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CHAPTER FIVE

"No! Absolutely not! No wife of mine is going to go out to work!"

Tom was circling the breakfast table like a caged lion. His meal sat cold and untouched in his place. He was pounding his palm with his fist, his face beet-red.

Heather remained unshaken.

"Tom, darling, you don't understand. I wasn't asking your permission. I was simply stating a fact. I'm going to work, and I start today."

He leaned his arms on the table and stared at her, flabbergasted. She was sipping at her coffee, looking unperturbed. Linda had approached her concerning how to handle Tom if he objected to her working. Just be calm and determined, she had said. It's your life, not his. Don't let him push you around.

Heather's Irish heritage, which included red hair and a temper, helped her keep her resolve. The more Tom threatened her, the more determined she became.

Tom was looking at her suspiciously. "You mean you went right ahead and applied for the job and went for the interview and accepted it, without telling me a Goddamned thing about it?!" His voice rose to a sharp crescendo. "Who the fuck's the head of his house anyway?"

"Marriage is a partnership, Tom… made up of two individuals. I'm sure if you thought about it, you wouldn't want me to be staying at home if I was unhappy with that. Which I am."

"What are you up to, Heather?" His voice was calmer now, but it seethed with repressed emotion. The thought of his wife going to work chipped at the very core of his security.

"I'm not up to anything, Tom. I want to make my life more interesting, that's all."

"And what kind of job have you got that's so much more Goddamned interesting than being a good wife?"

"I'm going to be a hostess at Vesuvio's Lobster Grotto."

"A waitress?" he laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. "A waitress! What's so fucking interesting about being a waitress?"

"I'm not going to be a waitress. I'll show people to their seats, make sure everything is running smoothly. I'll be like the head girl."

Again he looked suspicious. "How come you got to be head girl? All the experience you've ever had is two months in a hamburger joint! Oh, I've got it. The boss likes redheads with big tits, right?"

Heather was finding it more and more difficult to control her anger. Tears of rage were brimming her eyes. "You think you're so Goddamned smart! You think you're the only person in this house who can make money!? Well, I happen to have a couple of brains in my head, if you haven't noticed. Maybe Mr. Martin chose me because he saw I had potential."

"Yes, I bet he saw potential. The potential for sticking you with his fat prick in the back room one night!"

Heather rose to her feet. She was glaring at her husband, her face hovering only a couple of inches from his. "How dare you? How dare you! So that's all you've been thinking of me all these years! That all I'm good for is an easy lay. Well, I'll show you, mister! I'll show you!"

"Well, you'll have to show somebody else! Because I won't be here when you get home tonight!" He grabbed his hat and jacket and stormed out of the house.

For a moment, Heather was tempted to go after him. Was he really going tp leave her? But her Irish pride held her back. "I'm not apologizing to that bugger," she murmured vindictively. "He'll be back. He needs me too much. He'll be back with his tail between his legs."

Her first day at work took Heather's mind off her troubles at home. The day seemed to fly by. When she got back from work that night, Tom was sitting in the living room, waiting for her. They made an uneasy truce. He was willing to let her have a try at working. He was sure she wouldn't like it, but if that was what she wanted, well, she could have it. He didn't want her to be unhappy.

They kissed and made up. But they didn't fuck. Not for ten whole days.

Heather was getting unbearably horny. She was tempted to go over and visit the Whitcombs'. But work restricted her time schedule. When she wasn't at work, Tom was usually at home, too. She could hardly go over to Linda and Jake's for a quick fuck with her husband sitting right at home. Too dangerous.

But the frustrated redhead was getting close to the point of desperation.

On the tenth day of her enforced celibacy, Heather was busily at work serving the dinner-hour rush. As things began to slacken off, she could pay more attention to the people that came in. She noticed one table of young businessmen seemed to be paying a good deal of attention to her. One man among them, a handsome blond about thirty, was a regular customer. She returned his smiles as she passed back and forth in front of their booth.

