The Wife’s Orgy Urge

“Please, Eric,” Rita Roberts whined as she sat cross-legged on the rumpled bed and watched her husband button his shirt and tuck it into his slacks.

“I’m late for work as it is. Besides I’m already dressed,” Eric answered absently, keeping his eyes on the mirror while he knotted his tie.

Rita squirmed which caused her gown to creep up, exposing a luscious curly black cunt-bush.

“But Eric I need it bad!” She pouted, both hands between her legs as if to protect herself.

Eric ran a comb through his thick, chestnut-brown hair and chuckled.

“Rita, you always need it bad.” When he picked up his shoes and left the room, she followed, her thin gown whispering against her skin.

“Call in sick,” she suggested and stood watching him pull on his socks. One spaghetti strap of her gown had slipped off her tanned shoulder revealing the enticing swell of a firm, pear-shaped tit. Sunshine flooding the living room outlined her perfect figure through the silky gown, and she might as well have been naked.

“Can’t. Important meeting today,” Eric mumbled, slipping into his loafers and standing up. At six feet, two inches, he towered over his petite, dark-haired wife. Still he avoided looking at her.

Rita was palming her erect, brown nipples through the fabric of her gown as she followed her husband to the door, trying to think of some way to make him look at her. That familiar, aching sensation had invaded her pussy, more intense than usual, and she knew that, Eric or not, she was going to have to do something.

“See you tonight,” he said, kissed her lightly on the nose, and left.

Rita sighed heavily and watched him walk to his car and drive away.

“Bastard,” she said softly and leaned against the closed door; her hands still caressing her swollen tits.

As Rita went back toward their bedroom, she began to wonder, not for the first time, if her passion for sex was unusual. Morning usually found her in need of a good fucking, but this morning it was particularly bad. The ache in her pussy had intensified in the last few minutes and as she crawled onto the bed, lying on her belly, she continued to fondle a sensitive nipple with one hand and cup her pulsing cunt-mound with the other.

Then she remembered the dream. The night before had been filled with sensual, jumbled-up dreams where dozens of people fucked in every conceivable position all over the house. Eric was in the dream but he had been busy with two young girls. Riding up and down on a huge prick, she had watched him finger-fuck the girls while they shared his cock.

Concentrating on the dream, Rita rolled onto her back and worked the gown over her head. She was completely naked now, rubbing her firm, plump ass on the cool sheets and moaning softly. Later in her dream she had squatted on another prick while one rammed into her ass and yet another filled her mouth. Thinking about the dream only excited her further, and both hands trailed down her flat belly to her furry, black pussy.

She spread her legs farther apart and dipped two scarlet-nailed fingers into her dripping cunt up to the first knuckle. Biting gently on her lower hp, she added a third finger and shoved them inside her as far as she could. One finger of her other hand found her erect clit, and she rubbed the magic button causing delightful waves of pleasure to course through her body.

As the tempo of her fucking fingers increased, her legs opened wider and Rita’s moans grew louder. Digging her heels into the yielding mattress, she thrust her pelvis upward to meet the invading fingers as they plunged in and out of her hungry cunt. Her abundant lubricant leaked out of her pussy and ran down her bouncing ass-cheeks. The soft moans had turned to strangled whimpers and the clit she was manipulating seemed to swell to the bursting point.

“Oh, God!” she screamed as her climax hit forcefully, making her shudder from head to toe. It was over just as quickly, but that was normal for Rita. The second one would take longer.

Heart pounding, gasping for breath, she pulled shiny wet fingers out of her pussy momentarily to taste the buttery sweetness covering them. She enjoyed the taste of her own cunt-juice almost as much as she loved the taste of jism. As she licked her fingers, memories of the dream surfaced again. In the dream she had swallowed thick, white cum from at least a dozen pricks, licked it off her hands and sucked it out of other pussies.

With a groan, she buried two fingers in her cunt again and the third snaked up her ass. The sensations flowing over her were deliciously painful, but Rita had an itch that her fingers alone would never satisfy. As her lust-glazed eyes roamed the room, she spotted a round can of deodorant on the dresser. Scrambling off the bed, she grabbed it and plunged it as far into her grasping cunt as possible while standing up. The cool metal container against her feverish flesh made her gasp. The reflection in the mirror was one of a dark-haired beauty with ripe tits, a tiny waist, and smooth, tanned legs. The red can of deodorant protruded obscenely from between her legs, made slippery by clear droplets of juice.

The itch was still there and Rita pulled the can out with a vulgar sucking sound and discarded it. Whimpering softly, she hurried into the kitchen. In the refrigerator was a long, fat cucumber and she squatted on the floor while plunging it in and out of her splayed pussy.

