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CHAPTER ONE

Barbara Reynolds stared unhappily into the rear view mirror as she backed out of her parking space at Shoretown Mall. More interested in an imaginary wrinkle than what was going on behind her, she didn't notice the other car going by. The sound of crunching metal startled her. She slammed on the brake, jerked the car into park, and cursed under her breath.

"Damn it," she murmured, her fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel. "Dammit all!"

After three deep breaths, she cut the motor and composed herself before climbing oat. She opened the door and eased her long slender legs out, her skirt gliding up her thighs. In one fluid motion, she was on her feet and walking to the rear of her car to survey the damage.

The angry man had climbed out of his car and was looking at his dented fender. He looked up, his face red with rate. "What the hell do you think…" He stopped hollering; she was beautiful and looked upset. His tone changed as he came around and took her arm. "Are you all right?"

Barbara forced a smile. "I am, but your fender doesn't look too good."

"It can be fixed," he said. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

Holding her arm, he felt an attraction to her. She was gorgeous and built, with thick deep-red hair and flashing green eyes. He forgot about his car completely when his eyes settled on Barbara's huge creamy tits straining against her sweater that, to him, sadistically hid her tits from view. His only thought was to see her unencumbered by clothes.

Barbara smiled at him. "I'm insured." She felt the strength in his grip. It calmed her down a little. She suddenly realized it wasn't the end of the world; she had only dented his fender and broken a taillight on her own car. "I'll get the information out of my purse for you." She started for her car.

"Forget it," he smiled. "You can give me everything while we're having a drink." He escorted her to her car. "I'll park it for you."

He climbed in and started the motor, then eased the car forward, cut off the motor, and locked the car door after climbing out.

"You stand right here and don't move," he told her. "I'll park my car and we can have that drink."

Barbara stood next to her parked car, forbidden thoughts going through her head. He was good looking, tall, and muscular, with strong hands. She blushed, her cheeks burning. Her thoughts drifted to her husband, Carl, and she moaned to herself; he would have a fit when he found out. She shook her husband from her mind and decided to concentrate on the handsome stranger. There would be plenty of time for annoying thoughts later. Right now, that drink would be nice. Some attention would be nice, too.

"You ready?" he asked, his deep pleasant voice confident, sure. He took her arm. "There's a nice quiet little place in the mall. Most people don't even know about it." He escorted her through the parking lot, into the crowded mail, and into the lounge on the upper level.

Barbara settled into the leather, booth and accepted a martini. She felt exhilarated, almost like a kid. An eager light came into her emerald eyes as she gazed at the handsome stranger.

"I don't even know your name," she said as he eased in beside her.

"Jeff, Jeff Childs." He pressed his leg against hers, happy she didn't move away. Things were looking up. "What does your husband call you?" He touched the wedding ring on her slender finger.

"When he has the time, he calls me Babs," She looked uncomfortable at the mention of her husband.

"Busy man, I take it."

"Too busy." She drank her drink in silence, enjoying the pressure of his leg against her thigh. In a sudden rush of candor brought on by the tension of the accident and the settling effect of the quiet lounge and her martini, she turned to Jeff, her expression serious. "He thinks I'm getting too old."

"I find that hard to believe." His eyes followed the contour of her long graceful neck. "Christ, you can't be out of your twenties."

"I'm thirty-five and you're bull shitting me." She polished off her drink. "Can I have a refill?"

"You can have anything you want," Jeff said. He signaled the bartender. "But I'm not bull shitting."

With her next drink in her hand, she turned to Jeff. "I enjoyed your compliment," she purred. "I'm also enjoying the way your leg is touching mine." Her voice was provocative like her smile.

He gazed deeply into her sparkling eyes. His hand dropped below the table and gently squeezed her thigh.

"Ever since I saw you, I've been dying to feel your tits. They're driving me crazy." He held her gaze with his steady blue eyes, his hand slowly moving her skirt in the pretense of tickling her knee.

"Whewwww," she sighed, then took a gulp of her drink. "You don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"Not when I meet someone as gorgeous and sexy as you." His hand slipped beneath her skirt and he began to feel the silky flesh of her thigh.

