Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

"Always my luck," she murmured, offering me a seat on the divan next to her.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Always my luck. D'you know I've known only two men in my life, physically that is. First there's my ex-husband, Cy. He has a long, skinny prick, and thin as I am, I needed something fatter than he had to offer. We had a lot of arguments over sex, and finally I divorced him. Then I met Kal. He has a short, skinny prick. Kal's prick isn't quite as skinny as Cy's, but it's almost half as long. Now Kal's cheating on me, even before we're married. Always my luck. God! I wish I could find someone with a nice fat cock."

"They aren't the only two men in the world," I pointed out.

"That's true," she nodded, smiling at me. "You're also in the world, Mr. Fokker. Tell me, do you have a skinny prick?"

"Look, Mrs. Roberts…"

"Raquel, Mr. Fokker, Raquel. You see, I'm tired of being the faithful wife and future wife, especially when I apparently am no longer going to be someone's future wife. Though to be honest, I'd like more proof than your word about Kal."

"I can give you the proof."

"Suppose I said give me the proof right now?"

"Would you care to take a short ride with me?"

"You're serious, aren't you. Well hell, I will take that ride with you, but not right now. Right now I want to get fucked. I want to get fucked with a nice thick, juicy cock. Will you fuck me?"

"It'd be my pleasure," I assured her. "You sure you want to get laid by me?"

"Hell, yes. You're tall, sexy, and I'll bet you have a thick cock."

Before I could reply, Raquel Roberts had knelt before me, zipped open my fly, put her hand in, and had come out with my semi-erect organ.

"Oh yes," she nodded. "That's precisely what I want." And she began rubbing it hard with both hands.

I opened her negligee and let it fall from her shoulders. She took her hands off my cock and let the transparent garment fall to the floor. Now I had an even better look at her skinny torso. Like I said before, she had tits. They were small but full, and stood out very nicely. Her tiny, brown areolas looked like small haloes for her dark, enlarging nipples. They were thin, but long. I stood up long enough to shuck my clothing, staring at the way her skin glistened in the lamplight. Then I sat next to her on the couch and gathered her skinny torso up in my arms, kissing her long, thin lips. She squirmed as my tongue forced its way between her marble-like teeth, pressing her thin frame against mine. She especially made sure to rub her scrubby bush against my now-upstanding schvance.

"How d'you want it?" I asked, stabbing her tongue with mine, nipping her lips with my teeth.

"A little of everything," she muttered. "Oh Christ! It's good to be with a man who's willing to do something. Kal doesn't like oral sex. Oh it's all right if I blow him, but he won't go down on me."

So I kissed her skinny throat, then licked my way down her shivering torso to her round tits. I bit each one in turn, sucking them into my mouth, letting my hungry tongue tantalize her nipples again and again. I lapped my way across her flat stomach, stopping only to ream out her navel, feeling her gasp loudly. Then I moved further down her trembling tummy to the small pubic region above her hairy cunt. I teased her thighs with my tongue, licking one and then the other, letting the point circle around the now-leaking honeypot without making a direct thrust into her. She moaned and sighed, turning and twisting, winding her fingers in my hair. Finally I aimed dead center, plunging my oral arrow straight into her inviting musky temple. My tongue pushed past the labial doors, licking the inside of each in turn, and suddenly she climaxed, then and there, spurting colorless delicious come juice all over my face.

"Oh Jesus!" she squealed. "What a fucking tongue you have. Not even Cy could lap this good. Oh are you a great pussy eater."

I stood up after awhile and let her grip my legs, her head resting against my firm fuckstick. She kissed it, then murmured, "Let me fuck you. Please, let me fuck you. Cy and Kal are both sexists. They think it's unmanly for the woman to be on top. Let me sit on your cock. Please, oh please."

"Sure thing," I nodded, and walked over to an armless overstuffed chair she had directly opposite the TV set. I sat and let my hot cock spring straight up, almost like a cobra popping out of a basket.

