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CHAPTER THREE

It was a little past six when Kerry Wilson came through the front door of his home and, as always, Pam was waiting for him. Deliciously. He closed the door behind him and looked his wife up and down, his eyes starting to glow. "Missed you," she husked, extending her arms. "Really missed you." Her dark hair was piled up on her head, a lacy white ribbon twined among the girls, wispy ringlets hanging with apparent unconcern. Besides the white ribbon, Pam was wearing only a pair of thigh-top stockings, low-heeled shoes that lifted her eyes into direct line with her husband's, and four drops of Jean Nate perfume.

"One of these days I'm gonna surprise you," he told her. "I'll bring home some of the guys from work and there you'll be, all decked out like the total woman or whoever. C'mere, lady!"

She'd gotten the idea from one of those anti-women's lib books on how to be a passive, delightful wife. The philosophy was crap, in general, Pamela thought, but some of the hints for being sexier and more appealing were just what the doctor ordered. Like this one. Kerry loved her all naked and cunty, and the least she could do was to give him what he loved. She melted into his arms, her mouth open and wet, planting itself upon his.

Mmmmm! She could taste booze, on his breath. He'd probably stopped after work for a couple of boilermakers with, some of his friends. A few drinks always made him super-horny, and when he got super-horny… She rubbed her crotch against him, felt his cock grow inside his pants. Her arms laced around him and she kept rubbing. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he began to suck lasciviously. Did that give him the right idea? Oh, she hoped so!

His cock certainly had the right idea! It was up big and fierce in his pants, straining to be free. He was holding her by the ass, fingers active in her crack, and he began to stroke her pussy from behind as she leaned even closer, tying her legs and arms around him, splitting herself wider. They were sucking the breath out of one another's lungs now, and her lips and chest ached from the passion of the kiss. Moaning low, Pam forced her mouth from his.

"What do you want to do?" he asked. "Fuck first, or eat supper first?"

Pam smirked. It was an old routine with them. "Oh, whatever you want," she sighed, "but supper isn't ready."

He laughed, and his hands flew to her big, bouncy tits.

She wasn't sure how long it took them to wind up on the fake-fur rug before the fireplace, and she didn't really remember undressing Kerry but there were his clothes, scattered from the doorway to the rug, and here he was, minus those clothes, his dick thrust up in giant erection, her small hot fists wrapped around the shaft as she eyed the beauty of his swollen purplish knob.

He was sitting up, his legs far apart, and Pam was on her hands and knees between his legs, using, her eyes alone to make passionate love to her husband's pecker. "Do it," he panted, "do it for me, babe!"

She tightened her fists on him, squeezing till the end of his dick grew moist and slippery with escaping pre-cum fluid, and then she began to lick him.

Slowly, very slowly, her tongue gliding across the tip of Kerry's rod like a movie being projected at two frames per second. She let her tongue meld with the throbbing spongy glans of his cock, and she treated herself to the excitement of his taste, of his male heat.

"Yeah!" he gasped, trying to fuck himself up into her mouth; "Don't stop now!"

She had no intention of stopping. Pam licked him again, the tip and the highly sensitive portion of the shaft just beneath the knob, and then she took his crown into her mouth and started sucking it with loud, greedy smacks and slurps. Her hands kept steady for a moment, but she couldn't hold them in place forever. Almost without knowing it, she found her fists beginning to slide erotically on his dong, rising and failing up and down the hard throbbing column. She could feel, too, Kerry's pulse beating inside his cock, beating at an ever-increasing tempo that certainly matched her own heartbeat, and she took her hands away quickly, freeing all his cock for her mouth.

Tongue swirling around and around inside her mouth, Pam lowered her head on Kerry until nearly all his dick was encased in her warm wet cavern. She heard him groan, and a little purring noise escaped her lips, vibrating around the almost totally immersed eight-inch tool. Pam cupped his balls neatly in one hand, planted the other amid the hair on her husband's chest, fingertips just brushing one of his nipples. It was the left nipple, and she could feel his heart pounding inside him, matching exactly the pulse that shivered and raced against her flying tongue, transmitted through the hot club of his cock.

Pam moved slightly as she pulled on his rod with her lips, and she managed to plant her snatch upon one of Kerry's bare feet. He was really into being sucked right now, but he wasn't selfish about it. As soon as he felt her pussy hair grazing his toes, he got the idea. His big toe traced the line of her gash as Pam rocked her cunt to help out that toe, and then he was in her, wiggling like crazy, and thank God he kept his toenails in good order! She pumped her pussy vigorously on his toe, squeezing him with every cuntal muscle she possessed, and her clit began to throb excitedly, pulsating almost as fast as Kerry's cock was pulsating inside her mouth. Time to get cracking, she thought.

