Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading "the good life," enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our lifestyle.
Florence Baker is a typical young suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband's increasing neglect lead her into acts she never dreamed herself capable of. With each day, she finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
WIFE ON THE RUN is a novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society's prohibitions.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Outside, a dog barked. Florence Baker's eyes fluttered open, then closed again. The dog barked again, louder. "Goddamn dog," she muttered, and stretched languidly. The sheet felt good against her naked body. Florence always slept naked.
She was aware of the sunlight streaming into the room. It was early, but the room was already getting hot. The sheet slid off her huge tits and the heat from the sun brought her nipples up hard. "Fucking Goddamn dog," she muttered again, and turned away from the window. She dozed off and quickly started to dream, a pleasant erotic dream. Her nipples stayed hard. She squirmed, moaning softly.
A soft smile played with her lips and her arm brushed against her husband's side. He was lying on his back, also nude. Her fingers traced a path up over his hairy belly, down into his thick pubic bush, and down the length of his cock. Archie Baker had a big cock, even soft. Her nails teased the half exposed head and it started to stretch out. The smile widened on Florence's lips as the thing swelled under her hand.
Her dream grew more vivid, bringing a warm glow to her cunt. Her fingers softly circled Archie's rising prick. Her dream wasn't about Archie.
Archie roused from his sleep, barely aware of what was making him feel so good. His eyes opened and he glanced down, saw the tent his rod made in the sheet, and realized his wife was holding his cock. He reached under the sheet and pressed her fingers tighter around his cock. He felt good and horny, he always did in the morning, and started pushing his cock back and forth in her hand. His urge to come was strong and he thrust into her hand, contemplating jacking himself off this way.
He held her fist on his prick with one hand while the other strayed to Florence's big tit. He felt the nipple already hard and traced a circle, then moved down her belly until his fingers felt the first wispy hairs. They were as soft as silk and grew thicker as he neared the top of her lovely gash.
Florence moaned when his fingers touched her cunt. Her hand pulled from his cock and she rolled over onto her side, her back to him. Archie was awake now, and moved onto his side. He cuddled up, putting his arm around her body, and nestled his hard-on into the crack of her ass. Gently, he pressed against her, his cock throbbing against her ass hole.
She snuggled back against him and he rolled a hard nipple between his fingers. He moved his hand to the other tit and caressed the nipple. She gave a little shiver. He moved his hand down over her belly, toying with her navel before sliding into the hair again. The hair was so soft and she had so much of it. He played a bit, then slid his finger down through her deep slit; she was good and wet. She sighed, half awakening.
His prick was swollen and hot, and felt like it was about to explode. She hunched back against him, pushing the tip of his cock harder against her ass. He wanted to shove it inside, to release the mounting pressure, but didn't want it to end quite yet.
His cock was leaking now, the head slick with ooze, and he gently probed at the puckered hole. He took hold of his cock and slid it back and forth between her buttocks, tightening her ass hole each time it slid by. He stopped at the hole and pushed in, getting half his glans into her ass. Florence moaned and pushed back against him.
"No, honey, you mustn't," she said softly, not pulling away. "It's almost time to get up."
"We've got time," he said, kissing her on the neck just below her ear.
She smiled, but he couldn't see her. She stretched her legs and pushed back with her butt. Her ass seemed to open a little and the head of his cock went in. She grunted and smiled again.
"I really should get breakfast started," she said.
"Breakfast is already on its way," Archie said. He was about an inch past the glans in her ass. He tried to fuck, but it was too tight. He pushed a little deeper.
"Awful tight, honey; don't hurt me," Florence said, enjoying the half pain, half pleasure his thick cock was giving her.
"Can't reach the vaseline," he grunted, "and feels too good to pull it out."
"Does feel good," she sighed. She was panting. "Move it a little, make it feel better."
He stroked a few times, pulling his foreskin back hard. The stimulation on his head was fantastic. It was so tight and hot. It was just beginning to loosen when the alarm clock went off. Archie half turned and made a swipe at the clock. It flew off the stand, sailed across the room still ringing, hit the floor and bounced, still ringing, hit the floor again, and went silent.
"Goddammit, Archie, we lose more alarm clocks like that," Florence said.
His jerking motion pulled his cock from her asshole. "Shit," he said. He reached out and pulled her over on her back. "Let's get with it," he said.
"You'll be late for work," she said, but her legs fell open and she grabbed his hips when he came down between them. His cock slid wetly through her crack until she grabbed it and found the spot. They both groaned as it punched inside.
He lifted one of her huge tits with his hand, bent down, and took the nipple in his mouth, his cock going deeper all the while.
Florence loved it when he sucked a tit while he fucked. Her tits were very sensitive. She could come sometimes when he wrapped the big, floppy things around his cock and jerked off. When the wet stuff squirted out and splashed against her chin or just oozed out between her fat tits, shivers raced up her spine. .
"Yeh, yeh, suck 'em, Archie," she moaned, her arms around his head, mashing his face against her breast.
The muscles in the back of Archie's legs tightened as he pushed in. Her cunt opened wide to take him. He had a big cock, almost nine inches, and quite thick. When he was all the way home, she felt completely filled, happy. It was the one thing about Archie that she couldn't find any fault. Her knees were up and each time he pushed in she could feel it pull her cunt lips, jerking her excited clit, and each time he came out she would let her knees fall way and quickly pull them back in when he started thrusting. It made for a tight and very exciting fuck.
Archie felt like her snatch was pulling his cock off and knew he would make it without much effort. He push-pulled, the tingle growing with each stroke. He could almost feel the hole in the end of his cock come open to spit its goo into her hungry quim. The stuff lurched from his scrotum and fattened his cock as it sped for release. He gave a loud grunt and felt the stuff spill out, shooting in heavy wad after heavy wad.
When she realized he was coming inside her, she felt her own spend getting close. She loved it when he came, loved to feel his slime filling her and squishing around his cock until it started oozing out, filling her hair, leaking down to the crack of her ass, finding her asshole.
At the feel of his first spurt, her legs came up and wrapped over his back. She pulled him in tight, holding him there while he squirted. When hisjizz started leaking, she started to come. Her head flailed from side to side on her pillow and her nails dug into his back. Tingling heat spread out from her cunt.
The more he came, the more pleasure she felt, and when he peaked and started to slow, she came again, harder than the first time.
"Now, baby ... fuck me now ... don't stop yet, please don't stop yet," she squealed. She was almost bent in a U, with her legs tightly over his back, and reached down and grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled him tight to keep him inside. "Oh, Goddamn, honey! God, good, coming so hard, feels so nice. I can feel your come squeezing out all over everything. Fuck me just a moment longer ... coming so fucking hard!"
He felt her legs fall away, felt her go soft and limp, her hands sliding to her sides. He had her fatties bunched under him and pressed down hard with his hairy chest, sliding his hard pectoral back and forth against her bulging nipples. He tried to stroke into her, couldn't, and lay heavily on her soft, fleshy body. He was breathing hard, completely exhausted, completely sated.
He remained like that for several minutes, and then raised himself up at arm's length, pulling his cock from her juicy cunt. He reached down, propped on one hand, and flipped his rubbery monster onto her mound. He watched while the last watery goo leaked onto her thick, silky mat. He gave a deep groan and toppled over and lay on his back.
Florence sat up. "You better get with it or you'll be late," she said.
"Gimme a minute to rest. I'm fucked out," he said.
"Shit," Florence said, "I thought you'd want to go one more time."
He laughed hard. "Right now, I feel like I'll never be able to go again. It's a cinch I won't feel like it until I get to the old sweat shop."
Florence reached down and grabbed his cock. "You better not be getting any down at the old sweat shop." She squeezed hard.
"Ouch, let go, I won't, I promise." She let go. "I wouldn't do that, honey. You know I only have eyes for you."
"Well, that Miss-or is it Ms. Teasley?-seems to have eyes for you. She looks like a pretty hot bundle, too."
"I never noticed," Archie said.
She grabbed his cock again. "Like hell you haven't. Don't lie to me, Archie Baker."
"I noticed, I noticed," he screamed. She loosened her grip. "She's sleeping with a musician, I think. A big, black dude; probably has a cock a foot long."
"Hey, will you introduce him? Sounds like he has something I'd like. A foot long, you say?" Archie reached out and slapped her ass. "A foot and a half, maybe, but you ain't going to find out. You can't take that much, anyway."
"Wanna bet?" Florence said, rubbing the spot where he'd swatted her. "That hurt, you asshole." She swung her feet off the bed and reached for a cigarette. She lit up and drug deep, letting the blue haze trickle from her nose. She finally got up and headed for the toilet. "Gotta pee," she said.
Archie watched her cross the room, her fat little ass wagging at him. There's enough woman there for any man alive, he thought.
Florence Baker stood four foot eleven in heels; Archie was six feet even. What Florence lacked in height, she made up for in other ways. Her tits were huge, soft and fat and round; her hips and thighs were full, maybe too full, not the build of a model, but compact and built for comfort. She was pretty as a picture with a round face, huge blue eyes, and a dimple in each cheek. She was a true blonde, all over, her muff the blondest of all. She always swore she was going to slim down, but her many appetites were too strong.
Archie heard her peeing, pulled up his knees, and smiled. She was his little baby doll, and he loved her. He loved her the minute he laid eyes on her; that was a little over eleven years ago. He married her three months after their first date. He was only nineteen then, and she was a year younger. She looked as good now at twenty-eight as she had then; a little fatter, perhaps, but Archie liked his women chubby.
Archie was a big, uncoordinated fellow with a happy, homely face. A shock of brown hair always hung on his forehead. He was hairy all over, his arms, his chest, his back, his legs. Everybody liked old Archie; he seemed to be always in a good mood.
He heard the water running, heard her brushing her teeth. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He came up behind her and hugged her, his hands sliding down into the blonde muff nestled at her crotch.
"Not now, Archie, I have a headache," she said, laughing. "I gotta get breakfast started, anyway."
After he was dressed, Archie shambled into the kitchen and dropped heavily onto a chair. His breakfast was ready, and he slurped the hot coffee and sopped a piece of toast in the goo from his eggs while he watched Florence prance around the kitchen. She wore a little silk robe that barely covered her ass and was open in front, nothing else. He massacred half a dozen sunny-side-up eggs while he watched her ample mammaries sway dizzily from left to right. He was sure she had more tit than was necessary and felt dizzy just watching them.
Before he was finished, Florence came over and sat on his lap. She kissed him between bites, rolling her ass against the growing bulge in his pants. Archie still couldn't figure his wife out; she was really a little nutty. She would hold out on him one day and fuck him silly the next. He didn't understand her, but he was accustomed to her screwy whims and knew what he didn't get today he would get double tomorrow. Today was a double day, he decided. He guessed he just went for screwy broads.
Florence had turned to face him, straddling his lap. She put both arms around his neck and kissed him, her fat little tongue squirting into his mouth.
"You're my big old bear," she said, and kissed him again.
"Yeh," Archie said.
"It feels like you're getting a hard-on."
"Yeh," Archie said.
"Why don't you take him out and let him lay against my belly?"
"I'll be late for work if I do."
"You've been late before," Florence said.
Archie grinned and reached for his zipper. His knuckles dug into her cunt while he unzipped. She squirmed, wanting one of his big fingers in her cunt. It was a struggle, but he finally got his cock out and pressed it up against her soft belly. She slid close to him, and with both arms around his neck, masturbated him between their bodies.
"That feels good, Archie; I like your cock rubbing against my belly. It makes me hot."
"You don't need anything to make you hot."
"Sometimes I don't. I'll bet if I raised up you could get it someplace that feels even better."
She raised up on her toes. "You put it in, Archie," she said.
Archie reached down and grasped his pecker. He was as hard as he had been earlier. He swabbed it back and forth in her deep trench a few times before pushing the knob against her wet hole. He gave a little grunt and let the soggy thing swallow the whole head.
Florence gave a little grunt, and still on her toes, let her pussy suck the fat knob. She swayed her hips, fucking the head only until her cunt throbbed with excitement, and then let her weight down. Slowly, inch by inch, her cunt swallowed his cock until the whole nine inches was buried. She started bobbing, her feet on the rungs of the chair. She liked it this way; it was one of her favorite positions. She could control it like this and come as quickly or as slowly as she desired. She desired to come quickly this morning.
"Yeh, Archie, yeh," she moaned, "your baby's gonna come, but don't you come; I have something special for you."
Archie tried to relax so he wouldn't come. He liked it when she had something special for him.
Florence held him tight, her head on his shoulder, and worked herself off on the spike shoved up her cunt. She came hard, the little sparks flying, her cunt tightening on his cock as the sharp spasms jolted up her spine.
"I'm coming, Archie ... oh, fuck, I'm coming!" she cried, hunching hard against his zipped crotch. Even the zipper felt good. "Feels good, honey, baby's cunt feels so good. Ooooooh yeh, love it!"
She continued her gyrations for almost a minute, then went limp. She sat quietly on his hard cock for another minute before she raised her head. "That was good, Archie, now I'll make you come, too."
She lifted up off his cock and went to her knees in front of him. His cock was wet and gooey and slid easily between her bunched up tits. She masturbated him slowly between her tits, stopping when she thought he might come. She brought him close three times and then grabbed the shaft in her fist and dropped her mouth down over the leaking head. She sucked hard, her hand moving up and down the shaft.
Archie groaned with pleasure. She was really in heat this morning. She didn't suck his cock very often. He loved it when she did. Her mouth was so warm and so wet, and sucked so insistently. He grunted and lifted up when the first wad spurted into her mouth.
Her fist went to the base of his cock. She squeezed hard and drew it up to her lips, sending another gob into her mouth. She repeated it several times, squeezing out his thick milk each time. Archie was hurting and her mouth was full, so she let go of his dong, tilted back her head and let the delightful stuff trickle down her throat. It was hot and tasted smoky, a little salty, too. She liked the taste.
Archie patted her on the head. "That was great, Flo, just great," he said. "I won't be worth a shit the rest of the day."
"Poor Ms. Teasley," Florence said.
"Yeh. She'll have to go without, at least until this afternoon."
"Bastard," Florence said, and whacked his cock with her hand.
"Ouch," Archie said.
He looked at the big wet spot in his pants and then at his watch. "I better change pants. Ms. Teasley might not understand," he said.
He jumped up, knocking over the chair, in time to avoid her swing. She had her fist doubled this time, and hit him hard just above the knee. She was a jealous little devil, and would have hit him in the balls if she could.
CHAPTER TWO
Florence poured a cup of steaming coffee and sat down at the table. She liked it so hot that it burned her tongue. She lifted her big boobs and rested them on the table. The table was cold, sending shivers down her back. She put the coffee cup against one of her nipples; it swelled and grew hard, sending another shiver down her spine, a different kind of shiver. She slid the cup to her other nipple. Yes, it was going to be a good day, a prime day.
She decided it was because of the way the day started, the way Archie stuck his cock in her ass. It was a good way to say good morning. Yesterday, she hadn't cared one way or the other.
She drank three cups of coffee and smoked four cigarettes before she had to get up and go pee. She decided not to clean the kitchen until later. Hell, it was a small apartment, there was only the two of them; she could clean the whole thing in an hour. Most of it was still clean from yesterday, anyway.
She went into the bedroom and took a plastic bag from the back of one of the drawers in her vanity. She rolled a tight roach from the contents of the plastic bag and lit up. Dragging deep, she held the smoke for a long time before exhaling and drawing in again. She went up like a balloon.
She smoked it all the way down and snubbed it out, then turned down the bed and let her robe slide to the floor. She rolled another, stretched out on the" bed on her back, and lit up. The sun had warmed the sheets and she felt like she was floating on a warm lake; she even imagined she could hear the waves slapping gently against a sandy beach.
She thought about the boy who sold her the stuff. He lived in an apartment with his mother and father across the street and he was only seventeen. He had a big cock for a boy of seventeen. It wouldn't have mattered, though, because the last time he fucked her she was so high that his cock felt like it was two feet long. Her first two buys she made at the laundromat, but felt it was too risky and told him to bring it to her apartment; besides, the cost was cutting too deep into her butter and egg money. She came to the door in panties and bra and offered a swap. The next time she met him naked. It was fun to watch the young buck undress and then smoke a sample of the new batch and see how long they could fuck without coming. She wished it was his day to come by.
She finally got up, still floating a little,, and put on a sheer, net brassiere. It hid nothing, but held them up a little and kept them from bouncing quite so much. They still bounced, though. Next she stepped into a pair of pale blue bikinis and pulled them up tight into the crack of her ass. It felt so nice she did the same to her pussy. It looked like no pants at all. She pulled a short sleeved sweater with a scoop neck over her head; it looked two sizes too small. Inspecting herself in front of the mirror, she decided she should wear a skirt, and selected a mini. High heels, a quick brush through her hair, and some makeup and she was ready to go. She stopped, not quite. She rolled several roaches and put them in her purse.
Florence left the apartment and walked one block to a little bar on the comer. She slid onto a stool at the bar. "Two double shots, Harry," she said.
Harry poured out two doubles and put them on the bar with a glass of water. "Been gettin' any, Flo?" he said.
"Whenever I get the chance," she said, and tossed one down.
"Ain't seen you lately. How's old Archie?"
"He's better'n nothin'," she said.
Harry leaned on the bar on his elbows and tried to look down the front of her sweater. His mouth watered.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Harry?" Florence said.
"The best set of boobs in town," he said.
Florence smiled. She was proud of her overabundant bosom.
Harry remembered the one time he had gotten next to her. She and Archie had come down for a few drinks and Archie ended up getting drunk. It was closing time so Harry offered to help get him home. After they got him in bed, Florence offered him a drink. They sat on the couch and had their drink. He was a little drunk himself and put his hand on her knee. When she didn't object, he slid his hand all the way to her cunt. She wasn't wearing any panties and didn't object again. One thing led to another and he fucked her on the couch. That was one red hot fuck. It happened over a year ago and he still wondered if Archie had been completely out. Archie was a pretty big guy, even if he was good natured.
"Been gettin' any on the couch lately?" she said.
"Not lately," he said, surprised. She'd never mentioned it since it happened, or even acted like he was alive.
"Maybe you should try ... sometime," she said, and tossed down the second double. She slid off the barstool, straightened her little skirt, and left the bar.
Florence walked half a block, stopping at a bus stop, and caught the first bus that came by. There was only one person on the bus, a man, and she went down the aisle and sat opposite him. She gave him a quick, coy smile, and turned her gaze out the window. She crossed her legs and dropped a hand into her lap, slowly inching her skirt up with her finger tips. She recrossed her legs several times, staring intently out the window, until her skirt was at the tops of her thighs. She was sure she was giving the man a good show; she could almost feel his eyes on her. She wanted to look at him, but was afraid he would be embarrassed and look away and not have the nerve to look at her again.
Her heart was beating rapidly; it excited her to exhibit herself to a strange man. She wished he could see more. She rode several blocks with her legs completely exposed, and then reached up and pulled the cord. The bus came to a stop at the next comer.
She turned in her seat and slid out, pulling her skirt from under her ass to bunch at her hips. She spread her legs so he could get a good view of her blue panties pulled into her crack. She looked up and their eyes met. She could see the lust in his eyes. He didn't look away, but glanced down and stared at her revealed cunt. She reached down and touched herself, then pulled one finger through her slit. She felt good and wet.
"If you're gettin' off, lady, get off," the bus driver hollered. He couldn't see what she was doing or he wouldn't have been so eager for her to get off.
Florence got off the bus ami stood until it had pulled away, then crossed the street to a little bar. She had been to this bar before, though it had been a while, and she hoped they still had the delicious French dip sandwich. She was hungry.
"Do you still have a French dip?" she asked the waitress.
"Yup. It's our specialty," the waitress said. "Fine, I'll have one, and bring me a bourbon and water."
The place seemed a little more dingy than she remembered it, but she was pretty looped the last time. Her mother had been with her, and they had danced and laughed and drank, and then went to a motel with a couple of guys. It was a wild evening, fucking like mad and then resting and swapping partners for another go. Mamma was married to her second, or was it her third husband? It didn't matter because he wasn't along, anyway. She remembered that Archie had worked late that night and she got in just fifteen minutes ahead of him. She didn't remember if mamma beat her second or third husband home.
Florence had another bourbon with lunch and then another after. She was feeling pretty good and in need of a man, a big man, one that could fill her completely. It would be better, though, if she put if off a while longer. Showing herself to the man on the bus had been very stimulating; a little more along that line would make her itch for a good fuck.
