To say that I was glad that I had left my husband would have to be the greatest understatement of the year. I was, in fact, thrilled. I never thought that I would ever get up enough nerve to be able to do it.
My name is Judy Royer. I was married about a year ago. I was only eighteen at the time. His name was Tom and he had been my boyfriend for as long as I could remember. It was one of those things that everyone thought would happen and that we, ourselves, began to take for granted after a while.
Our parents started to make plans for the wedding before they even bothered to ask us about it. I can't recall that Tom ever asked me to marry him and I can't even remember why I went through with it. But I did, and it wasn't long before I regretted it.
The first time that I ever balled Tom I was only fifteen. We were both virgins and neither one of us knew what we were doing. It was painful and not nearly as wonderful as I had always thought it would be.
For years my mother had told me that sex wasn't something to be enjoyed by a woman. You just did it to make your husband happy. You did it for your husband because he paid the bills, because you loved him, and because it was your duty as his wife. After that first experience with Tom I had to believe that my mother had been right all along.
Tom never gave me a chance to get warmed up-even after we were married. Just a few kisses here and there. He would squeeze my tits a little while and run his finger up and down my pussy lips for a couple of seconds. Then he'd push me onto my back and shove his stiff prick up into me. In a couple of minutes he'd shoot his load into my cunt. Then he would pull himself off me and tell me what a great fuck I was. In the beginning, he almost had me believing that I was.
After we were married for about three months, I invited a couple of friends of mine over to our house for the afternoon. Tom didn't like to have company, so I usually didn't have guests unless he was at work.
I was busy making coffee and getting some cake ready. I did all the things I thought you had to once you became a housewife. When I think back on it now, I guess that I must have been pretty stupid. There. I was, only eighteen years old, and I'd already given up my entire life without even knowing it.
There was one thing, however, that I was sure of. There had to be more to sex than what I was getting; though I can't really blame Tom for that lack entirely. I don't think that he knew any better himself.
This problem was the main reason that I had invited my two friends over that afternoon. The three of us had grown up together. They were my closest friends and I knew that I could discuss my problem with them without feeling like a fool.
Carol and Jan both dated a lot more than I did. They had always tried to get me to start going out with other people besides Tom. Neither one of them was very happy when I married him. In fact, I sometimes got the feeling that they felt sorry for me.
When they got to the house we exchanged little tidbits of dirt that I had missed by being-as they put it out of circulation." I had never before discussed anything of a sexual nature with either of them except little-girl stories about making out with so-and-so at someone's party.
I didn't quite know how to bring the topic up. But Tom was going to be home in a couple of hours and I had to think of some way to go about it. I knew that neither of them was a virgin and I couldn't think of a delicate way to approach the topic. But I had to know what it was all about. So I just blurted out, "do you ever have an orgasm when you fuck?" I thought that they were going to fall off the couch from shock. Suddenly I thought that I had been a bit too indelicate about the whole thing. They just stared at me with their mouths open for a little while before Carol finally broke the silence.
"You mean that you don't?" she asked.
"I mean that I'm beginning to think that there's something wrong with me." They were looking at me strangely now. I couldn't tell whether they were laughing et me or wanted to help me with my problem.
"Nobody has an orgasm every time that they fuck," Jan commented.
"I know that Jan, but I never have had one."
"It might not be your fault," Carol said. "Sometimes a guy has to play around with me a good long time before I'll let him put his cock in me. That way I know that I'll be able to come when we finally do fuck." I stared at her. Before that moment I never realized that a girl should also have something to say about what goes on in bed.
"But how do you tell someone not to fuck you until you are ready for it?" I asked her.
"You just open your mouth and tell him. That's all there is to it." Now I was beginning to feel silly that I had ever brought the topic up.
"But what if after you tell him, he still won't wait?"
Jan looked at me as if I were some sort of nut. I've never known a guy who didn't go wild when a chick told him to suck her tits or to eat her pussy. They love it when you talk dirty in bed to them. It's as if all their fantasies are coming true."
"I don't think that I could get up enough nerve to tell Tom to do those things to me."
"Look, hasn't he ever asked you to do things for him?" Carol was beginning to show a real concern for my dilemma. "Hasn't he ever asked you to suck his cock or play with his balls?"
"Sure he has!"
"And you do it for him?"
"Usually, but only when he asks me to." Now I was starting to feel like a real idiot.
"So what's wrong with you asking him to do something for you for a change. I'm telling you, Judy, all you have to do is talk to him about it. I don't think that you'll have any problem if you just tell him how you feel."
By the time they left, they had managed to convince me that all I had to do was get over my shyness when I was in bed with Tom. If I could do that, I wouldn't have any more problems when it came to my having an orgasm.
I told myself that there was no better time to get started than that very evening. I had dinner ready as usual when Tom got home from work that evening. He gave me his usual "aren't I lucky I'm married" kiss at the door and ignored me through most of dinner while he read the evening paper. He was doing something that he thought all husbands were supposed to do.
When we got into bed that night everything started out the way it usually did. He started to kiss me on the mouth, and then I felt one of his hands groping at my tits. His other hand, as usual, went down to my pussy in his attempt to get me just wet enough to stick his cock in me. Tonight was going to be different, I thought to myself. I wasn't going to make it that easy for him any more. He was going to have to work for it a little more than usual. I didn't want to think about what I was going to say to him. I knew that if I did, I might lose my nerve. When I felt him start to push me over on my back, I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.
"What do you think . . . " I put one hand over his mouth. From the look he had in his eyes, I thought that he was going to punch me in the face any second.
"I want you to eat my pussy first!" I couldn't believe that the words had actually come out of my own mouth. I don't think he could believe it either. I took my hand away from his mouth.
"Come on, Judy, can the crap! I wanna fuck, not play games with you."
"I'm not playing games with you, Tom. Every night since we've been married it has been the same thing. Don't you think that I ever get frustrated? I'd like to have an orgasm, too, you know. You never pay any attention to my body, just so long as you can fuck me and get your rocks off. But what about me, don't you think that I'd like the same consideration?"
"Look, Judy, I work hard all day long so that I can support you and pay for this house we live in."
"So what's that supposed to mean? That I'm not allowed to enjoy sex? That I have to satisfy your every desire?, ,That if you tell me to suck your cock I'm required to do it whether I want to or not? What's wrong with me? I'm not ugly! If I were, you wouldn't have married me in the first place. There's a lot more to sex than just getting your dong hard enough to shove it in me until you've had enough."
He looked as amazed as I felt at hearing those words coming out of my mouth. In a way I couldn't really blame him. After all, the past three months I had never said a word to him about any of this. I had just let him go ahead and do whatever he felt like doing to me-which, other than poking his cock into my hole, wasn't very much. Now here I was, screaming at him like a Seventh Avenue whore.
His look of amazement soon turned to a look of anger. He turned over on his back and just stared up at the ceiling. I suppose, though, it didn't occur to me at the time, that I must have shot down his ego. I had just told him that he was a rotten lover. Even though it was true, no man likes to be told that.
"Don't you have anything to say?" I asked him.
"Why don't you just go out and fuck somebody else and see if its any better!"
I couldn't believe it. Did he really think that he was such a great lover? That all there was to sex was shoving a cock into a pussy? I was furious. I bolted out of bed and started to get dressed.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To fuck somebody, else!" I yelled as I slammed the door and walked out of the house.
I went to the public phone on the comer and called Carol. I hoped that she would still be awake. I knew that she wouldn't mind putting me up for a night or two until I cooled off a little bit.
She was still up when I called. I told her exactly what had happened. Having known Tom for almost as long as I had, she sounded as though she were almost expecting my call. I told her that I'd call a local car service and be over as soon as I could.
CHAPTER TWO
Carol lived in a garden apartment complex about four miles from my house. It seemed like a really nice place. There were mostly young tenants and very few older married couples. It wasn't the typical swinging singles kind of place that you always read about, but which don't really exist. It was just a lot of really nice people who all lived in the same area. It had nice lawns and a lot of big, old trees, which appealed to me very much.
Carol was my age, very attractive, and had a beautiful body. She had developed early in life, and although I had never admitted it to anyone, I .was always very jealous of her when we were young. I remember how all the boys in high school used to gape at her enormous boobs. Mine were never exactly small, but they were nothing compared to Carol's. She was always very popular with the boys. I always thought it was because she had such big tits. Later on, I found out that there were other reasons for it: She was one of the few girls in school who would let a boy go "all the way" with her. That was still a big deal in the mid-sixties. I, on the other hand, was always going out with Tom, so no one ever really knew where I was at when it came to anything sexual. I suppose that it was just as well because during high school I was nowhere.
Carol must have seen the cab pull up because she was waiting at her front door when I got there. I felt a little foolish when I saw her standing there. It was almost as if I were running home to mother.
We didn't say anything to each other for quite a while. Carol was always very understanding about my hesitation. She "never pushed me into talking about something until I was ready. Instead, she would always wait for me to start, for she knew talking about what had happened wasn't easy for me.
"I put some clean sheets for you on the cot," she said, finally breaking the long silence. "You don't have to tell me all about what happened tonight if you don't want to," she added.
"That's all right. I feel like I have to talk about it to someone. I'd rather it be you than anyone else."
"I had a feeling that this was going to happen. I guess you know that I always thought Tom was a little weird."
"I know, but I think that things will be all right after we both calm down a little bit. I did what you told me to do, but I think that I might have gotten a little too carried away with it." I was surprised that I found myself so willing to talk about it with her.
"What happened?"
"Well, he started going about things the way he always does, and when he started to put his cock in me I stopped him. I told him that I wanted him to eat me first. He thought that I was kidding him at first. Then I told him that it wasn't fair that I never came when we had sex. I told him that I didn't like being left frustrated every night while he just went to sleep after we fucked."
"What did he say?"
"He just got pissed off. Telling me how he worked so hard every day. How I was obligated to him because I was his wife, and because he paid all the bills. He told me to go out and fuck somebody else."
"He's right, that's what you should do."
"But I just can't. I want things to work out between us. I know that they can. Tom just needs time to learn to understand my needs."
"He's already had plenty of time to try and understand. What he needs now is to know that there are ' plenty of guys who would give their right arm to get into your pants and fuck you the way a woman is supposed to be fucked."
"I don't think that I'm ready for that. I'd feel too guilty."
"Not ready for it! Honey, you've got to be kidding. You've never been involved with anyone but Tom for as long as I've known you. If you're not ready by now, you'll never be ready. Face the facts, you've got only three choices. You can start cheating on him and find out what sex is really about. You can try to work things out with him again, or you can do both, which I think is the thing for you to do."
"I think that I should give it at least one more chance. After all, I can't really expect him to change the ways of his lifetime in only one night."
"Look, Judy, you can do whatever you want. But I'm going to sleep and I think that you ought to do the same."
When I woke up the next morning, Carol had already left for work. I found myself with another day full of nothing to do. I was almost tempted to go back home and clean up the house. But I still wasn't ready to go back to Tom.
I had given a great deal of thought to Carol's suggestion of fucking someone else. I decided that I wasn't going to go out and look for it, but if it should happen to come my way I wasn't going to let it pass me by either.
I got dressed and went into the kitchen. There was a note stuck to the refrigerator door and it read:
Judy-Make yourself at home. I'll be back around four o'clock. Help yourself to anything that you may need (clothes, food, make-up, etc.).
Carol
I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of Carol's jeans. They were a little tight on me, but they made me take notice of my body. That was something I hadn't done in quite some time. I did have a pretty nice ass. My tits weren't bad either. They weren't too big, but not too small either. Carol was right, a man would have to be a damn fool not to want to get someone like me into bed. The more I looked at myself in those tight jeans, naked from the waist up, the more excited I became about the prospect of having sex with someone other than Tom.
I found an old worn-out work shirt and put that on also. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat drinking it while I stared out the kitchen window trying to think of something to do. Suddenly I heard the front door open. I couldn't imagine what Carol could be doing home so early.
"Is that you, Carol?" I called from across the room.
"No, I'm afraid not." It was a deep husky voice. A man's voice. This could be what I was waiting for, I thought to myself. "I'm sorry, I guess that I should have knocked first. But I didn't expect anyone to be here."
"That's all right, Carol should have told me that someone else had her key. My name is Judy. I'm an old friend of Carol's."
"Oh, so you're Judy. Carol has told me a lot about you."
I didn't care too much for the way that sounded, and wondered exactly what she had told him.
"I'm Stan. I just came over to borrow some coffee. I'm all out and my day just can't start without it. But you can ask me to have a cup with you since it's already made." He was good looking and much sexier than Tom, I thought. Now I wasn't so sure that I didn't want him to know more about me. This could be the chance that I had been waiting for.
"Sure, sit down. I'll get you a cup." I noticed him watching my ass as I got up to get him some coffee. I made sure to put in a little more wiggle than usual without being too obvious about it. I handed him the cup and tried to think of some way to start a conversation with him. I had never been very good at doing things like that with a total stranger. The more I watched the way he was looking at me, the sexier I began to feel.
Since it was a weekday, I thought that I should start off with what seemed to be a sensible question: "What do you do for a living to be home this time of day?" After I had asked that, I realized how dumb it must have sounded.
"I work at home. I'm a writer of sorts. It's not exactly an income that I can count on, but I manage to pay my rent and whatever other bills I might have."
I had never met a writer before. In a way it was kind of exciting. I felt as if I were starting my way on a new adventure just by talking with him. He told me that he had been working on a play for the past few months. But to make money for the time being, he wrote television and radio commercials for small businesses that couldn't afford the cost of a large advertising agency.
I didn't realize it, but the material of the shirt rubbing against my bare tits was causing my nipples to harden. Since the shirt was so old and worn, they were easily seen by him. My first reaction was to try and hide them. But at the same time I wanted him to know that his being there was getting me excited. He didn't seem to mind either, from the way he stared at my tits whenever he thought that I wasn't noticing.
"Well, what is your play about?"
"Actually, it's kind of hard to explain. Basically, it's about witchcraft and devil worship."
"I'd like to read it sometime if you wouldn't mind." I was hoping that he would ask me into his apartment with that in mind.
"I'd be glad to have you read it. But you must promise to give me a good objective opinion."
"As a matter-of-fact I'm not doing anything right now."
"Well then, now is as good a time as any. Let's go over to my place."
"Let me just put on my shoes and I'll be right with you."
"Why bother with shoes? I only live down the hall. I don't think you'll miss them at all."
I followed him down the hall and into his apartment. As he walked in front Of me, leading me into his apartment, I couldn't help but notice how good his body was. He was well built with big broad shoulders and strong muscular arms. I was hoping that before long, those strong arms would be pulling me down onto the bed with him. I hungrily anticipated exploring" his body and having him explore mine.
Stan's apartment was beautiful. It was nicely furnished with dozens of antiques and a beautiful thick fuck rug in the living room.
"Why don't you just sit over here. I'll go and get the script for you." When he left the room I was sorry that I just didn't come right out and tell him that I wanted him to fuck me. I really wasn't interested in reading a play that I probably wouldn't understand anyhow. When he came back with the script he sat down next to me on the sofa. I began to read, and as I did I moved closer to him so that I'd be able to ask him questions about those things I had trouble understanding.
As I read I felt very nervous because I knew that I was going to have to make the first move. But I didn't know quite how to go about it. The next moment I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard his telephone ring. When he went into the other room to answer it, I started to work out my master plan. I quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt I knew that when he came back and sat down next to me again he wouldn't be able to miss the full view of my firm tits. All that I had to do was lean forward about an inch, and he would be able to see my dark pink nipples, still erect and hard from all the excitement that I was feeling.
He came back a few minutes later and excused himself for going into the other room to answer the phone. He sat down, closer to me this time, and when he lowered his eyes to my open shirt I thought that they were going to pop out of his head.
"Were you feeling a little warm in here?" he asked, with a strange kind of smile on his face.
"Just a little I guess." I put my hand on his leg and gave it a little squeeze with my fingers.
Suddenly he pushed me down on the sofa and put his lips hungrily against mine. He forced my lips apart with his tongue and with his hands found his way underneath my shirt. He began to massage my tits. He took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinched it. He began to kiss me wildly all over my face. For the first time in my life, I felt as if someone were really making love to me, not at me.
I moved my hand down his side and felt for his cock. It was already hard and it felt huge in my hand. I caressed it through the material of his pants.
"Take it out." He murmured in my ear. He sat up so that I could unzip him easily. It nearly sprang out at me. I couldn't help but just stare at it for a while.
"Do you like it?"
"Mmmmmmmmm . . . it's the nicest cock I've ever seen. It's so long and hard," I said as my hand moved up and down the long shaft. I bent my head down to the tip of his tool and flicked my tongue out at the head of it. I felt him take a sharp intake of breath when I started to take the head of it into my mouth.
"That's nice," he whispered. "You suck real nice, Judy. It feels so good. Why don't you play with my balls a little?"
I stopped my sucking for a moment and tugged at his pants. He got the message and stood up to take his pants off. In a moment he was standing in front of me completely naked. He was beautiful. His cock stood straight out in front of him, kind of like a flagpole, I thought.
"Now I want to see you naked, Judy." I unbuckled my jeans and pulled them off slowly. He reached out. and ran his hand up and down my soft legs. He gently toyed with my pussy through the flimsy material of the panties that I had on. I undid the rest of my shirt and in another moment we were both as naked as the day we were born.
"You've got a beautiful body, Judy. I want to kiss all of it. I want to suck every bit of you." I was going mad with desire, no man had ever said anything like that to me before. "Lie down on the floor and let me make love to you." I did as he asked. It felt strange to be lying naked on the floor of a strange man's apartment. It felt almost evil. But I liked it. No, I loved it. I loved being wanted in such a way.
He got down on his knees next to me and started running his hands all over me. It wasn't long before his mouth was on mine once again. His tongue seemed to be fucking my mouth. Soon his hot mouth was on my tits. He was rolling his tongue around my nipples and gingerly biting on them. I couldn't believe how good it felt when someone sucked them that way.
His head moved farther down to the hairy patch between my thighs. He moved his tongue slowly up and down my pussy lips. The sensations were driving me wild. I started grinding my hips into the floor. Then he darted his tongue into my cunt.
"Oooooooh . . . eat me! Suck my cunt! Oh your mouth feels so good down there!" His tongue found its way to my clit. He started flicking it back and forth across that sensitive spot until I thought I was going to go mad from it. I felt a strange tightening in my vagina and knew that this was going to be it. Finally I was going to come. My pussy started to quiver. I could feel my cunt muscles starting to contract. He sucked harder and harder on my cunt trying to lick up all my juices into his mouth.
My cunt was still throbbing after he removed his mouth from my hot and wet pussy. My hand went down to his stiff prick.
"I want you," I moaned. "I want you to shove this into me. I can't wait any longer for it. Make me come that way too. I want to feel you inside me."
He spread my legs with his strong hands and positioned his cock at the entrance to my juicy love hole. I winced when I felt him enter me. He was almost twice as wide as Tom and at least two inches longer. I felt him pushing deeper and deeper info my hot sopping hole. I thought that his huge dick was going to tear me apart. Finally, with one long hard stroke, he pushed it all the way into my cunt. Then he pulled his giant cock almost all the way out again before he shoved it all the way in.
It was glorious. I had never experienced anything like it before. My pussy felt as if it were burning up. He must have been crushing me with his weight, but all I could feel was that huge prick pushing its way in and out of my hole with every thrust of his muscular body.
"Is it good?" I heard him ask. "Do you like being fucked this way?"
"I love it! I love your big fat dick. I love the way it feels tearing in and out of my pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me until I come again and again!"
I was bucking my hips to meet every thrust of his beautiful tool. It wasn't long before I began to feel that hot burning sensation between my thighs once again.
"I'm coming! Ooooooh . . . it's so good!" I felt my cunt muscles contracting around his thick shaft. He kept ramming it into me. I was digging my nails into his back. I didn't even think that I might really be hurting him as I dug my nails into his back, and he didn't seem to care whether I was hurting him or not.
I moved my hands around to his ass and pushed his dick deeper into my pussy. I could feel the sweat sticking between our two bodies. Stan started breathing heavier, and I knew that it was only a matter of moments before he would be shooting his hot load of come into my throbbing hole. He was fucking me as hard and fast as he possibly could.
"I want your come!" I whispered into his ear. "Come inside me! I want to feel you shooting off in my pussy!"
I saw the contorted expression on his face, and in another moment his hot fluids were released into me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tighter to my hot naked body. I could feel his cock throb with every hot spurt of his come. He kept up his fucking motions until every drop of his sex juice was milked from his giant shaft
There was a loud sucking sound when he finally pulled his prick out of my wet hole. Suddenly I felt empty. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted him to fuck me until my cunt was raw.
As he lay on his back next to me, I couldn't help taking his beautiful tool in my hands. I couldn't get over how small it was now that it was soft and weak. I brought my head down between his hairy thighs and took his limp prick into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath.
I remembered reading once that a man's cock was very sensitive just after he had had an orgasm. This was the first time that I ever felt the desire to find out. It was exciting for me to be able to take his entire organ into my mouth. I could taste the combination of our juices on his weapon.
I held his balls in my hands and gently played with them using my fingertips. He wasn't saying anything, but I could tell by the expression on his face that he was truly enjoying the blowjob that I was giving him.
His hand moved to my head and I felt his fingers running through my hair. He started grinding his hips into the floor. His dick was starting to get hard again. Gradually, I was able to take less and less of it into my mouth. Sometimes I felt the desire to suck Tom's cock until it got hard again, but once always seemed to be enough for him.