It was almost Heather's quitting time, and she was tired. She was ready to get off her feet. She didn't notice when the table of young businessmen rose to leave. But she was surprised to find that her regular customer had remained behind.

"Hey, Heather," he called out to her as she walked past. She wasn't surprised that he knew her name. She wore it plainly displayed on the bosom of her flattering black sheath dress.

"Yes, may I help you, sir?" Her question was formal, but there was a twinkle in her eye. He was very handsome, and she felt unusually responsive to his self-confident masculinity.

He grinned. "I sure hope so. I was wondering if you might like to have a drink with me after work. I'd be glad to pick you up after you finish."

"I finish in ten minutes," she answered without thinking.

"Good." He seemed to assume a date had been made. Heather hadn't really intended to give that impression… but then again, she was intrigued. She was full of energy, full of need. She needed something to happen to her.

When she had finished work, she gathered up her coat and her handbag from the back room and went out to meet the man. Only now did she realize she didn't even know his name.

"Brad Clayborne," he told her when she was standing in front of him. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Heather."

Despite her heart-fluttering excitement, Heather had to be practical. "I can't stay long. I have someone waiting for me at home."

"Like your husband?" he asked, his eyebrows arching as he looked meaningfully at the ring on her left hand.

"Yes… like my husband."

She suffered a moment's guilt. But when she realized that her mated state didn't bother Brad, she brushed the feeling off. It wasn't as if she was really running around on Tom. She was just going to have one drink with a very nice young man.

"Why don't we have a drink here? Then we don't have to worry about time. My car's right outside. I can drive straight home afterwards."

They sat in a dark booth in the bar and talked. The conversation was thick with courting ritual, pregnant with suppressed passion. The more they talked to each other, the more wine they drank, the more electric became the attraction between them.

"You're a beautiful woman, Heather." His hand snaked under the table and stroked her thigh through her dress. "The most beautiful I've ever seep. I've always had a weakness for redheads."

"Have you?"

She felt stupid, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. She was lost in his deep blue eyes, in the softness of his touch as his hand caressed her thighs. She was vaguely aware that he was working her dress gradually up over her leg. When his fingers finally brushed her bare flesh, she moaned.

"Ooooohh!"

She closed her eyes for a moment. The intensity of her own desire overwhelmed her. That gentle touch on her leg made her whole being pulse with need. Already she could feel her pussy-lips flaring open, becoming wet with passion, with hunger for cock.

"You're a very nice person, Brad," she said, her full red lips tilted up towards him, begging to be kissed whether Heather knew it or not.

Brad obliged her hunger by closing his mouth eagerly over hers, by shooting his tongue deep inside. At the same time, his finger grazed over her pussy-mound through the thin film of her panties. He could feel his cock growing large, engorged with blood, as her tongue dueled with his own, urging him on.

She was begging for it.

And Brad wasn't one to disappoint a lady.

"Let's go outside, Heather. We can talk better there. It's getting stuffy in here anyway."

Wordlessly, she took his hand and followed him out of the bar. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Heather knew she was playing with fire. Knew she was well on the way to becoming what she had called Jake a couple of weeks ago "an adulterer".

But the word didn't mean anything to her any more.

Her sole priority at the moment was the aching need down in her hungry little cunt. She didn't know how it could happen. She had to be getting home.

But she wanted it to happen. She wanted to feel this blond man's cock in her pussy!

They headed for the back part of the parking lot, where Heather had parked her car when she arrived at work, before the lunch-hour. Now the lot was full of cars. It was dark where Heather's car was. It took her a while to find it.

"Mmmmm, nice and dark back here."

Brad cupped her face in his hands and lowered his mouth onto hers. His tongue searched her mouth hungrily, demanding she respond to him.

"Uuhhh, mmmm!" Far from fighting him, Heather was easy prey for his tantalizing passion. She lay her purse and coat on the hood of the car and abandoned herself to his kiss.