She left the bar and gazed up and down the street, spotting just what she was looking for. She walked down the block to the x-rated theatre, bought a ticket, and went in. The theatre had only been open for thirty minutes, and when her eyes accustomed to the darkness, she saw that only two men were there. She went halfway down and sat in the middle.
The movie was well in progress, a man with a very large cock was fucking a very young girl. She watched for a while before lifting her skirt and feeling of her pussy. She sat with her skirt up, her hand on her cunt for another fifteen minutes, then got up and went to the girls' room. She took one of her precious joints from her purse and lit up. Leaning against the wall, she slowly smoked the joint all the way down. She was floating nicely when she returned to the movie.
Several more men had come in while she was gone. She selected a row where one man sat, and sat three seats over. She could see by glancing from the comer of her eye that the man kept giving her furtive looks. She watched the screen for several minutes, then reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, rolling them slowly down her thighs and on down her calves. She stepped out of them and quickly put them in her purse. The man stared, his mouth open. She put her hand under her skirt and looked at the screen. Her cunt was wet now, the hair along the lips coiled into little curls. The man was looking at her more than he was the screen.
Florence slid forward in her seat, her knees against the seat in front of her, and lifted her skirt up around her hips. She turned her head quickly and looked at the man. He looked quickly at the screen, then slowly back at her. She smiled, beckoning with her eyes. He sat thinking for a minute, his eyes fastened to her cunt, then slid over one chair, then two, then three.
"Don't touch me; just look," she whispered.
She put her hand between her legs, petting her pussy. She drew a finger deeply through her split, then spread it open. "Nice?" she asked. The man nodded. "Let me see yours," she whispered. He hesitated. "Take out your cock; I want to see it," she whispered, leaning towards him until their shoulders touched.
He straightened in his seat and looked around. There were only half a dozen people in the theatre and they all seemed intent on the screen, so he reached down and unzipped his pants. Before he could take it out, Florence reached over, brushed his hand aside, and slipped her hand into his open fly. She wrapped around his hard cock. "Ooooooh, nice," she sighed, and hauled it out.
Florence started stroking his cock, not too hard and not too gently, but just right. She was an expert at jacking off a man; she always jacked Archie off when he was horny and she didn't feel like fucking. She closed her eyes and pumped at the thing; it felt so good in her fist, so fat and bulging, so alive and hard.
She wished her mamma was here; they had done it together so many times, sitting side by side, each stroking a hard cock. They had even jacked-off a couple of young boys in a Disney movie once. God, that had been a real thrill. They had picked up a couple of guys at a bar afterwards, and since it was the middle of the afternoon, took them to Florence's for a good fuck.
Florence opened her eyes and stared at the bulging thing protruding from her fist. He was getting close. "You can put your hand on my cunt, if you want," she whispered. She wanted to take him back to the toilet and let him fuck her, but it wasn't part of the game.
The man put his hand on her cunt, cupped her snugly, then slid the tip of his finger the length of her slit. She moaned and increased her speed. The man gasped, pulled back for an instant, then slumped against her hand. Florence saw the head fatten and his slime leap out and splatter against the back of the seat in front of Mm. He gasped again and she pulled another thick wad into the air. He leaned back, panting, while she squeezed him dry.
A man several rows ahead of them had been glancing back, sure that something was going on. He knew the man hadn't come in with her because they had come in at the same time. He saw the man lurch and got up.
Florence was milking the last drops from the man when the newcomer sat down on her other side. The man who had just shot his load saw the newcomer leering at him and bolted from his seat. He stuffed his cock away and dashed from the theatre.
"I saw what you did to that man," he said. He put his hand on her knee and slid up to her cunt.
"Finger fuck me," she whispered, "I'm so hot."
His thick finger slid into her cunt; she reached for his fly. She didn't know if she could masturbate him or not; she was so hot all she could think of was climbing on his lap and pushing him up inside her. She got his cock out; it was uncircumcised and she slowly peeled down the thick foreskin, revealing a red, ripe cockhead.
Florence stared at the gorgeous thing, her mouth wet with saliva. She had never sucked a cock in a theatre, although she had seen her mother do it enough times. Mamma preferred sucking them to jerking them off. She remembered the time mamma had sucked off four guys in a bar, one right after the other. She swallowed them all, too.
"Don't stop what you're doing; it feels good, and I'll suck you off," she said. He had two fingers in her cunt and was slowly push-pulling, all the way in and then all the way out.
The rancid, salty taste of a freshly unsheathed glans bit at her taste buds and she thought she was going to come; it was such a startling taste. She sucked until the taste was gone and longed for the bland, hot stuff to fill her mouth. Every man she had ever sucked tasted just a little different and his come was no exception. She particularly liked it when it was thick and smoky tasting.
She wondered if she could bring him off without stroking his shaft and wrapped her lips under the ridge of his glans, her tongue sliding back and forth against the delicate rib running up the backside. She was sure of success when he started grunting and trying to thrust into her mouth. She held him snugly with her lips, her tongue gliding faster and faster. She could feel the thick skin bunched at the back of his head and rolled it with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue slid back up and then down and when she came up again, she felt the hole open and her tongue was suddenly bathed in a wet, slippery goo.
"Aw, fuck, baby, that's good," the man grunted.
She sucked the slimy stuff out in thick, sticky strings, waiting until she had a deep puddle before swallowing. She continued sucking until there was nothing left but a watery slime and the man pushed against her head.
"Yeh, honey, that was great," he said. The tips of his fingers were still in her cunt, and he pulled them out and slumped back.
Florence sat up and looked at the shriveled little thing in his lap. Goddamn, it was a thrill to see it and feel and work it over and then watch it shrivel up. She was delighted she could take such a powerful thing and completely dissipate it, render it useless, for a while, at least. She got up and quickly left the theatre.
She stepped into the sunlight, saw the bus coming, and waved it down. She went to the back of the bus where there was a long seat on each side of the aisle facing each other. She sat heavily, leaning her head back against the window. She felt so good, so hot and in need. She wondered if she had ever wanted a cock as badly as she wanted it now. She wished she could smoke another joint; when she felt like this, it made her hotter still, if it was possible. She rode with her eyes closed, her legs opening and closing slowly.
She half opened her eyes, then quickly clamped them shut again. Two men sat across from her, both staring with wide eyes. Her heart beat even faster and she wondered how much they could see, hoping they could see a lot. She let her legs move slowly apart, and glanced quickly to the front of the bus. There were two old ladies near the front and a young boy about halfway back, all looking forward. She brought her gaze back to the men; one quickly averted his eyes, but the other continued staring. She returned his stare and slowly lifted her skirt above her hips, her legs wide open. Both men stared openly at her cunt.
The bus rolled to a stop. Florence stood up, holding her skirt above her hips, then let it drop and ran off the bus. She watched the men staring out the window at her as the bus rolled away.
Her heart pounded, her pulse throbbed; it was so thrilling to expose herself in public. She looked around and realized she was only a block from home. She saw the bus stop again directly in front of her apartment house and one of the men got off. She started walking.
He was still standing at the bus stop when she arrived. He was a big fellow in working clothes; just what she needed. She walked up to him, stopped, and looked up into his face.
"Apartment 2-B. Just press the buzzer," she said, and walked inside.
Florence grabbed a couple of letters from her mailbox and went up to the apartment. She pushed the door shut with her butt, threw the mail on a table, and dug in her purse for a joint. She had taken three heavy tokes when she heard the buzzer. Her head was floating and her body tingled with anticipation. When he tapped lightly on the door, she had already finished the joint.
"Hi," she said. .
The man just stared at her like he didn't know what to do. He licked at his dry lips and swallowed hard.
"Don't you want to kiss me," Florence said, and stepped close.
The big man circled her with his arms and lifted her off the floor. His lips mashed against hers. She had her arms around his neck and she could feel his prick against her leg. She squirmed against him, the slick wetness spreading-between her thighs.
She clung to his neck, holding herself up, and he let his hands slide down and grip her ass under her skirt. He humped against her thigh.
"You better not be playing games with me," he growled, "because I want to fuck you."
"That's what I want, too," she said.
She moaned when she felt his hands creeping down her ass and between her legs, and hooked her ankles behind his legs.
"Yeh, yeh, feel me there, make me feel good," she moaned, running her tongue over his lips and then pushing it into his mouth.
He felt her up good, opening her cunt and thrusting a big; finger in, sliding it out and up through the crack of her ass and then back between the wet lips and up into her cunt.
"Oh, goddamn, man, that is nice, but let's go and lay down," she moaned.
"Yeh, right here. Let's do it right here," he croaked.
Florence let her legs fall free, then letting go of his neck slid to the floor. "No, it's better on the bed," she said, and stepped back. "Let me see your cock first. Take it out."
He unzipped his pants and hauled out his meat. It was big, long and fat, the foreskin drawn half off the glistening head. It hung in a half arc, jerking up each time it throbbed.
"Oh, you sweet motherfucker, what a gorgeous prick," she cried, "I could eat it up."
"Yeh, lady, suck it for me," he said.
Florence reached down and tugged her sweater from her skirt. She slowly pulled it up over her tits and off over her head. She quickly unsnapped her brassiere and let it fall to the floor. Her huge jugs hung loose, the nipples hard and ripe.
"Jesus," the guy said.
She took a step closer to him and dropped to her knees and lifted her tits to enclose his prick. She massaged his cock with her tits, and with only the fat head sticking out, lowered her head and closed her wet lips over the tip. He moaned with pleasure.
Florence tasted the sharp, salty tip and pushed the foreskin back off the head with her lips. He was ripe, the freshly exposed glans pungent and brackish to the taste. She sucked until he was clean, then pulled back.
"Don't come," she said.
"Christ, if you don't get it back in your mouth I'll come all over you," he gasped.
"No you won't," she said, and grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed tight. Clear ooze bubbled out and she bent again and licked it off. She closed over the head, sucking gently, while she held his shaft in an iron grip. "You better cool off a little," she said, pulling away. She held him until she was sure he wouldn't squirt, and then got to her feet.
Florence pushed her skirt off her hips and let it glide to a puddle at her feet. "Let's go in and get on the bed," she said, and made a dash for the bedroom.
He followed her to the bedroom. She was already on the bed on her back when he arrived.
"Get your clothes off, at least your pants and come on. I'm ready," she cried. "I want to fuck!"
He shucked out of his pants and was on top of her. Her legs were wide open, her cunt split and ready. She groaned when she felt it go in. It was so nice and big and he didn't hesitate, just found the hole and forced himself inside, pushing hard until the whole thing was buried deep in hot, wet cunt.
"Yeh, do it, fuck me, make me come," she gurgled.
She lifted her knees high, felt it slip in a little deeper, and locked her feet over his broad back. This was fucking, what it was all about. Her whole day had been preparation for this, getting her primed for a thick cock. She hoped he wouldn't come too quick, though she would make it even if he did. She liked it to last a while, though, when she was this hot because she could start coming and just come several times one right on top of the other. It felt so good when she could grind one orgasm against another.
"Hold out as long as you can," she gasped.
"Gonna come in a minute now, gonna come hard."
She felt the first spasm in her cunt and felt dazed it was so intense. She hung under him while he punched into her and felt another jolt send shivers up her back. The third one made her cry out in a soft little gasp. It was so good, so fucking good, the best feeling she'd had in a long while. She went limp then, her body a bundle of jangling nerves, and let the big guy fuck her.
She liked big guys; they made her feel so tiny. She was coasting now, soaking up the pleasure of his big cock. It spread open the mouth of her pussy and just seemed to fill her all the way to the end. She rocked gently under him.
He felt his cock swell when the good feeling started tingling in his nuts and held her tight, thrusting hard and fast. Then his balls exploded and thick gobs of jazz belched into her belly. He grunted each time a wad squirted out, and when the last drop was expelled, lay heavy over her body.
"Don't pull out, honey. Just lay still and let him get soft. I like the feeling when he crawls out by himself," she said.
He lay there until his cock fell free, and then rolled off onto his back. "Wow," he gasped, "that's the best wrong bus I ever caught."
"Wrong bus?"
"Yeh. I meant to catch a six, not an eight. I was gonna get off at the next stop and then you started showing off. I was on my way to work, but I couldn't miss a show like you was giving."
Suddenly Florence wanted to be alone. Her body was completely satisfied and she felt good, and wanted to be alone to enjoy it. She wanted to lie back and smoke another joint and dream of all the things that made her feel good.
"If you were on your way to work, you're late," she said.
He looked at his watch. "Christ yes," he said, "it's almost one-thirty; I was due at one." He got up and climbed into his pants. "I'll ride that old bus again sometime. How about tomorrow?"
"I don't take a bus ride every day. Probably won't tomorrow."
"When?"
"I don't know; you'll just have to take your chances."
After he had gone, Florence went to the front room and picked up the mail. She threw one letter to the floor and kissed the other; it was from her mother. She made herself a strong drink, dug the last joint from her purse and lit it, and lay down on the couch to read the letter.
Florence read a while and cried a while, then read some more. She missed her mother terribly. It would have been so much more fun today if mother was along. She finished the joint and the twelve page letter and sat blubbering. She felt good and she felt bad. Her little foray tasted sour now, and she was horny again; she always got horny when she was sad. She stuffed a little pillow between her legs, pressed it tight against her cunt and lay down on her stomach. She fucked the pillow violently, crying like a baby.
CHAPTER THREE
Archie Baker was leaning over the drawing board putting the finishing touches to a big drawing when he felt the soft little tittie press against his arm.
"Cut it out, Jeanie, you'll make me smear this job and I'm almost finished," he said without looking around.
Old man Bundy came out of his office a moment later, his usual scowl on his face. "How's it going, Arch?" he snarled.
"Just about done, Mr. Bundy," Archie said.
"I was just looking at it. It's great," Jeanie Teasley said.
Old man Bundy looked over Archie's shoulder. "Yeah. Just what I wanted," he said. "That wraps it up. We can all relax a little." He headed towards his office. " 'Bout time," he muttered, and slammed his door.
"He gets grouchier every day. His old lady must not be giving him any," Ms. Teasley said. She squeezed Archie's arm, her tit now against his back. "How T)out you, Arch?"
"Goddammit, Jeanie, leave me alone until I finish this."
Archie had started to work for old man Bundy when he was seventeen, twelve years ago, as a flunky and worked his way up. It was a small ad agency and he'd gotten a crack at every phase of the business. He was now their top illustrator and copy writer, and that was without any formal training. Besides Archie and Ms. Teasley, who was an artist, Bundy had five other employees: Three salesmen-account executives, they said-another artist and copy writer, and a trainee-flunky, actually. The trainee was a young art student. She always wore a t-shirt and no bra; her little titties didn't bounce, but the nipples always made prominent bumps in the front of her t-shirt.
Archie finished the drawing, laid down his pen, and stretched. Ms. Teasley was still behind him, close behind him, and he felt her arch against him, rubbing her mound against his hip.
"Christ, Jeanie," he said.
"You're done now, so I can bother you." She put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed against his back.
"What the hell's gotten into you?" he said, pulling away.
"I'm horny," she said.
"What about your big, black stud?"
"He's on the road for two weeks, or has been. Won't be back for two more days. Why don't you stop by my place for a little drinkie after work?" She held herself against his back and leaned over and blew softly in his ear.
"Jesus, stop that, Ms. Teasley," he snorted, and stood up, "everybody in the place can see us."
"You always call me Ms. Teasley when you're annoyed with me, Archie. Why are you annoyed with me, Archie? Surely not because I want your body. I've wanted your body for a long time, Archie."
"Stop teasing me, Jeanie."
"I'm not teasing, Archie."
"It's been a rough day and I'm tired. I'm going home early."
"Can I go home with you?"
"Sure, but my wife is there."
"That's no good. Let's go to my place. I was done an hour ago; I can leave now, too."
"Can't, gotta get home."
"Okay, we'll stop for one drink and then you can go home."
"Geeez," Archie said, and wrapped on old man Bundy's door.
They rode down the elevator together. It stopped at the main floor and Archie stopped and looked at her. "Okay, one drink. Just one, and then I'm bugging out. That's a promise," he said.
"Goodie," Ms. Jeanie Teasley said, and grabbed his arm.
Jeanie Teasley was a very foxy chick, good looking and built like a dream. Her tits weren't really big, but big enough, and her legs were fantastic. She was twenty-four and single.
They went across the street and went into a cozy little bar. Jeanie snuggled close to him in the snug booth. Archie had a bourbon and Jeanie had scotch.
"I've been at Bundy's for over a year now and we've never done this before. Why?" Jeanie asked after the second round.
"Aw, I guess I'm just not one of those guys that does a lot of playing around. I'm kept pretty happy at home."
"A little extracurricular friendship never hurt a marriage," Jeanie said.
"I'm not too sure about that," Archie said, grinning. He took a sip from his third drink and then they kissed. It was a long kiss. "See what I mean," he said after they broke apart.
"Well, it might not be doing anything for your marriage, but it sure as hell does something for our friendship," she said, and coiled her arms around his neck.
They kissed several times, each one more ardent than the one before. Jeanie finally reached down and took his hand and laid it in her lap. It rested there for a moment, and then she pressed his fingers between her legs. She was wearing a pair of tight slacks and he could feel her deep crease. "I want you, Archie, let's go up to my place," she said.
Archie could feel his cock trying to uncoil in his pants. It almost hurt. He pulled his hand away and slid away. "This is getting out of hand, Jeanie. I gotta be going," he said.
"Aw, Archie...."
He was on his feet. He reached out and put his palm against her soft cheek. "Goddamn, Jeanie, if I don't go now, I won't go," he said, and fled from the bar. He felt guilty all the way home. Jeanie Teasley was one foxy chick, his will power had been sorely tested.
He still had a hard-on when he entered the apartment. His fat little wife was going to get a real fucking. He sensed immediately that something was wrong. The front room looked normal as he passed through. "Florence," he called. There was no answer.
In the kitchen, the breakfast dishes were still on the table and he knew something was wrong. Florence just didn't leave dirty dishes around all day. The ash tray was piled with butts.
He rushed back into the front room. "Florence, where the hell are you?" he shouted. Again there was no answer. He saw the note on the coffee table then. He picked it up and read it. It was a short note and he read it again.
The note said:
Mr. Baker:
I've gone to my mother. You will never see me again, you beast. Don't try to call me or come and get me or anything. I hate you.
All my love, Florence
"Goddamn sonofabitch!" Archie screamed, wadded up the note and threw it across the room. He sat down on the couch, fighting back the tears. He sat for several minutes, then got up and went and picked up the note. He unfolded the wad and stood staring at it.
"Mr. Baker? Beast? She's crazy," he said.
She'd called him a beast that same morning, but it was in a little different context; it was while they were still in bed and he was deep in her saddle; it was magnificent beast then.
Archie couldn't understand what had happened; hell, everything was great between them when he went to work. She'd run off with her nit-wit mother three times before, but the last time was over five years ago; he thought she was over that shit.
He wadded the note again and made himself a stiff drink. He finished the drink and made another, cursing steadily. He had always gone and got her before, but he didn't even know where the old lady lived now, besides, he'd had all that shit he could take. He convinced himself that twenty-eight was too old to be chasing around the country after a dizzy blonde that can't make up her mind about what she wants. By morning she'd be bawling her gorgeous blue eyes out and on the horn for him to come and bring her home. Well, piss on that noise; she would have to stew in her own juice this time; he decided he wasn't going after her.
He made himself another drink-he was already drunk, mean drunk-and went into the bedroom to see what she had taken. All of her clothing was gone and so was the good luggage. He went through several desk drawers and realized the saving account passbook was gone, too. Shit, that was twenty-eight hundred bucks down the tube.
He saw the envelope on the bed and picked it up and got the answer to his questions. She got a letter from her old lady and went bananas. He looked at the address in the comer. Christ, she was in Salt Lake City, Utah, probably trying to soak up religion. Well, that really settled that, there was no way he would go and get her, not all the way to Salt Lake. Christ, he was in Des Moines, Iowa, a hell of a long ways away. He sat down on the bed, feeling like crying again and wondered what the half-baked old whore had said to make his little Florence run away from him. Probably not much, hell, they were both crazy. Life had been so much nicer after her fifth husband kicked off and she left town.
