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Opis ebooka Orgy Wife - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Orgy Wife

CHAPTER ONEI was in such a damned rut. I knew it was all because of the housing project, the lousy housing project, where the sun shines last.The project has the only buildings in the whole damn city this tall. Ten stories. Nobody else is stacked like light bulbs into these boxes we live in; but we're poor, so it's all right with the people who run things.The first thing I always do in the morning is take out the garbage. If I don't, the roaches take over our four dinky rooms. Of course today the trash was mostly empty beer cans because yesterday had been Sunday, and Eddie had been home all day. Football. He sat in front of that damn television set all day long watching football, swilling down can after can of beer.Eddie's getting fat. He's getting this big belly. You'd think a guy who's a garbage man would get plenty of exercise and would be able to keep his weight down. But not Eddie. Since he was promoted to driving the truck, he's managed to grow a spare tire around his middle and a cluster of hemorrhoids.Living here takes it all out of me. They get up by themselves, pour their own bowls of cereal for breakfast, and go off to school by themselves.It's not just me. Everybody's kids are like that in the projects. That's just the kind of place it is. Like I said, it takes it out of you.I finished stuffing the beer cans and other garbage into the trash cans and started walking slowly back across the brown grass towards the building in which I live. But I didn't feel like going back inside. It was warm outside, but the apartment still hadn't warmed up from the fall night. Anyway, it was depressing inside. The kids would do anything to stay outside, and right now I sort of felt the same way.I walked over and sat down on some steps. The first thing I noticed was how hard and cold the cement felt against my ass. I remembered that I wasn't wearing anything under my robe, and that there was only some cheap, worn-out corduroy between my skin and the step. I could feel goose bumps rising instantly on my thighs from sitting there, and a tightening in my crotch from the shock of the cold cement.Sitting there, feeling the clenching in my loins, I became aware of what was between my legs. The awareness of my cunt-immediately set me to thinking about one of my other dissatisfactions in life. Here I was 27 years old, supposedly in the prime of my life, and I might as well have been 87. My pussy seemed as useless these days as if it belonged to an old woman in a nursing home.The fact of the matter was that I wasn't getting any cock. And believe me I wanted it. Eddie was only interested in two things when he got home from work: drinking and sleeping, in that order. Nothing ever happened in the bedroom. He just snored and farted the way he does, while I lie beside him wishing desperately that someone would fuck me.Oh, well, I thought, I can't spend all day sitting out here on the steps in my bathrobe daydreaming. I got up and started listlessly back into the building, drearily anticipating another boring day.We live on the ninth floor, so I headed for the elevator, hoping it wouldn't go on the blink as it periodically does.When I got inside and the door eased closed, the first thing I noticed was a glistening, crumpled object thrown in the corner. I leaned over to see what it was, and as I reached out to touch it, a shock of recognition went through me.It was a rubber. Used of course. It was stuck in a congealed glob of sperm. Somebody had been fucking in the elevator.I suppose I should have been disgusted. But I wasn't. The idea of two people fucking in the elevator excited me. Why not? There was nothing else to do in this place. I wished somebody would fuck me in the elevator. Or anyplace, if the truth were known, although I wasn't out and out admitting it to myself at the moment.I don't know what came over me. Actually, I guess I do in retrospect, but at the time I suppose I was still trying to kid myself. Anyway, I reached over and actually picked up the used rubber. As I did, a moist glob of sperm slid out of it like spit.I looked at the rubber and worked it squishily against my skin. In my mind I imagined it filled, standing straight out with a throbbing prick in it.My mind saw the imaginary cock inside a spread pussy and pumping in and out. There were no bodies or faces attached to the organs I visualized, just cock and cunt fucking in my head. My mind's eye somehow went inside of the cunt and I could see the pink walls clenching the thrusting prick until the head of it swelled and it spewed forth globs of rich, sticky jizz until the reservoir of the rubber was filled and bulging with the milky discharge.Back to reality I looked at the still damp rubber I had found on the elevator floor and held it to my nose and sniffed it. The sweet smell of sex was still on it.I'm sure that if I had stopped to think about what I did next, I would have recoiled in shame. But I was too hot to think. Instead, I unbuttoned the front of my robe so that it fell apart and my tits and my pussy were visible. I looked down at my body and imagined it laid out with the thighs spread, inviting somebody, anybody, to fuck me.Without realizing what I was doing, I took the moist rubber and pressed it to my crotch, rubbing it against the now drooling lips of my pussy while I used the other hand to caress my tits, massaging my erect nipples.As I felt myself up, I looked around the walls of the elevator. Graffiti was all over them, and almost all of it was obscene. I loved it. It turned me on even more."If you can't fuck it, suck it.""If you want your cock sucked, call Gloria. 