Barbara wavered; she was undecided. He was certainly handsome, confident in his manner, and made her feel wonderful and young.

Lately, all she thought about was growing older due to Carl's constant reminders.

"I… I can't," she finally said. "I'm married… I couldn't…" She swallowed forcibly. His hand on her thigh was turning her insides to mush.

"You want to," he said. "I can see it in your lovely green eyes." His hand moved farther up her thigh, his eyes burning into hers.

Barbara gasped and clamped her hand onto his, over her skirt. She felt his strong fingers underneath her skirt massaging her flesh.

"No higher," she gulped. "No more." She pushed his hand out from under her skirt and turned away from his intense stare. She took another sizable gulp of her drink, wanting, needing someone like Jeff now, when she felt old and used, with a husband who seemed not to care, who always seemed to be joking about her getting old.

"No," she said again, with an air of finality. Inwardly, she affirmed her decision.

"We could have a great time together," he said, his hand still on her knee. "A fantastic time."

She was about to say something to him, but the words were lodged in her throat as her mouth suddenly dropped in stunned surprise. Carl, her husband, was coming into the lounge with Dorrie, his young secretary.

Barbara began to shake. Jealous anger raged inside her. She quelled it. It could be as innocent as her being here with Jeff, though it did get out of hand for a brief moment. She waited, biding her time, watching Carl as he and Dorrie were led to a small intimate booth on the far side of the dimly lit lounge.

Barbara could see it was far from innocent from the way they talked to each other and the way he was holding her hands Barbara gasped when she saw her husband kiss Dorrie before ushering her into the booth.

Determined, she abruptly turned to Jeff. "I've changed my mind. Let's get out of here."

Jeff grinned, not knowing why she changed her mind, but glad that she had. He wasn't going to let her change her mind again. He slid out of the booth and took her hand.

"We'll use my car."

Barbara shivered nervously as Jeff led her into the motel room. She glanced around the room, feeling tawdry. An image of her husband with that little bitch kept her angry and vengeful. She turned, moving into Jeff's welcoming arms.

"I'm nervous," she sighed, pressing her body against him, the memory of his hand on her thigh still fresh in her mind. "I've never done this before."

"I can tell," Jeff said, holding her dynamite body.

He felt the pressure of her soft belly against his cock and the gentle crush of her tits against his chest. His mouth locked onto hers, his hands sliding down over her full hips to her rounded ass.

Barbara swirled in a sea of mixed emotions. Jeff's tongue in her mouth was exciting her, and she pressed harder into his muscular frame. She felt the hardness of his cock against her belly and swooned, gobbling on his tongue, entwining it with her own.

"Ooooo, God," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I feel like a virgin, and the bed over there is making me cream and shake at the same time."

Jeff smiled warmly. His fingers deftly ran the buttoned the front of her soft cashmere sweater, gradually exposing the creamy white flesh of her dynamite body.

"Relax, Babs," he soothed with his deep sensual voice.

He kissed her neck on both sides as he opened the last button. Expertly, he eased the sweater off her shoulders and down her arms, acting casual, taking care not to rush and alarm her. He carefully laid her sweater on the back of a chair and took the trembling woman into his arms again.

"Ooooo, Jeff," she whimpered excitedly and uneasily at the same time. She felt his fingers unhooking her bra in the back. "Oooo, God, I'm burning up."

"You're gorgeous," he said, eyeing her bare tits, his throat raspy and hoarse from the passion that surged through him. His hands spanned the magnificent twin globes of tit flesh, his fingers sinking into the pliant tit meat. He moaned. Hot hard nipples seared the palms of his hands. "Sweet Babs… sweet, sweet tits."

Barbara thrilled to his hot sizzling stare. She tingled under his powerful hands milking her swollen tits.

"Ooooo, Jeff." She stepped back away from his kneading fingers, shaking, her throat tight. Self-consciously, she held her tits.

"They're not too big." She turned, giving him a side view of her huge tits. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm getting older, you know."

She scanned his devouring blue eyes, searching for a look, anything that would prove she was right. There was only lust in his eyes pure animal lust. It made her heart skip a beat.