"Ahhhh – Jeeeesussss!" Kerry bellowed from deep in his guts as Pam began to move her head up and down his dick in fast sweeping plunges and lifts. She rammed down, swallowing nearly all of him in her evidently bottomless gullet, cheeks pulled in tight to make the suction a memory worth treasuring, and she lifted, freeing all of hit cock except the tip, which she nursed between her pursed, pouting lips, tongue flying around and around and around the swollen knobby crown. She used her tongue on his cum slit, she made her teeth gnaw with just the right amount of careless sadistic pressure on the sensitive ridge of his knob, she squeezed his balls in a constantly varying one-two-three rhythm that made the big stones rock and roll like bearings inside their tight sac.

He thrust up with his toe in her cunt, and she wished he could get his entire foot inside. But – if not a foot, she was soon due to get a sweet, hot eight inches inside her, and that would have to do for the time being. Pam sucked up and down faster, even faster, and she kept her hand jiggly and unpredictable on his balls until Kerry's cock began to shake, rattle and roll in her mouth and she knew he was on the verge of shooting off.

Her hand slipped down from his chest, wrapped around the base of his dong, and she began to shuck him with her fist while her clutching lips made Goddamned sure he wasn't going to slip out now, not now! She worked herself on his fucking toe and felt warmth and cheer spreading through her pussy, oozy wetness already leaking out onto Kerry's foot. Pam stroked harder, faster, letting her fingers do the walking now, and she coaxed and pleaded with her gliding tongue, moving it back and forth across the swollen, fiery-hot knob of his dick. She began to hum, too, and it was the humming, apparently, that did the trick.

"YEAHHHHH!!" Kerry shouted, thrusting into her pussy with his toe, into her mouth with his cock. His ass started to swivel around, and having a rug here on the floor was a nice idea; it made things softer for him – for her, too, if she happened to be on the bottom when they made love here in the living room. And as he started to move, so did his cock.

It swelled even bigger inside Pamela's mouth, and her tongue made one last foray into the cum slit before the slit was suddenly and deliciously full of cum. Cum that squirted from him in hot thick lashings, cum that invaded her mouth, filled her cheeks, oozed down her gulping throat as she tried to keep up with its abundance. She could, feel it rising through his shaft as she handled him, feel it blasting into her mouth as she sucked and swallowed, and she drank greedily, knowing that he had plenty more. He was young, strong, healthy – there'd always be plenty – and it belonged to her. Exclusively.

A gout of cum dribbled from Pamela's mouth as she released him. The sticky semen trailed down her chin, clotting here and there, and she gave his cock a tight wrenching squeeze that made him cry out in a deep voice but made Goddamned sure he wouldn't go soft. Not soon, by God! Not when she needed him, wanted him, hard and stiff.

"Fuck me now," Pam trilled, lifting her pussy from his foot. She threw herself onto Kerry, cunt rising as she straightened up his pecker, cunt falling as he slid into her wet gash without the slightest difficulty. "Aaaggghhh!" Pamela screamed, romping down upon him as if she meant to suck his balls, too, up her twat. Her legs went around him and they fucked, Kerry still sitting up, Pam sitting on Kerry, and though the position didn't give them much freedom of movement, neither of them needed to move. She'd already blown his nuts for him, and now all she required was the steady, filling presence of his hard rod, glutting her tight cunt with its thick male bone.

The pleasure built in her womb, and Pam leaned back, her large, big-nippled tits lifting. They wobbled dramatically as her breath quickened, and Kerry was swift to dart in, his tongue and lips hungry for her boobs. Pam threw back her head, as he started suckling one nipple, and she ground her pussy down upon his loins, gobbling up the full stiff length of his pecker. Her mouth opened – the same kind of red-lipped oval thar had swallowed his cock not long ago – but this time her mouth was agape for her own selfish sake. She trilled a cry of gratification and her pink tongue fluttered in the air.

"Ohhhh yessss!" she squealed, and her pussy melted around him, hot snatch honey flooding her twat, coating the rod that filled her hole. She felt her nipples burst aflame, one of them in Kerry's mouth, the other trapped between his thumb and finger, and she wrapped her arms around him, smothering bet husband between those hot, sweat-moist boobs as she rocked in tiny but telling spasms on his stiff prick. She scissored on him with her clutching legs until her clit surrendered in abject exhaustion, and then she seemed to melt, just as her pussy had already melted. Warm and damp and sweet-smelling and full of love, Pamela Wilson embraced her husband, hugging him, kissing him, petting him, until his cock finally grew soft inside her.

"It's nice to have you home," she said at last.

"It's damned nice to be here," he replied. "Is this the treatment you always give guests?"