Just a few minutes more, she thought. Just one more kiss.

She might have kept her resolve if Brad hadn't pulled up her skirt and slipped a hand in between her thighs.

"Ooooohhh… oooohh, Brad!" Her voice was a low, urgent croon. It fired the seeds of the man's lust. He had to fuck this beautiful redhead!

"Uuuuhhh!" she cried when his hand found her panties and worked its way inside. "Aaaaiieeee!" His fingertips on her clitoris had the effect of an electrical charge. Her whole body trembled with seething, naked desire.

"Do you want it, baby? Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered.

Without thinking of the consequences, or of where they were, her answer came out an urgent "Yesss!" Her lips worked hungrily against his as she felt him tear away the flimsy threads of her panties. She was vaguely aware of him throwing them onto the pavement, torn and useless.

The more immediate impression was the cool, titillating rush of air on her wet pussy. It was delicious! She was going to get it! She was going to be stuffed with hard cock! Her cunt flared open in anticipation.

While one hand held the woman close to him, the other pulled down the fly of Brad's trousers and released the hard shaft of his cock. It pulsed with its own hungry anticipation. It was eager for the wet, rubbery clasp of hot pussy!

In the distance the couple could hear the voices of people walking to or from parked cars. But they ignored them. Fear of discovery was the least of their concerns at the moment. His cock and her cunt were drawn inexorably toward one another, like the opposite poles of a magnet.

He shoved his cock in between her thighs and pushed her back slightly against her car door. Then, when his cock-tip had found the yielding hole of her pussy, he shoved roughly forward.

"Ooooohhh! Oohhh, God!" She bit her shoulder to keep from crying too loud. The last thing she wanted was some misguided fool rushing to her rescue, thinking she was being murdered. But the feelings were so intense, the throbbing girth of his cock so titillating, that it was impossible for her to remain completely silent. She moaned softly as her hands clutched compulsively at his shoulders, his back, his butt muscles through his light clothes.

The angle of penetration was a little difficult, so Heather spread her legs wide to give him easier access to her greedy pussy. She felt totally wanton, totally whorish, to be fucking a near-stranger in a restaurant parking lot like this. But the mere awareness of her own debauchery made her feel even more salaciously aroused. She liked indulging her needs like this. She loved pleasure. She hated being frustrated and horny!

The excitement of being totally perverted. Of fucking a stranger in a dark parking lot, leaning back against her own car.

Her bare butt ground against the cool metal of the car door. The sensation helped increase her arousal. She rubbed her ass purposely harder backward, before grinding her pelvis up each time, to swallow the hard rubbery shaft of his cock.

"Shit, that's the way, baby! Squirm that little ass of yours!" Brad had never met a woman like the pretty restaurant hostess. She was acting like she had never been fucked before in her life. But he suspected the truth was that she was this way every time she got screwed.

She just plain loved to fuck!

That was the kind of woman he liked. One who was willing to get it on with him, with few preliminaries, in unusual places with no questions asked and no plans made. It excited him fucking this beauty senseless standing up in a parking lot, while her husband was waiting at home for her. Maybe thinking she had had a flat tire somewhere along the way.

When all she really had was a hot twat!

He reached down and clutched Heather's ass-cheeks. His fingers massaged the firm, wriggling mounds while his cock fucked rhythmically up into her pussy. He loved the way she was working at it, like he was. No passive fuck, this lady. She put her heart and soul into what she was doing.

Her saucy ass muscles were fucking him as much as he was fucking her.

"Oh, Christ, that feels good," she grunted, teeth clenched. "Shit, I wanted you so bad, Brad! Your cock feels so good in me!"

Her obscene words goaded the man on. He would have liked to keep on fucking her for hours and hours, to try it every which way, until she was too tired to move. But he realized the sooner or later, if they kept on like this, they would be discovered. After all, they were outside, only a few yards away from a busy thoroughfare. He began to ream her hard and deep, with the intention of bringing them both to climax.

