A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.
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CHAPTER ONEWhen Peg Sawyer felt her cunt beginning to drip with joy, she threw her head back and gritted her teeth.Above her lithe, naked body, her stocky, well-hung husband was working like a Trojan. He had, in fact, been fucking his cute auburn-haired spouse for about twenty minutes now, and the small bed in their furnished apartment was creaking like the bones of an old mule."Coming, honey?" he whispered hoarsely, pumping his lean buttocks up and down over the luscious saddle of her loins.She made no answer, but he could feel the vaginal muscles of her slippery, tight pussy coiling around the base of his stiff prick. Her cunt felt like a warm, soapy fist to him, and that erotic stimulation was driving him out of his mind with lust.He was too hot and too homy to hold off his orgasm much longer. Every time Peg ran the tips of her fingernails up over his chest she touched the little tack-hard centers of his nipples and made him groan with pleasure."Screw me, darling!" she managed, her voice a passion-soaked cry of greed. "Make me come! MAKE ME!"He was doing his damnedest, he thought, but he wasn't a sex machine. A few more deep, womb-touching strokes and his big prick was going to fill her cunt to the brim with boiling sperm.He closed his eyes and thought of a thousand different things to hold back the explosion that was growing in his balls. His cock was like a big fuse burning down to the power-laden powder kegs of his testicles, and just a few more seconds of savage fucking..."Don't come!" she shrilled, digging her fingernails deep into his biceps and lifting her ass high off the bed so his jabbing penis was plugged into her pussy and held immobile.But nothing could hold back his ravenous desire to unload inside of her.His prick throbbed against the grainy, hot walls of her cunt, then released a torrent of thick come. She could feel his sperm shooting high up into her, and her uterus dilated to receive it.The more he pumped his lusty vigor into her, the less pleasure she received. All she could feel was the big, hard column of his prick rammed between her legs and spewing out glut after glut of viscid juice. It was even running down from the stretched, outer lips of her pussy and soaking the crack of her buttocks.She would have given her left arm to come with him, but it was too late. Her clitoris, which had grown as large and red and erect as a baby's thumb at the zenith of the fucking, now began to soften and relax."Damn!" she breathed, feeling a hot wave of new frustration rushing over her body. "Couldn't you have waited?"He was slumped over her now, his muscular body glued to hers. His fun was over, and now his flesh was beginning to grow a bit sticky and uncomfortable--the way it always did after he had screwed.He rolled away from her, and his half-swollen prick came slurping out from between the pouting, flushed-pink lips of her unsatisfied cunt."Sorry, honey," he said, huskily, "but I couldn't hold off. Not after twenty minutes of doing it like a rabbit!"She made a deep-throated, sniffing noise. "That's what it felt like--a rabbit!"He sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His cock was still pointing up a little from between his legs, and the veins were still large along the sides of it. But he knew he couldn't fuck her again. He didn't even want to.Instead, he reached for a cigarette.He remained sitting on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, puffing on the cigarette.Once he glanced back over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of his young wife rubbing the moist, fringed mounds of her cunt as if trying to tease back the forbidden, forgotten pleasure. In an effort to placate her, he arched around and put a hand over her nearest tit. The nipples of both her breasts were still large and pointing, and the one he felt beneath his palm was almost as hard as a bullet."Maybe if I rest a few minutes, baby," he began.But she cut him off with a quick shake of her head. "Go take a shower," she said, coldly.He left his hand on the warmth of her tit for just a few more seconds, thinking she might change her mind. He was even tempted to ask her to play with his prick, maybe suck on it, and that way he might get hard enough to fuck her. But how did he suggest such a thing to his bride of six months? He had never once eaten her pussy because she had once told him she considered it perverted. And he wasn't going to open a big can of worms by asking her to blow him.He sighed, and got up from the bed.She watched him walk out