"I'd like to come in your mouth this tune," Stan said. "I want you to taste my come! I want you to swallow it all down your lovely throat, Judy."
At that moment I couldn't think of anything else that I would have wanted more. Nothing could have been more satisfying than to feel his hot come shooting into my mouth.
"Suck me, Judy! Make me come in your face!"
His cock was as hard as iron now. I moved my mouth and tongue up and down as much of the thick shaft as I could. I was turned on by his talking to me while I sucked him off. Tom would just lay there and grunt when he was about ready to shoot.
I was sucking like mad on his dick. I couldn't wait to taste his thick milky fluid in my mouth. I ran my finger under his balls and gently started to work it into his asshole. It drove him wild. I felt his hips jolt and force his cock deeper into my warm mouth.
"You really know how to give good head, baby," I heard him groan. "Your mouth is sooooooo good. You could keep me hard all day long this way, Keep sucking!"
I could only half hear his words. I was too involved with the blowjob I was giving him. I was so very excited knowing how good I could make a man feel.
His cock was so thick that my mouth was starting to get tired from sucking him so hard. I had to take my mouth off him and give it a little rest, so that when he was ready to come I would be able to taste and swallow all of his wonderful come juice. I wrapped my hand around his thickness. It was still wet and slippery from my saliva. I moved my hand up and down the long shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"My mouth needs a little rest," I said. "I'm not used to a cock as big as yours. I want to be able to taste you when you come."
He looked at me a little disappointed. Then he smiled when I gave his dick a tender squeeze; "Anyway you want to do it, Judy. We've got all the time in the world. Just do whatever you like."
I knew that it was going to take a little longer to come this time than the last, but that was fine with me.
I wanted to enjoy every minute of seeing how hot that I could get a man, a man who knew how to appreciate a woman and take care of her needs.
My mind was a total blank. All I was aware of was Stan's awesome cock being massaged by my hands, its thick ruby head throbbing under my fingers. I was tempted to put it back in my pussy, but I knew that he wanted me to suck him off, and I wasn't going to disappoint him. I wanted to give him the best blowjob that any man had ever gotten. As far as I was concerned, I was the sexiest, hottest woman in the world at that moment. I would never have believed anything to the contrary right then. I had a beautiful man with a beautiful cock trembling under my hand. I felt wonderful in the knowledge that he wanted to shoot his come into my mouth and feel my hands caressing his balls.
I was ready to take him back into my mouth again. I lowered my head down onto his shaft and tried to get as much of it as I could into my small mouth. Finally, I felt the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. I started to gag and pulled off it a little bit. When I felt his hands on my head, I got a little scared, because I thought he was going to try to push me farther down on him. But he didn't. He just stroked my hair. Stan seemed strange that way-in some ways he was very forceful, yet in others he was very gentle, a combination that I had never before come across.
"You like sucking my cock, don't you, Judy? Don't you like the way it feels in your mouth? It's all hard, Judy. And it's all for you. Every inch of my hard dick, it's all for you. It's for your mouth and for your tight cunt!" Stan kept stroking my hair as he spoke. His words were as exciting as hell to me. It had never been like that before, but it all seemed so natural to me then, as if it couldn't be right any other way.
I rolled my tongue around his shaft, making loud slurping noises. His cock felt so smooth in my mouth, so hard and yet so soft at the same time.
"Not much longer, Judy!" Stan's voice was beginning to sound a bit strained. I made my mouth suck harder on his cock. I couldn't wait for his hot come to start spurting into me.
"Mmmmmmmmm. . . . You're so good! Fuck me with your mouth. I want to fuck your beautiful face!"
His dick was throbbing wildly in my mouth, his thick cockhead pulsating against the roof of my mouth. With my tongue I could taste the first drops of come on the tip of his cock. I used my tongue to poke at the little hole in his dick.
Suddenly I felt the first hot jet of come shooting into my throat. Then another and another. I rolled the juices around his cock with my tongue before I started to swallow. His dick kept shooting more and more of his love juice into my mouth. I couldn't swallow it fast enough and felt it dripping down the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I kept milking his dick for all I was worth. I felt so hot-hotter than I had ever been in my life.
I pictured what I must have looked like at that moment-with my eyes closed and my mouth wrapped around his smooth, shimmering pole and his come dripping all over my face. I took my hand away from his balls and wiped his juices off the side of my mouth, rubbing the thick fluid between my fingers. Then I wiped some more of his come off my chin and rubbed it into one of my nipples with my hand.
It wasn't too much longer before I could feel him getting softer inside my mouth. I sucked on his cock as hard as I could until I was sure that I had gotten every drop of his come out of his prick, and I kept sucking until it was all down my throat. I looked up at his face and saw beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. At last I felt like a total woman. I held his cock in my mouth and gently rolled my tongue all around it. It felt good to be able to hold once again all of his love tool in my mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
Stan and I made love for the rest of the afternoon. He sucked my cunt again and fucked me several more times, each time better than the time before. I had lost count of how many orgasms I had had. I sucked his cock after every fuck until he got hard again.
I wasn't experienced enough to realize that Stan was unusually virile. I just thought that Tom wasn't or didn't care to be. I didn't know how I was ever going to be able to go back to him. But at least I wasn't foolish enough to think that what had happened between Stan and me was anything but pure horniness. Even though it had been terrific with Stan, whom I didn't love, I knew it could be so much more wonderful with someone I did care for.
I did love Tom, or at least I thought I did. I knew that if there was a way for me to show him what it's like to really make love, I could make him happier too. But I had to think of a way to get him to understand. I racked my mind for an answer, but came up with a complete blank.
I went back to Carol's apartment and kept pondering the situation. There just had to be a way to make Tom understand how I felt. I tried to envision what it would be like to be fucking Tom: I wanted to hear him tell me what a great cunt I had. I wanted to hear him tell me that he loved the way I went down on him. But most of all, I wanted desperately to be able to tell him how much I loved his hard dick inside my mouth and pussy. Sex was something we never discussed. I didn't know whether it was because I had hang-ups about talking while we fucked, or if he had them, or if we both did. When it came time for bed, we just did it, or perhaps I should say that he just did it. I knew that that had to change now. I didn't know how to change him or even how to begin, but it had to be done because I didn't want to have to leave him.
I waited nervously for Carol to get home from work, for I thought that she would surely be able to help me solve my problem. I was also anxious to tell her about Stan. I figured that she must have had him too, and I thought that it would be exciting to compare notes with her, something I had never had the opportunity to do before that day.
Finally I heard her at the door. I nearly jumped up and ran across the living room to greet her. She looked beat when she came in. I remembered that she worked as a saleswoman in a large department store in one of the shopping centers nearby and that being on her feet all day was not much reason for feeling chipper when she got home from work. That reminded me of another thing about Tom that annoyed me: he thought that a wife should stay home and cook and raise children if there were any. He felt that only the man of the house should be bringing in any money. It didn't make a difference that the amount of money he brought in was barely enough to make ends meet. But for the time being, that was not my main concern. First, I wanted him to learn a few things about love.
"I hope you don't mind," I started, "but I didn't get a chance to fix anything for dinner."
"That's all right. I've gotten so used to having to do it for myself that it didn't even occur to me to expect it." As she spoke she moved over to the couch and took off her shoes to let her feet breathe for a while.
"So what did you do all day long? Something interesting I hope?"
There was a strange tone in her voice, almost as if she knew exactly what I had done all day. But I just assumed that it was my imagination. Then it suddenly occurred to me that it might not be such a good idea to tell her about Stan, because for all I knew they might have had a thing going with each other. So I figured that I might as well just play it by ear. I sort of hoped that she would mention Stan and let me know what sort of relationship she had with him, if any at all. However, I was sure that she must have had sex with him-after all, he did have a key to her apartment.
Now I was really stuck. I didn't want to lie to her, but
I didn't want to take the chance of. her getting angry with me either. Finally, she said something that I thought might be able to help me out.
"Oh, by the way, I should have mentioned that one of the neighbors has a key to my apartment. I hope he didn't drop by and scare you half to death."
Well, I still wasn't sure. She did refer to him as her neighbor, but that didn't rule out the possibility that he was also her lover. I decided that I would just have to play along and see what happened.
"As a matter-of-fact, he did come by." I tried to sound as casual as I possible could. "He stopped in to borrow some coffee. But he didn't scare me. In fact, he was really quite nice. I have to admit though that I was a little surprised to see him walk into the apartment."
"Well, anyway, he is a nice guy. It's just that he's a little off the wall at times. Sometimes Stan stays in his apartment for days at a time. You never see him at all. But other times, he's always around and everywhere you turn you run into him."
"He didn't seem so strange. I thought that he was a really nice guy." I still wasn't sure of her relationship with him. I wanted desperately to tell her about what had happened, but I was determined not to take any chances.
"Just because he's a little nuts doesn't mean that I don't like him. I wouldn't give him my key if I didn't It's just that it's difficult to find out what he's all about."
"I guess I see what you mean." It was about time I was getting to the point since I was really becoming impatient. I decided to be blunt: "Is he what you might call your boyfriend or anything of that nature?"
"Stan? You have to be kidding. I don't think that anyone could bear to see someone like him constantly. All he ever wants to do is fucK. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but there is a limit to how much a girl can take. Especially with someone built the way he is. You should see the size of his dong. It has got to be the biggest thing I've ever . . . "
"I did!" Carol's mouth just hung open. She sat there and didn't say another word for a few minutes. Finally she broke the silence.
"So that's what you were so busy doing all day. And believe me, I know that he can do it all day if he wants, to. Why didn't you tell me?"
"At first I couldn't wait to tell you. After all, it was one of your suggestions. But then I realized that he might be your boyfriend and I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure where you stood with him."
"Believe me, Judy, where Stan is concerned no one does much standing. You spend most of the time with him in a horizontal position." She giggled to herself over what she had said.
"It didn't take too long to find that out. He came over here and we had a cup of coffee together. The next thing I knew, I was in his apartment and he was fucking the daylights out of me." I closed my eyes trying to recreate the situation in my head once again.
"Well, do you feel better now that you've been what Stan would call 'well-fucked'? "
"I don't think that I can remember the last time that I felt any better!"
"No guilt? No shame? No regrets?"
To all three questions I'll have to say no. And I couldn't be happier about it"
"I hope that you know where Stan's head is at when it comes to things like that"
"I know, no involvement Just sex. Pure great fucking sex! That's all there is to it. And it's okay with me." After all, I thought to myself, that was really all I wanted from him also, so why should I feel any guilt or regrets about it? I owed it to myself to know what it feels like to have someone really make love to me.
"Well, I have to admit it" Carol said. "He's one of the best fucks that I've ever had, too." Carol had the same look on her face when she spoke, that I had when I remembered balling him: It was sort of a sly smile that made me think she was imagining the length of that huge cock sliding in and out of her cunt. I was getting a little excited thinking about Stan and Carol fucking while I was there watching. What a scene that could turn out to be! But that was only my imagination. I had a long way to go before I could actually get myself into something like that without feeling a little, or should I say, a lot strange.
I thought about what Carol had said about the size of Stan's cock, that she also thought it was really large. And she had a lot more experience than I did. Maybe Tom's wasn't that small after all. Maybe it was average. Who knows, maybe it was even more than average. I had to find out I had to know. I felt all of a sudden that
I must experience at least a few more men before I could try to patch things up with Tom.
I started thinking about Tom. I wondered where he was and, what he was doing. I was curious to know whether he was worried sick trying to find out where I was, or if he was just assuming that I was going to come crawling back to him, no matter how he wanted to treat me. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that he would try to call me here, to see if Carol might know where I was. But he and Carol didn't get along at all. In fact, he didn't like anyone who kept me from devoting all of my time to him.
When I finally got away from my thoughts, I realized that Carol, wasn't sitting next to me anymore. I heard the sound of dishes and metal pots. I walked into the kitchen. She was getting dinner ready.
"Sorry," I said, "I've been doing a lot of daydreaming lately." , .
"What about..."
"Tom, I guess. I just wonder what he's doing right now. I would like him to be worried out of his mind. But then again, I really wouldn't like to do that to him."
"I know what you mean. It's not your fault. You love the guy. I always thought that he didn't deserve to have you, but you are my friend and if he is what you want, who am I to say anything about it?"
"I wish that you would both give each other a chance. I know that I'm down on him now, and for a really good reason. But I love him, and I just wish that we could all get along."
"I know how you feel. I promise that if you two ever get this thing worked out, I will make a special effort to try and make him like me. Jan will too. There's no reason why we can't all be, friends."
"I hope so. That would really make my life a lot nicer." , "Anyway, let's get down to the matter at hand. What are you going to do about Tom? Do you really want to go back to him?"
"I really do. But not right away. I want to experience what it's like to be by myself for a little while. And I want other men now. I want to know everything I can; everything I've missed because I've spent all these years with Tom."
"I had a feeling that it wouldn't take much to convince you."
"What do you mean?"
"Look, maybe you and Tom will get back together and maybe you won't. But for the time being you've got a lot to catch up on, so I put the idea of fucking into your head last night. I don't know if it had anything to do with what happened to you today, but it makes me happy to think it did."
"But I still have a nice-sized problem."
"You mean with Tom?"
"Exactly. Just because I've found out what making love is all about doesn't mean that Tom is going to "be willing to learn."
"Have you come up with any ideas how to teach him?" I had the distinct impression that Carol was hoping I would leave Tom altogether.
"Not a damn thing!" I replied.
"I'm surprised at you, Judy, the answer is really pretty simple if you just look at the obvious."
"Well, just what is the obvious?"
"Don't you see? You knew that he was cheating you out of sex, but you really didn't know for sure until you asked me and Jan the other day. So when that wasn't enough, you found out first hand, you got fucked by someone else-a damn good choice I might add. So there's your answer. You'll just have to get Tom to do the same."
"You're right! That has to be the answer! But how am I supposed to get him to go out and find someone else to fuck? And suppose that she doesn't care about how he fucks?" I was quickly beginning to lose faith in the idea. There seemed to be no point in letting him fuck someone who couldn't control him and teach him the way it should be done. Besides, Tom wasn't the type to go out and find somebody. He just wouldn't cheat on me-another fact that proved how lucky I was to be married to him. No, it just wouldn't work.
"You don't have to worry that he won't go out and look for someone. It is so much simpler if we bring that someone to him. It has to be someone he would never have considered having sex with; someone who would take the lead because he never would. And I think I know just the person for the job." Carol walked to the phone and started to dial. I loved the way her mind worked-it was so devious and so evil at times. She had me so intrigued that I hadn't even thought to ask who she had in mind. It turned out that Carol had called Jan. She was the perfect choice; Carol had been right in her judgment. There was no way that Tom would ever take the initiative if it were a close friend like Jan. This would be the perfect opportunity for her to show him what makes a woman feel good. And as far as I knew, Jan knew exactly what those things were.
I must admit, however, that I was not too happy with the idea of my husband fucking one of my best friends. But it was the only resolution to the problem. If it worked, which was pretty certain, it would be well worth it. If it didn't, then it would only go to show that my marriage was a lost cause.
"Well, it's practically all set," Carol said as she hung up the phone.
"What do you mean by practically?" I asked, starting to get worried again. , "What I mean is that I didn't want to go into all the details over the phone. But I did get across to her the general idea. She's coming over tomorrow night. Then we can discuss it and make sure that it all works out the way that we want it to."
"How soon do you think we should let Tier go ahead with it?"
"Not for another couple of days, at least. Give him some time to get a little horny. Then when he sees Jan he will go nuts because he won't be able to touch her. Anyway, I've got more important things for us tonight. I'm going out, and you've got a date."
"With whom?" I wasn't sure that I liked the idea of a blind date. Besides, I was pretty worn out from my afternoon with Stan.
"His name is Brad. He's one of the assistant managers down at the store. You'll like him. He is really quite good looking." Carol was getting ready to -go out as she spoke to me. I didn't like having to follow her all around the apartment trying to hear what she was saying.
"My God, Carol! I can't go out tonight. I've had enough today to last me for at least a couple of weeks, if not months."
"Judy, there's no such thing as enough. Besides, you don't have to go anywhere. You can stay right here if you want. He's coming over around eight or eight-thirty."
I didn't fully understand what was going on. "Where are you going to be?" I was hoping that she would say she would stay right here with me.
"I told you. I'm going out. I actually met an old-fashioned guy today. He wants to take me to a movie before he tries to fuck me, I suppose. I guess it helps some guys get rid of their guilt complexes or something."
"Just how the hell do you expect me to entertain a total stranger in your apartment with you gone. Does he know that you're not going to be here?"
"Yes, he knows. And don't worry so much. You've done all right with a total stranger once before today." Carol must have been able to tell from the expression oh my face that I was really upset with her. "Judy, don't worry. You'll like him. Really, you will. He's not the pushy type. He won't try to force you into doing anything that you don't want to do."
"Well, I guess it's too late to do anything about it now. I'm sorry that I sounded a little pissed off at you. It was really nice of you to think of me." J. wasn't really sure that I had meant what I had said to her. But she was my friend and she had done what she thought was good for me. I had no cause to be angry at her.
"So long, Judy!" I heard her yell from the front door. I'll see you in the morning. Have a good time and don't worry." Before I could turn around to reply, she was already out the door.
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet. I had a little over two hours. I inadvertently rubbed my hands between my legs. My pussy felt a little raw. I decided to take a bath and soak in the tub for a while. I thought it might take away some of the rawness.
The bath had definitely been a good idea. It had made me feel a hundred percent better. My cunt didn't feel nearly as raw as it had before. Although I had enjoyed it, I realized that I would have to be crazy to try and take on someone like Stan any time soon again.
I looked through Carol's closet trying to find something to put on. I didn't feel like going anywhere, whether this guy liked it or not. I was just too tired. So I settled on something casual, just a pair of shorts made from cut off jeans, and a tank top. I checked myself out in the full length mirror behind the door.
I looked pretty damn sexy if I say so myself. I didn't realize just how short those shorts were. A slight bend on my part and the bottom of my ass cheeks were quite visible. The tank top didn't do me any harm either. It did a lot to make my bust look really nice and firm. Not that it wasn't that way anyway, but it just made it more so. The top being so snug fitting, my nipples were clearly outlined through the thin material.
I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted this guy to fuck me, but I wanted to tease him a little with this outfit. I just hoped that his cock wasn't monstrous if I decided to get it on with him. I wished that I could find that out before getting him to the point of no return. I wanted to look and act so sexy that he would get hard in his pants and I could check it out that way.
I had about a half hour left before he would arrive. I felt like a fool just sitting there waiting for a total stranger to come to the door. I turned on the television to occupy my time until he got there.
A half hour went by and he didn't show up. Then it was an hour and he still wasn't there yet. I started to feel more relieved than anything else. I thought that I'd just watch some television for a few hours and then go to sleep.
It was ten after nine when the doorbell finally rang. All of a sudden I lost my calm and became incredibly nervous. I was totally unprepared for meeting anyone. I got up and went to the door. There he was, my date, I thought to myself. Carol hadn't been kidding, he was good-looking. He was almost too good-looking. In fact, he would have made a very attractive woman.
"Judy?" He had a very pleasant sounding voice.
"Yes, I'm Judy." I must have looked like a fool. I just kept staring at him. It was the first time that I'd ever seen a man that I could call pretty.
"I'm Brad Thomas. Sorry I'm late but I got tied up at work and I got away as soon as I could." I watched him trying not to be too obvious about looking over my body. Well that's what it's there for, so let him look as much as he wants.
"That's okay. Look, if you don't mind, I'm a little tired, so I just thought we'd stay here and watch some television," I said as I turned around, giving him a nice eyeful of my ass and leading him into the living room.
"That's fine with me. I'm a little tired myself."
The more that I looked at him the more I began to like him. There was something about his face and his whole appearance that generated a kind of warmth and kindness. He seemed to look like the kind of person that everyone would always want to be friends with.
He came and sat down on the couch with me. We made small talk for a while. When we ran out of things to say we pretended to get involved in whatever was on television until one of us thought of something to say. It went on like that for almost two hours.
I decided that I wanted him, but I was a little worried about how large his dick might be. If it looked too large for my sore cunt, I would be more than happy to just suck him off and let him do the same for me. I took advantage of every opportunity to show off my body to him. Brad took advantage of those times also. He could hardly keep his eyes off my tits, especially the way they were poking out at him every time I turned his way. From time to time, I glanced down at his crotch hoping to see some sign of how well equipped he was. But there was nothing visible.
He seemed to be a little shy, so I knew that if anything was going to happen that night, I was going to have to make the first move. The prospect started to excite me a bit. Tonight I was determined to try my hand at it.
We started talking again and I tried to get the conversation on a more relaxed level. I asked him about Carol and how long he had known her. I thought that it might be good to start out on common ground. He started to loosen up. He began to tell me stories about how she acted when she was at work. I tried to laugh as sincerely as I could even though I didn't think that they were such funny stories.
I moved closer to him and rested my hand on the outside of his thigh. I was so close that when I turned to look at him my tits would brush up against his arm. Since he was wearing a short sleeve shirt, I was sure that he could feel the hardness of my nipples every time it happened.
When I got up again to get something to drink, I accidentally on purpose brushed my hand along the inside of his thigh until I lightly touched his cock. I felt an instant jolt go through him. He almost jumped out of his seat. He was hard and I hadn't even noticed. When I came back from the kitchen and focused on the hardness between his legs, I couldn't tell how big he was down there. But my plotting for him was getting me so hot that I could feel my pussy already starting to get wet.
