Chapter 8

Tony and the red-headed woman had arrived at her little cottage with a nice ocean view, and sat down on the living room sofa. They kissed for the first time, and she moaned deep into his mouth, and then began nipping at his lips with her small, white teeth.

"I never got your name," Tony said after a prolonged kiss finally ended.

"Lucille... Lucille DaVino," she said breathing heavily. "There's no husband to worry about. I'm divorced... four years now."

"That's good," he replied.

"You married?"

"No. Never been married," he told her, and Lucille believed him.

Maintaining eye contact with her, Tony slowly moved his hand under the hem of her skirt.

"I don't believe I've ever met a woman who was as wet as you," he told her.

"I been thinking about someone like you for almost seven years now," Lucille said in answer.

"Seven years? I thought..."

"The marriage, if you wanna call it a marriage wasn't very satisfying."

"Oh."

"Oh is right. And seeing that couple screwing their brains out... it just made me go a little nutso, understand?"

"Yeah, I think I do," he replied.

Lucille moaned wantonly as his fingers glided slowly over her juice covered cunt. Tony pressed his palm firmly over her sex and caused Lucille to cry out, "OH, YES!"

Her face was a grimace of arousal. She was breathing heavily, and licked her lips as he sank two fingers into her wetness. His thumb lightly caressed her engorged clit and she shuddered.

He grinned at her, pressed the edge of his hand into the furrow of her crotch. "You are soooo wet," he told her.

"Mmmmmm!" she replied, and sobbed from the stimulus of it all. Her eyelids fluttered, and then remained shut.

Tony felt the muscles of her well oiled, velvet cunt squeeze down on his fingers as she tilted her pelvis forward to meet them. She muttered a long drawn out expletive, and drew in a deep breath through her nose.

"AH, AH, AHHH, SHIT! KEEP IT THERE! KEEP IT THERE!"

He watched her tremble, and leaned in closer to her face. He tapped her clit, heard her moan loudly in response and then dropped her forehead onto his shoulder, pressed her breast into him.

"FUUUCK! OH! she coughed out as her hips spasmed.

"Cum for me, Lucille," Tony whispered coaxingly in her ear. "C'mon, cum for me," and gently bit the pink lobe, earring and all.

Her hips bucked violently against his hand, and she fell into a series of deep orgasmic spasms, while her hand searched out his cock that was bumping his belly.

"Fuuuck! Put it in! Put it in!" she squawked, closing her surprisingly cool fingers around his shaft and squeezing hard.

A growl came from the back of his throat, and he turned his face to hers and kissed her sloppily as she jerked him off. He permitted this for some twenty seconds, and then made her stop.

"Rub your cunt against me," he said.

She quickly complied, humming her appreciation for his direction in his ear. Lucille ground her cunt against his cock, then Tony forced his knee between her legs and she ground down on that, still humming happily. He reached behind her and taking her ass cheeks in either hand, squeezed them in turn, as she continued to hump his knee.

"I think... I think I'm gonna squirt," she called out in warning.

"Oh, Christ, Tony..." she started to say, gulping air into her lungs. "I'm gonna! I'm gonna!"

She did squirt. He pulled his hand away and shoved his face directly in front of her cunt and caught the second line of her juice as it spewed forth, right into his opened mouth.

He thought it was as if she were pissing into his mouth. But somehow he knew this wasn't her urine, but her love-juice and he happily swallowed as much of it as he could, savoring every drop.

When Lucille finished, he kissed her. Her mouth was soft, her tongue pliable, and they exchanged her juices back and forth until they were totally mixed with their combined saliva.

Laughing, they looked at one another's face. Each was smeared with her juices, and she took a deep breath and said, "You ain't even fucked me yet. I never felt like this before... never. So help me God."

Lucille began kissing his neck, using her upper teeth to scrape across the more sensitive areas of his neck. She left two hickeys on his throat, and moments later, he returned the favor.

"Fuck me," she said pleadingly.