Fern DeGrasse-she still used the name of her third husband because it had so much class-had been married five times. Her first husband, McGee, had stuck with her for ten years before he ran off. He was Florence's father-probably. She married again a year later to a dude named Bowder. It took her three years to decide that he didn't have money like she had thought, and she dumped him. DeGrasse came a year later. He stuck around a couple of years and shagged ass for sweeter pickings. She married some joker named Fuller three months later. He hung around for about four years and then one night just didn't come home. She played the field for a year and then latched onto a dark skinned cat named Mendez. Mendez did have money and left her well fixed. He died of a heart attack the day after they were married.
Archie always said he was the real chicken shit of the lot, just couldn't take it. The one thing Archie could never figure was how she got away with it-she never divorced any of them. She had been without a husband now for seven years, not without a man, without a husband. About a year after Mendez kicked off, she took off for parts unknown and they hadn't heard from her since, at least not that Archie knew of.
Archie wadded up the envelope and threw it in the wastebasket. He went to the kitchen and opened a can of beans. He ate them cold and then went back to the bedroom and got out the checkbook. It said he had a hundred and eighty-three bucks and thirty-five cents. He hoped she hadn't taken that, too.
He saw the little plastic bag on Florence's vanity and opened it up. He took a sniff. Shit, he hadn't known there was any grass in the house. It smelled like good stuff, too. He rolled himself a joint and flopped onto the bed. Hell, it had been a long time since he got high.
Archie went up quick. He thought about his nutty wife and her fucked up mother and dug the envelope out of the wastebasket. He looked at the address and threw it on the vanity. "Fuck that shit," he said, "that's too fucking far away."
He remembered the first time he went out with Florence. It was love at first sight and they had fucked in the back seat of his old jalopy. She wasn't a virgin; his cock had gone in too easy, but it hadn't mattered.
He remembered mamma, too. She was a real looker then, but had put on a lot of weight in the last ten years. She was Mrs. Fuller at the time, and real pretty, almost beautiful. She was a bigger woman than Florence with nice big jugs and the niftiest ass.
Archie never met her first three husbands, but she told him all about them, even though he wasn't interested. She told him about them one night after he and Florence had been married almost a year. She stopped by the apartment to see Florence; Florence wasn't there. Florence had told Archie that she was going to see her mother. Gullible Archie assumed that they had missed each other and invited her in, sure that Florence would be back when she found her mother gone. Mrs. Fuller had been drinking and was feeling no pain.
"Let's just sit here on the couch and talk until Florence gets back," Fern Fuller said. "Would you make me a drink, Archie dear?"
Archie was sure she'd already had too much, but made her one anyway. He had one, too.
"You should have seen Florence when she was a baby, Archie. She was a little dolly. McGee was so proud of her." She looked at Archie and put her hand on his knee. "McGee was her father, Archie."
"I know that," Archie said.
"That McGee," Fern sighed, "he just wasn't any goddamn good. He wouldn't work and he drank too much and he cussed all the time. He was a little guy, no taller than Florence, a redheaded Irish pipsqueak. His bad temper matched his hair, too. I can't imagine why I put up with him for ten years." She didn't mention that it was McGee who had run out. She squeezed Archie's knee. "Well, I guess he was pretty good in bed for such a little fart." She held up her thumb and finger an inch apart. "About like that," she said, and giggled, squeezing Archie's knee again.
"Uh, I'll get us another drink," Archie said.
"Mr. Bowder was different than McGee. He was a sweet, gentle man. Much bigger than McGee ... all over."
Archie sat down and handed her the drink.
"He was terrific in bed. I met him a couple of years before McGee left." She gave Archie a knowing look and put her hand on his thigh. "Now DeGrasse was mean. You never met DeGrasse, did you, Archie?"
"I never met any of them, Fern," Archie said.
Fern moved her hand back and forth on Archie's leg. He took her hand and dropped it back in her lap. It did funny things to him when she did that and covered the back of his legs with little goose bumps.
"Fuller is okay, but he isn't as good as DeGrasse was. Clyde DeGrasse was rough, a real he-man. I need a real man, Archie," she said, her hand back on Archie's thigh.
"Don't do that, Fern," Archie said.
"Get us another drink," Fern said.
Archie got them another drink. He could tell that Fern was drunk and he was beginning to feel it himself. She slid very close to him when he sat back down, and put her hand on his leg.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Archie?"
"Fern, I ... sure, you're pretty."
"Do you like my figure?" She had her hand an inch from his cock. It was hard; she could see the thick bulge in his pants.
"Goddammit, Fern, stop that."
"I'm making you hard; I can see it."
"For Christ's sake, Fern, Florence will be back any minute."
"I don't think she will. I told Fuller I wouldn't be gone long and she's probably over there waiting for me." Fern slid her hand up and gripped his thick cock through his pants. "Kiss me, Archie," she said, turning her face up to him.
Archie didn't want to kiss her, but he did anyway. She was squeezing his cock so tight his nuts screamed for more action. He was half drunk, too, and couldn't seem to stop himself.
"Ooooo, nice," Fern moaned, dipping her tongue in and out of his mouth. "You feel so big. I knew you'd be big, Archie." She knew he would be big because Florence had told her he was big.
They kissed again, a long, wet kiss, and when they broke, Fern had her hand inside Archie's pants. He moaned while she squeezed his cock. She pulled it out and started stroking its length.
"It's so big, Archie," she cried. She pulled her skirt half way up her thighs. "Do you want to see me, Archie?"
Archie didn't answer, but pushed her skirt on up until he saw a thick mass of black hair.
"I never wear pants, Archie," she said, and spread her legs open.
Archie stared at the thick mat, amazed. Florence was so blonde and her mother was so dark. He could see the pink flesh peeking from between the fat lips. Her clit was hard and stood up, thrusting out of the black hair.
"Touch me, Archie," she moaned.
He reached down and ran his thumb over the rigid clit. Fern moaned. He pushed his finger down through her slit, then back up, riding hard over her button.
"Ooooooh, shit!" Fern cried. "Kiss me, Archie, kiss me down there ... please!"
Archie hesitated. He really wasn't very experienced other than with Florence. Hers was the only cunt he'd ever kissed. He bent down and kissed her thigh, kissed it again a little higher. God, she smelled so ripe, much stronger than Florence. He didn't know if he could do it.
"Kiss it, Archie, kiss it," Fern moaned.
He kissed her thigh again, then quickly pressed his lips to her hard, little button. He kissed wetly.
"Oh, goddamn, goddamn, I like that!" she cried. "Do it right, Archie, get down in front of me and do it right."
Archie blinked and kissed it again, harder this time, his nose buried in the hair. The rich, pungent smell of her cunt was too much and he slipped off the couch onto his knees. Her legs came up over his shoulders, her ass sliding half off the couch. She pulled at his head and let her legs drape down his back.
"Make me come with your mouth, Archie!" she cried. "I love to make it like this!"
Archie buried his face in her cunt. He felt her hard clit against his lips and sucked on it, nibbled lightly with his teeth, then pulled it between his lips, stretching it out and letting it snap back.
"Oh, oh, goddamn, good, good," she gasped. "Eat me, Archie; put your tongue in. Oh, goddamn! McGee was good at this, he ... he ... little Irish bastard, but sure could eat pussy. Oh, Archie, honey, gettin' close, gonna come in a second!"
He had his tongue in her hole, pushing in and out. It was all slippery and wet, the stuff from her cunt wetting his lips and his nose and chin. The hair was soggy with juice.
She pressed against him, holding his head tight with both her hands. She held him like that until he couldn't breath, and then when her first hard spasm passed, relaxed and sagged back against the couch.
"Good, Archie, good. I made it good," she cooed.
Archie stood up and looked down at her. Her dress was up and he could see the wet, shiny clump of hair and her smooth, glossy legs and knew he had to do it. His cock was aching for a good go, for the exquisite relief he knew was inside her cunt.
"Lay down, Fern. My turn now," he said.
Fern was still feeling fuzzy and good and let herself slide onto her back. She drew her legs up onto the couch and let them flop open. She knew her son-in-law was going to fuck her, but she didn't much care one way or the other. She felt too drunk and too good to care.
Archie unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his knees. He crawled onto the voluptuous broad and nuzzled her cunt with his prick. He was hard and throbbing. He knew it wouldn't take long as hot as he was; a few good deep jabs and he would get his rocks off. The wet hole seemed to open up in invitation and he pushed it in. He went in easy, first just the head and then the whole shaft. She was bigger than Florence and would have been sloppy if he didn't have such a big cock.
He came down on top of her and started fucking. Fern lay without moving for about a minute, then started moving with him. Her arms went around his neck and her knees came up alongside of his hips. He felt her cunt contract around his pecker.
"Good, Archie, geez, you're nice and big," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Archie bumped into her furiously. It was so much better now that she had come back to life. Florence was always hot for it when he fucked her and he was used to a little action under him. Fern wasn't as firm or as tight as Flo, but she was suddenly bucking like a bronco, cursing wildly.
"Fuck me, you sonofabitch," she screamed. "Fuck me hard; I want to come, baby, make me come, baby. Yeh, yeh, oh sweet shit!" Her legs went over his back and held him tight. "Fuck a duck, I'm coming!"
Archie was already pouring his stuff into her snatch. He sent a thick gob into her belly each time he lunged in. Fern grunted with pleasure and held him tight with her arms and legs. They continued to rut until both were exhausted.
Archie rested for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and got to his feet and pulled up his pants. He was disgusted with himself for what he had just done.
"We shouldn't have done that," he said.
"Why not?" Fern said. "It felt good."
"I'm married to your daughter, Fern. For Christ's sake, Florence is your daughter, remember."
"Aw, shit, Archie, why don't you grow up?" she said, and sat up.
She felt like telling him that his darling little Flo was probably lying on her back with old Fuller between her legs right now, but she didn't. She could see that he wouldn't be able to handle it.
"You better go," he said.
After Fern left, Archie felt lousy. It was the first time he had cheated on Florence, and he vowed it would be the last. He avoided Fern like the plague. He felt so guilty that he didn't ask Florence where she had been when she drug in several hours later. It was after midnight and she was a little tight, but Archie told himself that she was just tired.
Archie looked down and saw his big cock in his hand and realized he had been jacking-off while he thought about his mother-in-law. He drew his fist up and down on his shaft and wondered why he hadn't cheated on Florence more than that once; he'd certainly had plenty of chances. Women seemed to like him. He'd even been faithful when Florence had run off with her mother. He never gave it a thought that she'd been with anyone but her crazy mother.
He thought about Ms. Teasley, her boyfriend out of town, and decided to give her a call. He felt a boiling in his groin then, and his nuts erupted. The stuff spouted up in the air and came down all over his hand. He milked his cock, watching the rich cream bubble out and run down onto his hand. He didn't want to call Ms. Teasley now.
He sat up and started sniffling. Shit, he missed Florence already.
CHAPTER FOUR
Archie awakened the next morning, flopped his arm across the bed, and felt around for several seconds before he remembered that Florence wasn't there. He had a terrific erection and went in and took a cold shower, but it didn't help.
He made a pot of coffee and forced it down. Archie made lousy coffee. He figured she was in Salt Lake City by now if she had taken a plane, and waited until he was almost late waiting for her call. She didn't call.
He fiddled around at the drawing board and then the typewriter for an hour. Everything went in the wastebasket. He was back at the drawing board when Donna, the trainee, came over.
"Mr. Baker, I'm having trouble with a layout. Would you look at it for me?" she said.
"Sure," Archie said, and went over to her drawing board. He looked at it for a minute and picked up a pencil. "Your main character isn't right. She should be fatter," he said, and made a few quick lines on her drawing. "And you've lost your perspective. See what I mean?" He sketched over her picture for a minute and then stepped back.
"God, Mr. Baker, that's perfect. Geez ... you're good," Donna said. She put an arm around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks," she said, hanging on a moment longer than was necessary.
She didn't have much in the tit department, but he could feel her nipples against his arm. They were hard.
Ms. Teasley came out of old man Bundy's office and walked over to Archie. "Robbing the cradle now?" she said.
"She needed some help."
"Sure she did," Ms. Teasley said. "She's had the hots for you since the day she walked in."
"Aw, Christ, Jean, she's seventeen."
"If they're big enough, they're old enough, Arch. And from here she looks big enough. Look at that round little ass."
"Aw Christ," Archie said, and went back to his board.
Ms. Teasley followed him. "You seem nervous this morning, Archie. Something bothering you?"
"No. Just didn't sleep good ... I guess."
"Were you thinking about me? I hope you were thinking about me. I had a dream about you last night. You were kissing me like you did in the bar. Remember kissing me in the bar, Archie?"
She leaned against him and traced her lips over his ear. Jean Teasley had something in the tit department, and she wasn't wearing a brassiere this morning, either. Her tit flattened nicely against his bicep, and her nipple was hard, too.
"Dammit, Jean, stop that," Archie snorted, and looked around the room. Donna was watching them; everyone else was working.
"In my dream, Archie," Jean Teasley said, "you kissed me like you did at the bar, but you didn't stop there." She started to whisper and she rubbed her precious tit against his bicep. "You kissed me all over, and that wasn't all you did to me. You...."
Old man Bundy came out of his office. "Let's go, Teasley," he snorted. 'Teasley and I will be gone until after lunch, Archie, have a meeting with a client. Hold down the old fort, and if Cutter calls, tell him I'll call as soon as I get back."
Ms. Teasley wetted her ruby red lips with her tongue and winked at Archie as she went out the door with old man Bundy.
Archie sat staring out the window. Donna stood beside him for a full minute before he realized she was there. "Uh, something I can do for you, Donna?" he said.
"Do you like Jean?" Donna asked.
"Of course I like Jean, but not in the way I think you mean. I'm a happily married man," he answered.
"Are you making it with her?"
"Donna, I said I was married."
"What's that got to do with it? I made out with a married man once."
"Go back to work, Donna," Archie snapped.
"Okay, big man," she said. She ran her finger lightly down his back and went back to her drawing board.
Archie felt the sweat trickle down one side. Gad, what is this strange power I have over women? he thought, and almost giggled aloud.
He looked at the big wall clock; it was almost ten. He watched the second hand crawl upwards, and knew that when it was straight up, the girl from the office across the hall would come in. She always came over for coffee at ten o'clock. The second hand hit twelve and the door opened.
Mitzi, the girl from the office across the hall came in with her coffee cup in her hand. "Hi, the coffee hot?" she said. She always asked if the coffee was hot. "Where's Tease?" She always asked where's Tease.
"She had to go out this morning," Archie said.
"Goodie, now I won't have to share you with her," Mitzi said. She came over and slid her arm around Archie's waist. "It's the first time in six months that she hasn't been here. Is the old fart in his office?"
"He's gone, too," Archie said.
"Wow, let's go in his office and make love, Archie," Mitzi said.
Archie grinned. Mitzi always came over and had coffee with Jean, but, he realized for the first time, she always flirted with him. He wondered why he had never noticed. Mitzi was a good looking fox, not Archie's type, but still damn good looking. She was too slim for Archie; he liked them full bodied and robust ... like Florence.
"Go get a cup of coffee, Mitzi. It's good and hot," Archie said.
"Aren't you going to have one with me?"
"Nope. Had too much coffee already."
"I know what you mean. Too much makes me pee, too." Mitzi giggled. She was holding tightly to Archie. "That little girl across the room is looking at us," she said.
"Go get your coffee, Mitzi," Archie said.
Mitzi went and got her coffee and brought it back and put her cup on his art board.
"Don't put that cup there," Archie snorted.
"You're beautiful when you're angry," Mitzi said, and picked up her cup. "Watcha drawing?"
"Nothing, really, just fooling around," he said.
Mitzi took a sip of her hot coffee. "If you're just fooling around, why not fool around with me?"
"Mitzi, Mitzi," Archie said, "you've gotta get out of here so I can get some work done."
"I'm not kidding, honey ... I want to fuck you, Archie."
Archie sat with his mouth open, then dropped his face into his hand. "You goddamned liberated broads," he groaned.
"And I'm going to one of these days," she said.
He finally got rid of Mitzi and tried to settle down and do some work. He couldn't figure out what was going on; did it show that his wife had run off and left him available? Even then, so what? He'd seen Mitzi's husband; he was a good looking dude, young, black curly hair, a terrific physique.
What the fuck could she see in dumpy old Archie Baker?
It was almost noon when Grace Bundy came in. At thirty-five, she was almost half the age of her husband. She only came in when she was downtown and in need of some money. She was blonde and kind of flashy looking, the kind of woman an old man with money usually marries. She went into her husband's office without speaking and then came right back out.
"Where's Bundy?" she said.
"He had a meeting, Mrs. Bundy, won't be back until after two," Archie said.
"Damn, I wanted some money," she said. "Maybe they'll cash a check at that restaurant over on the comer." She looked at the big clock on the wall. "Hell, it's time for lunch, anyway. I hate to eat lunch alone. Come and have lunch with me."
"The boss told me to stay here until he got back," Archie said.
"Well, the boss's boss just told you to come and have lunch with her. I insist, Archie, now shake a leg, boy."
Archie shrugged and got to his feet. "Hey, Berry, keep an eye on things, okay," he said.
Berry looked up from his drawing board. "Sue, Arch," he said. Berry was a tall thin fellow, not talented, and not untalented. He always appeared like he was busy, even when there wasn't anything to do.
"Won't I need a tie?" Archie asked.
"Archie, you don't need anything," Grace Bundy said, and took his arm. She was a big woman, bigger than her husband.
They rode down in the elevator and stepped out into the bright sunlight. Archie squinted and put his hand over his eyes. Grace wore dark glasses. They walked down to the comer and went into the restaurant. It was already crowded and they got a little booth in a back comer.
When the waitress brought the menus, Grace handed hers back. "You order for me, Archie," she said, and lit a cigarette.
Archie suspected that she couldn't make out the menu, but was too vain to wear glasses. She didn't remove her sunglasses, either. He scanned the menu.
"Let's see, uh, bring the lady the petite filet, medium rare, and a small salad with oil and vinegar, light on the oil. The asparagus tips and no potato and coffee. Afterwards. I'll have the double T-bone, thousand island on the salad, baked potato, corn on the cob, a large milk, and coffee. Afterwards."
"Two martinis, too, please. Doubles," Grace said.
"I really don't want a martini, Grace."
"That's all right; I wasn't ordering for you," Grace said.
He watched her polish off the martinis without batting an eye. Wow, he thought, two doubles on an empty stomach would skunk me. He was eating his salad when he felt her hand on his thigh. She moved her hand up and down, going higher each time she went up.
"You have a hard-on," she said, and unzipped his pants.
Archie continued eating his salad while she deftly reached into his pants and hauled out his cock. She was masturbating him slowly, peeling the foreskin all the way down and then all the way back up, when the waitress brought their steaks. She continued pulling on his cock until the waitress had gone. Archie sat dumbfounded.
Grace let go of his cock and started to cut her steak. "Eat your steak, Archie, you need your strength," she said.
Archie was halfway through his meat when he felt her hand close on his cock again.
"It's soft," she said, "I'll have to do something about that." She brushed her palm over the tip. "It's wet, too," she said.
His cock came up quickly inside her hand. She hauled the skin as far down as it would go and then gripped the naked glans in her fist and started rubbing. The head was very sensitive, exposed like it was, and her rapidly moving little hand sent shivers clanging up his spine. It was all he could do to continue eating.
"Just relax, dear, and enjoy it. No one can see what I'm doing," Grace said.
The waitress stopped at their booth. "Is everything all right?" she asked.
"Excellent," Grace said, her hand sliding back and forth on his leaking glans. She could feel the wet goo on her palm. "I think we're ready for our coffee."
Archie tensed, the throb in his balls at the point of explosion. Grace sensed it and stopped.
"Don't go all stiff, darling. When it starts just relax and let it go. I knew you'd have a big one, and it gets so nice and hard. Just be a good boy and let Grace bring you off."
She started stroking his glans again. Archie gave a little grunt and the first wad came out. Grace closed her hand over the end so the stuff squeezed out against her palm and between her fingers. She slid her sticky fist down to the base and then drew it back up, squeezing hard, and the second blast shot out. It hit the table cloth hanging on the other side of the table. The rest she squeezed out slowly, getting as much on her hand as she could.
"Did that feel nice, Archie?" she asked.
"Wonderful," Archie answered. He leaned back heavily, and picked up his cup of coffee and drained it.
"Use your napkin to clean up, dear; you really should be getting back," she said. She was wiping her own hand on her napkin. "Next time we'll go somewhere where we can be alone and do it right. I thought about it today, but unfortunately I already have a prior engagement. I do it to Bundy all the time, even at the theatre under a program; he loves it. Are you zipped up, dear?"