“Yeah, fuck it,” she whispered, closed her eyes and worked her finger frantically on her clit. The orgasm began in delicate, tantalizing waves deep in her belly and continued to grow stronger. When they reached the peak of intensity, she collapsed on the floor, ramming the cucumber in and out of her forcefully and babbling incoherently. As she slowly returned to reality, the cucumber slid out of her pussy and lay between her legs in a puddle of her cunt-juices.

Finally, Rita managed to get up and walk on weak, shaking legs to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stepped under the needlepoint spray of hot water. As she soaped herself thoroughly, thoughts of the dream came to her again and she remembered a man in a wheelchair. In her dream the man in the wheelchair had smiled at her while he held his huge cock for her to suck. It was so big she was unable to get it all in her mouth and his sperm had jetted onto her face and down her throat almost strangling her.

Rita giggled to herself. The only person she knew that used a wheelchair was David Kelly, a man who lived down the street. The most they had ever said to each other was hello. Why would she dream about him? As she rinsed off the rich lather, she realized that most of the people in her dream had been their neighbors.

“A neighborhood fuck party,” Rita said aloud and giggled again, but her craving for cock had returned. The water pounding on her clit added to the excitement, but Rita didn’t want to come that way. Bending over, she spread her ass-cheeks and let the water gush onto her exposed cunt and asshole.

Desire took control of her luscious body as she turned off the water, dried quickly on a big, fluffy towel and returned to the bedroom. Opening a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed, she found Ralph. Her trusty vibrator was ten inches long and a good three inches around. His simulated veins and fat knob had brought her to many, many mind-blowing orgasms. Only now Ralph wasn’t of much use; his batteries were dead. Fishing around in the drawer, Rita discovered two discarded batteries. With shaking fingers she popped them in place, flipped the switch and he hummed to life.

“Oh, Ralph, I love you!” she squealed in delight, fell across the bed and buried the plastic cock in her hot, wet pussy.

The bed complained noisily as she fucked herself with the big vibrator. Closing her eyes, she conjured up scenes from the dream; scenes where cocks filled her pussy, her ass and her mouth; scenes where white streams of cum shot into her mouth, onto her ass and tits. Plunging the vibrator deeper with each stroke, Rita brought herself to the peak of excitement several times but would not allow herself to come. The wet, squishy sounds of Ralph sliding in and out of her overflowing pussy only added to Rita’s arousal and her moans once again turned into guttural growls and whimpers.

Once more, she teased herself. I’ll get to the edge once more and then I’ll come. The faces of all the men she’d fucked came to mind but, as she climbed the mountain again, one face, smiling proudly, remained. Ralph chose that particular moment to die and the room was suddenly silent. Rita’s pussy convulsed begging for more, her heart pounded and her legs parted wider. She flicked the switch off and on a couple of times with her thumb, shook him, begged him but it was useless. Ralph was dead and without fresh batteries, he couldn’t help her now.

“Bastard,” Rita said for the second time that morning and threw Ralph across the room.

The doorbell chimed softly adding to the frown on her pretty face. Wondering who it could be, she pulled on a robe.

“If it’s a man, he’d better be careful,” she muttered to herself.

Chapter Two

The frown on Rita’s face disappeared when she opened the door. Standing there was the next best thing to a man-a boy; eighteen-year-old Chip Westgate, looking fresh and young in his cut-off jeans and t-shirt. An older, more experienced man would have seen the flush in Rita’s cheeks, the tussled hair and swollen tits and knew what she needed, but even though Chip was tall for his age and beginning to muscle out, he had had very little experience with women.

“I came to cut your grass, Mrs. Roberts,” he said with a crooked grin. “Sure, fine,” Rita said as she openly admired the muscular young man’s body and gave him a sexy wink. “You know where everything is.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, meeting her gaze with trusting brown eyes and then ambled off toward the garage whistling.

An hour later, her desire still simmering, Rita was draped across a lawn chair pretending to read. Actually, she was admiring Chip’s sweaty, young body as he pushed the lawn mower around their spacious back yard. Sun warmed her flesh, adding to the already deep tan that contrasted vividly with the white string bikini that she wore. It barely covered her dark nipples and trimmed cunt-bush, and she hoped it would get Chip’s attention. Whenever Rita thought he might be looking, she stretched lazily giving him a good view of her taut inner thighs and the damp crotch of her bikini.

Without seeming to notice her, Chip finished mowing the grass and began clipping hedges. Rita turned onto her belly, so he could see her tight, inviting ass. When he asked her a question about some vines, she propped herself up on her elbows and her big tits almost fell out of the confining bikini top. The young man looked away quickly, but Rita saw the telltale bulge growing in his shorts.

Satisfied with the results, she picked up her book and towel and went into the house. After making a pitcher of iced tea, she donned a short robe.

“Chip,” she called a few minutes later. “Come and get something to drink.”

Thankful for the opportunity to come in out of the hot sun, Chip sprinted toward the back door.