253-1158.""If you want a ten-inch cock up your ass, be here at 1:00 this Friday."There were drawings of people fucking and eating each other out. They were crude and childish, except for one. I moved closer to it and studied it as I continued to work on my throbbing tits and cunt, a finger all the way up my pussy by now. It was a drawing of a couple fucking. It was just like what I had imagined a few moments ago-no faces or bodies, just genitals doing what they're supposed to do.It had been drawn in such detail you could see the seam going down the middle of the cock, standing out as the shaft disappeared and was swallowed by the clutching, hairy cunt. Moisture oozed over the tight lips of the pussy and bathed the prick. The balls were tight and hairy.With one hand still pressing the soggy rubber against my drenched pussy as I finger-fucked myself, I reached from my tits with the other hand and touched the drawing as though it were two real people. I could almost feel the pulsing warmth of what the picture represented, and had it in my head that the one thing in the world I would like to do right now was pull that prick out of the cunt and wrap my lips around it so it would come in my mouth and I could swallow the onslaught of hot, sticky sperm.Suddenly a bell rang and I was back to reality. The elevator was signaling it was the ninth floor. The door opened onto the hall and there I was feeling myself up and finger-fucking myself. What if someone had been there waiting for the elevator? Who cares, I was only interested in one thing now, and that was getting myself off. If there was no one around to stick it in me, I'd fuck myself.Not bothering to close my robe, I dashed from the elevator to my apartment and let myself in, being so frantic to feel my pussy explode that I didn't even bother to close the door behind me as I ran into the bedroom.I threw the robe off me and then went over to the bed and started pulling it towards the dresser. There was a mirror on the bureau and I wanted to see myself in it. If nobody else was going to enjoy the sight of my slobbering cunt, engorged with blood, frothing to come, then I was.When I got the bed in place, I lay down, propping my hips up on a pillow so I could see everything as I spread my legs as wide as they would go.It had been a long time since I had stopped to appreciate myself. At 27 I was still in my youth, and my body was hard and sexy. As I looked into the mirror through the valley of my parted legs, I saw in its full glory the totality of my pussy, and the sight of my pulsing cunt in its prime accelerated my hotness until I was panting.A married woman almost never stops to look at her cunt. She just takes it for granted that it's there for the benefit of her husband, and lets him stick his cock inside it when he feels like it, while she tries to forget that it is there between her legs waiting to be fucked, the rest of the time.Now, as I gazed at it in its full bloom, I realized that my cunt was beautiful. It was framed by dark curly hair that was both soft and vital at the same time. But the hair, profuse as it was, didn't obscure a thing, just highlighting the virtues of my pussy.Starting near my asshole, a slit, with glistening lips, curved upward towards the lower part of my belly. I looked at my pussy-lips and touched them with wonder, feeling them pulse under my fingers. I knew that in some women the pussy-lips were thin, and the cunt looked like a cut in swollen flesh. But my pussy-lips were thick and fleshy, and when cunt juice spilled from inside of me, as it did now, they looked like they were drooling the way a baby's mouth does.I pulled the outer lips of my cunt open. The inside of my pussy was smooth and meaty, almost pulpy. It looked like the inside of a mouth. At the top of the mouth of my cunt was a little button of pink flesh. My clit. It was small, but noticeably stiff and sticking out, protruding from the top of my frothing slit like a miniature prick. I was so horny that I wished it were a real cock growing out of me so I could feverishly grab ahold of it and stuff it into my cunt and fuck myself.I continued to examine and manipulate myself, feeling lewder by the moment. I pulled the lips of my pussy even further apart and peered into the reflection of their pared opening in the mirror.The soft red interior of my cunt sloped down and inward from the hole out of which I peed to a hole near the bottom of the slit. I shuddered as I worked my finger into my