A quick shower seemed in order, and it seemed just as much in order to save water by bathing together. Or so it seemed, until they both squeezed into the tightness of the shower stall and Pam turned on the water, her lush ass bumping accidentally into her husband's crotch. "Uh-oh," she said, "I think you're getting out of control."

She turned swiftly, just in time to see his cock spring up. How could two people shower at the same time, anyway? Especially when one of them had the biggest hard-on she'd seen all day and the other one of the pair was quite hungry for that big hard-on? Every time they took a bath together this problem seemed to come up. Well, there was a surefire, never-miss answer. She took him up her pussy tube again, and it was a real kick to feel him all hard and stiff inside her while they soaped one another's bodies and sucked one another's tongues. He especially seemed to enjoy washing her tits. "Maybe I'll get you a pair for Christmas," she teased.

"What's this?" he said, rinsing soapsuds away with his hand. Pam looked down. She couldn't see anything. "A bruise," he said. "On the underside of your cutest titty. Black and blue mark, about the size of a fifty-cent piece."

"Oh." Pam tried to collect her thoughts, come up with a believable story. "I bumped myself today," she said, "while I was getting a bra out of the dresser."

"You ought to take better care of yourself," he said. "After all, you belong to me. Here. Let me kiss your little hurt and make it feel better." And, without breaking the cock-cunt insertion, he stooped, lifting her tit, and he lovingly kissed the bruise he'd discovered. Would he, she thought, be kissing my tit if he knew that he was the fourth man to kiss it today?

He was stiff as a board when she wiggled out of his grasp and left him standing in the shower. "Come back here!" he shouted. "You can't leave me in this condition. It's un-American! I knew this state should never have ratified the ERA. It's given women a blank check to destroy us men."

Pam stuck out her tongue as she dried herself and slipped into a short Japanese robe. "Follow me," she said. "I have plans for that disgusting specimen of your macho illusions. To the kitchen, about-to-be-destroyed male chauvinist! To the kitchen!"

When he came out she was in the kitchen. The steaks were broiling and Pam was busy tossing a salad. The French fries and anion rings were almost ready to come out of the oven, and a lovely dinner would soon be on the table. "You look obscene," she told her husband, pointing to the awkward distension of his short housecoat, distended where his cock thrust out in unsatisfied erection. "Obscene, but lovable. Come here. I want you to fuck me while I cut up the vegetables."

She leaned forward, her ass lifting slightly. Kerry grinned and hurried to join her. He pulled up the tail of her robe, and for a moment he was content to fondle her bare ass, tracing the curvature of her hips, sliding his finger up and down her crack. "This is a new one, isn't it?" he wondered, opening his robe so that his cock could bounce forth, free and ready.

"Not really," Pam replied. "I remember at least one time you balled me at the stove while I was stirring the chili. Of course, you were a lot younger and more virile then. I figured I'd let you off easy this eveningggggg-uullllpppp!"

He was in her then, driving his cock fast and hard and deep, and Pam jerked forward each time he shot the meat to her. "I don't think I'll let you off easy," he said, skewering her with his rod.

"Goddamned good thing for you, too," she groaned, dropping the knife and a half-sliced radish. Pam grabbed the rim of the table and braced herself, ass wiggling and twitching every time he filled her with his dong. "Maybe you're, not over the hill after all," she said huskily.

"Who the hell said I was?" he wanted to know. Kerry grabbed his wife by the ivory curves of her buttocks and began to work her rhythmically while he fucked. As if Pam needed the slightest bit of assistance! She was bucking at him like a machine shoved into overdrive, and she was familiar enough with her subconscious to know that some of it was compensation to reward Kerry for the wife he didn't know about. Some, but not all. God, he was so gooooddddd, the best she'd ever found, the best she'd ever find! When he slipped her his cock, as he was doing right now, she knew that her life had purpose. Pam Wilson's mind soared as her body exulted, and she felt a quivering orgasm burst suddenly in her belly, hurtling down the tube of her cunt, exploding all around Kerry's thrusting cock.

"AAAHRHHH!" she wailed, the table jiggling as she writhed against it. There'd be no need to toss the salad, she decided, watching the bowl of sliced and chopped vegetables jerk each time she lifted onto tiptoes and sucked Kerry up her hot clutching twat.

"Take it, baby – you deserve a break today," he was quipping, still holding her firmly by the ass, ramming his meat up her tunnel. Meat! My God! She could smell the steaks cooking – they had to be taken out of the broiler at once – in just another minute they'd be overdone – Kerry liked his meat the way he liked his pussy – hot and steamy, pink and wet an the inside… "The steaks…" Pam moaned, breaking free of her husband's possessive hands and completely disimpaling herself from his prick. She heard him groan as she ran to the stove and removed the broiling pan. "Ahhh," she said, "just in time!"

