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Paul Darrow came out of the shower and reached for a towel. God, what a day this had been! His cock was so sore, and his balls would be dry for at least a week.

He began to dry his hair, his eyes still closed, and he imaged Mrs Sherman moaning as he rammed her ass with his hard cock, and the way she'd turned around and taken his prick, still wet from fucking her up the shithole, into her mouth. She'd sucked the jism out of him, slurping away at the taste of her own asshole coating his rod.

Jesus, what a hot, slutty piece of tail Maggie was, and at her age, too! Even if she was older than his own mom, he'd fuck her again in a heartbeat if the chance ever came along.

"Hey, big stuff," a voice chirped, and he moved the towel away from his face. Beth Ann was leaning against the door. Paul felt very guilty about his thoughts and tried to make his face a mask of innocence.

"Mmmm, what's the matter, honey, you look like you had a really hard day," she added, straightening up to her full five-three and coming toward him.

The swing of her hips almost made his cock get hard again, but there was no way, Jose -he'd fucked himself ragged today, and his poor old dick needed a long vacation from suburban wives' overready pussies -even, he thought sadly, from his own wife's yummy hole.

"I have a couple of surprises for you, stud," Beth Ann leered, wresting the towel away from her husband. She eyed his naked body up and down, and she put her hand on his chest.

Her fingers toyed with his nipples. They began to stiffen as she played them, and she smiled. Her eyes dropped downward to his cock. Not again! Paul thought as she took his prick in her hand.

"This is the first surprise," Beth Ann went on, dropping to her knees before him. Sure, she'd done this the other night, when she came home from work with such a clit-on for him, but twice in one week? Jesus!

He stared at his wife as she began to lick his cock and balls. He could feel some interest stirring inside his nuts, but it was a lost cause. On the other hand, how could he explain to her that he couldn't perform today because he'd spent the afternoon fucking the ass -literally -off Mrs Milt Sherman in the woods at the city park? What a tangled web, he thought sadly.

Beth Ann wasn't listening for excuses or alibis, in any case. She was working his cock in her fingers, pulling it the way a farm girl pulls on a cow's tit to make the milk squirt out. Beth Ann Darrow had more or less the same goal in mind.

She stretched him as far as he'd go, and she slipped him into her mouth. She couldn't believe that only a few days ago she'd regarded sucking cock as such a nasty act, one which she didn't like to perform even out of love.

As her mouth filled with her husband's soft prick, she reveled in the sweet masculine flavor of him. She swallowed his soft tool to the balls, spreading her lips in an effort to get them inside too. It didn't work, of course, but it was fun to try.

"Baby, what's gotten into you?" Paul asked with a straight face.

Beth Ann looked up and giggled. she let it slide out of her mouth, covered with her drool. "This, dummy!" she said, kissing his cock. "Ooohhh, I think I've found a brand new hobby! Your cock tastes sooo good, Paul, and it makes me just want to eat ... it ... up!!!" and with that she took him back inside and she sucked for all she was worth.

Her lessons this afternoon hadn't been wasted at all. She had sucked in a lot of Don Robertson's humongous rod, and she'd finally managed to swallow, if only briefly, Milt Sherman's long thin prick. And of course she'd been making mental notes all the while she watched Sabra Robertson sucking on cock, too.

Oh, she'd had some dynamite instruction, and she was fuckin' ready to put the teaching into effect, right fuckin' now!

She gulped, and she felt the tip of Paul's rod enter her throat. If he'd been stiff she'd have been in trouble. But he _wasn't_ stiff, which meant _he_ might be in trouble, real soon, unless his meat showed some life. Still, she knew her sucking was straight to the point, and his rod began to show some point, too.

She suctioned in her cheeks and vise-gripped him, and she felt the telltale throbbing on her tongue as life began to flow into his organ. Yeah! That was more like it!

Giggling around his prick, Beth Ann sucked harder, and she could feel him stiffening more and more. She had to work her head back, for, as he hardened, he was a bit too much for her novice mouth to handle at one time.

