I put two fingers together and pushed them into her cunt. Her box was wet and open, and my fingers slid up effortlessly. I continued to lick at her tits, pinching them with my fingers and lashing at the swollen nipples with my tongue.
"I'd come like crazy when he did that," she moaned. "Then I got to thinking how maybe I'd like to do it back to Tom. You know fuck him."
Lynda moaned, and I knew she was building towards an orgasm.
"I tried it. I greased the cock and shoved it up his ass. I jerked him off as I pushed it up. He came so quick that his come splashed all over my tits. Shit, it was hot!"
Lynda began to grind her hips against my hand, and I continued to masturbate her.
"But it was no good for me. I didn't get anything out of it. I just pushed. Tom liked it though. Every time we did it, he'd come so hard and hot that I thought he was going to rupture his balls."
Beads of sweat stood out on Lynda's forehead. I began to move my lips down her body, towards her cunt
"Then one day," Lynda said, "he brought that thing home. Something for the both of us. He'd put it up my cunt then bend over the bed, and I'd shove the other end up his ass. We'd fuck like that until we both came. Godl It was fantastic."
I pictured the scene in my mind. It was exciting. I felt the scrape of her cunt hair against my lips. I was sure Lynda would do me when she was finished coming, for I wanted to come again, too.
But for now, it would be her pleasure, and I bent my lips to her pussy and began to lick.
Chapter 4
It was almost midnight when I was finally ready for bed.
I had made a roast beef dinner, and after the kids were asleep, Mark and I had watched television for a while. Mark fell asleep on the couch, and I did my crossword puzzle until I felt sleep creeping into my brain and dulling my thoughts. I woke Mark and he took a shower while I finished straightening up the house. Everything had to be in place before I could go to sleep. I checked the children. Laura was sleeping soundly, and Michael, as usual, had thrown the covers off. I tucked them both in, and returned to the bedroom.
Mark had finished his shower. He was lying on the bed naked, and he was reading a newspaper. His thighs were open, and he had a hard-on. He was holding his cock in his hand, moving his fist up and down the length of the organ. He was moving his hand absently, as though he was concentrating more on the reading than he was in bringing pleasure to himself.
"What are you reading?" I asked. I made my way to my dresser and looked at myself in the reflection. Judging from his cock, I wouldn't need pajamas tonight. I began to undress.
"The Humper," Mark said. It was one of those sex magazine-newspapers. Mark had brought it home once or twice before. "It must be good."
I slipped my housedress up over my head. I wasn't wearing any bra, and all I had on were my panties. I reached my hand down them and scratched my cunt.
"It is good," he said. He looked at me over the top of the newspaper. "Don't wear any pajamas tonight, Wendy," he said.
"What should I wear?" I stepped out of my panties and was naked.
"That looks good," he said. He was staring at my…
I walked over to the bed and sat down near his feet. "That looks good, too," I said. I leaned forward and put my hand on his cock. He took his own hand away and placed it back on the newspaper. I began to move my hand up and down the length of his cock.
"It seems to me you're getting ideas," I said. I grabbed his balls and lifted them. They seemed hot and heavy.
"It's this newspaper," he said. "It's giving me wicked thoughts."
"Like what?" I asked. I snuggled up between his thighs until I was resting my head on his right thigh. My face was near his balls, and I could smell the fresh odor of power and sweat coming from his crotch. I continued to move my hand up and down his cock.
"Oh, like the ads. Some of them are pretty raunchy."
"Read me some."
He flipped the pages. "Here's one," he said.
I watched his cock move up and down in my hand. From where my face was, his cock looked enormous and giant-like. I could see the blood vessels and the brown skin near the underside of his cock. His whole crotch was covered with dark black hair.
"'Woman wanted,' " he began. " 'Between the ages of twenty and forty. For fucking and sucking. Your place or mine. I am very well hung.' Then it gives the telephone number."
"Sounds interesting. You think I should call?"
"If you want. Think you'd like another cock?"
"I don't know." I felt his cock twitching in my hand. "From here," I said, "this one looks pretty good."
"Here's another one: 'Man wanted to fuck my wife. Must be willing to permit me to watch. Will only join if man is agreeable. I'm contented to watch. Call 7193737 between eight and twelve pm. Ask for John.' "
"Want to call?" I asked. "I mean as a goof."
He lifted the paper and looked down at me. "Are you serious?"
"Sure," I said. "Go ahead. Call. I'll suck your cock while you're talking."
"You serious?"
"Call!"
I lifted my head and took Mark's cock in my mouth. I love the taste of his body, especially after he's taken a shower. His cock felt smooth and hard as it sunk past my lips.
"Oh, that feels good." Mark reached over and grabbed the telephone. He put it on his stomach and began to dial. With his other hand, he held my head in place, wrapping his fingers around the back of my head, and pushing my face down on his cock.
I waited for the call to go through. I ran my tongue across the thickness of Mark's cock. I put as much of him into my mouth as I could, running my lips up and down in hot wet strokes. I drew my breath inward, hollowing my cheeks against his cock, and I began to suck on him as I moved my mouth.
The pressure on the back of my head was steady.
"Hello?" Mark said. "Hello!"
I pulled my mouth free and began to nuzzle at the tip of his cock with my teeth and lips.
"Is this John?… good…I'm calling about your ad in The Humper. Yes. I'd like to fuck your wife…"
I placed the tip of my tongue at the back of his cock, where the nerve-ending come together, just behind the head. I flicked my tongue across this area in slow, sensual circles while I took the side of his cock's length into my open mouth, biting my teeth down lightly into the sides of the organ. I continued to move my tongue.
"Could you tell me something about your wife," Mark continued. His voice held that slight trace of excitement, and I knew he was enjoying the perversity of what we were doing.
"Black hair… about five-five… twenty-six years old… good. Good. How is she built?… big tits?… Huhm. Thirty-six isn't bad… Does she like to fuck…?"
I moved my head and plunged my open mouth down on Mark's cock. I felt the swollen sides of the organ slip into the wetness of my mouth. I felt my tongue flatten tightly against his cock as his thickness invaded the complete space of my mouth. My teeth scraped hotly down the sides of the organ, and I completely swallowed him. I could feel the tip of his cock at the back of my throat, almost gagging me.
"How about sucking?" Mark asked. "Does she like to suck cock?… Good…Sounds good. Is she there now? Oh gee, that's a shame. Where is she this hour of the night…? Out getting laid!… really. I see…"
I moved my head up and down his cock, sliding it down until it was almost out of my mouth. I tightened my lips around the head, then plunged my face down its length again, re-swallowing him. I repeated this movement again and again. I felt Mark's fingers tightening their pressure against the back of my head.