When she turned around, Kerry was standing by the table where she'd left him, his face almost dead white, his cock thrust out in a blazing red erection which pointed its single eye at her in accusation. Pam was jelly from her tits to her toes, but her head was still in working order and she saw his problem at once. She'd worked herself off, cunt as juicy as the steaks they'd soon be eating, but he was still up and needed his release. Well, who could give it to him better than she could?

She moved slowly toward the table, cupping her breasts in offering, the nipples hard and pink. The sash of her robe had come untied and she was exposed fully, and the look in her husband's eyes told her that the exposure was gorgeous. He grabbed his cock and began to stroke himself passionately, his eyes full of his wife's beauty.

Pam's eyes flashed and she remembered something. "No! Don't waste it! I want to…"

She ran to the table, scooped salad into her bowl, and then she knelt before him, the bowl in one hand, his cock in the other. "What are you gonna do?" he asked, bewildered.

Pam giggled. "I'm trying a new recipe." She kissed the end of his dick, tasted the hot flavor of his sperm, and she knew that he couldn't hold back more than a few moments longer. The workout in her snatch had sapped his will power. She wrapped her hand around his rod and started stroking him quickly, her hand flying on his hot, stiff pecker. She leaned close and blew warmly across the end of him, and she felt a shiver run up his penile length. Kerry grabbed her by the head tenderly.

"I'm gonna…" he started to say, but by the time he got the words out they were totally unnecessary. His cum began to fly from the slitted end of his dong and Pam aimed him downward at the bowl of salad she held in her other hand. In moments the lettuce and endive and tomato and radish were thick and viscous with a coating of Kerry's jism.

"That's it," she encouraged, shaking his softening prick as the last few droplets of sperm fell into her salad. She looked up, smiling like a Raphael Madonna. "They say it's more nourishing titan oil and vinegar," she said, "and I know it tastes better." Her tongue appeared between her lips, just the tip of it, sliding slowly from side to side. "Tie up your robe," she added, rising. "You shouldn't come to dinner naked."

"Are you going to eat that?" he asked. "Really going to?"

Pam turned. "Why in the hell shouldn't I? I eat it from the fountain, don't I? And I think it ought to be delicious on vegetables. If it is, we'll maybe see about putting it on the market. Wilson's New Improved Salad Dressing. Drive Seven Seas and all the other companies right out of business."

He was still looking at her. With a smile, Pam mixed the cum into her salad, then daintily ate as much as she could pick up with thumb and finger.

"Mmmmm," she said. "Much better than oil and vinegar. Not so oily, not so vinegary." Before she could put down the bowl he was on her again. "The French fries and onion rings are burning," she said, "or they will be."

"Fuck 'em."

"My, my, I thought you only went for girls. Are you into vegetables too?"

He started laughing and she knew that it was over for the time being. Well, good enough. They could pick up where they'd left off when bedtime rolled around. And from the gleam in Kerry's eyes, his wife suspected that he might want to sack in a little early this evening.

Part of it was the cum for salad dressing trick. He watched her hungrily as she ate the semen-coated salad, and she ate with more relish than the vegetables deserved, licking her lips after each bite. The steak was perfect and he sawed into the rare-cooked meat, but she knew that he was thinking about and even more perfect piece of meat and how soon he could saw into it again. See? she told herself. What do you have to be ashamed of? You can give your husband all the pussy he can handle. You're not hurting him, you're certainly not hurting yourself.

And the money just kept building up. She'd spent almost none of it. Instead, it was in a savings account at a bank in the next community, picking up interest faster than she could keep track. Already her account contained five thousand dollars, and she'd only just started. A pretty nest egg, just in case they ever needed the money.

"How was your day?" she asked, pouring him another glass of red wine. He had more on his mind than red wine, she knew, and the playful caress of his hand on her bare leg proved Pam right. They might not even make it through THE BIONIC WOMAN this evening.

"Same as always. We're having trouble with one of the machines in Sector B. My last efficiency report recommended that we replace it, but nobody listened. Probably Sector B will be shut down first of next week so the mechanics can get at the problem."

Pam nodded. "I remember you telling me. What about the brass from New York? Has he arrived yet?"

Kerry shook his head. "Tomorrow, probably. The superintendent seems a little jealous because he knows that the head office is interested in me. Well, you can't blame him. He was about fifteen years on me, seniority-wise, and I'm just a fresh kid who's worked his way up from the mail room. And now, if things work out right, I'm gonna be up there, in line for his job if anything happens to him. Oh, I don't feel like talking about it. It's bad luck to wish and plan ahead of time. What kind of day did you have?"

"Oh," Pam yawned, "it was just a day, you know?"

"You look sleepy," he said.

She made a funny face.

"Well, maybe I'm the one who's sleepy, then. Why don't we go see if the box springs are living up to their guarantee, mmmm?"

"Mmmmmm."