She let him out of her mouth, and she licked and sucked up and down the tool. She nipped his cum-vein, and his rod seemed to surge and grow against her clutching teeth.

Yes! Her fingers covered his wet knob and she massaged vigorously at the big crown of her husband's cock, teasing it till she felt the warm flow of his pre-cum onto her fingers.

She moved her head up and down, in between his shower-damp legs. God, he smelled good! "Open up," she teased, "I wanna lick your balls!"

He gasped as she took his nuts into her mouth, as she worked her tongue in behind them, making a surprising stroke right toward his asshole.

"Jesus, honey, are you getting kinky on me?" he asked concernedly, as she used her hand to open his cheeks and her tongue flicked two or three times at his tight-puckered anus. She'd never done anything remotely like this before in the two years he'd known her.

He couldn't believe it was sweet Beth Ann doing this to him. Had Maggie Sherman or Sabra Robertson sneaked into the house and switched bodies with his innocent young wife?

On the other hand, it really did feel good! He opened his legs a little wider, and gave her some additional room to get at him. If she was in the mood for hot stuff, he wasn't gonna try to stop her.

But she turned her face, and she nipped, almost wickedly, at his balls. Paul gave a yelp and almost jumped to the ceiling. Beth Ann took his stones in her mouth and sucked hard on them, and her hand was still busy shucking on his cock.

Oh, shit, he was goddamn hard now! His prick stood up big and stiff in her fist! And he'd thought he might not see another boner for a month of Sundays!

She came back up, licking her lips as she approached his prick. "I wanna suck you off," she said throatily. "I wanna take your cock in my mouth and suck it till you squirt me full of your prick-milk. Is that okay, Paul? Would you let me do that to you?" And her innocent eyes sparkled.

He could only groan and nod. Yeah, he'd be glad to let her do that. But he didn't really believe his cock had anything left to give her. He was sure Maggie Sherman had milked him dry.

But Beth Ann couldn't know about that, she could only presume that she was mouthing her way up the hard, randy, cum-filled cock that Paul usually brought to her.

He felt like a hundred and eighty pounds of shit in a six-three frame as he watched his sweet innocent wife lick her way up to the dome-like head of his cock and take it into her mouth for a sucking whose very idea thrilled him to the marrow of his bones.

She was all wetness, and rolling tongue, inside. His cock eased into her mouth and he felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. She looked up at him while she sucked, and her eyes were full of love and lust alike.

He braced his head against the wall for support and he began to fuck in and out of her eager, horny mouth. Who'd have ever thought that Beth Ann, the girl who'd always believed in her heart that cocksucking was a totally perverted act, would wind up on her knees in front of him, sucking his prick like a lollipop and smiling around the rod that filled her hot wet mouth? Slobbering down his shaft, she looked as happy as Mary Lou Retton collecting another gold medal.

I was such a fool, Beth Ann thought, eating his cock. It's not only fun, it tastes good! She took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, though not nearly as deep as it was obvious he wanted to go.

For Chrissake, she wanted to tell him -remember, this is the first time I've really given you a blowjob, big guy! You can't fuck my mouth like you can Sabra's. Not yet, at least. But she expected to be pro-quality by the end of next week, and then let's see how much hard-on her husband could carry to other women.

She was still learning the ropes, but she knew she was good, a natural. Not too many nasties this time, though, she reminded herself. She didn't want him to know that his was the third cock that had been in her mouth today. Still, his was the one that counted most, and she couldn't resist the urge to show off a little.

Beth Ann held her mouth, ovaled, over the tip of his cock and worked her head up and down in fluttery little passges that sent friction jolts of erotic heat through the length of his prick. She felt him shiver and throb, responsively, and she did it again, giving him some hot tongue while she was at it. He put his hand on her head and tried to impale her with his dick!

She used her teeth, just to remind him that she was, after all, in charge of this suckoff, and he calmed down just a little, but not enough to spoil her fun.