of the bedroom. Her big hero. All broad shoulders and muscular arms. Her stud-man with his narrow waist, lean hips, and seven-inch joystick.She wondered how in the world she could explain to Dr. Carter that a piece of male like her husband couldn't satisfy her.And yet she wasn't satisfied.Her cunt was still hot and itching, and the nagging need to have a climax was making her clit rise up all over again.She had to fuck something--and now.When she heard the shower water running, she slipped off the bed and closed the bedroom door. Just for good measure she snapped the lock. Then she hurried over to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. She couldn't control the carnal throb of her empty cunt.She found what she was looking for--the large mahogany-handled hairbrush that had once belonged to her grandmother. It was one of those Victorian brushes with a handle the length of a butter knife and almost as big around as the cock of a horse.With her blood roaring, she carried the brush back to the bed. She had done this before, of course, but usually in the bathroom with the brush handle well greased with Vaseline. But today--now--she didn't need any lubricant. Her pussy was as slick inside as wet liver, and Jim's copious blasts of sperm had made it even slicker.With a shameless indifference to anything but her lust, she held the brush by the bristle and slowly drove the handle up between the pinkish, parted lips of her cunt.She loved the way it felt.By closing her eyes, she could imagine that a big, eternally stiff prick was between her happy legs. Slowly and languorously she began to fuck herself. As the pleasure spread through her loins she curled her toes and raised one hand to caress the bloated little buds at the tips of her tits.When she got the hairbrush deep into her cunt, the bristles touched the erect and sensitive point of her clitoris, driving her wild with passion.She kept her eyes closed while a slack grin spread across her flushed face. She was glad that nobody could know what she was thinking because her fantasies began to pile lewdly on top of each other as her orgasm approached.She imagined herself in a big room full of silk pillows and mirrors, being fucked by a black man with a prick the size of an Arabian stallion. In her heated mind's eye she could see her own ivory and honeyed body contrasted against the ebony skin of her homy fucker. She could visualize her tits being hungrily sucked by the thick, salacious lips of such a stud while his huge dark cock moved continuously in and out of her willing pussy.The picture in her mind grew so realistic, so lewd, so sluttish that her squirming cunt began to suck like a mouth at the bone-hard handle of the brush."Coming...!" she whispered, gritting her teeth and throwing her head back the way she always did before a delicious spasm. "Ah... AAAaahhh!"Her vagina gave one or two final throbs of pleasure and a fine spray of juices spritzed out over her knuckles. The juices of her orgasm wetted not only her fingers but the dark crack of her ass, as well.She continued working the huge dildo back and forth in the spunky hotness of her pussy, not giving a damn about the slurping noises being made in the silence of the bedroom. Not caring about anything but the joy of being wantonly satisfied.At that very moment Jim was just washing the soap off his strong, healthy body. He had his head bent under the tap of the shower and the warm fingers of water were beating tunes against his thickly matted brown hair.It was something of a sensual feeling, and it reminded him of something Vona Dawson had said to him the other night at the cocktail party she and her husband had thrown. Vona had turned to him with a twinkle in her green eyes and purred: "You always look so clean and fresh--like one of those Greek gods coming up out of the water."He hadn't been able to get the remark out of his head all evening, he remembered. And he had also been aware of the several winks and grins that Vona had directed his way. He could recall thinking about the possibilities of taking the old gal into one of the upstairs bedrooms and fucking the hell out of her just to show her how much of a Greek god he really was in bed.But you just didn't do that to your boss's wife. Not if you knew what was good for you.Besides, Vona Dawson was old enough to be his mother. And what could be sicker than a twenty-six-year-old stud like him humping the hairy pussy of a forty-year-old sophisticate like Vona? He'd have to be a fool to even consider it.And yet--standing there naked in the shower--he started getting a hard-on. Not just a semi-stiff one, but