How many married people realize only after a number of years have gone by that their "partner for life" is to them what the albatross around his neck was to the Ancient Mariner? According to divorce statistics, the answer is simple: too many.
Those we least suspect may often be the most probable candidates for a break-up. Living outwardly normal lives, partying with friends, attending the local PTA meetings together, hosting backyard neighborhood barbecues, their inner lives a sham. Initially refusing to admit their marriages are a mistake, or simply too tired to go through life on their own, they often find their solace in alcohol or in back-street love affairs which leave all parties concerned the worse off.
WHORE WIFE is the story of Linda Carney, a young woman who discovers her marriage is full of abuse and disappointment, cause for a drastic and sometimes degrading course of action. Her story, sadly, is a backdrop for too many in today's society.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Linda Carney was upset one Saturday morning when her husband rolled over in bed, announced he could not fuck her, and fell back to snoring.
It was the first Saturday morning in their entire marriage they had not made love.
Tim, usually exhausted from working in the machine shop all day, had little energy left to fuck any other night. So Saturday morning, after an evening's drinking with the boys and a full night's rest, was the time Tim reserved for fucking his wife and getting his rocks off.
Linda took it as her due. And when it didn't happen on this hot weekend morning, she began pouting and kicking Tim's leg every five minutes to waken him. He snorted in his sleep and kicked back. Linda turned on her side, sobbing and plotting revenge.
Once a week was bare minimum, so far as she was concerned. Linda was a naturally sexy women, and she was already having to work off her surplus desire by masturbating often.
If Tim couldn't make his weekly delivery, it was good-bye Tim! She didn't know how she would leave yet, but she would find a way.
So, that very moment, she started plotting. First she would join clubs. She knew that by getting out of her house, she would meet people -- if not men, then women who knew men. She would enlarge her world. She pictured herself lost in a lollipop world of penises, picking from the best of the lot, savoring this one, and whiling away an afternoon with that one.
But all this would take careful planning. She quietly sat up, careful this time not to waken her husband.
Her determination nearly failed her for a moment as she looked at his sweet, handsome face and then his sweet, slack penis curled between balls and thigh. She sighed. It would take work and then might be to no avail. No, making a list of sexual alternatives would be the best bet now.
She got up, jostling Tim slightly. But he didn't stir. Linda tossed her long, tangled blond hair back over her shoulders and strolled naked across the room to her dresser.
She sat down before the mirror and picked up a pen. Lost in thought, she unconsciously tousled her pretty, sparse, blond pubic hair with it. Then she hit on her first plan and lifted the pen, moist from pussy lubrication, to a small white pad. She wrote:
1. Go to the theater.
She nibbled the pen between her lips and unconsciously savored the sweet-salty taste of pussy.
The theater would be a good place to begin. FVERYBODY who was SOMEBODY in town went at one time or another. Mr. Hartman, the English teacher at Peter Zenger High School, directed it. Local doctors, dentists, merchants and teachers made up the cast. And visiting actors from Chicago starred. Linda completed her list:
2. Take recorder lessons at Cedar House Music School.
3. Become a Boy Scout leader. (She could meet all the fathers, hopefully some divorced.)
She needed money so she had to think of a part-time job where she could earn extra money. So she wrote:
4. Get part-time job, preferably night work.
5. Take a sewing class and make sexy evening clothes and negligees.
Linda set down her pen. She unconsciously began fingering her breasts and nipples. Her other hand swept to her clit and pussy lips.
She spread her legs wide on the dresser stool. She straddled the bench easily and leaned slightly backward, exposing the full, lovely hairy area of her pussy to the minor.
Her humiliation at having to resort to masturbation when a strapping man lay in her bed was overcome by the joyous feelings that her expert, practiced finger touches brought to her sensitive cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned softly as she dipped her fingers in her mouth and carried the wet saliva to her cunt hole. She leaned still further back and observed her pretty pink cunt, lined with folds and dripping with hot fluids.
She gasped as the first pre-orgasmic waves swept through her groin. She moaned and her tits jiggled as she leaned back even further and made room for a middle finger up her juicy hole.
It was at that point that her husband awakened.
"Hi, honey," he greeted her softly from the bed. She saw his reflection in the mirror and halted the progress of her whipping fingers.
She was embarrassed, but at the same time happy that he was witness to the measures she had to resort to because of him. She was sure now that he would have pity on her.
A smile played around her mouth as she looked sexily up at his reflection. "Hi, honey," she returned. She tilted her head down so she could look up at him under her long lashes.
"What-cha doin'?" he drawled, folding his arms and leaning back on the pillow.
"Oh, just putting on make-up," said Linda with a straight face.
"Which cheeks?" said Tim tongue-in-cheek.
Linda laughed. "You got the idea, honey," she cooed and lazily began rubbing her crotch again. "Come help me," she cooed.
"Oh, I like the way you're doing it just fine," Tim said, rubbing his half erect staff. "I like watching you. Do you do that often?" His tongue curled over the corner of his lips and teeth as he looked, not at the reflection of his wife's face, but at her acute triangle.
"Come and eat me," she pleaded, ignoring his question. She saw him stretch his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go. It waved wickedly in the air in her direction. "Not good enough," she announced slyly. "You'll have to come closer."
But Tim merely whacked away at his hard-on. The smooth thick stick beckoned deliciously to pounce on it, take it between her moist lips and roll her hot tongue all over it.
Watching her husband jack off in the mirror's reflection, she jutted two fingers in and out of her own moist hole. She moaned.
"Oh, Timmy, oh, this feels so good. Oh, I wish you could feel how it feels. Mmmmm, it's nice. It's nearly as nice as your hot, thick dick up my soft, wet twat." She watched her husband's expression fall.
"Not as good, not as good," he retorted, glancing down at his hard tool.
Prove it to me, she wanted to say. Prove to me that two fingers aren't worth one hard cock!
But he wanted to play with himself, she knew. He glanced up every now and then to get an added turn-on.
He continued rubbing his thick fingers up and down his stiffness and now and again dipping a hand under his balls. He spit hard into his palm and draped the wet saliva around the firm, rubbery cockhead, whacking it even more.
With finger and thumb he rubbed rapidly over the sensitive area and closed his eyes, moaning.
Linda looked up, sighed, and continued on by herself, knowing full well that interesting her husband in a twosome at this stage of the game was a lost cause.
Never mind. She was entering the heights of passionate delirium herself, and a partner right now would only be a distraction.
She continued to finger her little erect clit, budding nicely now wider the continued stimulation. Farther and farther she stretched her thighs apart. More and more of her pretty pink cunt was exposed to the mirror.
"Ohhhhhh," she began panting. "Oh, man, oh, oh, that feels good, oh, honey, come here, come here and finish me off. Oh, help me, honey!" She was nearly sobbing now, sobbing with the stress of nearing relief and not quite arriving yet.
"Oh, honey, oh, oh," Tim was moaning himself from the big queen-sized bed. He was working on his tool like he was a Boy Scout rubbing a stick to make a fire.
His heat was up, and he felt the burning desire surging in his balls about to be expelled. He watched his wife throw back her tanned shoulders and moan in ecstasy. She was quite a voluptuous picture with her long wavy blond hair flowing down her back nearly to her curvy buttocks that were riding hard on the dressing stool.
"Ohhhhhh, more, oh, please mom," she was begging now of her fingers. "Oh, man, oh, make me come again. I've barely begun." Linda knew she was good for two or three more times.
And each time, she knew from experience, would be different. She knew that there was infinite variety in her orgasms. Some were deep and silent inside her. Others were sharp, quick and electric and achieved by hard, insistent rubbing on her clitoris. Some were long and expansive. Some were short and merely minor peaks. But whatever gave her relief... she couldn't complain. They were all paths to the same glorious height!
She tried for a repeat performance. She let them travel where they wanted throughout her crotch, over the fine but dense strands of blond pubic hair, over the soft inner thigh skin, down into her moist, sweet honey hole, back into her sensitive, tight anal hole.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, feeling the powers rise within her again. It was like a wave hitting the shoreline. Linda saw Tim eye her magnificent hand-maneuvers in the mirror and bring himself to orgasm.
"Ngbngbngh," she heard him moan and watched his cream pour out again and again with every forward thrust of his groin until he was empty. Then he moaned and lay back down on the bed.
In a moment he was snoring.
Now Linda could relax freely. Even though it was a turn-on to have her husband watch her bring herself off, she was more relaxed when there were no spectators around. She thought now she'd try a few sexual exercises.
She leaned back on the dresser bench, with her upper body hanging over the edge. That made her body spread itself even more. All the while she fingered and thumbed the smooth, soft, moist folds of her cunt-lips, moaning softly with every tiny thrill.
Her free hand reached up to her softly swaying tits, pinching their sensitive nipples and railing them around in the palm. She touched her sensitive underarms, her soft neck. How she wished Tim were kissing and nibbling her now!
A wave of disappointment passed through her as she sensed the reality of this lonely moment, and remembered her resolutions for a better future. It nearly depressed her. But she swore she wouldn't let it, not at a time like this.
If she could have eaten her own pussy in that moment, she would have! How she longed to have the sweet sucking mouth of her husband upon it right now! He used to eat her off all the time. But not recently. No more. That was a thing of the past.
She'd go for any man's mouth on her hot cunt right now, yes, any man's! Dare she think it? Yes, even a woman's! Why not? So long as it was a warm, sweet sucking mouth that could give her lasting pleasure, what did she care who it belonged to? The more male the better, of course, but she wouldn't complain.
Thousands of fantastic images passed through her mind's eye just then. Sucking mouths hundreds of saliva drops dripping from them -- all pointed in the direction of her hairy cunt.
They were all aimed at her like so many cannons. Closer and closer they came, each about to touch her with their barrel-like tongues. Finally they did touch her cunt, and tiny little explosions, thousands of them, went off.
Meanwhile her fingertips traveled over her pussy, inside and out, prodding it into action. She felt deep inside her cunt walls, rotating her fingers around and around, widening the ever-wettening hole.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. It was going to be a big one, she knew. Like a storm building.
She stuck the ring finger of her left hand into her anus with a jolt, enjoying the tingling pleasure inside the tight sphincter muscle. She dipped that finger in and out of her shit hole and aroused all the sensitive anal nerve endings.
Her middle finger jutted in and out of her cunt hole like a pile driver. She knew just where to brush back and forth over her delicate clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, man, oh, this is too much, oh, I don't know if I can take it!" she cried.
"Mmmmmmm, oh, do that again," she whispered, "oh, that feels good, oh, that feels wonderful. Mmmmmmm."
Her temperature seemed to go up ten degrees at a time. She thrust her pelvis far up and forward with each digging-in of her fingers. Deeper and deeper they went each time, and the lower and lower sounded the sensuous growl in her throat.
Her other hand kept squeezing her nipples as her cunt muscles squeezed together. She drummed up a new fantasy now, this one of a man even more handsome and virile than her husband, more dashing, more beloved, and with an even longer, thicker penis.
In her mind's eye, he came closer, with his hand and his dick extended to her, mercifully, to put her out of the pain of her miserable desire.
The phantom man's dick slid tightly up her twat, and she sighed out loud. It was such a contentment to have a man's thick dick up her, as if nothing else in life would please her.
"Mmmmmm," she smiled, her eyes closed, feeling her fingers jut far, far up into her soft interior.
"Oh, my God," she said aloud, "oh, oh, oh, here it goes, oh, I feel it coming now, oh, at last, mmmmm," and she whacked as hard as she could, unwilling to let the near-orgasm escape. She didn't want it to short-circuit. Neither was she patient enough to let it take its own course.
She was sweating profusely now, between her breasts and between her thighs. The sweat droplets there were mixing profusely with the drops of juice lubricating her pussy.
She smelled herself. It was a pleasant, erotic smell steaming from off her soft skin. She looked at her body stretched awkwardly over the dressing bench, her heels supporting and balancing her. She would be stiff after it was all over, but she didn't feel the least uncomfortable now. All she was aware of was the rising tide between her legs that would quickly alarm all the other parts of her body.
She rubbed and rubbed, thrust and thrust. Now her body's resistance was about equal to the rising surge of orgasm. But the dam was about to give.
She rubbed and thrust harder. At last her resistance broke and the wonderful quivers and shivers melted over her body.
"Oh, oh," she gasped, "ohhhhhh," and she heard herself moan deep in her throat. She kept scratching the itch in her triangle and the soft pleasure released itself again and again, traveling up and down her spinal cord that grew rigid with every wave of the orgasm.
When it subsided she nearly fell off the bench. But she regained her balance and didn't move. She kept passing her fingers again and again over the soft folds of her pussy. She fingered their now swollen, super-sensitive places, and ran her fingers through the thin hairs. She breathed rapidly, her chest heaving, as she tried to get enough air. Her heart was still beating fast.
Oh, too much! she thought, laughing, too much! Oh, man, did that feel great. Fantastic. Now she wanted to hold Tim, hold his male hood in her hand, nibble his earlobe. Maybe, just maybe [missing text].
She eased herself to a sitting position on the bench and threw her left leg over with the right. She managed to rise to her feet, stiffly. She rubbed one ass cheek and groaned. It felt like the muscle was pushing right out of it.
She took a step and groaned again. Then she felt better and walked slowly over to the bed, eyeing her prone and sleeping husband all the way.
She got into bed, easing herself down along beside him. He stirred in his sleep and pulled her arms around his neck. She sighed contentedly and snuggled next to him.
One of her hands slipped down to his groin. His dick seemed neither slack nor erect but somewhere at half-mast.
"Later, honey," he whispered, "I promise." He was soon snoring again.
"Like hell," she muttered to herself, but her body was too satisfied to complain. She fell asleep, determined to have Tim when he awoke, but promising to put resolution number one into effect that night.
Chapter Two
When Linda woke two hours later, refreshed from a deep sleep, Tim was flat on his back and snoring, still in the same position, except his fist was in his crotch.
Linda smiled to herself. Only a hand stood between her and, her desire. She gently removed her husband's hand from his dick.
When the hand unconsciously groped its way back to the pleasure root, Linda again gently laid it aside and then quickly replaced it with her own.
Another quick movement brought her upper torso and head down to his crotch and she proceeded to do what she loved doing. She took the lowly slack penis into her soft wet mouth and began to suck on it.
How she loved it when the drops of blood began filling into the penis veins, stiffening the instrument. He was still sleeping Linda chuckled at that. She wondered if she could pull off the whole thing without his even knowing it, without his even being conscious of it.
She doubted it. And she didn't even think she wanted that since half the pleasure was his aggression.
She licked around the cockhead, smooth and delicious. She licked her way up the penis shaft. She licked into the hairy balls and noted their soft pliability with the point of her tongue. She even licked the insides of his massive thighs.
Again a wave of depression swept over her. How could she leave this body she had grown so to love over the last eight years? It was here she felt at home. It was those thighs she loved to crawl between and then throw off the cares of the world. Those thighs with the hard stiffness lodged between them... those thighs were her home, her own sweet womb. His cock was her relief!
She shuddered to think of losing this home and took all the more care to delicately kiss and suck on Tim's stiff cock. She licked her way back from the triangle and up the post that was now rising like a tree trunk.
Tim sighed deeply. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed but she knew he was awake now. There was a trace of smile on his face.
She wanted to give him an extra special blow job this morning. After all, it could be the last one. She reached up and brushed his dark cowlick up off his sweaty forehead, before proceeding with her task.
Her tongue, hot and wet, moved expertly up and down his shaft, which was now partly swollen, nearly half its full erect size. Linda steadied the ungainly limb with one hand while she sucked on it.
She kept licking her lips to keep the penis moist. She licked all around the ridge just under the cockhead. She dipped her tongue into the pee slit.
She hungered for the semen to come pouring out of that sweet hole and flood and engulf her mouth and gush down her throat.
She sucked on the cock now like it was a big stiff nipple. She sucked and sucked. She made the hard prick very, very hard and very, very wet.
Her husband groaned his appreciation for his wife's expert manipulations. He patted her on her blond head and gently pressed it further down into his crotch.
Linda sucked on the cock all the harder. She ran her hands and fingers over her husband's flat belly, with its ring of hair around the navel. Then she ran her hand down over his hips, around over his firm, small muscled buttocks and over those magnificent thighs.
And all the while she sucked. Her cheeks made indentations one minute, when she sucked in, the lower part of one cheek lumping out where the cockhead lodged, and puffed out the next.
Suddenly she decided to take the whole large cock down her throat. She eased it out of her cheek and down, down, down. She took it easily, the result of many years of practice.
She let him fuck her throat then, up, down, up, down. She suppressed her natural instinct to gag, and then it became easy. She sucked on the delicious instrument excitedly. It was near the bursting point.
Linda continued sucking. Then the desire arose to plunge her groin and cunt right down on the stiff protuberance.
Yet she knew he was good for two more rounds, so she held out; she would eat him to fruition and then arouse him again for a good, long fucking session.
"Ohh, honey, oh, oh, I'm going to come, I know, I, oooooh, oh, oh, man, mmmmmm, oh, oh, here I come, oh, honey, oh, you're beautiful, oh, oooooh, OOOOOHHHHH, AHGHGHGH!"
And the delicious milky come spewed out of the stiff flesh right into Linda's waiting, eager mouth, right down her soft, silky throat. Again and again he creamed inside her oral cavity, and her tongue and lips automatically sucked all his cream out of him.
"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhh," he crooned. "That was glorious. Oh, what a pet of a wife I have!"
He pulled her up beside him then as he dozed off. Linda was patient. She would let him sleep ten minutes, then go to work on him once more.
Meanwhile she enjoyed the warm closeness of being in his arms... maybe for the last time. For even if they had just had a fine cock-sucking session, it was not enough. Once a week, and then only maybe -- It was not enough. That was clear. Her mind was made up.
She was a woman made for loving. Her desires were strong. No longer could she suppress them. No longer could she satisfy herself with fingers and a mirror. She needed a full-time male lover to do that. Every night love. Every night sex!
Her fingers played with the dark curly hairs on Tim's chest. Her mouth moved to his mouth and her tongue pressed its way into the slightly open cavity. She kissed him in his sleep, deep and lovingly and longingly.
She loved his musty morning odor, of sweat on body and face and even of morning mouth. It was human. She loved it all. She hungered for it all. Her tongue moved in the secret recesses of his mouth.
And still he dozed.
Suddenly Tim woke with a start. "Mmmmmm," he said, relaxed again, and stretched.
Linda did not let his moment of consciousness pass easily. Her fingers went immediately to his spent, slack penis and began pushing and pulling it into action, and her tongue dipped again inside his mouth.
Tim had no choice but to respond. He responded in a kiss, and his tongue found its way inside her soft warm lips. He stabbed the back of her mouth with his tongue repeatedly, and she hung from his tongue, bit it and sucked on it, unwilling to let it go.
Then his hands came up and played with her large tits. He fingered their smooth perfection, tweaked the fine strong nipples between thumb and forefinger and slid his hands over the soft flesh. His wife's breasts were the loveliest he'd ever seen and one of the reasons he'd married her. They were quite firm, and she could often get away without wearing a bra, the only telltale sign being a barely detectable tilt and sway when she walked. It was a sign he watched for. It always turned him on.
He cupped them in his hands, rolling them over and around in his palms. Linda lay on top of him full-length now, her arms around his neck, her tongue and lips engaged with his in another deep, arousing kiss.
Her right hand slid back down to his cock and massaged it to keep it large and stiff. Her groin and pelvis were thrusting involuntarily forward, again and again, ready to encompass the dick.
Linda felt her cunt muscles twitch and spasm, ready to receive the male member. Oh, how she wanted it right now, how she wanted to plunge her aching, horny cunt down on it right now. Then she couldn't wait any longer. She guided Tim's cock between her thighs, feeling for her moist hole at the same time.
With her middle finger she parted her pussy lips and with her thumb and forefinger, she pressed the hard, rubbery cockhead into the opening.
She sighed and panted, from both exertion and eagerness. Finally she succeeded in getting Tim's thick cock lodged halfway up her cunt hole.