"You're no kid," he said, taking her wrist and pulling her back into his arms, "but you're not getting old. Your tits… your body… you're perfect."

Jeff opened her skirt button, his cock thumping. The skirt fell to her feet, and he cupped the cheeks of her panty clad ass with the palms of his hands. "I'm glad you're not disappointed." She clung to him, her fear of getting old keeping her from flaunting her exquisite-looking body.

Jeff stepped back to marvel at her tits and placed her hand on his crotch. "If you were old, sagging, and turning to flab, would, my cock be throbbing like this?"

Barbara swooned, her hand clutching his bulging hard-on through his pants. She wanted to believe him. She nodded, dropping to her knees, fumbling with his zipper, keeping his view of her body to a minimum. She possessed a nagging fear that if he had good look at her, his prick would turn soft.

She hauled his long thick prick out of his pants and gasped when she saw it.

Barbara had been a virgin bride at twenty-four and had always been faithful to Carl during her cloven years of marriage… Until now. She felt self-conscious, nervous.

Her head reeled. She held his cock tightly, her insides churning. For a second, she almost stopped herself before going any further, but the image of her husband with that little tramp kept her going.

Jeff leered at her, amazed at her innocence and lack of confidence. She was a fantastic looking woman, built like a brick shit house and twice as gorgeous.

"Lick it, Babs." It was almost like taking a virgin, and he hadn't done that in years, not since high school.

Barbara looked up at him, her eyes filmy with desire. The hurt of seeing Carl with someone else was behind that desire. She trembled and bit her lip in a bashful manner.

In that one unguarded moment, Jeff saw into Barbara's soul. "If you want to stop, we can leave."

She shook her tend, her hand slipping up and down the length of his prick. "No," she whispered, meaning it, not just for revenge, but because Jeff made her feel like a woman again. She wanted him; her cunt ached for him. "I want to, Jeff. I want to do everything with you."

"Then lick my cock and relax." He worked his belt open and dropped his pants and shorts to give Barbara room to feast on his hard cock.

She giggled like a schoolgirl and pushed him back on the bed. She quickly skimmed off his pants and shorts. "If you want me to lick you, you'll have to be stripped."

She worked his socks and shoes off as Jeff took his suit coat, shirt and tie off. He threw them across the room, where they landed on the floor. She saw his clothes, crumpled in a heap. Hesitantly, she stood in full view of his horny gaze. She was shy about him seeing her half naked, but she wanted to overcome her fear of being old.

"You can't leave your clothes all over the floor like that," she said, giving him an innocent wink. Her checks blushed as she walked across the room, swinging her ass wrapped in tight orange bikini panties, her high heels giving her long sexy legs added length.

"You look fabulous, Babs, fabulous!" he groaned. His cock was throbbing incessantly for her. "Fab… u… lous!"

Barbara blushed, a hint of her old confidence returning. She bent over to pick up his clothes, feeling his burning eyes on her. She hold the erotic pose for a second, then straightened up and arranged his dailies neatly over a chair.

She turned toward Jeff, still blushing. "NOW for your cock," she whispered, strutting back to him, her tits swaying, her hips rocking. The classy lilt was returning to her walk.

She looked at his groin. Her mouth watered for his prick. It was a meaty cock towering above the thick curly mass of his groin hair. She started to drop to her knees.

"No," he gasped. "Let me feast my eyes on you for a minute." He leered openly, licking his lips, enjoying her ravishing beauty. His eyes hungrily traveled over her sinuous body, up and down the curves, following the curves of her gorgeous figure. Her trim wispy waist gave her hips added dimension. He watched her tits with avid interest, seeing those bloated globes of milky white tit flesh rise and fall with each breath she took.

"I can't wait until I suck those great tits," he groaned, looking directly at her fabulous tits.

She quivered delightfully under his appreciative gaze. "Then let me suck your cock first. You have me creaming my panties!"

"Take them off, so I can see your pussy."

Impishly, she shook her head, her thick wavy red hair giving her a look of innocence. "No, not yet…" She looked at his formidable prick. "Can I suck you now?"

