David Crane

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CHAPTER ONE

Bill Robinson came out of the door of his luxury apartment, looking rather sheepish because he had a gigantic hard on sticking out in the front of his trousers. It was far too large and obvious to hide and he looked both ways down the corridor to make sure that no other tenants were in a position to take note of his horniness – except one tenant, the redhead across the hall, whom he was going to visit.

Bill was thirty-seven years old. He was a good-looking man with crisp black hair and an easy white-toothed smile. His shoulders were broad and his waist was trim and he was fit from moderate exercise and from exercising moderation. He stood just under six feet tall but looked slightly taller, because of his tapering torso.

Women adored him.

They loved his crisp hair and his trim build, and they were charmed by his smile and his relaxed attitude.

But mainly they loved his prick.

Bill was gifted with a cock that drove girls wild with lust, made their cunts cream and their mouths water. It was ten inches long and was thick in proportion to its length. The shaft was seamed with dark, pulsing veins and the head flared out in a great mushroom-shaped knob. His balls were big and full of spunk. Along with – and complementing – the huge size of his prick, he was also gifted with stamina and potency and, lucky fellow, he could shoot three, or four loads in a row without losing an erection.

It was no wonder that women lusted for him.

And all the women who knew him, were amazed that his wife had run off and left him…

Rebecca Starr, who lived across the hall, was as amazed as anyone – but she was also delighted.

Because she was so readily available, without even leaving the apartment building, Rebecca was the obvious and logical woman to take the place of his runaway wife in taking care of Bill's sexual needs. That was a task that Rebecca welcomed with open arms – and open mouth and legs, as well. She considered herself a lucky girl.

But it was not one-sided.

Rebecca, as a woman, was every bit as desirable as Bill was as a man. She was twenty-seven years old. She had a thick mane of rusty red hair and that hair framed a lovely, sensual face. Her eyes were green, slightly tilted, almost feline. Her mouth was wide and her lips were full. Her cheekbones were high, her chin was firm.

Her body, if anything, was even better.

Rebecca had big, firm, thrusting tits, the full globes capped by stiff nipples that – because she never wore a brassiere – pushed out in twin peaks outlined against the tight sweaters she usually wore, giving visual evidence of her constant readiness to have those nuggets fondled and mouthed. She stood and walked with her back arched, pushing those delightful tits out before her, well aware of the effect that she had on any man who looked at her – and certain women, as well.

She was tall.

Her legs were long and shapely, smooth and unblemished and were designed to spread and to fold themselves around a man's flanks. Her torso was slim and willowy, her belly slightly rounded and her hips flared out into a platform of love. Below that smooth belly and between those sleek thighs, her pussy was hot and juicy. Her pubic hair was as fiery as that of her head, a triangle of glowing, curly coils like a burning bush surrounding her crotch. Her cunt was creamy, big and hot and wet – but gifted with skilled muscles so that she could tighten her hole around even the thinnest prick and pull and suck just as if she had a secret mouth inside her loins, dragging the jism from a man's cock and balls by the suction. Her clitoris was large and vibrant, like a little cock almost as it pushed out, stiffening, ready to be rubbed and sucked.

Rebecca was divorced.

She was as horny as Bill.

It was a handy arrangement.

It was not strictly true that Rebecca, who lived across the hall, was the nearest girl to Bill. Not strictly. When Bill's wife ran off, she left their daughter with him.

Debby was a teenager.

In her lithe, nubile way, Debby was every bit as sexy a piece of female flesh as was Rebecca. She was still a virgin, however, very much unlike the older woman, who had started screwing when she was younger than Debby. But despite being cherry, Debby was a randy little thing – a trait inherited, no doubt, from her mother and father, a dominant trait passed on from both of her parents, who fucked like crazy.

Debby did not intend to remain a virgin for long.

She was simply waiting for the right moment in the right place with the right boy.

So, in truth, Debby – not Rebecca – was the closest available cunt to abandoned Bill.

But Bill had no incestuous intentions.

Not yet.

Bill's affair with Rebecca had begun the same day that his wife, Peggy, had run off.