Rita was sitting in the sunny breakfast nook, one long, slender leg crossed over the other, her robe hanging open to reveal the tiny bikini she had worn outside. Somehow this excited Chip even more.

“Sit down,” she said with a little smile and patted the chair beside her.

Chip sat down awkwardly.

“You’re really a big help, Chip. I don’t know what we’d do without you,” Rita purred, reaching out to touch the young man’s lean thigh in a friendly gesture.

“Thank you, Mrs. Roberts,” Chip said, blushed to the roots of his sun-bleached hair and gulped the cold tea.

“Did you graduate this year, Chip?” Rita asked.

“No. I’ve got one more year to go,” he answered, wiping sweat out of his eyes.

“Then what? College?”

Chip shrugged. “I guess so. I’ve been thinking about Oregon State.”

“That’s a long way off. I’ll bet there’ll be a lot of pretty girls sorry to hear that,” Rita continued, steering the conversation in the direction she wanted.

Chip blushed again and grinned.

“You do have a steady girl, don’t you?” Rita asked.

“Not really,” Chip said and put his empty glass on the table. “More?” He nodded.

Rita leaned toward him to pour the tea, making sure he smelled her perfume and saw down into the robe where her erect nipples had come to life.

“I thought a big, handsome hunk like you would have girls all over the place,’ Rita said.

Chip blushed again and shook his head.

“Look what I’ve done,” Rita said suddenly. “I’ve embarrassed you, haven’t I? I’m so sorry. It’s just that you’re a very handsome young man and-” her fingers ran lightly down his forearm where soft curly hair glistened in the sun, “-well, they don’t know what they’re missing.”

Chip crossed his legs to hide the bulge that had been growing there since they had been outside. Detecting the movement, she drew her hand from Chip’s arm to touch his neck and ear.

“Mrs. Roberts …”

“Rita. Call me Rita,” she said, her voice low and husky.

“I’d better get back to work,” he said, but made no move to get up.

“Chip have you ever had a girl before?” Rita asked, her soft tit brushing his shoulder.

He shook his head and swallowed hard. “Just a hand-job …”

“You mean they jacked you off?” she said and then laughed when he looked at her in surprise. “It’s okay to say it Chip. I like to hear you say those kind of words.”

He swallowed again. The hardness in his crotch was becoming painful.

“Have you ever seen a naked woman?”

“Only . . . only in magazines,” he stammered.

“Would you like to see me naked?” she asked.

Chip nodded but didn’t blush this time.

Standing up, Rita shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Soon her bikini top and panties joined it, and she stood proudly before Chip, happy to show him her nakedness. As he drank in the sight of her naked flesh, she cupped her tits then ran her hands down her sides. Turning around, she gave him a good view of her ass, and when she looked over her shoulder, she saw that he was not looking away.

“I was very young the first time a man fucked me,” Rita said as she turned back around. “He was gentle and caring and I’ve been in love with sex ever since. Let me show you how good it can be, Chip.”

She was behind him now, her belly pressed against his back, her tits against his head, and her hands made small, sensual circles on his chest.

He nodded.

“Come on,” she said softly and took his hand.

He followed her down the hall, watching the way her ass jiggled just a little with every step she took. In the bedroom she turned to him and pressed herself against him, hard-nippled tits rubbing his chest, his raging erection butting her belly. Her lips claimed his and her busy tongue darted into his mouth, seeking out his and drawing it back into her mouth. When she sucked on his tongue, he moaned softly and soon her tongue was in his mouth again and he was sucking it.

As their tongues battled, Rita found his hands and put them on her ass. He moaned, louder this time, and squeezed the flesh of her ass, drawing her closer. One hand left her ass of its own accord and found her aching tit. He kneaded and caressed it gently, palming the nipple while the other hand pulled her tightly against his crotch.

Rita’s hands were busy, too. She unsnapped and unzipped his shorts and slipped a hand inside his briefs to grasp his throbbing cock. Her fingers barely reached around the cock-shaft and she felt it twitch in response. Chip fucked her hand gently and, fearing that he might lose control and come, she released him momentarily. Reluctantly removing her mouth from his, she sank to her knees, planting teasing kisses down his chest and belly along the way. Squatting at his feet, she helped him out of his shorts and briefs and ran her hands up his thick, hard-muscled thighs while she marveled at the huge cock that awaited her mouth.

“Oh, Chip, it’s beautiful,” she breathed and planted a kiss on the velvety head, already shiny with pre-cum.

He groaned, and Rita smeared the pearly drops around with her tongue and then began licking up and down the cock-shaft. He tasted and smelled sweaty, but she gave every inch of that hard, young cock particularly close attention. When he was throbbing steadily, Rita knew he wouldn’t last long. She made a tight oval out of her lips, slid the cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down the long cock-shaft, feeling him touch the back of her throat.

