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CHAPTER THREE

"Nice place," Gretchen said as he let her into his apartment. She kicked off her shoes and stood in the center of the large living room. "Suppose your wife walks in on us?"

"I told you. She's out of town." He locked the door and took three long strides, bringing him to where Gretchen stood. He pulled her into his arms and fused his mouth to hers. His hands dropped to her ass cheeks. He squeezed and she ground her belly into his cock.

"Oh, Frank. You're so rough." She wriggled from his arms. "Make me a drink."

"Later, baby," he growled, hauling her back into his arms. "First, we go to bed."

"Ummmmm, I like that." She grabbed his crotch. "You gonna stick that in me?"

"As soon as I get you to bed." He took her slim waist and pulled her toward the bedroom.

"Not yet," she pouted. She yanked away arid hurried over to the French doors. "What's out there?"

"The terrace," he said, following her.

She threw open the doors and stepped outside. "How about out here?" She leaned against the railing, her tits jutting out, her legs spread, a gleam in her dazzling blue eyes.

"You must be crazy." He stared hard.

"Is this crazy?" Slowly she lifted her skirt, her long, sexy legs appearing until she stopped, the hem of her skirt just hiding her pussy. "You like?"

"I love it, baby." His eyes popped. Her legs were gorgeous. "C'mon back inside."

She shook her head. "No, Frank." As if under a spell, she dropped her skirt back into place and began to fumble with the buttons to her blouse. She took it off and giggled. "I'm gonna strip for you."

He shook his head. "Go ahead." His eyes darted to the building across the street. If anyone was looking they would enjoy the show.

With her blouse tossed over a lounge chair, she unhooked her bra, allowed it to slip forward. She shook her tits, the bra dropped. Her hands came up, cupping them. "The air feels good."

Frank gawked. She was magnificent.

With a silly grin on her face, Gretchen undid her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. "No panties. I wonder what the bartender will do with them?" She caressed her flesh as Frank ogled her.

"Let me suck you out here, Frank." She licked her lips. "I'm good at it. My husband will tell you." She tossed back her head and laughed.

She dropped to the lounge chair and wiggled her finger. "C'mon, Frank. I'm hungry for your cock."

Frank was caught in her spell. He came to her, standing in front of her face, his crotch bulging. "It's all yours."

She rubbed the palm of her hand over his bulge. "Your wife ever sack you out here."

"Nah." He combed his fingers through her thick blonde hair. "She's shy."

"I'm not," Gretchen sighed. She pulled down his zipper and fished inside his pants. Her fingers latched around the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock. "I got it." She hauled his prick out and gasped. "Oooo, it's a beauty!"

Frank jerked his hips. Her squeezing fingers were driving him crazy. "Suck it, baby." He jerked again, driving his cock through her fist. "Eat it."

"I will." She savored the hardness, thrilled to the throbbing muscle. Her blue eyes devoured his prick. She fucked out her tongue, slapping it over the bloated head of his cock.

"Yeahhh," Frank moaned.

She did it again, then brought her lips to his piss-slot and kissed it. Her mouth opened and his cockhead disappeared inside. Her lips closed tight, cheeks drew in.

"Christ, baby," he groaned, tightening his grip in the thickness of her hair. "Damn!" He sucked in his breath and slammed her face forward, driving his prick in to the root.

Gretchen gagged, her face turning scarlet. The thickness of his cock clogged her throat and made her eyes bug out. A gargle came from her stuffed throat and she straggled.

Frank let out his breath and released his death grip on Gretchen's hair. "Baby!"

She pulled off, gasping for air. "You trying to kill me?" She looked up at him, her breathing returning to normal. "Take it easy."

"Sorry, baby. You got me crazy."

"You're forgiven." She kissed the head of his cock.

"So are you."

She opened her mouth again and clamped her lips around his bloated cock. This time she gobbled him to the root without his help. She held his prick in her throat, breathing through her nose.

"Unnnn," Frank rasped, his prick buried in her gullet. "Chew it up."

Gretchen did, expertly. She used her tongue, her teeth, her lips. Up and down the length of his prickshaft she worked her magic, sucking, chewing, whipping her tongue.

Frank went wild. He slammed hard, driving his cock to the hilt with each lunge of his hips. His neck strained and his lips drew back against his teeth. "Jesus Christ!"