She began moaning. "Oh, Tim," she cried out, maneuvering her knees and thighs quickly in order to allow the cock to plunge the rest of the way inside her. "Oh, honey, you feel so gooood!" Linda smiled sweetly. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back.
She sat fully on his groin now and his dick slid all the way up her cuntal passage, lodging deep inside of her.
She let out the lowest, longest moan that ever before issued from her lips. She never knew such satisfaction as when Tim's cock filled her to capacity. To be filled was what she always longed for, even unconsciously.
"Oh, Tim, oh, I love it, oh, you feel so good inside me," she moaned, leaning forward and tonguing his mouth again. He reached up and mauled her tits. He pulled on the nipples. He guided her forward so he could lick and suck on them.
Linda gladly gave him her breast. His tongue played titillatingly over the nipples, first the left and then the right. He sucked and sucked on both tits as Linda began riding up and down on his cock.
"Mmmmmmm, honey, oh, honey," she moaned, feeling the stiff flesh-muscle thrust in and out of her.
"Oh, you feel so warm and wet inside," he said softly. "It really turns me on... the way you do that... the way you pinch and squeeze with your pussy muscles, honey, mmmmm... ohhh, do that again. Mmmm." Tim held onto his wife's firm thighs now, guiding her movements up and down on his stiff prick.
A gentle wind came up, tossing the shade slightly and undulating the curtains. The breeze felt cool across Linda's sweaty chest, in the valley of her tits. She leaned just then to suck on Tim's nipples. He often liked her to play her tongue over them and along the indentation in the middle of his chest.
All the while she moved her hips up and down. When she looked over her shoulder, she could see her ass reflected in the dresser minor and Tim's beautiful prick stuck straight up, the cock-head disappearing into her groin.
She moved steadily up and down, watching all the while. How beautiful it was, seeing herself move up and down over Tim like that. She wished now that the whole bedroom had been paneled with mirrors. The ceiling too.
She and Tim had thought about putting up mirrors for a long time. She'd been all for it, but Tim, a little more conservative, wondered what their friends would think.
"Oh, Tim," she had pleaded, "it's in all the magazines now. It's okay. Everyone's doing it."
"Still..." he would say. "Let's wait."
And then his job would make more demands on him, the mirrors never got bought and Tim wouldn't seem to care. So Linda dropped her pet project. She didn't plug it any more. Their lovemaking continued, without the mirrors -- good, but not nearly often enough.
After thinking about those mirrors, Linda was resigned that this would probably be their last lovemaking session. So she was going to enjoy it to the hilt.
She watched her ass go up and down in the mirror, as long as she could stand the crook in her neck. Finally she had to turn back around again.
"It looks sexy, doesn't it?" said in. "We shoulda gotten those mirrors after all."
"You're crazy," said Linda, pausing. "I wanted them for so long."
"Well, it's not too late, is it?" said Tim.
Linda just smiled patiently and concentrated all her efforts on what was happening between her leg. He was confusing her.
She marched down and played with her little clit, itching to beat the band. She fingered it lovingly, trying not to scratch Tim's instrument of pleasure, wedged so prettily inside her.
Every once in a while she would look don and watch. Seeing the mighty stick of a muscle going swiftly in and out of her turned her on. Feeling it plow in and out of her pussy tissues at once satisfied her needy cravings and made her want more.
"Don't come yet, please, honey," she pleaded, looking up and seeing Tim bite his lip.
"Okay, but stop a minute," he cautioned, taking deep breaths. "Let me hang on to it." He waited until he was fully in control again, and then proceeded to let Linda ride his cock once more.
"Wanna get on top, honey?" asked Linda, tossing her blond hair back over her shoulders. It was matted with sweat. She was hot and uncomfortable. But she was still horny as hell.
"Yeah," agreed Tim.
"Then you can control it better, right?" said Linda sweetly. "Stop when you want?"
Their bodies swung around, so Tim was mounting Linda now. She spread her thighs and he touched and felt her soft, hairy pussy with his fingertips before inching his prick full-length up her.
She moaned, and threw her arms around Tim's neck and her legs about his thighs. She pushed her pelvis up to meet his every thrust with a counter-thrust of her own.
"Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned in Tim's ear, biting the lobe.
"Mmmmmm, that's just what I'm about to do," Tim answered as he delved into her sweet honey pot even deeper and withdrew. "Man, you feel good." His cock thrusting in and out of her made a sweet sucking sound.
Linda felt his balls slap pleasantly against her inner thighs. She felt his dick move in and out, around and around, pressing firmly against her inner cunt walls, as it kept plunging in and out of her.
"Ohhh, too much," sighed Linda, hanging on fir dear life. She dug her heels into the mattress. Their groins ground together sweatily.
All that could be heard in the bedroom was the sucking noise, the sound of slapping flesh and the moans.
"Ohhhhhhh, honey, mmmmmmmm," Linda grunted deep in her throat. "Nghngh, do that, oh, do that, yes, like that, mmmmm, yes, ohhhhh?"
Tim was thrusting hard and fast now. He reached around and took Linda's buttocks in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh as he thrust harder and harder into her dripping cunt hole. "Ohhhhh, baby, you're just great. Man, do you feel good!"
He took a look back over his shoulder just then. Linda was so dazed with sex, she barely noticed, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see him watching their reflection. She too stole a glance and saw his fine muscled ass reflected in the mirror and pointed over her own slim body, her legs clasped around his calves.
It was very sexy to see those two naked bodies in the mirror, she thought. It increased her ardor and she threw up her pelvis to meet Tim's own, feeling his dick bury itself deep and satisfyingly in the wet folds of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "oh, honey, do it, go deep, oh, that feels terrific."
"Oh, I'm going to come," Tim moaned.
"No, honey, not yet, please don't come yet," begged Linda. He wasn't supposed to come yet, not for a while, by her calculations. This fucking session was supposed to last quite a bit longer.
"Stop, then," gasped Tim, "stop a minute. Oooooooh..." Tim was clenching his teeth. "Nghnghngh. Ughgh."
Linda looked up at her husband. His eyes were tightly shut. He was biting his lips. She knew it was nip and tuck. She rolled her eyes up in concealed disgust. He was making her angry.
"Mmmmmm," he said then. "I think -- I think it's okay."
"Well, that's good," said Linda, suppressing her anger in hopes that it would all turn out well after all.
Linda squeezed her cunt muscles tightly around his dick.
"Don't do that," begged Tim, biting his lower lip again. "Please!"
"I'm sorry, honey. I couldn't help it." Linda's pussy was hot and eager to continue. It was terribly frustrating for her to have to stop like that, on the home stretch. She could hardly keep her cunt muscles from twitching.
Finally Tim plunged into her again. It was enough to start her reeling in orgasm. She grabbed him tight and thrust her groin up against his again and again. She humped herself on his hot cock and just as she had begun to satiate her hunger, Tim began to come.
"Nghngbngh," he moaned, pumping his hot liquid out and into his wife's craving pussy hole.
Linda humped herself harder, anxious to take advantage of the still-hard erection before it withered.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, pressing harder and harder, and at last feeling him in the deepest recesses of her pussy, she humped hard, and came. She groaned loud and long with overwhelming pleasure. She panted hard and lay back, her arms and legs still clinging to her husband. "Ohhhh, honey, oh, that was great, mmmm, so nice! Wonderful!"
She was in the oblivion of post-orgasm. She felt peaceful. Relaxed. She shook her head. She didn't want this moment to end. A trickle of semen was still rolling down her inner thigh. Her husbands burly body was heavy on her. She didn't mind. She rubbed his back fondly.
All the tension was gone. Her lips felt full and sensual. She kissed Tim's neck and shoulders. She kissed his arms. She nibbled his ear.
"Honey, oh, honey, it was wonderful." It was one of those rare moments when she was completely in love with her husband again. The moments of supreme satisfaction were rare.
"It was nice," Tim agreed in a muffled voice.
"Boy, I'm I bushed. Mmmmmm. Wow."
"Honey, you're wonderful, I'll do anything for you. Anything." Linda was serious. She'd forgotten her plans to leave him. She forgot her list of resolutions. She forgot her decision to go to the theater that night to look...
Why would she want to look for a man when she had one in her arms?
So, Linda didn't go to the theater that night. She was convinced there would be a repeat performance Saturday night of the sex that had begun Saturday morning, which had only been a warm-up session as far as she was concerned.
By the time she was ready for bed that night, she'd had so many arousing fantasies that she was hornier than a toad. Her body tingled all over. Her pussy was wet and expanding. She wore her short pink nightie. She read a magazine story while her husband took his bath. When he came to bed, she set the magazine aside and welcomed him with open arms. She was so sure he would desire her as much as she did him. Her body ached with need and passion.
"I love you," she crooned.
"Oh, honey, pot again," he said gruffly as he slipped out of his house slippers and swung his feet over into bed. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms. He turned on his side away from her.
"But Tim," she said, hurt and wanting to cry, "Why not?" she reached out an arm to touch his shoulder.
He pulled away. "Honey, you're wearing me out. I hardly had any energy all day today."
"Well, how much energy do you need to drink beer and watch the baseball game?" she snapped. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth.
She hadn't meant to say that. She'd been walking on air all day. She'd cleaned and baked and even brought Tim a piece of chocolate cake right out of the oven, and hadn't minded as he scarcely muttered a thank you, and cheered a home run. She'd only smiled that he'd taken no heed of her, and she went on with her housework.
She thought that since her body was so satisfied, she really hadn't minded. But she realized she DID mind. And now he was rejecting her sexually again.
She crossed her arms over her needy body and pleaded, "Tim, I want you. I need you!" She looked over at him, his husky male form huddled to one side of the bed. He didn't answer.
She despised him in that moment. She didn't even understand him. All her love for him, that had filled her all day, drained out of her in one moment. She cursed herself for not going to the play that night. How could she have been such a fool?
"I hate you!" she said under her breath, and sharp, salty team stung her eyes. Her rage overwhelmed her.
Tim, unaware of her misery, fell asleep. Linda dried her eyes on the pillowcase. She set her lips firm and didn't go to sleep for a long time. She vowed revenge. Her anger was all she'd needed to give her the strength and momentum to take action.
Chapter Three
Sunday was a quiet day. Linda went off to Livermore's only church alone, which she often did, while Tim washed the car.
When she came home, she barely spoke to him. She fixed lunch. When he asked her anything, she only answered yes or no. All her feelings for him were gone, drained away. She was completely immune to him now.
Only her plans filled her mind now: to meet a new man, to meet many men, and pick and choose among the brightest and the best! She thought her future looked bright, indeed.
She did everything mechanically. She didn't see her husband watching her quizzically out of the corner of his eye, and she wouldn't have cared anyway. He seemed to know something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it.
He frowned slightly and got up, pushing his chair back and belching. That he went to the television and flicked it on. The Raiders were playing The Bears today. He wouldn't have missed it for anything.
Linda washed the laundry and made plans for the theater on Monday night.
Tim looked surprised to see Linda all dressed up the next evening. She knew he'd probably planned a quiet evening at home and hoped they could talk about things. A shadow passed over his face. "Where are we going?" he asked sharply.
"I'm going to see a play," she announced, somewhat shaken. She'd rehearsed this moment for twenty-four hours. But when, it came down to actually asserting herself, it wasn't too easy. She'd never gone anywhere by herself before. She'd only shopped alone and gone to church alone. She'd never gone out evenings alone.
Tim got up and came towards her. His top shirt buttons were open and his slightly hairy chest was exposed. Linda suppressed a strong desire to nuzzle that chest.
"Where? Where are you going?" said Tim, incredulously. "What play? Where?" He took her wrist and held it tight.
Linda remained firm. She resolved to be strong, even though she was trembling. She pulled out of Tim's grasp and placed her opposite hand on the door knob. "Good-bye, dear," she said in a low, controlled voice. "I'll be back late."
"Where are you going?" repeated Tim firmly.
"Out!" said Linda sharply. "I'm going to a play at the Livingston Theater. The Palo Players. You've probably never heard of them."
Tim studied his wife and she met his gaze firmly. "Why are you being so uppity?" he asked. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He looked at his watch. "You can go out. It'll be dark when you get back. What time's it over?"
"Ten-thirty," Linda, answered her irritation growing. She started to open the door.
"Who are you going with?" he demanded.
"I'm going alone!"
"Linda, you've never done this before." His face was red and he was sputtering. She'd never seen him like that and it frightened her.
"Yes, that's too bad, isn't it?" Linda didn't wait for a reply. She got into the car and drove off, not looking back.
She stopped for gas and continued on to the theater.
Her seat was in the rear of the orchestra. It was not the most expensive seat, but then it was far from the cheapest. Here she could see, without being seen... much. This was all too new for her; she was not terribly sure of herself.
Many couples arrived at the last minute. There was a general drone of voices as they were seated. They were still nodding and smiling and waving to friends when the house lights went down, and the curtain went up. A hush fell over the theater.
Linda wasn't familiar with the play. But it hardly mattered after the first player made his entrance. He played the wayward husband, and Linda, after studying her program and learning that he was a visiting actor from Chicago, concluded that he was one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen. By the time the first act was over, she'd fallen madly in love with him, and wondered how she could manage to meet him.
No wondering. She was determined to go to his dressing room after the play was over. She wasn't quite sure how that was done. But she certainly didn't want to be one of a crowd at the stage door as he slipped out. He would never even notice her then.
She thought she might be able to use some subtle persuasion backstage with him, maybe of an erotic nature, without appearing too bold.
"Francesco," she whispered to herself, as she studied her program, squinting in the dim light.
The woman next to her looked at her sharply, and Linda realized she must have spoken aloud. She quickly closed her mouth and fixed her eyes on the play.
She actually watched only Frankie, as he was called in the program. He was born of Italian parents, the program indicated, but his stage name was Frankie... Frankie Antonelli. He'd done summer stock in half a dozen cities and was part of a repertory company in Chicago.
When the play ended, Linda asked someone who looked like a stagehand where Mr. Antonelli was. He looked curiously at her and nodded to a door. "Up the four stain, second room on the left."
Linda felt the man's eyes on her as she skipped up the stairs. She meant it to be a light-hearted action, but nearly tripped on the top step.
At his door, she paused, inhaled deeply and knocked. She heard voices inside.
"Came in," someone called.
Linda opened the door.
Inside was a small gathering, mostly unfamiliar faces. Linda was embarrassed. She blushed and nearly stammered as five or six pairs of eyes, including Frankie Antonelli's, turned to her. She caught her breath.
The three women present merely grunted and looked away. Linda sensed the intrusion of a pretty woman -- herself -- on their territory. The men smiled tolerantly. One was Mr. Hartman, the teacher and company director, whom she knew. He always smiled pleasantly in church, but now merely looked sharply at her. This was evidently his domain and one he was surprised to find her in.
Linda was relieved where Frankie himself came up to her. "Yes, my dear," he said pleasantly, extending his hand.
"You-you were terrific," smiled Linda. "I just wanted to tell you." She was trying not to have an anxiety attack in his dressing room, and decided quickly to make a firm exit before she did.
"Thank you, thank you, how nice of you to come and tell me!" He held her hand and escorted her over to the small group. They were sipping drinks and watching her curiously.
"May I have the pleasure of introducing..." he stopped.
"Linda. Linda Carney," smiled Linda. She looked around at everyone, careful to make brief eye contact with each one. The men, even Mr. Hartman, smiled pleasantly. The women just nodded. They did not want to displease Mr. Antonelli, Linda concluded.
At least one or two of them were making a play for him, she was convinced. She was nervous and excited. It had been so long since she'd been in a scene like this.
Eight or nine years, to be exact, since before her marriage. How strange it seemed again. Awkward. But exciting!
"Who are you? What do you do, my dear?" asked Frankie politely. One hand rested casually on her waist and the other held out a drink. "You're pretty enough to be an actress. Are you?"
"Oh, no," said Linda, blushing. "That's very nice of you, but I'm..." She looked at Mr. Hartman who knew she was married, and said, "I'm just a housewife, I'm afraid." She accepted the drink.
"Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Frankie's chivalrous manner disappeared for a moment. His stage manner was dropping. He was betraying his roots, Linda thought. That gave her more confidence.
She smiled up at him, though he was not much taller than she was, and began a conversation. As she talked, she studied him, his dark hair paying at the temples, his sideburns, his handsome features, and his strong arms. He was very at ease with himself and that made her at ease.
He asked nothing about her husband, and for that she was grateful. Surely he had noticed her ring.
She found him looking at her body, but discreetly. He didn't make a point of studying her tits or ass with wide eyes and open mouth as some men did. That was nice to notice but not make a point of noticing.
When he turned to refill her glass, her eyes dropped slightly to his crotch. His pants were tight. She could tell from the large outline there that he was well-hung.
Flashes of hot and cold went up and down her body. She found him very attractive. She only hoped there would be some discreet way of handling the situation. She didn't know where it all would lead. She only knew that she wanted him that very night!
Her gaze dropped to the floor. Mr. Hartman, tall, slender, and sharp-eyed, had been staring at her, as if reading her thoughts. Even though he was involved in theater work, he was still a religious man. She cringed inwardly and smiled outwardly.
"We better be going," said Mr. Hartman to no one in particular.
"Not so soon?" said Frankie, returning with Linda's refilled glass. He said to her then, softly so no one would hear, "You'll stay and finish this with me, won't you?" His gaze met hers warmly and she nodded.
The others gradually made their way toward the door. The women kept darting curious glances in her direction.
"Are you coming?" one of them said.
"I believe not. I think later," she answered evenly, "as soon as I finish this." She held up her drink and stared the woman down. Inwardly she was snickering and thinking, Well, Linda, you have more guts than you thought.
There were handshakes and good-byes and finally the dressing room door closed behind the departing group.
Frankie turned, held his drink up, and said, "Here's lookin' at you, kid." He sipped his drink slowly, staring at her. Then he smiled.
Linda recalled the line from somewhere, but she couldn't place it. She just pretended a familiarity with it. "That's sweet," she said, cocking her head sexily to one side.
Suddenly she was getting nervous. There they were alone. She looked at her watch. It was ten-forty-five. She'd never been out this late without Tim. She wanted to run out, jump in the car and drive home. But she stood rooted to the spot.
"You look like a frightened deer," Frankie said. But he was smiling gently. "I think I understand you," he added.
"You do?" Linda said. She wanted to jump into his arms and fall into bed, in that order. I better do it fast, she thought, or I will rim away.
Frankie took her hand just then, removed the glass from her other hand and took her in his arms.
Suddenly she felt his mouth on hers, and her own melted into it. She felt his strong arms around her and waist. It was the first man in her arms, other than her husband, in eight years.
Frankie was short, but broad-shouldered. He was older, probably forty. He was sweeter and more tender than in. At the same time, she discovered a she kissed him, he was much more sexual than her husband. It excited her terribly.
Their mouths and tongues dueled passionately, openly. There was no pretense, just desire. Linda let go. She couldn't help herself. She was dizzy from suppressed passion, from the drink, from the bright lights, from the confusion of the evening, and from being in a strange man's arms. She was dazed over having achieved what she set out to do.
She felt Frankie's hand grope her crotch automatically. She didn't mind.
Should she feel for his stiff dick? She longed to. But she didn't want to be too forward with him. Silly, she said to herself, you've been married eight years. She hunted down his leg for his hard cock, till her fingers rested there. She squeezed it and the stage was set.
Pinkie pulled her over to the couch. He sat her down and brushed her hair back over her shoulders, away from her face. "You're very beautiful," he said, breathing hard. He kissed her again. "I hope you know that. And I'm not just feeding you a line. Strange that you should come here, just when I was beginning to feel so lonely."
"Lonely for a woman?" Linda asked. "Being on the road is rather lonely."
"Yes," nodded Frankie. "Ate you sure it's all right?" He pointed to her wedding ring.
"Oh, yes," she said. She felt absolutely no guilt, strangely enough. And no pity for Tim. She knew she was getting what she long deserved! Sex and a lot of it. If she couldn't get it in one place, she was going to get it in another!