I handed him his drink and sat down close to him again. I knew that it was time for me to make a move.
"I hope that I didn't embarrass you before. I mean when my hand slipped." I wondered if he believed that it really slipped.
"No, not really. I guess that you just caught me a little off guard."
"You sure jumped high enough to be off guard." I noticed that the bulge in his pants was quite prominent now. I was very obvious about where I was focusing my attention. He made no attempt to conceal his hard-on.
"It never bothers me when things like this happen. What can I do if I get excited?" He was fully aware that I was staring at his cock.
"I admire a man who is not ashamed to show what he has got. Besides, I've been showing you what I've got all night."
"I know. I've been admiring your body all night. It is beautiful. Do you suppose that we could go somewhere and admire each other more comfortably?"
I was glad that he was starting to participate. It made things a lot easier for me.
"Just follow my lead and it'll take but a moment." I was beginning to like his attitude more and more. I got up and led him into the bedroom. I sat down on the bed and he stood right in front of me. His prick was directly in front of my mouth.
I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. They fell around his ankles and he kicked them off. He took off his shirt and socks. He had a very sexy chest. Not particularly broad or muscular, but just manly enough. He was standing in front of me with nothing on but his jockey shorts. In another moment they were off too.
His prick wasn't as big as Stan's, but from what I could gather from Carol, very few are. It was a nice size though. It stood straight out in front of him. It was smooth and hard and curved up a little.
I was just about to take it in my mouth when he pushed me away. His hands reached down and he pulled the tank top over my head. He used both hands to massage my tits. His hands were strong and they felt good on my boobs.
"You've got really nice tits, Judy. So round and firm."
"I'd like it if you'd kiss them for me. Take them in your mouth and suck on my nipples." He pushed me on the bed and did as I had asked. I felt him licking and sucking on my tits, trying to get as much of them into his mouth as he could.
His mouth moved down and explored my stomach and navel. He licked across just above the top of my shorts. I could feel his hands trying to unclasp them. He quickly pulled them down and followed that by ridding me of my bikini panties shortly after.
"Eat my pussy, Brad! I want to feel your tongue in my wet hole. Make my clit stand up! I'm already wet down there. I'm wet for you! Lick me! Lick my cunt!"
I could feel his tongue running up and down my cunt lips. He moved one hand underneath me and massaged my ass. His other hand moved up to my tits and caressed them. I felt like I was being fucked by three men. I reached down and pushed his head tighter onto my burning pussy. His tongue found its way to my protruding little clit and he flicked back and forth across it so quickly that I thought I was going to go mad from it.
Then he started to push his tongue into my wetness. It felt like I was being fucked by a tiny prick
"Ooooooooooooooooo . . . Brad! Suck my pussy! It's sooooooooooo good! Eat my juices! Make me come!"
I started grinding my pussy all over his face. He was dripping with my hot cream a moment later. I took his hand off my tits and brought it up to my mouth. I sucked on his fingers as if they were five thin cocks.
I started to feel that sensation that was still so new to me. He was going to eat me to my come. I could feel my body start to tense.
Brad moved his hand from my ass to my throbbing pussy. He shoved two fingers into my cunt and I thought I was going to go wild. His tongue worked on my clit while he was finger fucking me with his hand.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . . I'm gonna come! Lick my pussy! Suck it all down! My cunt is so hot! Sooooooooo hot! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
I was pushing my cunt harder and harder into his face. All the juices in my burning hole were being released. My body shook as my cunt contracted around his fingers. He removed his fingers from my cunt and sucked my pussy lips into his mouth. When it was finally all over I had never felt so totally relaxed.
"Do you like my mouth, Judy?" Brad asked, lifting his head up from between my thighs. His face was glistening. It was covered with the thick, hot juices of my cunt.
"You have a great mouth. No one has ever eaten me like that before. Now I want to do something for you. You can tell me if you like my mouth."
He came next to me on the bed and turned over on his back. I started kissing my love juice off his face. My hand' went directly to his stiff rod. It was standing straight up in the air. Almost like a flagpole, I thought. My fingernails played along the sides of his cock and down to his hairy balls.
"I like that," I whispered to him. "I like your cock. It's so nice and hard. It's so smooth. I'm going to take it in my mouth now and give you a blowjob. Do you think you'd like that?"
I didn't think that I'd have to wait for an answer. I moved my head down to the tip of his prick and lashed my tongue out at it. I licked down his ivory-smooth shaft until I came to his hairy sac. I took his balls in my mouth and felt his whole body quiver beneath my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his balls until he screamed for me to stop. I ran my tongue back up the underside of his shaft and up to the tip of his lovely cock once again.
"Take it, Judy. Take me into your mouth...into your beautiful hot mouth!"
I didn't need his encouragement. I lowered my lips over his dick and sucked almost the entire length of it into my mouth. I slowly fucked his cock with my mouth, using gentle but steady up and down motions. While I did this I rolled my tongue around his shaft. I could almost taste his excitement in my mouth.
"You have a good mouth too, Judy. Suck me! Oooooo-ooooh . . . suck my stiff dick! It's so good!"
He started moving his hips up and pushing his dick further into my mouth. I did my best to back away each time we did this. I liked to suck cock, but I didn't like the idea of choking to death.
Suddenly, his hand was on my cunt again, his fingers running up and down my pussy lips and getting me hotter than I already was. I could feel his cock pulsating inside my mouth.
"I want you, Judy! I want to put my dick into your juicy nest. I want to feel it all around me. I need you now! I need to fuck you now!"
I lifted my head from his throbbing weapon and maneuvered myself over his slim body. I lowered my cunt over his shaft and ever so slowly pushed myself down onto it. We fucked each other slow and easy for several minutes. His hands went to my tits and massaged them roughly, but it felt good to me.
"Does it feel nice, Brad? You like the way my cunt feels on your stiff dick? You have such a nice one. It feels so good inside me."
"You have a lovely cunt, Judy. It's so nice and tight You're such a good fuck. I love the way you fuck me. I love the way you fuck my cock!"
It felt nice to have him just lie there while I had to do all the work. I felt as if I were in total control, not only of my pussy, but of his cock. I felt myself getting ready to come again. I started moving faster on his pole. I wanted him to come with me. I wanted to feel him shooting inside me while my cunt muscles contracted around his tool and milked all the come out of him.
I felt his body tense and I knew that he was about to shoot at any moment. So was I.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh . . . I'm gonna shoot!" Brad groaned. "I'm gonna shoot my hot come into your cunt!"
I felt the spasms of orgasm as he started to shoot his load into me. My cunt squeezed his dick and let go and squeezed it again. He kept coming in me. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hole with every spurt of his come.
I finally collapsed on top of him, not letting him take his fast shrinking cock out of my pussy.
"You're a great fuck," I heard him whisper.
"You're good, too. Would you like me to make it hard again for us, so we can fuck some more? I love to suck a soft cock and feel it get hard all over again in my mouth."
I lifted myself off his prick. It had shriveled almost to the size of a little boy's. But I didn't care how big or small it was when it was soft; I was only interested in the size of a hard cock, a nice smooth hard cock. In my cunt or in my mouth-I loved it both ways. I felt like I could spend my entire life doing nothing but fucking and sucking and being sucked and being fucked.
I took his now tiny instrument into my mouth and swished it around and around. His body quivered from the sensation. In a couple of minutes he was getting hard again. I could hardly wait until it was like a rock once more, so I could feel him ramming it into my box until I came. I wanted this next one to be a long, long, slow fuck. A couple of more minutes and he was as hard as before.
I watched as he guided his dick to the lips of my pussy. He pushed in slowly, a little bit at a time. He fucked me slow and easy. Before he was finished he brought me to three more orgasms.
He didn't want to come in my cunt this time. He wanted my mouth. I was more than happy to give it to him. When he finally came, I swallowed every drop of his come, and I kept sucking until his cock was dry.
After that I was sound asleep. It was a well needed rest since I had had an unusually busy day.
CHAPTER FOUR
When I woke up the next morning, Brad was gone. But I wasn't alone in bed, I had company. Carol and her date from the night before were in the bed with me. It all seemed very strange to me: A stranger that I had never seen before, Carol, and myself, all in the same bed. And all three of us were completely nude.
Carol and her friend were still fast asleep. I had no idea when they had come in or when Brad had left Carol was sleeping on her side at the edge of the bed. Her date was between us, lying on his back. I couldn't help but notice how huge his hard-on was.
I realized that I must have been sound asleep on the same bed with them while they were more than likely banging the hell out of each other. I thought that it was probably just as well that I had been sleeping. I don't know how I could have possibly handled a situation like that if I were awake.
I kept staring at that guy's big, hard prick. I was nearly overcome with the temptation to take his thick flesh in my hand and stroke it. I couldn't help wondering if he would wake up if I did that. Maybe he would just think that he was dreaming. The more I thought about it, the more the idea excited me.
He had a nice cock. Just about as long as Stan's, but not quite as thick. I was getting hotter and hotter every second that I looked at his beautiful organ. Imagine, jacking off a total stranger while he was fast asleep with my best friend fast asleep in the same bed while I was doing it!
Finally I just couldn't help myself any longer. I just had to touch that thick meat. I had to hold his rod in my hand. I had to feel his hot come dripping between my fingers and his throbbing prick.
I don't know where I got the courage, but I managed to place my hand very lightly on his stiff pecker. I heard a slight moan from him and froze instantly. I waited a few seconds, my hand still on his cock. He was still sleeping. I began moving my hand up and down his fat shaft. With every motion of my hand, the head of his cock seemed to throb and grow larger and larger.
I gently moved my hands all over his thick smooth shaft. I was trying to imagine what it would be like to have his huge dong in my pussy, to get on top of him and fuck him in his sleep. To feel his hot load of come shooting into me. With my other hand, I lightly scratched over the surface of his hairy balls. I felt his body tense from the sensation, but I knew that he was still sleeping. I could feel my cunt already getting wet from the excitement I was feeling. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to have that thick tool in my cunt, fucking me until I came. I had to feel my cunt muscles contracting around his long, fat dick.
I positioned myself over his firm muscular body. I lowered myself down until the entrance to my pussy was at the head of his cock. I gently pushed myself down on him until I felt his dick entering my cunt. I pushed down a bit harder and saw that I had engulfed almost half of the thick length in my juicy cunt. I heard him moan softly again. I assumed that he was still asleep, but I was wrong. Suddenly, I felt him push himself up until his entire prick was buried deep inside my wet hole.
I looked down at his face. His eyes were wide open. His hands moved up to my chest and massaged my firm tits. I put my hand behind my back and reached down to fondle his balls. I moved slowly up and down his shaft. I felt in full control of the fucking. His hands were still working on my tits. He was squeezing my nipples between his fingers, making them stand out stiff and hard.
He moved an arm around my neck and pulled my face down to his. Our lips met and his tongue found its way into my mouth. I pushed my tongue in and out of his mouth in a slow, almost fucking motion. It felt as if I were fucking his mouth while he was fucking my cunt.
I took my mouth away from his and sat straight up on his stiff dong. He was moving his hips up and down to meet my pussy with every stroke of my cunt on his dick. It was a nice way to fuck: nice and slow and easy, just gently sliding his cock in and out of me, feeling my hot juices flowing all around him.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . . " I groaned. "You have a nice cock. I like the way you fuck my cunt with it. It feels so nice inside me."
He didn't say anything. He just kept pushing his dick in and out of my pussy. I felt myself getting ready to come. I could tell by the look on his face that he was trying hard to hold himself back; trying to keep fucking me for as long as he could. I looked over to where Carol was. She was no longer asleep. She was watching his cock pumping into my hot sopping cunt. She moved her hand around to his balls and rubbed the hairy sac.
"I can't hold out any longer!" he moaned. "I'm gonna shoot!"
"I'm coming tool Shoot your load into my cunt! I want it! I want it now! I want your come in me!" I started riding his cock faster now. In a few moments I felt him shooting his load into my pussy. I felt our juices mixing together and flowing down the inside of my thighs. Carol was still massaging his balls, trying to drain him of every drop of his thick fluid.
He made one more final thrust into my hole before I felt his dick starting to grow soft inside me. He pulled me down on him and I felt Carol's tongue oh my thigh. She was licking the combination of our love creams. I felt one of her fingers moving over my tight little asshole. My cunt muscles contracted over his soft prick while I listened to Carol's tongue licking away at our juices. It was the most exciting fuck I had ever experienced.
Finally, I felt his cock slip out of my wet hole. I got off him and sat up in bed. Carol sat between his legs and rubbed his soft dick. Occasionally she moved her hands to his balls and hairy asshole.
"You two have a lot of nerve not bothering to wake me up for some of the fun," Carol remarked. "After all this is my house."
"I'm sorry, Carol. I guess I just got carried away with myself," I said.
"That's all right, Judy. I understand how it is. I know that this may sound ridiculous, but have you two been introduced?"
"No, we haven't," he said. "But I sure didn't feel like stopping to ask her name. I figured that it could wait"
"Well Judy, this is Bob Mason," Carol said, smiling at both of us.
"It's been more than a pleasure meeting you," Bob said.
"Believe me, it's been a pleasure for me, too."
Carol was still massaging his dick and balls. She moved her head forward and kissed the tip of his cock, sucking the remaining drops of come off it. She lifted her head from his cock.
"How about if I get my turn now? I think it would only be fair."
"You mean that you just expect me to hang around and watch you two?" I said. That's really not very fair at all. It looks as if there is enough cock there for the both of us." Bob just smiled as he watched the two of us arguing over his cock.
"You're right, Judy," Carol agreed. "There is a lot for both of us. But first we're going to have to get him back into working order. Why don't you rest for a little while and I'll start working on him."
Before either Bob or I could say anything, her mouth was already on his dick, taking all of his soft member into her face. I was getting very hot watching her sucking on Bob's dick. I had never been in that kind of situation before and I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
"Ooooooooooooh . . . suck my cockl You have such a great fucking mouth, Carol."
Bob pulled me towards him so that my tits were in front of his mouth. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and gently nibbled on it with his teeth.
"Sit on my face, Judy. I want to suck your cunt."
I got up and lowered my already wet pussy down to his face. I felt his tongue fly out at my juicy pussy lips. He darted his tongue into my slit and moved it up and down my hole, making me squirm on his face, rubbing my pussy juice all over his lips and eyes and nose. He grabbed my ass and pulled me down harder on his face. He found my stiff little clit and sucked on it with his hot lips.
"Eat me! Suck my wet pussy! Your tongue feels so good in my cunt. Make me come! Lick my juices into your mouth! Your mouth is so fucking great!"
I watched Carol sucking violently on his prick. I saw that he was starting to get hard again. I was getting hot as hell just watching her mouth moving on his cock. She took it out of her mouth when it was all hard again. She mounted him and lowered herself down on his tool. I heard her moan as she felt his cock enter her cunt and fuck her.
Bob was sucking me beautifully. I was face to face with Carol while she was fucking him. "Rub my clit for me, Judy!"
I was surprised by my reaction. Had someone even suggested something like that to me an hour ago, I would have gotten sick from the idea. But I just took my hand and found her clit with my middle finger and rubbed it. She started grinding her hips into him. I felt her body shake violently as she started to come. I kept fingering her until she came again. It wasn't long after that that I reached my own peak and my juices started flowing into Bob's waiting mouth.
Carol pulled herself off his cock. It was still hard. Now it was my turn to have his stiff cock in my burning pussy once gain. Carol was licking his balls as I lowered my pussy onto his throbbing prick. I took a sharp deep breath as I felt his cock sliding into my cunt. I had my back to Bob's face and could see his cock going in and out of my tight wet hole.
I ran my fingers through Carol's hair as I rode Bob's cock, feeling myself reaching another climax.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . . fuck mel Fuck my pussy, Bob! You're so big and hard! Make me come with your big dick!"
He was pushing himself into me harder and harder. His balls were slapping into Carol's face as he rammed his big dong into my hole.
"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna commmmmmmmmm . . . " Bob was pushing into my cunt as hard as he could. My cunt was milking all the come out of him as I reached my orgasm.
Carol pushed me off his dick and shoved it in her mouth, sucking all our juices off it until it finally was soft and small. I'd never felt so wicked before in my life. Never before, and never since, have I had such an exciting experience as that.
In the months that followed, whenever the three of us got together, we often repeated the same scene. Sometimes we spent the whole weekend in bed and we got up only for something to eat.
But this first time Bob left about an hour later. Carol and I showered together. We did our best to get each other as clean as possible. I couldn't believe how good it felt when she soaped up my boobs for me, or when I did the same to her beautiful, almost melon-like tits. It excited me when her huge brown nipples hardened under the touch of my wet hands. Standing in the shower, we fingered each other until we both came.
After we got dressed, Carol made some fresh coffee. She asked me how I liked my date the night before. I told her what had happened. She reacted as if she knew it all along. I guess she probably did.
"Did you like the way he fucked you?" she asked.
"You better believe I did. He's got a really fine cock. I was just a little sorry that I was so tired last night. If I hadn't fallen asleep last night, we could have had a real orgy when you and Bob got home."
"Well, don't feel too badly about it. We had a little orgy without you."
"You mean that . . . "
"I mean that the three of us fucked ourselves silly for half the night. I don't think that I've ever been so thoroughly fucked in all my life as I was last night. Next to Stan, those two guys have to be the horniest I've ever met."
"What time is Jan coming over?" I asked, trying to change the subject back to my original problem.
"She should be here in a little while."
"Do you think that it's going to do any good? Her fucking Tom, that is."
"Don't worry. I can't see why it wouldn't. Once he sees how much better it is when there's some mutual participation, he'll be a new man."
"I hope you're right."
"Of course I'm right. And Jan isn't the type to let him put anything over on her. Either she gets fucked her way, or she just won't let anyone fuck her."
"But how do you know she'll be able to get him to cooperate at all? I mean, Tom never cheated on me before He might . . . "
"Look, I've seen Jan get a guy hard just from the way she looks at him. If she can't seduce Tom, he's probably not human. I'm telling you, there's nothing to worry about!"
"Well, I just hope you're right," I said, as my doubts began to mount up. "I just hope you're right."
As I sat there drinking my coffee, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have one of my closest friends fucking my husband'. I also wondered how Jan was going to go about it. No one had heard from Tom since the night that I had left. Whatever the plan was to be, I just hoped that it would work.
When Jan finally arrived, she seemed quite anxious to get on with it. I, on the other hand, started to have my doubts when I was faced with the reality of it. But I knew that it was the only way.
As Jan sat there talking to us, I couldn't help but notice just how sexy she was. She was nicely built with slim hips and nice sized tits. The combination of her tan and her long blonde hair made her look almost like the typical sungoddess type. But at the same time her young features and petite size made her look as if she were an overly developed fourteen year old, a quality that could almost turn on a dead man.
Carol was busily explaining the whole situation to Jan while I was still daydreaming. I sort of wished that I could watch Jan seduce Tom without him knowing.
"So when would be the best time to get started with him?" I heard Jan ask.
"I think as soon as possible would be best."
"Wait a second, Carol. I thought that you said that it might be better if we waited a few days," I said.
"I think it might be best this way. If Jan's going to go over there looking for you, you shouldn't be gone very long-another day or two and he will know she must know where you are. This way, it won't seem suspicious to him at all."
"Then it's all settled. On my way home from the beach this afternoon, I'll stop by your house and pretend that I'm looking for you," Jan said.
"Don't forget to wear your smallest bikini. That will make things that much easier," Carol said slyly.
"Don't worry about it. I don't own any large bikinis. But I will pick out the sexiest one."
"Are you sure that he's going to be home later this afternoon, Judy?" Carol asked.
"It's Sunday and he doesn't go anywhere on Sundays. He just stays home and watches whatever kind of ball-game there is on television."
Jan smiled. "Well, the ballgame isn't going to be just on television today."
Jan left us in a little while. I spent the rest of the day wondering it I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. I knew that Jan wouldn't have much trouble. Once Tom got a good look at her in a bikini he'd be stiff as a board in seconds. Even though he didn't particularly like her, he had more than once mentioned to me how sexy he thought she was. This was going to be his chance to find out how really sexy she was.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tom was just getting out of the shower when he heard the doorbell ring. He quickly threw on a terry-cloth robe and went to answer it. When he opened the door, Jan was standing there in her more-than-revealing bikini. Her breasts were pushing against the thin material of the suit and the bottom was cut so low that it just barely covered her pussy hair and her small shapely ass. Tom just stood there and gaped at her body waiting for her to say something. Jan watched him as he kept staring at her almost naked figure. This wasn't going to be a difficult task at all, she thought to herself.
"Hi Tom, is Judy around?" she asked.
"No, she's not." His voice was very cold and sharp. "She walked out on me the other day. I don't know where she is, but she'll be back."
"You sound awfully sure of that. How do you know?"
Jan was trying to get him to tell her why Judy had left.
"Because she's my wife. That's reason enough, isn't it? Besides, she'll realize that what happened was her fault and then she'll have to come back."
Jan could hardly tolerate his selfish attitude.
"Look, Tom, if you don't mind telling me about it I'd like to come inside and sit down. It's a little uncomfortable standing out here like this."
"Sure, Jan, I'm sorry. Come on in." Tom watched her as she walked past him into the living room. "Can I get you something to drink? A glass of wine or something?"
"Wine would be nice, but only if you'll have some with me." Things were going better than she expected. She hoped that the wine would loosen him up a bit and make it a little easier. Tom was being unusually nice to her. She thought that he might have had the same thing in mind that she had.
