"Aiyeee!" Kathy shrieked as Bob suddenly moved his hands over her cunt-lips. He worked his fingers over her fat, slippery labes. Bob squeezed them together, rubbing the hot, slick edges together while he rubbed his thumb over her blood-engorged clit.

"Oh, Kathy, I'm gonna have some fun with you," Bob groaned as he backed away from the woman and pulled his polo shirt off his powerful chest. Kathy opened her eyes and gasped when she saw his muscular, hairy chest. It wasn't as impressive as Joe's. Few men's bodies were. But Bob's was better than average.

"On the floor?" she said as she watched him open the top of his pants.

"There's plenty to cover the floor with," he said, looking around at all the costumes. "This ought to do," he said, pulling off three dresses and throwing them down in front of Kathy. "Get down on those. I'll be with you in a sec," Bob said, shoving his pants down to his ankles and lifting his giant, quivering prick into the air.

CHAPTER TWO

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh fuckin' Jeeesus, fuck meee!" Kathy screamed as she squirmed on the dresses. Her ass was on fire! Kathy felt her pussy drool out cunt-juice like a broken dam. Her clit throbbed like a big bass drum, beating crazily against her swollen labes as her tits ached and twitched for relief. She never thought that she'd do this for any man except Joe. But now she was spreading her legs and hunching up her hot, steaming snatch for Bob, producer of a show that her husband had practically forced her to join.

Moving quickly Bob kicked his pants into the corner of the room and walked slowly toward Kathy. The woman watched his thick, heavily veined cock sway from side to side with each slow step. Kathy thought she could see the blood pound through the thick veins circling his prick, pulling the reddening skin tighter and tighter as pre-come droplets began to ooze out of his expanding piss-slit.