Her tongue slurped around his cock and moved up and down over the end again, stimulating him a whole lot more, and making little bubbles of jism ooze from the end of his cock. She sipped them off his flesh, tasting -really tasting -her husband's sperm for the first time. I was a _fool_ to have put it off so long !!! she told herself, savoring his flavor on the tip of her tongue.

She licked her way down the exterior of his cock then, wetting him with her mouth, nibbling and loving every inch of his long, thick erection. Mmmm, he was bone stiff, now, no two ways about it! She'd gotten him up big and hard, and now she, and not some stranger bitch, was gonna get the benefit!

Again she sucked on his balls, working them vigorously, while his cock quivered alongside her cheek. She felt his hot pulsating lifeforce, smelled the horny masculinity of his arousal. Her nostrils flared and twitched, and her tongue began to quiver just like his cock.

Gripping hold of his tool, she kissed the tip, just before taking it back inside her mouth. He thrust across her tongue and she moaned in joy, the vibration of her sounds shivering along the entire length of Paul's dick.

She gripped him around the root, as she'd done with milt Sherman, and she started to masturbate his prick while she sucked avidly at his knob. She was sooo fuckin' hot for the taste of his cum spurting into her mouth! She really wanted to feel her cheeks bloating with the load of his sperm!

Her lips tightened around his knob and she worked her hand faster and faster on the shaft, while he began to sway and shiver, pushing deep into her mouth from time to time as the hot arousal took hold of hfim and he felt himself surrendering to the newfound power of his wife's sucking urge.

"Beth Ann, honey, you're fantastic," she heard him say. But she already knew it.

"Yes, yes," he gasped, and she opened her throat as she felt the first hot gushing spurt of his jism across her tongue. She'd never held her husband's squirting cock in her mouth before. Wasn't it wild that it had taken his fucking another woman, her fucking other men, in order to bring it about? She could have mused on the ironies of it, but she was too busy by far, eating the cum as he fired it down her throat.

She raised her face, his jism oozing from her lips, and she stood up, fisting his cock vigorously. She kissed his chest, and then he tipped her head back and pressedhis mouth against hers. She pulled harder on his cock.

"Now I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck my ass off!"

He winced, visibly. Beth Ann tried not to smirk. She wondered if he had enjoyed ramming his cock up Maggie Sherman's asshole, and she wondered what he would think right now if he knew that she already knew all about that too.

"Yes," she said, "I've been thinking all day, waiting here for you to come home from work -thinking about riding this big hard cock of yours. Ooohhhh, Paul, I'm soo horny! Come on, let's go in the bedroom and fuck our brains out! I can't wait till bedtime! let's make it bedtime now!"


His cock rammed her hot wet pussy. She gasped and thrust herself up at him, sucking his rod with her pliant, elastic pussy sheath. He was hot hard and horny, despite Maggie Sherman, and Beth Ann whined and moaned, well on the way to a real, hot orgasm!

She'd almost come in the bathroom, eating his jizz, and she was even hotter now, now that he'd licked her hot wild pussy, massaged it with his dick, filled her full of his erect meat.

"Fuck me hard," she encouraged. "Mmmm, baby, you can't fuck this little pussy too hard or too rough. I want it fast and deep, yeah! Oohhhh!!!"

But as deep, as fiercely, as he fucked her, she still rocked, twitched, wiggled beneath him, her body craving more and more excitement.

"I want more, " she saids, "Oh God, I want something new and crazy!" She put her hands on his shoulder, looked up at him with her brown, girl-next-door eyes, and she said, "Oooohhh, I know, Paul! Instead of fucking my pussy, why don't you take your big sweet hard cock and use it to fuck me up the asshole???"

Beth Ann had to stifle the sudden urge to laugh. He looked as if a mousetrap had just snapped shut on his balls. She clamped her pussy on him, making goddamn sure his cock stayed big and hard, and she did a little horizontal dance beneath Paul, underscoring the nasty invitation she'd just made.

Remember how sweet this body can be, she told him, non-verbally. His cock surged and throbbed inside her, and she saw the hesitation, but also the arousal, in his eyes.

"Would you?" he asked, still not believing. "Would you actually want to do something like that?"