"Oh… oh… oooohhh! Mmmmm, Brad, you're… Oooohhhhh!"

Heather was out of her mind with passion. Her cunt was throbbing, sending agonizing pleasure signals throughout her gyrating body. She knew she was on the way to a big orgasm, and she began to work mightily to meet it. Planting her splayed feet firmly on the ground, she slammed her pussy again and again up to meet his cock.

The feelings became more and more intense, more and more unavoidable, until at last she was carried beyond herself… beyond consciousness.

"Uuuuhhh! Ooooohhh! Mmmm, darling!"

By the faint trancelike contentment in her voice, by the sudden relaxation of her tense muscles, Brad knew she was cumming. The thought titillated him. This horny broad was getting it off, screwing standing up in a city parking lot. It was the most daring encounter he had ever been involved in. His balls were swelling with the excitement of the occasion.

"Jee-zuz! Christ, woman, I'm doing it! I'm filling your sweet twat with my load!" Brad couldn't remember ever cumming so long or so copiously. This sexy redhead seemed to have sucked the residue of his sperm right out of him. He was empty, pumped dry.

But content.

Brad had just enjoyed the fuck of a lifetime.

When Heather finally opened her eyes to look at her stranger-lover, her face was wreathed in a lazy, sensual grin. She looked smug, pleased with herself.

"Feel good?" he asked her.

"Mmmmi-hmm!"

They kissed a long, languorous good-bye. Then they parted, with a vague promise to get together again sometime. As she drove home, Heather realized with some surprise that she did not feel at all used or abused. It did not matter to her that she might never see Brad again.

They had shared a happening. And it had been worth it. Oh, yes!

Her cunt was tinging happily. She hummed along with the music on the car radio. Heather felt like a grown-up woman for the first time in her life. She was living for herself, enjoying herself, just plain good experiencing life.

There was a rude awakening waiting for her in her living room. Tom was sitting in his favorite armchair, his face drawn and tense. Obviously he had been expecting her, and she had not fulfilled his expectations.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"Oh, I stopped for a drink with a couple of the girls on the way home. I lost track of the time."

"You know I've been waiting for you for an hour and a half?"

"I left your dinner in the icebox, Tom. Didn't you find my note?"

"Yes, I found it. But I was going to surprise you. I was going to take you out for dinner. I wanted to [missing text]." [Missing text] serious trouble. Yet neither one wanted to be the first to suggest drastic measures, such as separation. Though their sex life had come to a standstill, they continued to tolerate one another.

Both remembered the good times. And both secretly hoped that some miracle would bring them back.

Heather was making friends through her work. She often went to parties after work, with fellow workers or restaurant patrons. The redhead knew she had acquired a reputation as an "easy lay". But it didn't bother her. She was getting what she wanted, and so were the men who talked about her.

Monday evenings were often slow. Heather usually spent them at home, alone, while Tom worked till eleven or twelve.

It was almost quitting time, and she was not looking forward to another lonely Monday evening. If only something would happen. The last customers to come in before she left the restaurant were a couple of handsome, well-dressed men in their thirties. She took them to the best table and smiled encouragingly at them. They returned her smiles, but seemed more interested in getting into serious conversation between themselves.

Heather left them alone, but when she was off-duty, she decided to make one last bid. She poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat in a corner table, where she was clearly visible to the two men.

She watched them carefully. It did not take long for them to notice her scrutiny. At first she was afraid they were going to ignore her. But at last the taller of the two came over to her table.

"Good evening."

"Hello."

"My friend and I have been sitting over there admiring you. We were wondering if you would like to join us at a little private party."

She tried to look indecisive. Inside, she was thrilled. She had never been picked up by two men at once. The idea appealed to her prurient nature.

"Why… that's very nice of you. I don't know if I should. I had some things to do tonight."