Gretchen held his hips and kept her mouth steady, allowing him to plunder her throat. Her pussy seeped, soaking the chair. Her nipples swelled, aching for his mouth. Soft gurgling noises escaped from her throat. His cock was swelling, she had to stop.

Frank was of no help. Her mouth was too good. He jabbed hard, pounding his cock in and out of her throat. "Baby!" He felt his balls rumble. "Baby!"

She pulled her mouth off his prick. "No, Frank. No!" Her tits heaved. "My pussy needs it." She stood, swaying on her feet. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Frank was out of his skull. He would have fucked her on a street corner. He spun her around. "Bend over, bitch!"

Moaning between racking sobs of passion, Gretchen obeyed. She leaned forward, bracing herself on the chair, her rump vulnerable, her pussy oozing for a taste of his cock. "Shove it deep," she hissed.

"I know how to fuck," he growled. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her hips. He held her steady, his prick pointed, throbbing in readiness. He lurched forward, driving his prick into the steamy wetness of her cunthole, stopping when his groin met her ass. "Deep enough?"

"Ooooh, yessss!" Her knees buckled. "Oooo, yesss!" Her hips rotated in a tight circle and she massaged his buried cock with the cushiony muscles of her scalding pussy. "Pump! Pump!"

Frank eased out, the pressure of her cunt muscles tremendous. With only his cock tip buried, he slammed back into her cunt, squishy pussy-cream soaking his zipper and pants. Again he brought his cock out to the tip, then drove it back into the spongy heat of her pussy.

"Faster! Faster!" she cried, wriggling her ass, absorbing his powerful thrusts and feeding on his cunt-splitting cock. "Oooo, Frank! Faster!"

Frank plowed faster. He shortened his strokes, but the overpowering strength was still evident. His prick swelled, his balls, still buried in his pants, rumbling. His fingers dug into her flesh as cunt muscles grabbed his prick. "Gum, baby. Gum!"

Gretchen twisted her head around, saw the lust etched in his face. Her eyes floated for a second, then held his image locked in place. "I ammmmmmm! I'm cumminggg!" Her pussy exploded. Hot cunt-cream bathed his driving prick. She gripped the arms of the chair, her tits hanging, swinging, aching as her pussy exploded again.

His jabbing cock felt the full fury of her exploding pussy. He pounded, his prick ready to burst. The cords in his neck stretched and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Cummmm!" she screamed, her voice filling the air. "Cummm!" She battled him, using her pussy, her hips, taking him to the peak.

Frank couldn't hold out under the pressure. His balls rumbled, then erupted, spewing hot, thick, white cum through his prick. It gushed from his piss-slot, splattering the hot sticky depths of her cunt. "I'm cumminggg," he roared, his deep voice blending with her high pitched wails.

Hard demanding thrusts, backward twists, their bodies met, fused, then divided. Over and over again his cock sliced into her pussy, squirting cum. Her cunt pulsed, gulped his cum and bathed his prick in its own sweet mixture. The speed increased. Their cum blended, oozed from her hole, soaking his pants.

"Ooooo!" Her knees buckled. "Frank!" She fought her way back. Her entire body went into spasm. Swollen tittie meat banged painfully into the chair. She twisted her hips, rocked from side to side, the light of day fading as her eyes drifted into her skull.

Frank's powerful body continued to slam into Gretchen's frame in short, rapid thrusts, deep flooding squirts of cum. He began to slow, the end in sight. He refused to accept it, gritting his teeth and plunging faster.

Gretchen succumbed. She screamed, falling forward onto the chair. His cock popped from her pussy, spraying a few pearl drops on her back. She turned, sprawled on her back, legs spread, a dreamy smile on her face.

Frank looked down at her. He held his limp cock in his fist. "You're a crazy bitch."

She laughed, gasping at his sticky, dripping prick. "So are you."

"Lick me clean, baby."

"I thought you'd never ask." She pulled herself up and touched his cock. "You're all sticky with my pussy juice and your cum."

"I know. Now clean me up." He lunged toward her mouth, parting her lips with his cockhead.

She licked him like a cat catering to her young. Finished, she slipped her mouth from his limp prick. "Your wife will have to clean your pants."

Frank pulled her up. "Come on inside. We'll fuck again."

"I wonder if anyone watched," she said as she ran naked back into Frank's apartment. "I certainly hope so," she added.