Sue was a very attractive and very shapely brunette. Even though she had borne two children and was nearly thirty-five years old she could easily pass for someone in her early twenties. There was little doubt that exercising regularly and eating a proper diet had helped her keep her figure trim and youthful looking. A combination of aerobics and jogging had kept her tummy firm, well-indented, and the same size it was when she first got married. Just like an athlete, she could run her hands along it and feel the smooth muscle beneath. When she bent over it retained its svelte shape. Like the advertisement stated: She couldn't pinch an inch. That was the way she liked it. A nice firm, yet slightly rounded womanly abdomen.
She couldn't stand to look at women who had let themselves go. Women who looked like they were nine months pregnant and expecting triplets-twelve months out of the year-year after year after year! Women who ate fast food twice a day and stuffed their mouths with high caloric grease burgers and French fries, and then washed down the stuff with super size cups of sugar-laden soda pop. They didn't seem to understand what all that fat and all those calories did to their womanly bodies. They had no comprehension of the adage: For every five calories consumed, a woman had to expend ten calories to get it off. No wonder cellulite was the curse of the modern age and fat torsos were the norm.
Most American women got their fat asses from sitting at a desk all day and then coming home to sit in front of a television set all evening. With work habits like that, it's understandable why so many turned into overweight sows before they were thirty.
But not Sue. Her friends frequently complemented her on her sexy shape. After all, her hips were just as curvaceous as when she was in her teens-in fact they were a little more so. And her breasts were actually slightly larger. She had heard that titties frequently became bigger as a woman aged, but she had always thought that was an old wives tale. But in her case, it was actually quite true. She had gone from a size 36B to a size 36C. Her breasts were now the size of nicely shaped cantaloupes-firm and succulent-standing out proudly from her chest. She had to admit that they now looked more ravishing than on her wedding day.
And they were capped by a cute set of pink-colored upturned nipples, each deliciously placed in the very center of a succulent looking aureole. Whenever she was aroused they puckered into mouth watering appetizers.
Yes, a proper diet and regular exercise had done wonders for her body. There wasn't anything about her which wasn't appealing to the eye. Her belly button was sensually elongated and indented. Her face was classically beautiful, complete with a perfectly straight nose and a dimpled chin. Even her limbs were well-proportioned, sculpted as if for a piece of art rather than a magnificent piece of ass. Her skin was as smooth as marble and as scintillating as silk.
On this particular day, Sue was walking around the kitchen, thinking of what her husband, Harry, might like to eat for dinner. She smiled. Unlike her, he never worried about what he ate. As a coach at the local high school he was happy with a couple of hot dogs and a half case of beer. It wasn't uncommon to see him chugging down a cold pizza and a flat brew for breakfast. He considered Milk Duds and Jujubes health food.
Recently however she had started worrying about his weight. He was really beginning to turn into quite a porker. The fellow now had a size 48 waist-and it was still growing! It was becoming downright embarrassing to be seen in public with him. Here she was-all svelte and lithe-and here he was-looking like a character from a Hanna-Barbara cartoon. She couldn't figure out how a man who taught physical education at the local high school could let himself go. Didn't he know that a coach was supposed to set an example for the youth to emulate? Didn't he understand that teachers were supposed to be models for the younger generation?
As she stepped around the kitchen table she began thinking that maybe she could persuade him to attend her aerobics class. She suddenly remembered that she had tried to get him to do that very thing several months ago. She still recalled the angry conversation:
"Baby," he had said in a very sarcastic tone, "I'm not going to attend a sissy class with a bunch of wimpy women."
"But darling," she replied, "it's not a sissy class. It's simply a lot of individuals who are concerned about their health. You wouldn't need to attend every day. You could drop by twice a week-or maybe only once a week-until you started to like it. Come on, honey. It'll do you good. You'll have fun."
"No way. I don't want to. Besides, it's not for you to worry about my weight."
"Harry, I'm your wife. If I don't, who will?"
"My buddies. Gary, Joe, and Kevin. If I get too big, they'll let me know."
She looked at him in disbelief. "That's a laugh! They're bigger than you. In fact, Gary's gut is starting to hang down over his belt like doughnut batter."
"See what I mean," he said with a straight face. "In comparison to him, I'm in terrific shape."
"That's not saying much," she replied.
He turned to her and angrily scoffed, "Are you saying I'm fat?"
"Honey, I see you with your Ban-Lon shirt off. I know what that shirt hides." She didn't want to hurt his feelings but she had to say something truthful. "You're too big for your own good. If you don't watch it, you're going to have a heart attack by the time you're forty."
"Oh bullshit! I look fine and I feel fine."
"You're overweight. You're out of shape. I bet you can't even do a single push-up anymore."
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "I knew you'd start preaching to me when you took that fucking nutrition class at the junior college. I just knew it."
"I'm not preaching, honey."
"Yes you are, damn it! And I don't like it. Lay off!"
"Have you checked your weight lately?" she asked.
"Yea. I'm fine."
She crossed her arms across her lovely breasts and asked, "How much, Harry? How much do you weigh?"
"I'm fine, I told you."
"I bet that you weigh at least twice what you should."
"Big fucking deal!" he screamed. "I feel terrific-in fact, I never felt better in my life."
Now it was her turn to get angry. "Where's the sleek athlete I married fifteen years ago?" she asked sarcastically. "Where's the track star of Gasket Tech College? Where's the man who could do two hundred sit-ups before breakfast, and then go out and run six miles? Where's the man who could do a hundred pull-ups and a thousand jumping jacks? Where's the muscle, Harry? What became of your muscle?"