He had come home from work to find a note on the desk and Peggy gone. She had taken only one suitcase. Did that mean she intended to return? Bill had been puzzled, hurt and confused. The note had been apologetic. Her leaving was a total surprise, for as far as Bill knew they had been getting along very well and had a happy marriage. They seldom fought or argued and they fucked a lot. But Peggy had become the victim of that monstrous modern curse – women's liberation.

She felt – or so she wrote in the note – that she simply had to find out "who she was". That was a total mystery to Bill, who knew just exactly who she was. She was his wife. She had been a virgin when they married and, as far as he knew, she had never been unfaithful to him. Why should she? Bill's cock was as big as anyone could want and he fed it to her with great regularity. Why would she want anyone else? But the thing was that she had never had anyone else. She felt that she must have some experience, that she must discover if she was as desirable to other men as she was to her husband, if her personality and character had become dulled by the years of monogamy. She just had to know.

Bill had read her note several times.

He scratched his head, trying to puzzle it out.

He realized – although she had not specifically stated it – that she had gone off to sleep with other men, and that knowledge caused him to suffer pangs of jealousy.

It also gave him a hard on.

He hated the idea of his wife screwing anyone else and yet, at the same time, he found the idea very exciting.

He imagined, in graphic detail, how it would be, how it would look and how it would sound. Peggy was a loud fuck. She whimpered and wailed and when she came she cried out aloud. He imagined her crying out as her pussy creamed around another man's prick. He thought about a strange man's jism spurting into her cunt. She loved to blow him. Would she blow other men with such relish? Would she milk their pricks dry and swallow all that hot cum?

Those thoughts drove him wild.

His cock swelled to massive proportions.

Then, as fate would have it, Rebecca Starr had rung the doorbell, seeking a cup of sugar…

Bill could not stand up without revealing his thundering hard on. He called out that the door was open. Rebecca came in. They knew one another casually. Rebecca and Peggy were friends in a neighborly fashion. Bill told her to help herself to whatever she wanted. Then, thinking that Rebecca might have some idea, provide some clue, as to why his wife had left him, he asked her directly.

Rebecca hadn't known Peggy was gone. She was surprised.

"Why, how awful for you," she said. "I can't figure it out."

"Surely she'll come home soon." Bill shrugged.

"Will you take her back?" Rebecca asked. He considered it.

"I suppose so," he said.

Rebecca, cup of sugar in hand, came and stand beside Bill where he sat slumped and dejected in a chair.

She eyed him speculatively.

Rebecca had not had a date – and therefore had not been fucked – for several days at the moment. She flicked her pink tongue across her lower lip and her eyes gleamed.

She said, "I think that Peggy is a fool to leave a lovely man like you, Bill."

Bill looked up at her.

"She won't find anyone more… attractive," she said.

"Well, thanks," he said. He managed a grin, despite his despondency. "But the thing is, she is going to have other men. Whether they're better than I or not doesn't really matter. I hate the thought of Peggy putting her pussy around town."

"And what about you?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"While your wife is out screwing other men, what are you going to do for love, Bill?"

They gazed at each other.

"I hadn't thought of that yet," he said. Rebecca grinned.

"But you've got a great big hard on," she said.

Bill blushed – but not deeply. "So I have," he agreed.

Rebecca put the cup down on the end table. She stood, facing him. She was smiling with her lips but the look in those jade green eyes was far from amused. She licked her lips.

Bill's head was tilted back as he gazed up at her. His cock stretched his trousers up like a tent.

"Shall I?" Rebecca asked, her voice husky. "What?" he croaked.

"Shall I empty it for you, Bill?"

Bill groaned softly. He nodded.

"I'd like that," he said. Rebecca was still grinning.

"What are good neighbors for?" she said. Bill had been stunned by his wife's departure and now he was doubly stunned by Rebecca's offer, unexpected as it had been. He just sat there, staring at her, his prick pounding away like a jack hammer in his pants. Rebecca understood that it was up to her to take the initiative this first time. That was no hardship at all. She knelt before him and began to rub his cock through his trousers. When she felt that surging coil of hot meat, she gasped in delight. It had looked huge. In her hands, it felt even bigger.

