“Ohhhh… ohhhh, Ben, send your big fucking cock into me!”
“Like that, honey?” he said, jarring her teeth with erotic delight with his assault.
“Ohhhhh, yes. OHHHHHH, BEN… your fuck, it’s sooooooo wonderful! I’m going to… come. I’m coming with you… I’m shooting… oh, fuck, son of a bitch, I’m shooting so good!”
Their pulsations continued for what seemed an eternity. She didn’t think his fuck would ever end. The orgasm was the strongest, the heaviest, the most satisfying she had experienced. Ben’s hot cum just wouldn’t quit streaming into her cunt, and she could feel her pussy rapidly filling with the result of both their spends.
The sensations slowly came to a halt.
And it was over.
Ages later, she became aware of his chest crushing her ravished breasts. The flat plane of his hairy stomach wasp hard against her. His muscles untensed and relaxed one by one.
Her arms slipped from his back as the last fragment of pleasure danced through her.
I don’t love him, she thought. I like him, but I don’t love him. I love loving.
He lifted his head finally and looked into her face. His hair was plastered to his forehead.
“Wow!” he whispered.
“You’re so right,” Connie smiled, and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek happily. “Ben, you’re a champ. I’ll tell the world.”
“Don’t bother,” he said, gulping for breath and trying to smile at the same time. “If you told the world, I’d have women knocking at my door all day, and I want to save it all for you.”
“Louse. Big, beautiful louse.” She grinned back at him.
He moved away, and rolled onto his back, and groped blindly toward the floor, trying to locate his shirt. “Cigarette?”
“Sure. It’s tradition.”
He laughed. In a moment, two cigarettes were lit, and smoke was rising from the bed like steam from their exhausted bodies.
“Ben?”
“What?”
“I wanted to talk to you. Remember?”
“You did?”
“Yes. And you said you’d talk after. Well, this is after.”
He laughed. “That sums it up. Okay, baby… shoot. What’s on your mind?”
“A friend of mine. A dear friend.”
“Oh?”
“Her name is Lisa and she’s got one hell of a problem.”
“What kind of a problem?”
He looked at her, startled. “You want to start passing my cock around?”
“Not really,” Connie laughed. “But that big hunk you’ve got just might straighten her out.”
“Ben, her problem was she used to love sex too much. Now she’s fallen in love with her husband.”
“That is a little strange.”
“Don’t make fun,” Connie said. “It’s true, and it’s weird. She’d never go to you professionally, but if I introduced you as just a friend, you might be able to help her.”
“For you, love… anything. What’s the deal?”
“Well, it all started in college, when she met her husband. Believe me, it is strange. You see, what happened was…”
CHAPTER FOUR
Milt Harris walked into Ken’s office behind Louise. He watched the girl’s ass jiggling beneath the taut skirt and shuddered when he realized that, as well as no bra, the bitch wore no panties.
Damn, he thought, what a deal Ken Morton has a beautiful wife, and a beautiful secretary. Harris wondered if he was plugging the secretary. He was sure the ad executive would if he knew that his wife was fucking around like she was.
“Milt, good to see you,” Ken said, rising behind his desk and extending his hand.
Harris took the hand and mumbled hello. His eyes were still on the secretary’s body.
“Will there be anything else, Mr. Morton?”
“Not now, Louise.”
Both men watched the clock like precision of the leggy brunette’s ass movements as she walked across the room and through the door.
“Damn, oh damn, that’s nice,” Harris said, turning back to Ken and casing his big body into one of the leather chairs.
“I wouldn’t know,” Ken replied. “When you’ve got a wife like I have, you just don’t screw around… even with someone as attractive as Louise.”
Harris coughed and hoped his face didn’t give his thoughts away. “Yeah… yeah, I suppose you’re right. I’m not as lucky. My wife… well, that’s another story.”
“Sorry I couldn’t make it last night. But I called Lisa a little while ago and she told me everything went fine.”
“Yeah… yeah,” Harris replied. “Your wife is great company, fine food, and good conversation. We had a very enjoyable evening.”
“What time did you leave?” Ken said. “Lisa was asleep when I got in.”
You lying sack of shit, Harris thought. His mind was on the wild fuck Ken’s wife had given him the night before, and the equally fine blow-job that morning. So much so that he almost blurted out ten o’clock this morning, but he caught himself. “Oh, it was late. I really don’t remember.”
“She’s a fine lady,” Ken said.
“Yeah, she sure is,” Harris said, averting his eyes and puffing papers from his briefcase. “Well, shall we get down to business?”
“Sure thing,” Ken said, calmly. But inwardly he was sensing another victory, another contract. And all because of Lisa’s talented body.
He barely heard Harris’ voice droning on about figures as he, for the hundredth time, congratulated himself on the greatest merger of his young business career marrying Lisa.
He had been dating and fucking and living with a girl named Shirley almost his whole time at school. She wanted marriage, but Ken had no time for it. He wanted a lot of varied sex, and success in business. Shirley just wasn’t the wife for him.
Then one night another couple came over for dinner. Bob was a fraternity brother of Ken’s who also dug sex and managed to find girls who swung. Shirley always knew that when Bob and a date came over, the evening usually ended up in a foursome naked and fucking each other’s brains out on the living room floor.
Bob’s date that night was Lisa, and the moment Ken saw her he decided that he wanted some of that raven-haired beauty in private first. All the way through dinner, Lisa let him know with her eyes that she was more than willing.
After dinner, with the girls still in the kitchen, Ken made his pitch. “I have an idea… why don’t we split up first, Bob. You fuck Shirley down here and I’ll take Lisa up to the bedroom.”
“Jeez, I don’t know…” Bob said. “I’ve only laid Lisa once myself. I figured we were going to swing in a foursome…”
“We will… we will,” Ken insisted. “But later. Man, you’ve never had Shirley alone. She really comes unhinged when I’m not there watching!”
“Yeah?”
“You’ll love it, Bob,” Ken said, closing the trap. “She’ll turn you inside out.”
Before he could change his mind, Ken had grabbed Lisa and maneuvered her to the upstairs bedroom.
“How did you manage this?” Lisa asked. “I told Bob how much Shirley wanted to fuck him alone.”
“Did she?”
“No. But I wanted to fuck you alone first.”
“I’m game, but poor Shirley.”
“Why?”
“Bob’s a lousy lay. I only came tonight because I’d heard about you.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? Do you wanna fuck?”
She smiled. It was almost a leer. “That’s what I came up here for.”
He took her in his arms and they dropped back onto the bed.
She lowered her lips to his. They were moist and soft as they closed over his, searching, demanding passion. Her tongue moved lightly over his lips at first, then probed between them, seeking entrance.