Archie nodded.
"You'd better run. I can hardly wait to get that marvelous thing in something besides my hand." She gave Archie a little push. "Go now," she said.
Archie got to his feet and saw her flip a credit card on the check. "I thought you wanted to cash a check," he said.
"I decided I don't need any money today," she said.
Archie went back to the agency, feeling even less like working than he had when he came in this morning. "All quiet?" he asked.
"Quiet as a tomb," Berry answered.
"Where's Donna?"
"She took off. Said the old man told her she could go when she finished."
Archie walked over and surveyed her art work. "Hey, that's pretty damn good," he said.
"Yeh, I hate her," Berry said.
Old Man Bundy and Ms. Teasley didn't get back until almost four o'clock. They closed at four-thirty.
"Did Grace stop by?" he asked.
"Yeh," Archie answered.
"I had some money for her in the top drawer of my desk, but I forgot to tell you. She probably found it."
"I don't think so, chief," Archie said.
"Hell, she knew I wouldn't be here and should have looked for it. She's probably madder than hell."
"No, she seemed to be in a great mood. Real happy."
Bundy sighed. "That's good news," he said, and went into his office and closed the door.
Jean Teasley came up behind Archie and slipped her arms around his neck. She kissed the back of his neck. "I love you," she whispered.
Archie shifted in his chair, trying to pull away. "Don't do that. Not in front of Berry."
"Berry never sees anything," she said, and kissed his neck again. "Stop and have a drink after work," she said.
Archie wiggled free. She straightened up, and when he turned to face her, his cheek grazed her tit. He pulled back. "I can't stop and have a drink every night, Jean. I really gotta go right home." He was hoping Florence would call.
"Just one, honey," she said, and bent and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Goddammit, Jean...." He tasted her lipstick on his lips, smelled her fragrance. "Goddammit, Jean," he said again, and got to his feet. He went and knocked on the old man's door. "Cutter didn't call and there's nothing to do around here so we're knocking off," he called.
"Okay," the old man grunted.
"Call it a day, Berry," he said, and grabbed Jean's hand. "Let's go and get that drink."
"I'm glad you changed your mind," she said when he slid in beside her.
"Scotch?" Archie asked.
"No, I think I want something sweet. A whiskey sour," she said, and squeezed his arm. "You make me want to be sweet."
When their drinks came, Jean took a sip and said, "Mmmm, good. This is the same booth we sat in last night. You kissed me for the first time here."
Archie picked up his glass and emptied it, waved at the waitress for refills, and then kissed her. They were still kissing when the second round came.
"I dig you, Archie Baker, I really do," she said, and finished her first drink. She dug in the glass and fished out the cherry and held it up to Archie's lips. "Want a cherry, Arch?"
They sparred like this through four rounds, Jean drinking whiskey sours and Archie drinking bourbon and water.
"These things are too easy going down. I always drink too many. I'm really feeling good," she said, and tilted her face up to him.
Archie tried to resist, but couldn't, and he kissed her again. She tasted so sweet, so desirable, and when the tip of her tongue played across his lips it was like an electric shock. He hadn't felt like that since he dated Florence.
"Let's get out of here and go to my place," Jean whispered.
"I ... I really can't," he stammered, his lips a scant inch from hers.
Her lips drew into a pout. "Well, would it be asking too much to ask for a lift home. I rode the bus this morning 'cause my car is on the fritz."
"Of course not. Geez, Jean, you act like I'm the meanest man on earth."
"You are," she said.
They rode in silence except for Jean's directions. She chain smoked and sat close to the door. She lived in a small apartment building with four units, two on the ground and two above. A wrought iron staircase led to the second floor units. Jean's was on the second floor. It had a balcony patio.
"I don't suppose you'd come in for one for the road," she said.
Archie already felt like a heel; he couldn't figure how she'd worked it, but she did. "I don't need one for the road; I can already feel it, but okay. Just one, though."
Jean's face lit up. "I hope you like my place," she said.
"Looks great from the outside."
"The inside is even better."
It was. They stepped from a small foyer into a large room that was all window on one side. The floor to ceiling drapes were half open. The room was cluttered, and obviously an artist's room. There was an easel in one comer with palette and paints and brushes on a little table. The walls were covered with pictures stuck up at random with tacks and pins and tape.
"Look around while I get us a drink," she said, and went to a small bar in the comer. "I feel too good to lose my edge."
"Is this stuff all yours?"
"Yes. I wouldn't put anyone elses up in here ... unless maybe yours."
"I don't do anything away from the shop."
"You should."
"Hey, this stuff is really good. You're great, Jean, I mean it."
Jean blushed with pride. "Actually, this is the best I've done; I've got tons of shit."
"You're wasting your time at the agency, Jean. You're great, you're...." He stared at a picture and stiffened. "This isn't any good at all."
Jean brought the drinks and came over to see what he was looking at. "Yes it is," she said. "It's the best up here."
"It's mine," Archie said.
"I know it. I swiped it from the agency. I have some other stuff, too."
Archie frowned at her. "You're a crazy broad," he said, and kissed her.
"Crazy about you," she said after their lips parted. "Would you consider hanging around until I change into something more comfortable? It sounds like an old stall, but I'm really hot and sticky. I won't, though, if you don't want to wait."
"I'll wait," he said.
"Look around and relax; I'll only be a minute. Make yourself another drink if you run dry."
She left the bedroom door open while she changed. "I have a nice kitchen, a bath, and a big bedroom," she called. "Make me another drink, honey."
Archie built a couple of drinks and sat on the couch to wait. He felt uneasy and thought about missing Florence's call. He found it difficult to think about Florence at all.
He swallowed hard when she came out of the bedroom. She wore a man's white shirt, nothing else. The shirt came down to mid-thigh. It was loose and hid her figure, except for her exquisite legs, of course.
"This is the way I dress when I'm painting," she said. "I have a dozen men's shirts." She walked over to where Archie was sitting and picked up her drink. "Thanks," she said, her eyes sparkling. Her long, brown hair was loose and hung down her back.
She took a long drink from her glass and then sat down on his lap, a luscious, bare thigh on each side of him. She put her glass on the couch and threw her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, Archie," she cried.
Her tongue didn't play at his lips this time, but sunk deep in his mouth. She held the kiss a long time, her tongue buried all the while. She pulled back. "Say you love me, Archie ... even if you don't mean it."
"You ... you're beautiful, Jean," he gasped.
"Say it again," she whispered, and pressed her mouth to his. She snuggled against him, her hot cunt pressing tightly against his stomach.
"Unbutton my shirt," she said.
Archie opened a couple of buttons, revealing most of her gorgeous tits. The dark brown nipples peeked out. They stood up hard from their little field of pink.
"The rest of the way, Archie," she whispered.
Archie unbuttoned the shirt all the way down. She took her arms from around his neck and pulled the shirt open. Archie moaned and bent his mouth to one of her nipples.
"Yes, darling, suck it, suck it," she moaned.
She clutched at his head and held it there. He took as much of her tit as he could get in his mouth and then drew slowly off, sucking hard on the rubbery nipple when that was all that was left. She moaned each time, and then lifted his face to her other nipple.
"Darling, darling, you're making me so hot. I want you, Archie, want you right now, right here. Oh, honey, I want you to fuck me ... Archie darling, please fuck me!" she gasped.
Neither knew how they got into position, but Jean was on her back on the couch pulling Archie's pants down. She got them to his knees, then his shorts, took a long look at his swollen cock, and pulled him down. She grasped his prick immediately and put it to her pussy. She was well lubed, wet and slick, and his massive knob popped in. She grunted and lifted to get more.
"Darling, darling," she moaned, throwing her head from side to side, "I wish I was a virgin for you. I wish you could make me scream and hurt and beg for mercy. Oh, Archie, I love you. Fuck me, fuck me so hard, make me come ... oooooh, honey, you're so big; you make me feel so good!"
Archie held her tight. He pressed his mouth over hers, stifling her babbles. Her cunt was so tight, felt so grand. He didn't want to come, wanted to stay inside her forever, but he knew he would, and it would be soon, her pussy was too alive. It held his cock tightly, then loosened and let him slide freely, only to tighten again and massage his length, to suck at it, to beg for the milky stuff that would be its reward.
"Aw, Jean, I can't hold off much longer," he rasped, "you feel so good."
"Don't try, darling ... go ahead, have your come. I want to feel you come inside me. I want to make you come ... come quick and good. I want to make you happy."
She was panting now, her hips coming up off the couch to meet each thrust. It seemed like an hour that he had been inside her even though it had been seconds, and she was almost there herself. It felt so good, like it belonged, like she wanted it there forever.
"Aw, Jean, my darling, I'm gonna come, I can't stop, not now," he moaned, thrusting with a frenzy.
"Yes, yes, come hard, baby ... come way up inside me, fill me."
Archie felt his nuts explode, felt the stuff swell his prick open and spurt into her divine pussy. He kept pumping, sending wad after wad into her gut. He wished old lady Bundy hadn't pulled him off earlier so he would have even more for her. It was like she should have it all, everything he had. It was for her, nobody else, not even Florence.
Jean knew he was coming before the first wet, slick spilled inside her, and started coming, too. She had never come with a guy the first time he fucked her before and she knew this was it, this was what she was meant for. She was Archie's forever.
She hunched under him, even after he had stopped, and ground her orgasm out, spine tingling thrill after spine tingling thrill. She raised up hard, taking every inch he had and then fell limp.
"Oh, Archie, I came so hard," she gasped.
"Me, too," he said.
"Was I good? Did you like it?"
"Good? I don't think I ever enjoyed it so much. You're perfect."
"A perfect fuck?" she asked, meekly.
"A perfect everything."
"Oh, darling," she sighed, and kissed him.
They went into the bedroom, and she turned down the bed and then undressed him, then threw off the wrinkled shirt. She pushed him back onto the bed and got on top of him, snuggling her firm body against him. She straddled one of his thick, hairy thighs and pressed her soppy cunt tight. His chest was covered with hair and it tickled her pink little nipples and brought them to attention again.
"I didn't realize you were so hairy," she said.
"Disappointed?" he said.
"Never, not in a million years. I love it. I've never made it with anyone so hairy before."
Archie looked around the room. "I don't see any men's things around here," he said.
"There aren't any," she said.
"I thought ... you were...."
"Shacked up? I am, but not here. Does it make you jealous?"
"Yes," Archie said quickly.
"I'm glad. I want you to be jealous, otherwise...." She let the statement go unfinished.
"I didn't think I would be, but I am. I hate him."
"Why, because he's ... black? You knew that, didn't you?"
"Yes, I knew, but I don't hate him for that. Hell, I don't think I'm prejudiced, not much, anyway. I guess a black cock is just like a white one ... except the color. I hate him because you let him fuck you."
"Oh, my darling Archie," she cooed, and pressed her face against his neck. "Would it help if I told you he never fucked me here?"
"Really?"
"Really," she lied. He had, but only a couple of times, and she was drunk both times. She kept this place as her sanctuary, just for her. Archie was the first man she had invited in with the express intention of fucking with him.
"Where do you do it?" Archie asked.
"At his place. I stay with him some nights, maybe over a weekend."
"Is he good?"
Jean hesitated, then said softly, "Yes, he's good."
She slowly worked herself down his body, sliding her wet cunt down his leg, until she could get her mouth to one of his nipples. She parted the thick hair with her fingers and found the nipple with her tongue. She licked it a couple of times, then sucked the hard little knob between her lips. It got very hard then.
"Ooooh," Archie moaned, "that makes me tingle ... you know where."
Jean kept sucking while she found his other nipple with one hand and let the other slide slowly down until she found his cock. She circled it slowly and then squeezed it.
"Nice, nice," she moaned, "you have such a nice cock, Archie."
Archie lifted her gently and rolled her off onto her back. "Remember your dream?" he said, and started kissing the hollow of her neck. He moved slowly down and worked wetly at one nipple and then the other. He sucked until they stood up red and hard. "I want to make your dream come true." He moved to one of her armpits and raised her arm. He kissed away the salty, sweaty taste and then moved to her other side. "I'm going to kiss you all over, Jean...."
He moved down to her navel and tongued it wetly. Jean was breathing faster. She felt the fire growing between her legs. He kissed all round her belly and when he finally reached the fringe of silky, brown hair she tingled all over. She felt the little bumps cover her legs in a prickly sensation. She felt the gentle pressure of his hands on her thighs and let her legs slide open. He spread them open and kissed the hollows between the puffy lips and her leg, then moved to the other side. A little catch caught in her throat each time and she gasped softly.
"Oh, yeh, yeh, honey ... feels so exciting!" she cried.
He moved down and kissed the insides of her damp thighs. Her flesh tasted salty and sweet all at the same time. He sucked and licked at her thighs, slowly working up. By the time he was again near her cunt, she was pushing down with her hips, urging herself to his mouth, hurting for him to capture her with his lips.
"Yes, darling ... eat me, make me come. I love you," she gasped.
She cried out softly when she felt his lips close over her pussy. Her hard button thrust itself out and pressed against his upper Up. He ground against the hard little thing and pushed his thick, rough tongue into her hole. She cried out on the verge of spending. He tasted her, the sweat, the rich cunt juice, and he tasted himself, and pushed his tongue deeper. He brought his finger up to roughly massage her clit and she started to come. She bucked against him, moans and screams and gasps for air rushing from her lips. A grimace crossed her face and she jammed herself onto his tongue, jerking her cunt as if she was on a prick.
"Archie, coming ... corning hard!" she screamed. "Oh, good, so fucking good ... never came so hard before, never, ever...."
Archie held her tight, his finger and tongue working her over good until she fell limp. He put his arms around her hips, his face still buried in her soaking twat, and held her tight while she slowly came back to the world of the living.
"Oh, Archie, I came so hard," she sighed.
Archie moved up beside her and kissed her on the mouth. She sucked his tongue while her hand went down to his cock. He was only half hard.
"You're not hard, darling," she said.
"I always soften up when I do that. Guess I just get too absorbed in what I'm doing, but you won't have any trouble getting him back up. He's growing right now."
"Do you want me to return the favor?" she said. "I think I'd love it."
Jean reversed her position on the bed and took hold of his cock. "It is growing," she said, and slowly pulled the foreskin down. She wetted her lips and closed them over the little hole, the tip of her tongue coming out to spread it open. Archie sighed, Florence never did that.
She sucked at the head, her hand whispering up and down the rigid shaft. She knew she could make him come quicker if she masturbated him faster and harder, but it was better for him if it was slower, and she wanted to please him. She slid her hand down and cupped his balls.
Archie raised up on one elbow and gently stroked her hair. He felt her fingers slide back of his balls and search along the cleft of his ass. He squirmed when the tip of her finger toyed at the puckered little hole.
She raised up and looked at him. "This thing is almost too big to suck," she said. She didn't tell him that she adored sucking her black lover's cock. Contrary to popular belief, her black stud had a very ordinary sized pecker, and she could even deep throat him. She especially liked it when he unloaded in her mouth; he had such an unusually large amount of come; it literally filled her mouth.
Her finger kept going around in a tiny circle until it spread his asshole and then popped in. He grunted. She pushed in to the first knuckle and his nuts boiled. He knew she would bring him off quick like this, and he didn't want to come yet. He wanted to stretch out on her luscious, naked body and fuck her slowly and gently.
He pushed her head gently away. She looked up at him with surprise. "Let's fuck," he said.
She rolled onto her back and spread out, her long hair pillowed softly around her head. She lifted her knees and let them drop open and then reached out to him. He came down on top of her holding his cock in his hand. He brought it between her legs and eased it in slowly, the knob spreading the lips open. He looked down, watching his cock slide into her cunt. When he was all the way in, he let her pull him against her and they started fucking slowly.
"Oh, Archie, this is the way I like it, slow and gentle. It feels so nice. My baby, my baby," she cooed, and held his head in her hands and kissed his lips softly, then thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.
Archie had to admit it was good, no rush, no urgency, just long, easy strokes into her wet, sucking hole. She held him tight, playing with him with her hands and her mouth and her tongue as well as her cunt. Her soft thighs rubbed gently back and forth against his hips, too.
"I'll be your mistress, Archie. You don't have to leave your wife. Just do it like this to me two or three times a week and I'll be happy," Jean said.
"That wouldn't be fair to you, Jean."
"It's fair if I say it's fair."
"Let's think about that now," he said, stroking steadily into her hot tunnel. "You sure had a long meeting with clients today, clients and the old man."
"It really was, honey. We spent the whole day with two old farts that can't make up their mind what they want. We even had to eat lunch with them."
She was telling the truth, but she didn't mention that she sucked Old Man Bundy off in the car just before they came back to the office. She didn't mention, either, that she stopped for a drink one night a week with him and usually came back to his office and fucked. He was pretty good for a man over sixty and never failed to make her come.
She dropped her legs and put them straight down beside his. The sensations were increasing to a sweet, delicious feeling that always told her she was going to come. She squeezed her cunt lips together and lifted with her ass.
"I ... I'm gonna come, Archie. Keep going just the way you are; yeh, yeh, slow and long like that ... oh, honey, it feels so good." She ground her teeth together and hunched faster, twisting on him like his cock was a corkscrew. "Mmmmmm! Oh, Archie, I'm coming ... good, aw fuck it's so good!" Her legs came back up and locked over his back. "Come if you can, honey, I want to feel it," she squealed.
Archie was already close; her excitement brought him the rest of the way and he started spurting. He grunted and shoved hard, forcing thick gobs from the end of his cock. He continued thrusting until Jean seemed to calm down. He let his cock shrink and slip out by itself before he rolled off. "Twice a week wouldn't be enough," he said.
"Once a night wouldn't be enough," Jean said.
Jean finally got up and went and made two drinks and lit two cigarettes. She returned and sat on the bed and held his head in her lap.
"I've really got to be going," he said.
"I wish you could stay all night."
"I do, too," he said, and looked at her eyes to see if she could tell he was lying. "I really can't, though."
"I knew you couldn't; I was just wishing."
Archie got home a little after eight. He tried watching TV, and then he tried reading, and ended up pacing. He finally went to bed shortly after midnight and then lay staring into the darkness, wishing he had stayed with Jean.
He was convinced that she wasn't going to call. Hell, she can just stick it up her ass, he thought. He realized he didn't miss her as much as he thought he would. Maybe he was falling in love with Jean; he knew that was where he wanted to be right now.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Archie got up early and went straight to work. He was fifteen minutes early and the first to arrive, except old Man Bundy, who was already in his office. Bundy was always the first one there. Archie went into his office and closed the door behind him.
When he came out, the whole crew was there. Berry was pounding out copy on his typewriter, even though there wasn't any copy to pound out. Donna was standing, bending over her drawing board; she was wearing a pair of shorts that were so short that the bottom half of both cheeks were bare. Jean was standing by Archie's drawing table. None of the account executives were in yet.
Archie stared at Donna's ass for a moment, then walked over to Jean. Her eyes were sparkling. Archie tossed his thumb in Donna's direction. "Nice," he said.
"Take a good long look, Arch; she's showing it off for you," Jean said.
"Do I detect the green-eyed monster?" Archie said.
"Shit," Jean snorted, "she's a child."
"A child with a nice ass," Archie added. Jean grinned and he took her hand. "Jean, I'm taking two weeks vacation. I'll be out of town." Jean's face dropped. "When?"
"Right now. I'm on my way out."
"Oh, honey," she cried.
"Jean, I...." He looked around. Both Donna and Berry were looking at them. He grabbed her hand. "Come on, walk out to the elevator with me.
When they got to the elevator her eyes were filled with tears.
"Jean, I've got to get away, get my head on straight," he said.
"Is your wife going with you?"
"No, I'm going alone."
Jean sniffed, smiled, and wiped a tear from her eye. She liked that. "Oh, Archie, I love you," she said, and threw her arms around his neck.
They kissed for a long time. His whole body tingled with excitement at the feel of her mouth on his. "Aw shit, I ... I think I love you, too," he said.
"Is it that hard to take?"
"No. I'm just confused."
"Well, get unconfused and come back to me," she said. "One more kiss."
They kissed passionately and Archie got in the elevator.
Archie went to the bank. The teller told him that his wife had closed out their savings account, all twenty-eight hundred dollars. He withdrew a hundred and fifty bucks from the checking account, leaving thirty-three dollars and thirty-three cents, and borrowed a couple of hundred on the car. He was on the outskirts of Des Moines, and headed west an hour later.
