Janet McCoy: The wife_s new pet

Greg had always enjoyed making out with women who were professionals rather than fooling around with dates and seductions and all the rest of the shit. He appreciated a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And if she needed the money to keep her going, Greg was glad to oblige. Not all the women he called professionals actually asked for money. Some liked to give it away, wherever they could. They were all "whores" to Greg's mind. But, to Greg, a "whore" was the best thing a woman could be.

"Suck it, whore! Oh yeah, baby! You're good! Real good!"

Reveling in the praise, and in the depraved abandon of sucking slavishly on the big man's cock, Wanda gave her task everything she had. She stabbed her tongue tauntingly along the length of Greg's organ. She nibbled the firm flesh with titillating little manipulations of her lips, until his hands gripped her hair tighter and his groans grew louder and more excited. While she held his cock at the base with one hand, to guide it surely into her mouth, she groped under her skirt with the other. Her cunt was throbbing hotly, crying for attention. No longer could she resist the temptation to stroke the engorged bud of her clitoris.

The young prospector felt a new surge in his cock as he realized the redhead had begun to play with herself under her skirt. He saw the look on her face change from one of vicarious passion to a lusty glow of delirious excitement. The thought that sucking his cock had driven her to such wanton heights made Greg grab her hair more harshly. He forced her mouth back and forth, back and forth along his cock until at last his prick had reached a fine pitch of arousal.

Roughly he pushed her mouth away from his throbbing member. He pulled her to her feet and led her to the couch. He leaned her over the back of it, so her ass was squirming high in the air. With trembling hands, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and admired the fine firm swells of her naked white buttocks. Then he guided his hard cock in between her flaring ass-cheeks. Like a homing device, his prick found the yielding hole to her pussy. He shoved deep inside, feeling himself shudder as his cock was suddenly immersed in hot clinging cunt-flesh.

"Shit! That's good!"

The redhead's entire body convulsed with passion as Greg's big cock invaded the hungry confines of her pussy. At once, she began to hunch her ass back at him, urging him to screw her. He lost little time in obliging. His cock began to saw rhythmically in and out, spreading her cunt-walls wide on each ruthless instroke. It gleamed with a tantalizing sheen of pussy-juice on the outstroke. The sight made Greg's balls hang a little lower.

"You've got a sweet twat, Wanda honey! Shit, it sure is greedy! It's grabbing at my prick like it ain't been fed in a month!"

"Oooooohh, baby! It hasn't… nothing this good, anyway. Your cock makes everything else seem like corned beef hash!"

"Wanda, baby… you sure know how to make a guy feel good! Mmmpphh! Uuuhh man!" His lust soared as he watched her ass being buffeted harshly forward by his long unyielding strokes. He loved the way she squirmed avidly back at him, as soon as she had recovered her equilibrium. Up inside her wet pussy, her cunt-muscles clutched his filling presence with glee. This was the way Greg liked it. Hot and heavy. Hungry. No holds barred.

The perverted thrill of her subservient position made Wanda climb one step higher toward orgasm. She loved being bent over and ruthlessly fucked this way. She loved the unstoppable power of the swollen cock splitting her pussy-walls wide, forcing its way up inside. With tireless energy, she wriggled back against the big man's loins, reveling in the tantalizing collision of bodies as his cock was sunk to the hilt in her craving hole. Each thrust made her feel a little bit better than the one before. Each thrust robbed her of a little more of what was left of her self-control. Soon she was nothing more than a mewling, wailing hysteric, just a cock-stroke away from an overwhelming crisis.

One more hard powerful lunge and Greg watched the woman before him dissolve into a shuddering being no longer capable of conscious thought or movement. He realized she was cumming, more powerfully than he had ever seen a woman cum before. Ump as a rag doll, she collapsed into a heap over the back of the couch, whimpering out the last of her orgasm.

Only a few more urgent strokes lay between Greg and his own release. The thought of the pleasure he had brought the woman opened him up. He felt the tide of his cum-juices build to a crescendo, then spill over into her hot hole. "Uh baby! It feels good to cum in you!"

Now that they had enjoyed their orgasms, the large amount of alcohol they had drunk began to take its toll. Somehow, they managed to scramble over to the bed, where they slept soundly until the first light of dawn. Wanda was awakened by the insistent prod of Greg's cock against her buttocks. She squealed with delight and squirmed her cunt down onto his filling prick. They fucked until the sun was out.

"Oh baby, that was good!" It was an effort for Wanda to struggle out of bed and retrieve her cigarettes from her purse. "Want one?"

"Sure do."

They smoked lazily, gathering strength to deal with the bright new day. "How's that claim of yours coming, Greg?"

"Fair. I've got an old buddy of mine coming out to work with me on it."

Her brown eyes flashed with interest. "He my type?"

"If you mean does he like screwing the answer is yes. But there's a complication. He's got a brand-new wife, scarcely dry behind the ears. Eighteen years old."

"You sound bitter."

"Hate to see a good man fall is all."

"Well, who knows, maybe he'll be in need of some alternative company from time to time. What do you think?"

"If he is, I'll give him your name, Wanda. Hell, you'll probably meet him. We'll be in here drinking on Saturday nights, like always. Hank's the only guy I ever knew could keep up with me."

"Maybe being married has changed him."

"Well, if it has, I think it won't take any time at all to unchange him. No woman could come between what me and Hank have together."

"You guys are beginning to sound like a couple of fags."

"You looking for a good clout in the jaw, Wanda?" he asked lazily, putting out his cigarette.

"Not exactly. But I'm not above a little hard stuff, if that's what turns you on." Within moments they were wrestling furiously on the bed. Greg had one last thought for his buddy. He sure hoped that that wife of Hank's wasn't going to turn out to be some kind of prude, trying to interfere with good men's work and fun. Cause there was no way Greg was going to put up with that. He wasn't going to let any woman make life miserable for his good friend, Hank.

Greg didn't leave until well past noon. Wanda still lay naked on her bed, smoking, when there came a knock on the door. She slipped on a bright-red kimono and opened the door to a bearded older man in faded, baggy jeans, a German Shepherd at his side.

"Jim! How you doing? I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks. I thought I'd lost you!" The redhead stepped aside to let the strange pair enter her room. She locked the door carefully after them.

The man leered at her ripe tits that were popping right out of her carelessly tied robe. "Would you have missed me, baby, if I had never come back?" He had a rasping voice that made him sound older than he looked. He looked sixty. He sounded seventy-five.

"Sure would have… you and that handsome big beast of yours!"

Jim giggled suggestively. "Not to mention those nice big gold nuggets I pan out for you. Don't think I don't know you get more from them than you do from any of your other customers!"

Wanda went over to the bedside table and impatiently lit a cigarette. "You're more than generous, Jim. Don't think I don't appreciate it. It's hard for a girl to get by out here in the boonies."