“Mrs. Rob . . . Rita. Oh, God!” Chip moaned, fucking her face with abandon and Rita cupped his heavy sac.

He made a guttural growl, grabbed her head, and she jabbed a finger into his sweaty asshole.

“Sweet Jesus!” Chip howled and then erupted in her eagerly sucking mouth, experiencing the most intense orgasm of his young life. Rita continued sucking until his cock hung limp and began to shrivel and then she stood up. Their mouths met again and his hands returned to her tits.

“You learn fast,” Rita breathed when he kissed his way down her neck to the tit he had been caressing.

Sucking the brown nipple into his mouth like a baby, Chip ran his hands up and down her sides, her back and then he began to knead her ass.

“Easy, easy,” Rita cautioned when he bit the nipple, but she loved the feeling of his teeth and wet, sucking mouth.

Falling back onto the bed, Rita pulled Chip with her. He positioned himself over her, licking his way from one jutting nipple to the other while his hands continued to explore her body. If Rita was hot before, this was nothing compared to the fire that was raging through her now. Chip had no idea that he was in control; that anything he wanted she would gladly do, just as long as he didn’t stop doing what he was doing.

Chip kissed her full, sensuous mouth again, then began working downward, past her tits, past her dimpled belly button toward her hungry pussy. He paused there momentarily and then with a groan of passion, buried his face in her slippery wet pussy. He sucked and lapped until she was dry and then probed deeply with his tongue for more.

Rita was in heaven, hunching against his face shamelessly while she held onto his head with both hands.

“My clit!” she squealed. “Suck my clit!”

Then realizing that Chip had no idea what she was talking about, her fingers revealed the little button. He understood immediately, latched onto her erect bud with his lips and sucked loudly.

“Dear, God!” she screamed and Chip had to hold her down with both hands so he could keep the slippery nub in his mouth. “Put two fingers inside me!”

Shaking, afraid he might come all over her bed, Chip worked two fingers inside her clutching cunt and continued to suck on the magic button. Then suddenly she grabbed his head, stiffened, and her clit disappeared.

“Don’t stop!” Rita begged. “Please, don’t stop! I’m coming!”

Chip kept at it, and a flood of warm cunt-juice coated his chin. Pride surged through him knowing that he had actually made her come.

After a few minutes Rita pulled him up to lay on top of her, feeling his hard cock between them. She smiled happily and licked the wetness from his face.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” she asked suspiciously.

“Never,” Chip said, burying his face in her soft neck, amazed that his cock was rock hard again and hurting.

“Then you must have a gift,” Rita complimented him, and her hands guided his cock to the wet entrance of her pussy. Rita’s suspicions were more than aroused when he used his knees to spread her thighs farther apart and slowly, an inch at a time, work his cock into her. Biting her lower Up, Rita lifted her head to watch until his cock was completely engulfed in wetness. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him even deeper.

Beads of sweat broke out on his upper hp and forehead as he fought to keep from grabbing her ass and ramming his prick into her with brutal force. When he finally began a slow in-and-out movement, Rita sighed, and her pussy clutched at his hard cock-meat, causing almost painful pleasure.

“Easy. Slow and easy,” she whispered in his ear, but her hands had trailed to his lean ass and she forced him to thrust harder.

Bracing himself on his arms, Chip looked down into Rita’s blissful face. Her black hair was spread around her like a halo, her lips looked swollen and bruised, and her hazel eyes burned with a fire that he’d never seen before. For a moment she was so beautiful she looked dangerous, and he forgot all about the cunt sucking hungrily on his cock.

“Soooo good!” she whispered, eagerly meeting his thrusts.

Chip picked up the tempo and felt her pelvis reaching for him. He watched her face as it went through a series of emotions, but the fire never went out of those eyes.

“Fuck me, Chip! Fuck me! Make me come!” Rita said, and her words matched his thrusting and spurred him on. The cum was boiling in his balls and shooting down his cock-shaft and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart and Rita’s sobbing cries while her pussy convulsed and milked him dry.

Chip rolled off her, exhausted, and she idly rubbed his chest, knowing that his first sexual encounter had been more than fulfilling. Sex was so wonderful, natural and sweet, and Rita wished that everyone felt that way. Someday they would, but in the meantime it was her self-appointed duty to spread the good feelings around to as many people as she could. She had a debt to pay and Chip was only the beginning.

Chapter Three

Rita turned over and reached for Eric, but the bed was empty. She opened her eyes and came face to face with a note that lay on his pillow. It said: working late again tonight. Don’t wait up for me. I love you, Sleepy Head.

Frowning, she tossed the paper aside. She had been asleep when he got home from work the night before and was sorry to find out that he had already left. Rita was disappointed and the overcast sky matched her gray mood. She snuggled deeper under the covers trying to go back to sleep.

