Erotic Passions Fulfilled

Chapter 1   Ron was thinking-his favorite pastime. He was always thinking, planning, dreaming. Ron Feldman, the young handsome press agent, the promoter. Ron and Julie Feldman were quite a successful team. But, like all who have had a taste of success, they yearned for more. "I said her voice is better than her mother's," Julie shouted across the living room. "She's got great t**s," Ron didn't look up. "She needs everything-everything! Wardrobe, make-up, arrangements-a show, for God's sake! But that voice!" Julie took a long drag on her cigarette. "Great tits.Nice ass, too." Julie stood up. "Is that all you ever think about?" Ron looked up at her. "The girl's got great t**s and a fantastic ass! They'll sell!" Julie wandered over to him and took the glass he was holding out of his hand. "When are you planning on ... " Julie sipped Ron's drink. "Yes?" Ron murmured, looking up at her. " ... f*****g her?" Ron took his drink back. "As soon as I can," he said, setting his hands on the zipper of his pants. "As soon as she's ready for it." "I'm ready for it right now," Julie said, rubbing her fingers through his hair. Ron looked down at his crotch and shut his eyes. "It's been almost a week ... " Ron felt the fingers curling around his ear, moving down his neck. His c**k started rising in his pants, pressing up against his hands. They'd been married almost ten years, and. he was constantly amazed that Julie could still turn him on. But he liked to make her beg for it. "Love, can we?" Julie whispered into his ear as she crouched down next to the chair he was sitting in. "I'll suck you first and get you nice and hard and wet." Ron pretended not to be interested. He turned his head away and took another slug of his drink. "I'll suck you off if you don't want to fuck." There was still no response from Ron. "I'll lick your asshole, honey. I'll suck on your asshole and slide my tongue up it. Really, I'll do anything you want ... " "Tell me about you and Sally. Everything." Ron turned the chair around as Julie looked at him in surprise. She didn't know he knew about Sally. "How did you ... ?" "I find out everything sooner or later. So tell me about Sally. I know you had a thing with her in Vegas." Ron crossed his legs and started untying his shoes. Julie stood up and walked to the chair facing him and sat down. "Okay, Sally and I had a thing. So what? It was silly, and it was over before it started. She's a beautiful dumb showgirl, what do you want? I was in Vegas, alone!" Ron stared at her with a slight grin. "I don't want an explanation or an apology. Tell me the details. Get me hot." So that's what he wants! Julie leaned back and spread her legs out in front of her. Her bright red pants creased tightly between her thighs. She put her head back and her long dark hair fell over her shoulders. "I had a meeting with the people at the International, then I went to see Sally at her apartment." Ron kicked off his shoes and started opening his belt. "It was early afternoon and she'd just gotten out of bed. She was in her nightgown, and when I looked at her body through the soft material I got all warm inside." "Your p***y start to twitch?" Ron asked with a smile. "Yes, darling, it started to twitch," Julie shot back at him sarcastically. "Anyhow, she offered me coffee and I watched her as she made it. Every time she bent over, her breasts fell in front of her and I was dying to get my mouth on one of those hard nipples." Ron unzipped his pants and stuffed his hand inside the zipper. Julie looked at him and nodded-she was dying to see his c**k. "We never got to the coffee. I walked up behind her and put one hand on her hip. She turned, gave me a little cute smile, and kissed me hard on my lips. Before I knew it she was tugging my blouse up to my neck." Julie ran her hand down over her crotch. "You weren't wearing a bra?" Ron asked, fingering his p***s inside his undershorts. "Of course not," Julie purred. "She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Her sheets were still warm where she had been sleeping, and I was so excited I stripped off my clothes and jumped in." "She eat you?" Ron asked, getting more excited by the second. He loosened his pants and started to wiggle his ass in the soft chair. His undershorts showed in the dim light. Julie stared at the lump there under his hand-she wanted to look at his c**k while she told the story. "She suck your p***y better than I do?" Ron asked again. "Yes, she ate me, and yes, better than you. I always figured