a real cunt splitter.He stepped back from the cascade of water and looked down between his legs. His prick was up as solid as a bar of pig iron, the helmet-like head pink and bloated.He couldn't help but grin, thinking of how Vona's aging blood would begin to boil if she could see him now.He still had the erection when he stepped out of the shower and began to towel himself off. His cock was up so stiff that he had difficulty drying himself."Hell of a note," he breathed to himself, grinning.And then he remembered how unsatisfied Peg had been, and his grin reached all the way up to his ears. If I can't give it to Vona, I might as well give it to my wife! he mused.Without further thought, he paraded back toward the bedroom, his cock sticking out ahead of him like a blunt sword to slay the dragon of a female's lust.When he found the bedroom door shut and locked, he tapped a bit too heavily and too impatiently."Honey--you there?"There was no answer for a few seconds, and then the door snapped open a few inches.He grinned through the crack at her.She opened the. door then, and he was disappointed to see she had thrown on her dressing gown and the flushed frustration had been erased from her cheeks.She only glanced at his nudity and his obvious arousal."I thought we might... uh... ""You thought we might what," she said, remotely."How about some more sex, maybe."She glanced at his enormously stiffened penis, then shrugged. The shrug made him feel like a fool."You don't want to, sweetheart?" he asked raggedly."I don't really care--now.""But I thought you weren't satisfied a while ago."She gave him a frosty look. "I wasn't. So why didn't you do something big and strong about it then.""Look, honey... ""No, you look. You worked me up to the point of screaming my head off for a good orgasm, then you very selfishly shot off--or whatever you males call what you do--and left me high and very, very dry.""I said I was sorry.""And then you come back in here with your ding-doggie sticking out like a traffic cop's arm and demand your rights as a husband. Well, sorry, but the gates of paradise are closed for the night.""You don't have to get so goddamned snotty about it."There was a long moment of strained silence while his engorged penis began to fade slowly away."Look, Jim," she sighed, finally, "it's perfectly clear that our little six-month marriage is heading for some very large and dangerous rocks unless... ""Unless what, damn it.""Unless we learn to respect each other's feelings more. Unless we attune ourselves to the sensitivity areas that Dr. Carter says... ""So we're back to that fruity shrink again, are we?"Peg's cheeks flushed. "Dr. Carter is not a fruit! He's a very happily married man--and one of the best psychiatrists in the city. Just because you... ""Just because I don't happen to go in for a lot of crap talk about that group therapy baloney of his--all that bullshit business of interpersonal-transparency and... ""He's doing very important work with frigid males and... ""Who the hell is a frigid male, goddamn it! I just got through screwing you like a Mexican whore for about an hour and you can't even... " He broke off, slamming his fists together in disgust.Her eyes were narrowed at him, slitted and savage."Go ahead, say it--you're married to a frigid female!""You said it, I didn't.""No, but you think it!""Okay, so I think it! What the devil else would you call it when a guy screws his wife until his balls are bleeding and she can't even... ""Maybe you don't know how to copulate. Did you ever think of that?""Oh, yeah? Well, I never had any complaints before I married you, Susie-Q!""I'll bet you didn't. I'll bet you just knocked them over like bowling pins, eh?""You're fuckin' right I did! And I left a trail of mighty happy-sappy pussies, too! Most women I've dicked come in about ten seconds!""Can I help it if you didn't do anything before you met me but screw a lot of virgins and female hillbillies!""Go to hell!!"He took the necessary strides to get out of the bedroom, his lax cock slapping against the sides of his legs.In the living room of the small apartment he slammed himself down into his easy chair stark naked and grabbed the evening paper that had been carefully laid out for him in the earlier, more peaceful part of the evening.Thanks a lot for that, he thought morosely, I guess if you think I can't fuck, I can at least read!His eyes smoldered into the words of the newspaper, but he couldn't see anything. He could only hear the mocking voice of his bride sneering at his ability to satisfy only himself. I'll bet you just knocked them over like bowling pins... all those