She began to unbuckle his belt. "Oh, I'm going to love this," she said. Her hands moved slowly, teasingly – teasing herself as much as she was teasing Bill, prolonging the baring of that massive prick for which she was lusting, savoring the pleasure of the anticipation.

His belt slid free.

She began tugging at the clasp of his zipper, inching it down millimeter by millimeter.

"I want to empty your balls, Bill," she whispered.

His cock lurched mightily, threatening to tear right through the fabric of his fly.

"I'll take it in my mouth, darling," she whispered. "The first time. I'll let you shoot in my mouth and I'll swallow all that hot, thick, delicious cum – I'll milk you dry and drink it all, Bill! Oh! I want to! I want to suck you off! My mouth is watering for your prick, darling – I'm starving for your jism!"

Her erotic words were every bit as exciting as the feel of her caressing hands. Bill's prick began to throb and pound violently. He felt light headed, as if so much blood had rushed into his cock that his brain was starved for oxygen – as starved as this delicious redhead was for his hot load of cum. He squirmed around in the chair. She bowed her head over him, her fiery tresses brushing over his crotch. He placed one hand against her cheek, stroking gently.

Rebecca drew the zipper down all the way. His cock charged out, naked and thundering.

It had felt bigger than it looked when it was encased in his trousers, but now Rebecca gave a little squeal of joy as she saw how truly massive that prick was. She drew back slightly, so that she could gaze at it as she anticipated the pleasure before her. The head of his cock was flaring out from the stalk, flushed purple, throbbing. The cleft was parted and a dribble of preliminary spunk glistened on the hot meat. Bill arched his back, pushing his prick towards her face.

She blew her heated breath on the knob.

Bill moaned.

Rebecca reached into his fly and hauled his balls out, wanting his whole meat rack bared before her. She had never before encountered such a tasty-looking cock. Her mouth was drooling for it. Her tongue was tingling like a clitoris and her lips trembled like cunt lips. She felt as if her mouth had magically turned into a cunt. Still she delayed, thrilled by the prospect, prolonging the pleasure. Her green eyes almost crossed as they turned in, gazing hungrily at the swollen head of his cock, and her whole body began to vibrate with desire.

"Suck it," he croaked.

His hand, on her cheek, urged her down.

"Ummm," she sighed.

She cupped his bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, feeling the huge load of cream that was stored up inside that swollen sac of hairy flesh.

She folded the other hand around the root of his shaft, holding it in her fist like a club. But she did not move her hand up and down. She didn't want to jerk him off, she didn't want to do the job with her hand, she wanted to do it all with her hot mouth. She merely held him, stalk and balls, steady for her tongue and lips. Bill squirmed. He was panting now, his broad chest rising and falling. His prick seemed to be panting, too. The huge, purple knob flared in and out like a lung pumping air into his loins.

Rebecca bobbed her head down.

Her tongue pushed out and lapped lightly at the tip of his swollen cockhead, licking up the sticky, coating of cum that had already moistened the hot meat.

"Ummm-yummy," she sighed.

Bill groaned again. He was desperate to plunge his seething prick into her mouth, but he fought against the impulse, knowing that this sexy redhead was an artist and that he must allow her to perform her art in her own time – and that he would enjoy it all the more for allowing her to weave her oral magic as she wished.

She tongued all around his cockhead, slurping and lapping, pausing from time to time as she savored the succulent flavor on her tingling tastebuds.

Going down lower, she licked his balls, lifting them with her hand so that she could cup her tongue around underneath the laden sac. She began to run her tongue up his shaft, long-lapping from balls to knob, then altered the strokes, criss-crossing back and forth along the trail of the fat, dark, trembling vein. She flutter kissed him at the electric spot where his shaft expanded into his knob. Bill was squirming, abandoned to wild lust. Jism seeped from his cleft in a steady flow, running sluggishly down his fat knob and onto his shaft. Rebecca lapped the sticky joyjuice up as it poured down. It worked like an appetizer. The taste made her hungry for the full load to come.

She placed her lips against the tip of his cock.

"Don't come too soon," she whispered, speaking with her lips against him so that he felt her words run down his prick at the same time that he heard them with his ears.