Tony nodded, but kneeled between her legs, spreading them wide, and then his chin was pressed firmly against her anus, while his mouth covered her cunt with kisses. She held him there, with both hands behind his head, whimpering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," in a mantra of lust. But Tony wanted nothing more at the moment than to make a pig of himself in her sodden snatch.

Lucille screamed out her pleasure as his tongue caressed her clit, practically heaving his head away as she tried to press his tongue further into her.

Tony was half crazed with the taste and scent of her. Her juice was thick and sweet, very similar to honey, with an earthy tanginess. Lucille lolled lewdly before him, having opened herself as much as possible to allow him to delve into her. Her mewling cries and rapid panting served to make Tony even wilder and more experimental than he ever thought he could be.

Lucille had one hand under her bra, pinching the nipple. She was sobbing with exertion, for another gigantic climax was enroute.

Tony imagined himself pushing his entire head into her cunt, and in fact was compelled to breathe deeply through his mouth because his nose was immersed in the pools of juice being expelled from her snatch, and on doing so, found the fluids dribbling down his throat almost faster than he could swallow. She moaned with distress as he pulled his mouth away long enough to gasp a lungful of air, and moaned again, this time with a lilt of happiness as he returned and spread her pussy lips before resuming his feast on her cunt.

For every lick and kiss he bestowed, Lucille shrieked with lusty sensitivity, and her head flopped about in a sexual daze. Wanting to add to her sensual delight, Tony sent his index finger into the puckered rose of her ass. There was plenty of saliva and cunt juice to provide the necessary lubrication. Lucille responded by humping back at his finger until it was almost fully within her anus.

Tony wiggled both the finger and his tongue, still lodged in her cunt and the stimulus of both actions brought her orgasm to a boil. Lucille shuddered and came, and kept on coming. Tony was forced to hold on with both arms to avoid serious damage to his neck and head.

A minute and a half passed before Lucille finished coming, and after taking a huge gulp of air, sighed, "Fuck... that was sooo good."

"You're welcome," Tony replied, and Lucille giggled inanely.

"You..." she stammered, "you haven't fucked me."

"Are you accusing me of something?" he said, and laughed along with her.

His cock was in the midst of a very painful erection. His slacks were stained a dark hue from the combination of new pre-cum, and the ejaculate he had released when Lucille had jerked him off while watching the young couple fucking on the bench.

Lucille took his cock out of its confinement and studied it worshipfully.

"You've a lovely one, you know?"

"It makes me happy," he said.

"I hope it makes me happy too."

"I have a feeling it will," he said, smiling at her.

She leaned forward and took it into her mouth, then removed it and looked at it again.

"I want to suck it, but I want you to fuck me with it first."

"We can do both; I've got all day. But what about you? Expecting any company soon, or do you have to be anywhere?"

"I plan on making myself available to you for the foreseeable future. I told you, I haven't had a good fuck in a couple years. There won't be any interruptions, I promise," she said, and shifted forward on her knees, then lifted herself over his glistening erection, and holding him carefully at the base of his shaft, slowly impaled herself on his member.

They kissed again as her tight pussy clenched around his thick cock.

"Jesus," he gasped.

"What?"

"I can't believe the heat your cunt is giving off."

She laughed. "Well, you've certainly made me hot, lover."

Tony wanted to slam his cock into her, but had the presence of mind to allow Lucille to enjoy the exquisite sensation as he delved into her at her desired pace. Tony watched in awe as he slowly disappeared into her.

Lucille's face was wreathed in a huge smile, and she tried to get his face into her hungry mouth. He felt her tongue enter his nostril, and then his mouth, searching his gums, and then behind and in front of his teeth. She even set him to blinking furiously by using her tongue to swipe wetly across his left eyeball.

And her cunt, her magnificent cunt, pummeled his cock with wave after wave of exquisite constrictions using her cuntal muscles, while he could only swipe at her engorged nipples, still encased in her bra.

"Oh, oh, I love the feel of you inside me," she murmured. "C'mon, Tony, fuck me now, give it to me. Let me feel the splash of your cum in my cunt."

She began to roll her hips onto him, and he could feel the suction actually pulling his cock into her.