His smile told her he knew her game and was willing to play it. "Won't they wait? Come on. We're fun guys, honest. My name's Steve. My friend's Dave. We're from Detroit, and we just have this one night left here in town. We want to make it something to remember."

She gave him a slow, languorous once-over. Since she had begun to indulge her sexuality, Heather's manner had changed. She had become much more relaxed, more sensual with men. Men had always turned on to her, now she was returning the compliment.

Her manner said she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

"Well… okay. You do look like fun guys." Her big eyes flashed at him as she rose from her table.

"Swell. Come on over and meet Dave."

Heather sat with the two men until they had finished their meals. Then they went outside. Dave hailed a cab. He had it stop at a liquor store while he went inside and picked up a bottle of Scotch. Then he directed it to a posh uptown hotel.

Heather was impressed with their room. It was large and sumptuous. She imagined it must be costing them a pretty penny. Though she hadn't really expected anyone else to be there, for appearance sake she expressed surprise that they were alone.

"I thought you said there was going to be a party?"

Steve came up to her and put his arm around her. He was a handsome, strongly built man. His grip was firm. It excited anticipatory tingles of lust in the redhead's cunt.

"I said a private party. And what's more private than a party of three?"

"A party of two?"

She giggled and the men joined her. Dave poured them drinks in plastic hotel tumblers. The two men stroked her and kissed her as they all sat on the end of the bed and talked.

Heather was feeling extremely turned on by her perverse daring. She realized it had been a little foolhardy to go off with two men. It could have resulted in something she couldn't handle. But she trusted her feeling for people. She had these two guys sized up as nice rugged family men who needed a little fresh pussy every now and then.

The thought of giving them some red-hot memories to take back to Detroit tickled her fancy. She would enjoy telling telling Linda what an adventuress she had been. It would turn Linda on, and turn her on to tell her. She didn't see Linda very often, but her blonde neighbor was the only one she could confide in nowadays. The only one she could trust with her secret life.

When they had finished half the fifth of Scotch, they were all feeling pleasantly giddy. Uninhibited and sexy. Heather enjoyed pawing at the two men's crotches while they felt up her tits and planted kisses on either side of her neck.

"Mmmmm, that's nice."

She could feel the goosebumps standing out all over her skin. The idea of being played with by two strong sexy men made her cunt quiver inside her panties. This was going to be an interesting evening.

"Why don't you boys undress me?"

Her suggestion was disgustingly wanton, she knew. And for that reason, it made the pussy-juice start flowing from her cunt. She wanted to be a sex object tonight. She wanted to fulfill the men's fantasies, and her own.

She stood up and let the two men remove her clothes. She smiled encouragingly down at them as they pulled off her pretty low-cut dress, her bra and her panties. She liked to wear a garter and stockings to work. She found it cooler, and sexier, than pantyhose. They left those on. Along with her shoes.

The two men stood back and surveyed their handiwork. They wolf-whistled in lustful unison.

"She looks damned sexy that way, doesn't she? I've always had a thing for women in garters and high heels."

"Yeah, man. We really fucked out tonight, Dave. And look at those fingernails. Bright-red, like her mouth. She's a sexy baby."

"No shit! Let me at her!"

While they looked at her, Heather had been running her hands over her smooth belly and round, upthrust tits. Her bright-red fingertips warned tantalizingly over her creamy-white flesh. She could see it excited them to watch her playing with herself. It didn't last long, though. They pushed her back down onto the bed.

Dave began to suck on her tits, first one, then the other. They were swollen and rock-hard within seconds. Steve buried his head between her thighs and opened the tender flanges of her cunt-lips. He was surprised and delighted when she spread her legs wide, giving him ready access to her craving pussy. He extended his tongue and swirled it around her clitoris. Her response was exactly what he had hoped for.

"Oooooh, God, you're doing such good things to me, lovers! Mmmm, yessss!"

She had a hand on each of their heads, stroking them, encouraging them. She was enjoying the luxury of having two men cater to her every need. Two cocks to keep her satisfied.