He turned to her and replied, "And where's the wife I married who didn't nag me about my weight?" And with that he waddled down the hallway and slammed the door.
She sighed. She had learned the hard way that fat people don't like to be told they're fat-anymore than stupid people like to be told they're stupid. She didn't realize that a great deal of diplomacy was required when one spouse told another he or she looked like a whale. And you should never tell a high school coach that he's too fat to do a push-up. Men have fragile egos-and former jocks have the most fragile of all.
Of course it was true. Harry was too fat to do a push-up. Whenever he got into position his gut hung down like a beach ball. In fact, he had become so fat that it was a five minute chore for him to lift himself off the floor.
There was no doubt about it. He had eaten one too many cupcakes.
Sue didn't want to mention the real reason she was worried about his weight. That would have truly angered him. But the fact remained: his large girth was ruining her sex life. Making love with him had become as much fun as making love with a blubbery walrus. She couldn't feel anything except endless rolls of sweaty fat atop her body.
Yuck! No beautiful woman wants that. She would rather rent a male prostitute from the local business called Studmasters, than submit to sex with her tubby hubby. Yet she needed sex. She was one of those types of women who had to have something between her legs regularly. Thus, she would tolerate the occasional reamings from Harry. At least his penis was still muscular.
Unfortunately, masturbation had increasingly become her only means of relief. She was beginning to rely upon it. Whenever the children were in school and she felt the urge, she would retire to the bedroom and give herself twenty minutes of pleasure with her right hand. It wasn't the same as real sex, but it was better than nothing at all.
As she recalled the argument with her hubby, she sighed. In the two months which had passed, nothing had changed. If anything, Harry had only gotten fatter. And to make matters worse, he was showing even less interest in sex. How could that be? Former jocks were supposed to be horny all the time. But nowadays the only things he showed any affection for were football highlights and fatty foods.
Oh well, she'd just have to get used to the idea of being married to the fattest coach in town. She didn't like it, but she'd learn to tolerate it. After all, other than his blubber problem, he really wasn't such a bad guy. He was a good provider and did have a sense of humor. That was more than she could say for most men who were coaches. Besides, she was certain that he would never leave her.
She laughed out loud and said, "Who would he leave me for? Mrs. Porky Pig?"
She immediately ceased laughing. "What am I saying? I'm Mrs. Porky Pig!"
She began wondering what Harry would want to stuff his face with tonight? Vienna sausages? Pizza? Hot dogs? Potato chips? Cookies? Polish sausage? Recently he had taken a strong liking to marshmallows and Kool-Aid, but he had thankfully outgrown that kick. She needed some ideas. She reached up and opened the cupboard to look at the canned goods. Maybe she could find something sweet and fatty which he hadn't already eaten as a snack.
As she lifted her arm she felt the material of her dress brush against her firm up-tilted breasts. Instantly her nipples stiffened into erect little buds of sensual yearning.
"Oh my!" she said aloud. "That felt good."
In fact, it felt very, very good. Tiny threads poking through the material of her dress felt like little fingers massaging the tips of her titties. She leaned forward slightly to increase the pressure of her breasts against the cloth. Mmm! That was wondrous! She was glad that she had abandoned wearing a bra. The damn things were just too confining.
She kept her arms extended above her head, leaned forward just a little bit more, thus thrusting her breasts against the material of her dress that much more.
"Ohhhh! That feels delicious!" she sighed as she closed her eyes to savor the sensation. She jiggled her breasts slightly to intensify the pleasurable feeling.
Her nipples were being scratched and tickled into an extremely aroused state. In fact, she could feel her breasts swelling with passion, yearning for physical attention. She wished that Harry were around so he could feel her up. At least his girth hadn't effected his manual dexterity.
She lowered her arms and looked down at her protruding breasts. They felt heavier and fuller than only a few moments before. Although she could only see the tops of them, they seemed to be flushed a bright pink. Her breathing became more spasmodic as she looked at the upper part of her cleavage.
"Oh my!" she said, obviously overcome with a feverish rush of passion.
She brought her hands up the front of her dress and carefully weighed her magnificent appendages.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as the warm firm flesh overfilled her palms.
She squeezed once-twice-three times-to savor the sensation of being able to pleasure oneself. She felt sorry for women who weren't as well-endowed. There were quite a few females in her aerobics class who claimed to be proud of having small breasts. She knew they were just bullshitting. Women the world-over wanted the satisfaction of having nicely shaped tits-just like men everywhere yearned to be the proud owners of ten-inch dicks and grapefruit-sized balls.
As she squeezed her mammaries once more she realized how much she truly missed intense sex with her hubby. It had been such a long time since he had made love to her. Damn! Her body craved attention-badly!
She gave one last gentle squeeze to her nipples and one last soft pat to her breasts before turning her thoughts back to dinner. When she was satisfied that she didn't need to go to the store, she stepped over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and peeked inside. There on the top shelf she noticed a large stick of pepperoni just lying there. Her eyes fixed on it.
"My word!" she said aloud. "That looks just like a large penis. A very large penis."
As if in a hypnotic trance, she reached forward and picked up the item. She placed it in her hand and gently stroked it. It truly did resemble a man's sexual organ. She smiled. Maybe that's the way they were originally designed. Before the age of plastic vibrators, pepperoni might have been the second best thing.
She continued to fondle it as she spoke out loud, "I wonder if lonely women buy pepperoni sausages to push into their tight little holes at night."
She giggled. That was a ridiculous-and lascivious-thought. There weren't any substitutes for the real thing. A penis was a penis. Accept no substitutes. Besides, the sausage wasn't warm, wasn't pulsing, and couldn't squirt deliciously viscous sperm into a woman's throbbing nest.