fucking canal, knowing that it could take anything from a pinkie-finger to a 26-ounce Seven-Up bottle, something I'd tried more than once when I was starting to grow up and experiment with my body.As I gazed hornily at myself it struck me how close my fuck-hole was to my bung. Shoving my finger farther up my cunt, I added another one up my asshole, and when I pinched them I could feel them touching through the thin, membranous partition.The inside of my cunt was always moist, but when I was turned on like I was now, it was like a swamp. The sound of the squishing inside my box was so loud that it almost drowned out the moans of ecstasy coming from my mouth.I guess the combination of my panting and the slurping of my pussy is what kept me from hearing the footsteps. It was easy for him to come into the apartment without being heard, because, after all, I had left the door open and he could just walk in. Anyway, I was very busy.I didn't notice him until up in the corner of the mirror I saw his face, the rest of the mirror being taken up by the image of my steaming cunt.Should I have been embarrassed? I don't know. How can you think of something like that when you're on the verge of coming, when all you've got on your mind is coming?It wasn't until he cleared his throat that it really hit me that someone was in the apartment with me. When it finally occurred to me, I closed my legs like a vise, capturing my still probing hand between my throbbing thighs. I used my free hand to cover myself with the sheet, and was grateful that I had been too lazy to make the bed yet.He had backed out of the bedroom by now and said from the living room, "Mrs. O'Brien, I'd like to talk to you if you, ahem, have the time.""Sure, sure," I said nervously. "Just give me a minute to get dressed."I reached over the edge of the bed and found my robe on the floor and put it on while I was still under the sheets, as if I were the most modest creature in the world. Here this strange man had just seen me getting myself off in front of the mirror, and now we were both going to pretend that nobody had seen or done anything.When I had my robe on and buttoned, I got out of bed and went into the living room. The man waiting there was middle-aged and not bad-looking in a square sort of way. He was dressed in a suit, something you never saw in the projects, with one exception."I'm Mr. Collins from the Housing Authority," he said.He didn't have to tell me where he was from. I'd figured it out the minute I'd seen he was wearing a suit."What can I do for you?" I said, trying to sound like I was in control enough of the situation that we could both put what he had seen in the bedroom behind us. At least at the moment that's what I thought I wanted."Well, frankly, Mrs. O'Brien, we've had a complaint against you. I want to give you a chance to explain the accusations against you, because, as you know, if we determine that a complaint is valid, it goes on your record as points against you. And if your record shows an excess of points against you, then I'm afraid you'll have to move."What a stiff, I thought. Maybe I didn't want him to behave as if nothing had happened, after all. I didn't expect him to chase me around the room, but I felt a little let down that he didn't seem at least a little steamed up from walking in on me and seeing all I had.What I actually said, though, was, "So what'd I do?" Then I walked over and sat down on the couch.He was still standing and said, "It's the refuse containers, Mrs. O'Brien. You've been putting beer cans in them," he said gravely as if he had just accused me of a class-A felony. N"Well, they're trash, aren't they?" I replied, I thought sensibly."Theoretically, yes, they are," he said. "However, as you should be aware, we do not allow them to be thrown in a loose, uncontained fashion into the project refuse containers.""I don't understand," I said, trying to avoid trouble."The Housing Authority feels that it gives the projects and the people who live in them a bad name if the refuse containers are filled with alcoholic beverage containers."My restraint wasn't going to hold out. "Why? Are you afraid the garbage men are going to talk behind our backs?" I blurted out. "Lemme tell you something, my old man's a garbage man himself, and I guarantee you he doesn't give a shit how much beer anybody drinks. Probably because nobody drinks more of it than he does. I mean, my God, where do you suppose those beer cans I'm putting in the trash cans are coming from? My kids aren't drinking them.""Now, Mrs. O'Brien, you'll have to watch your language, please,""Jesus Christ!""I'll pretend I didn't hear that.""If there's something wrong with your ears, then try this," I cried angrily as I stood up defiantly and thrust out my hand, flipping him the finger."Mrs. O'Brien, really," he huffed. "It's people like you who give the projects a bad name.""What gives the projects a bad name is that living here is like being in prison," I retorted, giving vent to feelings that had been stored up in me for some time."If that's the way you feel, then I'm sure we can arrange to have you