"Oh! Oh! OH!" Maureen squealed and threw her head back.
Eddie felt the warm flush of her climax against the head of his cock and suddenly he started to come himself. His balls constricted as he pressed his feet against the footboard of the bed for support. He lifted his pelvis a full foot in the air, pushing his cock deep into her climaxing cunt. Thick gobs of his semen shot into the recesses of her pussy, coating the walls of her cunt like whitewash. He shot three times, then stopped bucking his hips.
Maureen lay down on top of him and rested, his deflating cock still inside her. He kissed her gently all over her face and held her tight.
Then she spied the clock. "Shit, I gotta run! Throw on some toast and coffee while I shower, will ya?"
She leapt from the bed and seconds later he heard the steady hum of the shower.
The previous night's drinking hit his head like a ton of bricks as he crawled from the bed. Unsteady on his feet, he made his way to the kitchen and fulfilled Maureen's request.
Fifteen minutes later, she came in fully dressed, a small flight bag over her shoulder. "Jeez, can't you throw a towel or something around you?"
"What for?"
"'Cause I don't want your cock with my coffee."
"Why not?" he grinned.
"Jesus."
She drank down the coffee, wolfed the toast, and headed for the front door.
"Grab a shower if you want to and be sure to lock the door on your way out."
"Hey," he called after her, "when you gonna…"
But the door had slammed behind her.
With a still unsteady gait, Eddie made his way back to the bedroom and gathered up his clothes. He was just turning toward the bathroom when his eyes fell across the comfortable bed.
"Jesus," he groaned, and fell across it. "Just another half-hour to clear the cobwebs."
He was sound asleep in seconds.
Joanie Barrett, her short blonde hair bouncing in time with her huge tits in the tight uniform blouse, ran for the cab. She just beat a tall salesman type to the door. He looked down at her tits and licked his lower lip.
"Nice."
"Fuck off," Joanie spat at him, and jerked the cab door open.
The man shrugged and moved away as Joanie slid her luscious ass into the back seat and slammed the door.
"Where to?"
Joanie gave him the address of her apartment house and lay back against the seat, closing her eyes.
"Some guys," the driver said, alluding to the salesman. "Always horny and can't be a gentleman about it. 'Course, I can't say as I blame him."
Joanie opened her eyes. The driver was lewdly taking in the rise and fall of her big tits in the rear-view mirror.
"Are you a pimp, a cab driver, or just a dirty old man?"
"I'm whatever you need, baby."
"At twenty-five, I'm a far cry from a baby. And all I need is a driver. So shut the fuck up and drive!"
She pulled her uniform jacket over her tits and again leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes. Normally, she wouldn't have been so touchy, but it had been a rough trip. Two guys had taken turns pinching her ass and rubbing against her tits halfway across the country. And the previous night she had broken the agreement she had made with Maureen to stay away from men who weren't future-husband material.
His name was Jerry Morse, and he was second officer on the flight. He was tall, handsome and, according to the other two stews on the flight, hung like a bull. He was also very married, with two kids, which took him out of the availability category.
The crew had been quartered in a lakeside motel outside the city. Joanie, using all her willpower, had dinner in her room. By eight o'clock her pussy needed some cock so badly that there was only one thing that she knew would relieve the tension: exercise.
She decided to go for a swim and wear herself out before going to bed – alone.
She had just stretched her blanket out on the soft sand and laid down on her back with her eyes closed when a booming voice exploded in her ear. "HI, babe!"
Her eyes popped open. It was Jerry Morse. "Hi, Jerry."
"C'mon, how about a swim?"
"I was gonna rest a little bit."
"C'mon, let's swim out to that raft."
Joanie found it hard to keep her eyes off the bulge in his swim trunks. She didn't really want to fuck him, but the wealth of cock beneath the tight swim suit material was turning her on. It would be easier to keep him away from her in the water.
"Okay, let's go." She stood up and shook her huge tits back down into her bikini top. Jerry watched appreciatively.
They dove into the water and Joanie struck off for the raft. Jerry was relieved to have her in front of him. If she had been beside him, he knew he would have a hard time resisting his urge to grab her.
As they swam nearer the raft, the water turned cooler, and instead of his erection calming down, it seemed to get larger. He could see the twin cheeks of her smoothly rippling young buttocks as she swam just ahead of him, and the sight made his blood run wild through his tensed body. He was beginning to think the only way to relieve his hard-on was to get laid, and that thought made his cock ache with rigid awareness.
When he reached the raft, he watched the sensuous young girl climb onto it. Instead of joining her, he dove under the raft and came up in the air space. Joanie was looking directly down at him between the raft boards. The water was clear and she could see the huge bulge of his cock.
"Oh shit," she moaned to herself, "I can't resist it."
She dove into the water and swam towards him. The force of her dive had pulled the top of her bikini down, exposing her huge, pink nipples.
"Jeez, the water's cold," she said as she surfaced for air, fully aware that her bikini top had slipped down. She reached out to hold herself up by his shoulders, and saw that he was staring wide-eyed at her breasts. She spoke before he could think of anything to say. "What are you doing hiding under here?"
"Uhh, just enjoying the view," he answered, his cock aching in the tightly constricting confines of his trunks. She was so close to him he wanted to grab her, but he couldn't let go of the cross-beam without both of them sinking into the water.
"Doesn't have anything to do with this?" she giggled, her free hand touching the bulge in his trunks.
"You're showing a little, too," he laughed. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on one of the erect nipples. Instead of pushing him away, Joanie pulled herself closer to him, making his sucking of her nipple easier. He responded by nipping at the hardened flesh, his sharp teeth causing her to moan with pleasure. He would have been glad to continue sucking her tit all night, but the position was awkward, and Joanie suddenly dropped down into the water until her face was level with his. Her full breasts looked as though they were floating on the surface of the water like two ripe, creamy white melons. The moment his lips made contact with her mouth, he drove his tongue deep inside, and she sucked it deeper into her warmth.
"I've wanted some of you since the first flight together."
"What about your wife?"
"She's there. I'm here. It's dark enough, let's get up on the raft."
They submerged and literally leapt to the top of the raft from the water. Nothing could hold Joanie back now. She practically attacked his trunks, pushing them dawn and off his legs. Her hand wrapped around his cock instantly, her fingers running up and down its length, exploring it. The thick head rubbed against her smooth inner thighs, and it jerked from the mounting sensations that her finger caused.
Thrusting his hips forward, Jerry ground forward to press the tip of his hard dick against the thin, flimsy strip of nylon material covering her cunt, and it slid between her parted young thighs easily. The tips of her breasts were pressing into his chest, the nipples as hot as branding irons, and Joanie sucked hard on his tongue as he swirled it around and around inside her warm mouth.
"You want it, honey?"
"Yes, dammit, I do – I want it bad!"
With trembling fingers, he pulled her suit down to expose the perfect blonde triangle of her cunt.