Instantly, she felt a slight twitching in her nether regions. The tingling in her titties had travelled southward to her pubic mound.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed excitedly. A flush washed over her body, indicating that she was indeed hungry for something other than food. She was hot. She was horny.
She didn't understand this constant need she had for sex. It was almost as if she were possessed by a sexual demon. No matter what she was doing or where she was working-anytime of the day or night-she had her mind on sexual intercourse. If she were in the bathroom she would look down at the items on the sink and start thinking that they might be used for sexual purposes. A tube of toothpaste could be substituted for a vibrator. A toothbrush might be used as a French tickler. Even the Waterpick might be used as a bidet. She had even gotten to the stage of taking an extremely long time with her toilet-using the moments to rub her pussy longingly while she used a hand-held mirror to watch it swell with passion.
Still holding the sausage, she stood for a moment and sighed, "My god! Has it really been fifteen years since I first got married! Where in the hell does the time go. Is there some unwritten law of physics which states that the older a person gets, the faster time passes? It seems like only yesterday I first experienced sex. It seems like only yesterday I first felt Harry's penis enter my vagina for the first time."
She blushed at the thought. Why was her mind centering on sex these days? Everything seemed to revolve around that theme. Maybe Freud was right. Maybe women really did have a penis-envy complex. She didn't know about all women, but she certainly did. She wished that she had a penis right now-between her legs-pushing into her vagina!
She looked down at the pepperoni sausage in her hand. And of course, it still reminded her of a blood engorged penis, all nasty looking and ready for penetration.
Her breathing became a bit more anxious as she fondled it. Her mouth opened into a silent gasp as she began imagining what it might feel like if it were slipping inside of her body at that very moment. Ummm, that would be nice. So very nice. She spread her long legs slightly to better aid her imagination.
It was too bad that her husband hadn't had a similar increase in his libido recently. The only thing that increased on him these days was the size of his gut! She wished that he would lose some of that fat around his midsection. The fellow was beginning to resemble the Goodyear blimp.
She sighed. She guessed that what they said about marriages was turning out to be true. The fatter one partner got, the hornier the other became. There was little doubt that she fit into the latter category. Most definitely.
At that very moment her mons was filling with blood and her labia were swelling open. She looked down at the pepperoni and moaned, "Oh why can't you be a real live penis?"
CHAPTER TWO
Sue was just getting ready to retire to the bedroom to manually relieve herself, preparing to give her right hand a work out, when she heard a knocking on her front door. "Oh crap! Who could that be?" she said, distressed that a masturbation session had been interrupted.
She walked briskly to the living room, looked out the window, and saw that it was her good friend, Wanda. At least it wasn't the Jehovah's Witnesses.
"Hi," said the shapely blonde when she saw Sue. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I might drop by. Can I come in for a minute?" she asked with a sexy smile.
"Sure," replied Sue, brushing her comely brunette hair back from her forehead. "Step right this way."
In essence, Wanda was like a mirror image of Sue. They were the same height, weight, and had the same sensual proportions. Size 36C breasts, size 36-inch hips, and size 22-inch waists. The only differences between them was their hairstyle and hair color. Whereas Sue kept her brunette hair long and luxuriant, Wanda was prone to keeping her blonde hair mid-length. When a man watched them walk down the street together, he was usually unable to decide which he wanted to fuck-the blonde or the brunette. One was as enticingly shapely as the other. Each rated a 10 on a fuckability chart. There was little doubt that the two women had the shapeliest asses and the nicest bodies in all of Springfield.
"So, what's up, kiddo?" asked Sue as she lowered her beautiful posterior onto the soft cushion of the sofa.
"I had dinner with the most wonderful man last night," replied Wanda as she adjusted her equally lovely derriere into the soft fabric of the chair.
"Are you going to relate to me all the sexy details?" asked Sue with a naughty wink.
"Why of course."
"Good. I'm horny as a bullfrog during mating season."
"Poor baby," said Wanda with some concern. "Harry can't get it up these days, is that it?"
Sue looked at her and smiled. "Hell. Even if he could get it up, he probably couldn't find it. He's gotten so fucking fat. I doubt if he can even hold his prick when he takes a piss."
Wanda laughed. "He is getting a bit tubby, isn't he?"
"I'll say. I'm starting to worry about his health. If he doesn't watch it, he's going to die of a heart attack."
"Have you told him of your concerns?"
"Of course."
"And what does he say?"
"He's the stereotypical all-American high school coach. He thinks he's immune to those things which effect the rest of the population."
"Ah yes! The typical macho male. Thinks he's indestructible. Believes he's Superman with a superbody. Nothing can harm him. I had a lover like that once. Used to ride motorcycles without a helmet."
"What happened to him?" asked Sue.
"Like I said, 'I used to have a lover like that'."
"Wow! I'm sorry."
"Don't be. He was terrible in the sack anyway. Hopefully the guy they gave his kidneys to knows how to fuck."
There was a brief pause as Sue gathered her thoughts. "You know, I think that all men think they're indestructible-that is, until they lose their health. Then when they wind-up in a wheelchair following a stroke they wonder why their macho philosophy never foresaw the downside of macho eating habits. Sometimes I feel like Harry is a child-eating cupcakes, candy bars, anything and everything with sugar and/or fat."
"Haven't you tried to persuade him to eat healthier foods?" Wanda asked.
"Of course. All the time. He says that I preach too much."