He saw the veil of smog long before he rolled off the high plain and caught sight of the Mile High City nestled lazily in the fuzzy crotch of the Rockies. He had driven into the night and slept fitfully in the car, starting out again when the hot morning sun awakened him. The sun was now a blazing ball of fire in his eyes and he was tired. He needed a breather; Florence and Salt Lake City would have to wait another day.
He cruised into town and stopped at the first big restaurant and had a man-sized steak and a couple of whiskeys. He had only been in Denver once before and decided to look around a little before finding a place to sack out. The city had changed, but the bars hadn't. He remembered his sister lived in Denver and thought he should give her a call. He hadn't seen her in four years and they'd had a fight then.
"What the fuck's her last name?" he mumbled. Her husband's name was Darrell something or other. He had hated the bastard the minute he laid eyes on him. "Shit, don't matter," he said.
"Watcha say, buddy?" the bartender said.
"Nothin'," Archie said, and paid for his drink.
At a little after midnight, he slid onto a barstool in a downtown strip joint for one more. He was feeling no pain. It was a nice little place, but the chicks looked so damn young. The girls danced to canned music and peeled down all the way.
He was talking to the bartender and watching a gorgeous little brunette push her G-string down below her pubic bush when a girl came over and leaned heavily against his arm and asked if he wanted some company. She was tall and slim, with no boobs at all. He said no without even looking at her face. He turned on his stool and watched her walk away; the joint was almost deserted, only three guys there besides himself, and he felt sorry for her, but he had a standing rule never to buy a hustler a drink. They charged double and got weak tea or a spoonful of cheap champagne over crushed ice and led a guy to nothing but bankruptcy. He didn't have the dough to pay for unfulfilled promises.
His head was tilted back draining the last precious drop from his glass when he felt her hot, soft leg against his. He dropped his head and was nose to nose with the little brunette he had been admiring earlier. She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, a gorgeous little tongue, and smiled.
"Would you like to buy me a drink, Handsome?" she said.
"Aw ... I ... hell, it's awful late," he stammered.
She was standing between the Archie and the next barstool and her leg pressed hard against his. "It's never too late, honey," she said, touching his nose with the tip of her finger and letting it slide down against his lips.
She was a real dolly, with long brown hair that hung loose down her back, and the deepest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Even in the dim light they looked bluer than Flo's. He couldn't see the rest of her, she was standing too close, but he'd already seen all that there was to be seen, and it was great. She had pert, round tits and dark nipples, and a dark, hairy muff. Her legs were outstanding and reminded him of Jean's.
She puckered her fat little lips at him and slid up onto the barstool, pushing one of her knees between his legs.
Archie's better judgment said, "No way, baby," but his mouth said, "Yeh, I guess so."
She had slipped on a thin little dress that came an inch below when she was standing, and an inch above when she was sitting. He was glad she was sitting because he could see the crotch of her white panties. He figured it was the only thing she had on under the dress because her titties were swing free; his arm had told him that when she pressed against him.
"My name's Tina," she said, "what's yours?"
"Archie," he said.
"I like that; it fits you. Do you come in here often, Archie?"
"No. First time. I'm just passing through town."
"I didn't think I'd seen you before. I wouldn't forget you if you had," she said, pressing her leg against his. She rested her hand on his knee.
Archie knew it was all part of the game, a come-on, but her flattery blew his ego up like a balloon, and her hand on his knee sent shivers up his cock. The bartender brought the drinks and Archie paid for them.
"What do you do, Archie?" she asked.
"Aw, I'm ... I guess you could call me an artist ... and a writer."
"Oh, wow, that's neat," she said, and squeezed his knee, sliding her hand upwards a couple of inches.
Two drinks later, she held up her empty glass and looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "Another one?" she asked.
Archie was sure she added, "sucker," and said, "This is getting me nowhere but broke, honey."
"Just one more," she whispered, her hand gliding up the inside of his thigh. "We can go over to a booth where it's nice and dark." She let her hand sneak from the inside of his thigh to his cock. She traced down it's length and back up the other side. "Oooh, Goddamn, you got it big, honey," she cried.
"Okay, one more," Archie said, taking the bait, hook, line, and sinker.
She let her hand linger on his throbbing hard-on and then dropped off the bar stool to her feet. She took his hand, brushed her lips lightly across his and said, "Let's go, sugar."
Her legs were fabulous, long and smooth, and she let him see all of them when she slid into the booth. He slid in beside her.
"Come closer," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "I'll nurse this one a long time, Archie; I don't want you to go." She leaned close and pressed her mouth over his.
Her smell was exquisite and her taste heady. He let her kiss him for a long time before he realized the waitress had brought the drink and was waiting for her money. He took out his wallet and peeled out the bills.
"How old are you, Tina?" he asked.
"Eighteen," she whispered. "Don't squeal on me, because legally I can't work here. This is strictly a twenty-one state where liquor is concerned. I have a friend who made me some phony credentials."
"So young," Archie mused. "Do you have any idea how old I am?"
"Old enough to make a girl...." She giggled. "Happy," she added.
She had one arm tightly around his waist and was practically sitting on his lap. She kissed his neck and then stuck her wet little tongue into his ear. Archie shivered.
"Do you like working in a, uh ... a place like this?"
"Sure. It's a gas, really, and I like to dance. And the pay is great, too. I'm no artist, I'll admit, but I don't do too bad."
She fumbled for a cigarette from the pack on the table. She put one in her mouth, and while Archie lit it for her, she put her hand under the table and squeezed his cock through his pants. A thrill raced up Archie's spine.
"Actually, I guess I'd have to say I like stripping in front of strange men," she said, blowing a thin stream of blue smoke from her lips. "It runs me on, and I like to be turned on. They don't let you do much here. I've been thinking of moving farther out where they really let you get with it, you know, squat down and lay down and really spread open, and they let you get a lot closer to the customers there. I don't like to be inhibited when a bunch of dirty men are watching.
She took a drink from her glass and a long pull on her cigarette and put her hand back on his cock. She massaged it slowly through his pants. He was rock hard.
"Some places don't let a girl mingle, though, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like sitting with customers, flirting, teasing; you know, fooling around. Jesus, you really got a hard-on, Archie."
She squeezed the lump in his pants and then took his big hand and pressed tightly into the damp depths of her lap.
"Baby, you're really turning me on," Archie said.
"That's the general idea," Tina said.
She kissed him again, her tongue hot and alive in his mouth, her hand back on his cock.
Archie felt helpless; she really had him going now. He put his hand under her skirt and her legs fell open. He could feel her slit through the panties, and they grew wet when he ran his finger along the groove. She was breathing hard, but Archie knew it was a put on because when he tried to get his fingers inside the legband, she pulled away.
"I'm on next, so I better go and get ready. Will you wait for me?" she asked.
He hesitated and must have looked dubious.
"I don't usually offer too much, Archie, a few kisses, maybe a squeeze in the right place to keep a guy interested, but if I dig a guy ... I'll go a lot further. I dig you, Archie."
The sudden feel of her cool hand against his flesh was startling; he hadn't even realized she had him unzipped. She hauled his cock out and slowly masturbated him, then let go and got to her feet.
"Please wait, Archie," she said. "And don't put it back. Keep it out and hard for me."
"I'll wait," Archie said.
He felt like a prize sucker while he waited, but had to admit that for such a young girl she was already an expert at keeping a John on the string. Her dance was positively lewd, and directed right at Archie. He couldn't help himself; he had to wait. He put his hand under the table and slowly pulled on his cock. She had said to keep it hard, and between her dance and his hand, he didn't figure he would have any problem.
After her number, Tina disappeared behind stage for several minutes. She came out in the same little dress and slid in beside Archie. Her hand went quickly up his leg to his cock. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his shaft. "Mmmmm, yeh," she sighed, "you got a big one, Archie. I like big ones."
He ordered another round of drinks while she slowly pulled on his cock. She let go of his prick and took his hand and pushed it slowly up between her legs. It reached the top and he felt hair, hair as soft and silky as a duckling's down.
"That was my last gig so I left them off, Archie. Play with me, honey."
They sat kissing, Tina's hand sliding up and down on his cock, Archie spreading the hot little lips with the tip of his finger. She moaned softly and pressed against his finger. He was inside her to the first knuckle when the house lights glared on. Archie pulled away and looked around, blinking in the sudden light.
"It's two A.M., Archie, closing time. Time sure flys when you're having fun," she giggled, brushing her tiny skirt over her crotch and reaching for a cigarette. "I have a good idea, Archie, why not join us for breakfast?"
"Us?" Archie said.
"Yeh. Me and Jack, the bartender over there glaring at us. The young one with the black moustache. He's my husband."
"Your husband?" Archie cried, feeling like a prize chump.
"Don't look so startled, honey; he's not glaring, really."
He watched the young man with the black moustache walk over and slide in beside Tina. Archie put his deflated cock back in his pants and zipped up as unobtrusive as he could, his surprise turning to a slow burn.
"Jack, this is Archie," Tina said. "I invited him to have breakfast with us."
"Great," Jack said.
Archie declined, but Jack kept insisting. He was a real nice guy and Archie finally gave in. He wasn't mad anymore because he had known all along that it would turn out something like this. He figured he deserved it for being a sucker.
Over ham and eggs in an all night restaurant, they got quite friendly. Tina sat in the middle and played with Archie's cock under the table. Jack ate little and talked constantly.
"Where you staying?" Jack asked.
"I'll just sack out in my car so I can head on west early," Archie said.
"Hey, man, that's no good. Why don't you spend the night with us?" Jack said.
"Aw, I couldn't put you to that much trouble."
"No trouble, man. I insist."
Archie looked at Jack and then at Tina. She smiled and nodded her head. She had him unzipped again and was tracing her finger inside his pants on his cock. Archie felt awkward and blushed, sure that Jack had to be suspicious of what she was doing.
Archie followed their VW van for about twenty minutes before they pulled up beside a little white frame house. It wasn't a bad little place, but was pretty piled up inside. It was obvious that housekeeping was not one of Tina's strong points.
"Do you want a drink, Archie?" Jack asked.
"I think I'll pass, Jack. I'm half looped now and I'm beat," Archie answered, yawning.
"Make me one, sweets," Tina said.
Jack went into the kitchen to make the drinks and Tina started making up the couch, which pulled out into a bed. Archie shivered when she bent over the low couch. She still wasn't wearing underpants and the lips of her pussy squeezed between her thighs.
"Shit, I hate to put you kids to so much trouble," Archie said, and looked away, trying to get his mind off the bare ass peeping out from under Tina's skirt.
Tina straightened up and turned. "It's really no trouble, honey, no trouble at all," she said, and kissed him, her hand sliding across the bulge in his pants. "Geez, you're still hard."
"For God's sake, Tina," Archie blurted, looking in the direction of the kitchen.
"It's okay, honey, Jack doesn't mind." She kissed him again, her tongue in his mouth, and squeezed his cock.
Tina was back to making the bed when Jack ambled in, a tall drink in each hand. "I'm gonna hit the sack, babe; tomorrow is another working day," he said.
Archie sighed with relief when Tina finished making up the bed, and without another word, went into the bedroom with Jack. Archie snapped out the light, quickly stripped down to his shorts and crawled under the covers.
He could hear them talking softly in the bedroom and smelled the unmistakable aroma of pot. Tina was giggling. Archie felt kind of drunk all of a sudden, and unusually good. He hadn't gotten laid, but it didn't matter now; he got his money's worth. Maybe he would call his sister in the morning, after all, before he cruised out. He hadn't realized how beat he was and dropped off quickly.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping when he realized there was someone in bed with him and sat up. Tina put the palm of her hand over his mouth and pushed his head back onto the pillow. Her other hand was at the front of his shorts, found the opening and slid inside.
"Let's push those shorts off," she whispered, her hand already sliding smoothly back and forth on his cock.
"Where's Jack?" Archie asked.
"He's sound asleep. He drank too much."
"He didn't act drunk to me."
"He was, honey, he just doesn't show it. He always drinks too much when I dig a guy."
She let go of his cock and pushed on his shorts. He raised up and let her roll them over his ass. She threw the covers back and pulled his shorts down his legs and off, then she lay down beside him. She was naked, too, and felt great against his body. Archie put his arms around her and pulled her close.
"You sure are hairy, Archie. It tickles," she giggled.
They started kissing and feeling each other. Her cunt was wet, almost sticky, and Archie had a tremendous hard-on, in spite of his uneasiness about Jack.
"Yeh, Jack knows I dig you," she said, and rolled over on top of him. "Just lie still, honey; let me do it."
She was spread out on top of him and raised her ass to let her hand slip in and grasp him. She squeezed him playfully for several seconds before putting the tip of his cock against her cunt lips. Her pussy seemed to open up and gobble at him, and she gave a little grunt and forced herself around his cock.
Archie grunted in return when he felt her warmth surround him and lifted up. Her pussy skinned back his foreskin as he went in. She was tight and couldn't have taken him so easily if she hadn't been so well lubricated.
"Oof," she grunted, "you really are big. Give me some more, honey." She went into a gentle hip roll, slowly screwing herself onto his cock. "Feels good. I knew you'd feel good, Archie. Won't take me long like this; I come quick when I'm on top."
She started bouncing against him, pulling up to slide his cock across her clit each time she came up. She went faster and faster, holding herself away from close contact with her hands and knees. Her breathing became short gasps and she was literally riding on five points: two hands, two knees, and his cock.
"I'm coming, Archie, I'm coming. Just lie still and let me bring myself all the way. Aw, fuck, fuck, that feels good!"
She jerked above him for a few seconds, then her weight came down on his body. He could feel the sweat on her breasts as it cooled his skin. He let her lie still for a few more seconds before he started thrusting. He usually lasted a long time in this position, but she was so tight he figured he might as well go for a quick hard come himself.
He held her tight with his arms and thrust up into her, pumping rapidly with hard strokes. "I hope you're on the pill, baby, 'cause I'm gonna blast off," he cried.
"Yes, yes," she wheezed, "don't stop ... I'm gonna make it again, too."
They thrashed together, each coming hard. Archie kept pumping until his cock was wrung out. He dropped his arms straight out. She lay quietly spread-eagled on top of him.
"You really make it, don't you, baby?" Archie said.
"Yeh, man, fast and furious. I never did understand what all the fuss about a girl coming was. It's easy for me. I made it the first time I was laid, and I was only fourteen. Want to hear about it?"
"No," Archie told her. "Most guys do," she teased. "I'm not most guys."
"I guess that's why I dig you so much. Maybe I'll just go to California with you."
"I never said I was going to California."
"You know, Archie," she said, ignoring him, "Jack is always real hot for me after I make it with another guy."
"He know you have other men?"
"Sure. If he hadn't drunk so much and passed out, he'd be listening to us, prepping for his turn."
"Do you do this sort of thing often?"
"Only when I dig a guy. I never ball with a guy I don't dig. I dig you, Archie."
She rolled off beside him and held his face in her hands, lightly kissing him. "Yeh, I really dig you, Arch. Old Jack was so bombed he couldn't get it up and I knew I would have to have you. Course I knew I had to have you anyway; Jack knew it, too."
Archie had always thought he was a real square when it came to shit like this, but the more she talked the more aroused he got. She kept kissing his neck and finally took his hand and pushed it between her legs.
"Feel my cunt, Archie. It wants you again." She found his cock with her hand. "Yeh, you're hard again. I knew I could count on you. Let's fuck again."
Archie rolled over on top of her. "I'll do the honors this time," he said. He grabbed his cock and found her sheath. He went in easily this time and her legs came up over his back, pulling him all the way into her slot.
"Oh, goddamn, but I dig fucking!" she screamed.
It had been good with her on top, but it was even better with her firm little body under his. He was in deep and snug, and her legs held him firmly in place. She started writhing, showing him some movements that he didn't know existed. She was still tight, too, in spite of his slick goo. He wondered how a girl who must fuck as much as she did stayed so tight.
"Oh, shit man, that feels good. Don't stop, don't slow down, just keep on fucking," she cried.
Archie fucked hard, his cock already tingling with joy. He thought he would last a long time, but she was too active, grinding under him, her cunt clutching at his cock like a vise.
"I'm gonna come," he cried.
"Yeh, yeh, me too," Tina shrieked.
They came together, sweating and straining to drain every drop of pleasure they could get. Tina's legs fell away from his back and they lay there panting for breath.
"Just leave it in and go to sleep, lover. I want to wake up with your cock inside me in the morning," she said.
CHAPTER SIX
When Archie opened his eyes the sun was streaming through the open front door. He sat up and looked around. He was alone and thought maybe he had dreamed last night. Hearing activity in the kitchen, he crawled off the couch and went to the door. Tina was fooling around in front of the stove. She had on a short robe, what else he didn't know, and her long legs looked even better than he remembered them from last night. She turned and looked at him.
"Good morning, gorgeous," she said, her eyes starting at his face and traveling downward. "How do you feel?"
"I feel great," Archie said. Surprisingly, he did. "Is it okay if I take a shower? I must smell like a bear."
"Sure, help yourself. There should be a clean towel in there somewhere." Her eyes twinkled. "I like bears, 'specially hairy ol' bears with big ol' cocks."
Archie glanced down, remembering he wasn't wearing any shorts and beat a hasty retreat for the john. Everything he had remembered from the night before was true. He turned on the shower, let it get lukewarm, and stepped in.
He knew she was in the shower with him without turning around. She stepped into the spray, still wearing her robe, and embraced him, turning her face up for a kiss. He kissed her hard on the mouth, the fire of last night returning with surprising urgency.
With her hair stringy and matted against her head, she kissed his lips and then his chin and on down over his throat. Bending her knees, she moved back and forth on his chest, sucking each little nipple into a hard button. She trailed on down his belly until she was on her knees and staring directly at his cock.
"I dig oral sex, too," she said, her voice funny and blubbery under the splashing water.
He gasped as she circled his pecker with her fingers, ovaled her lips, and closed over his cock head. The touch of her soft, warm mouth was unbelievable under the spraying water. His cock swelled hard and he started pushing into her mouth.
She sucked for several seconds, then feeling the tension in the backs of his legs, backed off. She looked up into the spray and smiled. "I'd like to suck you off, Archie, but I want to fuck worse."
Archie looked down at her and felt like superstud. "Let's try for both," he said, prodding against her lips with his cock.
She hesitated for a moment, then drew him in again. Her mouth was alive and hot, taking in his cock and then pushing out, and always sucking. Archie felt the weakness in his knees and fucked into her mouth. His knees almost buckled and he felt his nuts let go. His stuff spilled into her mouth, thick and rich. She held the head and jacked the staff, her mouth sucking him out like he was a cream filled chocolate. She drained his prick completely.
She got to her feet and peeled off the soaking robe, her skin smooth and glistening with water. "Come on, lover," she said, grabbing his hand, "let's go in on the couch."
Archie followed meekly, his legs still rubbery, the myth of superstud hanging shriveled and limp between his legs.
They left a trail of water from the bathroom to the couch where Tina quickly stretched out on her back. "Okay, ball me," she said.
"Have a heart, baby; I'm not superman," Archie whined.
"You promised," she said.
"I didn't promise."
"Well, you implied it."
He looked guiltily at the bedroom door, which was ajar. "Jack is probably up by now," he said, stalling.
She reached up and grabbed him. "Don't worry about Jack; he's still asleep," she said, pulling his head down. "Eat me."
Archie knew she wouldn't give up, so he let her push his face between her thighs. They were soft and smooth, and wet. She tasted like honey, sweet and pure, and he bent to his task, thrusting his long tongue into her cunt. He decided there really wasn't anything like youth, especially when it was hot, willing, and female.
"Ooooooh, baby," she sighed, her voice like the tinkle of a little silver bell. She held his face tightly against her crotch and lifted up with her hips.
He thought of little Donna back in Des Moines and how sweet she must taste. He thought of Jean, too, and felt a little guilt, like he was cheating on her. He reached down and felt his cock; to his surprise it lengthened in his hand. He sucked at her pussy, pulling at his dong until he was good and hard. She was ready, too, squirming like an eel out of water.
He raised up, under a mild protest, and held his cock for her to see. "A promise is a promise is a promise...." he said.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down," she said, stretching her arms out to him. "That's why I dig you so much."
Archie glanced furtively at the bedroom door while he eased down on top of her. She had hold of his cock.
"Don't fret about Jack, honey; he's probably watching."