and your family ... uh ... shall we say, released," Mr. Collins said as though he were the warden of the prison I was talking about."That'd be just peachy with me!" I screamed without thinking. "Do I get a new suit and a five-dollar bill?"Then, suddenly, it hit me. If he kicked us out, where would we go? Sure, if it were just me, on my own, I'd have been out of this dump a long time ago. But there were four of us, and two of them were children. Where would we find the money to move?"Ah ... look ... look, Mr. Collins," I stammered, sitting back down in a heap, not even bothering to make sure my robe concealed my upper thighs. "I guess I just got excited and said a lot of things I don't mean. I'm sorry. Give me a break, huh?""I don't know," he said sternly, like a priest you've just stunned with something really rotten at confession."We're just poor working people trying to get by," I tried to explain to him. "I mean, we're not perfect, but we're trying as hard as we can. My husband's got a job. I mean we're not on welfare or anything.""Then that's all the more reason you should keep a civil tongue in your head," he said, his voice dripping with superiority. "You should know better if you claim you're not riff-raff.""You know how it is," I lamely said, shrugging my shoulders."How would it be if everyone talked to Housing Authority officials the way you have?" he lectured me. "It would be chaos. Anarchy!""Look," I pleaded, "what can I do?"I held my hands out, begging him to go easy. And as I did so, I leaned forward, unintentionally causing the hem of my robe to ride up even more on my thighs.I wasn't aware of what was going on at first. But when I saw the expression on his face, and then took a quick glimpse down at how exposed I was, I realized that he was looking at my cunt.I looked up from my lap, but instead of returning my eyes to his reddening face, I looked straight ahead. At his fly. There was no question about it; it was bulging. His dick was hard under there, and I had made it that way.All of a sudden, the ugly conversation we had just had faded from my head. My mind skipped back to the wantonness I had been experiencing when he had come upon me in the bedroom. Only now it was abruptly even more intense than it had been when I was writhing on the bed because the last piece of the puzzle was available: a cock! A hot, throbbing cock that was obviously straining to get free of its restraints and plunge into something soft, warm, and hairy.And, believe me, at that moment the only thing I wanted in the world was that man's prick pounding like a jackhammer in and out of my steaming, lathering pussy."Listen," I cooed, "something tells me we can work this out so that we'll both be satisfied. Know what I mean?"I winked, and very obviously wiggled my hips so the bottom of the robe slid out from under me and bunched loosely around my waist. Just so nothing would be left to chance, I spread my legs and gave him a direct view of my open, sopping pussy. I could feel the lips pull apart with a wet smack as I pulled apart my thighs and gave him a full shot.He stood there dumbfounded like the village idiot or something. These Housing Authority clowns were really slow, I thought, and realized it was up to me to force the issue to the ultimate. By now he was too turned on to resist, but I was going to have to do all the work. Making sure he still had a perfect view of my throbbing pussy, I leaned forward and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants.It was working. His cock almost leaped out and tore the fabric. I could feel it straining to be grasped by something with sex written all over it.I lost no time in pulling down his zipper and reaching inside for his prick. It met my hand immediately. It didn't take much to get it out in the open, and when it was, his cock exceeded my wildest expectation. This guy may have been the biggest square in the world, but that sure didn't stop him from being hung with about the-biggest cock I'd ever seen. The head of it alone seemed to take up at least three inches. And it was solid pink meat. God only knew how much juicy hot sperm was stored up, waiting to fly, in his balls.Well, maybe God didn't know, but I was determined to find out. I pulled that prick completely out of his pants, balls and all-and they were the size of eggs-and began sucking on it for all I was worth. It was delicious.Collins was still standing there like a dummy when I wrapped my lips around his cock and pulled it all the way into my throat, but not for long. As hot as I was, I think I could have stuck a dead man's prick into my mouth and done what I was doing to Collins and the corpse would have responded.Collins began undulating his hips in the classic fucking reflex, sending his prick even deeper into my throat. The contractions of my esophagus and mouth must have felt like a super cunt to him. By the way he started moaning and groaning it was clear that my greedy, sucking mouth, my voracious tongue, and my nibbling teeth were the best things that had ever happened to his cock. And what a shame he had to wait until now, with the kind