The blonde smiled and said, "Every time a man doesn't want to listen to his wife he says she either preaches or nags. They've been doing that since Helen of Troy. Maybe you should use some gentle persuasion on him."
"What do you mean?" Sue asked.
"Why don't you associate healthy eating habits with sex. When you eat fresh fruit, do it slowly and seductively in front of him. For example, open a peach and run your tongue up and down the moist gash-that'll make him think of performing cunnilingus. Or, take a carrot and wrap your lips around it-like you're giving a blow job. Or ... "
Sue interrupted and said, "You're giving Harry too much credit. The fellow has no sexual imagination."
"None?" Wanda asked in disbelief.
"Zero. The fellow puts all of his mental energy into coaching. He's not bright enough to have any left over for fulfilling my sexual fantasies."
"Surely you two have experimented a little?"
Sue's eyes lit up as she asked, "What do you mean?
"Well, haven't you engaged in ... say ... different positions?"
"Harry is strictly a missionary man. I've tried to ride him a few times, but he always pushes me away. Says he can't get it up when a woman hops on top."
"What about side-to-side?"
"He doesn't like that either. Because he's so fat, his gut tends to flatten out on the mattress and pushes me away from his penis. Every time he thrusts he knocks me out of bed."
"Oh my god!" Wanda laughed. "That sounds gross!"
"You're telling me. If I ever get married again, it won't be to a tub of lard-unless of course he's worth several million dollars."
Wanda giggled. "Well, I certainly can't say that sex with Richard is gross. His penis is the size of a horse and as big around as that pepperoni sausage that you're holding in your hand."
Sue was momentarily embarrassed. She had forgotten that she still held the pepperoni.
Wanda saw her embarrassment and asked, "You weren't thinking of shoving that thing up your snatch, were you?"
Sue flushed and replied quickly, "Of course not."
"Good. There are a lot of other ways to take care of your craving for cock without resorting to cold sausages from the refrigerator. For instance, I never go anywhere without carrying one of these babies with me." Wanda opened her purse and pulled out a large elongated rubber object and placed it on the coffee table.
"What's that?" asked Sue.
The blonde burst out laughing. "Oh come off of it, Sue. Surely you've seen a dildo before."
"Oh my god! Is that what that is?" Sue's eyes opened wide in disbelief. The thing was enormous. Surely her blonde friend didn't ... didn't ... no! There was no way ... ! Surely not something that large!
Sue was hypnotized by its dimensions. It seemed to be beckoning her. She wanted to reach out and touch it to see what it felt like. Would it be soft? Would it be warm?
Wanda saw the curiosity on her friend's lovely face. She saw a definite hint of sexual need. She reached over and patted Sue's hand. "Would you like to go to your bedroom and try it out?"
"Try it out? What do you mean?"
"You know, go in the bedroom and put it in-just long enough to satisfy your craving?"
Sue's eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe that her good friend had made such an obscene suggestion. Why it was positively disgusting. And yet, on second thought she realized that her friend was merely being helpful-even if it was in a vulgar way. "Oh Wanda. You know I'm not that kind of woman."
The blonde kept patting her hand and replied, "Any woman is that kind of woman. Once they use one of these babies on their honey box they can't stop."
"Oh really!" Sue laughed. "You're teasing."
"I'm serious. I had a lover who gave me one for a birthday present. Once I tried it, I kept the present and dumped him. If you want you can borrow this one for a few days."
" 'This one?' Do you mean that you have others?"
"Like I said, I never go anywhere without it. I have a whole closet full. Some big; some small-all different sizes and colors. I guess you might say that I'm a real dildo junkie."
Sue picked up the object and examined it. She had to admit that it felt nice to the touch. It was certainly better than the pepperoni sausage she had been holding. "But doesn't it ... well, detract from the sensual aspects of the sexual experience?"
"Honey, stop trying to fool me. That tub of lard you're married to might be a great provider, but I know your sexual experiences have been less than thrilling these past few years. A dildo allows you to rediscover the joy of sex."
"Is it really that good?" Sue asked.
Wanda looked at her with a knowing smile and said, "Come on. Let's retire to the bedroom. I'll show you how it works."
Sue was suddenly quite apprehensive. "Gee, I don't know about this."
Wanda placed her hands on her shapely hips and asked, "The kids are in school, aren't they?"
"Well yes, but ... "
"Your husband's at work, isn't he?"
"Well yes, but ... "
"Then get your lovely butt off the couch and I'll show you how to satisfy that naughty craving you have between your thighs. It's about time you learned how to enjoy a dildo."
"But ... but ... but ... "
"No 'buts' about it. You have needs that your hubby can't satisfy. If you're anything like me, you probably spend most of your free time thinking about sex. Admit it. You do, don't you?"
Sue bowed her head and confessed, "Yes."
"You see. You're just like me. Now let's get a move on. The quicker you learn how to use this wonderful marvel of modern civilization, the more grateful you'll be. You'll be singing hallelujah to Charles Goodyear forever more."
"Who's he?"
"The inventor of rubber, you silly thing. If it hadn't been for his discovery of vulcanization we wouldn't have dildos."
"Oh!" she blushed, embarrassed for not knowing the importance of vulcanization.
CHAPTER THREE
Sue took a deep sigh, got up from the couch, and headed for the bedroom. She had to admit that she was looking forward to some first class pussy attention.
Wanda followed immediately behind, watching her friend's gorgeous ass shake enticingly back and forth. She had never realized how beautiful Sue was before. The brunette was as attractive as any Playboy centerfold. Her legs were long and well-proportioned. Her calves stood out and were well-defined. Her buttocks appeared to be firm-without any sag whatsoever. And the way that she shook her ass indicated that she was turned on.