Tom came back carrying two glasses. "So you want to hear what happened the other day between Judy and me?"
"If you want to tell me, I want to hear about it. After all, she is a good friend of mine."
"Well, to make it as brief as possible, she doesn't like the way I am in bed. In other words, she thinks I'm a lousy lover." The tone of his voice was making the mere suggestion of what he had said seem almost impossible. Jan couldn't believe his conceit.
"What made her say that? That's a pretty strong thing to say to anyone, especially your husband."
"I really don't think that it would be right to go into all the details with you."
"Why not? You said that you wanted to tell me about it. Or could it be that Judy is right about it and you just don't want to admit it?" Jan was trying to be forceful, but not nasty. Tom didn't respond to what she had said. She knew that she had better take over from there if she was going to get anywhere with him.
"I suppose that I'll just have to guess what it was that happened the other day. But you tell me if I'm guessing right."
"I don't know if that's such a good . .
"I'm not leaving until I find out," Jan interrupted. "So if you're not going to tell me, I'm just going to have to play twenty questions with you until I find out."
"All right, you win. She says that I don't let her get warmed up enough before we fuck. That's all there is to it."
"If that's all there is to it, why didn't you do something about it? Or at least discuss it with her?"
"Because I don't think it merits discussion," he said very bluntly.
"You mean that sex with your own wife isn't important enough for you to discuss."
"Sure it's important, but.. . "
"If it's important, Tom, there just can't be any buts about it. This is your wife you are talking about. Not just your girlfriend."
Jan was trying to keep her anger down. If there was one thing that she couldn't stand, it was a man who thought that all he had to do to make a woman happy was to shove his cock into her cunt until he shot his load.
"It's only fair, Tom," she continued. "If a woman makes love to you, you should appreciate her as well as her needs. If she wants you to touch her in a special place you should do it for her, especially if it's your own wife. Just because she's your wife, doesn't mean she's obligated to do whatever you want her to. She doesn't have to come back if she doesn't want to, if you are not willing to give her a good reason to come back."
"All right, Jan. Maybe I was wrong. But what am I supposed to do. I've never made love to anyone else in my life. I've always done it the same way. I don't know of any other way."
"Well, you've just got to learn another way if you want Judy back." '
"What do you want me to do? Run out and buy a sex manual? She's just got to come back here and give me time to learn how to do what she wants."
"But she's not going to come back-not unless she knows that you are going to treat her the right way." Jan moved closer to Tom. Her big tits were just within his reach.
"And just how is she going to know when I'm ready?"
"That happens to be the reason I stopped by. Today I'm going to give you your first lesson."
Tom's mouth dropped open as soon as the words were out of her mouth. He immediately put his arms around her and pulled her lips to his. Jan pushed him back away from her.
"No Tom, that's exactly what's wrong with you. You're just too pushy. You just let me tell you what to do. You'll see how much better it is my way." Jan stood up in front of him and began to take off what few clothes she had on. She reached around her back and unhooked her bikini top. She let it fall from her. and reveal her full firm tits. Tom watched hungrily as she started to pull down the bottoms of her small swim suit. He wanted to jump on her as soon as he saw the dark triangle of pussy hair between her luscious thighs.
She walked back to where Tom was still sitting and staring at her in disbelief. She reached out and pulled his hand towards her, placing it on one of her full tits. She massaged herself with his hand, moving it around her breast the way she wanted him to. She moved forward until his lips were directly in front of her young cunt. With her other hand she pushed his head to her pussy.
"Eat me, Tom. Lick my cunt. Make me hot for your cock! His tongue darted out to her pussy lips.
"Mmmmmmmm . . . suck me, Tom. That's it. Push your tongue up inside me. Suck on my clit!"
Tom fucked her cunt with his tongue. She was grinding her soft mound furiously into his face. He toyed with her clit as she kept telling him what she wanted him to do. He moved his hand around her small ass and his fingers found the tiny opening that was her asshole. He slowly tried to work one finger into her and felt her squirm under his touch. Her cunt was hot and wet. Tom felt her pussy juices dripping down the side of his chin.
Jan felt herself getting ready to come as his mouth went back to work on her stiff little clit. She was hot for him and she wanted him to shove his dick up her cunt. But she was intent upon not making it too easy for him.
Her body shook slightly as she climaxed and spilled her juices into his mouth. She tried to hold back the sensations she felt as best as she could. Her cunt quivered on his mouth and she knew that Tom had to be aware of how hot she was. But she was still going to handle it her own way.
Tom's mouth was still working furiously on her swollen pussy as he sucked every last drop out of her juicy mound.
"Ooooooo . . . you've got a great fucking mouth," Jan moaned, still grinding her wet pussy into his mouth.
"Now I want you to fuck me, Tom! Take off that robe and let me have your stiff dick. Shove it into my cunt and fuck me nice and slow."
In a flash, Tom had his robe off and was standing in front of her, completely naked. His cock stood straight out in front of him, throbbing, and he was hungry to feel Jan's cunt swallow every pulsating inch of his tool. Jan reached out and stroked his hard-on. His body shook from her touch as his mouth sucked in one of her huge tits. Jan, her hand still stroking his cock, guided it to the entrance of her wet slit.
Slowly he pushed forward, burying his dick in her luscious pussy. Jan arched her hips to meet his cock as he gently pushed himself into her.
"You've got such a nice tight pussy. I'd like to fuck you all day long." Tom buried his face between her tits, licking and sucking on the huge mounds of flesh, squeezing them and pinching her dark, pink nipples.
Jan wrapped her legs around his back, allowing him to penetrate her as deep as he could.
"Ooooooooo . . ' . Tom, I love your big cock in mel It feels soooooo gooooood in my pussy! Mmmmmmm . . . You fuck so nice! Fuck me Tom! Fuck my hot box!"
She moved her hand around to his ass and lightly took hold of his balls, gently scratching the hairy sac with her long fingernails.
"You've got nice balls too," she cooed. "They're so nice and soft and round. Do you like my hand on them? Would you like me to lick them for you? Would you like me to lick your balls and suck your beautiful cock for you after we fuck? It's such a nice cock. I'd just love to suck it for you and make it all hard again."
A long low groan was his only reply. He was too busy concentrating on the tight pussy that engulfed his stiff tool. He wanted to let himself go and fuck her as fast and hard as he knew how. But he somehow knew that she wasn't going to let him. He didn't like slow fucking, but he kept on going slow and easy-her way, the way he knew she wanted to get it. He started grinding his cock into her in a circular motion, making her squirm underneath him every time his cock qame in contact with her excited clit.
"Is the way you like it, Jan? Slow and easy. Do you like the way I'm screwing your cunt? Mmmmmmmmm . . . I don't think I can hold out much longer, Jan. I'm gonna come soon. I'm gonna shoot my come into your hot pussy." Tom was breathing heavier than he had been. Jan, too, was on the verge of another come.
"Just another few seconds, Tom! We can come together! I want to come with you. I'm almost there! Just another couple of . . . "
Before she could finish her sentence Tom had shoved his dick all the way into her hole. Jan realized that she wasn't going to come this time. She felt his hot jets of come shooting up into her womb as he tried to push his dick deeper into her. But just the same, it had been a pretty good fuck, she thought to herself. But she knew that he still had a long way to go in the art of making a woman happy. And she had all afternoon to teach him.
Tom started kissing her and their tongues fucked each other's mouths for a while before he finally rolled off her and slouched down on the sofa. Her hand went to his soft instrument and massaged it. It was slippery in her hand from the combination of their love juices. She was curious to see how long it would take her to get him hard enough to fuck her again. She leaned over him, her tongue making a shimmering wet path from his neck all the way down the side of his body until she reached his soft wet dick. She ran her hand under his balls as she took the whole of his tool into her warm moist mouth, sucking all their juices off it.
"Suck my dick, Jan! Make it hard again so we can fuck! Oh it feels so good in your mouth! You're giving me such a great blowjob! Play with my balls! You're so good!"
Jan took her mouth off his cock and moved down to his hairy sac, slowly sucking his balls into the wetness of her mouth, rolling her tongue around the small mounds while her hand moved up and down his limp shaft. Her other hand moved under his ass. His body jolted as she pushed her finger into his asshole. It wasn't long before she felt his dick growing erect in her hand. Soon it was standing straight and tall once again. Jan. always got very hot when she was able to get a guy's cock stiff so soon after they had just had a beautiful fucking session. But this time she wasn't going to let him leave her high and dry again.
She took his shaft back in her mouth and slowly moved her lips up and down his smooth pole. Her tongue poked at the tiny hole at the head of his cock, making him squirm and try to shove his cock further into her face. She pulled her head back every time he tried to push himself into her mouth. She wanted to be in full control of the sucking. She knew that it would be a while before he came and didn't mind giving him a nice long blowjob before they fucked.
"Let's go in the bedroom. We'll be more comfortable in there."
She lifted her mouth off his dick. "No, let's just stay right here. We've got plenty of room for what I want to do." She knew that he didn't like her attitude, but she didn't care. It was going to be her way all the way, or not at all.
She got up and raised herself over him so that her cunt was inches over his dick. She slowly lowered herself and took hold of his cock with her hand. She brushed his cockhead back and forth against her wet cunt lips. She knew that she was driving him mad with desire for her hot pussy.
"Put it in, Jan! Let me fuck you!" He tried pulling her down onto his shaft, but she managed to resist his efforts since he was still a little weakened from their first fuck. She just ignored him as she used the head of his cock to massage her aching clit. Knowing that he was so hot for her was only making her more excited. She was enjoying the mild torture that she was giving him.
After she felt that she had been frustrating enough to him, she lowered herself onto his shaft with one quick lunge, placing his cock deep inside her burning hole. She had him sitting straight up on the sofa so he had absolutely no control over the fucking. She watched his cock going in and out of her.
"God, I love your cock. I love fucking your hard dick. You're going to make me come this time, Tom! Rub my tits! Pinch my nipples. Make them hard! Make them as hard as I made your cock!"
Tom did as she asked. "You've got nice tits, Jan. Your nipples ar so big and round."
"Do you like big tits?" she asked, still riding him.
"Oh, yes! I love big tits! And I love tight cunts like yours. I love the way your tight cunt fucks my cock. I wish that it never had to get soft. I wish that I could just keep fucking your cunt forever without having to stop."
"Do you like fucking me more than you like fucking Judy? Is her cunt as good as mine? Does she suck your cock and lick your balls as good as I do, Tom?"
She could feel that he was getting more and more excited as she spoke to him. She knew that almost every man loved it when she talked dirty when they fucked. And the mention of Judy seemed to make him even hotter.
"Talk to me, Tom! Tell me how it feels! Tell me what you are doing to me with that hard fat cock!" Jan was breathing even more rapidly as she began riding his dick faster than before.
"I'm fucking your tight little hot cunt with my hard, cock. I'm screwing your delicious pussy with my hot poker. Making you come till you can't take it any more." Tom had no idea how right he was. Jan did come. Her body quivered over his as her juices ran down the in-sides of her creamy thighs. But Tom had a somewhat longer time to go before he was ready to shoot his wad into her waiting box.
"Oooooo . . . I'm coming again!" Jan shouted, pushing down hard on his stiff cock. "Are you going to shoot yet? I want to taste your come this time. I want to feel it in my mouth."
"Take it out of your cunt, Jan, and eat me till I cornel Make me shoot down your mouth. Let me watch you swallow every bit of my cum!"
Jan hoisted herself off his throbbing prick and got down on her knees between his thighs. She took his shining pole and drove it into her mouth while she moved her hands all over the slippery shaft, rubbing her cunt juices into his balls and asshole.
"Suck it, Jan! Take my come in your face! Eat my dick, you cunt! Take it all!"
Tom's words excited her too. She could feel his balls tighten in her hands and she was anxious to taste his sex fluid going down her throat. She sucked him as hard as she could, running her talented tongue all around the head of his dong, making him writhe in his seat, trying to push his cock deep into her throat.
His cock throbbed violently as he sent his first jet of come shooting into her mouth. She was ready and waiting for it. She sucked it all down instantly. And then she kept sucking his cock until she drained him of every drop of come, until she felt his cock shrivel in her mouth. Then she didn't stop; she kept sucking until Tom thought that he wouldn't be able to take it much longer without fainting from the sensations.
His cock, although soft and small now, still throbbed slightly in her warm moist mouth. Her fingers tenderly toyed with his soft hairy balls. Tom took hold of her head and stroked her shiny hair. He was thinking how much he had enjoyed the beautiful fuck he bad just had. And now she was eagerly sucking his dick, doing her best to make him hard again, sucking him, in a way no one else had ever sucked him before.
He felt an urge to do something for her. He wanted to taste her pussy while she kept on sucking his dick. He wanted to sixty-nine with her, taste her juices all over his mouth and tongue, tease her clit with gentle nibbles and tiny bites, feel her body shake over his face, hold her shapely bottom in his hands and squeeze her round firm ass cheeks. He was excited by watching her mouth pumping on his dick, her wanting to get him hard again for more love making.
"I want to eat your hot pussy!" he murmured. "I want to suck your clit and make you hot all over. Lie down on my face. Let me eat your hot hole!"
He lifted his legs so that he was lying flat on his back on the sofa. She moved herself, so her cunt was over his mouth, without taking her lips off his throbbing shaft. His tongue lashed out at her juicy pink cunt lips, licking all her love cream from her luscious lips. He found her stiff little clit and massaged it with his lips and tongue.
"OOOOOOooooooooo. . . . Suck my clit! It's sooooo wonderful! Eat me! Eat my hot pussy!"
He inserted a finger into her wet love hole and began fingerfucking her, watching her squirm and listening to her moan as he moved his finger in and out of her hole. Tom was so lost in her luscious pussy that he didn't even realize his cock was getting hard as a rock all over again.
"Mmmmmmm . . . " He heard her moan softly. "You're hard again. I want this in me again. I want to hold it in my pussy again!"
Tom wanted to put his dick inside her again also, but he didn't want her cunt this time. He wanted her tiny asshole, wanted to feel her tiny opening squeezing his prick and milking him dry. Her body quivered as she felt his finger being taken out of her pussy and all of her hot creams being worked into and all around her small asshole. She knew what he wanted and was more than willing to give it to him.
"You want to fuck me in the ass this time, don't you, Tom?" she whispered to him. She put all the saliva she could gather on on his cock, so that he would be able to slide into her without too much difficulty. She was already on all fours leaning over him when she moved herself up and off his dick.
Tom positioned himself so that his dick was at the tight entrance of her ass. He started to push himself into her. The combinations of their juices made it a lot easier to enter her than he thought it was going to be. In a matter of a few seconds, his cock was buried up to its head in her small opening. Tom's face tensed as he pushed harder and managed to slip another inch or two into her. He moved his hand around to her cunt and toyed with her clit. When she felt his finger at her clit, she involuntarily pushed backwards, forcing more of his smooth shaft into her ass. It wasn't long before he had his dick all the way into her.
"Fuck my ass, Tom! Fuck it good with your cock! Pump me! Pump your cock into my tight ass. Do it hard! As hard as you can pump me with your fucking fat dick!"
Sweat was dripping from his forehead as he pushed his dick in and out of her. Her tiny hole was driving him wild, squeezing his dong and making him hotter than all the fucking and sucking that he had done with her before.
"Do you like it? Do you like fucking me in the ass, Tom? It's nice and tight, isn't it? Did you ever fuck Judy in the ass, Tom? Is it as tight as my ass, Tom?
Tom couldn't hear her words of passion. He was too busy thinking about how her ass felt to his stiff pole. Squeezing and sucking the life out of him.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . Jan, your ass is sooooo tight! I love it! I love your fucking ass!" He kept fucking her that way, pushing harder and harder with every stroke of his cock, his fingers still playing with her pussy.
Jan pushed back to meet every thrust of his prick, tightening her ass around his throbbing pole. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her shapely ass. His fingers were making her cunt throb as she hit the heights of another come, spending all over his hand and the inside of her thigh. Sue couldn't get enough of his cock inside her.
Suddenly, she felt him quickly pull his cock out of her hole. He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them around his shaft as he shot his load of come onto her back. She reached her hand around and scraped his come off her back and sucked it off her warm fingers with her mouth before she collapsed on her stomach, underneath him. In another moment, he fell gently down on her back, placing little kisses on the back of her neck and putting his tongue in her ear. She moved her head around so that they could kiss each other on the lips, circling their tongues in each other's mouths for a long while, as she felt his cock growing smaller between them.
"Did you enjoy that, Tom? Did you like fucking me and sucking me? Making me hot to have your cock inside me? In my cunt and my ass and my mouth?"
A low groan of pleasure was the only response he was able to give her. She had drained him of every last bit of energy he had.
"It can be this good with Judy, too. All you have to do is give her the same thing that you gave me. Make her hot for your cock like you made me for it."
Tom rolled off her back and lay down beside her. She reached her hand over to his soft cock, rolling her fingers all around the tiny soft tool.
"I've never fucked like that before, Jan. It was great. I hope that this won't be the last time. I'd like to see you again."
Jan didn't say anything to his remark. She was afraid that something like that might happen. She had to think of some way out of it. She didn't even like Tom, besides the fact that he was married to one of her closest friends.
"Well, we'll see each other again. Won't we?" Tom repeated, trying to get an answer.
Jan had to think of something fast, some way to get out of his proposal. "Look, Tom, all we did was fuck each other. And it was damn good, I'll admit that. But that's all there was to it. I don't want to get involved with you or anyone else for that matter."
"You mean . . . "
"I mean that we Were both feeling pretty horny and so we fucked. That's all there is to it. If it should ever happen again, it'll happen. But I'm not going to go out of my way for it. And don't forget that you're married to a good friend of mine."
"That didn't seem to bother you before," Tom said as he lit a cigarette for himself.
"It matters to me now, Tom. Why can't you be happy fucking Judy?"
"Because I've seen how much better it is with you, that's why."
"Judy's got as good a body as I do. Maybe even a little better. Maybe if you learn to treat her the way you just treated me you'd be able to enjoy fucking her as much as you did me."
A very suspicious look came over Tom's face, as if there was some sort of puzzle, and all the pieces had just fallen together.
"This wasn't just an accident, your showing up here this afternoon, was it, Jan? You knew all along that Judy wasn't here. I suppose that this was your way of teaching me a lesson."
"I'm afraid that you're only half right. I knew that Judy wasn't here. And I did come here just for what had happened. But it wasn't my idea."
"Are you trying to tell me that it was Judy who told you to come over here and seduce me? I find that a little hard to believe."
"That's exactly what I'm telling you, so you'd better believe it!"
"But why would she ask . . . "
"Because for some strange reason, she thinks that she loves you. Because she wants you to be able to make her happy in bed. Because if you can make her happier she can do the same for you."
"I always thought that I did make her happy. At least I thought so up until the other night Do you know where she is?"
"She's been staying with Carol." Jan was still playing with his cock, as they spoke. "All she wants is for you to eat her pussy and get her hot. Just like you fucked me. That's all."
"I guess that you're supposed to report back to her on the results of my test. I hope that I passed." He moved his hand down to her wet pussy and slowly inserted a finger into her hole.
Jan squeezed her cunt around his finger, gripping it with her talented cunt muscles.
"I think you've passed with honors. Oooooooo . . . Give me your cock. Let's fuck again!"
"I'm ready for you too. I'm hard again."
Their lips met as Tom began to mount her one more time before she left. They fucked for a long time. He brought her to four more comes before he finally shot his wad into her burning hole. They fell asleep in each other's arms, his cock still inside her tight little hole.
When Tom awoke a few hours later, Jan was getting dressed again. He watched her as she covered her luscious breasts and juicy pussy with her tiny swimsuit.
"When do you think Judy will come home?" he asked, still lying naked on the bed, his cock staring up at her.
"That's up to her. I really couldn't tell you."
"Will you tell her that I said that I'd be willing to give it a try? Will you tell her that for me?"
Jan bent over him and planted a tiny kiss on the head of his dick, squeezing his shaft in her hand. "I'll tell her, I promise." She waved her hand and walked out of the door, leaving him there on the bed, unable to really believe what had just happened to him. It wasn't more than a few minutes before exhaustion caught up with him and he fell back to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" I heard Carol yelling as I came back inside the apartment. She was lying on her back on the living room floor. I watched with my mouth hanging open as her fingernails tore into Stan's back, leaving bright red welts all over him. I watched as his huge cock kept driving deeper and deeper into Carol's swollen pussy.
Neither one of them had noticed that I had come into the room. I was paralyzed by the sight of the two of them fucking right there on the floor in front of me. I plopped myself down in the closest chair and watched in excitement as Carol's hungry cunt swallowed every inch of his enormous tool, as she bucked her hips up from the floor to meet every thrust of his cock.
"Your cock feels so good. Fuck me! Fuck my sweet cunt with your hard dick. Fuck me good with your big cock!" Carol's eyes were shut tight as she yelled out her desires to him.
Without even realizing it, I was rubbing myself between my thighs, making myself hot while I watched the two of them making love only a few feet away from me. I could feel the wetness of my pussy through the material of my jeans. I wanted to have a cock inside me also. I wanted Stan's cock in me. I wanted to get up and put my mouth on his balls and suck on them while he was balling Carol, making her scream with delight.