"Oh, darlings, get naked! I want to see you naked too!"

Obligingly, the men rose to their feet and quickly stripped off their clothing. Heather watched them, awestruck, eager for her first glimpse of their cocks. She wanted to see the instruments of tonight's pleasure!

Her eyes grew wide as they stood facing her. Both their cocks were half-hard. Dave's was incredibly thick. Her pussy throbbed at the prospect of feeling something so filling up inside. Steve's prick was long and slender. She knew it would have no trouble scraping the tip of her cervix. He would fuck her deep.

"Uuuuuhh," she grunted abandonly as she stretched out on the bed. "You're such good looking men. I can hardly wait to feel you fuck me! Play with me, lovers!"

The two men responded at once to her lewd suggestion. This time, Dave positioned himself between her thighs while Steve sucked on her swollen jugs. She ran her red-nailed hands over her belly lustfully while her body responded to the electric charges of their skilled caresses.

The person she had beep a few weeks ago would never have recognized Heather today. She had become totally abandoned, totally self-seeking in her sexuality. She loved the depraved thrill of being a whore in front of strangers like this, of showing these older men just how wanton a woman could be. She intended to make them pay for their lesson, too. They would have to satisfy her, serve her every want and need.

She scarcely thought of her husband in a sexual way any more. They never fucked. And she knew she could get what she needed elsewhere. She was enjoying herself, as she had never done before. She was enjoying the life of an amateur whore.

"Jee-zuz, you've got beautiful tits!"

Steve's lips labored tirelessly over her firm, taut tits.

"Oooohhh, yesss! Suck my titties like that! Eat my pussy! Jee-zuz, you boys are making me so hot!"

She was writhing wantonly on the bed, her eyes closed, her face wreathed in a sensual grin. Heather was in her element. She was expressing herself sexually. She was going to get fucked… by two big cocks!

"Mmmmm, sweet-tasting pussy!" Dave grunted as he worked eagerly between her wide-splayed thighs. "Shit, it makes my cock rock-hard just to smell your cunt, baby! You're ready for it, aren't you?" His tongue swirled around and around the fleshy bud of her clitoris, bringing it to stiff arousal. He loved the sound of her wanton groans that grew higher and more catlike the longer he licked.

"Oh, God, yessss! I'm ready for it! I need cock! I need it!"

Heather began to hump her hips upward, into Dave's face. Her movements were unmistakable. She was begging to be fucked.

The men looked at each other across the smooth hills and valleys of her naked body. They smiled. It was time. And they each knew exactly what they wanted to do.

Working in lustful unison, the two men turned the mewling redhead over onto hands and knees. Dave moved in behind her. Steve's target was her face. He pressed his spongy cock-head roughly against her lips.

"That's for you, baby! Come on! Suck it!"

Obediently, with slavish enthusiasm, she opened her mouth and took his long prick deep into the back of her throat. She began to suck hungrily, at the same time wriggling her ass backward. She had not forgotten Dave and his thick prick.

"Mmmmm! Aaaggghhhh!"

While she sucked on Steve's cock, Dave's cock soared deep up into her hot, greedy twat. She could feel it spreading the rubbery folds of her cunt wide. The sensation was intoxicating. She felt faint with arousal. It was so obscene, so titillating, to be servicing two strangers like this! Once Dave's cock had penetrated her pussy as deep as it would go, she began to chum her buttocks, urging him to start fucking.

Dave picked up on Heather's eagerness at once. Gripping her ass-cheeks firmly, she began to fuck into her with hard relentless strokes. He loved the way her pussy muscles nibbled on his swollen rod. Her cunt-caresses were driving him wild. His cock was pulsing like a giant heart-beat. And what it was radiating was pure pleasure.

"Oooohh! It's sooo exciting!"

Her wails escaped from around Steve's cock, which was stroking smoothly in and out of her mouth. The erotic feel of Dave's cock reaming her cunt was driving her to suck more salaciously on Steve's burgeoning tool.