Wanda looked higher and noticed the sweet inward curve of the waist. Mmm! What man wouldn't want to explore that region of her body? It looked so smooth and lovely and ready for fucking.
She looked higher and saw the out-swelling curve of the breasts. She had long admired her friend's titties. They were full and robust-the way a woman's tits were supposed to be. In many ways, they resembled her own. She wondered what size nipples she had. It would be curious to see if they were mirror images of her own.
Sue stepped into the bedroom and allowed her friend to enter. Just as she closed the door, she was surprised to feel Wanda's hand gently resting on her buttocks. It was just a slight touch, and yet it sent a lightning bolt of sensuality coursing through her curvaceous body.
She took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Wanda leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Get on the bed."
Sue turned around, smiled demurely at her blonde friend, and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. She wiggled her lovely ass into the softness of the mattress and asked, "Now what?"
Wanda walked over and stood in front of her. "I want you to lean back and pull your dress up to your waist."
Sue felt her tummy beginning to flutter with butterflies of passion. Everything from her navel to her cunt was on fire with sensual wonderment. She didn't know what Wanda had in mind, but she didn't care. It was time to be reckless.
She reached behind her and adjusted the pillows. She fluffed them several times and then leaned back. Once she was comfortable, she smiled and reached for the hem of her dress. With a calculated slowness she started to pull it upward. Inch by inch her long lovely legs were revealed to her friend's admiring gaze.
She thought that she would be bothered by Wanda's presence, but she found the idea of having a good friend watching her disrobe appealing. There was something deliciously wicked about sharing a moment like this. She let out a sigh as she felt the hem of the dress brush against her panties.
The blonde looked down at her and said, "You're not going to enjoy using a dildo very much if you're wearing those things. Take them off."
Sue hesitated a moment, biting her lower lip during a moment of indecision.
"Goodness gracious. Come on. Don't be modest now. You're not going to show me anything that I don't already have between my legs."
That logic made sense to Sue, so she hoisted her ass off the mattress, grabbed the elastic band of the panties, and pulled them down her luscious thighs.
Wanda reached forward and pulled them the rest of the way down her tapered legs. "I haven't worn those things since the early 1980's. They're too damn confining."
"Confining?" Sue asked with bewilderment, attempting to cover her pussy with her hands. "I don't understand."
"Surely they must get in the way when you want to have a quickie with your husband," Wanda asked as she hurried to the bathroom.
"Harry and I don't have quickies." Sue said with a deep sigh. "To tell you the truth, we hardly ever have sex anymore. Once every two months is about it nowadays."
"You've got to be kidding?" Wanda asked as she returned from the bathroom, carrying a jar of Vaseline.
"No, I'm telling you the gospel truth."
Wanda shook her head in bewilderment. "My word! Everyone thinks that you're the hottest thing in town, and here you tell me that you're not even having sex with your husband! That's incredible!"
"It's true."
"No wonder you're horny all the time. Not only does your Harry lack a sexual imagination, but he also lacks a libido." Wanda felt genuinely sorry for her friend as she smoothed a liberal amount of Vaseline over the rubber object. When it was thoroughly coated she looked down at the brunette and snickered.
"What's so funny?"
"You! Trying to shield your pussy from me. Get your hands away from there, silly girl!"
Sue felt ridiculous. She slowly pulled her hands back from her Mound of Venus, thus revealing it to Wanda's gaze.
The blonde looked at the brunette and said, "Can I ask you a very personal question?"
Sue looked at her and smiled. "Here I am, lying on my back with my legs spread wide and my vagina exposed to your gaze-and you wonder if you can ask me a personal question!"
Wanda laughed. "Touche! That's a good point."
They enjoyed the levity of the moment, each releasing their sexual inhibitions. There was nothing like the joy of laughter to make one lower their defenses. Wanda finally said, "A beautiful woman like yourself should have an affair. Have you ever had one?"
Sue blushed. "No. 1 could never do something like that."
"Why not?" Wanda asked as she sat down beside her.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I take my marriage vows seriously. Or, maybe it's because of the kids."
"The kids!" Wanda laughed. "Surely you're not taking them into consideration?"
"Well ... of course."
"Sue, there are plenty of women with children having affairs who don't have the slightest anxiety about it."
"Maybe they don't, but I sure would."
Wanda placed her hand on Sue's calf, patting it gently, and suggested, "I bet that if you started an affair, you would think your concerns about the children are pretty silly. After all, you're shopping for a penis, not a family."
Sue took a deep breath and said, "We're not here to discuss a hypothetical affair with a hypothetical stranger. We came in here to teach me how to use a dildo ... remember?"
Wanda smiled. "Of course." She held the large object in her hand and asked, "Are you well lubricated down there in your love pouch? There's no point in proceeding unless you are."
Sue smiled and whispered, "I've been sopping wet for two hours. It feels like I pointed the garden hose up my vagina and turned on the faucet full blast."
"Have you ever done that?" asked Wanda with a wicked smile.
"Well, I'm ashamed to admit it, but last summer-during that really hot week-I did get in the habit of squatting down in the pool and turning the nozzle on my twat."
"It feels good doesn't it?"
"I should say so. Now I know why women love to sit in Jacuzzis."
Wanda giggled and said, "And now you understand why I'm a member of The Springfield Spa Society."
"I didn't know you were a member!"
"Sure thing. Most of the attractive sexually-active women in this town are members. You're one of the few who isn't."
Sue sighed. "You're forgetting. I'm not very sexually-active."