I watched as his hands reached for her big tits and began squeezing the firm mounds of flesh. Suddenly Stan pulled his dick out of her and moved up on her body, resting his shiny and slippery dong between her big tits. He pulled her tits around his shaft and pumped his dick up and down between them. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. He was fucking her tits! He was going to shoot his. come all over her face. And I was going to see it all-I was going to watch as his hot come came pouring all over her chin and lips, watch her lick up every drop of his sex juice with her hot tongue.
"I'm coming, Carol! I'm gonna shoot!" Stan cried out, unaware that there might have been anyone else in the room with them.
"Let me taste your come, Stan. I want it. I want it all over me. I want every drop of your sweet come!" In another moment his thick white liquid was shooting all over her face, dripping from her chin and onto her neck.
My hands were still busily at work between my legs as Carol began rubbing his come into her smooth skin.
Stan moved further up on her body until his cock was at her mouth. She sucked it into her face and drained him of anything that he might have had left in him until I saw his dick grow small and soft and slip out of her mouth.
They still hadn't noticed me on the other side of the room. I wondered whether or not I should've gotten up and come back in again. But the scene had made me too ,weak to move from my chair. My eyes were closed when I heard Stan.
"And just how long have you been sitting there playing with yourself? You could have at least said something. There's always room enough for one more, you know." Carol's hand was still caressing his limp prick.
Stan lifted himself off Carol and sat down in the chair across the room from me. Carol moved underneath him and wrapped her arm around his naked hairy leg, leaning the side of her face against his leg.
"What's the matter, Stan? Isn't Carol enough for you?" I asked.
"I told ,you before," Carol said, "Stan is one person who can't ever get enough pussy. He'll probably die with his dick as hard as a rock, at a ripe old age."
"Well, how about you and I have a nice round of fucking. It'll do you a lot of good. It might even help you forget about that husband of yours. You never can tell what some good fucking can do for a girl."
I gave Carol a hard look. I was angry that she had told him about Tom. I didn't like the idea of the whole world knowing that I was unhappy with my husband.
After all, it wasn't anyone's business but my own. Or someone else that I chose to tell.
"I'm sorry, Judy. I guess that I just let it slip out," Stan said. "I sort of forced Carol into telling me about it. So don't get angry with her, it's my fault."
"I suppose that it really doesn't matter too much now anyway. I'll be big about it. I'll forgive both of you." They both laughed at my remark. After I realized how silly it must have sounded, I couldn't help but laugh myself.
"Well, how about it, Judy. I'd sure like to get into that hot little box of yours again," Stan said, getting up from his seat and walking towards me, his cock swinging back and forth as he walked.
"I don't think that you could stick your prick into anything the way it is now," I said, trying to tease him.
"Well, why don't you see if you can do anything about that for me," he said as he moved even closer to me, his cock now just below my mouth.
"I don't know, Stan. I don't think that it's fair for me to have all the fun and not for Carol to share some of it."
"Not me, sister! I've had enough for now. He's all yours! You want him, you got him." Carol got up and left the room, giving Stan a long wet kiss on the mouth and a gentle squeeze on his cock before she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Stan was still standing right in front of me, his cock just about touching my lips. I took his cock in my hands and looked at it for a while before I took it into my mouth. I still couldn't believe that anything as small and weak as his prick seemed to be right then, could grow to be as long and hard as it was only a few minutes ago. When it was pumping in and out of Carol's cunt.
Finally, I sucked him into my mouth and rolled my tongue all around it. I took his balls in my hand and played with his heavy sac, rolling his balls around with my fingertips. I heard him moan above me. Slowly, with a hard sucking motion, I pulled on his dong and let it slip tightly in and out of my mouth. I was so hot that I could hardly wait for him to get hard enough to fuck me where I really wanted it-in my burning pussy!
Without taking my mouth off his cock, I managed to pull off my jeans and bikini panties. He reached down and pulled my sweater up over my head. Before I knew it, I was as naked as he was. I worked one of my fingers into my burning hole, sucking him off as I finger-fucked myself. His cock was starting to get hard again. I could feel it as it began to stretch my lips with its massive size. Soon it was so large that I was barely able to get my lips around it.
"I want you in me," I whispered. "I want your dick inside my pussy. Fuck me now! Please, Stan! I can't wait any longer for it!" I started to get down on the floor but he held me in the chair, spreading my legs apart as I sat there. At first I thought that he was going to eat me. I had never thought that anyone could fuck sitting down, but I was wrong. He put his big prick to the entrance of my cunt, and supporting himself by holding on the back of the chair, leaned forward. He managed to enter me with no trouble at all.
In a few moments, his dick was all the way up my hole, stretching my cunt to fit his huge meat. It looked as if he were doing vertical pushups on my small body. I had a clear view of his dick sliding in and out and in again. It was terribly exciting to me to watch myself being fucked, especially by such a big cock as his.
"Fuck me, Stan! Fuck me good with your big fat cock! Oooooooo . . . your cock is soooo big. It feels soooooo goooood in my cunt. Does it feel good to you? Do you like fucking my tight hole with your big prick?"
He drove his dick deeper and deeper into my cunt. I could feel it throbbing inside of me. My cunt was dripping wet with my love juices. He'd start to pull his cock almost all the way out, then with one quick hard thrust he'd shove it all the way back in again, making me scream with lust. I had no control over the fuck. I was powerless underneath his strong body as he kept driving in and out of my wet pussy.
I felt the inner walls of my cunt contracting around his long shaft. I could feel the spasms of my orgasm approaching as he kept on ramming into me with his huge dong. My body jolted under him as I climaxed, my creams flowing down my inner thigh, dripping down my smooth legs. I wrapped my legs around his back and drove my hips towards him, trying to get as much of him into me as I could.
He kept fucking me. Lunging into my cunt harder and harder with every thrust. I was loving every inch of his prick, every fucking inch of his giant cock. It wasn't long before my body was shaking again. Coming, coming, coming, it just wouldn't stop. I thought that it would go on forever, that he would never take that dick of his out of my tight hole, that I would spend the rest of my life with him fucking me to come after come. The only sounds that I heard were Stan's groans and moans. It was the wildest fuck that I had ever had.
I felt him tensing and knew that he was finally about to come. He was going to shoot his hot come into my body, fill me with his lust. His dick was throbbing wildly as he began shooting his hot jets of come into my waiting pussy. My legs gripped him tighter around the back, pulling him closer to me. He moved his head down to my chest and sucked in one of my tits with his mouth, biting and nibbling on it as he kept fucking me after he had shot his load, fucking me until his dick got soft inside me, until it slipped out and lay silent and still between us, still throbbing slightly.
I started kissing him all over his face-sloppy kisses, wet kisses. I rubbed my wet pussy into his soft cock. I moved my legs up and down his back, feeling his ass with the bottoms of my feet and running my toes through his hairy crack. N
He was still kissing and nibbling on my firm tits, making the nipples stand out harder and stiffer than they already were.
"Suck my tits! Lick them with your tongue. Make me hot again for your beautiful prick. I want it again. I want to fuck you again. I want to have you inside me again. I want to feel your fat dick tearing me apart, making me come. Fuck me, Stan! Fuck me some more with your great big cock!" I was still pushing my cunt against his cock. I could tell that my words were making him hot to have me again. I felt his dick slowly getting stiff again. It was getting hard again. It was going to fuck me again. And I was the one who had made it that way. I was the one who got it hard for me again. I reached down to where his cock was and squeezed it gently in my hand, feeling it throbbing and growing hard-on in my fingers. When he was completely erect again, I guided it back into my cunt. He pushed it all the way into me. I almost came instantly when I felt it move all the way up inside my pussy.
He fucked me even harder this time. I squeezed my legs around him as tight as I could, milking his fat dong for all I was worth. I moved my hand around to his balls and played with his hairy sac, making him push harder into me. I pushed up to meet every thrust of his dong. I had never felt so completely overtaken by sex before. I wanted nothing but to have his cock buried in my pussy, fucking me until I came, and then still fucking me until I came again and again, releasing all my tensions, all my hidden desires.
I was so wrapped up that I hadn't even realized that Carol had come back and was joining our fucking. My eyes were shut so tight that I didn't even know that she was kneeling behind Stan, licking and sucking on his balls, shoving her finger into his puckered asshole, making him shove his cock harder and deeper into my burning pussy.
"I want your come, Stan!" I heard Carol shout. "I want to taste your come again."
Stan brought me to three more orgasms before he quickly pulled his cock out of me. Carol was waiting underneath him, ready to take his cock in her mouth, wanting him to shoot his load down her throat. He was still on top of me so I could feel his body quiver as he began shooting his hot jets into Carol's mouth. She sucked down every drop of his come until his dick was drained of all his juices.
Afterwards, we all just collapsed in a pile around the chair, exhausted from the tremendous amount of fucking and sucking we had just been through. After a short rest, I managed to drag myself into the shower and wash all the sweat off my body. While I was hi the shower I couldn't resist the temptation to finger my cunt until I reached another orgasm as I thought about having been fucked so thoroughly by Stan's enormous dong, while Carol was sucking on his balls behind us.
When I came back into the living room, Stan and Carol were still sitting there naked, just talking to each other, as if they had never fucked each other silly a few minutes ago. All I had on was a bath towel, which I quickly took off when I saw that they were still both naked.
"Have you heard anything from Jan?" I asked Carol.
"Not yet. She said that she'd come over here later tonight and let us know what happened."
I looked over at Stan. It looked as if he were starting to nod out. I couldn't believe how helpless he looked at that moment.
"I guess that your friend Stan has finally met his match," I said. "And you said he'd never wear out from fucking."
"Well, don't forget, you only showed up for the second half."
"How long had you two been going at it before I got here?"
"I don't know. Maybe an hour or two I guess. Maybe a little longer," she said. I was a little sorry that I wasn't around for the whole session. But, nevertheless, I was quite satisfied.
Stan finally got himself back together after an hour or so. He left, saying that he had some work to do before he went out tonight. I was amazed that he thought that he would have enough energy to go out again. But, then again, I had never met anyone quite like him before.
I couldn't help wondering about Tom though, and what had happened when Jan was over at my house with him. In a way, I felt very strange about the whole thing. I mean, sending my friend out to fuck my husband. I hoped that it had accomplished what I had wanted it to. I was beginning to miss Tom very much. I was anxious to hear from Jan how it had turned out.
I turned to Carol. She had dozed off again. That must have been some two hours I missed, I thought to myself. I still didn't feel like getting dressed. I was just too comfortable the way I was, walking around the apartment completely nude. I almost wished that someone were watching as I strolled by the windows exposing my body for anyone who wanted to see. I looked over to where Carol was. She was still asleep, as naked as I was. I couldn't help but admire her sexy body. And those two huge mounds of flesh that were her full firm tits. It was clear to me now how she had so many men always running after her. She was, in all respects, a beautiful woman. A man would have to be insane not to want her. As she lay there asleep, I wanted to thank her for all that she had introduced me to, all that I had missed because I had spent the better part of my life with Tom, not knowing how much more there is to sex between a man and a woman than what I had experienced.
Carol finally woke up about twenty minutes before Jan arrived. The moment that I saw her, I began to feel terribly frightened about finding out what had happened. I put on a pot of coffee, opened a pack of cigarettes, and prepared myself to hear the worst. I wanted to hear the whole thing from beginning to end. The three of us sat down at the kitchen table. It seemed as if no one wanted to find out about what had taken place. Carol was talking about having to buy some new clothes and things of that nature and I was going nuts trying to find out what had happened with Tom.
"Did he fuck you?" I finally blurted out, not being able to stand the tension any longer.
"Well, let's say that I fucked him," Jan said. "And I think that he got the message."
"But what did he say?" I really didn't want to hear all the details of their bedroom activities, if they even bothered to use the bedroom.
"He said that he would try to make it up to you if you'd be willing to let him try. He sounded as if he meant it too."
"There is one thing that I really didn't want to ask you, Jan. But I just have to know how it was."
"Once he started to get into it, he was as good as anyone else that I ever balled. He just never had any experience, that's all. He didn't know any better before. At first, he was a little on the pushy side. It seemed that how I felt didn't really matter to him at all. He knew that I was willing to fuck and he figured that he might as well fuck me. I didn't care for that attitude at all. But after I convinced him that it's better if each of us gets something out of it, he seemed to dig the idea a little more."
"You know what," Carol interrupted, "I think that if you two guys ever get back together again, you're both going to have to keep little affairs on the side."
"What makes you think so?" I didn't care for that remark at all.
"Because you've both had a taste of what real sex is all about. And once that happens, there's no way that you can get it from just one person. But you don't have to take my word for it. I think you will find out for yourself soon enough."
"I'm afraid that Carol's right, Judy. But if you both keep open minds about it, things might just work out for you. In fact, it might be better than you thought it would be."
"I can't see how," I said.
"It's really very simple." Jan said, "The more that the two of you fuck around on the side, the better you'll be at it for each other. It's as simple as that."
"Did Tom say when he wanted to see me?"
"No. I guess whenever you're ready to go back home. Personally, I think that you ought to go back as soon as you can, while the idea is still fresh in his mind. You never know if he might change his new ways back to his lousy old self."
"I think that I'll go back later on tonight. But just in case, I'm going to keep the key to the apartment so I won't have to wake you up if something goes wrong tonight."
"Why don't you just keep the key anyway. You never know when you might need a place to entertain company in the future. Besides, I'm sure that good old Stan will want to see some more of you. And I don't think that you'd mind seeing him again either." Carol smiled at me.
After dinner, I called the same car service that had taken me to Carol's the other night to take me home again. I was nervous during the trip home, wondering if things were really going to be all right. At one point, I felt like telling the driver to turn back, but I knew that I had to go through with it. If Tom was really going to try, I had to at least give him the chance that he had asked for. When the cab pulled into the driveway, I felt as if I were on a blind date.
I let myself inside. At first I thought that there was no one at home, then I heard the television playing in the bedroom. I didn't know if I should call out to Tom, or if I should make a dramatic entrance into the bedroom. In my mind, I had pictured Tom jumping up when he saw me and passionately throwing his arms around me. As I stood there like a statue, wondering what to do, the problem was solved for me. Tom walked out of the bedroom with an empty glass in his hand. He had a look on his face that I had never seen before. He just stood there staring at me across the room from him. I didn't know what I should do or say. It finally hit me: he was drunk out of his mind. I had never been with him when he got drunk. I had no idea what he was like. He seemed to be a total stranger. I was scared, and I wanted to turn around and leave again, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. He started walking toward the liquor cabinet.
"Well, well, looks like you've come back for a little visit. Nice to see you," he said as he poured himself a drink. I wondered how many he had had before this one.
"If you'd rather I'd come back a little later, I'd . .
"Don't be silly, Judy. Don't you even want me to show you all that I've learned since you've been gone? Don't you want to know what your friend Jan taught me? She was really quite a good instructor. I suppose I ought to thank you for sending her over. I had no idea that you could be so thoughtful. We'll have to have your friends over more often. I wonder if Carol is as much fun to chat with as Jan."
I didn't know what to say or how to react to him. I was at a total loss for words. I couldn't tell if he was acting that way because he was drunk or if he was still angry.
"I suppose that you're curious to find out what kind of fuck I turned out to be," he continued, "so why don't you come into the bedroom with me, and I'll be happy to show you. That is, unless Jan has already filled you in."
"Maybe it would be better if you sobered up first. I don't think that you know what you're saying right now."
"But you're wrong. I do know what I'm saying. I'm well aware of what I'm saying. I'm saying that I want to fuck you silly. But I'll do it your way this time. The way you want it. You want me to eat your pussy? I'll suck your cunt dry for you. I'll make you come so many times that you won't even know your own name."
"I doubt that you could even get it hard enough to fuck the way you're feeling right now. Why don't we wait until tomorrow." I was trying not to show him how angry I was because he was drunk and saying the things he was.
I went into the kitchen for a drink of water. He followed me in. I didn't want him near me. I wanted desperately to avoid being with him, but he was making it impossible for me to do that unless I left again. And he knew that I was not about to do that just right now. The thought of him making love to me suddenly began to repulse me.
As I stood by the sink letting the water run long enough to get cold, I felt his hand grabbing my ass. Then he moved it around and felt for my pussy through the material of my pants. I wanted to pull away, but I didn't.
"Let's go into the bedroom and fuck, Judy. I want your pussy on my cock. I want to make you hot for me. Hot for my stiff dick!"
I felt that it was useless to try and stop him. I knew that it was going to be as bad as it always was with him. But I didn't have the energy to fight with him anymore. He took hold of my arm and just about pulled me into the bedroom with him.
Once we were inside, he pulled off his robe and I got the shock of my life. He was stark naked under his robe and his pecker was standing straight out, hard as a rock.
"Get out of your clothes, Judy!"
I started to undress. Almost mechanically, I took my clothes off. I kept looking at his stiff dick. I don't think that I'd ever seen it before the way I was seeing it now. I had never seem him so lustful to have me before. Soon, we were both standing there naked, staring at each other's bodies as if we had never seen them before. In a way, I don't think that we ever had. We never took the time to appreciate each other sexually.
I reached down for his prick. It throbbed when my fingers closed around it. He pushed me down on the bed and kissed me all over my face and neck. For a moment, I didn't know who it was that was on top of my naked body. I couldn't believe that Tom would actually act this way towards me after so long.
I could feel the length of his cock sliding over the lips of my cunt. He was getting me hot all right. His mouth moved down my body, sucking my tits into his mouth, making my nipples as hard as nails against his tongue. I placed my hands on his head and applied a slight pressure. Much to my surprise, he got the message. I felt his head moving lower and lower until he finally reached the hairy patch between my thighs. His tongue darted in and out of my cunt. He fingered my clit with his hand and I was beginning to get sopping wet from his tongue work.
"Ooooooooooooooo . . . eat me, Tom! Eat my beautiful pussy! Lick my snatch! Make me hot for you! Make me hot for your stiff poker!"
I pushed my cunt harder into his face, making him lick up all my juices, feeling his nose rubbing against my stiff little love bud. I could hear his tongue slurping away at my sopping cunt, getting me ready to have his prick buried inside the walls of my cunt. He pulled my legs up so that they rested on his shoulders. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch his mouth as he ate me, savoring every last drop of my sex fluids.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . I'm sooooooooo hot for you, Tom! I want to come! I need it sooooooo baaaaadl Suck my pussy with your gooooood mouth! It's sooooooooooooo gooooooooooood! You're sooooooooooooo goooooooooood! Don't ever stop eating my pussy! Make me come in your face! Lick me! Eat me! Eat my hot cunt and make me come in your face!"
My cunt kept throbbing under his mouth. I wanted to have something up my cunt. I needed something there, but I was getting ready to come. I could feel my body tensing under his tongue. I shook every time I felt his tongue slide over my throbbing love bud. I knew that at any moment my husband was finally going to make me come.
I ground my pussy into his face as I released all my come juices into his waiting mouth. He gulped and licked every bit of it, catching with his tongue the drops that were flowing down the inside of my thigh. My cunt muscles were contracting violently, as if they were trying to grab out for his tongue, wanting to squeeze his tongue inside its walls.
As I looked down between my thighs and saw him still lapping up at my wet pussy, I still couldn't believe that it was Tom who was able to get me so hot to fuck. I never would have believed that he would be able to make me feel the way that I felt just then. I never would have believed that it was his cock and only his cock that I needed to have inside me so badly.
He moved his mouth off my pussy and made a trail with his tongue all the way up my body until he reached my mouth. I felt his tongue enter my mouth in a slow fucking motion, his cock at the entrance of my love hole. I wanted to reach down and guide his dick into me, but I was determined to have him do all the work. I felt his hand go between us. He took hold of his cock and ran it all over my cunt lips, teasing me with it, making me hotter and hotter for his stiff dong. He moved his mouth to my breast and sucked on one of my juicy hard nipples until it was almost too much for me to take.
"Put it in me!" I begged.
"You want me to fuck you, Judy? Fuck you with my hard cock? Shove it into your hot pussy! Is that what you want?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssss . . . pleaseeeeeeee! Fuck me with your hard cock. I want your dick inside my pussy. I want to feel you fuckng my cunt. Fucking me hard!"
Just when I thought that I couldn't stand it any longer he took his hand and pushed his dick into my waiting pussy. I shoved my cunt up to meet his thrust, helping him to get all of his dick into my burning hole. He rested his weight on my hips and squeezed my tits with his strong hands, almost as if he were trying to tear them off my chest.
"Fuck me, Tom! Fuck my hot cunt! Oooooooooooohhh-hhhhhhhhh . . . your cock feels so good in my cunt!"
"You've got such a hot cunt, Judy! I never knew how hot it was. I love fucking your hot pussy. I love the way it squeezes my prick. You are a great fuck. The best fuck I've ever had!"
"Fuck me, Tom! Make me come, I want to come with you! I want to feel you shooting off in my hole!"
"I'mmmmmmmmmm . . . commmmming! I'm going to shoot my come into your pussy!"
I started moving faster under his cock. I wanted to reach my come with him. I wanted to feel our juices join as one inside my cunt, to feel our bodies and our organs throbbing together as one. I felt that now familiar tension in my groin and my cunt started vibrating and contracting with a violent orgasm. My cunt still throbbed as I felt his hot jets of come unleashed into my cunt, our juices overflowing out of my pussy and down the sides of my inner thigh.
He kept pumping his cock into me until he had emptied himself of all his juices. Then he collapsed on top of me, without taking his dick out of my still burning and throbbing cunt. I found his ear with my tongue and ran my wet mouth all around it. I could still feel slight throbs from his cock inside me. It had been an intense orgasm for the both of us. I couldn't believe that it ever would have happened. I wondered if he had enjoyed it as much with Jan. I wished that I could have been there to watch when Jan had seduced him, making him fuck her the way she told him to. I found myself getting hot all over again just thinking about it.