She felt like a wanton whore. And she loved it! Her body was beautifully filled, in two places. The pleasure-darts crossing and ricocheting through her body robbed her mind of all thought. And filled her being with the boundless energy of sexual hunger.

Slam! Her buttocks thrust back against Dave's loins. Over and over again. While her lips worked greedily on the slick shaft of Steve's cock. She felt she had never really got into sucking a cock before. But now, with one prick working in and out of her pussy, she felt more wantonly aroused than ever before in her life. Sucking a cock while she was getting fucked was so damned satisfying! It was like a pacifier a pacifier that throbbed and thrilled.

"Uuuuhhh! Jee-zuz!" Steve could not believe the way the woman's lips were nibbling and lapping at his cock. The sensations were like nothing he had ever known before. His whole body was focused on his cock with her mouth and the pleasure-charges passing between them. He coiled his fingers in her shiny red hair and guided her head-bobbing. "Oh, yeah! Do it, baby! Do it!"

Dave smiled across the kneeling woman's back at his friend. It was a fulfilling experience to share an erotic fantasy with a good friend. To use the woman's body for their mutual satisfaction… both at the same time. Dave could see Steve was getting really hot. He knew his own face must betray the same overwhelming lust. He had never been this excited in his life. And that was saying something! Dave had fucked women from Portsmouth to Carmel, and the redheaded Heather had just taken number-one spot in his tally of incredible fucks.

"She's a winner, Steve! Uh, man! It's good!"

"Ooooohhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

Suddenly from amid the endless chanting of sexual enjoyment there arose from Heather's throat the shrieking confession of orgasm.

"Aaaaaiiieeee! I'm cummmmingggg!"

Even as her ass slapped back at Dave's loins, her mouth came back to suck hungrily on Steve's cock. Her whole body was doing weird climactic flip-flops, but she wasn't going to give up. She was going to keep dealing pleasure to these two wonderful cocks!

"What a woman!" Steve enthused, fighting against the urge to cum with her. He wanted more of her before he'd be ready to give up his load.

Dave didn't have the same willpower. Either that, or the clenching spasms of Heather's gripping cunt were just more than any man could resist. He began to shoot long hot jets of sperm deep into her pussy. "Hey, baby! I'm giving it to you!"

Her cunt-muscles continued to caress his cock as it began to grow soft inside her. It was a wonderfully soothing sensation, a balm after the intense spurt of release.

When he had filled her up, Dave stretched out beside her on the bed, recovering from the pleasure-agony of letting go. No sooner had his cock left her cunt than Steve's cock left Heather's mouth. The big man was excited. He wanted some pussy, too. Mouth was good, but, for him, pussy was better!

While Dave watched awestruck, Steve buried his long cock to the hilt in her cum-lubricated cunt.

"Uuuuhhh! Gooddd!" Despite the intensity of her climax, Heather was ready and eager for more. She had been a little disappointed when Dave came in her. She wanted to be fucked senseless tonight. Now she enjoyed the perversity of having that sweet cum up in her cunt, and having a hard cock there, too.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Steve!"

Now her mouth was missing something. She missed the erotic feel of a nice smooth cock moving in between her lips. She wanted to taste Dave's cock, with the combined taste of his cum and her juice still fresh on its soft surface.

She looked wide-eyed over at the reclining Dave. "Come on, Dave. Let me suck your cock now."

Dave was amazed. He had not expected this wild redhead to go so far as to suck his cock when it was covered with cum and twat-juice. She was really something. She liked it all!

He turned himself around on the bed, so his cock lay in front of her face. This way, he also had a great view of Steve's long cock sawing in and out of her clutching cunt. He groaned low when her mouth closed around his flaccid staff. He could tell by the titillating way her mouth was playing with it, his cock wouldn't be soft for long!

