Jack Parker - Photo orgy

She blushed so hard her freckles almost disappeered. "Do you think I'm… well, sexy, Pete?" Her hand was now inching up my thigh, the fingers scratching around just under my balls.

I continued to play with her tits, stretching out my fingers and palming them like two basketballs. "Are you kidding?" I asked. "You got a body on you like nobody's business. And you know how to use it, too. There are a lot of broads, they got the equipment but they don't know how to use it. Believe me, you're the best thing I've run into in many a day."

She turned even redder and smiled broadly, enjoying the hell out of my remarks. Then, suddenly, the smile went away and she looked sadly across the room.

"Well," she said, "it's nice to know somebody thinks so." Her fingers were now cupping my balls and running up and down my wilted cock, but her mind was somewhere else.

"Watta you mean?" I asked. I knew what she meant. That four-eyed beanpole of hers wasn't paying her enough attention. If I played my cards right, made her feel that here was somebody who understood and really appreciated her, I'd be setting myself up for some of the best pussy in the country, and on a regular basis. And, besides, I wasn't bulling her, I really meant it.

"Oh, it's just… nothing." She looked down at me, smiled, and shrugged her shoulders. I got up on my elbows and sucked her nipples into my mouth one at a time, then got back down on the bed.

"I understand," I said. Her hand gripped my cock. Like I said before, I got a way with women. "He's too busy with his work, right?" I asked.

"Something like that," she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What's he do, your husband?"

She brought her hand up to her eyes and wiped. "He – he's a computer programmer," she said, sniffing. I had my hands under her tits, bringing those two big jugs high on her chest, the nipples pointing up. They were large and flaccid now.

"Work in the city?" I asked.

She shook her head. "White Plains," she said. "He drives down." Her fingers snaked through my cock hair.

"He's older than you, isn't he?" I said.

She nodded. "He's thirty-six and I'm… twenty-seven. When we first got married, it was different. I mean, then, he was always bringing me things and taking me out and he couldn't wait to get me in bed. But, now…"

She looked at me and then looked away, fast. I guess she needed somebody to talk to, but was feeling awkward. After all, even though we'd just screwed, I was still a stranger, just some guy who was there to fix the toilet.

"You don't have any kids, do you, Doris?" I said.

"No," she answered. "We tried and tried and went for tests and everything and it turned out that it was Fred's fault. You should have seen the look on his face when we found out. I'll never forget it, in that doctor's office…" She sighed and twisted up a clump of my cock hair. "Ever since then, the only time he comes near me is when I beg. I mean, it's gotten to where he can't even get it up sometimes and whenever I try to get him to see a doctor he starts yelling and throwing things around and going out till all hours. This last year, I don't even try anymore. I didn't even realize how bad off I was until… I mean, when you came in, I – oh, God!"

She lowered her face and covered her eyes with her free hand, while the other pushed into my stomach. I sat up and put an arm around her.

"Doris," I said, "why don't you leave the guy?"

"I still love him. It's crazy, I know. Don't ask me to explain – I don't even understand it myself. I keep hoping he'll give in and go to a doctor and maybe also adopt a few kids. So far, whenever I mention it, he gets mad. But maybe if I keep trying…"

I couldn't figure it. Here was an exciting doll, with a body and a half, who was wasting her life on this dud. I patted her shoulder and tried to sound cheerful.

"Well," I said, "I think you're one hell of a girl and I hope I can see more of you."

"I don't know… it isn't right. I just couldn't help myself. I shouldn't have let it happen."

I couldn't let her slip away that easily. "Doris," I said, "there's nothing wrong in doing what you did. I mean, it's only natural that a young woman like you is gonna have desires and needs. If your husband can't cut the mustard, that's not your fault. I mean, why should you suffer? And, as far as you and me are concerned, it's just a physical thing. Right? Hell, who's to say it won't even help hold your marriage together, if I come over once in a while?"

"… I don't know…"

This was no time for words. I know enough about broads to understand that the best argument comes from the hands and between the legs, not the mouth. Unless it's kissing, of course. More women have been won over by a hand on a tit and six inches of cock than by all the speeches put together.

I put my hands on her shoulders and forced her down on her back. I stretched out beside her and, with my hand gently and firmly rubbing her tits, I began licking her ear, breathing into it and darting my tongue around.

"No, don't. Pete, please…" She didn't make much of an effort to stop me, though. I continued to lick her ear and brought my hand down to her bush. At the first touch of my finger on her closed lips, she squirmed restlessly and twisted her head away.

"Pete, I beg you…" There was a funny look on her face, a combination of pain and desire. Her legs were clamped tightly together.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered. "I just want to make you happy."

She let out a whimper. My finger slowly burrowed between her clamped pussy lips and suddenly, like magic, her legs slowly parted. I felt her clit, small and not so wet, begin to grow hard. She was still pleading with me to stop, but her voice told me I was winning the battle.

"I love your nipples," I whispered, as I brought my mouth down on one. "They're so big and red," I said, between wet sucks.

"Pete, please… ohhh…"

But she didn't push me away. I cupped her breast under the nipple, pushing it up and causing the nipple to swell and grow even plumper. I brought my mouth down over it, nibbling with my teeth and sucking. As I did, my finger continued to work the length of her budding clit. The first hints of moisture were on it. I slid my finger down into her cunt hole and it came up dripping. I did this over and over, taking her pussy juice and wetting her clit with it.

"Pete…"

I was wearing her down fast. I started kissing all around and between her tits as I played with her nipples and stroked her pussy. I lapped the sweet, salty layer from her warm chest skin and ran my tongue up and down her ribs and back up her tits again. Slowly but surely, I was working my way down.

"Pete, stop… ahhhh…"

I flicked the tip of her clit and grabbed up a hunk of warm nipple in my teeth. "I'm gonna make you cum like you've never cum before," I said. I brought my tongue down to her stomach in a long, wet sweep of her white, trembling torso.

"It feels so good," she sighed. She was now completely open to my desires. Her body lay stretched out, arms up over her head, legs spread and moving up and down rhythmically. I brought my mouth down on her belly button and shoved my tongue in, twisting it around. I brought both hands up and put one on each tit, gently pulling at the swollen, warm nipples.

"I love your tongue on me," she moaned. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her lips.

I slowly kissed and licked my way down below her firm stomach to the upper fringe of her red pussy-bush. From where my eyes were, it looked like some wild jungle. This was what I had been waiting for. Already, the smell from that tangy cunt was wafting up to my nostrils.

"What – what are you doing?" Her body stiffened somewhat and she stopped the slow, steady rhythm of her loins on the sheet.