She blew hot air on his thighs, his prick, and his balls. Jeff's murmuring responses made her feel good. She licked the head of his prick with the wet tip of her tongue. The first contact was earthshaking. Art exciting tremor rocketed through her pulsing pussy and exploded behind her eyes like a firecracker.

"Unnnn," Jeff groaned as her tongue lapped around his prickhead making him delirious. "In your mouth, Babs. Suck it!"

Barbara eased the bulbous head of his cock between her soft wet lips and clamped her mouth closed around the deep ridge. She held his prickhead a happy prisoner, her tongue whipping around and around, soaking his cock in warm drooling spit. Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked, eliciting deep moaning sounds from Jeff. She did it again, hearing Jeff's sonorous groans again encouraged her.

Jeff humped up, his ass coming off the bed, the head of his cock scraping along the roof of her mouth and jabbing the entrance of her tight throat. He jabbed again, feeling her teeth sinking into his rigid cock shaft.

"Take it all! All, Babs. Take all of my cock!" Her wet sucking mouth was a furnace of heat.

Barbara forgot about her husband, his secretary, her age and insecurities as her mind and body became totally absorbed in Jeff, his cock, and pleasing him to the utmost. She swirled her wet tongue around the underside of his prick, making him twitch. She used her teeth, easing the long thick cock down her tight clenching throat, his cockhead stretching her throat.

"Aghhhh!" Jeff lunged up, fucking his raging hard-on deep into Barbara's gullet. His mind spun.

Barbara's nails scratched his tight groin. She brought her red-painted talons down over his squirming body, stretching her arms, going down his chest and muscular stomach, blending the teasing pain of her nails with the hot warm urgent sucking of her mouth.

"Unnnngghhh!" she gurgled dreamily, his cock fucking her gulping throat as he strenuously humped up from the bed.

She pressed hard with her mouth, taking his prick deep. Sucking and chewing with forbidden enjoyment, she flared her nostrils. His cock hair tickled her lips as she took the last delicious gulp, devouring the entire length of his meaty cock shaft.

"Babs!"

His cock was buried inside her throat. He felt the gripping tightness of her gullet and dropped back on the bed, twitching in blissful pleasure. The scorching heat of her mouth ignited the passionate lust in his heavy cumfilled balls.

With Jeff groaning beneath her hungry mouth, Barbara bobbed her head in a frantic motion up and down his hard cock, bringing Jeff closer and closer to the point of explosion.

In one quick move, she pulled her mouth off his cock and gasped for air.

"Christ, I thought I was gonna cream," he groaned, his balls tingling.

"Oooo, nooo," she panted, her exquisitely delicate features red with lust. "Get back on the bed."

Her meekness, her shyness were gone, replaced with passion. She rotated her hips in a lewd fashion and massaging her massive tits, squeezing the pliant tit flesh with her nimble fingers.

"I want your cock in me."

She smoothed her hands down her trembling passion-racked body to her bikini panties. Latching her fingers in the elastic band, she slipped them down her full hips and stopped, baring her neat patch of trimmed dark-red pussy hair. Her breath came in short ragged little gasps. Jeff's eyes told her the truth: she was gorgeous.

Jeff drew in his breath sharply and delighted in the lascivious sight of her standing there waiting for his approval, her overripe tits billowing voluptuously, the orange panties still clinging to her thighs.

"Get 'em off," he rasped.

Barbara giggled hotly and jiggled her legs. Her fleshy tits bounced with her movement, and the panties dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked off her shoes.

As she swivelled to give him a look at the creamy bare flesh of her ass, a tremor swept over her. She imagined sagging ass checks greeting him when she turned. Hearing his breath quicken alleviated her doubt.

"Fantastic ass," he groaned, her back still facing him. His prick throbbed; his blood pressure rocketed; his passion soared. She completed the turn, appearing like a naked Goddess at the foot of the bed. "Fantastic!"

"Fm ready for your cock now," she whimpered hotly, yearningly. "Right in here, where I'm all wet and juicy." She stroked her fingers through her steamy cunt and whimpered.