virgins and female hillbillies!Well, one virgin came through his memory loud and clear. And that was Annie Hawkins when he was a quarterback on his high school football team--and Annie was the daughter of his coach. He would never forget the night she got locked in the locker room while he was taking a shower. Talk about a pair of hot pants! he mused. I fucked that leering little Jezebel until her teeth were rattling.AND Annie was only the first of a long conquest of females he had whacked and plowed before he fell in love with Peg.Love.The word had a hollow ring now, but also a very painful ring. He had loved Peg. Did love her.And he wanted nothing more in the world at this moment than to go back into that bedroom and fuck her lovely, tight young cunt until he had her tongue out and lapping at his chin.Just thinking such rutty thoughts was doing it to him all over again. His big prick was rising.He lowered the newspaper over it, but his cock served as a kind of tent pole to hold the paper up. Finally, with a ragged groan he tossed the paper aside and walked back to the closed door of the bedroom.He knelt in the hallway and put his eye to the bedroom door keyhole.What he saw made his pecker throb stiffly.Peg was naked again and sitting on the little vanity bench in front of the mirror. She was combing her hair with both arms raised--and her firm, succulent tits were moving and bouncing together like two large sponge balls with raspberries stuck to the tips of them."Oh, God," he muttered, driving back his desire to reach a fist down and start jacking-off, "I've gotta fuck that hot hole of hers or die!"He stood up and twisted the knob on the door.The door was locked again."For Christ's sake, honey--lemme in!!"He waited a second, his heart pounding and his prick sticking out like a saddle horn.He heard her patting on bare feet to the door. "What do you want?" she asked indifferently."What the hell do you think I want. I wanta fuck you!""Go away.""Listen--just listen to me, baby! Let me come in and show you what I can do. Honey, I'll make you come, I swear to God I'll make you come a bucket! I'll... ""Will you go to a sensitivity session arranged by Dr. Carter?"His brain exploded like cheap Chinese firecrackers."Screw that fruity shrink! Who needs a handbook for fucking?""You do, apparently. Goodnight, darling. Enjoy your night on the couch."He sputtered only long enough to get his strength back, and then began to pound on the door with both fists.He was still pounding when the phone jangled from the far end of the living room.He kept pounding--and the phone kept stubbornly ringing."Oh, Jee-SUS!!" he roared finally.He made his way to the phone with his stiff prick still at a horizontal position."HELLO!!""That you, Jim?"His boss's voice cut through his anger like a knife through butter."Oh... uh... hello, Mr. Dawson.""Having a nice evening at home, eh?""You... yeah... you could say that.""Sorry to break into it, Jim, but I was wondering if you could do me a large favor.""I'll certainly be willing to... ""Like for you to run out to the country club and pick up my wife.""Your wife, sir?""Yes. I'm tied up at this damned awards dinner, and I thought you might take Vona off my hands. She's got this damned thing about taxis. Hates them. So she suggested you might be nice enough to... ""I certainly will, sir!""Good. You won't keep her waiting, I trust.""Not a second longer than I have to.""Great boy. Oh, and tell Vona I won't be home until the wee hours. Got to drink a few with some of the boys. You know how it is.""Yessir.""Goodnight, Jim. And give my best to that cute young bride of yours.""Goodnight, sir."When he put the receiver down, he was leering like a goat. He didn't know exactly what he could do with this sudden landfall, but the fact that Vona had suggested he pick her up sounded a lot like an invitation to get fucked, to him."Just what I need tonight," he whispered joyously. "Pussy on the hoof!!"CHAPTER TWOIt was only after he had explained to Peg why he wanted the bedroom door opened--so he could put on his clothes--that she snapped off the lock."Christ," he muttered as he strode naked across to the closet, "you'd think I was trying to rape you or something!""Why should Vona Dawson want you to pick her up," Peg asked suspiciously, ignoring his remark about rape."How the hell should I know? Maybe it's the chauffeur's night off.""You know perfectly well that the Dawsons fired their chauffeur two weeks ago. Dr. Carter told me all about that."Jim's ears picked up a bit on the information. As he dressed quickly, he kept the subject going."What the hell would Lon Carter know