"Just so he won't come tearing in here, looking for you," said Frankie.
"He won't," said Linda firmly. "I don't even want him any more."
"Okay," said Frankie. "I won't ask." His mouth fell upon hers again and his tongue swiftly penetrated her lips, exploring her mouth. His lips were so soft. He covered her mouth with kisses.
One hand went up to her breast and began kneading it. Linda groaned softly in her throat. It felt so good. She massaged his thigh and then his crotch. Suddenly she yearned to unzip his fly. She bent quickly. It was not easy. His pants were very light.
Finally she got the zipper down and reached into his tight yellow shorts. She felt for the massive meat. It was wonderful, holding the nearly erect cock.
"Ohhhhh," Frankie groaned, as she massaged it gently. It was soon as hard as a rock.
Linda longed to take his dick into her mouth, but Frankie was already unbuttoning her blouse and plunging his hand inside her bra.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, feeling her large and ample tit in the hand of this skillful lover. He squeezed her nipple, pinched it lightly, rubbed it, pulled it, and sent Linda into ecstasy. He did the same to the other nipple. He touched her firm tits all over, until they were bunting out of her blouse.
He helped her out of her blouse and bra. There she stood, nude to the waist, before her favorite actor.
"Lady, how beautiful!" he crooned in his best stage voice.
She grinned. He proceeded to kiss her tits, fondling them gently in his large, olive-skinned hands, passing them this way and that, squeezing them, and them expressing his deepest desire.
Linda threw back her head and laughed. This Frankie was different from her Tim. He was up-front and yet he did not offend her.
"Yes, you can fuck my breasts," she said, pursing her lips sexily and pushing her tits together.
He planted a long kiss on the lips of her up-turned face, and then on her breasts. He licked them all over. He made them very wet and the nipples very sensitive.
"Fuck my tits, oh, fuck my tits!" she cried.
Frankie pulled his pants all the way down and stepped out of them. He removed his shirt. Then he took off his yellow shorts. He stood nude before her.
"Lie down," he commanded her. She lay back on the couch, just touching the sides of her breasts with the palms of her hands. He mounted her belly and moved forward till his huge erect cock was over her chest. He inserted it in the canyon formed by her tits. "Ohhh, how sweet, how lovely," he crooned.
His voice was so loud, she placed a finger over her lips and looked up at him pleadingly.
"There's no one here but the night watchman," said Frankie. "It's okay."
Linda nodded and was soon lost in the sensuous spectacle of seeing her breasts plowed by his prick. Back, forth, in, out, his thick muscle sawed. She held her tits tightly together, and each time his cockhead neared her mouth, her tongue darted out like a snake's and flitted over the pee slit.
"Mmmmmmm, do that some more," Frankie said. He positioned his dick tantalizingly before her lips, anxious that she make the first move.
She was happy to do so. She worked her way down till her lips were within a fraction of an inch of his thick cock. Then she lifted her head and, propping herself on one arm and with her left hand at the back of her head, she moved forward to take the cockhead in her mouth.
It tasted delicious. It felt so thick and firm and hot between her lips. She licked all over the cockhead. She licked under it. With her tongue she pried the sensitive puckered area beneath where it joined the shaft of the cock.
"Ohhhhhhh, what a lovely sight to watch you eat me, Linda!" said Frankie. "I love feeling your wet mouth on my cock. Oh, do it some more! Take it all the way in. Would you?" He said it gently. He asked. He didn't demand. She liked that. Yes, she would. Of course, she would. There was nothing she wanted more than to take his long, thick stick into her warm, succulent mouth and down her deep throat.
She opened her mouth wide and the cock slid all the way in, and all the way down. She didn't even gag. She left her mouth halfway open, so Frankie was free to fuck her throat. It felt so good, the cockhead right in her throat. He fucked her throat for a few minutes.
"Mmmmmm, nghnghngh," grunted Frankie.
"Oh, man, that feels so fantastic."
Then Linda grabbed his cock and pulled it halfway out. She began sucking on it like a lollipop. Then she pulled it all the way out and played on it with her lips.
She gave it little kisses all over. She licked up and down the long staff, and down into the hairy balls, and up over the head and around it. She licked it all over. She memorized his cock. Every inch.
She loved that cock. She knew already she would be a satisfied woman that night. She groaned silently, pleasurably, in anticipation. She closed her eyes, fingered Frankie's balls, and let her tongue loll pleasantly all over that stiff stick of pleasure.
She felt some pre-come fluid in her mouth. She swallowed it. She anticipated gallons of fluid, when he came. And she'd love it.
Frankie was fingering her thighs. Her sleek, soft flesh felt wonderful under his soft, sensuous touch. Higher and higher his hand rode up her skirt.
Finally it rested on her already moist, juicy cunt, separated from it only by her thin panties. Her breath began coming in short gasps. He felt all over her firm mound. She got hotter and wetter every second. Her thighs spread automatically.
He lifted her skirt and saw her lovely thighs. She became more passionate just watching him watch her.
He fingered the slight cleavage outlined in her panties. There was a faint aroma of pussy in the air. She was thick with juices and dripping. She wandered if he could smell it too.
Finally he put a finger under the elastic of one panty leg. She closed her eyes, and felt his finger probe her pussy lips, first the outer lips and then the inner. Finally the finger entered her wet and throbbing cunt hole and she moaned loudly.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh, I can't stand it, oh, please, Frankie, please!" She gave his cockhead one last swab with her tongue and pushed him away and in the direction of her needy groin.
Frankie began yanking at her skirt. He finally succeeded in puffing the zipper down and sliding the skirt over her hips. A quick tug brought her panties sliding over her thighs and down to her calves, exposing her lovely blond crotch. Frankie could only stare. He probed her hairy cunt gingerly, then cupped his hand over it. "So beautiful," he moaned.
"Ohhhhh," Linda was moaning, her eyes closed. She shoved her torso down, her cunt lips taking the tip of his cock between them. She pushed her pelvis up, and the cock, half of it, slipped smoothly inside.
"Oh, you feel wonderful," whispered Frankie. He pushed his cock the rest of the way up her hot, wet cunt, not stopping until be was deep inside her.
"Ohhhhh," moaned Linda, her thighs working and pressing against his, her feet groping for a foothold. She pressed her hips and pelvis back as Frankie pulled out, or nearly so.
Then back he came, pressing his hot, smoldering cock all the way up her again, thrusting harder this time. Together they began a slow, satisfying and undulating rhythm.
The sofa seemed to rock back and forth, up and down. Linda's eyes were closed most of the time. She was conscious of only pressing down, to get more and more of the wonderful, stiff staff up inside of her. Frankie, who was propped up on his hands, gradually eased his weight onto her. His mouth came to rest on her own, and his tongue flicked her mouth, while his cock fucked her wet pussy.
His tongue played about her half-open mouth, tasting her sweet lips. Linda sucked on his tongue, sucked like a baby sucking a nipple.
His hands massaged her full tits, rode over and under her arms and down her hips and belly. His finger probed between her pussy lips for her rosebud of a clit and, finding it, rubbed it first gently, then harder and harder, rubbing it into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her pussy hole.
"Ohhhhh," Linda was moaning, nearing her ecstasy. She thrust her hips up again and again, spread her thighs further and further apart, digging her heels into the side of tile bed. She thrust her pelvis up and down, up and down. She humped herself against his finger and his cock.
Finally the great waves of orgasm began to rise in her pussy. At first just a pleasant itch, they grew and grew until finally she was calling out loudly, yelling, for more.
"Oh, please," she begged him, panting. "Oh, honey, please, Frankie, oh, do it, oh, do it hard, oh, more, oh, please, oh, I'm commmiiinnnggg, OH, HONEY, OHHHHHH!"
And her come took off, and she shook and shuddered from top to toe. "My God!" she yelled. "Oh, my God!"
The juices spurted inside her cunt walls, great rivers of it. Her pussy lips were thick and swollen and sensitive. Her chest heaved. She closed her eyes.
Frankie smiled down at her, having enjoyed watching his partner in the throes of orgasm. His stiff, thick prick was still inside her, halfway up her cunt. He had felt her cunt walls squeeze his prick tight, right at the height of her coming, and he nearly willed his own juices.
But he managed to hold in tight. He wanted to make her come again. And maybe again. After all, they had all night. Or did they?
He leaned down to kiss her warmly and wetly. "Oh, Frankie, you're so good. You... just so good..." Linda panted. She pulled him down on top of her. She wanted him again.
Chapter Four
"Please, Frankie, oh, please," Linda cried out, eager for another fuck.
"Yes, dear, yes, darling," Frankie answered, amused at her ardor. Seldom did one find such a woman, he thought.
She wondered if she were reading him correctly. His unspoken praise was just what her poor wounded ego needed, wounded by her husband's rejection of her, by month after month of her unspent passion.
How she needed this man now! How she craved him! She held him tightly, her arms thrown around his back. Her legs were wound around his calves.
He cupped one arm around her waist and lay heavily and naked across her ample breasts. She felt his heavy, warm, breathing in her ear. He nuzzled her ear lobe with his nose, then nipped at it. He stuck his tongue into it, reaching into the inner recesses of her sensitive ear.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "How did you know I was sensitive there?" She looked at him quizzically, innocently. What other secrets did this remarkable man know about her?
"Many women are mostly there," ho responds.
"Have you had may?" she asked hesitantly. She looked away. She didn't know if she wanted to hear his reply.
"Well," he shrugged. "If you've lived as long as I have, you have!" He smiled.
"You're married, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes."
"How long?"
"I've been married twice, actually. Ten years both times. I'm forty-two," he added.
"That saved pie from asking," she said, smiling, but it depressed her slightly to learn of his commitment.
She concentrated on the pleasant sensations he was giving her in her pussy. Slowly, he was rubbing his cock against the walls of her cunt, by going around and around, and hardly in and out at all.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she said softly, as she took up the rhythm. The sensations were delightful.
Suddenly she felt him slip a hand under her buttocks. A finger inched its way along her ass crack. It searched for something and found it, thrusting right into her asshole.
She started. She was frightfully sensitive there. It didn't hurt, but almost. His finger dipped in and out of her rectum, prodding apart the tight walls of her sphincter muscle. His movements relaxed her entire pelvic area. She became soft and pliable there. Then he began rocking forward and back, thrusting and withdrawing his thick cock, in and out of her.
She rocked up and down on his smooth, wet stick. "I'd love to fuck between your ass cheeks sometime," he said directly.
She opened her eyes wide. "We'll save that for a rainy day," she said finally.
"I didn't mean to be disrespectful," he added, searching her eyes.
They both burst out laughing.
She cupped his chin with one hand and kissed his lips softly, then suddenly dug the finger of her other hand into his rectum.
"You weren't," she said.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned approvingly. "Really," he added, when he'd recovered from the initial shock, "have you done it that way before?" He wiggled his ass so her finger slid in deeper.
She shook her head. "No, I'm afraid it would hurt. You've got quite an instrument down there. And so did..." she caught herself. "So does my husband."
Frankie smiled. "If it's done right, it doesn't hurt... much. It can be a real high for a woman, so I'm told."
They fell silent and became aware only of their bodies, and the pleasure each was getting, each was giving.
He rose up on his knees suddenly, pulling his cock out. Then he lifted her knees, one at a time, over his shoulders. It lifted her buttocks off the mattress. She had no leverage now. She was at his mercy. She smiled weakly up at him and groaned loudly with the pleasure of his first deep stroke. She pressed against him as best she could. He began stroking swiftly now.
She could hardly catch her breath. It felt so sexy to be halfway up in the air like this and in a man's control. He pumped in and out of her, in and out, until she grew delirious with pleasure. But he didn't stop there. He thrust hard into her again and again and again. Her pussy dripped with juices. She was brimming over with her sweet liquid.
"Oh, Frankie, Frankie, you feel so damn good," she crooned. Her mouth was slack and half open. Her chin was up, her head thrown back, her eyes half closed.
Suddenly he pulled out and lowered her hips gently to the couch. She looked puzzled. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at him.
"What's the matter?"
"I want you to eat me," he said. Without waiting for her to answer him, he walked on his knees up her body, straddling her on either side, till he reached her neck and shoulders.
His cock protruded straight out and Linda was only too happy to suck on it. It looked delectable, pointing straight at her mouth. She grasped it with her hand and put her mouth over the knobby head. She moved her wet lips all over it. It tasted of her own cunt juices.
"Like the flavor?" asked Frankie.
"Mmmmmm," Linda grunted. She did. She wondered if another woman's cunt juices would taste as good. If so, a woman in bed with her wouldn't be half bad, she thought.
She licked his hot prick and his balls till he was sopping. Oh, they tasted so good. She would go to hell and back to be able to suck on a cock like that one again. He seemed an inch longer than Tim, and half an inch thicker.
"You look lovely sucking on my cock like that," Frankie said. He tousled her hair. "It feels so damn good." Then he said no more and she continued to jerk and eat him off.
Her face contorted with the large cock in her mouth. She palmed his balls and inched a finger into his asshole. He groaned deeply.
She sucked on him now with all her might. She wanted to suck him dry. She wanted him to come in her mouth and pour all his cum down her waiting throat.
She wanted to taste the sweetness of his cum. She wanted him to fuck her mouth till he was all sucked out. She wanted him to fill her mouth to the brim with his delicious gunk.
She ate him feverishly. She sucked and drooled all over his hard sword. The only sound in the room was her sucking and an occasional grunt from him.
"Oh, baby, suck me off, suck me dry!" he crooned. His balls slapped against her face and cheeks as she ate him right down to the root of his stem.
"Come, oh, come, baby," she called back to him, though her words were muffled in his groin.
She could tell he was getting hotter and hotter, higher and higher. She was getting so excited herself that she was digging her teeth into his staff.
"Ooooh, don't do that," he pleaded at one point, and at another, when her jaw slipped and her teeth nipped him lightly, he startled. "Ow, honey!"
She kept pawing his balls with her one hand and thrusting a forefinger in and out of his anus with the other.
She was getting worried about the late hour when all of a sudden he came. His whole body was shaking as he pumped his cum into her mouth.
She felt his cream gush into her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as it came.
For a split second she feared choking on it, there seemed so much. But she kept on swallowing. Finally she knew she could handle all of it. And what was left on his cockhead, dripping drop by drop from his flagging dick, she lapped up eagerly with the tip of her tongue.
"Mmm, Frankie, you taste good," she said. And with that she took a handful of her long blond hair and wiped off his stem with it.
"A noble gesture," said Frankie, impressed.
She laughed. But she found herself getting depressed. She eyed his now-slack dick and felt the inner cravings of her still unsatiated cunt.
Her fingers went to her blond mound and she unconsciously began playing with herself. She still needed more.
Frankie eyed her. He was lying down beside her. Then he got up again. "Let me go wipe myself off," he said and went over to the small wash basin in the corner. He took a towel and wiped his dick. Then, putting the towel down, he picked up a brush and began slowly and carefully brushing his hair back in place. He took a hand mirror and brushed the back of his hair carefully. Linda stared. She'd seen nothing quite like it before.
Five minutes later he was finished. She had to smile to herself.
"You look fine," she said. "Tell me, do actors always take care of themselves as well as you do?"
"Primp, you were going to say?" asked Frankie. "Yes, my dear, I, we, like looking nice. And since I must be on my way back to my hotel shortly, I thought it would be good to comb my hair."
"Oh," Linda said. "Your hotel?" She just looked at him. She didn't know what to do with the great hot cravings still seething in her pussy hole. He wanted to leave already?
He put a hand over her mound of Venus. "You didn't get enough dear, did you?" he asked. "I'm sorry. I guess after a play I just don't have the energy to go on forever."
She looked at him. His change of attitude startled her. "Don't you care?" she blurted.
He got all flustered. "Of course, I care. Well, what can I do? You come charging in here to a private party after the play. I mean, I didn't know you were coming!"
"I have news for you, Frankie," she said. "I'm not coming. I mean, I guess I came once, but as they say, once is not enough." She got up and pulled her panties and bra back on, then her skirt and top. She pulled her panty hose in place and slipped into her pumps.
Marching to the washbasin, she picked up Frankie's brush, pulled out the black and gray hairs and began brushing furiously. She was fuming.
"I don't know what you're so sore about," Frankie said gently. "Really, I have a full day of rehearsing tomorrow. This doesn't have to be the last time, you know. You can come here again," he said. "In fact, I'll take you out. That is, if your husband doesn't mind seeing you around town with another man."
"I'll have to think about that," Linda said stubbornly. "I don't know I don't know what he'll think. I don't even know what I think right now."
"That's not uncommon," said Frankie gently. "We all have times like that." He pawed. "That's why it's good to have one's work to hang on to."
"I don't work. Yes, I do work." She changed her mind, and continued brushing, hard, savagely. "I cook, I do the laundry, I clean, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."
"You're a housewife. That's not the same thing, I guess."
"No? Well, I don't know what I can do." Linda paused. And frowned. "All I want right now is a man who cares about me, a husband or a lover, enough to make love to me every single night of the year."
"Impossible, my dear." Frankie shook his head. "Except, perhaps, that's not true. You're lovely and you're sexy. Why shouldn't a man want to make love to you every night?"
She wheeled around. "Yes, why not?" she implored. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Frankie. But I need it. I need it so." And she burst into tears of frustration. She held the brush to her crotch and wept.
Frankie came over. "There, there, my dear, don't cry. Nothing's wrong with you. Please don't cry. Everything will be all right. Why, some women don't even like sex! There's something wrong with THEM!"
He took bet in his arms and comforted her. She sobbed on his shoulder. Her tits brushed against his chest.
"But Frankie," she sobbed, "I'm so horny. So frustrated. I mean, all the time! I can't go on like this. And now I have to go home to a husband who's going to wander where I've been for the last two hours."
"Now I'm worried. Didn't you think of that?" Linda sobbed some more until she had no more tears. "I'm sorry," she said meekly and drew away. She didn't want him any more. She just wanted to go home.
"Will you call me at the hotel tomorrow?" he inquired. "I'd call you, but I don't think that would be too wise."
"Sure, I'll call," she said. "Where are you staying?"
"The Roosevelt," he answered. "Room 825."
"I'll remember," she promised. She paused. "Would you take me to my car now?"
"Of course." He finished dressing, brushed his hair once more, and flicked the light off. "Avanti!" He guided her out, kissing her once more just in front of his dressing room door. Then he goosed her and she giggled. He placed her arm in his own and they walked together through the stage door out into the warm, seductive evening. She wished suddenly she could take him home with her.
Chapter Five
When she got home it was twelve-thirty. Tim was waiting up for her. She greeted him cheerily, but abruptly, gave him no opportunity to say anything and marched off to bed.
When he slipped in beside her, it was she who moved to the other side this time, wrapping herself in the top sheet. She didn't want him to touch her. She'd had all the sex she'd needed that night, after all. When he started patting her ass, she ignored him.
The next morning, she phoned the YWCA and inquired about their female assertiveness training course.
"You're in luck," came the brisk reply. "The second six-week session begins tomorrow night. Fifty dollars. You can register when you come. Starts at 730."
And the woman hung up. Assertive little bitch, thought Linda. Well, if I can manage that after six weeks, it'll be worth the -- but where do I get $50?
She had to think fast. Multitudes of ways went through her mind. Stealing from her husband... except she knew he never carried that much at one time. If she'd saved her allowance from last week, she'd have enough. But she hadn't.
She could work temporary for a day, but those places usually didn't pay till Friday. That wouldn't do. She needed the money Wednesday night.
The inevitable thought came to her. If she didn't have anybody to borrow from -- her girlfriends didn't carry that much money either, and if they did, they would want to know what it was for and she didn't want to tell anybody -- perhaps she would have to earn it in ways known only to the world's oldest professionals.
The thought repulsed her at first. Then she thought, well, why not? What better way to get money fast? The only concern she had was that no one locally should know about it. Especially not her husband.