"Huh?" Archie said.
She pulled him down by Ms cock. "I said don't fret, baby ... fuck!"
It was a new experience for Ardiie. He didn't understand the younger generation, but when he felt his cock slide into her wet pussy he decided to worry about it another time.
Since he had just made it, he thought he would last a year, but that sweet tight thing clamped around his cock and milked at him like the farmer's wife. She was frantic, twisting, jerking, lunging up against him, grunting and groaning all the while.
Archie tried, but he couldn't hold off and felt his balls cut loose. He pumped squirt after squirt, blubbering a stupid apology for coming so quick.
"It's okay, honey," she said, and wiggled out from under him. "Don't worry about it. Go and have a cup of coffee."
She jumped off the couch and dashed into the bedroom, leaving the door wide open. Archie sat up, afraid to look, still half expecting a raging husband on his back. Instead, within seconds he could hear the sweet symphony of sex, the bed springs ringing their happy tune loud and clear.
There's no modesty left in the world, he thought, and went into the bathroom and turned off the shower. He wasn't going to, but he glanced into the bedroom when he walked by. Jack was on his back on the bed and Tina was on top of him pounding away with a fury. He could see Jack's cock sliding in and out, the froth from her cunt soaking his hair.
He was in the kitchen drinking coffee when Jack bounced in, shaved, dressed, and full of life. Archie felt guilty as hell and couldn't look him in the eye, even though he had decided it was time to head out. Besides, he was completely fucked out.
"Sleep okay?" Jack said, falling onto a chair and reaching for the coffee pot.
"Yeh, fine, Jack," Archie said. "Thanks."
Tina came in and opened the refrigerator. Jack lit a cigarette and nonchalantly sipped his coffee. Archie gasped. Tina was wearing nothing but tiny, sheer panties, her dark bush pushing out the front in stark relief, the tips of her bare tits red and still standing hard.
"Goddam, I need a beer," she said. The frig was full, full of beer, no food. She cracked the beer and went over and put her arm around Archie. He could feel her hard nipples against his shoulder blades. "Want a beer, Archie?" she said.
"Too early for me, Tina," Archie replied.
Jack got up and went to the sink with his coffee cup.
"Jesus, I dig you, honey," Tina said, draping her arm over his shoulder and down into his shirt. Her wet tongue found his ear.
Jack turned. "I gotta shuffle off to work. You two'll have the house to yourselves," he said.
"Yeh, and you can fuck me again," Tina said.
"I really should be headin' out," Archie said quickly. Tina was draped over his back, her arm all the way down the front of his shirt, her hand inside his trousers.
"Why don't you hang around for a few days," Jack said. "We'll be glad to put you up."
"Hell, I can't put you kids out anymore." He was embarrassed the way Tina was hanging over him, but he tried to act cool.
"No problem, man. Think about it; we can have a ball tonight," Jack said. He waved and left the house.
"Does Jack work every day?" Archie asked.
"Yeh. He's a parking lot attendant."
"And tends bar until two a.m.?"
"He doesn't tend bar every night. Just two, sometimes three nights." She was still hanging over his shoulder and had his soft cock in her hand. "It's big even when it's soft," she said.
"Don't you ever get enough?"
"Never have," she said, rolling his prick in her hand.
"I do, and I have," he said. "Besides, I really should be heading out."
"Have a beer with me first." Archie shook his head.
Tina let go of him and went to the cupboard and took out a bottle of whiskey and got two glasses. She came back to him and sat on his lap. "Okay, have a farewell drink with me."
She poured a liberal shot into each glass, slipped one arm around his neck, and held up her glass. "To love," she said.
Archie shrugged, clinked his glass to hers, and threw down the drink. Tina quickly poured two more. After four shots, Archie's head was swimming.
"You little minx," he drawled, "I'm in no shape to drive now."
"One more for the road and then let's go in the bedroom. I have some fantastic grass." She poured a double and they tossed them down.
She got up and took his hand and helped him to his feet. He dwarfed her, but he appeared a lot drunker. She led him to the bedroom and pushed him backwards onto the bed, then peeled her tiny panties slowly down her long legs.
"Get undressed, honey. Smoking pot is much better when you're naked."
Archie laborously shed his clothing while Tina rolled a joint. When he was naked, she crawled onto the bed and lit the joint. They smoked it slowly, passing it back and forth.
"How do you feel?" she said, when the joint was gone.
"Higher than a fucking kite," he snorted.
"Let's have another. I want you stoned out of your gourd."
They smoked another, and then another. Archie hardly knew where he was. He did know he felt great, and lay back with his hands under his head. Tina reached into the thick hair and lifted his cock in her hand. She started stroking his rod, and he watched through half closed eyes while the thing swelled in her hand. She pulled it to full erection and then slowly peeled the foreskin down over the crown. He grunted when the tight skin cleared the thick ridge, and grunted again when, holding the shaft tight, she drew her hand all the way to the base.
"Oh, goddamn, look, Archie, it. looks like a big old ripe plum," she squealed. "I'm gonna jack you off."
She sat there and pumped at his cock, keeping the foreskin all the way down. Archie felt weak and helpless, the sensations in his cock almost unbearable. He was immediately on the verge of coming, but didn't come, the feeling reaching a peak of intensity and then tapering off. He was sweating profusely and gasping for breath when the juice finally spouted up into the air. Tina squeezed the stuff out, letting it run down over his cock and her hand.
Tina got up and left the room; she returned with two glasses of whiskey. "Time for a little drinkie," she said.
"Shit, Tina, already drunk," Archie said.
"Yeh, me too, honey, but let's really tie one on," she said, and handed him the glass.
Archie didn't have any resistance left and drank the whiskey. He was almost out of it and didn't realize she was spreading body oil over his cock. He lay for a long time before he knew she was masturbating him again and he was hard. The sensation started in his asshole, up to his balls, and then through his cock.
"Can you come again, honey?" she drawled. "Let's see if you can come again."
She jacked him furiously, her slippery hand sliding from the tip of the naked glans down into the hair, and then back up again.
"Aw, Tina ... Jesus, that feels good," Archie moaned drunkenly.
She pumped him for a long time; he stayed hard, but he didn't come. His ass lifted off the bed when she drew her hand up and fell back down when she stroked back down. He moaned softly, his cock throbbing in her fist.
Her arm grew tired and she straddled his hips and pushed the slippery thing into her cunt. She sat upright, pushing his whole cock into her hole, and bounced. It felt grand all the way in there, and it was so slippery and slid in and out with such ease.
She humped on him until her orgasm started, then fell forward and fucked herself with just the bulbous head inside her lips. She lay fucking like this for a long time, the good feeling lingering all the while.
"Aw, fuck, I love this feeling," she moaned, "love it, love it, love it."
When she was satisfied she got off and stretched out beside him. Her hand found his cock and she started stroking again, determined to bring him off. She clamped her fist around the glans and rubbed it hard, her hand going faster and faster.
Archie was no longer aware of what was happening. He did know that he was getting this terrific sensation in his cock and balls. It grew until he thought it was going to pull his asshole right through his cock.
A thick growl escaped his lips and he was coming again: The first spurt was thick, but the rest was thin and watery. Tina kept pumping even after he had stopped spurting. Archie moaned with pain and tried to pull away, but she kept her hand around his cock, changing to long strokes. He remained hard.
Archie was out cold and oblivious to everything when he came again. He had practically nothing left and a few bubbles of thin goo dribbled out, still she kept going.
Tina finally stopped, but only because her arm was tired and she fell asleep.
She awakened several hours later and sat up with a start. She looked at her watch. "Jesus, I gotta be to work in thirty minutes," she cried, and leaped out of bed. She took a quick shower and dressed. "See ya, sweetie," she said, and left. Archie mumbled something and rolled over on his side.
It was still light, but the shadows were growing long when Archie heard someone in the house and opened his eyes. It hurt just to open them and he still felt pretty drunk. He pulled the sheet over his naked middle when Jack appeared in the doorway.
"Hi, Archie, glad to see you're still with us," he said. "Come on out and meet Lois. She works with me and stopped by for a drink on the way home."
Lois appeared in the door for a moment, then disappeared into the other room with Jack. She was a big girl, bigger than Jack, almost half a head taller. She wore dark slacks and a short sleeved pink sweater, the sweater was well filled in front. She was sort of a blonde and not real pretty.
Archie found his shorts, almost fell, and had to sit on the bed get them on. He followed the same procedure with his pants. He put on his shirt, but didn't button it, and skipped his shoes.
"Damn ... head is splitting," Archie said.
Jack heard him from the next room and shouted, "Aspirin in the bathroom. I thought you looked kind of rough."
Archie went into the bathroom, found the aspirin, and took three. He then washed his face in cold water. He leaned over the basin for several minutes hoping the dizziness would go away. It didn't, so he took a leak and washed his face again. He felt a little better and went into the front room.
Lois and Jack were sitting on the couch, which was still opened into a bed, the blanket and sheets a rumpled mess. They were sitting very close and each had a drink. Jack had his hand inside Lois's sweater.
"I brought home some scotch. Good stuff if you like it," Jack said.
"God, the thought of a drink is revolting," Archie said.
"Hair of the dog, Archie," Jack said. 'This is Lois, Arch; she parks cars all day. Pretty damn good at it, too."
"Hi, Lois," Archie said.
"Hi, Archie," Lois said. It didn't seem to bother her that Jack was playing with her tits in front of a stranger.
"Where's Tina?" Archie asked.
"At work. She has to be there at six; it's almost eight now. Where you been?"
"I got pretty drunk. Must have passed out."
Lois and Jack weren't paying much attention to Archie; they were kissing, and he could see the bottom swell of Lois's big tit where Jack had pushed up her sweater.
"Sure you won't have a drink?" Jack said, when they broke their kiss. He was massaging her nipple now and Archie could see the big pink circle of flesh. He couldn't see the nipple, but figured it was big, too.
"Yeh. Maybe in a little while," Archie said.
"There's some bread and cold cuts if you want to get something on your stomach first."
Archie's cock felt raw, and he would have bet he couldn't get a hard-on for a month, but he felt the familiar stirrings from watching Jack feel Lois's tits.
"A sandwich might just hit the spot, if you'll excuse me," Archie said.
They didn't answer because they were necking again.
Archie went into the kitchen and found the bread on the table. The cold cuts were in the refrigerator. There was a quart of milk, too. He made a sandwich with three slices of bologna and had a glass of milk. It helped, so he opened a beer and went back into the front room.
Lois and Jack were really getting with it. Her sweater was on the floor and her slacks were pushed down to her knees. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She was half lying down and had Jack's cock in her hand.
Archie sat and watched. He'd never experienced anything like the last couple of day, and decided to relax and enjoy. He sipped his beer. He still had a slight headache, but it didn't seem to matter anymore.
Lois's slacks joined her sweater on the floor and Archie noted that she was an extremely well-cunted young woman. The lips were thick and long and spread open wide under Jack's fingers. It looked pink and wet inside, at least from where Archie sat. She had a fine pelt, too, thick and curly and somewhat darker than the blonde hair on her head.
She got Jack's pants off, too, and onto her back. His cock seemed to glide effortlessly into her cunt and was soon out of sight in the thick mat between her legs. They started thrashing, fucking wildly, completely oblivious of their audience.
Archie's view was somewhat distorted now, what with arms and legs and Jack's bobbing ass and an occasional glimpse of a fat tit, but it served a purpose, anyway, and Archie felt his cock hard and long in his pantleg. He wondered if Jack's cock had felt like this when he knew Archie was fucking Tina. Tina had said he was probably watching from the door.
Jack started coming, his bare ass bobbing like a cork. "Jesus, Lois ... good, good," he groaned, and then lay still.
Archie finished his beer and put the can on the floor. Jack rolled off the big woman and she sat up and looked at Archie.
"I didn't come," she said, casually.
Archie lit a cigarette and looked at her big tits. They hung down and the nipples looked very red.
"Got another one of those?" Lois said.
Archie fished out another cigarette and lit it. He walked over to the couch and put it between her lips. She drug in a mouthful of smoke, took Archie's hand, and pressed it to one of her tits.
"I like it lots better when I come," she said. Archie felt his cock jangle in his pants. "Maybe I can help," he said.
"God, I hope so," Lois said.
Archie took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Her big tits swung from side to side. Jack was lying on his stomach, his eyes closed. Archie led her into the bedroom. She sat on the bed and watched him undress. When he pushed his shorts down, she rolled her tongue wetly over her lips.
"I like a man with a big cock." she said. "Step over here and let me kiss it."
Lois had a perfect mouth for cocksucking. Her lips were full and opened wide. She kissed his cock on the hole, her lips sucking the ooze away. Then she engulfed the head and sucked away whatever man taste Tina had left. She sucked for maybe half a minute, then let him drop free and looked up at him.
"Jack got me primed, now you fuck me," she said.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Her cunt was even more beautiful at close range, the thick, hair fringed lips slightly open to reveal a hint of the pink, wet interior. Archie kneeled between her legs and pressed his cock in, sliding it back and forth in the deep gash before settling at the hole and shoving his thick knob in. She moaned and hunched up, her cunt coming open to take him in.
Her cunt was big and accommodated him easily, the whole thing sliding in in one slick thrust. Her knees were up, her feet flat on the bed. She felt hot and slippery in there and Archie started humping.
"Oh, goddamn, honeeee," she cried, "you feel so good in there! Make me come ... pleeeease!"
Her cunt was big, but still felt snug because she had great muscular control squeezing him tight each time he withdrew, and she had moves that wouldn't quit. She kept her feet flat on the bed and lifted with his strokes. She was a better fuck than Tina or Florence or Jean or anybody. She was more comfortable, had more pussy control, and provided more action.
They fucked for a long time, both sweating profusely in the hot, little room. Archie held her in his big, hairy arms and kept kissing her mouth. She had a great mouth, so soft and full and kissable. She kissed back, moaning constantly, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
It was the best fuck Archie had ever had and he knew he was lasting a long time only because Tina had thoroughly drained him earlier. He was glad because he wanted to last a long time; it was too good for a quickie. He had everything but his balls in and thought he could get them in, too, if he really tried.
"Aw, shit, Lois," he moaned, "I'm gonna come."
"Good, good ... me too. Keep going, keep going," she cried. "Archie, Archie ... darling, I'm coming ... oooooh, fuck am I ever coming!"
They fucked wildly, Archie emptying himself completely while Lois rocked and jerked and twisted under him. They both went limp and lay panting.
"Oooh, Archie, I never had it so good," she said softly.
Archie brushed the hair from Her eyes and kissed them. He kissed her forehead, her nose her cheeks and finally her lips. She held him tight, sucking his tongue and lips hungrily.
"I've never come the first time I made it with a guy before," she said.
"I suppose there's been lots of first times," Archie said. He wondered immediately why he said it.
"No, not many. I never let a guy fuck me on the first date, either, let alone fifteen minutes after I met him."
Archie rolled off and lay on his back. He felt unusually good. "Want a cigarette?" he said. "Yeh," she said.
He leaned over the edge of the bed and found his shirt. He fished out two and lit them and handed her one. She sat up and hugged her knees.
"I've never come with Jack," she said.
"How many times you made it with him?"
"Four, counting today."
"How come you keep coming back?"
"I feel sorry for him. His wife is such a slut."
"His wife is a slut, but it's okay for you?"
"You sound like a prude. It isn't the same with me, anyway. I'm not married to anyone, or even committed."
"You wouldn't do it if you were?"
"Hell no." She looked down at him and giggled. "Is this a proposal?" she asked.
"Would you accept if it was?"
She bent over and kissed him hard. "Yes, I think I would," she whispered. She sat back up and stroked his forehead with her hand. "I feel so good, so ... so fulfilled. I never felt like this afterwards before. I'm a big girl, Archie, big all over; I need a big man. You're the first really big guy I ever made it with. How come I never met you before?"
"I'm just passing through. On my way to Salt Lake City."
"Oh," she said, frowning. "When are you going on?"
"In the morning." He looked closely at her face and could see the disappointment. She wasn't pretty at all; her mouth was too big. She had beautiful eyes, though. "I'll be back through in a few days on my way back to Iowa."
"Will you call me?" she said.
"I don't know your phone number."
"I'll give it to you."
They started kissing and hugging and before either really knew it was going to happen, they were fucking again. Archie was exhausted, still he had a hard-on that wouldn't stop. They fucked for a long time again. She was on top at first, but Archie finally rolled her over and they finished with Archie over her, ramming in hard. It was as good as the first time.
Jack stood in the doorway smoking a cigarette. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" he said.
Lois cupped Archie's ear and whispered, "I came again, and hard. That's twice, another first for me."
She sat up and slid her feet to the floor. "I've got to be going home," she said.
"Hey, baby, why not stick around a while? Hell, spend the night. We can smoke some grass, get good and high and have a ball."
"I'm not into threesomes, Jack," she said, and went into the bathroom.
"She's a strange broad, Archie. I fooled around with her for three months before she let me fuck her, and then I felt she just felt sorry for me. She's a great fuck, though. Her cunt's a little big, but boy can she move."
He came over and sat on the bed.
"You didn't have any trouble making her, though," he said.
"I have a way with women," Archie said, grinning.
"That's no shit. Hell, Tina went wild for you the minute she laid eyes on you."
Lois came back into the room. She was dressed and ready to go. "I've gotta run," she said.
"Give us a goodbye kiss," Jack said.
She gave Jack a kiss and went around the bed and leaned over Archie. She kissed him hard and pressed a piece of paper into his hand. "Will I see you again?" she said.
"Yes," Archie answered. He could see the glow in her eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Archie awakened the next morning he could hear someone in the kitchen. He got up and went to the door. Jack was sitting at the table drinking coffee.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Almost eight, Arch. I gotta be getting," Jack answered.
"Where's Tina?"
"She didn't come home," Jack said, nonchalantly. "I made extra coffee. Just help yourself."
"Thanks, Jack." He went into the kitchen and sat down. Jack poured him a cup of coffee. "I'm gonna be headin' out this morning. I sure want to thank you for your hospitality."
"Think nothing of it, buddy, and have a good trip."
"Thanks again. Will you be seeing Lois?"
"Sure. I see her every day."
"Tell her I said goodbye, uh, Tina, too."
"Sure, buddy," Jack said. "I gotta go now. Close the front door when you leave, okay?"
Archie sat and finished the pot of coffee. He had never met anyone like Jack and Tina before. They were very strange people to his way of thinking. Maybe he had just led a sheltered life, he decided.
He went out to his car and got his suitcase and then took a hot shower and put on fresh clothing. It felt good to be clean and alive. It felt good to be sober, too.
He made up the sofa bed and cleaned up the filthy kitchen. He wondered how anyone could live in such a shithole. Lois had mentioned that, too. He was about to leave when he remembered his sister. He glanced around the room and saw the telephone. The telephone book was lying open on the floor nearby.
He picked up the book and stood holding it. "Let's see, what the fuck is her name now," he said. He thought for a moment and then turned to the front of the book. "A, ab, ac," he said as his finger trailed down the column to the top of the page, and down again. "Ackerman, that's it, Art, Chester ... Darrell, Darrell Ackerman. Little fucking asshole." He held his finger on the number and dialed. "If he answers I'll hang up." It rang three times, and then a woman answered.
"Hello," she said.
"I'd like to speak with Mrs. Ackerman," he said. "This is Mrs. Ackerman," she said coldly, like she thought he was a salesman. "Hi, Bonnie Jean," he said. "Who is this?"
"Archie ... your long lost brother."
"Archie!" she screamed. "My God, where are you?"
She sounded excited and it made him feel good. He was already glad he had called. "I was passing through and thought I should give you a call. I'm in Denver.
"Oh, my God." There was silence for a moment. "You're coming out, aren't you?"
"Well, I ... "
"You've got to, Archie. I'll kill you if you don't. Oh, God, I ... Jesus, I'm so excited. Oh, please, Archie. Come out and have lunch; it's almost noon."
Archie's stomach growled, and he remembered he hadn't eaten anything but a bologna sandwich since day before yesterday. He was starved. "Uh, I can't do that, but I could stop by after lunch for a little while. Uh, is what's his face home?"
"Darell? No, he's out of town. What time will you be here? Do you know where I live? Oh, honey, I'm just so excited."
He finally got off the phone and sat down. She really sounded like she wanted to see him, and the asshole wasn't there. Yes, he'd stop by. The last time they'd seen each other she had told him she never wanted to see him again. "I guess she didn't really mean it," he said aloud.