I began to feel a strange sensation between my legs. Much to my amazement, Tom was getting hard again. This was something that had never happened to him before. I was surprised that he was able to do it even once, but to be able to get hard again so soon after we had just fucked not more than a few minutes ago was just too much for me to even imagine in my wildest dreams.
"You are getting hard inside me," I whispered into his ear.
"I want you again. I want to fuck your cunt again!"
"I want your dick to fuck me again too!" I said.
His dick wasn't as hard as it was the first time. But he managed to start pumping me slowly. He slid in and out easily because I was still so wet from our first fuck.
I placed my hands on his ass and pushed him closer to me, trying to get as much of his cock into my cunt as I could.
"You're getting me so hot, Tom! Hot for fucking you again."
"Your pussy is so wet. It feels so nice on my dick sliding in and out of your wet box. Will you suck my cock for me after this fuck, Judy?"
"Yessssssss . . . I'll suck you off! I'll make you get hard in my mouth," I moaned as he kept fucking me slowly.
"Will you eat my come for me?" His words were strained from the intensity of his fucking.
"Yes, Tom darling. I'll eat your come for you. I'll swallow every drop of your delicious come. I'll suck your cock until it's dry."
He increased the speed of his fucking, rotating his cock inside me from time to time, rubbing up against my stiff clit. My creams were oozing out of my cunt. '
"Do you like the way I'm fucking you, Judy? Do you like the way my cock feels in your tight cunt?"
"I love the way your dick is fucking my cunt. It feels so big inside my tiny pussy."
"Is it the best fucking cock that you've ever had?"
"Oh . . . Yes! Yes! It's the best fucking cock I've ever had in my cunt! Please fuck me faster. Harder. Harder
He was pushing into me harder than he ever had before. I could feel the suction of my cunt on his dick every time he pulled it almost aU the way out and then shoved it all the way back in, pushing my body against the bed.
After he came I sucked him off again. We fucked and sucked each other into the late night hours, until we both finally collapsed from exhaustion. I was so happy that I could have cried. I thought that our marriage would last forever. It wasn't long before I found out just how wrong I was.
I should have realized that I had been through too much in the last few days to ever have setded for just one man again. I never realized how much I loved sex before this. I wanted to get as much experience as I could. But I didn't know that Tom was feeling the same things that I was feeling after his experience with Jan. He wanted a taste of other women.
But for the next few weeks, things were going pretty well between Tom and myself. We spent a lot more time in the bedroom together. Sometimes, he wouldn't even wait until we got into the bedroom. Once I was just sitting in the living room and he came up from behind and nearly raped me. I loved every second of it.
But it wasn't long before things started to change. I began to see less and less of him in the following weeks. He was coming home later than usual and never told me where he was or what he had been doing. At first I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until about four weeks after I had returned home that I realized what was going on.
CHAPTER SEVEN
One day Tom called me up from his office. He asked me if I could meet him for lunch at a nearby restaurant. He told me that there was something that he wanted to tell me about. He sounded a bit strange over the phone, but at the time I thought nothing of it. I got dressed and went downtown to meet him.
I got there early and took a table and waited for him. I enjoyed all the stares that I was getting from all the businessmen in the restaurant. You would think that they had never seen a woman before, from the way they were looking at me. The waiter came over to me and asked if I wouldn't mind waiting at the bar until my husband got there. He seemed a bit upset with me when I told him that I'd rather wait where I was.
Tom arrived a little later and quickly ordered lunch for the both of us. r
"Fm glad you're here. There's something very important that I have to discuss with you," he said.
"What could be so important that you couldn't wait until you came home tonight?"
"Judy, I'm going to come right to the point. I want to start seeing other women. If you want to see other men that's all right with me."
I can't say that I wasn't expecting something like that. But I couldn't understand why he had to drag me all the way down here to tell me about it.
"Do you think that we should get a divorce?" I asked.
"If that's what you think we should do. But that's not what I had in mind."
"Well, just what did you have in mind?"
"An open marriage. You see who you want and I'll see who I want. But we'll still see each other."
"Is that why you've been coming home late the last few days?"
"Yes."
"Is she anyone that I know. Or is there more than one?"
"It's no one that you know, and there has been more than one. But it's nothing more than sex. That's all there is to it."
I wasn't upset by anything that he was saying. In a way I was kind of glad. I too was getting a strong desire to see some other men. For the past few days I had wanted to go and see Stan but I thought that it might hurt my relationship with Tom. I saw then that it really wouldn't have mattered. My only decision now was whether or not I wanted to stay married to Tom.
It didn't take me long to decide what I was going to do.
"We've only been married for a few months, Tom. I think that we'll be able to get an annulment if we can find a good lawyer."
"You're sure that that's what you want?" I'm sure.
I don't think that I could have handled the stress of a divorce. This was a much quicker way, as well as much cheaper. The next step was to find a lawyer to handle the case as quickly as possible. I don't know why I was in such a hurry to get it over with, but at the time that was all I wanted to do. I wasn't angry with Tom. But I knew that sex wasn't all there was to a marriage. It was damn important, but both of us came to realize that we had had more problems than just our bedroom activities.
"Do you want me to find a lawyer or do you want to , do it?" he asked. "I'll do it."
We didn't have much of a settlement to worry about. Of course, there were no children to consider and the bank still owned the house. We both agreed to split whatever there might be, right down the middle.
I think that if anything upset Tom, it was the fact that what he had told me didn't make me start crying or cause a scene because I was going to lose him. It looked as though he may even have been insulted by the calmness of my reaction. To be perfectly honest, I was somewhat surprised by my reaction to the whole thing, myself.
After lunch I went home and got busy finding a suitable lawyer. I called a few people that I thought might know of one until I finally realized that I didn't want the whole world to know what was going on with Tom and me.
I called up a local referral service and they gave me the names of several good divorce lawyers in the area. Not knowing one from the other, I just took the name off the top of the list that they had given me. I called him and made an appointment for that same afternoon. I wasn't prepared to start the proceedings so quickly, but I also knew that a good divorce was usually pretty hard to get. So in a few minutes, I was on my way to dissolve my marriage and start living my own life again.
I was aware that divorce lawyers were doing very well, but I never realized just how well until I walked into that office. The carpeting in the waiting room alone must have cost at least five or six hundred dollars, and the furniture must have been worth thousands. The name on his office door wasn't just painted on either. It was in raised brass lettering:
J. DONALD CRANE ATTORNEY AT LAW
I was impressed by that name, the moment I got to the door. I always thought that there was something mysterious about men who used their first initial only in their name. I gave my name to the receptionist and sat down in one of the chairs, and tried to find an interesting magazine to read. There were about three or four other women in the room with me. Most of them looked a lot older than I, and looked as if this hadn't been the first time that they had been through such a routine. At the time, I hoped that it would be my last. It looked as though everyone in the room was going out of her way to ignore the others.
After waiting about ten minutes or so, a rather heavyset middle-aged woman walked out of his office clutching a handkerchief in her hand. She looked as if she had just poured out her life story to someone-without leaving out any of her tragic misery, I thought. I wondered how a woman like that was able to leave her husband after what must have been a good number of years. I thought that she must have a good deal of courage or a good deal of money. Or perhaps both.
After an hour, all the other women had been ushered in and out of the lawyer's office. Some of them left expressionless and the others seemed to be overjoyed at what had transpired inside. When I realized that I was the last one left, I became very nervous. I didn't like the idea of telling some rich old man that I wanted to go out with other men besides my husband, or that the same was true of my husband. But I was there, and I promised myself that I was going to go through with it.
The receptionist brought me into his office. It was more beautiful than the outer room. I looked around the huge room and saw that no one was there. I turned to the receptionist and before I even said a word to her she told me what I wanted to know.
"Mr. Crane will be with you in a minute, Mrs. Royer. Why don't you just have a seat here and make yourself comfortable in the meantime?"
She pointed to a big overstuffed leather chair facing his desk. As each moment passed the whole thing seemed scarier and scarier to me. I obeyed her as if I were a school girl, sitting down in the chair that she had pointed to and folding my hands in my lap.
"Would you like anything while you're waiting? A cup of coffee, some tea, perhaps?" Her sweetness was so phony that I was almost getting sick from her just being there. I shook my head and told her no thanks, with all the politeness that I was able to muster. She turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in his office.
Not knowing what to do with myself, I noticed a family picture on his desk and wondered if it was his family or if it was his son and his wife and children. For some reason, I always thought of doctors and lawyers as old men with gray hair, usually combed in the wrong direction to cover their baldness. But the man in that picture couldn't have been many years past his late twenties. He had very sexy features and appeared to be quit tall-either that or his wife was unusually short. There were also two children in the picture to make the family complete. I had never been good at guessing the ages of small children, but at a glance I would have said that they were around three and four years old, both boys, both of them very cute little lads. The kind that my mother would have called little angels or something like that
I swung my head around when I heard the door open. It was the receptionist again.
"Mr. Crane asked me to tell you that he'll be only a few more minutes. Are you sure that I can't get you anything before I leave?" Once again I shook my head no. "All right then. Good night." She closed the door behind her and left. I heard a man's voice outside the office door saying good-night to her. It sounded like a young man's voice. I hoped that the man in that picture was the lawyer. I always felt more at ease with someone who was close to my own age, although I was sure that he must have had at least ten or more years on me. But that would hardly qualify anyone as an old man. After all, I was only eighteen at the time.
The minutes were passing slowly as I waited all alone in that office. After a little while I thought that he might have forgotten that there was still someone waiting in his office. As I was debating with myself to go out and see if there was still anyone around, the door finally opened and he walked in, trying to find a place to put down the dozens of folders that he was carrying in his hands. He finally let them drop on a small table near the window. It was the man in the picture. And, he was tall. He seemed to be at least six and one-half feet. He appeared to be kind of clumsy in a very cute sort of helpless way. The more I looked at him, the more he looked like what one would call the typical American boy next door.
"Sorry to keep you waiting so long, Mrs. Royer. But I had a client on the phone and I just couldn't get her off. I suppose that everyone thinks that no problem could be as urgent as her own." I just smiled at him but didn't say anything.
"Now what is it that I can do for you?" His approach was very business-like, not even looking up at me when he spoke, just opening up a file that looked like it had my name on it. I guess that it must have contained the small bits of information that I had given the receptionist when I had called for the appointment.
"I'd like to have my marriage annulled as quickly and easily as possible."
"How long have you been married?"
"Four months."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"And your husband?"
"Nineteen." I was beginning to feel that I was playing a question and answer game with him. I only wished that there were some prizes at stake.
"An annulment isn't an easy thing to obtain. The fact that you've been married for such a short time is a good point in your favor, though. But there have to be good strong grounds and both parties must agree to it."
"What kinds of grounds?"
"Let me give you a few examples: If you and your husband never consummated your marriage or if he beats you or caused you to have extreme emotional upsets-things of that nature are the usual grounds. The settlements are usually pretty cut and dry in those situations. Either the husband gives everything to his wife or it's split up evenly."
"But what if none of these grounds apply to me?
What happens in that case?" I asked. I was beginning to act like a school girl again, I thought, as I gingerly asked my question.
"Nine times out of ten, those grounds don't exist. But if your husband is willing to annul the marriage and you are both agreeable to bending the truth a little bit, it should be able to work itself out." He took a cigarette and offered one to me. I took it and he fumbled for the lighter in his pocket. I took a book of matches out of my bag and offered him a light. He thanked me. I was glad that he wasn't bothered by a woman lighting his cigarette for him. In fact, it didn't seem to phase him in the least.
"Now is your husband as anxious to end this marriage as you are?"
"I don't think so, but he is willing to go along with whatever I want. He even asked me to find the lawyer while he was at work."
"Have you discussed the settlement with him?"
"Yes, everything is going to be split right down the middle. But there really isn't that much anyway."
"I see here in your file that you own a house. Surely that must be worth a nice sum of money."
"But the bank holds the mortgage to it. So that takes care of that money."
"Real estate is a funny thing. Sometimes the value of a house can go up as much as twenty or thirty percent in the period of time that you've lived there. Depending upon what you paid for the house and the return on the interest of the mortgage, it could come out to quite a few thousand dollars. How much did you pay for the house?"
"Forty thousand dollars."
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but how did a couple your age manage to get a mortgage for that amount? It's very unusual for a bank to give such a large amount to a young couple like yourselves."
"Our parents co-signed the mortgage for us. They couldn't afford to give us a house, although they probably would've liked to. It was sort of a present in a way. They wanted Tom and me to have a house of our own. They knew that we wouldn't be able to get a bank to approve that kind of loan by ourselves, so they offered to co-sign for us. I never thought about it before, but it was a very nice thing for them to do. They could have been taking an awful big chance if Tom and I couldn't come up with the monthly payments."
He gave me a disinterested "yes" and went on writing things in my file. I suppose that there was really no need for me to go into the whole story of how we got the house.
He picked up the file and got up from his desk.
"Excuse me for a moment. I have to make a phone call. I'll be right back this time, I promise. This call could be of great interest to you. It's a friend of mine who is in the real estate business. If my guess is right, there could be a lot more in this for you than you thought when you first walked in here."
He walked out of the office and made his call in the other room. I couldn't understand why he couldn't make the same call from his office. When he came back he told me that the receptionist had all the phone numbers outside, so that's why he didn't bother to use the phone in his office. But I must admit, my first thought was that he didn't want me to find out that he might be cheating me out of my own money; It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't even asked him about his fee. I had always heard that these things could be terribly expensive. But I hadn't the slightest idea of how much. I only hoped that I would be able to afford it.
When he came back in the office he had a tremendous grin on his face. I couldn't imagine what could've made him so happy at first. I thought that his friend had just told him something that had made him very happy. After all, he did say that it was a friend of his.
"I think that you might change your mind about the fifty-fifty settlement that you had planned with your husband when I tell you what I just found out."
"I don't see why I should get any more out of this-than Tom. A marriage is supposed to be a partnership. I think that it should end in the same way. I don't think that anyone should come out of something like this as a winner or a loser."
"That is a very sweet sentiment. But sometimes sentiment is overcome by greed, the most common of all human instincts."
"But I don't want any more than I put into this marriage. I would just like to forget about the whole thing, as if it never happened."
"Let me just tell you what I heard. Then well see if you still feel the same way. If you do, that's fine with me. But you are my client, and because you are, I'm obligated to make the best possible arrangements I can for your well-being."
"All right then. Tell me this earth-shaking news you have for me to hear." I was getting a little annoyed with his love of money. He was making me feel as if I was out to destroy Tom, when all I wanted was to end my relationship with him. It seemed to me that by doing that I certainly wasn't out to destroy him. He was just going to discover all the magnificent things about love and sex that I had discovered about them.
"As close as I could figure this out, with the return on your interest when you pay the bank back in full from selling your house, and all the new homes that are going up in that area, along with a planned shopping center nearby, if you sold the house today, you would be able to come, away with a clear profit of close to nine thousand dollars after taxes. And that's not counting the rebate on home insurance and your real estate taxes that you've already paid for the rest of this year. That should come out to at least another five or six hundred, depending on what kind of coverage you have with your insurance company."
My mouth nearly dropped to the floor. I hadn't even considered that the house might be worth more than a few hundred dollars over what it cost us. And I counted on that small amount of money to help set me up in an apartment. But nine thousand dollars, I just couldn't believe it! J. Donald Crane was right. That was a lot of money, a lot more than forty-five hundred. It seemed like an awful lot more than just twice as much.
With nine thousand dollars, I could do anything I wanted to do and still have enough money in the bank to earn a nice tidy sum of interest for me. If I left it there long enough. I looked at Mr. Crane. It was obvious that the expression on my face was nothing new to him. He looked as if he expected the whole thing, that now I was not going to settle for less.
I began to rationalize my unfairness to Tom. I had never worked. He would have more than enough to live on if he kept his job. He'd only be supporting one person instead of two. All that I could do was become a secretary. That didn't pay too much money, so why shouldn't I have a nice little bank account to keep me secure in my future?
The lawyer had a smug self-satisfied look on his face. He seemed to be quite proud of himself for so accurately predicting how I would react to his statement about how much money there could be in it for me.
"I have a strong feeling that you've changed your position about this whole matter."
I couldn't erase the day-dreamy look I had on my face as I sat there thinking about all that money. I knew that in most ways it wasn't a whole hell of a lot, but it was more than I had ever had, probably more than I would ever get the chance to have at any one given time.
"You're dead right," I said, almost smiling from ear to ear. "But how do we get Tom to agree to that kind of settlement? Suppose that he wants all the money, or isn't willing to give me more than half of it like we already agreed on?"
"Did you sign anything with him that states that you're going to divide your property equally?"
"No, but.. r
"There aren't any buts in this type of case. You just have to try and get the most out of it that you can. Is there anything else of value that you own? Something that might not make, you look as if you were trying to make your husband go bankrupt?"
"No, nothing really. Just perhaps the furniture and our car. And, oh yes, my engagement ring. That's worth well over a thousand dollars. But I just couldn't keep that. Not after all this."
"Unfortunately, jewelry just happens to fall into the property settlement. But if we offer the furniture, car and ring and make it sound as if you only-and let me stress that, only want the house, you may come out of this not only nine thousand dollars richer, but, as they say, smelling like a rose."
I was so thrilled at the prospect of all that money that I could have made love to that man right there. Besides, he was pretty damn sexy. I had this underlying desire for very tall men. I liked the feeling of being so small and weak with a man-a big man on top of me, protecting me, in a way. I felt like tearing my clothes off and throwing myself on top of him. Then again, I thought to myself, I'd better save that for after the settlement. It might come in handy if I can't afford to pay his fee, to save something to trade for it. Anyway, he looked like a happily married family man. He seemed so clumsy in a lot of ways. I conjured up what I thought might be a very funny picture of him and his pretty little wife fucking after a hard day at the office and finally getting the kiddies off to sleep.
I tried to imagine how he might be equipped if the size of his dick was in proportion to his body. I remembered Carol once telling me that one of the boys she had slept with, one of the tallest players on our high school basketball team, was almost hysterical to look at. There he was, she said, the biggest guy that she had ever seen, but his cock was just about average size. Nothing wrong with it at all. But when he stood in front of her and took off his clothes she nearly died laughing. Compared to the rest of his body, his prick didn't look any bigger than an overcooked sausage. He got a little pissed off at her, but then he proceeded to fuck the hell out of her. It only looked small on him, but the way he fucked it could've been twenty inches long.
I quietly giggled to myself as I recalled the story in my mind. Mr. J. Donald Crane was busy jotting down all kinds of facts and figures-probably to clobber my dear unsuspecting husband with when we got into the courtroom. Slowly, I could feel all the guilt that I might have felt drifting out of my mind.
I watched him as he reached for the phone on his desk. I thought for a moment about who he might be calling since he remembered the number without having to look on his receptionist's desk. Either his mother or his wife, I thought. The latter turned out to be the correct assumption. He told her he'd be home later than usual, that he had to get started on a new case as soon as possible and not to keep dinner waiting for him because he might be home very late. He turned his head away from me and gave her an over-the-phone kiss good night. He looked as if he were embarrassed by what he thought I might have looked upon as childish behavior from a man his age.
"I hope that you have some time to spend here with me this evening. There are a lot of details that I would like to go over with you as soon as possible. It's best to handle these matters as swiftly as possible. Or, as much as I hate to use the expression, strike while the iron is hot."
"I think that you mean that you'd like to get this done before my husband knows what hit him, Mr. Crane."
"Well, that is about the size of it. Now, Mrs. Royer, this . . . "
"I'd like it better if you would just call me Judy, if you don't mind." I couldn't stand being called Mrs. Royer. It always made me feel a lot older than I was. Not just a few years, but more along the lines of middle-aged and overweight.
"Then I guess that it's only polite that you call me by my first name."
"But your first name is only an initial. But if you'd like, I'd be glad to call you "J" if your first name is a big secret." He smiled at what I had said. I was beginning to feel very relaxed with him now that we had begun working together for a common cause, fucking over my ever loving husband, whom I was learning slowly to dislike more and more with every passing moment because of my potential windfall.
J. Donald Crane didn't take his eyes off me for one moment. He seemed to enjoy the evil smile on my face as I sat there thinking about all that money. At least that's what he thought I was thinking about. I was also thinking about how he might look naked, if his cock would look as out of proportion as that big guy Carol had told me about. But if it didn't look out of proportion, if it fit his tremendous frame, his cock must be gigantic, I thought. I would have given anything to find out.
Then and there, I decided that before he went home to his lovely wife and children, somewhere in the suburbs no doubt, I was going to find out. I really didn't mind including it in his fee, since I didn't realize before that I would have all that money to pay him. And who knows, I thought, maybe after the fee I was going to give him that night, he wouldn't even ask for money. Just more of the same. But until I found out just how well stocked he was, and how well he was able to use it, I was planning to pay him in cash just like everyone else did. Then, I wondered how many of his women clients had climbed onto his giant body and given him the ride of his life. He didn't look like the seductive type, but you never can tell what a man is going to turn out to be like when an attractive woman lets him know pretty plainly that she wants to get it on with him. If there was one thing that I had learned to be, it was direct with my words. If I wanted someone to fuck me, I'd tell him. If I was hot for a stiff dong to be shoved up my pussy, I wasn't in any mood to play head games with whoever I had in mind for my bed partner that night, or whatever time of day it might happen to be. I had finally gotten out of the only-at-night syndrome, and I wasn't about to get back into it. I found out that fucking was fun any time of the day or night if that's what you wanted to do. And I also found out that the bedroom wasn't the only place for doing it. Wherever you are, and whatever time it is, if you want to fuck, that's exactly what you should do. Why wait? Why let the urge pass you by?