But where could she go and get back in time to register far the course?
Then the idea hit her. Chicago. Chicago was only 125 miles away. She could go and come back in a day and a half. The bus would be about twenty dollars. That much she had. She only needed a contact there.
Frankie.
She quickly called information for the number. She dialed. He was out so she left a message. She waited eagerly by the phone. Then she remembered that he would be rehearsing all day.
She drove down to the theater. She saw him embracing the wife in the play, on the stage. Linda got horny watching. When the scene was finished, she walked through the door backstage and caught him. He was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Linda," he said, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"I called your hotel," she said, smiling. "But I thought I'd find you here faster."
"Well, yes, but..." He seemed a little embarrassed.
She drew him aside. "Look, Frankie, I have to talk to you. I don't know quite how to say this." She lowered her voice. "And it may sound cheap to you. I hope not. But I'm in need of some quick money. Do you know anyone in Chicago who can use my services for the night?"
"Do you know what you're saying? Did I hear you right?" Frankie said.
"Look, I'm in a financial bind, and I'll do just about anything to get opt of it."
"How much do you need?"
"Two hundred," she lied. She wanted it to be more than he could handle. She didn't want to borrow from him. She wanted to earn her way. She was determined. Even if it meant selling her body. Her soul.
"Do you need an abortion?" said Frankie solemnly.
She burst out laughing. "No, it's nothing like that. At least, I hope!"
"I wish I could help you, but I don't have that much to spare. Isn't there another alternative?"
"Do you know somebody, Frankie? Please! Someone with money."
"Yes, I do, I'm afraid. A rich producer in Chicago. He'll give anything for a hot cunt like yours, if you'll pardon the expression."
Linda winced. "You could have put it a little less bluntly."
Frankie drew paper and pencil out of his pocket. He scrawled something on it and handed it to her. "Here's his name and address. He'll be in the phone book. His office is in The Loop." He turned to go. "I've got to get back to rehearsing. I'm due on soon. If you'll excuse me..." he moved away.
"Will you call me, Frankie, or shall I call you? Do you think I'm terrible?"
Frankie frowned. Ignoring the first question, he answered the second. "Let's just say I didn't know you had it in you." He turned abruptly and walked into the auditorium.
Linda stood rooted to the spat. I've got to tell him not to say anything, she thought. I don't want it blurted all over town. Doesn't he know I have no alternative?
She walked slowly through the darkened auditorium, half turning to watch a scene on stage. Frankie was sitting with a man on the aisle. He ignored her as she walked by.
That hurt.
Linda went immediately to the bus station and took the next Chicago bus out. The journey took longer than she expected. It was not a direct route. The bus meandered in and out of every town between Livermore and Chicago. She saw more corn and alfalfa fields than she'd ever seen in her life.
At last the road widened into a four-lane, then an eight-lane highway. Smokestacks and tall buildings appeared everywhere.
Soon they were in the midst of a huge traffic jam, and, as suddenly, out again. Ten minutes later, the bus pulled into the terminal.
Linda dismounted, nearly overpowered by the mingled odor of gas fumes, rubber and, air conditioning -- that peculiar odor known only to buses.
She found her way to the restroom and made up. She checked her watch. It was mid-afternoon. She made her way back through the waiting room, through the throngs of people, the mothers with their children, the prying eyes of the men, the suspicious characters, white and black, who always seemed to be drawn to bus stations, like moths around bulbs.
She spotted telephones in one corner and made her way across the huge room, zigzagging to avoid people and their banging suitcases. She hurriedly looked up the producer's name in the phone book.
Linda was nervous. She'd done nothing quite like this before. She didn't even know if she would make it home that night. She hoped so. When she got the rich man on the phone, she would have to be quick and to the point.
She dialed Jim Forbes' office. A mastery answered. "Whom shall I say is calling, please?"
"Just... just tell him a female friend. A woman friend," she corrected herself.
A thick deep male voice came on the phone suddenly. He must have picked up at the same time the secretary did. "Yes? Hang up."
The receiver clicked. "It's okay," came Mr. Forbes' voice. "Now, who am I speaking with?"
"Mr. Forbes, this is Linda Carney. I'm acquainted with Frankie."
"Yes, dear. Yes, Linda." His voice was immediately friendly. "What can I do for you? How is Frankie?"
She paused. She'd forgotten what she was going to say. "Oh, fine, he's just fine. A really nice guy. Mr. Forbes, can you meet me for a drink?" Perhaps he would get the idea subtly.
"Well, I had an appointment, but perhaps I can break it. Is it, well, urgent?"
"Yes, sir, it is." Linda's anxiety broke through in her voice. She breathed more freely now. "It's very important."
"Tell you what. Where are you?"
"I'm at the bus depot."
There was a silence. "I see. Yes, if you'll take a cab... never mind, just walk two blocks north and four blocks east, you'll be near -- tell you what, it's easier if I pick you up. I'll stop by in a cab and get you. Can you be at the information counter at four?"
"Oh, yes, yes." She wheeled and searched the massive room for the information sign. "Yes, I see it. How will I know you?"
"How will I know YOU?" came the response. "I'd like to hear you describe yourself."
"Oh, yes, well, I'm, uh, blond, I have long blond hair. I'm wearing a green dress and carrying a brown alligator bag."
"Are you pretty?"
"Y-yes, yes, I think so."
"Slim?"
"Yes." She didn't know if she liked all this questioning. It was as if she were going to the Chicago meat market. Why didn't he have her come to his office? That would have been more exciting. Well, call girls were a kind of meat market, weren't they? That's what everyone said. She thought she'd read that in Time once.
"You'll do," Jim Forbes said.
"I beg your pardon," said Linda. It made her angry. How does he know what I want, she thought. I'll do? For what?
"See you, kid," said the producer and the receiver clicked.
Linda stared into the dial. She hung up. She turned, felt all male eyes upon her as she looked for and found a seat in the long lines of benches.
She wished she had a newspaper to hide her face. Sitting there, she was both nervous and depressed. Think only of the money, she kept telling herself. It's only for money. And sex is more fun than an office any day. Refreshing. Regenerating. My girl friends come home zonked from work. Not me.
She was trying to prepare herself for the encounter. She looked up at the big clock. A quarter to four. A man across the way winked as her gaze grazed his face. She felt her stomach turn over. He was fat with little insect eyes. His hand was in his crotch.
She couldn't help but feel a slight turn-on in the despite of her cunt, but the feeling repulsed her. She wouldn't do a dirty old man in a filthy bus station to turn her on. Still, she couldn't deny the feeling.
She wanted to stick her tongue out at him, but he was sure to come over then and want to suck on it. She ignored him.
Ten to four. She got up nervously and went to buy a Chicago paper. When she returned to her seat, she found it occupied. By the same fat, beady-eyed man. He grinned up at her lecherously. She wheeled angrily and matched off to the restroom.
She sank down onto a dressing stool in front of the minor.
"What's the time, please, Miss?"
Linda looked up. It was a bullish-looking thirty-five-year-old woman with dark curly hair and a curiously patronizing voice.
Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the woman stared at Linda's breasts in the minor, while she waited for an answer. Before Linda could open her mouth, the woman was behind and reaching around her.
Linda felt her breast being touched. Then mauled. It caught her off guard. She inhaled sharply, puffing away at the same time that a terribly erotic and heady feeling came over her. The woman's other hand brushed her neck.
Linda tried to rise, without causing a scene. "Please, please, don't do that. Don't."
"I only charge ten dollars," said the woman.
"You what?" Linda's face fell. "No, thank you." She smoothed her skirt and marched out. She pressed her lips together and walked straight ahead into the waiting room, not noticing anyone, or anything, except the direction in which she was going. She saw a man waiting by the information booth. Well-dressed. Perhaps...
"Come back here, Miss," the girl called after her. "You forgot your newspaper."
Stuff it up your twat! Linda thought. How horrible a woman! How ugly!
She stopped in front of the information booth and looked the well-dressed man directly in the face. He seemed startled.
"Are you Jim?"
"No, Miss." He turned abruptly to the woman in the booth. "When is the next bus to Lake Geneva?"
"Four-twenty-nine," the woman said. She was dressed in a blue uniform and looked, to Linda, very crisp and professional. She was probably forty.
"When is the latest bus to Livermore?" asked Linda quickly.
"Last one out is ten-forty-five."
"Oh, okay, thank you. Uh, you don't mind if I wait here, do you? I'm waiting for..."
A man behind her elbowed her away. "How do I get to Platteville?"
Linda just stood and tried to control herself. Was it worth all this? She was ready to scream. She was all alone. Nothing but strangers around her. No one interested in her. No one knew her.
"Miss Carney?" came a voice suddenly at her left shoulder.
The words were like a cool waterfall. She turned and smiled up into a handsome Jewish face. The man, wore a red plaid topcoat and a large, prominent gold ring on his left hand. He looked forty-five.
"Mr. Forbes?" she said, a smile flashing all over her face.
"Yes. My, you aren't pretty. You're beautiful. You're not a good judge of beauty! Come. Let's get you out of this mess. I have a cab waiting."
He took her arm and escorted her out. Eyes followed them. Linda breathed a sigh of relief like she never had before. She felt suddenly very weak.
She was so grateful to him. She suddenly nearly forgot her purpose in coming there at all.
"Come, you'll feel better after a drink," he advised.
They slipped into a waiting cab and the cab pulled away suddenly.
"Easy there," said Jim. "Take us to Miss Sherry's," he directed.
He had Linda by the hand and reached over and planted a kiss on her mouth. It was warm and wet. And a little sudden.
But she smiled up appreciatively, nonetheless.
"So what can I do for you?" He even talked like Frankie. It must be people in the theater world. Overly sweet and a little patronizing.
But she didn't mind. It was better than the bus depot. Let's see, she thought. I just need money for the assertiveness-training class, she told herself. Don't forget it now, Linda.
"I don't want to say anything in front of the cab driver," she whispered, cocking her head to one side appealingly.
"Cab drivers are all deaf, aren't they?" Jim Forbes guffawed, slapping the cab driver on the back.
"Yes, sir," the man said, at first seriously. Then he laughed. But he said nothing more. He was in his twenties, with a large Afro.
"It really doesn't matter. You can tell me. This is the big city. Nothing shocks anyone here."
Linda was silent. Then she said, "I need some money, Mr. Forbes."
"Funny. I knew you were going to say that. How much?"
"Two hundred."
"How's three hundred? With a body like yours..."
Linda was shacked. Right in front of the cabbie he'd said it!
"I wish you wouldn't talk so loud."
"Driver, take me right to the Sheraton," Forbes directed.
"Yes, sir." The driver made a wild U-turn and pealed off in the opposite direction.
Jim patted Linda's hand. "Business is business," he said. "We can order drinks and a meal from room service. And get right down to work."
Perhaps it was better this way, Linda thought. Why was she feeling so cheap then? She didn't even feel horny. She studied Jim's crotch, hoping it would help.
He placed her hand on his lump. She felt his cock. He was large and hard. Thank God. Feeling his cock made her relax. She leaned over and kissed him hard. She put an arm around him.
The bellboy greeted Jim Forbes like an old friend and nodded at Linda. The two men seemed to exchange a knowing glance.
They went up to a suite of rooms on the seventh floor. Inside, in the spacious suite, they were alone. To Linda it was a great relief. She sank down on the large bed. Jim laid three crisp one-hundred dollar bills on the lamp table. Linda gawked. "There you are," he said. "I know you ladies of the night like your money up front."
"Oh, you're making a mistake. I've never done this before."
"I know," said Jim Forbes drily. "None of them have."
He didn't believe her, she thought. "But I haven't. Never. I need this money to take a course that begins tomorrow night. I'm married. I can't tell my husband."
Sitting there, Linda looked like a school girl, her long blond hair falling over her breasts, the green dress outlining her young, slim figure.
"What's the course?" He said.
"Assertiveness training," said Linda.
"I'd say you were assertive enough, my dear."
And that was all he said, except to add, "Take your clothes off. I haven't got much time."
She rose slowly and took off her clothes. She was quite confused. She was horny. But she had a slice of arrogance in her that didn't quite want Jim Forbes to get away with dismissing her so lightly.
"You'll hear of me someday," she chided him, removing her skirt and panties. He immediately stooped down and buried his face in her mop of blond pubic hair.
"I'm sure I will. Are you an actress?" he asked, in a muffled voice.
"Yes," said Linda, without a break in her tone. Yes, she would be an actress. She was sort of one already!
Now, that that was decided, she was elated. She felt his tongue in her pubic slit and she lay back and spread out on the bed. Oh, how wonderful it felt! Now she would get sex and three hundred dollars to boot. Not bad for an evening's work.
"Most men don't bother to do this with a prostitute," said Jim, as he ate her. "But I like my women hot."
"I'm not a prostitute." The word curdled her blood.
Linda pushed the label out of her mind. She would deal with it later.
She spread her thighs as far as they would go. She pulled Jim's head even further into her cunt, wanting his tongue to slice her in two.
"Nothing doing, baby. I'm calling the shots."
"Yes, sit," she said slowly. She wasn't afraid. She could be as calculating.
She paused and let go of his head. He pushed her thighs so far apart they hurt, but Linda refused to complain. In a funny way, it felt good. It felt good to have him in control. Sexy. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Her thigh muscles ached.
His tongue went up her cunt hole now. It probed as deep as a tongue would go aid wound around and around the inner cunt walls.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, Jim, mmmmm, hhhhhh, oh, that feels sooooo good." Her hands went up under her bra and pulled her large breasts out, releasing them to her cupped, loving palms and letting the bra dangle like a collar around her neck.
"Sexy," said Jim, looking up from his kneeling position on the bed carpeted floor. His mouth and nose were dripping wet, dripping from his saliva and her juices.
Linda smiled. "You look funny," she said softly. "Shhhhh," he said, rose and thrust a finger up her at the same time. He stopped to remove the rest of his clothes then and dove into bed beside her.
"You're hot stuff, aren't you?" he said, burying his nose in her right tit. "Strange Frankie should send someone like you to me. It doesn't sound like Frankie."
"He didn't want to. I made him," Linda said quickly, anxious to clear the name of her friend.
"Assertive little bitch, aren't you?" said Jim. He lay over her and filled her mouth with his tongue. Then he ripped her bra off over her head, catching an edge of it in her eye. "Sorry," he said, then plunged his erect cock into her groin.
"Ow, take it easy," she said. "There's time." She grabbed his stiff tool, opened her thighs wide and eased it in.
He thrust hard up her. It would have hurt like hell if Linda hadn't been hot and greasy with her own juices. She gasped. It felt so damn good to have this hot man's cock in her tight juicy cunt.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, wanting him to make her come.
"Don't enjoy it too much," said Jim duly. "Remember, you're here to serve me. Come on, hump hard now." His head and mouth dipped down from the strenuous push-ups he was performing over her, and he lapped away at her tit. He bit her nipple hard.
"Ouch!" she cried out. But perversely the shock of pain aroused her more.
Then he bit her neck. He sucked her hard at the crook of her neck and bit her on the nape. It felt good. She hoped Tim wouldn't notice the love bite. God, she had to face her husband that night!
Put it out of your mind, she ordered herself.
"Put your legs around mine," Jim demanded.
She obeyed. "Higher," he said, "around my buttocks."
She did as she was, told.
"Now hard. Hump. Hump like you've never humped before!"
Linda thrust her pelvis up to meet his. It slapped loudly against Jim's groin. It also made her cunt open deep and swallow his cock up to the base.
"Nghghngh," she heard herself groan in satisfaction. He was so deep.
"Don't forget me," said Jim. "Don't enjoy it too much." He got up on his arms again and pumped hard. In and out, in and out. He socked it to her hard.
"Now fuck! Hard!" he ordered.
And she did. She fucked hard. She never fucked harder. She worked for her money. She was determined to earn it. And she never enjoyed sex so much in her life.
"Turn over," commanded Jim. He withdrew his cock from her pussy hole, dripping with juices.
She turned over and fell on her large boobies. "Get up on your haunches. Like the bitch that you are!"
Linda knew he meant it. She rose up and kneeled in front of him, her arms supporting her.
She felt his finger up her pussy hole and she spread her thighs to make room for him. She dropped her upper torso to the pillow. Her ass waved in the air.
She felt his large cockhead shove right into her expanded cunt hole. She gasped and nearly fainted with the sensation.
"Oh, my, oh, my!" she said, forgetting she wasn't to let him know how much she enjoyed it.
But this time he didn't seem to mind. He grabbed her around the waist and fucked her soundly. He thrust hard and her ass hurled back at him.
He reached around her and fondled her huge breasts.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," she crooned, to feel him pinch and nip her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
"You've got some titties, baby," he crooned. He took them in his large hands and squeezed them like they were grapefruit.
Thank you, she wanted to say, but thought that would be out of place.
He slapped and pinched her ass cheeks. He reached around and felt for her clit and, finding it, began to rub and pinch it hard.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, ohhh," she moaned and spread her legs even wider.
Suddenly he withdrew and she felt his finger up her anus.
"Ow," she cried out, and before she knew it, the finger was gone, and his fat dick was raging into her, almost ripping her apart.
"Oh, oh, oh," she cried, the pain nearly killing her.
He pulled out suddenly, not wanting to hear her screams. "I'll get the Vaseline," he said automatically.
Young man in a hurry, she thought, as she lay on the bed. He's on a schedule and nothing can stop him. If I can only hang in there. She sighed.
He returned, a finger dripped in the petroleum jelly, which he dabbed in her rectum. Her butt twisted and writhed around his finger. Oh, that felt good. And healing.
In a moment her asshole was packed again with his cock. This time, though painful, it was less so, and there was pleasure, too.
"Try to relax," Jim directed. She could tell he was used to directing people.
He pulled his cock three quarters of the way out. Linda was gasping with pain-pleasure. Then he sent his shaft flying right back up her shit chute, her channel of pleasure.
As she shoved his sharp sword in and out of her asshole, his fingers were sawing in and out of her cunt hole, while one finger was doing a delightful dance on her sensitive clit. She was jumping with pleasure.
The sexual play was shocking and shooting her whole system, all at once. And three hundred dollars lay on the lamp table as an added commission. Could any girl be happier?
Linda was now in a state of mindless bliss. Her body was writhing and twisting on the bed, pelvis up, shoulders down. Her mouth was contorted in pleasure. She was panting hard, not from the exertion, because there was hardly any, but from the pleasure.
He was pumping hard now. He was pumping home, she thought. She'd reached several climaxes already, the deep satisfying kind, not the nervous, flighty kind that came and went quickly.
Jim's two fingers pumped in and out of her twat. They thrust deeply inside her cunt and twisted and turned around her cunt walls, feeling every muscle and making the pliant, pliable hole twitch excitedly, satisfyingly.
The finger of the other hand rubbed hard over her clit, relaxed her whole groin, and made the electric impulses course through her cunt.
Linda was at his mercy. Putty. She felt something bigger than she was take off inside her body. She'd lost all her control. A huge wave of orgasm welled up somewhere in her and passed through her nervous system. It shook her to the core. She heard herself scream. Growl. Cry out with infinite pleasure. And weep when it was over.
"Ohhhhhhh," she cried. "Oh, Jim, ohh, it's so wonderful. Wonderful. Oh, just fuck me now! Please!"
He removed his dick from her shit chute and plunged it into her pussy. Then he fucked her till she was on the brink of passing out.
Soon his cock was gushing into her wet cunt hole. She felt it spray against her cunt walls and then dribble slowly out of her.
Linda was chuckling with pleasure now. Never had she felt so good. She reached beneath her and patted his balls. She squeezed his thighs, dark with hair.
Jim barely made a sound when he came except to say, "Shit, you're a good fuck, kid." He finally pulled out and rolled over beside her, lighting a cigar he fetched from his pants. "You could make millions."
"I'd rather do it another way," said Linda. "Really."