Jeff ached with fuck-lust. He scooted back on the bed, watching her. She was fantastic, even better than he had imagined. He wondered what kind of fool husband would think she was old and over the hill.

"C'mon, sweet Barbara," he groaned. "Come down here and let me play with your tits. I'm dying to touch your magnificent tits."

Her smile was mischievous, and her emerald-green eyes were glittering with devilment, but her pussy was hot. She climbed between his outstretched legs, sat up and straightened her back, blatantly showing off her body to him.

"I haven't felt this wonderful in ages. I feel like a kid." She straddled one of Jeff's legs, dragging her oozing cunt up over his knee, soaking him in warm sudsy cunt-cream. "Feel the juice? God, this is… oooooooh, mmmmmznmmnn."

Jeff was restraining himself from dragging her over him and fucking his cock in her pussy. Her cunt was squishing against his thigh and knee he could hear the cunt-juice. She was an uninhibited package of volatile dynamite.

"My cock! Climb on my cock!" He reached for her, his hands groping for her jiggling tits.

Barbara giggled. It was a dirty little giggle that turned him on more.

"You can't fuck me yet. Not until you're soaked in my cunt-juice. I can hear my pussy squishing."

She passed her pink tongue along her lips. A fierce mask of lust had taken the place of her innocent look. Her eyes sparkled and glimmered like jade; her mouth was pouting; her swiveling hips were in constant motion. It was a magnificent transformation.

She straddled his other leg, and her dripping wet pussy immediately bathed him in warm oozing pussy-cream. She shook her shoulders, making her massive tits jiggle and bounce in agitation.

Jeff reached for her tits again, determined to get her. This time, his fingers caught the jiggling meat of her tits, and he held onto them. "On my cock, sweet Barbara. Now!" He was out of his skull. She had driven him to it. "It's time to cream my cock."

"Oooo, yessss," she swooned. "Your cock!"

She squirmed against his hands that were milking the bare sensitive flesh of her tits and climbed over his towering cockmeat. Her hips jerked back and forth, banging the head of his prick into her squishy pussy lips and her exposed hard cunt.

Without using her hands, she caught his cockhead in her cunt gash. "I got it," she rasped, glaring into his smoldering blue eyes. "Feel it go in."

She eased his prick slowly and gradually into her tight wet pulsing pussy, until his cock was buried to the root. His prick hair meshed with her patch of red pussy silk. She squiggled her hips and was rewarded with a loud groan from Jeff.

His hands pawed the soft meat of her tits. He lunged up, grunting, his fingers sinking into each succulent tit globe. "Uhnnnnn! Oh God, you're pussy's hotter than your mouth!"

Barbara's head jerked back, her red hair cascading about her face and creamy shoulders. "Jeff! Ooooo, Jeff?" She ground her pussy down, gulping the thick throbbing shaft with her spongy cunt muscles. "Oooo, God, it feels… oooh sooo wonderful!" She was thrilled, thrilled with Jeff and his pussy stuffing cock. In this one glorious moment, she realized how much she missed being fucked, how much she missed the pleasures of a man, and the joy her own body could give if properly appreciated. "Ooooo, God, I'm in heaven!"

"And you're heaven," he added, fucking upward, making her squeal in bliss. "Your pussy is heaven."

"Your cock…" She couldn't think of what to say. Her thoughts were muddled from his jabbing prick fucking into her hungry pussy. She tried to think of something cute or appropriate, but she couldn't. "Mmmmmmnnnn!" It was all that escaped her sensuous pouting mouth.

He released her tits and skimmed his hands down her squirming hot body to her rocking hips. He kneaded her soft yielding body, his fingers working back up to her tits. They were like giant magnets attracting his hands to their soft meat.

He feasted his eyes on those twin mountains and the dark valley between them. He squeezed her large tits together, making them appear even bigger, more abundant and exotic. He brought them to his cager mouth and washed one reddish-brown nipple with his drool. Even her nipples were large – perfectly shaped nipples capping each tit.

"Ooooo, yes, Jeff." She liked his mouth on her tits, and she reveled in it. "Suck my tits. Get them wet with your spit. Soak my tits like I soaked your cock."