"I think that's about ready to change," Wanda reassured her with a smile as she kept massaging the Vaseline onto the dildo. "Are you still moist down there?"
"I'm only getting moister."
"Good. It's important to remember that you should never use a dildo if you're not prepared. A woman could hurt herself if she tried to stuff something this large into a dry cunt."
"Thanks. I'll remember that."
Wanda took the object and weighed it. "I should have brought a smaller model."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're probably not used to something this big. Even if Harry is well-endowed-which I doubt-you're not having sex regularly enough to have your pussy well-stretched. It's important to have the right size peg for the right size hole."
Sue laughed, "Goodness! You're got a filthy mind."
"No more so than the other ladies of the Springfield Spa Society," she said as she aimed the dildo at her friend's twat. She squinted her eye like an expert archer preparing to shoot the bull's eye. She reached down and carefully combed the curly pubic hair away from the moist slit. As she brushed it to the left and the right, away from the center line, she said, "Anybody ever tell you that you have a very pretty pussy?"
"Oh Wanda! Really! No! But then, I don't go around showing it at the PTA meetings."
The blonde patted the little upraised mound tenderly and explained, "I'm serious. Most brunettes I've seen have very hairy ones, but yours isn't. It's more like mine."
Despite the boldness of the conversation Sue was a bit curious. "What do you mean?"
"Mine looks like a little foxtail-or at least that's what some of my lovers say. It doesn't sprawl all over everywhere."
Sue looked down at hers and realized that was an accurate description. Yet she pretended to be uninterested in the observation. "My husband's been my only lover, so I wouldn't know what others think."
"Hoist it up a little," Wanda suggested. "I have to make sure I get the dildo into your hole."
Sue lifted her ass slightly.
"Spread you legs a little wider," Wanda commanded, concentrating on the aim.
The brunette reached down with her hands, grabbed the insides of her knees, and spread her lovely legs as wide as they would go. "Like this?" she asked, straining to open them wider.
"Ah yes. That's good." The blonde looked at the gaping wide-spread brunette pubis in front of her and felt a sudden surge of sensual feelings. She never realized how pretty a pussy could appear when it was open like a ripe fruit. She had always equated lewdness with vulgarity-indecent exposure with smut. Before that very moment she had considered pornographic photos of wide-open snatches disgusting vestiges of the modern age. But she now understood why men went bonkers whenever a woman raised her skirt and displayed her nether wares. Gaping cunts truly were a beautiful sight. "You've got a very pretty love nest," she said with a smile.
Sue looked at her friend and laughed. "It's not every day that I do something like this, you know?"
Wanda giggled as she placed the very tip of the dildo on the slit of the pubis. "You could have fooled me." She rolled the rubber object back and forth several time between the labia, moistening it in the vaginal lubrications.
"Tell me a little bit more what transpires down there at the so-called Spa Society," Sue asked, as if in a dreamlike trance.
"Like I said, a lot of women join just to get their labia's tickled by the underwater jets of the Jacuzzis."
"That seems like a fairly innocent pastime."
"Not every female is so innocent. A few of them join to meet other women."
"Are they ... lezzies?"
"Not necessarily. A lot of them are bisexual. In fact, I would say that the overwhelming majority of them are heterosexual. They're simply looking for some additional spice in their sex lives."
"Ohhhh!" moaned Sue, starting to wiggle her ass against the mattress in an attempt to quell her initial feelings of lust. "That feels good."
"Just wait until I get it inside of you," Wanda explained. "You'll never want to get fucked by your fat husband again."
"Ooooh!" Sue gulped for air, still holding her legs wide with her hands. "I can feel it moving into me. I can feel it. Oh wow!"
"Here. Let me work it back and forth a few times and then tell me how you like it." She took the object and carefully moved it in and out, millimeter by millimeter, stirring Sue's sexual secretions into a milky froth.
"Ummmm! It's been so long since I've had sexual satisfaction. Ohhh! This is wonderful."
Wanda watched as Sue's vagina gripped the rubber object like the mouth of a fish sucking on a banana popsicle. She looked on in fascination as the dildo slipped inward, stretching the brunette's mons obscenely. She wondered what it would be like to taste that sacred spot between her friend's thighs. Would it be salty, or sweet? Would it be syrupy or sticky?
She peered at the brunette pussy closely. She couldn't get over its mesmerizing effect on her. Like two halves of a succulent fruit, slit down the middle, displaying a garden of pink delights within.
She put her left thumb on the right labia and pressed inward. She was surprised at the muscular softness. She had never felt another woman's pussy before. She found that it was a captivating experience. "So, have you ever wondered how deep you are?" she asked.
"How deep I am? What kind of a question is that? My gynecologist doesn't even know that answer."
Wanda rubbed her thumb gently along the inner lips, pressing softly every now and then, as if testing the texture of the folds. She brought her tight thumb up to the other side, and began pressing there as well. And then she did something which even surprised her-she spread the lips of another woman's cunt with her thumbs and peered inside.
Sue squirmed. Not out of distress, but out of erotic pleasure. She was enjoying this experience as no other. To think that she'd been married for fifteen years, and Harry had never done this once for her. She reached beneath her buttocks to lift her lower torso that much higher into the air. She reached around her buttocks to her inner thighs, to the very juncture of her legs. And when her hands were in the proximity of her friend's, she aided her in spreading the lips of her vagina.
Wanda noticed the other pair of hands and smiled. She now pushed her thumbs that much more deeply into the hole, stretching it, widening it. She wanted to peer all the way into the womb. She wanted to crawl between those legs and up into that hole.
