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"Mmmmm," she purred. "I do taste good…"

Mavis was half mad with passion by this time.

She began clawing at her cunt with one hand, but still held the dildo by the roots in the other.

"Oh, it must be wonderful to be a man and have a big prick," she groaned. "Ohbh, I wish I really had a cock so you could suck it for me!"

The woman stopped rubbing her pussy and concentrated on her fantasy of getting a blow job, pretending that the hard rubber dick was truly part of her flesh. She grabbed Jewell by the hair and began sliding the young girl's head back and forth on the big cock, obviously having been on the receiving end of such treatment many times and knowing just how a frantic man reacted to such an occasion. Her belly flashed back and forth as she fed the dick into Jewell's head.

So great was the power of Mavis' imagination that, untouched and neglected, her cunt began to cream. The dark lips unfurled and streams of thick pussy juice ran down her taut thighs and dripped from her cunt, splashing onto Jewell's stiff-tipped tits.

Inspired by feeling the woman's creamy juice coating her flesh, Jewell went suck-crazy on the black dildo, jamming her head forward so hard that she gagged. Her throat was stuffed and, her imagination every bit the equal of Mavis' her cunt began to fill with cream again.

Together, linked by the rubber cock, the two sex-mad girls trembled through a mutual climax. Again Jewell fell back, exhausted.

Mavis dropped beside her the dildo, immune to the effects of orgasm, remained firm, upright and ready for more. Mavis, looking very happy, dipped a finger in Jewell's cunt and brought it to her lips, licking the cunt-honey casually.

"God, cocksucking is fun," Jewell gurgled. "Even with a rubber dick!"

"Getting a rubber dick sucked is fun, too," Mavis said, swiping up another two fingers of cunt juice and sucking her fingers.

"Now, about that other thing," Jewell said. "What other thing?" Mavis replied, concentrating on dipping the juice from her cunt and licking it from her fingers.

"Five hundred dollars," Jewell said.

"Jesus, honey, five hundred dollars? That's ten tricks!"

"Only a night's work for you, Mavis. I need it badly… I really do."

"You'll sign an I.O.U.? Pay me back?"

"You know I will," Jewell lied. "Now do you want me to suck your pussy?"

"You're damn right I do," Mavis replied, lifting her wet cunt toward Jewell's parted lips and darting tongue.

"Good. Right after you write a check."

Ken Jones was mixing a martini. His hands were shaking. He couldn't believe the last four days, the change that had taken place in his wife. Pam wanted to fuck him every night, the second he got in the door.

And the fucking! It was all new, all different. She sucked his cock. And she begged him with words she had never used before.

He was loving it, of course, but it was wearing him down. It was hard to fuck your wife every night when you were also fucking your girl friend every morning and your secretary every noon.

Something had to give.

Now, tonight, she had grabbed his pants during the T.V. news. She begged him to whip out his dick and fuck her head with it. He'd come four times already that day, but his wife was so fucking sexy that he had gotten another hard-on.

He didn't dare fuck again. Ken was afraid that his dick might fall off.

His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was aware that his prick was granite-hard in his pants, that it was seeping hot droplets of cum. But he had to compose himself, find a way to calm Pam down.

Her voice whispered huskily behind him. "Ken, lover?"

He turned, gathering his courage to say no. But when he saw her, the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets.

She stood before him completely nude.

She had unhooked her halter and stepped out of her brief shorts. The articles of clothing made a puddle of color on the bare floor at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back her hands knuckled provocatively on her bronzed hips.

She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, hair-lined lips of her pussy were presented to his eyes, waiting for a huge, plunging dick to stab into her. The black triangular bush of her pubic triangle glistened in the light. Her high, perfectly round tits jutted out like twin mountain peaks, waiting to be sucked. Her legs, so long and slender, were moist with the flowing juices of her cuntal mouth.

"Well, lover?" she cooed. "Do you like what you see?"

"Pam, honey," he choked, "what's gotten into you lately?"

"It's what hasn't gotten into me enough, Ken darling… your cock."

"But, Jesus, you've changed! Used to be, you'd…"

"Forget used to be, Ken. This is now. This is my cunt, crying for your cock!"

Ken couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her completely wanton pose. His cock began its maddening pulsations again in his pants.

Slowly, slowly, Pam lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down along her sides from the outer swells of her tits to her cunt. Then she cupped her tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him. Then her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until her nails were just touching the fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment.

"Don't you want to fuck me, darling? Don't you want to fuck your beautiful wife?"

"Yes… but…"

Her hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her pubic hair, toward the glistening pink slit between her legs.

When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the glistening lips and spread them apart, revealing the trembling bud of her erect clit. With her right forefinger she traced down, until the tip came in contact with it. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her cunt juice trailing down her thighs. And while she stroked her clit, rubbing her finger along the gaping slit, she began to talk to him again.

"I want to fuck you, Ken darling. I want to fuck you like we've never fucked before, I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me. I want you to do the same to me. And afterward, I want to suck your big cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your asshole. I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my clit, I want…"

"Jesus Christ, honey, stop!"

"What's the matter, darling?"

"Pam, of course I want to fuck you," he lied. "But I'm tired – beat."

"Then, what I think we both need is a vacation. Just the two of us, away from it all. A cruise, for instance."

A cruise, Ken thought, just the two of them. No girl friend. No secretary. Just one cunt he had to fuck.

"I think that's a good idea, honey," he sighed.

"Good. I've already got the tickets."

The ship was a jumble of confusion. People were everywhere. For every person leaving, there were three others bon-voyaging them with champagne.

Jewell mounted the gangplank with wide eyes and high hopes. She would enjoy the cruise. She would island-hop and, hopefully, she would bed-hop.

To Jewell's joy there were men everywhere. She needed men, needed to meet them, love them, dump them. It was true that usually she didn't stay with them long enough to really get to know them. If they were lucky she fucked them. That was the way she knew most of the men in her life – through their cocks. It was a somewhat elemental approach, a little callous, but she didn't care.