He looked at her disbelievingly. "Well, you won't in the theater," he said. "There's not much money to be made, except for the very few. Unless you get a TV series or something like that. There are more hungry actors around than in any other profession I know. Look, let's order something from room service. How about roast beef sandwiches? Wine? I've got to get back. But you can stay here all night and I'll come visit you tomorrow."
"I'd really rather get back to Livermore," she said. "I've a husband to go home to. Until I'm financially on my own, that," she added.
"I would say you an right now," said. Jim, glancing at the money, frowning. "But have it your way. Can I put you on the train?"
"The bus," said Linda. "I've got a return ticket. No sense in wasting it."
"The train might have a few more respectable customers. Everyone that rides a bus is poor."
"I'm not hooking any more," said Linda sharply, using the word distastefully. She nabbed a soft hand all over her satiated body, and eyed the three green bills on the table.
It was the last time she ever wanted to hear that word.
Chapter Six
"I don't know where you've been going so late," Tim growled as she slipped into bed early the next morning at two o'clock, "but you're turning into a Goddamn slut as far as I'm concerned."
"You shut up. You have no room to talk," Linda screamed and slugged him across his shoulder. And she turned over with a flounce and cried. She was afraid he would hit her back.
The return trip had been refreshing since there was little traffic on the highway. There were few people on the bus. She chatted on and off with the bus driver and dozed. The driver, large and quick-witted, came on to her. She just smiled and shook her head.
"I've a mind to rape you," Tim was saying. She stopped weeping. She snapped back to the present.
You wouldn't dare, she thought.
He grabbed her just then, pinned her shoulders to the pillow and fell across her body, pinning her. She screamed. He clapped a hand over her mouth.
"No wife of mine is going to do this to me. People will talk. I'm not going to be humiliated." He dug the finger beneath the elastic of her shortie pajamas. He tugged on her pussy hair till it hurt.
"Ow!" she screamed. "Don't do that." She tried to reach up and brush the tears away, but she couldn't budge under his weight.
"Fist, you listen to me," she said. "So long as you live under this roof, you have a curfew. Understand?" He looked at her with a piercing glance. "I don't know what I did to deserve this," he continued, "but, kiddo, you sure am changing. You're ruining everything, everything we had together."
"Let me go. Let me go, Tim. LET ME GO!" She began screaming loudly. "We had nothing together. NOTHING! You can't even get up the energy to screw me more than once a week! And you want me to chain myself to this bed? No, no, NO, a thousand times NOOOOOO!"
He slapped her hard across her face. She cried out in pain, and then wept. Still he held her pinned tightly to the mattress. He groped to take his undershorts off with one hand. "I'll show you who can fuck more than once a week. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get. I didn't know you liked it so damn much. And now I wish we had those Goddamn mirrors to watch the blood drip out of your cunt! Or will it be stale semen?"
Linda's mouth fell open. She'd never heard such foul-mouthed language from her husband. She was speechless. She closed her mouth and watched him, watched what he would do, as if he were in a silent film. She knew she was powerless.
He didn't bother to kick his shorts off. They lay clinging to one calf. Then he ripped her pajamas down. Her pussy was exposed to whatever he was going to force on her. It was ironic that only a few nights ago he had refused to fuck her, and she'd been all hot for him.
"Don't hurt me," she pleaded. "Just don't hurt me!"
His full weight fell on her again. She started to struggle then stopped. He was jamming his half-erect cock into her. He couldn't get it in at first, so he kept ramming it against her pussy till his cock was rock-hard and her groin ached. Then he plunged into her.
It hurt less if she didn't struggle. So she gave in. She spread her thighs wide, hoping she could relax to the point where some erotic, arousing fantasy would cross her mind. At this point, she was frigid. The large cock hurt inside her tight pussy. She adjusted her hips until she was fairly comfortable.
"Tim!" she cried. She clutched his shoulders and peered into his face. But he wouldn't look at her. He was groaning with pleasure. To him she was faceless. It could have been any woman.
"Enjoy it, whore," he kept saying. He dipped his tongue down to her tit, bit the nipples hard, bit her breasts all over. Suddenly he noticed her neck. The love bite Jim had given her earlier was still there. "What's this?" he asked.
She said nothing. She just gritted her teeth and stared cold and hard at him. It was his fault. It was all his fault. He had started it. It had become a chain of events, a chain reaction whose initial impetus he had provided through neglect.
"Say 'fuck me'," he commanded. "Tell me to fuck you! Tell me how much you desire me now, bitch. Say it! Say it! SAY IT!" His face was red and puffy.
The breeze swirled the curtain. "Can't you close the window so the neighbors don't hear?" she mumbled.
"Can't you come home nights so the neighbors don't SEE?" he screamed back.
He grabbed a handful of her big hair and held it light. He continued to plow slowly in and out of her steaming hole. The stimulation, even if she didn't want it, was relaxing her. Her cunt began throbbing. Her eyes closed. Her pussy twitched with every tiny movement of his giant cock deep inside her.
His elbows were on either side of her arms. She had a little more freedom of movement, though still no room to escape. She was resigned to pleasing her husband, hopefully for the last time.
"If you'd wanted me more, more often, every night, even every other night, this never would have happened," she cried, the tears welling out of the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks. "Believe me!"
"Nonsense," he answered. "You met someone, didn't you? Only, I can't for the life of me decide when. You obviously knew him before the play."
Linda didn't answer. It would be too hard to explain. She pulled her head to loosen his hold on her hair. He let an inch of the blond stuff pull through his fingers.
He reached around her ass cheeks and began pinching them. Hard. It was painful and arousing.
"C'mon, you blond bitch! I want you to beg to be fucked now! Ask me. Plead for it. Don't just lie there and expect it."
"Do fuck me. Fuck me," Linda said. "I want you to fuck me." She was lying through her teeth.
"Arid mean it. I want you to mean it!"
"Then get your hand off my hair!" she cried. "Have a few manners!"
He let another inch of the fine blond hair pull through his grasp. Linda sighed. "Fuck me, please. I really do want you to fuck me." He may as well, he had fought so hard to get inside.
"I'll fuck you, baby. I'll ram you so hard it'll come out your ears."
He let go of her, rose on his arms and began plunging his cock into her cunt. She dug her heels into the sheet and mattress and raised her buttocks to accommodate his seven inches. She was beginning to feel no pain. Just pleasure.
"Oh, honey," she couldn't help say, "oh, that feels good. Ohhhhh!"
Tim continued to screw her. He grunted with every hot thrust up her moist twat. He paused. Then he began thrusting again.
She dug her elbows into the mattress and hoisted her body even further up. Her back arched and her tits flattened.
"Now you look like a bitch in heat," commented her husband half-approvingly. "You know, you could be a pin-up."
"That's sweet." She wished she'd heard that years ago.
Every time he thrust hard into her, she thrust her pelvis up to meet his. Then she grew tired and lay still and just let him fuck her. She was panting and moaning at intervals now. Her fingertips and nails clawed the sheet.
As he continued to plow full-length in and out of her pussy hole, wet and dripping with juices, Linda felt the steady, monotonous rhythm of their clashing groins set up wild vibrations in her.
"Ohhhhhh, Tim, ohhhhh, honey, ohh, I feel it, oh, I feel it coming, ohhhh, honey, I can't stand it! Ohhhhhh!" And she was off on a rising spiral of orgasm. It began with just a twitching and an itching in her clit and cunt hole, and then grew and expanded and finally broke free, throwing its hot waves over her entire body.
"Fuck, Linda, honey, pump hard! Oh, I'm coming, too! Oh, suck it all out of me, baby, suck it all out of me with that delicious cunt!"
He was shaking like a wild animal on top of her, and with every last thrust, expelled his juicy load inside her hungry pussy-mouth.
"Ohhhhh, honey, Linda, ohhhhhhh," he moaned, "oh, that's it, squeeze it, squeeze it, mmmmm, milk me dry, thata girl!"
Linda squeezed with her pussy muscles, pulling every extra drop out, vacuuming it, sucking it up inside her.
He lay on top of her, his shrinking, curling dick lodged just inside her cunt hole. Tim dozed. One turn in his sleep and the slack cock slipped out of her.
The raping was over.
It hadn't been half bad. She resented him terribly at first. But then she forgave him. It had turned out well. And he was going through hard times himself.
Linda cuddled her husband in her arms. They slept like that the rest of the night.
In the morning they were friends again. Linda hummed as she fixed breakfast and thought about her course which began that night. Tim showered, dressed and came to the breakfast table.
"Honey, do you have any extra change?" he asked. "I'm going to leave the car in the garage to have that brake checked out and then take a cab on in to work."
"Sure, dear, take a look in my purse," she said absent-mindedly. She was wondering if her marriage could be preserved after all, even with her new-found independence. For she would not stay home.
Tim returned to the kitchen with her purse and looked as though he'd seen a ghost. "Where did you get these?" he said, puffing the three, crisp one-hundred-dollar bills out of her wallet and holding them up.
"Where did you get those? Put them back," she mapped, horrified. Her husband was coming too close to her shameful secret.
"Where does a lady get such large bills nowadays?" he asked coolly, sitting down. "What's the matter, isn't my salary enough for you? It's okay, you don't have to answer."
"If you must know, I borrowed it."
"From whom? WHY?" he screamed. "A likely story." He buried his face in his hands, then looked up at her. "What are you doing? What are you doing to me?"
"I have every right to borrow money," she said evenly. "It's for a project I have in mind."
"What project? On second thought, I don't even want to know." He got up.
"You didn't eat, Tim. Eat something." She pushed a piece of toast toward him.
"I'm not hungry." He strode toward the kitchen door and walked out. In a moment he was back, grabbing the keys from off the table. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something. I think you're a horrible person. You don't have to come home at all any more. I don't even want you."
He marched into the hallway and Linda heard the door slam, then the car start up. She burst into tears.
She wept over the dishes. Their marriage was crashing. It was one catastrophe after another.
Thinking about the course that night, and perhaps a new future for herself, kept her going through the day. Tim wasn't home by the time she left. She walked the short distance downtown.
The YWCA was on the street near the library and the newspaper office. She turned up the walk and followed two other women inside. They appeared to be mother and daughter. One was about thirty-nine, a shy brunette woman, and the other in her sixties, short and plump with round cheeks, spectacles and bleached blond hair.
"You're never too young to try anything," the older lady was saying. "When I was young, there was only one choice open to a woman -- marriage. Now, there are other alternatives. Don't fret that your marriage is breaking up. I often wish I'd never gotten married myself."
"But, Mother, I love Bob. We just don't get along, that's all."
All three were inside now, and a young woman registered them. She eyed Linda and went out of her way to be friendly, as she supplied her with a pencil and registration card. She had a carefree, boyish air about her.
"Welcome to the course in female freedom!" she said cheerfully.
"Is that what it's called?" Linda asked.
"No, that's what I call it. You'll like it, though. I've taken it twice. You can repeat it. I take attendance and get it for free."
"You must be pretty assertive by now," said Linda, smiling. She was attracted to the girl's bouncy manner.
"You could say that," said the girl, looking at her directly. It made Linda uncomfortable. "My name's Geri, what's yours? Oh, yes, Linda Carney. She read from the registration card Linda handed her. There's a town in New Jersey called Carney. Tell me, were you named after it?"
Linda laughed. "Really? I doubt it. Never heard of it. My father comes from a long line of horse thieves."
"Well, Carney is a one-horse town, let me tell you. Hey, you seem nice. Care to have a drink after the class? I know some pretty mean places." She rolled her eyes.
Linda laughed but something stirred in her and made her thrill. Geri's exuberance was lifting her out of her own depression. "Sure, hey, I'd like that. After eight years of dull married life, I could use a tour of this town's night life."
"You got it, baby. We'll go in my car see. You later. You better hurry, you'll be late. I gotta hang around here a little longer and be the aggressor for all the passive women. There'll be latecomers."
Linda waved and went upstairs to the clubroom on the second floor. She entered hesitantly. She was thinking that the course would be worth the price of one new friend.
The room was quiet. Hall a dozen women sat around a horseshoe-shaped table. One woman, more sophisticated and at ease than the rest, greeted Linda and asked for her receipt. Linda clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, I forgot to pay. I'm so sorry. I got into a conversation."
"That's all right. Run right back down. Geri will give you a receipt."
Linda hurried down the stairs.
"Geri, I forgot to pay. I'm sorry." She dipped into her purse and fished out one or the hundred dollar bills.
Geri took it and flinched. She gave Linda a fifty in return and said, without a trace of expression, "Maybe I'll have to reconsider the spot I was going to take you." She nodded her short curly brown head as in agreement with herself.
"Oh, please don't," said Linda. "Don't let that impress you. It's rare I carry such large bills."
Geri studied her a moment, then stood up and strode around the small desk she'd been sitting at. She wore tight brushed denim pants and a denim jacket. "I don't know why I like you, but I do. You're sweet. Here's to you..." and she leaned and pecked Linda on one cheek.
Linda was amazed, but touched. Her hand went up to the moist cheek. "Why, thank you," she said. She wanted to kiss the girl back, but she was too shy. She turned, and said brightly, "Well, see you later."
"Yes, see you!"
Linda was glad there had been no one downstairs to see. She didn't know why, but such a display of affection from a complete stranger -- and a woman -- embarrassed her. At the same time she liked it.
She was wondering if Geri might have something mote in mind than just a drink. She found the thought titillating. She thought she might be game, but she wasn't sure.
She entered the room again and gave the receipt to the teacher. Geri came up a moment later and sat across the table from her. Linda felt Geri's eyes on her the whole hour and a half, and she kept nervously shifting her weight.
Following introductions, they practiced role playing, in groups of two. They changed off being husband and wife, employer and employee. Linda was glad she did not get Geri.
The first evening was a nervous blur. Linda was glad to see other women in the same position she was in... some a little worse off... and some a little better.
"Well, how'd you like it?" Geri asked after class, joining the buzzing women and taking her arm. She steered her away from the group and out the door, much to Linda's alarm.
But since she had a date with Geri, she decided not to protest. They walked out to Geri's car parked down the street and drove off in the direction of the town's outskirts.
"Where are you going?" asked Linda pleasantly. She was mildly concerned they might be going on some joy ride out of town.
"There's a place called Butch Cassidy's out on Old Oak Road. Okay by you?" Geri looked sideways briefly and grinned, then returned her eyes to the road.
"Haven't heard of it. Sure," Linda answered agreeably.
"No, you probably haven't. It's... uh... kinda new."
Five minutes later she steered the car up a driveway outside the night spot, and pulled up in a dark far corner of the parking lot, under a weeping willow. She switched off the ignition and turned out the headlights. It was so still and peaceful. Linda closed her eyes for a brief moment to listen to the locusts. Their buzz grew louder in the silence.
Suddenly she felt Geri slide next to her and put her arm around her shoulders. "Linda... Linda... I want to kiss you. You're so pretty. Please let me kiss you," Geri said.
Chapter Seven
Without waiting for an answer, Geri moved close and her lips crept across Linda's cheek till they brushed her own lips. Her tongue pronged between them.
"Mmmmmmm," Linda moaned, overcome with a burning desire that she'd never known with a woman before. She kit Geri's hand creep up over her right tit. Linda sighed.
"Oh, wow, you're beautiful. You're all woman. Oh, you excite me so, Linda! Oh, I love you!"
Linda, overcome with affection for the girl, put her hand on Geri's head and brushed her short hair back, patting it again and again.
When Linda returned the kiss, putting her tongue right between Geri's lips and exploring the soft recesses of another female mouth, it was pure sex. She began doing everything to Geri that she would do to a man.
Both women's hands groped automatically for each other's crotches. Con's hand went up Linda's skirt to her moist panties and massaged the dip in her mound. She spread her thighs and wiggled down further on the seat.
Geri's thighs came apart, too, when Linda's hand buried itself between her legs. Linda had never done anything like this before. She was surprised that it came so naturally. She was also surprised at the complete and heady turn-on it was giving her. Blond and brunette were engaged in a tight embrace when the door of Butch Cassidy's swung open suddenly and two female couples strode out laughing, drunk and arm in arm.
Linda raised her head a moment to look. She was dizzy with the fire of new passion and watched in a daze. Oh, she thought, so this is a lesbian place she's brought me to.
"I didn't know there was a place like this," she whispered to Geri, whose lips were a quarter inch from hers.
Geri moved the quarter inch that separated them and said, "Yes, darling, I thought you'd like it. I feel so warmly towards you, I feel like you're my sister." She kissed her.
"Ditto," Linda said, smiling. "My kid sister. Let's go in."
"Do you have a kid sister?" asked Geri, closing the car door and taking her arm as they walked through the parking lot to the front door.
"Yes, I do. Or I did. She's stopped writing me. I haven't heard from her in more than a year. She's in San Francisco. We used to play doctor and nurse when we were little."
Geri laughed. "I thought you'd done this before somewhere. You do it quite naturally. Ever had a woman for a lover?"
"No, Geri. I haven't. And," she paused, "if we do anything, just want you to know, it will be short-term. I'm breaking up with my husband, but I still like men."
"You don't want to hurt me." Geri looked at her.
"I don't want to hurt you," Linda said. "You're very sweet. But best you know the score now. I'm just experimenting. It would take quite a lot of persuading to get me to change my ways."
"You've thrown down the gauntlet," Geri said dramatically, "I will take up the challenge. I am not the world's worst lover by any means."
"Then let's have a quick drink and go to your place. You have all night to try." Linda didn't think she would be comfortable in a butch bar.
"Great." God held the door open. When they walked in, several girls spotted them and let out war-whoops.
"Big Geri, hey, say, come over, who's your new girl friend?"
God put her hand firmly on Linda's elbow and whispered. "Don't mind them. They're harmless." They strode over to the women's table. The women guffawed and God guided Linda past them to a table in the corner.
"Let me sit in that chair and watch the come-on," Linda said. She wanted no part but she was curious.
There were at least twenty women in the bar. Several stood around the pool table in the back and shot pool. Some couples sat at the bar. There was no one type of woman. Some were butchy and some were beautiful, some teenage and some over forty. All were dressed casually. Linda was the only one dressed up.
One or two heterosexual couples sat in the back drinking and conversing softly. No one bothered them.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Geri when their beers came.
"A whole new scene, as they say," laughed Linda. "If I were ten years younger, maybe then!"
"Shucks, foiled again!" Geri quipped. "But try it, maybe you'll like it. Tell me what you and your sister did."
"Oh, that! I was thirteen and she was ten. You know, she wanted to see my tits and pubic hair. Little girls are so curious. So I let her undress me. That sort of thing. I pretended it was a presumptuous request... on the outside!"
"Did she get to touch?"
"Yes, I let her put her fingers in my soft, hairy pussy. I remember I was horrified to see that I was getting all wet. I thought I was peeing on her."
"You know better now!"
"I know better now!" Linda said. "Then she asked if she could suck my tit. Except she didn't use that word. I think we used 'boobs' then."
"And you let her?" said Geri softly, looking into Linda's eyes and placing her hand on Linda's breast. "Your words are turning me on, don't you know?"
"I'm turning myself on," said Linda, swallowing, as she felt Geri's foot come up and toe her between her legs. She spread her thighs slightly, sliding down just enough to allow it in.
Her breath began coming in short gasps, her lips parted slightly, and she squirmed as little heat waves traveled through her body.
"Let's go soon," suggested Geri, gulping her beer.
"Yes," said Linda. "Well, I think I've at least found a friend," she added.
"More than that," said Geri.
She seemed so certain. Linda didn't say anything. Well, she was willing to let the future take its course. But she knew she would never be happy, never be satisfied, without a penis, a real one, in bed with her.
They got up to leave. Linda continued her story of doctor and nurse in the car on the way home.
"What happened then?" Geri asked. Her hand was touching Linda's.
"Oh, Cassie -- that's her name, my sister, I mean -- she actually crawled on top of me, licking my breasts and sucking my tits. I often wondered if she hadn't gotten enough as a baby. I felt sorry for her and let her."
Linda laughed. "And how did the owner of the tits feel?"