you like to suck c**k more than eat p***y. You're a great f**k but you're not the best cunt-licker in the world." "f**k you," Ron said, and stood up. He pulled his pants down to the floor and stepped out of them. He sat back in the chair, lifting his legs over its padded arms. Ron and Julie faced each other now, their legs spread in an air of s****l excitement. Ron's white shorts were full, throbbing, ready to explode. Julie's red pants were damp and pressing against her excited p***y lips. "She threw me on the bed and started putting little kisses all over my body, from my neck to my feet. She found my cunt and gave it the longest French kiss you've ever seen. She slid her tongue so far up me I thought it was a c**k!" Julie started playing with her breasts, watching Ron run his hand over the long bulge in his shorts. "Horny dyke," Ron teased. "Fairy," Julie whispered back. Then she lifted her sweater and exposed her naked breasts as Ron stared across the room. They were golden in the soft light, shining. The n*****s were darker than usual, and hard, rough. "Show me your c**k," Julie said. She'd seen it hundreds of times, but it never ceased to fascinate her. She was addicted to s*x-male or female, it didn't matter. c***s or cunts, she was mesmerized. Ron pulled his shorts down in front to show her his big p***s. It was hard as ever, thick, with a big mushroom head crowning the shaft. He didn't touch it-he just let it rest there against his belly, against his shirt. Julie almost started drooling. "Sally lifted my legs in the air and f****d me with her tongue till I couldn't stand it any more." Ron grabbed his c**k and pointed it toward his wife. "Did she suck your asshole?" "Yes," Julie said breathless, playing with her t**s. "Did she fingerfuck you?" Ron pulled his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off. "Yes." "Up your ass?" "Yes!" Julie fell to her knees in front of the chair. "Can I suck you off? Please, honey?" "Sure, little puppydog," Ron whispered. "You just cross the floor on your knees and keep telling me about Sally-then my d**k is yours." Julie moved toward him. "Sally ... she let me put three fingers up her cunt. She was kissing me and hugging me like a b***h in heat. I tickled her clit till she screamed in pleasure ... " "That's it, keep it up," Ron said, stroking his c**k slowly, tantalizingly, in front of his wife. She came near him, slowly, staring at his huge d**k. "And we got into a sixty-nine on the bed and stuffed our heads between each other's cunts, between each other's legs, and we sucked as hard as we could." Julie was only inches away. "Didja taste her cream? Didja taste her s**t?" "Yes," Julie breathed, "yes, I f****d her ass with my tongue and she bit my p***y lips and ... " She reached out to take Ron's c**k in her hand, but he pulled away. "Did you come with her?" Ron asked, holding his c**k in both hands so she wouldn't touch it. Julie looked crazed now, staring at his balls with wet lips. "Yes, I shook all over. She brought me off-her tongue ... " Ron took his hands off his c**k and let Julie grab it. "Not with your hands!" he shouted, and she released it. "Honey, no more games," Julie pleaded looking up into his blue eyes. "Can't we f**k? Please, I need it!" "You said you'd suck me off," Ron said, holding his prick close to her face. Without a sound, Julie went down on him. She shoved her head down over his cockhead and pushed till his hand was down around the base. The head was down her throat and she held it there for a second, then pulled back. She wrapped her lips around the glans and twisted her head, rubbing her tongue over the cockhead. Ron grimaced in pain and pleasure and watched closely. Julie's chestnut hair moved lightly over his hairy thighs and balls as she sucked on his big shaft. She kept her hands at her sides, touching the chair and her legs, never bringing them up to his balls. If she had learned one thing in the ten years they had been married, it was that Ron was the boss. Ron was the master. Ron gave the orders. And Julie loved to be ordered. She liked to be handled by a man, liked to be thrown on a floor and f****d till her teeth ached. She even loved girls to be dominant, to force her to do whatever they wanted, to shove their fingers up her cunt, to shove a dildo up her cunt. Women's Lib was not for her-although she was a liberated woman in the sense that she had what amounted to a man's job and met men equally on her level of business because she loved being the fragile female. "Pull off," Ron