"Wow!" she cried when she saw how large my tube had become again. "What's happening to you. I don't remember you ever being this big before."
"You said that once, already," I grinned. "Open your cunt. I'm coming in, all nine inches of hard prick."
"Oh… I love hearing you talk that way, Bull. I wonder if Jack is talking the same way to Mary right about now."
"Probably. Mary says he gets terribly… well, vulgar at times."
"Wonderful to be vulgar," she murmured strangely.
"Did – er – Jack ever tell you how much he lips Mary's twit when they're alone together? I asked, but not for nasty reasons. I really wanted to find out if Jill knew this.
"N-No, he never mentioned that," she answered hesitantly. "He did tell me that Mary is crazy about sucking his prong, though. Says she fairly eats him up every time we swap partners. He also told me that Mary has quite a lot of passion for make-believe. She likes to conjure up weird figures and pretend they are fucking her."
"Yea," I said, nodding my head. "She likes doing that very much. Sometimes she pretends I'm a male dog and wants me to fuck her from the rear." I coughed.
"That is, she likes to pretend this. She doesn't do it, actually. She isn't nuts, you know."
"Oh… I get on with it. Push your stiff tube into me and let's swing," she cried. "I swear, my cunt is just aching to be massaged."
I got between her legs for the second time and using my hand, aimed my prong at her opening. The head of it entered and I thrust hard, resting my weight on my left elbow while doing so. My prick leaped into the confines of her warm, wet cunt and I rammed it all the way in – to the hilt. "Like that?" I asked grunting.
"Oh… wonderful… but you are so big, dear. So very big. I can't get over the size of your whang. It's bigger than a horse's."
I laughed tensely. "What do you know about the size of a horse's whang? You ever been caught by a horse?"
"I was brought up on a farm and there were plenty of times when I had occasion to see the size of a horse's whang, baby," she returned.
I pulled my cock up a bit, and shoved it back in, making the movement meaningful but not too violent. I wanted her to be even more lubricated than she was. Otherwise, she would soon be complaining about how my cock hurt her box. Couldn't have that. One thing to have it hurt asshole; another to have it hurt her box.
"Like that?" I asked again, moving slightly faster down and taking smoother strokes.
She doubled up her fits and began to pound me on the back joyfully. "You're damned right I like it," she rasped. "Go faster, baby. Fuck the loving pee right out of me. Make me blow all over this bed. I want you to give me an orgasm such as no woman has ever before had."
"What makes you think I can do that?" I grunted, pleased that she should say the words just the same.
"Because of the size of you, you nut. Your whang is so big tonight, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd had another one grafted onto the old one, which was plenty good as it was."
"Thank you, baby, but will you please shut up. Your husband is probably right this moment being sucked off by my wife and what do I get from you in return – just a lot of talk."
Her lower lip protruded and she pouted playfully. "That's not fair. You've got all of me there is to get."
I laughed gleefully. "That's what you think, baby. Wait till the end of my cock appears in your mouth. Then you can get fucked at one end and the other can suck."
"I swear," she cried, and it was almost an outburst, "that your whang is long enough tonight to appear in my throat – coming up all the way through my body."
"Hey," I said suddenly. "Do me a favor?"
"Sure, honey baby," she said sweetly "What is it?"
"Instead of moving your chops, wiggle your pretty ass. I have a prick buried inside you and I'd like to have it blow pretty soon. How bout it?"
"My pleasure," she said, smiling prettily, and began to wiggle her ass like crazy from that point on. It was a mere matter of minutes before I felt my peak being reached. I pumped it into her fast now and she hung onto my butt fiercely as I emptied out the contents of my sex organ. It squirted into her with considerable force and while this was happening I realized from the way she was breathing and moaning that she, too, was having a climax.
"Oh my God, Bull," she cried. "I'm coming all over the place."
"My dear Jill," I said, "please do me the honor of coming all over my imbedded prick." I knew it was a stupid thing to say, but when a lovely gal says she is about to, blow her rocks and that your cock is the sole reason for it, or words to that effect, then it's not the time to be racking the brain in order to come up with something sharp to say. In the first place the brain isn't sharp at such a time and in the second place who cares about the first place? "Blow it, baby, blow it hard," I added for good measure.
"Come with me," she cried as the most wanton look had ever seen came over her.
She "hooked" her heels over my ankles and, her tongue protruding slightly – it made her seem almost idiotic – she began pumping at my loins. I buried it deeply into her cunt, reached beneath her ass and grabbed flesh. If she wanted wild, brutal fucking I was just the guy to give it to her. "Oh my God!" she screamed, "you're killing me… you're killing me… ugh!… here I come… my… God… this feels so good." And then I knew she had had her orgasm. Her hands let go of my ass and her body went limp. "Oh… that was so good, Bull, so very good!" she sighed.
Chapter 2
Jack and Jill Burns lived in a large frame house that had been built in the late nineteen-twenties. Someone had taken extremely good care of the old house, for it looked better than many of the ones built later than nineteen-fifty.
Jack Burns had bought the place from someone who had, in turn, bought it from the original owner, so I didn't know really which one of the three had been responsible for keeping it in such excellent condition, perhaps all of them had. The house was located on Trio Street, which sounds like a very odd name for a street. A rock group, yes, but a street…? Well… Trio was probably someone's smart idea as a substitution for Third, there being one block in either direction running parallel, a Fourth and a Second Street.
When I left Jill's place it was quite late – about midnight, I would say, but I had only a short distance to go home and when I arrived there, I deliberately went to the side door to let myself in, taking pains to make considerable noise while doing so. This was to warn Mary and Jack that I had returned (so they wouldn't be caught sucking each other, say) and it was also a subtle hint to Jack to cut out for his place. According to our rules, he didn't have to go home till he or Mary felt like it, but I wasn't up to observing rules at the moment.
I wanted to go to bed. And sleep.
Apparently, they had taken no notice of my noise-making; for when I walked upstairs into the big front bedroom where Mary and I slept he was lying across the bed and she was on her knees busily engaged in sucking his rather ugly-looking dick, her red head bobbing up and down frantically. I coughed on purpose, but she merely looked up at me and continued to suck Jack's dick. I glanced at him three or four times before he even bothered to return my glance.
He grinned somewhat sheepishly, waved one hand weakly and closed his eyes. He made no move to push her away from his dick, nor did she offer to knock things off at least until I appeared to be in the process of leaving the room, which I didn't do. Their complete indifference to my presence intrigued the hell out of me and I stood there shifting weight from one foot to the other, wondering what was with these two.
"Hey," I cried, "can't you stop that long enough to look at me?" I meant this for Mary, who was wearing only her pajama bottoms. Her tits stuck out prominently and, strange as it may sound, I was quite proud of them. "Hey," I repeated. "For Pete's sake, hold it a moment."
Mary stopped sucking Jack's dick for about one second, during which time she favored me with a get-lost look and continued with her, joystick gobbling. Jack stiffened his body, and clutched at the sides of the bed, his face a picture of ecstasy, rapture, something. Mary bobbed her head up and down faster, placed her hands under Jack's bare ass, raised him slightly, while he wrapped one leg about her neck lightly. She continued to suck his prick as if her very life depended on doing a good job of it, and then it happened. Jack hollered out and immediately followed this with along sighing moan, while his body, first stiff and rigid, went limp as Mary kept on with her wild, frantic suck job. I think she would have been going down on him yet if he hadn't patted her cheek and told her I was in the room, whereupon she sprang to her feet, grabbed up the tops of her pajamas and pulled them on, very much as if I were a total stranger to her instead of her husband.