easily she could make him horny.
'I'd fuck your ass right now if I had the time,' he swore lustfully. 'And if I could get my cock up. My balls ache, I came so hard. And so much. Damn, four fucking times, right in your ass. That's not counting once in your mouth. But, like you, I think I'll be ready for more tonight.'
He glanced at his watch, grunted, and stood up. His eyes showed he felt as miserable as she did about his having to leave.
'If I don't go now, I'll be late,' he muttered. 'Come give me a kiss, honey. A good one. It'll have to last me all day.'
She was already up and moving around the table, wishing there was some way to keep him home. She wrapped her arms around his neck, while he pulled her tightly against him. Their lips met, parted, their tongues tantalizing each other in a teasing, promising way.
Moaning, she rubbed her pussy against his crotch, wishing she could lie right there on the floor and have him lick her cunt until she couldn't cum anymore.
All too soon, he drew back. He hugged her tightly, then kissed her forehead.
'Gotta go,' he mumbled. 'You rest that asshole today, okay? I want it ready for fucking when I get back. I might even screw it before dinner.'
With a lewd grin and another quick kiss, her husband left for work. The only problem was, he had also left her hot.
She went back to the bedroom and lay down, still somewhat amazed at what a stud her husband had turned out to be. It was almost like being married to a new man, and an improved one, at that.
The memory of their lustful fucks made her throw open her robe and begin fingering her pussy. Her little clit bobbed excitedly at her touch, anxious to be stroked. Splaying her legs wider, she closed her eyes, licking her lips. As worn out as she was, she was horny as hell, her pussy beginning to leak. Even the throbbing of her asshole didn't bother her. She needed to cum, and that was all there was to it.
Her fingers moved more quickly over her cuntlips, titillating herself with each stroke. Her asscheeks began to undulate, her body turning on to her fevered frigging. She poked two fingers into her fuckhole, her cuntal sheath clutching at them. Her pussy needed something in it, something hard and penetrating. She wouldn't be able to have a really good cum without something in her cunt.
But what? Her husband had already left for work, taking his beautiful cock with him. As she continued to work her fingers in her slimy pussy, she kept trying to think of something that would help. Naturally, the three cousins came to mind, but they were too far away to be of any use. She needed relief now.
Jumping up, she went to the closet. Robert's golf clubs were in the back; he only used them occasionally.
When she located the clubs, she took one out and felt the rubberized handle. Her pussy tingled as she stroked the thing with her fingers. It would be a shame to let such an expensive set of clubs just sit there collecting dust. Especially when they could be of use to her in a most erotic way.
Taking a second club from the sack, she went back to the bed. She stripped off the robe, and once more spread herself out. Panting eagerly, she carefully slid the golf club's handle into her slippery fuckhole.
She sucked in her breath at the marvelous feeling the thing created in her cunt. Although the handle wasn't as big around as a nice, fat cock, it was close enough for her. What it lacked in width, it made up for in length, which she felt was a fair trade-off.
Gingerly, she sank the club deeper and deeper, until she could hold no more. She tested its firmness with her cuntal muscles, grabbing it, milking it. It was so hard, so cold. Not freezing like the icicles had been, but not warm like a prick, either. Just stiff and cold and so damned filling.
Not able to wait any longer, she began fucking her pussy with the club. The smell of her cunt juice was beginning to get to her, its odor making her hornier. The club was warming up, her hot pussy making it lose its coldness. Her cunthole slurped at the fake prick, her cream dripping down her ass crack.
With a moan of lust, she switched clubs, shivering as the second one slid into her heated body. It wouldn't stay cold long, not in that live volcano. While she worked it in her cunt, she brought the first one to her lips and licked it, tasting her musky moisture. As she fucked herself with the one club, she began sucking on the other, treating both as though they were real cocks.
Writhing passionately, she imagined that Lloyd and Alan were with her, letting her enjoy herself as they drove their pricks into her. If her shitter hadn't been so sore, she would have shoved one of the handles up her ass. Even though her asshole was throbbing, she was tempted to do it anyway, and to hell with the pain. But she didn't want to be too sore for Robert to be able to ass-fuck her later.
As she brought the second club to her mouth and put the first back in her cunthole, she licked hungrily at the slimy handle. Tasting her own juice made her hotter to fuck, more desperate to cum. It reminded her all too well of the three cousins, of how their cocks had tasted with her pussy juice on them. And how their spunk had tasted when they shot off into her sucking mouth.
The girt twisted and lurched, wildly seeking to cum. She whimpered as she struggled to fuck herself to a climax, regretting the fact that a real cock wasn't in her cunt, that a real man wasn't ramming her. She couldn't work the golf club well enough to make it pound into her, to give her aching cunt more of what it needed. Her fingers were wet with her cream, making it harder for her to keep a good grip on the club.
Yet she was accomplishing something with her self-fuck. She could sense her orgasm nearing, gliding closer. Frantically, she drove the handle into her pussyhole, while she sucked the other one almost down her throat. She needed to cum, or she would be too horny for words the rest of the day.
Desperately, she fucked her cunt, straining to give herself a wrenching climax. The bed squeaked as she bucked and twisted, the springs protesting her wild gyrations.
'Nnnnhhhhh!' she moaned, shuddering.
Her pussy spasmed as her orgasm exploded. Again and again her cuntal muscles snapped at the fake cock ripping into her. She had done it; she had made herself cum.
But then it was over, all too quickly, and she realized that her orgasm hadn't been strong enough to suit her. Or to satisfy her burning hunger.
'Shit,' she sighed. 'I need more than that.' As she caught her breath, she realized what it would take to make her cum the way she wanted. Actually, she needed three things. Cocks. Belonging to Alan and Lloyd and Perry. Until her pussy got some real cockmeat, it was going to feel cheated.
Laying the golf clubs aside, she sat up and called the motel. It was still early, not yet nine. Since Robert wouldn't be home until six, that gave her plenty of time for some fooling around.
Alan answered on the second ring, his voice brisk and businesslike. She felt warm and tingly just to hear him.