She smiled. "Oh, sooooo much," she purred. "I've been thinking about it all day!"

She hadn't. The idea had not even occurred to her until she'd watched Sabra Robertson take Mr Sherman's rod up her pink shithole, but she'd felt an instant arousal, an instant desire to do the same thing herself. And she had, sliding Milt's long skinny tool up her shitchute after Milt had prepared her with his tongue, Sabra with her fingers.

But that was just practice. It didn't really count. Her first time, for real, would be the moment Paul's fatter, more _special_ cock popped the seal of her asshole and secured the back door of their marriage permanently.

"God," he was saying, yanking his cock out of her as she went over onto her belly. Her slim, boyish bottom stuck up in the air, and he crouched behind it, running his hands over her buttocks while he surveyed her crack and her two sex holes from this angle.

He leaned in impulsively, kissed her right on the rosebud opening of her ass. She giggled at the touch of his tongue. Not the first tongue that had lapped her there today, but it was their first time doing this together, and it felt very special.

"Mmmm, yeah," she encouraged. "Lick me a little more. Get me really hot and ready, hon!"

He was only too happy to oblige. She'd cleaned her tubes out before he came home; this had been part of her game plan from the start. He tasted only clean, scrubbed flesh as he opened her anus and his tongue tip crept into the dilated aperture. It tickled, and Beth Ann began to squirm and twitch, almost uncontrollably. She wanted to laugh out loud.

He tongued her pussy as well, alternating between her clit and her hiney. The stimulation raced back and forth with his tongue, soon outdistancing it. She could feel hot ooze leaking from her cunt. His fingers puddled in it as he played with her tight, dark-furred crack.

He got a finger inside her pussy, and then he counterpointed with one up her asshole. She wasn't quite ready for an entrance, and she gasped as she felt him slide up her tube. She was still a novice at this, and he suddenly felt enormous inside her. She wondered how she'd ever be able to take his cock. His finger felt as big as a baseball bat, sliding in and out.

But the mood was upon her, and Beth Ann's aroused body relaxed eagerly. In another moment she was pushing-pulling on his finger, masturbating herself with the contractions of her asshole.

I'm good at this too, she thought. I wonder what else I'm good at?

But she had a good idea she'ds be finding out, and very soon! Her life, and Paul's, was in the midst of a totally unexpected change of directions. And she sighed, delighting that right now, at least, she knew more about what was going on than he did.

Before, he'd had his secrets -Sabra, and Maggie -and she'd been in the dark. Now she knew his secrets, and she had a couple of her own that he knew nothing about. Yet.

The time would come. And speaking of come...

"Oh, do it," she panted eagerly, "do it, do it, doooooo it!!!"

He knelt behind her, cock at the ready. She reached back over her hips and took hold of his cock, pulling it to the hole she wanted him to fuck.

God, he was hard! You'd never guess that he'd just come in her mouth ten or fifteen minutes ago, that he'd spent the afternoon fucking a woman Beth Ann had not met but who, she understood, was almost insatiable sexually. That Paul could still perform argued well for him. And boded even better for Beth Ann.

"Fuck my ass," she said, grinding the swollen head of his cock into her rosebud shithole's mouth. "Put that thing in me and fuuuuuck!!!"

If it had been her first time, he'd have ripped her open when he shoved, but she had alrady felt cock, not to mention several fingers, in her anus today, and she was ready.

She screamed, all the same, as his prick slammed up her shithole, but it was a scream of satisfaction and sweet incandescent joy.

He thrust up the length of her anal tube, and the walls parted eagerly to make room for his entrance. Her head jerked upward, but her knees gripped the bed and she held her ass firmly in place.

"Do it!" she gasped. "Oh, yes, just like that !!!"

He was a lot thicker than Milt Sherman's cock. She was glad she'd taken a test flight, just to get herself used to the idea of being anally fucked. And it made it so much hotter now, with Paul's big tool rooting away inside her tailpipe.