Archie didn't really know his sister. When he was sixteen and she was eleven, his mother and step-father had moved to California. He didn't like California and he didn't like his step-father, so he ran away a year later and never went back. He wrote his mother a couple of times after he settled in Des Moines and married Florence, but he hadn't seen her since. She hadn't minded, really; both of her kids had meant little to her.
He saw his sister again four years ago. She was on her honeymoon. Her husband was a feisty little loudmouth and Archie hated him immediately. He was much smaller than Bonnie Jean and was already mean to her, and they had only been married a couple of weeks. He had sided with his sister in an argument and they both turned on him. While he was still mad, the asshole pushed Florence and almost made her fall. Archie opened the door and threw him out. Bonnie Jean had screamed and cussed and clawed at her brother. He threw her out, too. He hadn't seen her since, and received one Christmas card in the last four years. The card had arrived the previous Christmas, so he figured she must have cooled down a little.
Archie realized he still remembered his sister as a twelve-year-old girl. Their stay in Des Moines had been rather brief and he really hadn't seen her at all. He wouldn't recognize her if he met her face to face on the street. She had sounded like she wanted to see him, though, and he knew he wanted to see her now.
He grabbed his bag and went out to the car. His stomach was growling; he was going to stop and have a huge meal. He went back and closed the front door and then drove away. He felt good to be away from the place.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Archie pulled up into the driveway. He whistled softly. Some house. It looked like a mansion to him-heavily landscaped, manicured yard, a big two story house set way back. "Wow," he said.
He was halfway to the door when he saw the movement of the curtains in the window and she was running out to meet him. She leaped at him, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Archie, Archie," she screamed.
"Hi, Bonnie Jean," he said, and pushed her back so he could look at her.
Bonnie Jean had changed, or maybe he hadn't seen her at all when she came to visit him. She was a big woman, almost five-ten, but she wasn't fat, slim, actually. She had a nice figure with high, bouncy tits, and she was prettier than Archie remembered. Her hair was dark, almost black. He could see the family resemblance.
"Aw, Archie," she said, and kissed him.
They walked arm in arm to the house. It was even more impressive on the inside.
"Boy, what's-his-face must do all right. I still hate the dirty...."
"Archie, please," Bonnie Jean said.
"Okay," Archie said with a grin. "Looks like you're in the chips."
"He knows how to make money."
"Yeh, I guess so."
Archie saw a little boy come out from behind a big chair. "Who's that?"
"We call him Little Ack. He's really Darrell B. Ackerman, Jr. He's three."
Another one came out from behind the chair. He was wearing a diaper and seemed about to fall with each step.
"That's Donald. He's one and a half. David, the baby is asleep. David is six months."
"Christ, when does what's-his-name get time to make any money?"
Bonnie Jean laughed. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I'm pretty sure I'm that way again. Missed two months already."
"Aw, shit, Bonnie Jean, don't you know about birth control? What kind of animal is that horse's...."
Bonnie Jean put the tip of her fingers to Archie's mouth. "Don't...." she said. She stepped close and put her arms around him again and kissed him on the mouth. "God, I've missed you, Archie. After our last meeting I cried for two days or five hundred miles, whichever came first."
"I cried a little, too."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Goddam, I've really got a brother after all. You don't mind if I swear?"
"Hell, no. Swear to your heart's content, sis."
"Sis ... I love that. Ack won't let me swear, says it's crude. Shit, sometimes a person just has to swear."
Little Ack grabbed his mother's skirt. "Shit," he said.
"Don't say that, Ack, or your father will beat the shit out of you," she said.
Archie laughed. "I don't see how you take care of all this."
"Oh, I have all the help I want. Actually, I don't do much more than take care of the kids."
"Jesus, that's enough."
"Sit down and I'll make you a drink. Then I'll show the place to you."
"Are you happy, sis?" he asked.
"I'm not unhappy," she said, hesitantly. She was at the bar and had her back to him so he couldn't see her face, but he knew what that meant.
She came to the couch with two drinks and sat beside him.
"You didn't really answer my question," Archie said.
"I have everything, Archie. Why shouldn't I be happy?"
"Everything isn't everything," he said, and grinned at his own sagacity. He tasted his drink. "Geez, good stuff," he said.
"Everything Ack buys is good stuff. Let's not get serious, Arch; let's just enjoy each other.
Okay?"
"Okay," Archie said.
The finished their drinks and then she showed him around the house. Archie was very impressed. They ended up back in the huge living room, where Bonnie Jean made another round of drinks. They were on their fourth round when the baby started crying.
"There's David. Bet he's hungry. Wet, too," she said.
She finished her drink in one swallow and got up. The boys were playing in the other end of the room and she went over and picked up Donald and took little Ack's hand. "Nap time," she said.
"Where's all this help you talked about?" Archie asked.
"When you called, I gave everyone the rest of the day off. I'll be right back."
She was gone about fifteen minutes, and then returned with a fat baby in her arms. Archie was at the bar getting another drink.
"Make me one, too," she said. "He was wet, but he'd dry now, and hungry." She sat on the couch.
Archie made the drinks and put hers on the coffee table and sat down in a chair facing the sofa. "Where's the kid's drink?"
"Right here," Bonnie Jean said, and started to unbutton her blouse. She had a fat tit with a red, protruding nipple out in an instant and fed the nipple into the baby's mouth. The baby sucked with contentment. She held him tight and leaned forward for her drink.
Archie's face was red; he hadn't expected this. "You always have a drink when you feed the kid?"
"Not always," she said, taking a sip. "You don't approve?"
"No, I ... hell, I don't know. It's not my kid."
"Okay, I'll put the drink down." She put the drink back on the coffee table. "Come over and sit beside me."
Archie didn't move. He was embarrassed and felt kind of funny. It made him tingle a little, too, and that kind of frightened him.
"Oh, come on. Don't be an old prude," she snapped.
Archie got slowly to his feet, went over to the couch, and sat down. Not too close, though.
"Oh, slide over; don't be so bashful, we're grownups." Archie slid over, but he looked straight ahead. "Give me a sip of your drink." Archie held the glass to her lips. She took a big swallow and when he took the glass away, some splashed out and dripped from her chin to her breast. "Oh, Archie, that's cold, lick it off, don't waist it."
"Aw, Bonnie Jean, stop it," Archie said.
Bonnie Jean giggled. "Look at him go, Archie; he really likes sucking mamma's titties." She closed her eyes for a second and sighed. "I feel so good, Archie. I've had just enough booze to make me all mellow, and it gives me little chills to have a baby nursing on me. I hope I don't shock you, but it makes me kind of tingly, you know, down there." She gave a quick glance at her crotch.
Archie blushed, but felt himself getting turned on. He took a big slug from his drink and tried to fight it.
"Do you remember when I was about nine and we played house?"
"No," Archie said.
"I'll bet you do. You were almost fourteen and you knew a lot more about what we were doing than I did. You unbuttoned my blouse and tried to suck my titties. I didn't have any titties then, just little nipples. I have titties now, and big nipples. Do you want to suck my titties, Archie?"
"Aw, Christ, Bonnie Jean."
"Ack calls me Jean."
"Well, I call you Bonnie Jean," Archie snapped. He glanced down and saw that she opened her dress more and had the other tit exposed. It was round and looked smooth and soft. The nipple was puffed up and red, like a ripe cherry, and it was wet where milk had oozed out.
"Aw, shit, Bonnie, don't," he moaned.
"You used to call me Bonnie, when I was nine. Suck it, Archie, taste my milk. I want you to."
Archie felt a helpless feeling rush over him and bent down and took the wet, succulent nipple into his mouth. The milk flowed easily and he filled his mouth and swallowed. Bonnie sighed and caressed his head with her hand. Archie felt his cock swelling, straightening out, and pushing down his pantleg.
"Oooh, that feels nice, Archie, my baby, my big brother, my sweetheart," she moaned. God, honey, it used to excite me when you sucked on my tiny titties; it made me tingle all over. It's making me tingle now, honey, but the tingling is more localized. Goddamn, you're making me feel good. And remember the first time you put your hand in my pants? I didn't have any hair at all. I got so hot. I didn't know what was happening, really, but I know I liked it."
Archie had his eyes closed. He sucked gently, savoring the milk, savoring the thought. His cock was hard as a rock; he wanted her so bad, maybe more than he had ever wanted anyone. He remembered how he had wanted her back then, only she was too small and he couldn't get it in. Kids experimenting, playing at being grown up; Jesus, it was wonderful.
"Lots of times I lay in bed and think of when we used to lay out behind the garage in the tall grass and you would take my cotton panties off and play with my little pussy. God, it excited me so, Archie. You made me feel so good. And then one day you opened your pants and had me take out your prick. Remember?"
Archie remembered and it gave him a thrill. Then he felt her hand on his leg, felt it creep slowly up, rub lightly over his erect cock, and finally circle it through his pants and hold it tight.
"Ooooooh," Bonnie sighed, "I thought it was big then, but it's lots bigger now. After you had me feel it several times you made me get on my hands and knees and put it in my mouth. I remember I didn't want to, but I sucked it anyway, because I loved you. I still love you, Archie. Nothing happened, then; I sucked it for a long time and then we thought we heard mom and got scared. I'll bet something would happen if I did it now. Remember the first time you tried to put it in me, and...."
Archie raised up quickly. "Is he asleep?" he said.
Bonnie looked down at the baby on her breast. "Yes, he's asleep. His tummy is full and he's asleep. You're not asleep, but is your tummy full, Archie? My tummy's not full, but I wish it was."
"Put him in bed and come right back," Archie said.
She got to her feet and went to the nursery with the baby. Archie went to the bar and made himself another drink, a stiff one. In his wildest imaginings he had never thought his sister would act so bold, and stranger than that was his own reaction. He remembered all of the things she had told him, even though he had denied it. He remembered them and had thought of them many times. He finally admitted that he had fought with her last time he saw her because he was jealous; he didn't want that slimy little bastard fucking his sister; he wanted to be doing it himself.
Bonnie came back into the room and sat on the couch. She looked radiant. She had unbuttoned her dress down to her navel and both breasts hung free. She had gorgeous breasts.
"Come and sit down, Archie," she said, and picked up her drink from the coffee table.
Archie came quickly over and sat down. He put his arm around her and took a pull from his glass.
He held it up to her lips; she took a swallow.
"Let's start where we were," she said, and put her hand on his cock. "Mmmmm, you're still good and hard. Suck me some more."
Archie put his face against her succulent tits and pulled in a nipple. The milk flowed like honey.
"I was talking about the time you tried to ... to fuck me," she said. Her fingers had unzipped his pants and crept slowly inside. She put her whole hand in and wrapped around his huge cock. "I'll bet you'd have as much trouble now, you're so big. But I'll bet you'd get it in this time ... I'm wet enough."
Archie brought his face up. "Aw, Christ, Bonnie, let's ... let's do it," he gasped.
"You mean fuck?" she said. She wanted to hear him say it.
"Yes, yes, let's fuck!" he cried.
Their lips met. "Mmmmmmm, Archie, darling," Bonnie mumbled.
She stood up and pushed her dress off her shoulder and let it glide silently to the floor. She stood naked before him.
"God, Bonnie, you're more beautiful than I had imagined."
Bonnie blushed with pleasure. "Take your clothes off, too; I want to feel you against me."
When Archie got his clothing off, she was lying on the couch ready for him. She held her arms up. "Fuck me, Archie, please fuck me," she whispered.
Archie came down on top of her. She was a big girl and her legs were spread wide so he fit nicely.
"Be gentle, honey. I've never had a big fellow like you before," she said. "You put it in," he said.
Her hand went down between their bodies and found him. She masturbated him gently for a moment, then slid the head back and forth in her slit to get it wet. She put the knob to her hole, grinding it around in an effort to get it started. She was incredibly tight, almost like a virgin, and the head barely went in. She grunted with discomfort, spread her legs wider, and lifted up to get more. Half the head wedged in.
"Good Christ," Archie bellowed, "you're so tight. His prick must be as little as the rest of him."
"It is," she grunted, and grabbed his hips and pulled. "God, get that big thing in there."
Fortunately, she was hot and well oiled; her cunt had been leaking juice ever since she started nursing the baby, and had flowed copiously when Archie joined in. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out when the head went in; it hurt. Then the head was in and the rest seemed to follow with ease. It slid in, inch after thick inch. She started to feel comfortable again and started moving with him. And then it started to feel good, very good.
"Goddamn, how could you have three kids and still be so tight?" Archie gasped.
"My babies were small, and the doctor said my cunt came back to normal easily. Besides, Ack hasn't fucked me-not there-since David was born."
"Where the hell does he do it then?" Archie cried.
"You know, in the back ... my ass. He's small and I like it there. It feels so good. This feels better, though. Oh, yeh, nice ... mmmmmm, honey, you're really getting to the right spot now."
Archie knew it was the right spot because it felt so good to him, too. Her cunt held his cock tight and sucked at the cherry knob until he thought it would come off.
"We better stop a minute, sis. I'm awful close."
"God, yes, don't come yet. I want you in me all afternoon. Don't come yet, honey, let it soak. It feels good to me just having it in there. I might be a little slow coming the first time; I'm not used to having it in my cunt. I come quick when it's in my ass, usually three or four times."
"Is he good?" Archie asked.
"He's good at everything he does," she answered.
They continued like this for almost half an hour. Archie would fuck until he was close and then stop for a while. Bonnie got close a couple of times, but never quite got there. Archie started again and had been pumping into her for almost a minute when they heard a little voice.
"I'm hungry, mamma," Little Ack said. "What you doing, mamma?"
They both looked and were staring into the face of Little Ack. His head came just above the seat of the couch.
"Oh, God, Little Ack," she cried, "Not now, now now ... in a minute, Ack!"
Archie stopped, staring at the little boy.
"Don't stop, don't stop ... please, I'm almost there. He's already seen us; a little more won't hurt! Oh, honey, don't stop!"
"Watcha doin', mamma?" Little Ack asked again.
Bonnie's face lolled to the side. She stared at her son, her eyes glazed; she was coming hard, harder than she had ever made it before. "I'm fucking," she gasped.
"Fucking. Mamma's fucking," Little Ack said.
"Oh, no, Bonnie, not...." Archie gasped. He went rigid, and fucked harder. "I'm, I'm ... aw, shit, I'm coming, too!"
They fucked hard, Archie pounding into her, Bonnie grunting and jerking under him. His big cock seemed to fill her whole body, sending the terrific thrills to the tips of her fingers, to the tips of her toes, and up her throat and out of her mouth like a vapor. She moaned loudly, her head tossing wildly from side to side.
Then she lay still, breathing heavily, a soft smile of extreme pleasure on her lips. "Oh, Archie, that was heavenly," she whispered.
Archie lay heavy on her, his own breath coming in gasps. He pillowed his face against her neck, not wanting to raise up and look at the little boy watching him.
"I'm hungry, mamma," Little Ack said.
Archie raised up and let her slide out from under him. She took the little boy's hand and led from the room. When she returned, Archie was dressed.
"Maybe I ought to go," he said.
Bonnie rushed to him and threw her arms around him. "Oh, God, no, I just found you. Ack won't be back until tomorrow evening. You're going to spend the night with me, aren't you?" She looked into his eyes with love.
Archie felt a little ashamed. "Yes," he said, "if you want me to. Now get dressed."
"I'll put on a robe. I want you to know that I'm naked under it and available to you instantly."
Donald was awake by then and she fed him, too. It was suppertime, anyway, so they all ate together in the kitchen. By bedtime Little Ack was calling him Uncle Archie and they had an uncle-nephew romp and he threw him into bed. David was awake again, and she told Archie that he would play for a while in his crib, get hungry, eat, and sleep through until morning. The rest of the night was theirs.
"Let's get a little drunk again, not too much, just enough, and fool around for a while and then go up to the bedroom and make love all night." She wrinkled her nose at him. "You know, just fuck like it was forever."
"Okay," Archie said, his cock stirring in hs pants.
She held her robe open. "We can start by you kissing me all over. Not too long anyplace, but a little all over."
He started with her mouth, trailed over her face, her ears, her neck, and then over her shoulders and into her armpits. He attacked her tits next, working them over good and drawing a mouthful of rich milk from each. She was panting by the time he reached her belly. He kissed hips and all around her fringe of thick hair. Then he dropped to the floor and starting at her feet, slowly worked his way up her legs, kissing them on all sides. She moved her feet apart as he went up. When he was almost to her cunt he went inside her loose robe and kissed her back and then her ass, kissing slowly down the crevice. She moaned and swayed. He gave particular attention to the little space between her cunt and her asshole.
"Not too long there, honey; I come so easy that way," she sighed, not really caring if he stopped or not.
He came up between her legs and kissed her wetly, sucking with his lips, on her pussy. She was extremely wet and breathed loudly through her mouth.
"Oh, God, I'm so close, honeeee ... I could come so easy!" she cried.
Archie decided not to torture her and clamped his mouth to her cunt. He sucked and licked and stroked his tongue into her until, with a loud gasp, she shuddered and started coming. Her knees buckled and she started to fall. Archie held her up, his mouth planted firmly on her pussy. He held her like this and continued sucking her until her orgasm passed, and then he let her slide gently to the floor.
"Oh, Archie, that was beautiful. I love it, I really did. It felt wonderful. You've got to be the best lover on the face of the earth."
Archie made the drinks and they sat and talked, filling in the years that they had been apart. They, talked of their early years, too, which excited them both. They consumed quite a bit of liquor and Bonnie was getting tipsy. She sat on the end of the couch and Archie lay with his head in her naked lap. Every so often he would turn his head and kiss the soft mat of hair at the base of her belly.
"I can't take any more of this, my darling; let's go up to bed," she finally said.
Bonnie snapped on the light in the bedroom and went over and turned it back. The sheets sparkled. "They're satin," she said. She carelessly opened her robe and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on, I'm waiting," she said.
"Geez, Bonnie, you're beautiful," Archie said.
She lit a cigarette and watched him take off his clothing. He was half hard, his cock hanging in an arc. She looked at his huge hairy body and his massive cock and said, "You're beautiful, too, Archie.
He came over to the bed and she reached up with hands and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. She held the kiss, rubbing their lips together. Her fingers strayed down his chest to his crotch and closed around his cock. "It's a beautiful cock you have, too," she said, lowly massaging him, "and I'm going to make him feel real good before I'm through."
He pushed her back on the bed and got in beside her and took her in his arms. She responded immediately, melting against him, her breasts spreading against his chest and her thighs closing around his hard prick.
He kissed her eyes and her cheeks and her ears, and then pressed his mouth over hers, his tongue driving in deep. She began squirming and he could feel the juices from her cunt wetting his cock. He wanted to shove into her immediately, but held back, wanting to make it last a long, long time. She seemed to sense it and made another move to maneuver her cunt closer to his cock. Her mouth went wild and she was kissing his neck and on down into the thick hair in search of his tit. She found it and drew the little nipple into a hard ball. She had it tingling before she moved across to the other. His cock fell from between her legs as she swung herself around to move on down his chest and over his belly. She was in his pubic hair, then, her lips circling the base of his prick.
"I've dreamed about sucking your cock ever since the first time you put it in my mouth," she sighed, and kissed up the shaft until she reached the top and then closed her lips over the end. She sucked the clear, salty goo from the big hole and pushed her lips down, forcing the foreskin ahead of them. She had him completely unsheathed and started sucking.
Archie lay there and let her suck him, knowing that this was what she wanted. Her fingers enclosed his balls, her nails drawing across them and then back. He felt her finger trace a pattern towards his asshole and drew in his breath. He lifted slightly, and gently her finger probed at the hole and then went in.
Archie gasped, the feeling intensifying. Her finger tip twirled just inside his asshole, her other hand slid tightly around his shaft, her mouth sucked. He knew he was leaking already, and she sucked it away.
"I ... I can't hold out, honey. I'm gonna come," he gasped.
Bonnie held his cock at her mouth and shook her head in the affirmative. Her hand sped up and her finger went all the way into his ass and he staarted to come. The stuff spurted out in a thick, sticky glob and she swallowed. She kept pumping and sucking and swallowing.
"God, you had a nice load, Archie. Lots more than Ack," she said. "Was it nice for you?"
"Beautiful," Archie said.
She patted his prick and moved up until she was face to face with him again. "Will you kiss me? After what I've done." He kissed her and let her slide her tongue into his mouth. "Ack won't," she said, "not after I ... "
"He must have a lot of silly hang-ups."