Wanda grabbed a throw pillow and placed it beneath Sue's buttocks. It was as if Sue's entire pelvic region were placed upon a platter.
The blonde giggled and said, "I guess that you're the main course."
"That's right. You're having Pussy Surprise."
"I've heard that goes good with white wine."
Wanda looked up the hole and wished that she were an enormous cock. What a terrific sensation that would be. To be a stiff organ of pleasure flesh plunging deep into a pleasure hole. To be surrounded by the warm walls of a vagina. To be nestled in a woman's chamber of delight. To be suckled on for hours at a time by cuntal muscles.
The thought of being a cock was making Wanda blush. She had never had that kind of thought before. Where did it come from? Surely the simple act of staring into another woman's cunt couldn't contribute to that fantasy.
Could it?
She peered into the deep dark moist tunnel of love again. She wished that it had lights in there, then she could see all the pinkness, all the folds of flesh, and all the droplets of vaginal secretion. Mmm! Maybe she should contact General Electric and tell them of her idea. They would probably buy her concept in a minute.
Sue looked down between her widespread legs and saw that Wanda had a salacious look on her face. The blonde seemed to be hypnotized by the spectacle before her eyes. "What are you thinking?" Sue asked.
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all."
"You're lying. I know you too well."
"How can you tell?"
"From the look on your face. You're practically drooling."
Wanda gasped and then hurriedly explained, "I know you're not going to believe this, but ... but ... for some reason I'm having some very erotic thoughts."
"You're not the only one, you know!"
Wanda smiled and said, "I keep wondering what it would be like to taste your vaginal secretions."
Sue burst out laughing, causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully. "Oh! This is too much!" After several moments she managed to regain her composure. "Well, you might as well take a sample. I'm interested in knowing what I taste like too."
The beautiful blonde smiled, displaying her perfectly white, evenly-spaced teeth. She then looked down at the obscenely splayed vagina. It seemed to be sucking on the intruding dildo. She smacked her lips at the sight. She slowly began to lower her head. Just as she had her mouth above the mound she looked at Sue and winked. This would be a moment the two of them would always remember. An experience of a lifetime.
Wanda then moved the dildo slightly to one side so that she could bring her facial lips down onto the vaginal lips. Just fractions of a millimeter above her intended destination, she stopped. She inhaled deeply and breathed the innermost fragrance of Sue. "Oh! You smell wonderful. Truly wonderful. I never knew a woman could smell so good. It's like a garden down here. A rose garden."
Sue laughed. "Stop it. You're making me blush."
She inhaled several times and said, "I can't believe that your husband doesn't stick his wick into you more often. If Richard were married to you, he wouldn't allow you off the mattress."
Sue giggled as she strained her pelvis upward, yearning for the touch of Wanda's mouth. "Mmmm! That sounds like a tempting thought. Maybe I should give adultery a thought."
"I think you should give it a try," Wanda said, her nose only a centimeter above the vaginal entrance. "They say that it spices up an otherwise bad marriage."
"Now there you go again," Sue replied, continuing to rock her pelvis back and forth, seeking out relief from Wanda's lips. "My marriage isn't bad-it's just dull. And I don't know what to do about it."
"They say the modern woman has an average of twelve lovers before she gets married. I'd say that you have a lot of wasted time to make up for."
Sue thought about that statistic. Suddenly she felt as if life were passing her by. After all, she wouldn't be a lovely looking thing forever. Sooner or later age would take its toll-regardless of how many exercises she did. And when the tits started to droop, and the ass began to sag, then she wouldn't be able to find any lovers. She'd be stuck forever with that fat fart of a husband of hers.
A tear welled in her eye. She realized that she had been holding on to an outworn creed. This was modern America. Women fucked around. They fucked around a lot. It was expected of them. Damn it! Why didn't she see the handwriting on the wall earlier! Bulls don't flock around old cows. Stallions don't go after decrepit mares. Fat hubbies aren't worth fidelity from lovely wives. It was time to get out there and catch up on some fucking!
"I hope you don't mind," Wanda said, "but I'm going to remove our little friend here so I can get a better taste of your snatch." She pulled the dildo out with a loud "Plop!"
"That tickled," giggled Sue.
"Not as much as this I bet." Wanda immediately stuck her tongue into the gaping hole. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I've never had lesbian tendencies before."
"You sure could have fooled me," Sue laughed, driving her pelvis upward with a fierce intensity. "You're an expert as far as I'm concerned."
"I think I could get used to this. It's enjoyable," the blonde said between nasty sounding slurps.
As Wanda continued her lingual ministrations Sue asked, "How come you never got married?"
"I was too busy searching for the perfect cock."
"Did you ever find it?"
"Over the years I had a few beauties shoved up my snatch, but I'm still searching for the one in a million. You know, that one they're always talking about in the horror books."
"Oh god!" Sue laughed. "I know exactly what you mean. Those sixteen-inch beauties."
"Yea, but I've learned that those basically belong to a writer's imagination. It's too bad that the horror writers always attach them to zombies, werewolves, or foul-smelling monsters. I wouldn't mind a dick like that shoved up my hole, as long as it was attached to something human." She lowered her head and ran the tip of her nose along Sue's furrow. She whispered, "I may not have found the perfect cock, but I have to admit that I've found the perfect cunt- and it's yours." She lowered her tongue to lick a few more times.
"Oh really, Wanda! You're making me blush like a schoolgirl. My pussy's just like every other woman's."
"I wouldn't bet on that, Sue. Yours is like a gold mine. Better than that-it's like the mother lode."
"And you're a gold miner, right?"