After thirty minutes of tossing and turning, Rita felt the familiar itch between her legs and knew sleep would not come. Cloudy days always make me horny, she thought and smiled to herself, but so did sunny days and snowy days. She reached for Eric’s pillow and hugged it to her chest. As usual her tits ached for his mouth, her pussy yearned for his plunging cock but he was gone and there would be none of that today unless . . . and Rita smiled to herself again.

At last the itch between her legs grew worse, preventing even peaceful thoughts. Thinking that some strenuous exercise would take her mind off it, she showered, slipped into red jogging shorts and a white tank top that showed off her tan to its best advantage. Tying on her worn but comfortable Addidas, Rita left the house at a slow trot. The sky was still overcast, but there was a refreshing breeze coming off the lake and she got the feeling that everyone else in the world was asleep.

The neighborhood where she and Eric had lived for almost a year was a cluster of modern houses built in around a lake. As she passed Chip’s house, she wondered if she had done a good job the day before of making him a man. It had been one of the most exciting sexual experiences of her life, almost as exciting as her own first taste of sex. As a rule, Rita like a man with experience, but the teaching had been fun, too.

Thinking about Chip brought the itch between her legs back into focus and she began to fantasize about finding a man to satisfy her needs as she jogged along the sidewalk. The fantasy brought her nipples to life and they formed little points on the front of her top, drawing attention to the brown shadows surrounding them.

“Good morning,” a male voice came from behind her and when Rita realized it wasn’t her fantasy lover talking, she glanced over her shoulder.

Brad Westgate, Chip’s father, was hurrying to catch up with her. A handsome man in his mid forties, he was a larger, heavier version of his son with the same sun-bleached hair and trusting brown eyes.

Rita returned the greeting when he caught up with her and hoped that he didn’t notice her hard nipples.

“Do you run every morning?” he asked.

“I should, but some days I just can’t get to it,” Rita answered with a shy smile. She wondered if he knew about her and Chip and how he would react if he did.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Looks like you’re in pretty good shape, though,” he said with a wicked grin and a glance at her firm ass.

“Thank you,” Rita answered, thinking that he had never been this friendly before. She shivered as the spicy scent of his cologne teased her nose.

They ran along the lake in silence for a while, Rita struggling to keep pace with Brad’s long area with natural clearings, a few picnic tables and several cross-crossing paths worn by dogs, children, and lovers strolling there.

When they reached the covering of trees, Brad slowed down considerably and Rita was glad. She was tired and had stumbled once or twice. Suddenly, she turned her ankle, lost her balance and sat down hard.

“Are you hurt?” Brad was beside her immediately, his face full of concern.

“I don’t think so. I just turned my ankle,” she answered, embarrassed at her clumsiness and tried to stand.

“Wait,” Brad said while he squeezed her ankle and wiggled her foot around.

“It’s okay, really …” Rita began to protest, but Brad’s hands were no longer on her ankle. They had somehow worked their way up her leg to her inner thigh where they stroked and caressed the sensitive skin gently. Goose bumps covered her arms, her nipples jumped to life again and, despite her recent exhaustion, her pussy began to tingle.

Brad’s hands continued to work their magic on her senses and she watched them as if mesmerized. He reached the leg of her shorts, ran his fingers just inside and tugged playfully at her short pussy-hair. At last she tore her eyes away from his hands and looked at him. He was grinning wickedly again, and Kita felt her whole pelvis area grow ten degrees warmer, loose and moist. When he put one big hand over her cunt-mound and cupped it, Rita couldn’t resist the urge to hunch against it.

“Let’s go over there,” Brad suggested as he helped her to her feet and pointed toward a thick grove of pines. “It’s a little more private than this path.”

On shaking legs, Rita followed him, taking in his broad, powerful shoulders which narrowed into slim hips. He reminded her of her first lover and there was no stopping what she knew was about to happen. In the center of the grove of pines was a small clearing and a picnic table. Their privacy seemed complete as Brad turned and took her in his strong arms. She welcomed the feeling of his possessive mouth crushing down on hers and ground her pelvis against him.

Rita’s fantasy came to life as he took the initiative, pulled up her tank top and went straight for her nipples. She moaned and cradled his head in her arms and never thought about cautioning him as she had his son when he bit them gently.

“You’re a hot little lady, aren’t you!” Brad chuckled when he probed her pussy with two fingers and found it wet and clutching. Rita could only nod, unashamed of her reaction to this handsome older man and his attentions, but she wanted to give him pleasure as well as receive it. Sinking to her knees, she pulled his shorts down just enough to expose his uncut cock and bloated balls to her gaze. She eased the foreskin back to expose the satiny head and kissed it lovingly, letting her tongue dip into the slit.

“Yeah, baby,” Brad said softly.