"Aroused, for sure," Linda said. "She had one knee in my gut and the other in my pussy. I could hardly stand it. Finally we heard mom and dad stir in the next room, so I pushed her off me, and that was End of it. We never talked about it after that."
"And here's the fall-out from that experience," laughed Geri, squeezing Linda's thigh.
"Do you think so?" asked Linda. "I just figure it's two women liking each other and needing each other. Tell me, do you do this often? Do you like men?"
"Yes, to the first question," answered Geri, "sometimes, to the second. I'm what they call bi, but I'm leaning more and more towards women."
Geri pulled the car into the driveway of a small frame house.
"Here we are," she said. "I live upstairs." She pointed to a window under a pink gable.
"Let's go," said Linda.
They went in a side door on the porch and up the stairs. The door opened into a hallway and three rooms.
"Bedroom's in there," said Geri. "Get undressed." She pecked Linda on the lips. "Bathroom's off it."
"Thanks."
In two minutes Linda was undressed, naked and lying on top of the bed, her hand in her horny crotch. "I couldn't wait," she said as Geri came in with two more beers and some chips.
Geri took a large potato chip off the plate and inserted it delicately in Linda's twat crack. Then she climbed on the bed, dipped her head down, and began nibbling the chip right up to its base.
"Mmmmmmm," moaned Linda, putting her hands down and raising her hips up off the bed, spreading her thighs ever so slightly.
"Ohhhhh, Geri," she moaned. An incredible wave of passion passed through her. Finally she let her body fall back full-length on the bed. She pulled Geri down and pushed her friend's head farther into her own pussy. "Eat me, darling, eat me," she moaned. "Oh, please, I need it so."
Geri, after swallowing the potato chip, flitted her tongue in and out of Linda's already dripping cunt hole. With a hand on either of her thighs, she spread Linda's legs apart even more, inserting a finger up her juicy hole as she again attacked her clit.
She flickered her hot, wet tongue back and forth across the little red knob and set Linda to moaning. The more she kissed and nibbled on Linda's clit, the more Linda moaned and tugged at Geri's cropped hair.
"Oh, you taste good down here. Why didn't you tell me? You could bottle and sell this stuff." Geri raised her head just enough to get the words out, then sank into the oblivion of Linda's pussy again.
Linda laughed and was moaning again a second later. She dripped a lot when she was really turned on. Her juices were thick, aromatic.
Geri was see-sawing her tongue back and forth in Linda's pussy slit, dipping her finger in and out of Linda's honey pot. Her finger twirled inside her.
Linda moaned.
"Oh, do that more, Geri, oh, do that some more! Mmmmmm!" Linda flung her legs straight up in the air and let them fail sideways. Geri bit her in each ass cheek and Linda squealed. Then she began eating out her hairy cunt once again.
Geri's tongue darted in and out of her pussy hole, alternating with her expert fingers, first one, then two. Now she had three fingers up her hot hale and was licking wetly all over Linda's hairy patch.
She whipped her hot tongue muscle back and forth all over Linda's swelling clitoris. Her clit button was charged electrically. It was sending little thrills all over her groin.
Linda began moaning steadily now. It felt so damn good. She heard the wet slobbering of Geri's mouth on her pussy. Geri lapped and licked and panted and swore and grunted, and mumbled that it was the sweetest pussy she'd ever brought to orgasm.
Linda was so high now she was ready to let go in orgiastic fury. Just a few more stokes of Geri's hot, wet tongue and she would be off.
Geri reached up then with wet fingers to titillate Linda's nipple and the surrounding areola. She dipped a wet finger in Linda's mouth. Linda sucked on it for a moment, tasting her own sweet juices.
Then Geri returned to the hot spot between her legs and brought Linda off in no time.
In a moment Linda was a blur of sound and motion. She was throwing her hips and pelvis into the air, grinding her groin against Geri's eating, biting, licking and sucking mouth. Linda was moaning, groaning, crying out, screaming.
"Ohhhhh, oh, fuck, Geri! Ohhhhh, oh, how can you do this to me!"
Linda was no more off one high and coming down, than Geri would suck and send her right back up the next one. Her cunt was on fire, a mass of burning nerve endings. Her cunt lips were swollen and sensitive.
"Ohhhhh, gawd, Geri, let me come down. Enough. That's enough for now!" begged Linda. "Oh, please, honey."
But Geri wasn't happy till she got Linda up once more. Her lust for Linda seemed to know no bounds. She sucked. She sucked hard. She licked all over her matted hair, the pubic hair wet with cunt juice and saliva.
When she inserted a finger up Linda's bum, that was the gigantic payoff. Then Linda was putty in Geri's hands and mouth.
Linda lay panting. In a complete daze, she said, "Geri, honey, oh, Geri, that was marvelous. Oh, you were beautiful. I'm so pooped. But come up here, now."
Geri did. But first she raised herself on her knees and stripped her denims off, then her panties and bra. "I usually don't wear either one of these," she said, as she dropped the bra to the floor. "But I didn't want to scare the ladies tonight."
Linda giggled, but she didn't have much energy left even for that. She pulled Geri down on top of her.
The two women clung nakedly to each other and kissed passionately. Geri's small tits dug into Linda's large ones.
Linda began rubbing her hands up and down the younger girl's body. Geri was more slender than she was, and more of an acrobatic in bed.
Linda had never eaten out another woman before and wondered what it would be like. She reached down with two fingers to Geri's bidden hole. She found it and pushed in, feeling all around the juicy cunt, with much the same inner linings and muscles as her own. It took a woman to know another woman intimately, she thought.
She swabbed at her friend's patch, stroking her hip and rubbing her thigh till she grew acquainted with Geri's physique. Geri had a thicker growth of pubic hair than Linda. She liked brushing her hand against it.
"Let's do a sixty-nine," Geri suggested.
Linda agreed and worked herself around till her mouth was hovering near Geri's crotch. Her tongue automatically darted out, like a snake's, to taste the girl's cunt.
Meanwhile Geri was positioning herself at the entrance to Linda's pussy.
"Hey, Geri, hold off for a while. You'll distract me so much, I won't be able to do anything for you!"
Geri laughed. "Okay, boss."
Linda placed Geri's upper thigh over her head and shoulder. Then she zeroed in on her brush of hair. Her tongue lapped at her clit. Linda nuzzled her mouth over it and flitted her tongue back and forth across it. She pushed it this way and that, like a cat playing with its food. Then she began sucking on it. She slobbered her spittle on it and sucked some more.
"Ohhhhhh, Linda, mmmmmm, that's nice. Ohhhh. Feels... like you've done this... sometime before... oh, it's wonderful." Then Geri and Linda rolled over so Linda was on top.
"No, you're too hard to reach that way," Linda said, and she rolled over, pulling Geri back on top of her. "There, that's better." She held Geri's thighs wide open.
The view was overwhelming. Linda pressed her smoldering tongue into the hole they hid, pushing, pressing all the way up, as far as her tongue would allow.
"Ohhhhhh," Geri moaned, in complete satisfaction and spread her thighs even wider apart.
Linda began ramming her tongue harder, in and out, in and out. She swept her tongue to the pubic slit and down again. She licked wetly over Geri's cunt.
Then she dug two fingers up the cunt hole and sucked and licked Geri's clit hard. She heard Geri moan and sucked all the harder. She wanted to do for Geri just what Geri had done for her. She wanted to repay this young woman for making her feel so good. It might be her last opportunity.
Linda wrapped her arms around the girl's hips and sucked with all her might. Her arms and hands rested on Geri's ass. Her fingers dabbled around the anus, feeling in and around the puckered hole. And she dipped her tongue in and out of Geri's honeypot, then rolled it over her clit. She felt Geri's clit grow and swell under her ministrations.
And Geri moaned in response. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, it's wonderful," she croaked. The heaving breathing and the sound of sucking were all that could be heard in the bedroom.
Geri panted. Louder and louder came her sighs. Her body squirmed on top of Linda's.
"Oh, honey, Linda, bring me, oh, make me come, oh, please, PLEASE!"
The bed shook. Linda held fast to Geri's hips and thighs as the girl shuddered and shook and cried out. The sizzling in her groin had reached its peak and she was finally coming. It seemed to last forever.
Linda sucked to the very last. She sucked until Geri had calmed down. And then she sucked some more. When Geri had climaxed, her cunt walls spewed juice with a vengeance, and Linda tasted the sweet thick cream now.
Finally Geri rolled off of her. "I'll do you again if you want," she offered, exhausted.
"No need to, pal," Linda said. "Mmmmmmmm, it was a pleasure sucking you off, let me tell you," she added, "a pleasure watching you come!"
"Mine, too," giggled her friend. "Man, do I feel terrific! Boy, I could do that all night."
Geri got up to go to the bathroom and Linda observed Geri's compact little figure as she padded naked across the bedroom floor. She liked Geri but she knew it had been just a momentary fling, a certain curiosity. She would rather sleep with a man any time, she thought, or at least most of the time.
While Geri was in the bathroom, Linda had an urge to go on home. She looked at her watch. It was one-fifteen. She sighed. She hated to leave if the girl was counting on her. She felt somewhat protective toward her, as if Geri were her daughter or younger sister. She didn't want to hurt her. She knew that Geri, beneath her sweet cockiness, was vulnerable.
Geri returned from the bathroom with something behind her back. "Guess what I've got," she said, blinking her eyes and beaming.
"Uh, let me guess," said Linda, propping her lovely body up on one arm, and pulling her fingers through her long blond hair. "Something sexy?" Geri might do something to persuade her to stay.
"Yes," Geri said, still hiding the object.
"I somehow know what you have. I don't know how I know. But I know. It could only be one thing," said Linda, her eyes twinkling.
"What is it?" said Geri.
"A dildo. A phony dick, the one thing we're lacking."
"You said it, Mac," Geri said and produced the funny, flesh-colored, eight-inch statue of a penis.
Linda giggled. She'd never used one before. It looked strange to see one outside a catalog. She'd used artificial objects before, like bananas, wax candles, and sausages, but nothing like this, specifically made for sexual consumption.
So they set to work playing around with the dildo. Pint God used it on Linda. It was large and plastic and did the trick.
"Oh, it felt good," breathed Linda when it was over. "But it doesn't take the place of a man's cock."
Geri seemed hurt. "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle," she quoted stubbornly. "Here, do it to me."
Linda took it and did as she was told. "I like to bicycle," she said coolly. Without a word she jammed Geri's cunt hole full of the phony cock.
"Oh, easy there! Here, use some Vaseline." Geri nabbed the jar off the dresser.
Linda dipped her finger in, mechanically greasing the big plastic stick and plunging it back up Geri's hairy hole. She wanted to bring Geri off quickly. She was fast tiring of her new fling, her little lesbian toy. She would take her leave with the least bit of hassle.
She brought Geri off easily. They lay there five minutes or so, chatting, then Linda said softly, "Look, Geri, I hope you don't mind, but I really can't stay all night. I must leave soon."
Geri's face darkened. "You promised," she said. "No, I didn't promise anything, Geri. I don't think we really discussed the matter. And I hate to be any harder on my husband than I have to be. I'm fighting hard for evenings out. If I'm home at night, it'll be an easier pill for him to swallow. Can you understand?"
"Well," sighed Geri, sadly. "I don't know. I hate to have you leave. I-I'll miss you. When will I see you again?" she suddenly seemed so young, so in need of loving.
Linda smiled and put her anus around her. She took her in her arms and held her close. Their naked bodies touched and rubbed. Finally she kissed her tenderly. Then she got up.
"We'll see each other again," Linda promised as she began dressing. She wasn't sure how or where or whether she was going to be able to deliver on that promise, but she knew it would make the separation easier. Easier for both of them.
Geri watched Linda dress. Linda, feeling her eyes on her, turned to the young woman. "You'll be okay," she said. "Why don't you call me tomorrow?" She quickly regretted saying that. But her name and phone number. "I will be in and out," she said. "But try me. In any case, I'll see you in class next week."
"I feel badly," said Geri; "Maybe I shouldn't say that, but it's true. You're supposed to say what you feel, aren't you?"
"Of course," said Linda. Why did she feel so much older than Geri suddenly, she wondered. Was it because she was struggling so hard to find herself, to change herself, her own life, to create possibilities equal to what she was capable of; that she was becoming quite independent of people. And she knew it was the kind of woman she wanted around her, too.
She sat on the bed, putting a hand over Geri's pussy arid cupping it in her palm. Her fingers pulled the knotty, curly hairs out and let them spring back.
She leaned over and kissed each other good-bye, letting her lips and tongue play delightfully for a moment over the prominent nipples.
Then she planted one more, kiss on Geri's mouth. "Good-bye," she said. "I guess I'll call a cab. I don't think you want to drive me home in your birthday suit, do you?"
Geri shook her head. "You better call a cab."
Linda went out. "Phone's in the living room?"
Linda was already dialing a number when Geri came up behind her and stopped her. "I'll take you home," she said, removing Linda's fingers from the dial and replacing the receiver. "Just give me a minute to get myself together." She hugged Linda quickly and beamed a smile at her, then yawned and stretched and rubbed her tired eyes.
"Thanks, Geri." It would be easier this way, Linda thought, and I won't stop her.
They drove home. It was nearly two when the car pulled up in front of Linda's house. She looked up to the bedroom window. The shade was drawn, but two seconds later she could see it move to one side. Tim was peeking out the side, but she couldn't see him.
"Do me a favor," Linda said quickly. "Get out of the car and let me out my door, so my husband will see I'm with a woman."
"Sure," beamed Geri. She slipped out and let Linda out.
Linda extended her hand to Geri, but Geri fooled her. She pulled Linda's face close and planted a kiss smack on her lips.
Chapter Eight
"It was a joke," God pleaded on the phone the next day.
"I really didn't see the humor in it," said Linda, trying to suppress a snicker. It HAD been funny, in retrospect, but at the time she'd been madder than hops and stormed upstairs, ready to greet a husband who was on the verge of doubting her womanhood.
But apparently he hadn't seen. He had only seen Geri come around the car before drawing back. He hadn't seen the kiss.
"Did he make love to you last night?" Geri asked curiously.
"I don't remember," said Linda saucily. "See you next week, dear." And she hung up.
She was determined to keep her marriage intact, if possible, until the divorce. And she would bitchily keep out of her life anyone who interfered. Tim had been very cool towards her. She knew he was still confused. He had no idea if she'd gotten those large bills for sex or not. And she was trying to play it cool.
They had not made love. But they had managed to talk civilly to each other.
Linda was going through the want-ads later when one caught her eye: "Students - apply - second half summer session to Cedar House Music School - 746-9111."
This was her opportunity. She'd seen variations of that ad numerous times before, and had always promised herself she would attend once. She dialed the number and was told to come in and register.
She went down immediately. The cost was $50 for eight sessions. She paid it with the second of the three large bills. Then she was instructed to purchase an alto recorder and come back that afternoon for her first lesson. She was very excited.
When she returned to the music school, she found her teacher waiting on the second floor. The lady managing the front desk had directed her in a high, squeaky voice.
"Hello," she said nervously to the white-shirted, longhaired man whose back was to her. He seemed to be going over some fingering. He turned.
"Well, hello," he said, rose and extended his hand.
"Uh," Linda said, "I'm your new student. Beginning, I just got this," and she waved the packaged recorder in her hand.
"Good," said the man. "Open it up. You... let me see here. I've got a ticket on you somewhere, yes, Linda Carney, correct?"
"Yes, sir," said Linda, pulling the twine free of the package.
"I'm John Millhouse."
"Yes, I know," Linda smiled. Fine looking man, too, she nearly added aloud. How old? Married?
Her glance skipped down to his left hand. No ring. Well, that didn't mean anything nowadays. Maybe it was in his pocket.
"Sit here," directed Mr. Millhouse. He readied a chair for Linda in front of the music stand. "You need this instruction book here," he went on. "You can use mine today."
"Oh, they didn't tell me downstairs." Linda seated herself, next to her instructor, in front of the music stand. She felt the heat radiate from his body. She wondered, if he were warm. The room was warm. Then she wondered if some people just didn't radiate more heat and sexual energy than others. If so, she was coming into the radius of his energy, and it was beginning to affect her.
She found she could hardly concentrate on what he was teaching her: "Blow and say 'tuh'," Mr. Millhouse was saying.
"Tuh, tuh," said Linda, blowing into the recorder mouthpiece and squeaking. Then she sounded a clear note.
"That's it," he said. "Now place your left thumb on this bottom hole, that's right, like that, and your forefinger, that's this one," he touched her slightly and she jumped, "on this hole above it. There. Now say 'tuh' again."
"Tuh, tuh," breathed Linda, emerging with a new note. She beamed.
"Yes, good, that's a B. Here. It looks like this on the staff. There. Do you read music?"
"A little. Very little, I'm afraid, actually. I sang in elementary school." Linda was nervously chattering away. She really wanted to touch Mr. Millhouse's thighs. They were, again, those nice thick, muscular well-developed thighs that she liked so much, that made her melt on sight. She wondered how she was going to handle this. Rather, them. She looked around. He was getting up to close the door. There was a little window in the door, through which people could see who was instructing whom. And in what, was Linda's added thought. Not a bad idea.
He sat down again. "The kids will be coming in shortly for orchestra practice. It gets very noisy."
"I see." Linda smiled quickly. He touched her shoulder slightly to draw her attention back to the music book on the stand. All she could think of was how badly she wanted to seduce him. And when she put the recorder in between her knees, as he had instructed her, she felt she was being given instructions on masturbating with a polo stick. They could make beautiful music together.
The instruction went on for twenty-five more minutes. Linda learned four notes and could now play parts of Three Blind Mice.
"Practice for half an hour every day," Mr. Millhouse instructed her, glancing down her cleavage just before she rose.
It was an in, thought Linda, and she would make the most of it.
"Do you have another student coming now?" she asked politely, staring at his mouth and dropping her eyes dangerously to his crotch. He most certainly had a lump there.
Mr. Millhouse looked at her sharply. Then his gaze mellowed. "No, not for another half hour," he said. "What did you have in mind?" He smiled. He was like a racehorse -- off and running.
He had sideburns, longer than, would be considered tolerable in an office. His voice was soft. He had a brush for a moustache. Linda had never kissed a moustache before.
She took a deep breath and recalled her assertiveness training course from the previous evening. Say what you feel. Say it directly. And say it tactfully.
"I find you very attractive," Linda began. "Why, thank you." Mr. Millhouse seemed taken aback but recovered rather quickly. He reached out and touched her arm. Linda's skin tingled. She grabbed his hand, but he was the one who drew her closer. They were standing directly in front of each other now. He looked over his shoulder at the pane of window glass in the door, then drew her around a corner of the room behind the piano where they could not be seen.
He kissed her warmly, with his soft, thick lips. Linda seemed to melt like putty. When her spirit awoke, she found him still standing there, in her arms.
"You needn't pay me this way," he advised.
"Wouldn't be a bad idea, would it, Mr. Millhouse?" laughed Linda. "I mean, just joking." She didn't want him to think she was a screwball or anything.
"I know you're joking," he said. "Call me John, by the way. You're very lovely," he added. "You're the prettiest student I've ever had."
"Why, thank you," she said, pleased. Then she leaned to kiss him again. She pressed her lips hard against his. She pressed his body with her own. Her large, firm breasts rubbed against his chest. She tongued his mouth and he tongued her back. "Oh, that feels good," she said softly, withdrawing her mouth, and staring at his longingly. "Tell me, are you married?" she asked him as objectively as possible. Her assertiveness was amazing even her.
"I don't think so," came the answer.
"Now, what does that mean?" she laughed. "You're joking."
"I'm not married. Yet."
"Engaged?"
"That's a toughie. Hard to say." He drew her close again. "Don't go. We can do it right here, if you need to. Or want to."
She whispered. "I'd like that, John. I'd like that very much."
"I can even lock the door." He went over and flipped the latch. Then he pulled a clean blue bandanna handkerchief out of his pocket. "Here," he whispered, "lie on this."