said. Julie obeyed. Saliva coated her mouth. "Get on the floor," Ron ordered. Julie fell back on the soft carpeting. She started to open her pants, thinking that he was ready to f**k her. "Get your f*****g hands off your pants and just keep your mouth open!" Ron shouted, standing up. He moved next to her and stood above her, placing his feet on either side of her head, facing her feet. Julie looked up to see what was to her at the time the most fantastic sight in the world. Ron's c**k stood out in front of his body like a huge battering ram. His balls hung low and full beneath it. And the thick hair glowed in the light of the room like golden fleece surrounding his genitals. Julie gasped. Then the huge c**k started moving down toward her face. She opened her lips and licked them with her long wet tongue. She could see his ass cheeks parting as the lower part of his body neared her face. "Sit on my face, honey, please," she murmured. Ron moved down till he was stooping, just inches above her lips. Then he dropped his balls into her mouth! Julie was expert at it-Ron's balls hung very low and only tightened up when he was ready to come. Julie had learned how to suck both of them into her mouth and roll them around on her tongue as her nose pressed against his asshole. Julie sucked and moaned and twisted her mouth, and all the time his nuts stayed in place, in her mouth, wet and slippery and warm. Ron moaned and grabbed his c**k as he bounced and turned his body around a little on her face. Then he pulled out and pressed down again, and this time his ass was flat against her open lips. Julie kicked her feet into the air and her t**s went hard as rocks. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his sweaty hairy ass, and she worked her tongue out of her lips and pushed it up till it entered him just a little-enough to make him cry out in passion. Ron moved his ass around on his wife's beautiful face. He was insane with pleasure now, pulling on his c**k, feeling her breasts, tweaking her n*****s, as she sucked on his asshole. "Eat my ass, Julie, like you ate Sally's ass!" Julie moaned under him and reached up and grabbed the cheeks of his butt. "Take it, honey, f**k me with your tongue! Just like you f****d that chick in Vegas! b***h dyke!" Julie kicked the floor and dug her nails into the hard flesh of his buttocks. Ron lifted up and fell down on her body, pressing his c**k between her breasts, framing her face with his naked thighs. He grabbed her knees and held his head between them. "Oh, Jesus! Ron, you're hurting me!" "b***h dyke!" he shouted, and rolled her over on top of him. She tried to get up but he grabbed her and they started to wrestle on the floor. She grabbed his d**k and tried to get it in her mouth, but he jerked away and grabbed her hair. "Goddamn you!" she screamed, and tried to slap him. She missed, and he grabbed her and forced her to kiss him. Then she took his c**k in her hand and held it tight. "Suck it, cunt!" Ron said strongly, pushing her head down to his crotch. As soon as Julie tasted the tip of his d**k, he pulled her off by her hair and pushed her away from him. "You bastard!" she screamed, and got to her feet. She turned, grabbed a glass from the table-the ice cubes had melted, leaving cold water-and poured it directly between his legs. "Jesus Christ!" Ron yelled, kicking his feet into the air. He rolled over and the last bit of water hit him square on his naked ass. "You deserved it," Julie said, starting to rip her pants off. Ron said nothing. He lay on the floor, facing the carpet, his wet legs spread, pretending to be knocked out, barely breathing. "Ron?" Julie said, standing bare naked. No response. She knew what he was up to. She'd seen this before. She fell to her knees. "Ron!" She slapped him on his ass. He didn't move. "Ronald, you f*****g bastard!" She hit him on his ass and pulled his hair, and although it hurt like hell, he didn't move. She pulled him over, and he kept his body limp, his eyes closed. "Goddamn you, f**k me!" she said, grabbing his hard thick c**k. No response. Ron kept his eyes closed. She would have to f**k herself. Julie had tears in her eyes, tears of frustration and tears of rage. She pulled on his c**k-it was hard, the tip was still wet and a little pearly drop had appeared on the slit-and looked down at his complacent face. "Please, Ronnie, honey ... " Ron felt the delicious tightness of her hand around his c**k. His balls were swelling up, hardening. His chest was tight, his n*****s taut. She was going to