Rita pulled more and more skin back and licked and sucked as she did so until Brad’s hard cock had almost doubled in size and throbbed steadily. Not until then did she suck his cock into her mouth and tickle the underside of his cock with her tongue.

“Ah, that’s it!” Brad groaned and fucked her face gently.

Rita wanted to taste his cum badly, but her empty pussy was demanding attention, too. She let his prick slip out of her mouth with a loud pop, stood up and dropped her shorts. She stood among the trees with her shorts around one ankle, her top scrunched up under her chin and her ever-hard nipples jutting skyward.

With an evil chuckle, Brad came toward her, surrounded her with his arms again and their mouths met in a deep probing kiss that left both of them breathing hard. His prick poked between her thighs, getting wet from the juices that had dripped there from her overflowing cunt. He thumbed her nipples and then sucked them until they were raw while his hands massaged her ass-cheeks, pulling them apart and teasing her puckered brown asshole with his probing fingers.

Suddenly Rita could stand the teasing no longer.

“Fuck me, Brad! I need it so bad! Please,” she hissed, stepping away from his embrace, bending forward over the picnic table and spreading her pulsing pussy-lips apart with trembling fingers.

Needing no further encouragement than the inviting pink wetness framed by curly black hair, he moved behind her. With skill, he guided his prick to her steaming pussy, pushed until just the head was inside her and held it there for a second. He forced himself to remain motionless until Rita pushed back, impaling herself further on his prick.

“Dear, God,” she whispered and bit her lower Up as that wonderful stuffed feeling invaded her body and mind. She was unaware of the rough wood of the picnic table irritating her tits. Only Brad’s pulsing cock-shaft sliding in and out of her cunt and the hand that was massaging her clit had her attention.

“Let it go, baby!” Brad grunted and bit her ear, and her climax brought guttural animal sounds of pleasure that did not sound at all out of place in the wooded area.

Brad’s rhythm slowed after her orgasm was over. He wanted to bring her to another before he came, and they both relaxed, content to enjoy the intense sexual stimulation each received from the other. Rita squeezed his prick with her strong cunt-muscles and he slapped her upturned ass playfully.

“Keep that up and I won’t last long,” he warned.

When he pulled out of her a few minutes later, she shot a questioning look over her shoulder and then he maneuvered her onto her back on the table. The rough wood bit into the tender skin of her ass and back, but all she was interested in was getting Brad’s cock back inside her. He seemed to be in a hurry for that too, put her legs over his shoulders, and entered her with one powerful lunge. Then he began pumping again, in earnest with deep thrusts that brought grunts of pleasure from both of them.

“Give it to me,” she said over and over again as she hunched against him.

Working his cock-meat in and out of her in a steady rhythm, Brad watched her facial features contort. In fascination he watched her, pinched her nipples roughly, felt her pussy contract and saw the smoldering fire in her eyes leap into life.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming!” he bellowed like a bull and lost all control.

Her moans turned into a loud wail as the first hot streams of his spunk streaked out of his cock to coat her womb. As he fired his load into her clutching cunt, he continued to pound into her, bringing her to an even higher level of ecstasy. Finally, their lusty cries became soft whimpers, their movements slowed and ceased and Brad fell on top of her, resting his head on one sweaty tit.

“That was good,” she cooed softly.

“Uh-huh,” he muttered, trying to find the strength to move.

“Do you really run every day?” she asked suddenly and forced him to look at her.

He grinned sheepishly. “No. I saw you go past our house this morning and I said to myself, Brad, that’s one fine-looking piece. You ought to try tapping it.”

Rita laughed at his expressive language. “Well, you’ve tapped it. Is it still a fine-looking piece.”

“Hell, yes, and it feels even better than it looks,” he answered, moving away from her and pulling up his shorts.

Rita put her clothes back on and they jogged back toward the lake, talking like old friends. As she reached her house, Rita felt a warm trickle of jism dripping out into her shorts and she smiled.

Chapter Four

Later in the afternoon, Rita decided to go shopping. As she showered, put on clean shorts and a halter, she remembered her dream and that Brad had been one of the eager participants in the neighborhood orgy. She was still grinning at the thought of a dream come true as she drove to the local market. Her pussy was content with the attention it had received from Brad, and she hummed softly to herself as she pushed her shopping cart up and down picking out food.

Her humming came to an abrupt halt when she saw a wheelchair up ahead of her. The man in it had dark brown hair and he was talking to another man, moving his long-fingered hands expressively. It had to be David Kelly, their neighbor, and the first thing that crossed her mind was that he had been in her dream, too. She started to turn around to avoid him, afraid that she might do something to upset him, but his friend had gone away and David was having trouble reaching a can of coffee.

Pushing her cart toward him, she smiled and said, “May I help?”

“Sure, Mrs. Roberts. Sometimes this is a little inconvenient,” he answered, his voice soft and soothing.

