be winners!'
Joanie had shown Maureen a picture of Bob, totally nude, with his enormous cock rigidly erect. Now, as the redhead thought of that gorgeous hunk of meat, she began fantasizing lasciviously about fucking and sucking it. The pulsating lips of her pussy were moistening rapidly, and from out of nowhere a trickle of sweat had begun to run down the smooth valley between her huge, firm breasts.
The redhead turned to the side, admiring her own profile. She looked down to her smooth stomach, her slender, hourglass waist, her eyes resting on her flaring hips before tracing a path across her curving thighs down to her slim calves and ankles. She stood poised for a moment, her curvaceously sculpted body catching the soft pink reflection of bathroom tile in the mirror and exuding a luxuriant glow of good healthy lust and ripe feminine sexuality.
Carefully she dressed, drawing on sheer black panty-hose, and giggling at the effect they made; the hose and the panties beneath them were crotchless. She then pulled on a short, very tight skirt and topped it all with a halter that lifted her tits and made their fullness bulge from her chest.
The knock on the door was soft and tentative.
'Just a minute.' Maureen patted a hair into place and walked through the living room to the front door.
'Hi.'
'My God.'
'You must be Bob. I'm Joanie's roommate, Maureen. Come on in!'
'Uh, yeah.' The amazed Robert Townsend stepped into the apartment and let the door close behind him. If there was a woman in the world sexier than Joanie, he thought, she was standing right in front of him now.
'Joanie will be a little late. She asked me to entertain you. You don't mind, do you?'
'Shit, no,' Bob replied, and settled onto the sofa.
'I'll get you a drink.' Maureen could feel Bob's eyes penetrating the tightly drawn material covering her massive, braless tits. The lust in his gaze was enough to harden her nipples as she reached over to place a tall glass on the table in front of him.
As she leaned forward, his eyes stole down the front of her gaping halter. His mouth watered at the lush display of succulent flesh. His prick began to stir as he allowed his mind to fill with obscene images of her naked body squirming beneath his own. Bob could almost feel his hot cock sinking into the steaming wetness of her cunt. 'Thanks.'
Maureen's eyes flashed as she curled onto the sofa beside him. They stared at one another for a few minutes, not speaking. A hot, inviting smile lit up the corners of her red mouth as his eyes continued to inspect her body.
'I'd show you the apartment, but Joanie says you've already had the grand tour – and then some.'
'I don't get it.'
'Oh, come on. Joanie says you've been fucking her for a week.'
Bob gulped down the drink and his face turned red.
'She also says that you're great in bed. Here, let me freshen that for you.'
She lifted the glass from his hand and wiggled toward the bar. Bob's cock began to throb with hungry lust as he watched the roll of her sexy ass cheeks. Her skirt was so tight that he could actually see the deep crack between her mounds of flesh. He had a difficult time controlling himself as he thought about ramming the thick shaft of his prick into the fucked hole of her anus.
As she walked back with the drink, Bob suddenly thought of Joanie and tore his eyes from the redhead's body. She oozed in next to him and crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, tightening the material of her skirt into the sharply defined slit of her crotch, making the folds of her pussy bulge out. She leaned forward slightly, holding her drink in one hand, so that a good deal of the creamy-white mounds of her breasts were exposed to him, and just a hint of her nipples. Bob felt a slight flush start on the base of his neck, but he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His prick jerked beneath his trousers. Quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, he took a deep pull at his drink.
Maureen was having a ball.
She was aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced every now and then at the front of his pants. She could see his cock pulsing, jumping spasmodically, pushing his trouser material out, and her cunt juices began to flow faster with anticipation. The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the first and she quickly poured him another one. He didn't protest.
Bob felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks were beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the feeling was so pleasant that he really didn't care. So what if he got a little drunk tonight?
But what about Joanie? Oh well, he mused, he'd worry about that when the time came.
He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He tried to will it limp again, to force back the thoughts swirling in his mind, but it remained throbbingly swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Maureen's face.
She was looking at the bulge in his pants.
And she was smiling.
'Why, Bob,' she said in mock surprise, 'whatever were you thinking about to have that happen?'
'I – well, I…' he stammered.
Maureen laughed deep in her throat.
'Maureen, I-I'm sorry. It's just that I…'
'I know what it is,' she whispered. 'I've seen a hard-on before.'
His breath quickened.
'You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me. Right? You do want to fuck me, don't you?'
'Jesus,' he managed to breathe. His prick was jumping wildly in his pants now, and his brain reeled.
Maureen touched his knee, lightly, but her fingers seemed to sear right through the cloth. 'Well, Bob?' she asked. 'Want to?'
'I-I…'
'My cunt is on fire, lover. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard cock.' She reached out and touched the throbbing bulge.
Bob almost leapt off the couch in a convulsing reaction to the electric shock of her touch on his sensitive prick. She stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him as he tried to pull back, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her tits pressed hotly, softly against his arm, and her lips found his jaw line, traced a pattern upward along his cheek and then over to search for his mouth. Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick.
'Maureen – please, for Christ's sake!'
'You do want to fuck me, don't you?' the beautiful redhead purred, droning the words like a hypnotist practicing her art. 'You want to fuck me, Bob, you do want to fuck me.'
'No, I – no! Oh, Jesus, yes, yes, yes, yes!'
Then his mouth was grinding against hers, his tongue flailing deep into her mouth. Her hand began to move faster on his turgid prick, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own tongue around and around his, darting it into his mouth and then drawing it back.
As if with a will of its own, his left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh, then dipped inside the halter to draw the garment down and away, exposing her naked breast with its fiery nipple.
'The bedroom – c'mon,' Maureen rasped throatily, and leapt from the couch.
Bob's feet were like wings, but be was still slow. By the time he entered the dim room, Maureen was standing by the bed, completely nude.
She had dropped all her clothing into a puddle on the floor at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands resting provocatively on her bronzed hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, hair-lined lips of her pussy were presented to his eyes, waiting for a huge, plunging cock to stab into her. The red triangular bush of her pubic triangle glistened in the pale light. Her round breasts jutted out like mountain peaks. Her legs, so long, so slender, so satiny smooth, were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-filled cuntal mouth.
'Well, lover?' she purred. 'Do you like what you see?'