I wanted to fuck Mr. J. Donald Crane. I wanted to see what kind of tool he had buried under his Brooks Brothers suit. Not because I liked him particularly-I hadn't known him long enough to know whether or not I did-but just because I was curious about him. About his cock, I should say. That, as far as I was concerned, was a good enough reason for sex with anyone. It couldn't hurt me, and no man, no matter how much he may say he loves his wife, will say no to a girl who comes right out and asks him to ball her. They might run away from a girl who plays games, thinking that she may want something more, but not from a girl who makes it perfectly clear that all she wants is to have his stiff dick ramming into her until she comes. And Mr. J. Donald Crane was not going to run away from me after we finished our work.
I noticed that he had gone back to his work now, as I daydreamed about my money and sex. I realized that he didn't tell me what his first name was. Maybe he wanted me to call him J. Or maybe he would've preferred Donald. That was the name he was using on his office door. He must like it, I thought.
"Well, Mr. Crane," I said. "Should I call you J. or would you rather I call you Donald? Or maybe you'd like to tell me what the J. stands for."
"It's no big secret, but you are going to be the first of my clients to find out before getting the bill. My name is John. That's all there is to it Nothing imagine at all. Just plain old ordinary John. The J. Donald business on the door and my care was my wife's idea. She thought that it would add a lot of class to the place."
"Your wife and I think alike, John. I think that it adds a lot of dignity and class. I have to admit that I was impressed by it."
"I'm glad you think so, Judy. I like to think that I give my clients something for the money that they pay me."
I couldn't think of a more perfect time to ask. "By the way, just how much is your fee? I have a feeling that I should've asked as soon as I came in. I might have been able to save us both a lot of time, just in case."
"It's hard to say; I usually don't have a set fee. It varies from case to case. If there's only a small amount involved in a settlement, I usually charge about five hundred dollars for a divorce, while an annulment will usually cost a little more since there are more involved legal procedures because the annulment laws are pretty vague in the state."
"You're beginning to scare me a little. It sounds like it's going to cost me a lot of money for your services."
"You didn't let me finish. In a case where there is a reasonable sum of money involved I take a percentage of the cash settlement. So in a way, when I do that, it's kind of a gamble on my part. You see, when I say cash settlement, I mean just that. Suppose that you get the house, but you decide that you want to keep it and you only get a few hundred dollars in cash. If I were to sign a contract with you for say ten percent of the cash settlement, I'd be stuck. But that's just the chance that I have to take. But I can't see why you wouldn't sell the house. I can't see where a single girl would have any use for it. So I don't think that I'd be taking any chance if I were to tell you that my fee is going to be ten percent of your cash settlement with your husband, of which the court cost and everything else is included."
"Sort of a package deal. Is that it?"
"You might put it like that, although it does seem to take some of the dignity out of my profession. I'm not a travel agent or a caterer, you know."
He went back to his work again. Almost a thousand dollars in legal fees if I get what I want, I thought to myself. That's a lot of money, but there really wasn't anything else that I could do. He had to make a living, so I couldn't expect him to give me a discount just because I wanted to get sexy with him. But he did seem so nice that I really didn't mind that much. Besides, eight thousand dollars is' no small amount, and it could be even more with all the rebates that he was talking about from the insurance companies and the real estate taxes.
"All right, Judy," I heard him say. I was so involved in my thoughts that I had nearly forgotten what I had come there for in the first place.
"We're going to have to handle this with a whole new approach if you want the settlement to work out in your favor. Having handled similar cases to this one before, I can honestly say that it's not going to be very easy to get your husband to agree to this kind of terms."
"You mean that if he doesn't agree, that's all there is to it? We split everything equally and no questions asked?"
Tm afraid that it's not quite that cut and dry. If he won't agree out of court, we just have to go to court and prove that in some way he is inadequate-as a husband to you, that is. Using one or more of the grounds that I mentioned before."
"Why don't we just wait and see if he'll agree to it?"
"Because when he refuses, we'll be at an advantage by having our case prepared well in advance, not giving him enough time to prepare a good defense for himself. It's also helpful to you the plaintiff since it gives you the choice of the hearing date. That's one more way of cutting down on your husband's time to prepare his case."
"It all seems so terribly evil. But how are we going to prove those things about him? It's just going to be my word against his, isn't it?" I found it hard to believe that it was getting so involved. I left my house under the impression that it was going to be as simple as signing a few pieces of paper and that would be that. I was starting to wonder if I would be able to go through with it.
"Let's go over the grounds again. Maybe we'll be able to come up with an easy answer. Did you and your husband consummate your marriage?"
"If that means did we have sex, yes we did." I thought about that for a moment. I wanted to correct myself and say that he had sex. Up until very recently, I hadn't had much of anything from him.
"Has he ever beaten you for any reason at all?"
"No."
"Has he ever caused you any extreme emotional hardships over long periods of time?"
It hit me. I was depressed for months because of the way he treated me in the bedroom. That's an emotional strain, I thought. Maybe that would be good enough. I didn't know quite how to go about telling that to John though. I had trouble telling it to my best friends. He was not much more than a total stranger. But I had to put the money ahead of my personal pride and my sex life with my husband."
"What is it, Judy? Is there something wrong?"
"Oh no, no. I just had a thought. Would it be possible to tie two of those grounds together to make one big one?"
"It's been done before. What exactly are you talking about? You know that I can't help you unless you're willing to give me your full cooperation." I wondered if he realized just exactly how much of my full cooperation I was going to give him before the evening was over.
"You see, John, all the months that I was married, I never enjoyed sex with him."
"But I thought that you told me that you had consummated the marriage."
"Yes, we did. And would you mind not using that word. It sounds like you're making soup instead of love."
"I do have to handle this on a professional level. That just happens to be the word I use for it."
"Well, if it's all right with you, I'd like to handle this on my own level."
"Go right ahead. Call it whatever you like."
"I hope that you won't fall out of your chair, but I call it fucking."
"Don't worry, I've heard the word before. In fact, I still use it. But not in the office. I'm sure you understand why. But if that's the word that you feel comfortable with, feel free to use it as much as you like."
"Let me go on. Every night when Tom and I would go to bedsit was like a rerun of the night before. He couldn't care, less whether I wanted to fuck him or if I was ready enough or if I had an orgasm.
"As a matter-of-fact, it wasn't until about four weeks ago that I had the first orgasm of my life. Not with Tom though. When I found out what Tom had made me miss all those years that we had been having sex before and after our wedding, I didn't know what to do. I thought that I loved Tom. I thought that if I tried to get him to discuss it with me we might be able to work things out between us. But we didn't; it just made them worse. I walked out on him one night after I tried to get him to listen to reason."
"I found other men, and I let them fuck me and do what they liked with my body. It wasn't until recently that I stopped thinking of myself as an old married lady. I found out that men thought that I was sexy. I liked the way it felt to be wanted, to have a man make love to me because he wanted to please me, as well as pleasing himself. Letting me please him."
I paused a moment and then went on. "With Tom it had always been when he wanted it. When he finished he went to sleep and left me feeling like a cheap whore that he just paid for to get his rocks off. In the beginning he used to leave me frustrated. But after a while, I became so bored with the idea of having sex with him that he didn't even get me excited enough to be left frustrated. Sexually, I felt nothing at all. I could have been a eunuch as far as he was concerned. But I had never experienced anyone else so I thought that perhaps it might be that there was something wrong with me. I had a couple of girlfriends over one day and asked them about it. They both had the same suggestion. Leave Tom. Go and find someone who knew how to treat a woman and make her feel like a total human being."
I looked up for a second and then went on. "I was too stubborn to take their advice right away. I had forced myself to believe that I loved my husband. Finally it got to be too much for me. I had to leave, I had no choice. But I did have every intention of coming back to him. But I wanted to find out what real love-making was all about. I stayed at a friend's apartment for a few days. In those few days, I learned and experienced more sex than in all the years that I had gone out with Tom. But I knew that I could find a way to make Tom see that I was right. One of my friends went over to see him one afternoon and seduced him. She showed him all the things that I wanted him to know, all the things that I thought would-make him love me more, and make me love him more, as well."
He interrupted me there. "Did it work?"
"It did to a point. When I went back to him we made love wildly for hours and hours. I loved every second of it I thought for sure that all our problems were solved and everything would turn out wonderful for us the rest of our lives."
"But Tom thought otherwise?"
"No, not really. I think that he thought that everything was going to be fine also."
"But what was the reason for wanting an annulment if both of you thought that your marriage was going to work out?"
"The reason was, and is, that after being so obsessed with the sexual problems that I had had with him, I failed to realize that there was more to it than just that. I realized that I didn't really love him. I had just been saying it for so many years that I had begun to believe it myself. And I don't think that he really loves me either. But today was the clincher. He called me up and asked me to meet him downtown so he could tell me that he was seeing other women. I wasn't surprised, I felt the same way about other men, although I hadn't seen any other men since I came home about a month ago. He asked me if I would mind having an open marriage. Do you know what that is, John? An open marriage would allow me to go out and fuck whoever I wanted to whenever I wanted to, and he could do the same."
"And why didn't you agree to that?"
"Because I don't believe in open marriage. I know it might sound a bit hypocritical after all I've just told you, but if you're married you should only sleep with one man and he should sleep only with you. As long as you're not married, you're not hurting anyone by fucking anyone you please. But besides that, I just don't want to stay married to him. I don't love him. I'm sorry that I've made you listen to all this. The point that I'm trying to bring out is this: If his sexual attitude towards me is the way I described it to you, wouldn't you consider that to be putting me under an emotional strain for a long period of time?"
"Normally, I would have to say so. But the fact that you did walk out on him might tend to change things somewhat. Does he know about these other men that you had sex with?"
"No, I've never told him about any of them. But I think that he might assume that I had fucked quite a few guys before I came home to him. He also knows that I was the one who sent my friend over to seduce him that afternoon."
John looked depressed, as if he were trying to search out an answer from the back of his mind. I had a strong feeling that I had just blown the whole thing. The money, the marriage, and the seduction of this wholesome All-American father of two. He tapped his fingers on the desk and gazed out the window. He swung around to me quickly, as if he were a great big kid who just discovered something new and exciting.
"I think I have the answer, Judy. In fact, if I'm right, we won't even have to go to court except to sign the final papers." He just kept grinning at me. I thought that he was going to ask me to guess what he was talking about. But I wasn't going to pay him close to a thousand dollars to play guessing games.
"Would you mind telling me your brainstorm? After all, I am paying you for your help."
"I was just going over it in my mind to make sure about it before I got your hopes up. But I'm sure that it will work. It can't possibly miss. It's human nature. The odds are one hundred percent in our favor."
"For God's sake, John. You're going to drive me crazy. Will you please tell me what you're talking about already?"
"Look, we'll tell Tom that if he doesn't agree to the settlement that we'll have no choice but to take him to court. And we'll spell out loud and clear exactly what you've just told me. There isn't a man in the world who would be able to take that kind of public embarrassment, no matter how much money there was at stake. The last thing a man would ever want to have to admit to or try to prove in a courtroom full of men and women is that he was a lousy lover, that he was an absolute waste in the bedroom. You say that you've been sleeping with Tom since you were fifteen?"
"That's right."
"Do you think that he would want people to know that in the past three years he hasn't been able to even come close to satisfying you? His own wife, the woman that he supposedly loves? You just leave everything to me. He'll be lucky if he comes out of this with his clothes on his back when I get through."
"All I want is the money, John. I don't want to destroy him."
Judging by the expression on his face, John looked like the kind of man who enjoyed his work as some kind of sick power to destroy men. I couldn't understand that at all.
"Do you get a thrill out of what you do, John? I mean do you like the feeling that you're capable of destroying another man's life?"
"Oh no, Judy. I don't want you to think that. It just makes me feel good when I'm able to get the best results for my clients. That's why people come to see me. They want things. They want money, but more often than that, they want revenge. When a man is married to a woman for twenty-five or thirty years, and then decides to take off with his secretary for a few weeks in the Bahamas, how do you think that makes his wife feel? How would you feel if you were in love with a man and devoted your life to him for thirty years and then, the old fart that he is, takes off with some young girl because you don't excite him any more? Totally disregarding the fact that he's never done anything to excite you in the last twenty years. But he's your husband all those years and you love him and there isn't anything that you wouldn't do for him. Wouldn't you want to destroy him the way he's destroyed your life, not taking the time to notice all you've done for him?"
"It sounds as if you've just described my marriage."
"No, not at all. You're still young. My God, you're not even nineteen yet. You are still young and sexy and you've got a lot to offer to any man who you'd be willing to give it to. But these women aren't as fortunate as you. They're old and tired. They have nothing left to give any more. Their breasts sag to their waists and they're usually as big as a house. Even if they had the money, most of them wouldn't even be able to buy love with it. For the most part, they've forgotten how to give love to anyone but the man that they've slaved for all their lives."
He was sounding terribly emotional. I felt awful that I had ever asked him the question I had. But at least I found one thing out: he thought that I was sexy. But then again, so did I, and I did my best to show it.
"Do you really think that I'm sexy, John?" I thought that he might like something of a little girl act. He seemed a bit excited already, but I didn't know if it was from the little speech that he had just given me, or if it was all the things that I had told him about my sex life.
"Not just sexy, Judy. You are more of what I would have to call sensual. There's something about you that makes a man want to have you, to touch and caress and hold in his arms, feeling you close."
"Would you like to feel me close to you, John?"
"Yes, I would. Very much, but I'm afraid that I.. . "
I placed my fingers lightly over his mouth. "Put your arms around me and pull me close to you. Feel my body next to yours."
He put his arms around me, squeezing me tightly to him. My head buried in his chest. I felt as if I was lost in a huge mass of man. But in so many ways he was like a young boy who needed to be shown what to do.
"Do you like the way I feel close to you, John?"
"Yes. You feel so soft and warm and sexy next to me. I wish that I could feel you closer."
"Would you like to make love to me? Would you like to feel me naked next to you? Would you like to kiss my body all over and suck on my tits? Would you like to put your cock inside me and fuck me nice and slow? I know that you want me, John. And you can have me. You can touch me and lick me and suck me all you like. I know that you want me. You think that I'm sexy. You told me that. Don't you want me as much as I want to have you? I want to feel your mouth all over me. Sucking me. Eating me up alive. Making me come. I want to feel your cock inside me. I'll bet you've got a nice big one too. I'll bet it's the biggest one I'll ever see. Show me your dick. Let me see how big it is."
I reached down to the bulge in his pants. He stood there, still holding me next to him, not really believing what was happening to him. I was not far from wrong about the size of his prick. It felt huge in my hand.
"Oooooooooooooo . . . John," I cooed. "It is big! And-it's nice and hard already. Did I make you get hard like that? Did I make you so big and hard because you want to feel my tight cunt wrapped around your cock? Let me take off my clothes, John. I want to show you my body. I think that you'll like it. I have a very nice figure. And my tits are nice sized too. I hope that you'll suck on them for me. I love it when someone sucks on my tits. My nipples get straight and stiff, just like your dick does. Will you suck on my nipples for me? Please, John, I'd like you to suck my tits for me."
I moved away from him and stepped out of my clothes. I was completely naked in a few minutes. I tired to undress as seductively as possible. His eyes didn't move from my body. He tired to soak in every inch of me in his mind. He was absolutely speechless because of what I was doing to him. I stepped out of my tiny panties and let him see the dark curly patch of hair between my thighs.
I sat down in the chair and made him lean against the desk and look at me. He was acting like a man in a trance. I spread my legs slightly so that he could get a good look at my glistening pink cunt lips. I ran a finger between the lips of my pussy and threw my legs up on his desk so he could get an even better view of my hot moist love cavern. I kept watching his face as he stared longingly at me while I played with myself, pinching my nipples lightly with my fingers, making them stand out hard and stiff, cupping my left tit in my hand and almost holding it out for him to touch. When I saw his hand starting to move towards my chest I backed away and gave him a teasing little laugh.
I closed my eyes and shoved my index finger into my pussy and fucked myself slowly with my small hand. Feeling my pussy getting hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter, I sat there like that playing with myself in front of him, driving him mad; but he was like a statue, frozen, not knowing what to do. I looked at the picture of his family on his desk. I wondered if his wife had ever excited him the way I was exciting him right now.
I wondered what his darling little wife would have thought if she knew that there was a sexy eighteen-year-old girl showing her body off to her husband in his office-playing with herself, wanting to have her husband's dick rammed up her young pussy.
"Do you like my pussy, John? Wouldn't you like to touch it? It's so nice and soft. And it's wet. Sooooo wet. It'll be nice and wet for you to slide your big cock into and out of me. I don't want just my finger any more. I want to feel you inside my pussy."
I had never seen a man go so completely numb before or since. I made sexy little moans and groans and sucked on my fingers while I looked straight into his eyes. I thought about that wife of his again. I wondered if she ever went down on him. It she ever swallowed his come for him. Or if she used her mouth to get him hard again after they'd fucked. I thought about how lucky she must feel to have such a big cock all to herself. I wondered if she appreciated the size of it.
"Take off your clothes, John. I want to see you and hold your dick in my hands and kiss it for you. Please, John, don't make me beg for it. I want to have your cock. I want to see what it looks like and how it feels in my hand and my mouth and my cunt!"
I unzipped his pants and leaned forward and kissed the tip of the gigantic rod and ran my mouth up and down the outside of his shaft. I tried to put it in my mouth, but it was no use. It was too big for my small mouth. I couldn't believe that anything so big could be standing so straight and hard. I reached under his cock and felt for his balls. They were equally big. I couldn't wait to feel them slapping against my ass when he drove that giant weapon into me.
He lifted me up and brought me over to the couch on the other side of his office. He laid me down on my back and spread my legs. He brought his face down to my pussy and started licking me there. He found my clit in a few seconds and instantly brought me to a fantastic come with a few artful flicks of his tongue. Obviously he was well versed in the art of eating cunt, something that most men I had come across lacked. If I pushed their faces around long enough, they might find the right spot, but John knew just where to go with his tongue. He kept licking me, mixing his saliva with my cunt juices.
"John, put it in me! I want it now! Fuck me with your big dick. I want to feel it in my hot cunt."
He grabbed my ankles and threw my legs over his back. I locked my feet together around his back. I reached down and guided the head of his cook to the entrance of my love hole.
"Don't push too hard, John. I don't want it to hurt me. Put it in me slow. Just a little at a time, please, John, please . . . "
He pushed gently into me but couldn't manage to get even the head of his dick into my tight cunt. He got up and opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small first aid kit. He opened it up and took out a small tube of petroleum jelly. He squeezed a large amount out onto his hand. I watched him excitedly as he rubbed it all over his big cock. He came back to the couch and applied some to my burning wet cunt.
"This will make it easier for you, Judy. I don't want to hurt you with my cock. I'll try to be as gentle as I can." I was beginning to think that he had forgotten how to talk before that moment.
"Oh, John. I want to take all of it. I want all of you in my pussy, fucking me until we both come."
He got on top of me and I once again locked my legs around his back. I took his cock in my hand and guided the now slippery tool to the entrance of my cunt. I felt im push forward firmly but gently until the head of his dick was buried in my hole. He pushed again and managed to get another two inches of his giant shaft in me.
I squeezed him closer to me with my legs, forcing him to bury more of his cock inside my wet hole. He was fucking me with a slow steady in and out motion. I realized that my cunt was already filled with his organ and it wasn't even three quarters of the way in yet. I didn't think that I would be able to take any more of it. But with every move he made, he artfully was able to slide a fraction of an inch more into my tight pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . you're trying to put it all into me! It's such a nice big cock! I've never had anything as big as your cock inside my pussy before."
After about ten minutes of his beautiful slow fucking he had the entire length of his prong in me.
"Do you like my cock, Judy? Do you like the way my big prick is fucking your tiny hole? Your cunt is so hot. It makes my cock feel so good inside you. Fucking you! I'm fucking your cunt with my big prick!"
"Ohhhhhh . . . yeeeeeesssssssssssssssss I love your big fat cock! Fuck me good with your giant prick. Stuff my hot crack with your cock!"
He increased the speed with which he was fucking me. Not much faster though. But fast and hard enough so that I could feel his big heavy balls slapping against my bottom. His breathing was heavy now. I thought he might be ready to come, but he showed no signs of it if he was. He kept up fucking me in the same steady motion, gradually increasing the speed of his pumping motion into me. My cunt felt so stretched out that I was sure that his giant pecker had ruined me for life. But I didn't care. I wanted it. I wanted his big dong more than anything else in the world at that moment. I felt myself getting ready to come under the smooth long strokes of his dick. I felt my cunt muscles spasm within me. But his cock was too big for my cunt to contract around it. I felt as if I were suspended in space somewhere.
I reached around his backside and took hold of his big hairy sac. His balls felt heavy in my hand. They were the biggest I had ever seen. I tickled them and squeezed them and rolled the big nuts around in my fingers. He must have liked the feeling of having his balls played with because he started fucking me with more intensity. I was sure that he would have loved to ram my cunt as hard as he could but was holding back so as not to hurt my cunt. But he was ramming me pretty hard. It was far from painful. In fact I was almost numb from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
"I think I'm going to come now," I heard him mumble between his heavy breaths.