“I can imagine,” Rita replied and reached for the coffee, noting the way his eyes moved up her legs to her ass and back down again. “And please call me Rita. Mrs. Roberts makes me sound so old.”

“Thanks, Rita,” he said, putting emphasis on her name, but his eyes were saying so much more. He took the can and they parted company, but she could feel his eyes on her all the way down the isle.

They ran into each other again in the parking lot and, tossing her worries aside, she offered to drive him home. He accepted the offer and they talked easily while she drove. It felt good to be doing something useful and she always enjoyed it when a man’s eyes devoured her the way his did. Once at his house, she carried the groceries inside and offered to put them away, but he stopped her.

“You go out on the deck and sit down. I’ll bring cool drinks and we’ll talk,” he said with authority, and when Rita hesitated he added, “Scat!”

With a smile, she left the kitchen which was very much like her own. On her way through his comfortably furnished living room, she passed several bookcases filled with oversized, glossy magazines. Curiosity getting the better of her, she paused, pulled one off the shelf and looked at it. It was titled Blondie, and on the front cover, in full color, was a detailed, close-up photograph of a very wet pink and blonde pussy. Totally absorbed in the pictures, Rita leafed through the magazine. A vague tickling began in her belly. She had seen lots of erotic literature but never, never anything this explicit.

David dropped something in the kitchen and swore and Rita snapped out of her trance. Hurriedly she began putting the books back on the shelf. In doing so, she knocked several off, and that was how he found her, trying to pick up all those books and put them away before he saw her.

“I’m sorry,” Rita began, “I saw these and . . . ” David looked worried. “No harm done. What do you think?”

Rita cleared her throat. There was no need denying that the books aroused her, she knew he could see it on her face. “They’re great.”

His face broke into a relieved smile.

“Especially this one,” Rita said quickly, holding a book up for him to see.

“You’re probably one of the few women in the world who would appreciate my book collection. All of these shelves are filled with erotic literature and I have more in the den,” he said.

“Oh, I enjoy all sorts of sexually stimulating material,” Rita said, sitting on the floor near him. “I’ve just never seen anything quite this explicit before.”

David watched as she slowly turned the pages, pausing now and then when an especially large cock was pictured erupting into an open mouth or across a smooth, white ass. She seemed perfectly at ease, and he was almost ashamed of the hard-on that was growing more prominent by the minute.

“Look how big this guy is,” Rita marveled and shook her dark head. “I don’t know if I could take one that big.”

“Let me see.” David reached for the book and noticed that one button of her halter had come undone. “I know where there’s one bigger than this,” he said, speaking carefully.

“Really? Where?” To Rita the one in the picture looked big enough for two people and she could not imagine what an even bigger one would look like.

He handed the book back to her and then as Rita watched, unzipped his pants and freed a semi-hard cock that was indeed bigger than the one in the picture.

“It’s ten inches long and five inches around when it’s completely hard,” he said proudly.

Rita stared in amazement. Her tongue moistened her dry lips in an unconsciously sexual action, and as she continued to watch, his monster prick stiffened and grew longer.

“May I touch it?” she whispered, keeping her eyes on it as if it might attack if she looked away.

“Please,” David said softly, his voice suddenly thick.

Rita’s right hand replaced David’s, and he sighed audibly. Her fingers could not reach all the way around but the hot, throbbing cock felt inviting and she bit her lower lip and smiled up at him. The left hand joined the right. She pumped up and down gently for a few minutes and it grew even larger. She realized that the vague tickling in her belly had grown to an excited quiver.

“May I kiss it?” she asked.

David nodded and looked into the valley between her soft tits. “It’s been over a year since a woman did that.”

Still holding his cock-rod with both hands, Rita leaned forward and tenderly kissed the spongy head of the giant cock. It trembled and a huge amount of pre-cum bubbled forth. She lapped it up eagerly and found that it tasted sweet. David moaned softly, but Rita did not hear his sounds of pleasure. At that moment, the only thing that existed for her was his big cock. She licked her way up and down the shaft, until it was glistening wet. Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and engulfed the head and only a few inches of the shaft. His cock really was huge and she found that after only a few more inches, his cock was nudging the back of her throat.

“Rita, when most women see my cock, they’re either afraid or they laugh at me. I’ve had them call me a freak,” he said. “Never has a woman worshipped my cock this way and God knows I’ve never been sucked this way before.”

She let his prick slide out of her mouth and held it in her fist. It was glistening with her spit.

“I think it’s beautiful,” she said and then plunged his cock into her hot mouth again, a little deeper.

Pre-cum was flowing freely now, and David watched in awe as she sucked at the sweet liquid while picking up the speed and depth of her up-and-down motions. Finally, he lost control.

“Gonna come!” he grunted, almost afraid that she would stop sucking, but Rita added her skillful hands to what her mouth was doing to his cock and the jism blasted out of him like a boiling volcano.