She was already yanking her skirt up over her panty hose tops. John sank down to the floor beside her, placing his hand on her upper thighs. She sighed.
"Your hands feel so good, John. Are you sure no one will know we're here?"
He shook his head. "I doubt it. This room doesn't get used for another half hour."
Linda sighed. She picked up a strand of her long blond hair and tickled his face with it. Then she nuzzled his moustache with her nose, and gave him a kiss. But in a moment they were down to business.
Linda rolled back full length on the floor. She let her legs and thighs be pried wide apart by John's hand. His touch was so gentle on her. He found the tops of her panty hose and peeled them party-way down, just to expose the firm, fleshy part of her thighs.
"Oh, you're beautiful here. My God!" he leaned over to kiss her upper thigh, flesh all over, and to nibble on its tender white skin.
Then his lips found their way upward and over to her pussy flesh, moist and clothed in their white panties. He cupped his palm over her mound.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. She pulled the elastic waist open herself and pushed his fine, large hand in, stuffing it down her groin.
He was quick to pick up on the idea. His fingers filled her magically and she lay back and squirmed and moaned, clapping her hand over her mouth at intervals to prevent her moans from being heard downstairs.
She was wet, so wet. "You're very warm here," John said, rubbing her pussy. "Your temperature is higher here than anywhere else."
"Sez who?" Linda snickered. "Oh, do it, do it some more. Please." The cravings were getting too much for her, in her pussy.
He fingered her clit and cunt hole fast and hard. She moaned and twisted and turned on the blue bandanna handkerchief. Soon she was groaning and her breath came in thick gasps.
"Please, more, more, oh, do it deep, John, oh, please." She spread her thighs as wide as her panty hose would allow. They clung around her calves, binding them together. But he was still satisfying her, and fast.
As he brought her to a climax, she shuddered and laughed deep in her throat. He kept jutting a finger in and out of her soft, moist cunt hole, and she found it deeply satisfying.
When she felt she'd had enough, given their short time together, she began fingering his zipper mid finally got it down. She dipped into his shorts and came up with her prize. His dick was as long as her husband's, yes, even a little longer, she thought. And a little thicker.
She clasped it gratefully, hard and erect. "Bring it here," she advised him. He came closer to her, walking on his knees, and she began sucking it until it was rock-hard. "Oh, put it in me, please, PLEASE!" she pleaded. She loved sucking him, but she didn't want to waste their brief moments on that, when she needed him so desperately inside her hot and juicy hole.
"Sure, sure, Linda, anything you say," he said gently. He pulled his pants down to his knees and mounted her, at the same time freeing her breasts from her bra and pushing her red blouse up. "Oh, they're beautiful," he gasped.
He touched them tenderly and leaned to suck them both, one at a time, squeezing and kneading the nipples and feeling the firm breast flesh. Linda moaned.
Then he entered her, at first the firm cockhead and then the whole staff. "Oh, give me your cock, give it here. Oh, plug me with it. Oh, please, please," she moaned, and she felt the cock filling her, stuffing her, filling her to capacity. Oh, it was that feeling she craved so terribly all the time.
"Oh, you're beautiful," he said, looking down and eyeing her half-clad, half-naked body beneath him. She looked up at him tenderly and felt his cock withdraw.
Then he choked her full of it once more, leaning over at the same time to caress her tits.
He held her thighs apart and began fucking her good now. And hard. When he tired of the in-out motion, he rotated his thick dick around and around inside of her.
It didn't take long till he was hammering home. Linda felt the hard dong press deep. Her blood ran hot. Her heart pounded. He fucked her rapidly and she loved it.
"Ohhhhh, John! You're great, oh, you're wonderful! Oh, you're the best teacher I ever had! Ohhhhhh! AIIHHHHH!"
In that moment, he clapped a hand over her mouth. He had climaxed just in time to stop her shrieking. His thick, warm semen was already dribbling out of his block.
Linda had felt it when he came. It was all she needed to feel fulfilled. The spunk had spurted against her cunt walls and was now dripping slowly, pleasantly, out of her. She'd felt the hand on her mouth right after that and her last screw was emitted into a muffling hand. Then John kissed and tongued her gaping mouth once more.
"Ohhhhhhh, John, ohhhhh, John, that was terrific! Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"
"Many years ago," he whispered, his lips still close to hers. "I used to be a hippie on the Lower East Side of New York. They call it the East Village. We used to fuck every night. And all day, too."
"Your girl friend and you?" asked Linda, smiling brightly. She hadn't really expected an answer, and any mention of another sexual experience he had had was inappropriate in such an intimate moment as this.
"Whoever," he answered, shrugging. "There were many. Sometimes several at one time."
"Must have been nice," said Linda, pulling away slightly and letting his now slack dick fall away. "Nice for me now. But somehow fucking in a music school becomes you, John, more than screwing half the East Village." She reached her arm as far as it would go and picked up the alto recorder which had somehow rolled off the music stand.
"Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you," said John sympathetically. "That was a long time ago."
"That's okay," said Linda. "Tell you what you do, to make it up to me."
"Sure, anything. But it can't take long."
She shoved the recorder at him. "Fuck me with this." She kept a straight face. "Please!"
John frowned. He gulped. "This?" he said.
"Yes," Linda cooed. "I want you to fuck me with it." She parted her thighs and held her pussy lips apart for him.
"I'm not sure it will fit," said John, trying to be good-humored, but hesitating. "Which end, the bell or the mouthpiece?"
"Well, which end looks to you more like the male sex organ?" Linda asked sweetly.
"Uh, you're right. Okay. Here goes." He inserted the mouthpiece end just inside her pussy lips.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Linda. There was a sharp wooden edge on it, but the wetter she got, and the more her cunt hole expanded, the better it felt. The circumference was the size of any man's cock. And beyond the slat, where the air vibrated, it tapered slightly, and continued on, unlike any man's cock, for eighteen inches.
The recorder slipped further up her pussy. John rotated it around and around her inner cunt hole. It was touching her in all the right places now. It was a snug fit. He flitted his finger against her clit as he manned the recorder fucking-machine.
"Ohhhhhhh, John, do that, yes, like that! Oooooooh, that's good. Ohhhhhhh, it's so nice. Mmmmmm."
"I feel a little inadequate for you, Linda," said John evenly.
"No, don't, please, don't," she said. "Mmmmm, that feels so good. I just thought this a fitting climax to our lesson, don't you agree?"
Linda, in the middle of her pleasure, saw him close and open his eyes in mock impatience.
"Oh, please. Just a little more and I'll be satisfied. Okay?"
"You know if you masturbate too much, you'll never want to practice," warned John, fucking with gentle in and out motions of the recorder.
"This will be for the last time," sighed Linda from another pleasant and erotic world. "I promise." Her face was rosy and relaxed. Her breath was coming more slowly, deeply now. "Oh, I'm just about there! Oh, please God, now, let me come again! Now! Mmmmmmm."
She began humping herself hard against the recorder. Her breath came in short gasps. She began moaning. The instrument, planted deep inside, was too much for her. Her moans changed to deep guttural groans as the hot pleasure flashed through her groin.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned.
"Okay, time to get dressed, student. You're all mussed." John took a protective attitude toward her. As he helped to brush her skirt off, he said, "Don't forget now. Practice every day. Your music, that is. And try to keep your recorder dry. I know that might be difficult for you!"
When she straightened her clothes, he handed her purse and the recorder. John unlocked the door, and a young girl with long, straight brown hair, carrying a clarinet case, stared at Linda, as she entered.
"HI, Lisa," greeted Mr. Millhouse. "You're late again, Lisa."
"No, I wasn't!" protested the girl. "Your door was locked. Why was your door locked, Mr. Millhouse?"
The door closed behind them, leaving Linda giggling in the hallway.
Chapter Nine
Linda was elated when she walked out of the music school, if not also a little exhausted. Her lesson had gone well. The elementary method he was using with her was working... to say nothing of the fringe benefits. She felt she was having an impact on places other than her own home. And she liked that.
She felt so good that she took a slight detour and went over to First Avenue where the Boy Scouts office was located. She would put her name in to be a scoutmaster. In that moment, she had just the right amount of nerve. For Linda was a basically shy girl.
"Yes, ma'am?" said a short, white-haired lady in a trim black suit and a white blouse. "May I help you?"
"Uh, yes, I would like to be a scout leader."
"Certainly. Would you kindly fill out this form? We prefer gentlemen, of course, but we can't always get them."
Linda completed the form and handed it back to the lady.
"Thank you, uh, yes, dear, we'll call you for an interview."
"Oh, when will that be?" asked Linda, disappointed. She was counting on her first troop right away.
"Oh, this week, never you fear," answered the lady sweetly. "It's so nice to have people so enthusiastic," she marveled. "Usually we have to recruit. Thank you so much."
"Good-bye now," said Linda graciously.
Outside, walking up the street, she had to smile. Enthusiastic, yes. To meet up with some fine father on an overnight hike? What could be more blissful? And Tim would never suspect. After all, it was all in the line of duty. How would he know someone's old man came along to chaperone?
In a few weeks, she might need a chaperone. But before that time, she was determined to have fun.
She was interviewed by the head of the local chapter that week, and passed with flying colors. Her age was a distinct bonus. They liked them young, but mature. And energetic. She was to take group at a church on the southeast side of town.
She was hardly prepared for such an energetic group of young men. The outgoing scoutmaster, an older man, seemed glad to be rid of the bunch. She smiled continuously during the whole meeting and they eyed her curiously. Finally the man turned it over to her.
"Yes," she smiled nervously, "I see there's a fine bunch of boys here."
A wolf whistle sounded from the back of the boiler room where the boys were seated around a long table.
"Thank you for your appreciation. I trust we will all get along just fine." She brushed her hair back over her shoulders, the movement raising her breasts an inch or two.
"Mama mia," said another boy, with dirk hair and dark eyes. Linda's eyes lit upon him for a moment. His head wagged up and down; he was glad to have the attention.
Linda continued. "How would you like to have an overnight hike soon?" she asked.
Whoops and hollers resounded throughout the boiler room.
"Well, I'm glad you like the idea. Summer is fast drawing to a close and it would be a nice way to spend a weekend in August, don't you think?"
"Isn't that a bit fast, Miss..." began the outgoing scoutmaster, who had no more power as far as she was concerned. "You're new. You don't know what you're getting into. You must establish some discipline first. Get to know the boys. Have them work with you on their badges, and on all their other projects."
"That can be done all winter," said Linda firmly, not batting an eye.
When the meeting was over, Linda breathed a sigh of relief. But she was so elated she could hardly stand it. There was such excitement in that room, such energy! She found it excited and aroused her. And in a moment she could go home and masturbate it away.
The boys came up to talk to her afterwards. One by one they gave her their vote of approval. The last one to leave, the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy, said to her, "Mrs. Carney, my dad would come with us on the overnight. I just know he would."
Well, my dear, if he looks anything like you, I'm sure I'd be delighted, she thought. But she said, "Well, thank you. And who are you, may I ask?"
"Dick. My father's name is Richard Ainico. He's nuts about women. I mean..."
"We would be more than delighted to have him along, Dick. You invite him, will you?" She tried to conceal a smile.
"Oh, thanks, Mrs. Carney thanks a lot." He turned and ran out of the room.
Mrs. Carney gathered her purse and the materials she had brought along for an emergency project. She hadn't needed them. Outside the church she found a telephone. She dialed Frankie's hotel. He was not in.
"I have a message from him for Elaine," said the hotel clerk. "Is this Elaine?"
"No, this is not Elaine," said Linda coolly. She added, on second thought, "But I know Elaine, I'll give her the message."
"She's to meet him after the theater tonight, and come with him to the closing theater party at the Ton House."
"I'll give her the message," promised Linda.
"Thank you." And she hung up.
So Frankie would be leaving town soon. Her heart fell. Well, at least she had plans for the evening. Thank you, Elaine, whoever you are! She went home to change.
He was cooking supper when she got home. He seemed to be getting used to the prospect.
She bathed and changed into a black lace dress, one that drew sharp gasps and entranced expressions each time she entered a crowded room. Which had been rarely, lately. But it would do now for crashing a party.
She came downstairs, heavily made-up and perfumed. Tim looked up from the stove and stared.
"What's for supper, honey?" she asked bouncily, pretending not to notice his stares.
"You," he answered, laid down his stew ladle and came towards her.
"Oh, nothing doing," she said laughing, and backed away. "I'm going out. To a party, Tim. It's just a party," she added, in answer to the frown that crossed his face.
"Don't I even get a kiss, Linda? Just a kiss? Remember me? I'm your old man."
"A kiss, old man, here's a kiss." She pulled Tim into her arms and embraced him. It was good to feel his familiar body next to hers again. She planted a warm, wet kiss on his soft lips and withdrew.
"I feel like I've been punished enough, Linda, for whatever I've done wrong. It's all happened so fast, I'm still not sure what I did. I guess you'd been storing it up for a long time, eh?" He pawed her face and brushed her blond hair back.
"Not now, Tim. Later. We'll talk later."
She pulled away and pushed her hair into place again. He took a step back towards the kitchen door. She didn't want him to try anything. Not after he had raped her that time. She didn't completely trust him anymore.
"Linda -- Linda honey," he stammered. He looked crushed. "Not another evening at home, at home without you. Please, Linda. Have a heart."
She had a heart and he was certainly tugging hard at its strings. But she was determined. There was something fierce and unrelenting in her now, and now that she was in touch with it, she would follow its course.
"I'm going, dear. Good-bye." She turned on her heel and headed across the dining room to the front door. "I'll be back later, I promise." Then she bit her lip.
She opened and closed the door quickly, before he could get any anti-social ideas. She walked briskly toward the car.
A minute later she was racing through the streets, as fast as the speed limit would allow. She wanted to take a spin in the country for some fresh air before she returned to the motel for the theater party. There had been so much excitement in her life lately. She needed some peace and quiet to think.
She drove slowly past the reservoir, along a dirt road. The air was mostly fresh out here, except for a gust of wind now and then that carried odors downwind from the corn syrup factory.
She turned onto the shoulder under some tall bushes overlooking the reservoir and stopped. She was grateful for the calm. It was pretty and peaceful at dusk.
She noticed one lone hiker coming down the road. He was tall, and young, and wore a kerchief around his neck. He noticed her car and waved casually, before he strode on past. She watched him in her rear view mirror, scuffing up dust with his boots.
When he was, ten feet past the car and still walking, she honked the horn lightly. He looked back. Seeing her wave at him, he stopped, hesitated, then started on back toward her.
Why not a little fling, Linda, before the party starts? You have some time to kill, she thought.
"You're not an explorer scout by any chance, are you?" asked Linda as the young man came up to the car window.
"Yes, ma'am, I am."
"Where are you hiking from? Or to?" she asked pleasantly. She didn't wish to appear overanxious.
"Uh, from Barney," the teen said, nodding over his shoulder. Barney was a town about six miles away. A safe enough distance.
"Ah, I've just become a Boy Scout leader in Livermore myself," said Linda. "It's all new to me. I'm really learning a lot."
"That's nice," he said, friendlier. "I just got my church award. For service and things like that."
That made him more of a challenge, thought Linda. "Can I drop you somewhere?" she asked.
"Oh, no, I like to walk. I'm just going to my aunt's house. For a late supper."
That made it a doubly hard challenge, Linda thought. "What's this bush called to my right?" she inquired, feigning interest. "I'm not up on my flora and fauna, as I should be."
"Mulberry," said the youth quickly. He picked a berry, wiped it on his trousers, and ate it. Then he picked one for her.
Thems the berries, thought Linda. "Thank you." She accepted the treat graciously and popped it in her mouth. She hopped out of her car door just then, slammed it, and walked around to his side.
He seemed awkward and ill at ease. But he had a fine body, a fine, strong, young body. Linda looked him boldly up and down. "You must be all of seventeen," she said.
"Eighteen, ma'am," he said. "What's your name?"
"Gordon," came the abrupt reply. "Gordon what?"
"Gordon White."
"Oh, mine's, uh, Lila Casey," she said quickly. If the seduction were successful, she didn't want it traveling the Boy Scout circuits so quickly. People tended to know each other in small towns, she knew.
"You're a fine specimen of a scout," she said easily. "A tribute to our organization."
"Thank you, ma'am," the boy beamed. "I appreciate that, coming from a-a woman, a scoutmaster like yourself."
"Yes, why don't they call us scout mistresses, I wonder?" laughed Linda.
"Why, you know, I don't know that," said Gordon thoughtfully, "That's a good suggestion."
"You're a sincere guy," said Linda after a moment's pause.
"I try to be," answered Gordon. "Is there anything else I can show you? I mean, a plant or a bush?" The boy was blustered. "I know them pretty well."
"There is something you can show me, Gordon. If you would. And it's not a plant or a bush... exactly. It's-it's something else." Linda began rubbing her hands along her thighs, up and down. She couldn't help it. It was a revealing gesture, revealing even to her. She knew, now, how homey she was. And that she had to have this young scout. She would be his mistress or bust.
"You, Gordon," she said coolly, seductively, reaching for his crotch. She stepped quickly forward to make sure he wouldn't get away. She grabbed him between his legs and felt a hard underpinning beneath her hand.
"Ohhhh, Miss -- Miss Casey. Oh, don't. Don't do that. Please!" He yelled out and pulled away.
Linda released her hand quickly. "What's wrong? What's the matter? You're all ready," pleaded Linda. "You're hard." She couldn't let him escape so easily, not when his body was complying with her wishes, even if his head was not. Yet.
"But I-I never -- I mean, I just took the church award and..."
"You've never had a woman, is that it?" said Linda sympathetically. "There has to be a first time, you know. Why not? I'm a good teacher. Experienced. Willing. And there's no one else around. No one will ever know."
"No, no, I've never had a woman. I mean, I never even had a girl! I mean, you're so old. I-I'm sorry. I mean to say that."
Linda threw back her head and laughed. She was a big chagrined, though. "I understand," she said quickly. "It MUST seem strange to you. But very, very handsome."
She ran her hand down his groin, over his thigh, and up and down around his ass cheek. He was well-muscled. He must be very strong, she thought. Goes out for sports.
And he was a virgin.
She took him by the hand and lead him, slightly tagging, down the small embankment to the reservoir. It was part sand and part rock and a bit of dirt and grass. The mulberry bush hid them from the wad where an occasional car would pass. And what the bushes didn't hide, night soon would.
Linda sat down and pulled him down too. She paused a minute before kissing him. She didn't want to frighten him. He might rim.
She leaned and planted her lips on his. Then withdrew. She heard a short gasp from him. She kissed him again, a second longer this time, and again withdrew. His chest heaved once or twice, and he didn't take his eyes off her. When she leaned to kiss him a third time, he was ready. He kissed her back. Or rather he pecked her.
It was a beginning, Linda thought.
She grasped him by both cheeks then and this time, in a long and drawn-out kiss, placed her tongue between his lips and gently drilled it in. Her firm pressure caused him to open his mouth. Linda seized the opportunity to explore all the inner recesses of his warm, wet mouth. Only smacking and grunting sounds could be heard.
He was sighing audibly now at intervals. He clutched her arm clumsily and she brought his hand slowly, patiently, down to her right tit. There was an awkward, guttural hiss deep in his throat when he touched her there, as if he'd held his breath for years to touch a woman in that place. Now he could relax. His fingers and hand were squeezing in all the right places. Linda had never before encountered such eager hands.
She quickly pushed his hand down her low-cut dress, down and inside the bra, till he was grasping flesh. He squeezed her breast till it hurt. He found the fine pink nipple and squeezed that, too. He rolled it around in the palm of his hand.
She would get him all hot before she would go back to the car to get a blanket. She didn't want him running away.
This time HE kissed HER. He tilted his head awkwardly to hers and smacked her on the lips. Then he inserted his tongue, as she had, and drove it, slowly at first, and then wildly, in and out of her mouth. His tongue was thick and wet and divine.