climb up on him, he knew it ... "Please, baby, I need to get f****d! It's not like a chick, you can't get the same pleasure from a chick! I need your monster c**k, honey!" Julie purred and cried and licked his c**k and balls. She slapped his face lightly and pinched his n*****s. She tried tickling under his armpits, but nothing worked. She couldn't stand it any longer. The feel of his throbbing c**k in her hand was enough to drive her into insanity. She needed it to stop the burning in her cunt. She needed to be f****d by this beautiful hunk of c**k-the same c**k she had been f****d by hundreds of times before, the huge c**k she kept coming back to because nothing else satisfied her the way it did. She moved up over his body, held his d**k straight up, positioned her p***y lips over the tip, and held her breath. Ron shivered. He didn't dare open his eyes. He wanted to feel this ... In one fast move she lunged down, and his ten-inch d**k was buried up her hot womanly cunt! "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, twisting her body down on his. "Oh, Ron, Ron, Ron!" Ron didn't move. He felt her cunt lips pulling at the sides of his c**k, warming the head, wetting it with the fluids of her womanhood. He felt her pull back up and come down again-as if a thousand little hands were grabbing at his shaft, moving from the head down to the base, tickling him to orgasm. Julie's cunt was amazing. She always seemed as tight as a virgin, yet she could take it any way: from the front, from the back, sideways, she could even take most of his hand. And she'd had all sizes of dildoes up there. Now Ron's c**k was up there and she felt as if she were in heaven. She f****d herself on his c**k. She rode him like a cowgirl-bounding and pumping and flexing her muscles. She reached down and grabbed his balls and pulled on them, squeezing them till Ron almost cried out in pain, then ran her hands over his thighs and finally pressed on his abdomen, around the base of his c**k, till she was reaching her orgasm and lifted her hands into the air. "f**k me! f**k me!" She screamed and panted as she bounced her cunt up and down his thick hard d**k. Ron gave no sign of excitement -except that his c**k was ready to explode and his hands were clenched at his sides. "I'm f*****g your d**k, you sadistic bastard! I'm f*****g you! I'M COMMMMMIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!" She slammed down hard on his c**k and shook all over. She grabbed her hair and pulled and then screamed, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" She came. She reached a tremendous orgasm and her cunt twitched and hugged Ron's c**k like it never had before. He felt the hot rush along his d**k and he knew that he was close to shooting himself. He waited another minute, till Julie had quieted down some, till her head stopped spinning and his c**k was resting deep within her cunt, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Ron ... " Julie whispered. But before she could say anything, she was taken by surprise. She was going to ask him if she could suck him off, but instead he shot up-he sat up, pressing his face to her breasts-and pumped his hips wildly. His c**k shot off into her p***y with each move. "Oh, Julieeeeeeeeeee," Ron groaned, as a sweet orgasm pumped from his cockhead. He felt the cream rushing along the walls of her cunt, dribbling down over his balls, filling her in-sides till there was no more room. He jerked his hips easily on the floor and she pushed down to meet him, feeling his load being pumped into her aching cunt. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly to her, and then, when he had finished, let him fall back to the floor. Julie knelt there, with his softening d**k still up her cunt, as Ron unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He looked up into her eyes. "Love me?" he asked. "Yes," she said, pulling up till his c**k fell out of her dripping cunt. She put her head between his legs and started licking the juices from his c**k and balls, slurping up the c*m and feminine fluids that had mixed in her p***y. "You're right," Ron said. Julie lifted her head from his balls. "What?" "You're right about her voice. Better than her mother's." "She'll be a star," Julie said, giving Ron a peck on the cheek. "So will Terry," Ron added. "He will. Ron, I think we've got the two biggest finds in show business in our hands," Julie said as she lit a cigarette, still sitting on the floor next to him. "Only in our hands, Julie?" Julie broke into giggles.