"Yeah, he really does. I just wish he wouldn't take them all out on me."
"Is he mean to you?"
"Sometimes."
"Physically?"
"Yeh. He beat the hell out of me a couple of times."
"The little bastard. Why didn't you leave him?"
"He's usually sweet to me, Archie, and I do love him. Besides, I've grown accustomed to the material comforts of life, and Ack provides them far better than anyone else I know could. I like not working, too, and being waited on. I even have a girl to help with the kids when I get bored with them. I don't even mind when he rapes me now and then; kind of enjoy it, even. I guess I'm a little nuts."
She snuggled against him, her hand on his cock. "I like to feel it when it's soft. I like to feel it get hard, too, and know that I'm reszponsible. Actually, the only complaint I have about Ack is that I don't get enough sex. Maybe you have fixed that for me."
"How?" Archie said. "I'm just passing through."
"Well, you've taught me I can enjoy it without Ack. I can try it with others now. You know, you're the only guy besides Ack I've had it with. Oh, lots of guys tried in California after you ran away because I developed early, but mamma kept a pretty close eye on me, and she kept me scared of getting pregnant. That's a laugh; look at me now."
She kept playing with his cock and he was about half hard. He dropped his mouth to her tits while she talked and drew little squirts of milk with his sucking lips.
"After I married Ack I never really considered adultery, though I don't know why; I've sure spent enough frustrated nights alone," she said, pressing his face against her tits with one hand and jacking him off with the other. "Oh, Ack is plenty good in the saddle, especially rear entry, but he doesn't do it often enough. Sometimes not for several weeks in a row, and I like it regularly, need it, really. I masturbate a lot, but it's not the same.
"Plenty of guys have given me the eye: Ack's rich friends, neighbors, men on the street. I guess I never realized just how much pleasure it could give, or how easy. I do now; you've broken the ice for me, Archie. From now on when I need a man, I'm gonna get one. Yes, sweetie, if Bonnie Jean needs a fuck, she's gonna get it, and I think Bonnie Jean is gonna need it frequently."
Archie was hard again, and rolled over on top of her. Her legs came open and she guided his cock in. It went in easy now, but was still tight.
"Yeh, yeh, Archie, fuck me. I need it, honey; I guess I always need it. Goddamn, feels good already."
Archie stroked into her. She could really be a great fuck with more experience. She was good now, but she could be great. He wished he would be around to give her the experience. He thought of Lois and how good she was; the best he'd ever had. Bonnie Jean could be that good.
She started gasping and hunching up against him, her orgasm on its way. "Aw, fuck, I never made it as many times before!" she cried, and exploded.
Archie was right behind and poured what he had left into her sucking pussy. "Good, good," he moaned. "So good, Bonnie, so good, baby sister."
* * *
The baby awakened her early the next morning and she went and got him and came back to bed with Archie, snuggling her ass into his stomach while she fed David. She was finished and had the baby back in bed before Archie awakened.
"Let's take a bath together," she said, kissing his opening eyes. "People will be showing up around here before long and I want you one more time."
She filled the huge, square, sunken tub and watched Archie get in. She got in with him and washed his back, and then his feet, working up his legs until she reached his cock. With hand thick with soap she washed him to an exquisite hard-on, then soaped her cunt and lowered herself down on the standing spike.
"Oooh, I like this," she moaned. "Ack fucks me in the tub a lot, but he's always in my ass. I like it that way, but I think I like it like this even better."
She sat straight up, his cock buried all the way, and rode on him, the buoyant water lifting her lightly. Archie lay back in the steaming water and enjoyed. It was very slick and stimulating with the soap and water and all.
They heard a knock on the door, then a small voice. "I'm hungry, mamma," little Ack said.
"Just wait a minute, darling, mamma is about through," she called.
"I'm hungry, mamma!"
"Uh, uh ... oooh fuck, Archie, good, good, I'm ... yeh, I'm ... MAMMA'S COMING!" she wailed, and fell forward on her brother, her ass bobbing frantically. "I'm coming, Ack ... ooh, fuck, yeh, I'm coming!"
They heard another voice then; a woman's voice. "What are you doing out here without any clothes on, Darrell?" She heard the water splashing in the bathroom. "Oh, your mamma's taking a bath. Come on, I'll get you dressed."
"Good, good, good," Bonnie moaned, still humping on Archie's cock. "I came so hard, so fucking hard. Feels so good."
She finally stopped. "You didn't come? Are you close?" she asked.
"Yeh, close," Archie said.
She slid off his cock and twisted around. "I want to suck it again, Archie. I like sucking it," she said, and pulled his cock up into her mouth.
She sucked gently, using very little hand action. When he didn't come right away, her hand searched under the water until she found his asshole again. One finger slid right in, and when a second finger was all the way, he started coming, bucking up and thrusting his cock deep in her mouth. She let her mouth fill, this time, before swallowing the gooey mess.
She sucked him dry and then got out of the tub and started to dry herself. "Finish your bath, Archie. I'll run down and get the cook started on breakfast.
CHAPTER NINE
Archie tooled into Salt Lake City around 6:00 p.m. It took him another hour and a half to find the house. It was an old house, but didn't look too bad. He didn't approve, though, because Fern could afford better. Fuller, her fourth, had left her pretty well fixed.
He had noticed the many no vacancy signs along the way, so found a motel not too far away just in case. It was their last vacancy; not too fancy, but clean. They didn't have a pool, but he wasn't figuring on swimming, anyway.
He threw his bag into the room and returned to the house, parking across the street. He walked across the street, up onto the porch, and rapped on the door. Fern opened the door, her mouth falling open when she saw Archie.
"Oh, my God ... you!" Fern yelped, and slammed the door.
Archie was quicker than she, not expecting a warm welcome, anyway, and got his foot in before it went shut. He pushed the door open, sending Fern backwards into the room, and stepped inside.
"Archie Baker, you get the hell out of here!" she screamed. "Leave us alone, leave Florence alone. She doesn't want to see you ... ever. She hates you."
"Where is she, Fern," Archie said.
"I won't tell you."
"Then I'll find her myself." He pushed Fern aside and looked around the room, then went into the next room. It was the kitchen, and there were two girls doing the dishes, one washing and one wiping. They were young, one about twenty, the other younger.
Fem was right behind Mm. "Chug will kill you if you don't get out of here."
"Who's Chug?" ArcMe said.
"He's our husband."
"Our husband? You're nuts, Fern. Who are these girls?"
"Two of Chug's wives."
"That's stupid, Fern. It's illegal, too. Now where the hell is Florence?"
"She's with her husband. He'll kill you."
"I'm her husband," ArcMe said, and pushed her out of the way again.
The two girls kept on with their work.
ArcMe went through the house looking. He opened a door; it was the bathroom, and empty. He opened the next door and stood riveted to the spot. It was a bedroom and a huge man was fucking a girl on the bed. The man moved Ms arm and the woman looked at Mm. It was Florence.
"Florence, what the hell are you doing?" ArcMe screamed.
The man looked at him, but kept pounding into Florence's cunt. He had a full head of long hair and a full beard and moustache. He was very ugly and had big gaps in his teeth. He gave a growl like he was about to come and started humping rapidly.
Florence looked at Archie, her eyes glazed and half closed, and she smiled at him. Her arms came up around the big man's neck. "Oh, Chug, I'm gonna come," she moaned.
Chug grunted, coming, too. Archie stood watching. He saw a look of pleasure spread across Florence's face, a look he knew well. She was coming, coming hard. The smell of pot was strong on the air.
Chug emptied himself into Archie's wife and rolled off the bed. He was huge, well over six-five and probably three hundred pounds. He dwarfed Archie.
"What the fuck do you want?" he said, and lumbered over to where Archie was standing. The man was naked, covered with thick hair, and his cock was huge. He was maybe half hard, still, and it hung a good foot long. The milky goo was still oozing out.
Archie looked past him at his wife on the bed. She was spread out, completely naked. "Fuck me again, Chug," she moaned.
"That's my wife," Archie snorted, "and I'm taking her out of here."
Archie doubled up his fist and drove it into the man's gut. It sunk in past his wrist, but the man didn't even grunt. He looked at Archie, doubled up his fist, and hit him in the face. Archie sailed backwards and went down on his back. He lay for a moment, and then sat up, his head buzzing, blood gushing from his nose.
"You get out of here and don't come back," Chug snarled, "or I'm liable to get pissed off."
Fern came over and helped Archie to his feet. His legs felt rubbery and he almost went back down.
"You better get out, Archie, or he'll kill you. He really will," Fern said.
Fern led him to the door, opened it, and pushed him out onto the porch.
"But what about Florence?" Archie cried.
"Forget her, Archie; she's no fucking good, anyway. She's just a tramp, a little whore."
The door slammed shut and he stood rubbing his jaw. It hurt like hell, and his nose was still leaking blood. He felt in his mouth to see if he still had all his teeth. He did, but several were loose. He walked across the street to his car and got in, his head still buzzing.
"By God, I'll bet he would kill me," he said, and started the engine. He would have to go back to the motel and figure out what to do. He had to get Florence out of that place.
He got back to the motel and discovered he didn't have his key. He wiped the blood from his face and nose and went to the office. "I must have locked my key in the room," he said. "Could I get another one to get in?"
A big, brassy redhead was behind the desk. She wore jeans that were two sizes too small and a skin tight t-shirt. She had big tits and her nipples were clearly visible. A fat man, bald-headed and smoking a cigar sat in a big easy chair reading a paper. He dropped the paper and looked at Archie.
"Take the spare key and go open his room, Doris," the fat man said, and lifted his paper back in place.
The redhead got the spare key from its little box and went outside with Archie. "Hi. I'm Doris," she said, and slipped her arm around his waist.
All the way across the courtyard to his unit, he could feel her big, soft tit pressing against his arm. She leaned heavily against him while she unlocked the door. She pushed the door open, reaching in and snapped on the light, and went in.
"Is everything okay here?" she said, crossed the room and glanced into the bathroom. "Got enough towels?" She went to the bed then and tested it with her hand. "The bed soft enough?" She sat down on the bed. "Got a cigarette?"
"You're husband is going to be looking for you to get back," Archie said.
"He's full of cheap wine. I don't think he could make it over here if his life depended on it. I could sure use a cigarette.
Archie shrugged and dug into his shirt pocket. The one thing he didn't need now was a jealous husband. He put the cigarette to her lips and lit it.
"You're not having one?" she asked.
"Not right now."
"Got any booze?"
"Nope."
"You make it tough on a girl, big guy," she said, and leaned back on her elbows, smoking slowly.
Archie reconsidered and lit himself a cigarette. He blew out the match and looked at her. She was grinning, and she had opened the front of her jeans. She wasn't wearing anything under them, and she was a real redhead.
"Jesus, lady, your husband could come walking in here and...."
"Don't worry about him. Come over here; I need some loving."
Archie worked his jaw back and forth. It hurt like hell and made him flinch. Christ, a light tap and he would be out of it. He watched her raise up and inch her jeans down her ass. She stopped when they were an inch below her crotch. Archie could see the fat, juicy lips nestled in the downy red fuzz. His cock hardened.
"Come over here," she said.
Archie took two steps towards her, unzipping his pants. Doris smiled and pushed her jeans on down to her knees.
Then the silence of the night was shattered. "Dor-us ... you get the fuck back over here!" a male voice bellowed.
"Aw, shit, that's Charlie," Doris snarled. She got to her feet and pulled up her jeans. "I want to, but I better not ... not now, anyway. You gonna be here tomorrow?"
"Maybe," Archie said.
Doris came over and put her arms around Archie's neck. "You stick around. I won't be able to get away from him tonight, but he goes to the races tomorrow afternoon." She kissed him. It hurt his jaw. "See you tomorrow afternoon," she said, and was gone.
Archie felt frustrated now. He hadn't been interested at first, but after seeing her red-haired pussy, he was really turned on. "Fuck it," he snarled, and peeled off his shirt and threw it on a chair. He sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. The room was like an oven and he wished he had been more careful and picked a place that had air conditioning. He got back up and let his pants slide to the floor.
He was standing in his shorts when he realized the door was still open and there was someone there. He looked and saw a woman leaning against the jam, a glass in her hand. She wore a skirt and blouse, the blouse hanging outside the skirt, and she was barefooted.
"Hi," she said, "we have the unit next to yours and I wondered if I could borrow some ice."
"I don't have any ice," Archie said.
"Well, I guess we could drink without ice. Got any booze?"
"No. None of that, either," he said.
She was gone as quickly as she had appeared and Archie stood staring at the empty doorway. He wondered if the heat was getting to him. He didn't wonder for long, because suddenly she was back again, this time with a bottle in her other hand.
"Get a glass. You can have some of mine," she said.
"I'm not dressed," Archie said. "That's okay," she said, and stepped into the room.
He could see she was drunk and took a step backwards.
She came to the bed and sat down. "Get a glass," she said.
"You said we...." Archie stammered, "you're not alone?"
"We?" She looked puzzled for a moment, then giggled. "Oh, I understand. My husband four kids are with me, but not right now. I'm alone now, or was, until I came in here. They wanted to see the Great Salt Lake and I said it was too goddamn hot so they went without me. I'm alone now."
"It's getting dark; they'll probably be back soon ... won't they?"
"Naw. They've only been gone a couple hours or so. They'll mess around out there for a long time and then probably stop and get something to eat." She poured some whiskey into her glass. "Go and get a glass, honey. You look like you need a drink."
Archie shrugged. "Yeh, I guess I do." He went into the bathroom and brought out a glass and held it out. She filled it half way with whiskey. He took a quick slug. It rumbled in his belly, but felt good.
"Sit down; you make me nervous," she said.
Archie sat down, not too close. He took another hefty swallow from his glass.
"We're from New Jersey. God what a rat race it is back there. We've been driving for over a week, seems like a month. Drive like hell, see all the sights; 'cept we go by too fast to see anything. Goddamn, I'm so sick of that hot car, and those four brats, and that whining husband of mine. Sick, sick! I was delighted when they went to see that fucking lake without me." She took another drink, put the bottle on the floor and leaned back on one elbow. "You're cute," she said.
She was kind of cute, too, with short black hair and a little round face. She appeared to be somewhere close to thirty.
She stretched out her legs and pulled her skirt up to about mid-thigh.
"Do you think I have nice legs?" she asked.
Archie glanced at the door, then at her legs. She had nice legs. He nodded.
She drained her glass and let if fall onto the bed, then took the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her hips. She wore no panties and she had a thick black bush. She spread her legs apart, revealing the pink flesh of her pouting cunt.
"Fuck me," she said.
A week ago, Archie would have believed something like this could happen only in a book; the past few days had taught him different. He stood up and pushed his shorts down.
The lady gasped and sat up. "God, it's bigger than Henry's," she gasped.
"It's only half hard," he said, and stepped over in front of her. "Hold it; make it hard."
She reached out slowly, then grabbed it firmly and started to stroke it. It grew mightily. "It's so big," she whispered, and looked up at him.
He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back on the bed. He got her in position and settled between her legs. "Put it in," he said.
She reached down and took hold of his cock again. She fumbled for a moment, but she was open and ready and the head slid in. She moaned.
"Good, oh God, so good. I really need this," she gasped.
Archie pushed and she opened up to take him in, her cunt closing around him as each inch went in. He kept lunging until the whole thing was buried, then settled his weight onto her and started fucking.
"Do you cheat on your husband often?" Archie asked.
"Not often," she said. "But you do cheat on him?"
"Yes, sometimes."
She was lifting up to meet his thrusts. She was a good fuck.
"He doesn't always want it when I do. Oh, God, that feels so good. You're so big ... I like it big." She brought her legs up to insure complete penetration. "The goddamn kids have been with us constantly. I've been needing it so bad, and Henry wouldn't even after they were asleep ... yeh, yeh, like that, honey ... ooooooh, I love this. I saw you when you checked in and hoped you'd come back before Henry, and then that big redhead ... aw fuck, I'm getting close ... thought she was gonna get you first."
She was humping hard against him, her legs locked tightly around his back. He could tell she was coming, her breath came in short gasps, she clawed at his back with her nails, and her ass was completely off the bed.
"Awwwwwwww, fuck ... so good, coming so hard ... keep fucking," She wailed. Then she went loose under him, her legs falling from his back, her arms dropping onto the bed. "Don't come inside me," she gasped, "don't want no more fucking kids."
Archie was close and fucked hard. He could feel it filling his tube before he pulled out. He didn't want to pull out, but he was a gentleman. He grabbed at his cock as it came free and gave a loud gasp. The white goo spouted out onto her hair. He stroked at it and more came out. One spurt went onto the tail of her skirt, the next onto her leg. He milked himself until he was dry and then wiped himself-on her other thigh. He raised up on his knees and looked at her.
"I didn't come inside, but you're a mess," he said.
"Feels so good," she whispered.
He finally got her to her feet and headed for the door. He put her bottle in her hand. "Don't drop it," he said.
"Sure you don't have any ice?" she said.
"I'm sure," he said, and pushed her outside.
He locked the door and flopped onto the bed.
He felt pretty good; she was a great fuck, but if anyone else wanted in, they would have to break down the door. He was asleep within five minutes.
CHAPTER TEN
Archie roused slowly the next morning and still sensed that she was staring at him. He opened his eyes and saw his mother-in-law sitting on the bed beside him.
"What the hell...." he said, and pulled the sheet up to his chin. "How the hell did you get in here, or for that matter, how did you know where I was?"
She held up a motel key. "I found this on the floor where Chug knocked you on your ass," she said.
"Is Florence with you?"
"No, I'm alone."
"What the hell do you want?"
"I wanted to make sure you're okay." She put her hand on his thigh and massaged it gently through the sheet. "Are you okay?"
"Of course, I'm okay. Don't do that, Fern."
She continued to rub his leg, her hand inching slowly higher. "Florence didn't even know you were there last night. She was really stoned out of her gourd."
"Does she know now?"
"Of course, I told her. She says she doesn't want to back with you. Says she won't."
"Why not?"
"I don't know, Archie." Her hand touched the tip of his cock, stopped, traced a small circle on his thigh then slid over the knob. "I think I could talk her into it, though."
Archie squirmed. He could feel the blood filling his prick. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I think you're good for her. Don't fool around, Archie; fuck me!" she cried.
They fucked steadily for a long time, Archie pushing all the way in and then drawing out slowly, Fern moving her hips and ass with each stroke.
"That's good, Archie. I just want to do it like this for a long time, for a long, long time. I want to come with you, too, honey. I've had my fill of this place. I'm sick of plural marriage; it isn't worth a shit."
"You're married to him?"
"Not really, not legally, but he acts like he owns us, all of us. I'll get Florence out of there and we'll both go with you."
"What if she won't go?"
"She'll go. She always does what her mamma tells her to do."
"Maybe she won't like sharing me with you."
"I shared my husbands with her."
"All of them?"
"All of them."
"But she was married to me during your last two," Archie cried.
"Uh-huh. Ooooooh, honey, the good feeling is getting close. Go a little faster."
"But old Mendez dropped dead the day after you married him."
"He fucked her before we were married. Several times."
Archie raised up on his hands. He stopped fucking. "You're lying, Fern!" he yelled.
"Oh, Archie, don't stop. I wouldn't lie to you." She put her arms around him and pulled him back into place. "Don't act silly, Archie, just fuck me; I want to come."
Archie fucked into her with a vengeance. "She was fucking around on me all the time we were married?" he growled.
"Yeah, all the time."
They lay quietly afterwards, Archie's cock growing soft and slowly slipping out of its wet prison. He rolled off and lay panting on his back.
"Chug goes to the races at noon. I'll have our stuff packed and Florence and I will be waiting outside the house by one. Just come by and we'll load in and be on our way. Bye for now."
She kissed him again and was gone.
Archie didn't move a muscle for fifteen minutes. He just lay staring at the ceiling. The past week had been like a revelation to him and he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. He finally got up and went into the bathroom and took a cold shower.
An hour later, he was on the outskirts of Salt Lake City, heading east and driving fast. And he was alone.
It was almost 9:00 p.m. when he came down out of the mountains and saw the lights of Denver. It was an hour later when he pulled to a stop in front of the little apartment house. He checked the address on the little scrap of paper and got out. He found her apartment, rang the bell, and waited.
The door opened. "Hi, Lois," Archie said.
"Archie! When you didn't call the next day I was afraid I'd never see you again," Lois said.