Linda devoured it eagerly. She impaled her mouth on it. She sucked on it. And she felt his hand descend down her body, from her naked breast to her leg. Up, up, went the hand underneath her black lace dress. It touched the bare flesh above the gartered hose she wore. It fingered the delicate, soft flesh. Her pussy dripped honey into her tight lace panties.
She squirmed in his anus. "Oh, you wonderful hunk of male flesh," she drooled between kisses.
"Look, I've gotta fetch a blanket from the car. I don't want to ruin this dress. Okay?" She tried to pull from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go.
"No, you're changing your mind," Gordon said. A frown passed over his face and he bit his lower lip.
"No? What! Are you crazy? To leave a young hunk of man like you? You've gotta be joking. Now let go and I'll be right back."
"No, I won't let you go. You're a cock-teaser like all the rest."
"What? What are you talking about? All the rest of who? I'm no adolescent. I thought that went out in the fifties."
"No, not out here it didn't," Gordon answered, rubbing his crotch.
"You poor boy. You must be starved for sex. Look, I'll make it up to you, what all those priggish girls did to you." She rubbed his gigantic hard-on affectionately. She traced its entire length with her fingers. She patted it fondly and struggled to her feet.
"I'll be right back."
"No!" he said, and pulled her back down. His voice was insistent. Determined. "You aren't going anywhere until you put out for me."
Linda frowned. "That's a disgusting expression." She scratched her head. "It sounds so... so forced. Like it's work or something. A chore. I never found sex a chore in my life, dear. And I'm not about to for a long, long time. Now will you let me get up and get that blanket, or do you want to get it?"
"I'll get it," Gordon said. He struggled to his feet and hobbled over to the car, clutching his groin all the while. He certainly did have a hard-on, Linda observed. It pushed his scout pants out, giving them the look of a pup tent.
Gordon came back with the blanket and a contorted expression on his face. "Here," he said and tossed the blanket to Linda. She immediately spread it out and began pulling off her dress.
Gordon sank to his knees and unzipped his fly. His cock came crashing out of his boxer shorts.
"Can I call you Linda?" She nodded and looked at him questioningly. "I-I'm afraid I haven't been a very good scout. I didn't come prepared. You know. Prophylactics." He blushed.
"They make them now in the color you're blushing. Did you know that?" Linda smiled gently. "No need for them, Gordon. No need for rubbers. I'm on the pill."
"Oh."
"You know about the pill, don't you?" Linda stood up and wiggled out of her panties. Gordon's eyes were riveted on her pelvis, pussy and thighs.
He only nodded, and kept staring at her. She was naked now except for her bra which clung at an awkward angle around her chest.
"Would you, please, Gordon?" she asked and twirled about so he could reach the clasp. She bent down so her ass jutted practically in his face.
He nodded again and was still nodding even after he finished unclasping her bra. She turned around again so he could see her entire naked body.
"You're beautiful," said Gordon. "Ravishing. Stunning. I don't know why you're doing this for me. I don't know why you want me."
"Why not? Just call it my good deed for the day, Gordon."
Linda was on all fours now on the blanket and crawling toward him. A loon's wail pierced the quiet. It was dusk.
Linda's breasts hung like mammoth melons. Gordon seized one and squeezed it as she came near him. Her hand grasped his boxer shorts and squeezed the mammoth cock. She quickly made him stand and pull down his pants and shorts.
There, before her eyes, was the largest cock she'd ever had the pleasure of tackling.
She took his long, thick instrument in both her hands. She whacked away at it. His staff was a pleasure to hold. It was stiff and cocksure and she felt its muscle work in and out of her hands.
"See?" she said to Gordon. "I'm not one to kiss and run. I go through with things. Because I want to. I like sex. I'm leaving my husband because he can't give me enough. Are you clear on that point?"
"So that's your story, huh? Ohhhh, Linda, that feels good. Mmmmmm, oh, that's great. Oh, help, I can't hold it for long."
"Yes, that's my stow. You're good for several rounds, aren't you, dear?"
She jacked him off even harder now, feeling around the moist, circumcised, cockhead and the narrow ridge under it. When she leaned to kiss the sensitive puckered area beneath, to touch it with the very tip of her wet tongue, he went ape.
"Ohhhhh, my God, oh, I'm going to come, uh-oh, you don't want me to come in your mouth, do you? Don't do that. Better not do that. I-I'm Catholic, Linda."
"You don't want to confess it?" Linda gasped between licks, horrified. "Well, honey, better to have loved and repent, I guess, than never..."
She couldn't help it. She had to lick it. She took the whole cockhead in her mouth and sucked on if voraciously, like a crazed, half-starved woman, like the woman that she was.
She licked rapidly all over the cock's surface. His attempt to tug away from her quickly faded under the expert persuasions of her warm moist tongue.
She licked all the way down the cock shaft to the base, lodged in a mass of black pubic hair. She squirmed down for a better lick at his balls, bobbing below the hair and she lapped those too. He squirmed and moaned his pleasure.
He clasped her head in his hands and ran his fingers down through her long hair that was now tousled around her arm and his cock.
Linda kept jacking the stiff flesh as her mouth made its way back to the cockhead. Then she lay down. Gordon positioned himself over her head, and she took his cock down her throat.
"Fuck me, fuck my mouth," Linda crooned with Gordon's meat in her mouth. "Fuck my throat. Go on. I dare you, cage scout. You'll get an award if you do."
Gordon, mounted on her, moved his pelvis and hips and huge, muscular thighs rapidly back and forward, plunging in and out of her gaping mouth. "More, more, Gordon," she mumbled.
He penetrated her mouth further, working the cock back more and more touching the back of her oral cavity. Her moist lips sucked on it and her hot oven-like breath wafted sweetly over it. Finally the cockhead found its way down into her throat cavity.
It made her gag at first. She felt like she was choking. Then she began breathing easily, around the sides of the cock, taking pains not to gag. The cock felt so good lodged in her throat like that. He fucked her throat gently then she signaled him to give her the works.
Meanwhile she played with her pussy. Gordon was a beginner. He couldn't be expected to think of things like that. So she fingered her own sizzling pussy flesh, penetrating her cunt hole, juicy and dripping, and bringing out the thick honey, twirling her fingers around her gaping hole.
"Nghnnghngh," he was groaning as the first few drops of come were dribbling from his slit.
She held tight to his thigh with one hand, bracing her weight against it, as she continued finger-fucking her wet pussy with the other.
She licked and sucked his prick feverishly now. She knew he was going to come any second. And he did, gushing into her mouth and pouring cum down her throat.
She nearly gagged on it, the fluid was so thick and prolific. But she took it, a little at a time, a mouthful at a time. She kept swallowing as fast as it came. She gulped and sucked and sucked and gulped. She sucked all the remaining fluid out of the shrinking prick.
Then she let the penis fall out of her gasping mouth. Her chest heaved. She was panting. Then she went to work on her own pussy. She was so hot and horny she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, Gordon, help me, help me, honey." She began shoving both her hands and all her fingers into her twat.
Gordon eased down onto the blanket, exhausted. And just in time, for a car was going by very slowly. The two lovers looked up. The could barely see it through the bushes. It continued on out of sight.
"How do I help you?" asked Gordon. "Boy, I feel great. Terrific. Wait'll I tell the guys in the troop about this!"
"Better not," Linda advised. "At least don't tell them who your partner was." She pushed her finger over her clit and rubbed frantically.
"But they'll never believe me unless I do," Gordon said. He turned on his side and began feeling her pubic hair, rubbing his hands in the thick blond growth and pulling the hairs till they made little raised places on her pussy flesh.
"Ow, don't pull my hair," said Linda. "Please, help me, Gordon. Get down to business. We don't have much time."
Gordon leaned over and kissed and sucked on her tit as he mauled the other with his left hand.
"Atta, boy," sighed Linda. "Mmmmmm, oh, yes, like that. Make the nipple wet. Lick on it. Suck on it. Ohhhh, that feels good." She kept finger-fucking her pussy rapidly. "Now drop your left hand to my pussy. I'm Gordon. Please. Oh, I need you there."
Gordon did as he was told. His large fingers delved into her pussy hole as her own fingers reluctantly abandoned it. He inserted one thick finger deep into her hole and she cried out in wild abandon.
"That's it, Gordon," she panted. "Like that, boy. Ohhhhh, deep, go deeper, go clear up to the cervix. Yes, there, that's the cervix. Roll your finger around inside of me! Mmmmmmm!"
"You're so wet," he said, looking at her. "Is that alright?"
"Yes, of course, Gordon, it's all right. Just do more of it. See? Mmmmmm. I'm getting bigger. I'm gaping. Oh, feel me, feel me inside, Gordon! Use two fingers!"
Gordon inserted his forefinger into her cunt along with his middle finger.
"Yes, oh, yes, oh, that's wonderful! Mmmmmm!" Two of his thick fingers filled her to capacity. She was now chock full of Gordon's fingers.
Her own finger was flitting rapidly over, her clit now.
"Show me how to do that," Gordon begged. "What is that there? What are you doing?"
"Mmmnmmm," Linda moaned as she whacked away, rubbing hard, making her love bud swell. "It's-it's my clit. Clitoris. Can't be technical at a time like this, Gordon. Just rub it. Rub it hard!"
Gordon did so. "There?"
"Over to the right a bit."
"There?" Gordon changed position and leaned now full length over her. He had a bird's-eye view of her pussy.
He was examining the fleshy folds of her pussy cleavage with the eye of a lab technician. He parted the slit lips and saw where she was pointing.
"Yes, there," sighed Linda when he found her clit. He rubbed. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, honey!"
He was a good lover, that Gordon. Already his hands and finger were going every which way our her fine luscious body, tweaking her nipples and mauling her tits, gouging deeply into her craving cunt hole, and rubbing her budding clit, until her whole groin exploded into a flew orgasm!
She humped against his hands, panting and craving to satisfy herself once and for all. "Oh, morn, more, Gordon, oh, da it more!" she cried. "MORE!"
He rubbed frantically and she humped frantically. The itching reached a crescendo in her body once again, higher the second time, and subsided.
Her chest heaved. "Oh, that was wonderful. Oh, Gordon, thank you. Thank you, honey. Oh, I feel good. I feel great again. Mmmmmmm."
"In what way?" Gordon couldn't keep his hands off her. "How do you feel when you come? You look terrific. So sexy."
Linda opened her eyes. "That's sweet. You're so much nicer now. You've improved a hundred per cent in the last half hour. See what sex does for you?"
Gordon laughed. She went on.
"It's just like an itching and a rising and a craving for release, from the itch and from the tightness, the tension. Then zoom! You're off and exploding. It's tremendous. You must feel something like that."
"Well," sighed Gordon. "A pay just aches to release it, I guess. His balls chum. The gunk has to go somewhere."
"So you know all the words after all."
"Never used them with anyone before. I've filled the toilet with gallons, with buckets of my cream. It gets lonely stroking at midnight."
Linda looked at him and smiled. She passed her hand over his brow and raised herself to kiss him. "I imagine it does," she said gently. "You'll just have to find yourself a girl friend."
"I don't know anyone who does it, who'll do it with in," Gordon explained.
"Seek and you shall find," said Linda. "Now that you aren't afraid anymore, now that you know what it's all about, I predict things will get better for you."
"I wasn't afraid before," said Gordon defensively.
"No, I know you weren't," said Linda. She paused. "You know there's something else a woman likes to feel."
"What's that?" said Gordon, looking up and tousling her hair tenderly.
"She likes to be filled. She likes to be filled with a man's giant hard cock. She likes him to fuck her and empty his spunk right into her cunt. That's what it's all about. As far back as Adam." And Linda's hand went to Gordon's slack penis and began jacking it.
"Oh," said Gordon smiling. "Well, good luck, if you can. I imagine you're good at that, getting it up again, I mean. Tell me, how many men have you had?"
"Oh, I lost count," Linda said, not wanting to discuss the subject.
"Really?" asked Gordon, perking his ears. "Boy, I hope I can say that some day."
"You will, you will," Linda said confidently. "With a slick like yours, you'll need a manager."
Gordon laughed. "You know something? You make me feel good."
"I'm glad, baby. Now make me feel good." And she felt the boy's cock respond to her slow and patient whacking.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Gordon softly. Disbelievingly, he watched his stick grow, he watched his muscle stuff itself with blood, blood rolling through his veins. His balls stirred again.
"Mmmmmmm, I knew you could do it, I knew you had it in you, Gordon."
There was silence for a minute. Linda rubbed and rubbed until she had a good stiff erection going. Then she rubbed some more to make sure it was rock-hard.
She carried saliva from her mouth to the hard cockhead and lubricated it. No need to get involved with sucking him off again. She wanted to make sure he got it in her pussy where she needed it the most.
She jacked the engorged dick a few seconds longer, then tugged it gently towards her. "You can put it in, Gordon. Go ahead. Your first woman. Mount me. Get on me."
Gordon clambered awkwardly atop her and assumed a high push-up position. His stiff cock jutted straight out in front of him and grazed Linda's soft thigh.
She spread her legs wide, exposing her juicy cunt hole to the proddings of his cockhead. "Go in, go in," she coaxed him.
He rammed against her pussy hard and bumbling. He couldn't find the hole. Linda grabbed his stiff staff and nudged it against her inner pussy lips. Gordon gasped. So near to the pot of gold.
Linda guided his prick into her, finding the hole and letting him thrust his cock in. He sent his prick flying halfway up her cunt hole.
"Nghnnghngh," groaned Linda. "Go easy. Be gentle. Ah, that's it. Easy does it." She bore down as Gordon moved the remaining part of his dick deep into her. "Ohhhh, tooooooo much! Fuck me now, Gordon! Fuck me!"
Gordon plunged his dick straight up her again, after pulling nearly out.
"Nghnghngh," moaned Linda. "N quite so hard, I told you!" She guided him by setting up a rhythm of her own. She thrust back with her hips. Then she thrust her pelvis up and forward and grabbed his hard, muscled buttocks, pulling him forward at the same time.
Chapter Ten
Linda had a chance to freshen up in the motel restroom before entering the noisy party. She didn't look too bad for having just seduced a Boy Scout at the reservoir. She paper-toweled herself between her legs when no one else was looking. She toweled the musty, easily detected odor of semen away.
She quickly dropped her dress-skin when a woman entered. The woman, young and pretty, entered a stall, weaving.
Linda shrugged. Boozing it. She'd never notice. Linda brushed off her dress with her hand. She applied her make-up quickly. I need more dresses, she was thinking. I must have time for that sewing class. How can I sandwich it between the assertiveness training class and the flute lessons? Well, I'll manage it, she thought.
It was now or never. Linda gave one last look into the mirror. She emerged from the restroom and made her way to the large dining room. No one stopped her as she entered.
She edged between people, smiling at each man who looked her way, till she got to the bar. "V.O. and seven," she said.
"Well, how did YOU get in?" said a male voice behind her. She creamed into her panties.
Coolly she turned and addressed Frankie. "How nice to see you again!" she replied, ignoring his question. She eyed him, half seductively and half ready to throw her drink in his face if he dared to insult or reject her again.
"You have surviving power," he commented. He stared her down, then leaned over to kiss her on the lips.
His warm lips broke the ice. "How have you been?" she asked, only a shade on guard now, and only slightly resenting his sudden familiarity.
"Fine. I fly out of here tomorrow. Thank God. Was a terrific experience -- don't mean to insult your ton," he said cautiously.
"But you miss your family. Your wife," she filled in.
"Yes. But Chicago mostly," he said drily. "How did my friend work out for you there? I hesitate to ask."
"Fine, just fine. It won't happen again, I assure you. I needed just enough to get me out of a financial nit. He was more than generous."
"I dare say you were too. You have an expensive body, my dear. You mustn't throw it around like that."
"I'm having fun, Frankie. Getting to know different types. Of men." Visions of cocks danced in her head.
He laughed. "I must say, you will succeed at anything you try. That's a good sign. Still considering the theater?"
She shrugged. "Haven't thought much more about it. Maybe. Why not?"
"It may deliver the moral boost you need. What about your husband?"
"I have no idea. I don't miss him when I go out evenings. But it's nice to know he'll be there when I go home."
"You hope he'll be there!"
His statement gave her pause. She shrugged it off. She liked Frankie. Quite a bit in fact. Though she couldn't forget that time when he'd judged her so.
"Forgive me?" she said.
He nodded. "Here's looking at you." He raised his glass and they both drank. "I was expecting someone else tonight. A local friend. Not as pretty as you, I might add."
"Ohhhh?" Linda pretended innocence. Here's to Elaine.
"She hasn't shown up. It's just as well. I'd like to take you home with me instead."
"Home?" asked Linda.
"My temporary home. The hotel." He paused, and raised his hand dramatically in a sweeping gesture. "Well, it just occurred to me, why not Chicago, too?"
"You should leave home," said Frankie, raising his head. Linda shrugged. The cab hit a bump and he nearly tumbled down on top of her. They laughed.
"Sorry, folks," apologized the cabbie.
"Ever made it in the back of a taxi?" asked Frankie in a low voice.
Linda shook her head. "Have you?"
"Once. Paid the cab driver a lot of money. Told him to drive out to the edge of town where it was darker."
Linda raised her eyebrows. "Must be exciting. Chicago, I mean."
"Well, it's a cut above this place. You'd like it. You have a standing invitation." The cab stopped in front of the hotel.
He took her arm going through the lobby and looked neither to the right nor the left. It was Linda who looked all around, slightly self-conscious, noticing everyone -- the desk clerk, the bellhop. When the bellhop nodded and Frankie didn't look up, Linda tugged on his arm.
"Oh, good evening," he nodded and pressed the elevator button. "I'm very tired," he said. "It's been a long day. I've got to pack yet tonight."
"I'll help you," said Linda.
"You can help in other ways," Frankie said mischievously, mauling her tit and groin in the otherwise empty elevator.
"Yes, oh yes, a thousand times, yes," quipped Linda.
Inside the room, with the door closed, Frankie grabbed her, pulled her to him.
She wondered if she would feel funny in a second man's arms the same night. She thought a minute, holding Frankie close. No, she reasoned. Gordon was a boy. Frankie was a man. She was very fond of him, she knew. She needed him all the way.
Her breasts grazed Frankie's chest. He unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. Then he eased his hand inside the low neckline and fastened on her tit. "Mmmmmmmm, nice to be back home again," he sighed. "Nice to feel this again. So nice and firm."
His other hand went to her groin. He rubbed her hard. He pressed his own hard swelling against her. Her hand went down to unzip him. She felt the familiar tight bikini jocks. She rubbed him for a minute, then eased her hand down his pants and grabbed the massive dick and began fondling it.
"Oh, your hand feels so good on my cock," sighed Frankie.
"It feels good in my hand," Linda whispered. She turned her face up to Frankie's again, and he kissed her hard, whisking his tongue right through her soft, wet lips and thrusting deep and hard inside her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, sucking his tongue halfway down her throat. "Let me do this to your dick," she begged. The dress came off then and the panties and the bra. Linda prayed for no telltale signs of her encounter on the bank of the reservoir.
She tugged at the belt in his pants and loosened them. They fell bra collar at his ankles. He stepped out of them. Then the jock shorts, with a tug here and there, came off of his thick stick and thighs, with difficulty. She helped him off with his shirt and tie.
They fell into bed together, mauling and clawing one another's bodies. They were half-starved for each other.
"Put it in," begged Linda for a second time that night. "Put it right in." Maybe a man could finish what a boy had started.
"Yes, ma'am, at your service. I'd love to plant this between your lovely thighs."
And he did. He pressed his smoldering cock into her already gaping, gushing hole. It slid right in without effort.
"Ahhhhhh, that's better," said Linda. She held her man tight in her arms. She pressed her groin against his. She pushed her pelvis up against his and ground her naked body against him, feeling his dick go deep inside her.
She twisted and turned her pelvis against it, feeling the cock deeply imbedded in her cunt hole. She milked and sucked it with her clasping cunt walls.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "All night, did you say?"
"All night, sweetie," Frankie answered, thrusting wildly in and out of her dewy hole. "All night."
