Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

Angel bounced to her feet with the grace and enthusiasm of a much younger woman, her pert little boobs wobbling. She marched over to the bed and lay down and opened her legs, revealing a luscious red slit with a dainty fringe of light brown curls. Tad stood there gawking at her.

"Well, come on, darling," Angel said. "Fuck me."

"Yes, MA'AM," Tad said, breaking into a broad grin.

He rushed over to the bed and scrambled between Angel's widely parted legs. Linda watched him fit the huge red head of his dick between Angel's plump pink cunt lips, and she suppressed a sigh of envy. Just watching those two get it on had made her powerfully horny. Later in the evening she'd have to do something about that.

"Oh, wow," Tad sighed as he worked his thick cock all the way into Angel's eagerly offered cunt.

"Darling," Angel sighed, "how nice. You 'it really well hung, you know?"

"Thanks, ma'am," Tad said with a grin.

He began to ball her slowly, deeply, his face twisted in a lusty grimace. He took his time, delectating over the fierce heat and juicy slickness of her cunt. Linda squirmed with horny envy. She really could have used a good screwing just then, especially from a young stallion like Tad.

But Angel was impatient with his performance. She writhed beneath him and moaned, "Do it to me faster, dammit. Easter and harder."

Tad quickly obeyed. His taut ass writhed and jerked as he began to pump his stiff cock faster and harder in her red-hot box. Angel moaned blissfully and let her legs fall even wider open. Tad's flashing cock was soon wet with her steamy cunt-cream.

"Deeper," Angel groaned. "Get into me deeper."

Tad gave a violent heave that almost ground Angel into the bed. Linda and her friends could hear the bedsprings squealing and groaning even in the next room. For a moment Linda was afraid Angel had been hurt, but the actress broke into a lusty grin as Tad thrust his cock savagely against her womb.

"That's it," Angel panted, "do it to me really hard. Don't be afraid of hurting me, I want it that way. Hurt me, you gorgeous bastard, RAPE ME!"

Tad did his best to obey, slamming his big body up and down on Angel's slender body, ramming his cock furiously in her small box. Angel groaned ecstatically and flung her legs up around his heaving back, allowing him to force his thick meat even deeper into her.

"Oh, God, YES!" Angel wailed. "Yes, you big brute, you animal, DO IT TO ME!"

Linda didn't know how Angel's cunt could stand the almost vicious pounding of Tad's big hard cock. The bedsprings groaned steadily as he balled her, and his belly met hers in loud smacks. Angel panted and gasped, for the breath was knocked out of her each time Tad rammed his dick into her. But she obviously loved even second of it.

"Yes, oh, Christ, yes," Angel whined. "Ball me silly, darling, fuck me till I can't walk."

Now there was a kind of desperation in her voice, a note Linda recognized from the jaded men she'd fucked. Like them, Angel had seen too much and done too much, and it took more than ordinary love-making to satisfy her. She was no longer content with a gentle, affectionate fuck. She had to be raped within an inch of her life before she could get off.

My God, Linda thought, I could be like that.

It was frighteningly true. Linda had balled a lot of men in her climb to the top. She'd done everything there was to do in bed, and it took a very unusual man to amuse her any more. It was quite possible that she'd soon become like Angel, mistaking pain for pleasure, requiring sheer brutality to arouse her jaded senses.

But Linda quickly dismissed the ugly thought and went back to watching the actress and her stud. Tad's powerful body gleamed with sweat now as he exerted himself to meet Angel's hoarse demands. He gasped loudly each time he drove his cock deep and hard into her gushing little cunt.

"More, more, Angel gasped, "get into me more. I want more of your cock."

In desperation she threw her legs up around his neck, opening herself as completely as possible to the cruel thrusts of his prick. Linda winced, knowing how painful it must be for Angel to have her womb butted with his hard cock-head. But for Angel, pain was pleasure. She groaned in ecstasy and started to come.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Angel wailed. "Thank God, YES! At last.

Ahhhhhh!"

Tad looked relieved. He rammed her a few more times, and then his eyes rolled upward and he moaned as he shot his load. He'd hardly finished before Angel was impatiently wriggling out from under him.

"What was the name of your friend?" she said. "The one with the beard."

"Oh, Andy?" Tad panted, still trying to catch his breath. "Hey, I'm kinda pissed off at him tonight. He was trying to make it with you, but I beat him out."

"Well, I want to make it with him," Angel said, fluffing out her auburn hair, "so go find him and send him in here."

Tad gawked at her. "You gotta be kidding," he said. "We just balled. Aren't you tired?"

"My dear," Angel sighed, "you're no trooper. But never mind-just send your buddy in here."

Tad dressed and went off shaking his head. In less than a minute Angel was happily fucking his best friend, Andy. Linda hurried over and turned off the intercom.

"My God," she said, "how can she go on like that? I'd get sore."

"Darling," one of the women remarked, "haven't you heard? Angel had her box lined with steel. She can go on forever."

"I can almost believe that," Linda laughed.

Some of the people in the master bedroom were starting to take their clothes off. Aroused by watching Angel and Tad make love, they were ready for a little orgy of their own. Soon three women and two men were romping naked on the bed, everyone feeling up everyone else.

Linda considered joining them but decided against it. She'd thrown many parties for the jet set and had engaged in many such group fucks and the novelty of it was gone for her. Tonight, horny as she was, she intended to hold out for something new and different-if there was such a thing.

Linda quietly went out of the room, leaving her friends to their group romp on the king-sized bed. As she walked down the hall she found a prominent newspaper reporter sitting against the wall, snoring drunkenly, his fly open to reveal his pale shriveled cock. Linda paid little attention. The guy was famous for it.

It was his habit to get drunk, watch the other guests make out, and then jack off by himself and fall asleep. As rumor had it, at one party he'd been passed out in that position so long that the hostess was able to paint his portrait. But nobody teased him about it. Too many kinky things went on at such parties to make the reporter's antics at all unusual.

Linda stepped around the snoring reporter and entered the living room where the party was still in full swing. Many people were laughing, chatting, or dancing, but a few were getting it on right on the rug. That wasn't unusual, either-they just hadn't been able to find an empty bedroom.

Linda stepped over one furiously humping couple and reached the bar, where a stone-faced waiter made her a fresh drink. While she waited for her drink, Linda tried to imagine herself as she was four years ago, a naive virgin just out of college and full of ideals. That girl would have died of shock if she'd seen this party, but the Linda of today thought nothing of it.

Linda took her drink and wandered around the huge living room looking for amusement. She was greeted by Jess Long, a television producer she'd only recently met. His eyes swept hungrily over Linda's statuesque body.

"Miss Tomson," Jess Long said, "let me congratulate you on the success of your party."

"Thank you," she said, smiling, "but please call me Linda. Everyone does."

"Very well, Linda," Jess said. "I'd like you to meet two of my associates, Dave and Marty."