Raquel smiled down at my upstanding prick, anticipating the welcome feeling of it inside her watery box. Her hand reached out and touched it again, and she murmured, "It's real. It's really real. It's thick and solid, and not a stick of graphite coming out of an automatic pencil."

"It's real," I assured her. "And believe me, before this next period of time is over, you'll know it's real."

She spread her legs very wide, walking bowlegged over to me and hovering above my waiting dick. Her slick, eagerly waiting heated canal poised itself on the rounded knob of my stretched pecker, and then she tried sitting down.

"God!" she yelled, and almost stood up again.

The point of my throbbing cock was poking into the entrance between her slavering labia, but she wasn't used to a fat cock. She let herself sink a little, and a third of my itching glans parted the leaflike petals of her feminine portal. She muffled another scream, biting her lower lip as she sank just a little more. Now half my leaking cockhead was poking its way into her dark, womanly tunnel, stretching the narrow confines. For Raquel it was as if she were being devirginized all over again. She sobbed quietly, then took a little more pressure off her legs, sinking down until two thirds of the head of my fiery prick was enfolded into her aching cunthole.

"Help me," she muttered. "Help me. I'm afraid. I know it'll feel good once it's in there, but I'm afraid to push myself down any more."

Reaching up, I put my hands on both her shoulders, and pressed.

WHAM! Down she went, the rest of the way, feeling my knifelike penis slice through the walls of her weeping pussy. She opened her mouth to scream again, and I tugged her toward me, planting my lips on hers, swallowing her agonized yell into my throat.

I could feel the tight, squirmy walls of her stretched nookie squashing my cock as heavy sobs passed from her throat to mine. She gripped me in a wild fury, tearing at my back with her long, sharp nails, raking bloodlines in crisscrossed patterns.

Little by little she began to calm down. After a while she stopped crying, and finally she loosened her mouth from mine. Then she sat back, holding both my hands in hers, and she bounced.

"Oooooh," she giggled, "it does feel good. It feels really good. Can you open my ass the way you did my cunt?"

"If you wish," I nodded. And she told me she wished.

My hot cock, like a burning spear, was a direct line of searing fire in her stretched cunt. Bolt after bolt of erotic feeling blasted its way through Raquel's body as she leaned back, her eyes glazed and her mouth wide open. I could see the way her dry tongue hung slackly from her yawning mouth as if reaching out to be made wet. In all her years this skinny broad had never been properly laid, and now she wanted a prick in every hole. She wanted the saliva to flow freely from her mouth while the pussy oils in her tight cunt spilled out of her. And she wanted the slick feel of my own seminal fluids greasing the even tighter channel of her skinny ass.

I shifted a little, raising the almost-weightless Raquel from my lap. My swollen dick left her grasping chasm with the greatest reluctance, popping its objections loudly as it emerged.

Raquel moved forward a bit, holding her breath, anticipating and holding herself ready for what would happen next. I held my knife-like cock straight up, pointing it at her expectant asshole, then had her slowly lower herself until I could feel my hot cock rubbing against her convex derriere, my dripping glans nosing its way into her narrow crack. I tried opening the star-like entrance of her anus with my burgeoning peckerhead, but the sphincter was still too tight, and as I pushed her down, my poking prong slid along her ass crack as if it had a mind of its own and headed straight back to the gooey cunt it had just left. Like a train on a direct path, it snaked through the crevice, brushing aside the hairs in the lower part of her nookie bush, and proceeded to indent its way back into her tight, foaming quim. Raquel shuddered again as my solid fuckpole began ripping its way back into her hungry cunt. Now, more than before, her gripping pussy clung strongly to my working wang. She let herself slide down more and more until she was filled with cock. She moved in a circular way, settling comfortably on my lap as my pecker soaked in her womanly liquid. My thick prickstem vibrated and shook within the channel of her inner cunt recesses as she moved back and forth on it, massaging it again and again, imparting shooting electric thrills to it. I could feel her nest muscles tighten over and over again, squeezing my prong as if expecting to make it as thin as Cy Roberts'.