Jerry Hull - Sister rope lust

"Uuuooowwwww!" she groaned, loud enough to shatter glass.

He buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder to stifle his own cries and he began to shoot in long, agonizing spurts.

She had fantastically intense orgasms, and he was always amazed at the way her pussy was able to grip him when she came. Most pussies were so stretched by his size that they lost their muscle control, but Betty Arness had amazing powers.

He waited until she quieted down, then he lifted her to her feet and brushed her off.

"You really didn't get dirty. The floor was just cleaned."

She laughed, and got dressed.

"Owww," she said, "I'd better make a trip to the John. You're coming back out of me."

He stopped her at the door.

"Okay, now, don't forget your part of the bargain. You said you'd come to the party if I gave you a good fucking this morning, right?"

"You conceited bastard!" she almost spat at him. Then her smile returned. "Yes, I agree to my part of the bargain!"

Margaret Webster was through with the rehearsal for the day. She was glad, because the twins were proving to be more and more distracting to her. Sometimes she forgot which scene she was directing. She locked her office door and lowered the shade over the window that faced the main driveway and parking lot.

Reef Waldrep sat in her chair at her desk. He was almost the most beautiful man Margaret had ever known, except that she had somehow been shy about making advances towards him. He seemed friendly and open enough with her, but she guessed that he was on the shy side himself. She liked the way his tweed suit complimented his light brown, unruly mop of hair, and his long face with the chiseled features, the attractive little moustache…

"What did you have to tell me that was so important, Margaret?"

Margaret Webster gave him a dead-on look.

"You're a social sciences teacher, aren't you?"

"Of course. You know that."

“But that wasn't one of my subjects," she said. "You, you study people's behavior patterns, don't you?"

"Sure, among other things, "

She quickly crossed the office and knelt in front of him. Her hand reached out and unzipped the fly of his tweed trousers before he even had a chance to react.

"Then maybe you can understand my hopeless need to suck your cock, Reef," she said, digging her hand into the fly and finding the opening in his jockey shorts.

"Margaret! I, "

His cock was soft, and she had no trouble pulling it out of the flap of his cotton briefs. It looked the way she thought it would, as perfect as the man it belonged to. Beautifully shaped, proportioned, it would be huge when it got hard. Her head dipped down and she trapped the entire member in her mouth.

"Owwwww, wait, Margaret, I think, I don't think we, owwww, my God! I've never felt a mouth like that in my life. Oh, sweet sufferin' shit, suck that cock, lady. Owww, suck it off!"

She felt his cock immediately begin to swell in her throat. By holding it there, and letting it grow to its longest and thickest size, she didn't have the bother of forcing an already stiff prick down her throat. She breathed heavily through her nose, and kept the swelling pole buried all the way. Her nose was pressed into his open fly, being tickled by his curly brown hairs.

He unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down around his ankles. She had to come off his cock when he yanked down his jockey shorts, but she immediately plunged back and swallowed the entire shaft into her gullet again.

Now his fat nuts were nestled under her chin, making a cushion for her. She began to deep-throat the man like she had seldom sucked in her life.

"Jeeee-susssss!" he whistled through his teeth.

He shoved his hands down and lifted her blouse until it was up over her breasts. He'd always wanted to get his hands on her big tits, and the unexpected opportunity almost had him shooting his wad. She reached back and quickly unsnapped her brassiere. He was then able to pull the confining cups away from her breasts, and his hands were suddenly filled with the fantastic mounds of flesh. He rubbed his thumbs over the nipples and found them hard, like diamonds.

She pulled his cock out of her throat and took a long look at the glistening pole.

"I didn't know you were hung like a fucking horse, darling."

"I don't advertise, if that's what you mean."

"Reef, darling," the brunette woman said, standing up and wiggling out of her skirt, "you've been wanting to fuck me for some time, haven't you?"

"Well, I, sure I have." He wasn't used to such honesty.

"Good. Well, my pussy has been chewing nails waiting to get you inside me, so why don't we just do it right here on the floor?"

"On the floor?"

"Yes, it was just cleaned. Oh, don't be such a prude, darling!" She fell back and motioned to him, her legs already spread wide. He had never seen so much pubic hair on a woman. And the lips of her vagina were already opening, the pink, wet flesh inside forming a mouth that said, "come in!"

He took off his shoes and yanked his trousers and shorts over his feet. Then he slipped out of his suit coat and when he came down on top of her he was dressed in a shirt, a tie, and socks.

Margaret guided his already wet cock into her already wet cunt. She was almost dripping from heat! He shoved all the way home and she grabbed his ass for assurance.

"Plow me hard, darling. I really need to be fucked!"

He hammered into her the way no man had ever done, not even Nick Orlando. He grabbed her legs and made her ass bounce up and down on the floor in loud slapping sounds. Suddenly, she screamed. The fucking, even for her, was too intense to hold off.

"I'm Cummmiiinnngggg! Aggghhh!"

"Me too! Me too! Oh, shit! Here it goes! Gggaahhhh!"

She felt him flood her with sperm. She felt like she was floating in a sea of it. And at the moment, she wanted to drown.

Her hands continued to hold his buttocks, forcing him to remain completely inside her until he finally softened.

When he came out, he seemed apologetic.

"I'm a little quick on the trigger sometimes," he said, "but I can keep coming all night. So you never have to worry about getting yours, "

"You had me off in seconds, darling," she said, smiling. She decided to wait a while before she explained that seven or eight orgasms were her average.

"You know, Reef," Margaret said when they were both dressed again and looking respectable, "I think you'd be a really perfect person to escort me to a little party that's coming up in the near future."

"Really? Well, sure, Margaret. Any time you need an escort."

"Well, darling, you might just find this party as much fun as I'm sure I will. In fact, I'll have to be honest with you. This little session we just had, well, I was, I was sort of, auditioning you!"

"Oh? Well, now, just what kind of party are you talking about?"

Margaret Webster smiled sheepishly.

"What starts with O and rhymes with ORGY?"

Bobbi had more time to plan for this party. She found an area in the wall divider between the dining and living rooms where her camera just fit perfectly. With the use of some potted plants situated around it, the lens wasn't even visible, unless one was looking for it. She had the camera eye focused on the center of the living room floor, and the zoom lens would pick up everything in close-up detail. Any four people who wandered to the center of the room at any time would be sharply preserved on color film. She wasn't sure that the sound would carry from the distance necessary to conceal the camera, but she turned up her microphones and hoped for the best.

There was a reel inside the camera that would last for a long time. She devised a remote switch on top of the television set that would start and stop the film at a flick of the finger.