"Mmmmmm!" She sucked like a starving child while her ass thrust back to meet Steve's long impaling strokes. She had been right about his cock. It rammed her deep. She could feel the tip slamming against her cervix on every in stroke. A delicious sensation!

Steve did not mind being the second man inside her twat tonight! It was slick inside with Dave's aim. It was like fucking into a glove filled with butter. The tingles invading his every nerve-ending were becoming more and more compelling. He thought he could feel his cock growing, getting ready to fill her greedy hole for the second time.

"Oooohh, lovers! You're so good to me! I love your cocks! Mmmm! Ooooohhh!" Heather was delirious with passion. She had never had two men make love to her at once before. The advantages were obvious. She would get fucked at least twice as often. And she felt twice as aroused. She enjoyed bringing pleasure to these two handsome men at once.

Just as Dave had predicted, his cock was rapidly swelling once again to rock-hardness. Her mouth was nibbling tantalizingly on his smooth cockhead. Her tongue tabbed provocatively at the ridge separating knob and shaft. Her whole mouth felt so hot and stimulating. What man could resist all this?

The large sumptuous hotel room seemed to have shrunk to the size of the bed. All three orgiasts were feeling at the moment as if the world began and ended on the outer reaches of the mattress. They were totally involved in one another and in the sexual atmosphere that hung heavy in the room.

Grunts and groans and the slap of flesh on flesh accompanied their tireless erotic symphony. The men's cocks swelled with hunger. The woman's mouth and pussy grew to accommodate them.

"Oh, lovers! Darling men! Screw me! Ahh, Jee-zuz! I'm cumming again!"

This time she was carried right off in a heady wave of overflowing release. Her whole body relaxed completely. She became a puppet to the two stroking cocks. The men had to hold her up to keep pumping into her.

Steve had reached his own pinnacle and he let himself climb with her. "I'm cumming with you, baby! Yeahhh!" He slammed his jetting cock far inside and held it there a moment. Then he worked slowly back and forth once again, getting out the last drops of jizz.

Even Dave could not resist the lure of the others euphoria. For the second time that evening, he filled the woman's belly with his potent cum. Only this time through her mouth, instead of her pussy.

All too soon, the time came for Heather to leave.

"Can't you stay just a little longer?" Steve pleaded.

"I'd like to… but I can't." She looked sad as she slowly put on her clothes. "You guys were wonderful. I'll never forget you. But I've got to get home."

Tom was home when Heather arrived. He was drunk. She was disgusted. She couldn't stand Tom when he was that way. To her surprise, he reached out and tried to grab her as she headed for the bedroom.

"Hey, hold on, sweetheart! Haven't you got a little kiss for your loving husband? It's been a long time, baby. A hot twat like you… you must be hungry for it. Why don't you and me get it on tonight, huh?"

Heather was horror-struck. Tonight of all nights, Tom was going to try to get sexy with her! She mustn't let him feel her cunt. He'd know for sure what she had been up to. She pulled away from him and hurried into the bedroom. He followed.

"Hey, what's the matter? I'm not good enough for ya?" His eyes narrowed. "Or maybe you've already had your cock for tonight? These girls you're always going out with… maybe they've got long stiff cocks, huh?"

She tried to look weary, bored. "Don't be silly, Tom. You're drunk. Why don't we just go to sleep, okay? We've both had a long day."

Before she could finish taking off her dress, he tackled her and knocked her onto the bed. He tried to push her skirt up over her hips and grab for her panties. With a mighty effort, the redhead broke free and hurried into the adjoining bathroom. She secured the door behind her.

His knocks were loud and insistent. "Let me in! Come on, you little whore! How's about some pussy for your husband for a change?"

When she didn't answer, he gave up. The bedroom was silent. Just to be safe, Heather waited a half-hour before venturing out of the bathroom.

Tom was sprawled on the bed, sound asleep. She pushed him gently aside and crawled under the covers. She fell asleep almost immediately.

Her dreams were sweet.