about it?" he said, putting a slight slur on the name of the young psychiatrist Peg seemed so sold on."Vona told him. She had a martini too many one night and told Dr. Carter that Jeffery--that's the driver they had--tried to put the make on her." Jim kept his sly grin hidden. "That so? What'd he do that for? I mean, as I recall Jeffery was that young kid just out of the Marine Corps, wasn't he?""What does that have to do with... ""Nothing. Except that I don't see why some young, healthy stud like Jeffery would want to bang a hag like Vona.""Vona is no hag. Besides, who knows why males do anything they do, sexually."He grinned at her. "Females know, that's who." He was dressed in a few more minutes and headed out of the apartment.She was right on his heels, some distant foreboding making her blood quicken in her veins."The bedroom door will be unlocked when you get back," she promised lightly.She thought she saw him give a disinterested shrug of his shoulders as he said, "Yeah, okay." And then he was gone."Damn," she muttered under her breath, "I wonder if that she-bitch Vona Dawson is up to something, after all!"She had perfectly good reason to wonder. She had only touched on what Lon Carter had told her about Vona--and Vona's relationship with the husky young chauffeur. The whole story was enough to curl the hair on the nape of her neck. Not that she cared a hoot in a haystack how the fading beauty got her kicks--as long as she stayed away from Jim.She groaned softly as she paced the floor of the small, empty-feeling apartment. And almost before she knew what she was doing her finger was rotating the dial of the telephone. She was fortunate, she realized, that Lon Carter answered, and not his wife."Lon, I've got to talk to you!""Take it easy, Peg. Of course you can talk to me.""I don't mean over the phone. Can you come over here?""To your apartment?""Yes. Jim's out--with Vona Dawson."There was a small pause. "Jim and Vona? That sounds like Vona, but I didn't know your husband was... ""It's Vona that I'm worried about! If what you told me about her and that chauffeur is even half true, then she could do God knows what with my husband!"She could hear the young psychiatrist sighing. "Peg, didn't I try to explain all of that to you the other day? You've got to learn not to place so much importance on sexual matters. Those cowardly impulses not to face the facts about... ""I know what you told me, but I don't like the idea of some hussy who's old enough to be my mother setting out to seduce my husband! ""Calm down. I can see we're going to have to talk again. I will be over. By the way, did you talk to Jim about joining some of the sensitivity sessions?""Yes--and he laughed at the idea.""Typical reaction. He'll come around, probably. Look, I'll be right over.""Will your wife mind?"She could almost see him grinning. "Of course she won't. Besides, Norma isn't here. She's visiting her mother for the night.""Then hurry."It seemed to Peg that she had barely put the phone down when Lon was knocking on the door. It had been all of twenty minutes, however. She knew that when she looked at the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table--and felt the kick of the two Scotches she had drunk down like an Indian on the warpath."You've had a little, haven't you?" Lon said, as she let him into the apartment.She gave the handsome young psychiatrist a quick, slurring side look that any other male would have interpreted in the wrong--or right--way. "I had to have something to steady my nerves," she said."Well, you certainly don't need alcohol.""Don't preach. Not now, Lon. Just help me!"He gave her another steady look, but the corners of his mouth were not turned up in even the faintest smile."If you mean what I think you mean... " he began."Have sex with me, Lon!""Peg... ""Screw me, damn it! Do what you did the other day in your office. Pull my panties down and fuck me!!""For God's sake, Peg, get hold of yourself!"She was trembling all over, and she could feel the thick, hair-lined lips of her pussy beginning to grow moist and itchy all over again--exactly as they had when Jim was working her up to a frenzy earlier in the evening. But she knew that Lon could make her have an orgasm. He had the other day. And she wanted that again--now.Her hands came up to pull at his lapels. Her breath was hot and demanding against his square-jawed, good-looking face."Fuck me, Lon. God, please... I love your cock! I'll suck it for you, too! I'll do anything to get you!!"His own hands came up and grabbed her shoulders in a sure, strong grip.
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