Again and again the streams of white, hot cum filled her mouth and she swallowed as much as she could. When he caught his breath, she was sitting at his feet again with a tiny stream of cum at the corner of her mouth. He pulled her onto his lap, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her warmly.

“I gotta come!” Rita told him breathlessly, scrambling off his lap. “You wanna watch?”

David nodded.

She shimmied out of her shorts, propped herself up against some pillows off the sofa and her fingers parted the black, furry patch between her legs to show him the wet, pink folds of her pussy. Then two scarlet-tipped fingers disappeared inside, and Rita’s thumb found her swollen clit. Her eyes met his as she began fingering herself.

“David! David, I’m coming! Uh-uh, I’m coming!”

But he knew that already and could almost feel the heat being generated by her excitement. They finally went out onto the deck where they sipped lemonade, basked in the warm sunshine, and talked. By late afternoon, David had recuperated from the blow-job, and he undressed her, touching her brown-nippled tits, her flat belly, her thighs with light, feather-like touches. When his competent hands had brought her flesh alive, his mouth and tongue took over, kindling an even deeper fire, making her moan and reach for him. With his head between her parted thighs, he brought her to the brink of orgasm and then looked up to see the beautiful woman’s intense need on her face.

“Please, David!” she begged.

“What? Tell me what you want?” he urged and inserted two fingers in her pulsing pussy.

“I want your big cock inside me,” she panted and he found it impossible to resist. In his bedroom, she undressed him, their excitement increasing with each passing moment, and when he lay on his back and she squatted over his face, he lapped eagerly at her dripping cunt. She groaned and quivered and almost drowned him with her copious flow of juices. Then she worked her way down his chest, smearing her wetness as she went, and positioned herself over his rock-hard cock.

“You’re so big. I’ll have to go slow,” she said as much to herself as to him and rubbed the head of his prick against her wet pussy to lubricate it.

Her head brought groans of pleasure from him. Then, Rita took a deep breath and squatted lower. The head of his prick popped inside her, stretching her wide and she waited for her body to adjust before pushing farther. She repeated this procedure several times and soon she was riding up and down on the first few inches of his cock-shaft. He rubbed her sensitive clit with one hand and squeezed a bouncing tit with the other. As her excitement increased, her movements became more frenzied and she took him deeper and deeper.

At last their pubic hair mingled and his cock was buried inside her pussy. She smiled proudly at him.

“We did it,” she breathed. “I’m stuffed!”

David nodded and wiggled his hips.

Rita began riding his cock-pole again while his hands kneaded her ass and his eyes stayed glued to her gorgeous bouncing tits.

“Oh, fuck, Rita, you’re so tight!” he said.

“Tell me, David! Tell me how good it feels!” Rita urged as her tempo increased. When he was deep inside her, she felt as if she could take no more, and yet when he was not, she wanted more.

“God, you’re so hot inside you burn my prick, and so wet. Do you like it?” he asked, his voice strained and husky.

“It feels like it’s gonna come out of my mouth,” Rita said with a short laugh. “I’ve never been this fucked before.”

“That’s it, baby, move that ass!” David said, and took the hard nipple that she offered to him when she leaned forward. Rita’s climax struck unexpectedly and her pussy contracted and convulsed around the invading cock while she shuddered and would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her upright.

As soon as she recovered, she grinned down at him. “I’m gonna be sore for a month.”

David laughed and then positioned her on her side so he could take her from behind. At first Rita was afraid he was going to ass-fuck her. She’d been ass-fucked before, but he was much too big. Instead he snuggled close to her, nudged his slimy cock between her legs and then she guided it into her pussy. It was still a tight fit this time but went in much easier than before and he immediately began humping her from behind.

He stopped nibbling her neck and shoulder long enough to stick two fingers of her right hand into his mouth. Licking and sucking them until they were shiny wet, he then put the spit-slick fingers between her legs and used them to tickle her clit.

“David,” she whimpered, “come with me!”

His thrusting speeded up and his mouth returned to her ear. “Come on, Rita. Let me feel that pussy quiver! Milk my cock dry!”

“David! David!” Rita squealed as her orgasm swept over her in long, shuddering waves, and his explosive shots of sperm coating her insides only heightened her feelings. At long last they came back to earth and slept briefly in that intimate position.

“I want to thank you for the lovely afternoon,” David said at the door. She had showered before dressing to go home and was tempted to suck him off again before she left.

“My pleasure,” she responded, running her finger down his cheek and along his jaw line.

He captured it in his hand and bit it gently. “Come back and we’ll do it again sometime.”

“That’s a deal,” Rita said happily and then went to her car and drove away.

As she thought back over the events of the past few days, she smiled. This spreading of sexual pleasure made her feel powerful, complete somehow and she liked the feeling.