"Oh yessssss . . . John darling. Come in me! Let me take your load of hot come in my pussy. Let me feel it inside my hot box."
I felt his huge body tremble as his giant cock began to throb violently inside my tight pussy. I could feel his first jets of come gushing into me. He kept coming, pushing himself tight against my small frame. His cock buried deep inside my hole, still throbbing, sending hot jets of his liquid into me.
I felt his muscles relax when he was finished. But he didn't move off me. He stayed there with his cock inside me. I felt it getting softer and softer, slowly slipping out of my well lubricated pussy. I felt his hands running all over my body as I lay there beneath him, stroking my sides and grabbing my firm ass in his big hands.
I felt him trying to pull himself out of my pussy. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to make him stay, but he was just too powerful for me. My cunt ached when he pulled his soft dick out of me.
I watched his prick sway as he walked towards one of the doors in his office. It was as big soft as it was hard. I was getting hot all over again as I saw his big soft dong hanging loosely over his heavy balls.
I heard water running in the next room. He was cleaning himself up. He had a lot of nerve, I thought. Did he think that I had some kind of disease or something? He came out and tossed a towel over to me.
"Why don't you go in there and wipe some of the sweat off yourself? It'll make you feel a whole lot better."
My anger vanished. I took the towel and disappeared into the bathroom. I wondered how many other of his younger clients had done the same thing in his bathroom after chatting about their case. But he did act kind of shocked by the whole thing. But maybe it was just that, an act. But whatever it was, I surely enjoyed it. I inspected my pussy with my fingers to see if it would ever be the same again. I was amazed to see that my finger was still a tight fit. I never understood how such a small opening like my pussy could accommodate just about any size cock. I considered it one of the wonders of the world.
He was dressed again when I walked back into his office.
"You have a terribly guilty look on you, John."
"I think that this shouldn't have happened. I don't think that it's right. I mean, I am a married man, you know."
"But no one ever has to know about it besides the two of us. Besides, a man with a prick as big as yours needs more than one place to put it. I don't think that you disliked the place that I found to put it."
He didn't take his eyes off me for one second as I got dressed. He seemed a little sorry now for what he had just said to me. He looked as though he were going to try stumbling through some sort of apology. I walked over to where he was standing and pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. A long, long wet kiss. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
"I hope that you'll still handle the case for me, John."
"I was afraid that you might not want that any more."
"Don't be silly. Of course I do." I gave his deflated cock a fight squeeze. "And I want some of that sometimes also. It's not fair to save it all for just one woman. I don't think that you appreciate what you've got here."
But somehow I didn't think that he would ever let himself go again with me. But I was sure going to try. I wasn't about to let something like that get away from me so easily. I didn't want to break up his marriage or anything like that. I just wanted to have him fuck me again with that big hunk of meat that he had in his pocket. I wondered how often he fucked his wife. After a few years of marriage, I couldn't see how her pussy could be anything less than totally stretched out of shape from a pecker like his.
"Can I drop you any place, Judy?"
"No thanks, John. I think that I'd like to walk to the train station. I could use the fresh air."
"Now don't forget. We have to have a meeting with your husband to discuss the settlement arrangements. Call me and let me know as soon as you can make it. Just set up the appointment with my receptionist. If she gives you trouble with getting an appointment soon enough just call me on my private line." He jotted down a number on a piece of scrap paper.
I left before he did. I felt good. I had just had a good fuck and I was going to get a lot of money. I decided to go to a bar and celebrate with a drink before I went home. I didn't think that Tom would be home yet anyway. Besides, I'd be damned if I was going to rush back home to fix dinner for him after all this.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I had never been to a bar by myself before. In fact, I didn't even know that they weren't called that any longer. Now they were known as cocktail lounges, or more accurately, pick-up bars. Places where young and not so young executives came for an early evening quickie before catching the train home to the suburbs.
I found a quiet little place a few blocks away from the lawyer's office. Although I told myself that all I really wanted was a drink or two, in the back of my mind I hoped that someone might do a little flirting with me.
I sat down at a little table towards the back and waited for someone to take my order. After a few minutes I began to wonder if they served unescorted women. I was about to leave when I heard someone come up from behind.
"Can I help you, miss?" I turned my head. It was the typical cutsy looking barmaid that I had always heard so much about. I once toyed with the idea of becoming a barmaid myself. I heard that they made pretty good tips and all they had to do for it was to play little tease games with the customers. This particular girl standing behind me waiting for my order looked as if she were pretty good at that sort of thing.
I'll have a gin and tonic please." She left as quickly as she had appeared behind me. I didn't think that she liked serving women. They probably weren't very good tippers, not appreciating her ability to be so teasingly sexy.
She came back a few minutes later with my drink. She put it down and smiled sweetly at me. There was something about her that I just didn't like. I think that I just don't like women who make their living by teasing men. But I supposed it was none of my business so I just shrugged off the thought of it and sipped at the drink that she had brought me.
I watched as the men started to slowly file in. They all seemed to have been there regularly, each of them taking their place at the bar. Every time a woman walked into the place I watched all the heads rum to check out the newcomer. The place seemed to be a sort of meat rack for men. I couldn't help but feel that I, too, was on the auction block.
I noticed that two of the men standing at the bar kept turning around and looking at me. I didn't think anything of it at first, then I noticed both of them take a twenty dollar bill out of their wallet and hand it to the bartender, telling him to hold it. It didn't take me long to figure out what they were doing-making a bet to see which one of them could pick me up. I must admit that I was a bit flattered by the whole idea of it. They were both pretty good looking. I tried not to notice when one of them started to walk over to where I was sitting. I decided to have some fun with him. He was just about to say something to me when I said.
"It's not very polite of you to leave your friend standing over there all by himself. Aren't you afraid that he'll run off with your money?" He looked a little surprised by my frankness.
"I wonder if you'd mind if I joined you," he said, trying to ignore my remark. I hoped that I hadn't hurt his feelings.
"No, not at all. But I still don't think that it's polite to leave your friend standing there alone."
"If you'd rather I leave, I'd . . . "
"Oh no, I didn't mean that. Why don't you ask him to come over and sit down also."
"Well, I've always felt that three is a crowd. If you know what I mean." He gave me what he must have thought was a sexy smile.
He looked over his shoulder and smiled at his friend, still standing at the bar, watching to see if he would be successful in trying to pick me up. I couldn't help but wonder just exactly what it was that they had placed their bets on-whether it was getting my phone number or getting me to leave the bar with him. It wasn't long before I found out which it was.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Thank you, no. I'm still working on the one I've got."
"By the way, my name's John. John Schaeffer. I just thought that I'd introduce myself, since you didn't look as if you were going to ask."
"You're right. I wasn't going to ask."
"You certainly look a lot friendlier than you sound. The least that you can do is tell me your name."
The more that he spoke, the less I began to like him. Just who in hell did he think that he was? Did he think that he was so charming that I was going to fall all over him? I was determined not to play his little game with him. If he wanted me so badly, I was going to make him come right out and ask for it.
"Look Mr. Schaeffer, I.. . "
"Call me John." He had that ridiculous smile on his face again.
"All right, John. I don't know what it is you're after, but I would appreciate you're coming to the point. I don't like wasting time. Mine or anyone else's."
"I'm afraid that I don't quite understand what you mean. I only sat down here because you looked as if I might enjoy talking with you for a while." He looked genuinely hurt by what I had said. I realized that I might have gone a little bit too far with him. I honestly just wanted to have a little fun with him. But I guess that I just got carried away with myself.
I thought that I had better apologize before I forced him to lose interest altogether. But I had to think of a reason for acting the way I did. I had to think of it fast.
"I'm sorry, John. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just that I had sort of a rough day and I'm a little tense." I was vague, but it seemed to be enough of an excuse to keep him interested.
John's hurt look turned to one of great relief. After all, I was at a pickup bar. In a strange sort of way, I felt as if it were my duty to let someone pick me up. So why not let it be him?
It was another few moments before he spoke again. But he finally said: "I'm glad that you told me. You didn't even give me enough of a chance for you to dislike me so quickly." He smiled at me. It was a warm smile this time, unlike the last suggestive show of his teeth.
"If you give me the chance to start over, I'm sure that I might even like you." I reached out to take his hand in an apologetic gesture. He took hold of it and squeezed it lightly with a strong hand.
"All right, let's start over."
"No games this time. O.K., John?"
"O.K. No games this time. Ready?"
"Ready!"
"How do you do. I'm John Schaeffer."
"Fine, thank you. I'm Judy Royer." We giggled at each other and raised our glasses in a mock toast.
"At least I know your name now. That is a much better start than the last time."
"I really am sorry about the hard time I gave you be-' fore. I hope that you believe me, John."
"Sure, I believe you. But there is one thing that I'd like to know."
"What's that?"
"What you said before about coming to the point, not wanting to waste time. Were you serious about that?" I was glad he remembered that. I had almost forgotten about it. I was curious to see just how close to the point he was going to get.
"Yes, I was quite serious. I told you, I don't like to play games."
"In that case, I'll try to come right to the point of this whole interlude."
"Please do."
"All right. Why don't you and I leave this place and go back to my apartment?"
"Is that the whole point?" I asked with a seductive tone in my voice.
"Just how big of a point do you want me to make of this?"
"You could tell me why you want me to go back to your place. Or you might still be playing a game, and I told you that I don't like games."
He stared at me for a few seconds. "It's loud in here. We can talk better at my house." The look in my eyes told him that I didn't believe him for one moment and that he'd better keep talking. I didn't think that he had ever met a girl before who acted as if she knew what was going on in his mind.
When he didn't say anything for a while I knew that I had to take over. So I said:
"You're still not making a strong enough point for me, John. Don't you know how to be blunt with someone? Or are you a natural bora diplomat?"
"If blunt is what you want, blunt is what you're going to get."
"I must say, it's about time!"
"I want to take you back to my place because I find you very attractive and very sexy, and I want to make love to you. I don't think that I could have come any closer to the point than that."
After he said it, he looked as if he couldn't believe that the words had actually come out of his mouth. But they did, and I was glad that they did. I enjoyed the way he tried to remain cool about the whole incident.
"Isn't that a lot easier than asking a lot of silly questions that you don't care to know the answers to?"
"It is, but only if you give me the answer that I want to hear."
"I'd love to go back to your place with you. Is that the right answer?" I knew it certainly couldn't be the wrong answer. I thought he was going to jump right out of his seat and hit the ceiling.
"It's the Tightest answer I've heard all day!" He stood up and extended his hand to me. "Shall we go, Judy?"
I took his hand and we started walking out of the bar. As we were walking out, we passed by his friend who was still standing at the bar. He looked as if he were very impressed at how John had been able to "make his conquest" so soon. When we were about five feet beyond where he was standing, I stopped short and turned to John.
"Aren't you going to stop and collect your winnings?"
"You don't miss a thing, do you?"
"I try not to. We all have to look out for our own interests in this world, don't we?"
"I'll have to agree," he said. "Don't move, I'll be right back." He walked over to his friend and I saw them exchange two twenty dollar bills. Now that I knew he risked that much money, it gave my ego a good boost.
He said good night to his friend and came back to me. "It's a good thing that I won, otherwise I'd be walking home tonight. Come on, I'll get us a taxi."
I followed him out to the sidewalk. He walked into the street and hailed a cruising taxi. We got in and he gave the address to the driver. The cab took off quickly, weaving in and out of the city traffic. Before I knew it, John's mouth was on mine and we kissed each other wildly on the trip back to his apartment downtown.
His hands roamed all over my blouse and came to rest frequently on my ample tits, feeling them through the thin material. He kissed and licked me on the neck and let his tongue slip in and around my ear, giving me goose bumps all over my body. He was getting hot and ready for a good fucking right there in the back of the cab. I glanced up and noticed the cab driver's eyes in the rear view mirror. He had a big grin on his face while he watched the action in the back of the cab.
When he realized that I was aware he was watching, he didn't stop. He just grinned wider. I poked John in the side with my hand and pointed with my face to the mirror. He seemed quite amused by the whole thing. I really didn't mind giving him a little thrill either, just as long as that was all there was to it.
When he noticed that John was looking in the mirror his grin left his face.
"I thought you're supposed to be watching the road," John remarked to him.
'Tm sorry, mister, but when you get to be my age and you're pushin' a hack fourteen hours a day, there ain't much more you can do but watch. I didn't mean anything by it."
"That's O.K., Mac. No harm done, I guess it's just as much our fault as it is yours. After all, this is your cab, and you've got a right to know what's going on."
"I bet you see a lot of interesting things going on back here," I said.
"Lady, you wouldn't believe what I see in one night It's probably more than most people see in a lifetime." Looking in the mirror I could see that he was thinking about some of those things by the expression on his face.
"You know," he continued, "just a couple of hours ago, I picked this couple up at a bar. No sooner were they in my cab than . . . " He stopped suddenly. "I guess maybe I shouldn't talk so much."
"I guess maybe you shouldn't either!" John agreed.
But I wanted to hear what he had to say. "No, John, let him tell us. I want to hear about it"
"Look lady, I don't know no delicate words for some of these things that go on back there."
"That's all right, I don't like delicate words. So why not say it like it is? I want to hear. Please." The driver didn't look at all shocked at what I had said. I supposed that nothing could shock a cab driver in a big city.
"Well, if your gentleman friend don't mind, I. . . "
"He doesn't mind. Do you John?"
"If you want to hear it, be my guest."
"Well, like I was starting to say before, no sooner are these two in the cab than they start going at it like dogs in heat, grabbing each other and feeling each other all over the place. When the guy saw me looking in the mirror he didn't say a word. I think that they were just putting on a show for me at first. But it wasn't long before they forgot that I even was there." He checked to see our reaction to his story so far. I moved my hand up John's leg until I reached his cock. I could feel the outline of the soft prick through his pants. The touch of my hand was getting him hard. I could feel him getting larger in my palm. John slumped down in the seat so that I could massage his dick more comfortably and we could both enjoy the driver's story.
"I hope that's not the whole story," John said to him, seeing that a sexy story was all I needed to get hot.
"No, there's a whole lot more to it You sure you want me to go on? It gets pretty dirty for a lady."
"Don't worry, I can take it!" I said, my hand still playing on his dick.
"Well, you asked for it. Anyway, she's wearing one of those tight sweaters with the zipper down the front So the next thing I know, I hear this sound in the back. I thought it was a zipper but I didn't think they'd have the nerve. So just to find out I check my mirror and sure enough, he's got her sweater wide open and her tits are sticking right out at the back of my head."
"Did you think she had nice tits?" I asked.
"Nice isn't the word. They were beautiful. Big and firm, with these great big round nipples, like this." He made a circle with his thumb and middle finger.
"They were the kind of tits you'd see in the centerfold of one of those girlie magazines."
"What happened next?" John's hand moved under my skirt and up my inner thigh until he reached my pussy. He rubbed the crease in my sheer panties caused by my pussy lips. I was already getting wet.
"The next thing I know, she starts to shove those giant boobs in his face, telling him to suck on them for her."
"Did he?" I asked.
"What do you think? If he didn't, I sure would have. Anyway, in a flash, he's got his mouth all over those twin beauties. I could hear him sucking on them even with all the noise from the traffic out here. And she's moaning and groaning like crazy."
John was as hard as a rock. As much as I wanted to hear the rest of the driver's story, I couldn't wait to get to John's apartment so that we could fuck the hell out of each other.
"Then I'm trying to drive while all this is going on right here behind me. That's not an easy thing for me to do. I mean, how often does an old guy like me get to see a pair of big young tits like that without having to go to some crummy show downtown?"
"You mean the ones where all the men bring big overcoats with them, even in the summer?"
"Those are the ones I'm talking about. But you can't be as close to it as I was tonight in one of those places. I could've just reached out and grabbed those juicy boobs of hers if I wasn't afraid of getting my hand chopped off. Anyway, all of a sudden I hear another zipper. I take another look in the mirror and she's got his pants open, pullin' on his pecker, and from where I was sitting, she didn't have much to pull on. If I were twenty years younger, I really could've given her something to fill up her hands with. Then this guy is moving like mad and making all kinds of noises. So I start to worry, I mean I don't want this guy shooting off in the back of my cab. I'd be damned if I'd clean something like that up. But this cab is kind of like a store, who's going to ride in a cab with a mess like that in the back seat?"
"So I decide that I'm going to tell them that they'll just have to wait or else I'm gonna make him clean up after his own mess. So I pull over to the curb and turn around to tell them. I thought that the guy was going to punch my face in. Then this girl tells me not to worry, that there's not going to be anything to clean up, that she'll take care of anything that happens.
"At first I didn't know what she was talking about, but then, right there, with me watching her, she bends over and sucks this guy's pecker right into her mouth. In a couple of seconds he starts shooting off into her mouth and she starts swallowing all of it down. Not letting one bit of it get away from her. I just kept right on watching until that tiny pecker of his slipped out of her mouth, and it was as dry as a bone. I'll tell you, I'd never go to work if I ever found a broad like that for me.
"Finally they zipped each other up and I took them where they were going. Nice place too. I never would have thought so from the looks of that guy. But just like all those rich bastards, he gives me a tip that wouldn't even pay for a newspaper. Then he tells me that the free show was the tip for me.
"Well, here's where you folks get off. Meter reads three eighty."
John handed him a ten dollar bill.
"Keep the change pal. It'll make up for that guy that stiffed you before."
"Thanks a lot mister. I hope you two kids have a lot of fun." He drove off laughing. He was about twenty feet away when he leaned out his window and hollered back to John. "Get her once for me!"
John put his arm around my waist.
"A lot more than once, a whole lot more." I heard him mutter.
CHAPTER NINE
Once we got inside John's apartment I could hardly wait any longer. All I wanted to do was tear off my clothes and feel his body naked next to mind. To feel his stiff rod pushing hard against my hot wet cunt, driving into me with all his might, fucking me until we came together.
After he had locked the front door, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and began kissing and licking my neck and ears. He already knew that I was very sensitive in that area.
He slid his hand down my thigh and lifted up my short skirt. His fingers pulled open the waistband of my panties and his hand went to work on my hot slit I went almost limp in his arms from the pleasure I was feeling.
"Let's get out of these clothes and fuck," John said.
"T. followed him into the bedroom. In a few moments we were both naked and hot for each others body. I knew he wanted to bury his cock in my love hole as badly as I wanted him to.
He sat down on the bed. I stood directly in front of him, my wet pussy at his hungry mouth. He put his big hands around my ass and pulled my cunt to his face. He flicked his tongue very lightly up the crack in my pussy. He did that several times, teasing me with his obviously skillful tongue.
John just seemed to ignore my begging for satisfaction. I tried to push myself closer to his face but he was too strong. He held me there, dying to feel his mouth sucking hard on my cunt
Just when I thought that I couldn't stand it any longer he pulled me tight to his mouth and drove his tongue up into my burning hole. Then out again and all the way down to my puckered asshole and then back to my pussy again.
I bent myself over his shoulders and reached down for his fat dick. I played with his cock hoping to get him hot enough to stop eating me and fuck me with his hard meat.
It worked. In a few moments, he pulled me down on top of him. I sat down on his stiff tool and inserted it into my hot hole. I bounced up and down on him wildly, his cock driving deeper and deeper into me, filling me with his massive love machine. In the position that we were in, we were able to kiss and feel each other's body with our roaming hands.
His mouth was on my tits. Sucking! Making my nipples stand out hard and straight while my cunt moved quickly on his took
He placed his arms tightly around me and lifted me up in the air. Without taking his cock out of my pussy, he placed me down on the bed so that he was on top of me now, enabling him to have full control of the fucking.
I felt that familiar tightening in my groin and knew that it would be any second before I reached my come. I wanted him to come with me. There never seemed to be anything as exciting as a man and a woman both coming at the same time. But he seemed as if he was going to be able to go on pumping my cunt with his big prick for quite a while longer. In my mind, there was nothing wrong with that either. As far as I was concerned he could go on fucking me all night long. I loved every minute of it. I loved every inch of his fat cock.
My legs tightened as I came. My cunt pulsed and throbbed and contracted around his big dick. It was a tremendous come. My whole body shook under his weight while he kept driving into me with his rod.
I could feel his body begin to tense. He was going to shoot. He pumped harder and harder and then he suddenly pulled his thick shaft out of my pussy and moved his weight so that he was sitting on my chest, his big cockhead staring me in the face. I reached for it with my hand and pulled him off. In a few strokes he shot his hot jets of come all over my face and neck. I scooped it up with my free hand and rubbed the thick juice into my skin, licking it off my fingers with my tongue.
I loved it, lying there, helpless-my face, my hands, my neck, all covered with his hot come. He watched me as I tried to get it into my mouth, tried to taste his seed.
He rolled off me and lay down beside me. My hand massaged his now soft prick, while his hands tickled my pink, cunt lips and tiny hard clit, making me hotter to have him again than I was before.
I could feel his dick starting to get hard in my hand once again. It kept growing larger and larger until it was the stiff giant piece of meat it was only a few minutes ago.
I had all I wanted now. My money. My men. Any man I wanted. All that I had missed because of a ludicrous marriage. I looked down at the hard cock I was holding in my hand. I loved that cock then. That cock loved my pussy. But there were so many more to love. Everyday would be a new day from now on.
I moved my head down John's lean body until my mouth was at the base of his cock. I moved my hand under his balls.