of tool he had.The head of his cock was ramming into my throat now like a pile driver. I knew for sure that I was going to have one hell of a sore throat tomorrow, but this was worth it. However, as succulent as the taste of his monster prick was in my sucking mouth, I had been starved for sex too long to pass up what I really wanted. And that was a brutal, hot fuck thrown in me. A cock pounding between my legs so that it wrung my pussy practically inside out.I removed his twitching rod from my mouth, moving my lips and tongue over the head of it with one last soggy caress.' I continued to rub its shaft with my hands while I positioned the lower part of my body so he would have no doubt as to what I wanted him to do to me next.I spread my legs so far apart I could feel a gush of molten cream escape out of the bottom of my cunt. The skin between my legs stretched so much that it stung, but I knew that my pussy would have to be like a tunnel to accommodate the giant prick vibrating in my hands.I reached up with my parted legs and hooked my ankles around his waist and pulled him down towards me. He was still mute, but now was overcome not by embarrassment but by lust. Why else would he have fallen forward so readily and buried his head in my tits after ripping open the top of my robe with his rough hands?I guided his prick into my boiling cunt and felt it slip into the gooey canal to its hilt, his massive balls pounding against the upturned cheeks of my ass.From the position in which we were fucking, with, my legs now locked over his shoulders and my back on the couch, I could look at my crotch and see everything. His huge, long prick made luscious slurping noises as it glided in and out of my lathering, clutching hole. My cunt throbbed in rhythm with his maddening strokes as I met his every thrust with one of my own, our pelvises grinding together, his pubic hair scratching sensuously against my screamingly erect clit.I had been waiting so long for something like this I couldn't contain my excitement. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I cried in passion. "Stick that big prick in me! All the way! More! MORE!"One thing about Mr. Collins, he did as he was told. I guess that came from his training working as a flunky for the Housing Authority: Do what you're told and don't make waves. Except that he was making waves. Big, rippling waves that pounded through my body, causing my steaming, twitching groin to collide repeatedly with his as we ground each other into a state of unparalleled, lustful frenzy.Then it happened. It started somewhere in the recesses of my cunt and then spread throughout the center of my body. It felt like I had been shot between the legs by a high-powered bullet and that I was going into convulsions. But the high-powered bullet was in reality a ten-inch cock that was reaming me out. Yes, I was coming!How long had it been? Weeks, maybe months, I guess. Because even when Eddie fucked me, nothing usually happened to me any more. He just climbed on top of me, grunted a few times, shot his wad, and rolled over and went to sleep; he probably didn't even remember it the next day. As for me, I wound up being more aware of his big belly on top of me than his cock inside of me.But this? My God! This guy's prick was up so high and hard and tight inside, of me that I could feel it ramming away at the end of my cunt, fighting to invade my womb and totally fill my body with its sheer, pulsating power. I could feel it going higher and higher into me as the wave spasms started taking over my body and the concentric rings of orgasm overtook me.Never had I been so grateful that a woman can come more than once without resting, that I was capable of coming repeatedly. Because that's what was happening now. It seemed as though all the orgasms I had missed out on over the past months were happening to me at once. But I knew, as great as each successive one was, the ultimate thrill was yet to happen.I could have come all day the way I was being fucked, but the crowning glory would only occur when I had all of his cock trapped inside of me and brought him to the ultimate, and that meant an onslaught of steaming, sticky sperm sloshing around in my cunt, coating my insides. Each orgasmic spasm was just a step to that pinnacle, and finally I could sense that we were on the verge of it.If possible, his enormous tool stiffened inside of my hole even more, distending my cunt with its swollen fury. The steel-hard shaft coursed with maddening friction between the slimy clenched lips of my cunt, pulling them in and then out, in and out. Then, as his dick hardened to the ultimate, he drove it into me like a golden spike and filled the room with a cry that sounded like a wounded animal.Instantly I could feel the thick discharge of jizz spurting up my twat. Never had I felt a load of cum that was so copious and hot. It seemed to be boiling. The sensation of all that molten sperm taking over the cavern of my pussy drove me wild, the muscles in my body becoming like taut springs as I wrapped my legs around him as though I were a professional wrestler.