She remained sitting on his rigid prick, her hips gently moving in a slow rhythm. Her pussy muscles did all the work, beating a stronger rhythm around his hard cock, feeding the heat in his balls.

"Suck my tits!" She threw her head back. "Suck meeee!"

Jeff growled like an animal, sucking, licking and nipping the warm flesh of her meaty tits. While pawing her tits, he lavished his tongue and mouth on one tit at a time. His tongue slapped across the nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. He was greeted with a whimpering sigh of pleasure. He chewed, the delicious hard nipple.

"Yessss! Yessss!" she wailed, wriggling her ass in sensual delight. "Ooooo, Jeff! Oh, God! Unnnnnn!"

Jeff worked the magic of his insatiable mouth over to the other tit. He caught it as it swayed in front of his face. He sucked her tit and squeezed it with his hands. His hips jerked, his mouth full of tit. The beat inside her cunt was burning into his cock and stoking the fire in his balls. With his mouth stuffed with tit meat, he began to fuck his cock into Barbara's squishy wet pussy hard fast jabs that had his cock burning.

"Ohhhh, Jeff!" Barbara went insane. His sucking mouth and fucking cock had her wild. She jerked and racked, meeting his skewering prick with downward fuck-plunges, jamming the head of his cock deep inside her oozing hot pussy.

They fucked each other in the heat of passion. Jeff's upward fuck-thrusts whacked his groin into Barbara's soft body. She plunged down to meet him. Grunts and whining cries added to the turbulent passion that surrounded the naked couple. Jeff's cock was ready to explode; Barbara's pussy was ready to cream. They clawed to the top, each adding to the other's lust.

Barbara found paradise first. With her tits practically bursting while Jeff mauled and sucked them, her cunt fucked harder against the jamming cock inside her. Hot cock bathing cum flowed from the beating walls of her pussy. She snapped her head back, her green eyes dilated in joyous rapture.

"I'm cumminggg!" The magic of those two words hurled her into ecstasy. "Ooooo, fuck meeee! Fuck meeee!" She pounded her cunt down, rotating her hips in violent jerks. Exquisite ecstasy seized her. "Jeff! Fuck me!"

Jeff was caught in the stormy current of her whirlwind orgasm. He was brought to the pinnacle as his balls churned in readiness and his prick swelled to spit out the burdensome cumload. He fucked at her with all his force and was suddenly thrust into heavenly bliss. His cum-spitting prick drenched Barbara's gulping pussy with a deluge of thick viscous cum.

He released her tits, his hands gouging down her gyrating body. He latched onto her jerky hips and followed her into paradise. "I'm creaming youuuu!" His deep voice caressed her tingling body. "Feel it! Unnn!"

"I doooo!" she screamed back. She took his squirting cock deep and rode the crest of her orgasm into oblivion. "Cream! Cummmmmmm!"

She jerked on his cock, her face red, her mouth parted, her green eyes open wide. She fucked Jeff with fervid enthusiasm, her petty insecurities allayed temporarily. She fucked him with only one thought in mind his wonderful, wonderful cock.

Jeff, immersed in the splendor of his orgasm, was still able to see Barbara's exquisitely beautiful face through a filmy haze. He watched her changing expressions as she creamed all over his fucking cock. He flooded the clenching canal of her exploding pussy.

Jeff fucked up into her quivering body. It was those final fuck-jabs that emptied his balls of their heavy cum totally and completely. He was drained and could still feel her pussy muscles working overtime.

Her arms buckled. She blanketed him with her body.

Jeff held her in this moment of silence, caressing her smooth back. His orgasm left him sated and contented. He listened to her heavy breathing, his cock still buried in her cunt.

"Babs," he whispered, lifting her head aid kissing her gently. He decided to hold the kiss, his tongue licking inside her checks and along the roof of her open mouth.

"Unnnn," she moaned. Reality brought back her shyness and curiosity. She rolled off him, hating to lose his cock. She snuggled to his muscular frame, trying to hide her body. "It was so wouderful," she said. "So wonderful." Frustration and a need for love and begun to build inside her again, and she wondered if she would again cheat on Carl to satisfy her desires.