Oh, God, the way he rammed her! Her guts thumped every time he slammed home, and she felt as if she were gonna have to take a big shit any second. But it was only his rod sliding back down her tunnel to get a fresh stab up her rectum. Was this what he'd learned from Maggie Sherman? She was pretty sure assfucking had never been a big part of Paul's life before today. God, if this was the way Maggie Sherman fucked, she must be one really _hot_ old lady!!!

And Beth Ann Darrow, at twenty-two, felt just as hot as an H-bomb, and nearly as anxious to explode. She sucked her husband's cock into the novelty-excited depths of her asshole, and she considered reaching down to stimulate her pussy at the same time, but Jesus, she didn't think it was necessary!

She had fucking _never_ been as turned on, in all her life, as she was right now. Her clit hammered and throbbed, and all she had to do was bring her upper thighs together, letting them press lightly but firmly against the slitted bun of her pussy.

It sent shockwaves of response through her clit, and the oozy honey flowed like a river from the fuck-hot labes of her cunt.

"Yes, yes, oh, God, yes," she moaned, over and over.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Paul husked. "I can't believe I'm fucking you in the asshole, Beth Ann -it's like a dream come true!"

She felt just the same way. The intensity of their connection had brought a whole new dimension to Beth ann's concept of sex. She and Paul fucked all the time, sure, but she'd never felt as bound to him as she was right now.

Her body seethed with the simmering fury of her arousal. She felt as if steam was coming out her nostrils. His cock banged harder, deeper, reaming again and again the tight but eager sheath of her ansu. _This_, she thought, was fucking!

"I'm gonna come," she moaned, "oh God you're gonna make me come!!!"

"You're not the only one," Paual panted, holding her slippery, sweat-coated hips as he poked his tool up her tight sheath again and again and again.

His strokes were wild, uncontrolled. He fucked as if he were bouncing on a trampoline. His cock seemed to be growing bigger and bigger inside Beth Ann, spreading her tight anus that much more. She was going to burst, if not from her orgasm, then from the rapid expansion of his cock!

She grabbed her pussy and rubbed till her fingers were wet, and her fingers slicked back and forth over the pulsing bud of her clit. Yes! Now!

She opened her mouth, avid to scream, but only a thin "Aahhh --" came out, as if her windpipe had suddenly been cut off. Her mouth remained open, but she only made choking noises, and then her head slumped down and she ws lost in her orgasm, sinking onto the bed on her tummy, Paul's body covering hers as she fell downward.

He had a little more life left in his cock, and he rammed up her again, varying the angle now that he lay on her back.

His strokes were shorter but they started from halfway down her anal chute, and when he hit bottom he slammed like a sonofabitch. Each stroke made fresh spurts of orgasmic pleasure race through Beth Ann's body. "Yes," she moaned, "Oh Jesus fuckin' yessssss..."

And then she felt him start to squirt, while his cock tip lay at the very bottom of her anal passage. He rumbled like a volcano inside her, like a fart passing the wrong way through her rectum, and she found still new, unsuspected dimensions to her orgasmic delight.

His cock squirted, and squirted, and squirted, and she throbbed and shivered beneath him.


"I said I had two surprises for you,' she sighed as they lay together on the bed. "Actually, I lied. I have three. We're having steak for dinner, rare, very rare, just the way you like it. That's the second surprise. The third is that we're invited to a party this evening. Can you believe it? I think we've finally been accepted in the neighborhood!"

"A party?" Paul said. "Jesus, I feel more like resting. I'm kinda fucked raw, hon."

Beth Ann smiled, her brown eyes totally guileless. "Oh, we have to go," she insisted. "It's at the Robertsons'. You know, that really good-looking couple at the end of the block, the ones with the big backyard and the pool and the redwood fence? The lady in the powder-blue running suit? I _know_ you've seen her around! I'm so looking forward to it. They seem rather nice, and it would be great to make some friends here close to home. I'd feel as if we really belonged here in Elmwood. Wouldn't you?"

She kept her face as straight as she could while she watched him. Actually, she had lied to him again. There was another surprise, besides the blowjob, the assfuck, the steaks, and the party invitation. He'd find out about that in due course.