"You better believe it," the blonde replied as she pressed her lips against the labia, attempting to smother them. "Except I'm not a forty-niner."
"What are you then?"
"I'm a sixty-niner!" she said as she smothered her face between the beautiful thighs of her brunette friend.
Just then Sue heard the door to the bedroom open. Through the corner of her eye she saw her young six-year-old son, Tommy, walking through the doorway. At first she thought it was an apparition-a figment of her imagination-but then she realized that it wasn't. "Oh my god!" she moaned in anguish, unable to move because she was in a state of shock.
"Hi mom!" said Tommy. "Whatca doing?"
"Oh my god!" Sue moaned again, letting go of her legs and trapping Wanda's head in a viselike grip of heavenly thigh flesh. She wanted to cover herself, but the bedspread was beneath her.
The youngster stepped over to the bed and said, "I got off early from school today because the teacher's are having a meeting."
"Oh my god!" Sue moaned once more, attempting to cover her breasts with her hands. Even though she was on the verge of orgasm, she also felt faint- as if she would pass out any second. How would she ever explain her situation to her youngster?
"Do you feel all right, mom?" he asked.
"Ohhhh!" she lifted her left hand to shield her face, keeping her right hand over her breasts.
"Hi Miss Searl," Tommy said, as if seeing her in a schoolyard instead of between his mother's legs.
Wanda heard her name and nearly had a heart attack. At first she thought it was Harry and she worried that he might kill her. But the voice was too high-pitched to belong to him. Instead, she quickly realized that it was Tommy. Oh no! That was even worse! Here she was, with her face buried between the sweet thighs of the boy's mother, with her tongue buried deeply in a twat, and she didn't know what to do or how to react. She wanted to lift herself up, and run out the door. But she was trapped between Sue's thighs. Apparently the mother had panicked and was frozen motionless atop the bed.
"What are you doing Miss Searl?" Tommy asked. "Are you kissing mommy?"
Wanda managed to lift her cum smeared face from between Sue's thighs by pushing forward, rather than upward. Hence, her face was over Sue's stomach instead of her snatch, but it was still trapped in place. Not knowing what else to do, she smiled and said, "Yes. I'm kissing your mommy."
Sue gasped, causing her thighs to relax a bit so that Wanda could move more freely between them.
The young boy innocently said, "I've never seen anyone kiss my mommy there."
Wanda immediately saw an opportunity to explain the scene. "You haven't. Well, it's where your mommy likes to be kissed."
"Really?" Tommy asked as he jumped up on the bed to get a closer look. "Does daddy kiss you there too, mommy?"
Sue was about ready to have a stroke. She didn't know what to say, but she realized that she had to say something. "Er ... no. Miss Searl is actually showing me a new way of kissing. I haven't ... shown it to daddy as of yet."
"Oh boy! Is this going to be a surprise? I love surprises."
The two women looked at each other and then back at Tommy. They both smiled.
"Yes," Sue answered, feeling relieved for the first time in five minutes. "This is going to be a very big surprise. A very big surprise!" she repeated for emphasis. She leaned close to him and explained, "We have to keep it very secret otherwise it will spoil all the fun for daddy. So you're not to say a word to anyone-do you understand me?"
"I won't tell a soul, mommy."
"Good. Now you be a good little boy and run along. Wanda wants to kiss me some more."
"Can I watch?"
The question took Sue totally by surprise. "No. You shouldn't watch what grown-ups do in their bedroom. They like to have their privacy."
"Please."
"No. Now run along."
Suddenly an idea came to Tommy's head. "If you don't let me watch, I'll tell somebody."
A panic attack washed over Sue. "Oh Tommy. I thought we agreed to keep this a secret."
"I won't tell as long as you let me watch."
"No."
"All right. I'll tell."
Sue was at wit's end. This was the philosophical dilemma they never talked about on morning television programs. If she let him watch, would it hurt him? Probably not, she reasoned. After all, generations of children came into this world in one room shacks where there was no privacy at all. Sex was probably more of a participatory family event than prudish historians write about. "Okay. But only under one condition."
"What's that, momma?"
"You must promise never to tell a soul. Is that absolutely understood?"
"Yes momma."
"And you can only watch for a little while. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes momma."
Wanda couldn't believe the tone of the conversation taking place between the child and the mother. Yet, she found it extremely erotic. She decided to get in on things by asking, "Have you ever seen your mommy's thing before, Tommy?"
He looked bewildered and asked, "What thing?"
"This place between her thighs."
Sue gasped, partly because she was shocked- partly because she was so aroused.
"It's called a vagina," explained Wanda, pointing to it as if it were an object being presented for Show-and-Tell.
He looked between his mother's legs and smiled. "Oh! I've seen one of those before."
"Where?" Sue asked out of curiosity.
"Mary shows me hers all the time. She calls hers a pussy."
Just as Sue was starting to relax she had another panic attack. "Oh my god!" she gasped again.
Wanda looked at Tommy, smiled broadly, and asked, "Do you mean to tell me that your ten-year-old sister and you discuss these types of things?"
"Uh huh."
Sue also wanted to smile. The idea of her two youngsters openly sharing sexual secrets reminded her of her own childhood with her brother when they played the game called, "I'll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours." Nevertheless, she realized that she should sound stern. She looked at him and asked, "When does ... Mary show you her ... pussy?"
"Whenever she lets me sleep with her."
"What does ... does she do?" asked Sue, suddenly yearning to learn a great deal about what went on in her house.
"She rolls up her nightdress and lets me look at it. And then I pull down my pants and let her look at mine."
Sue's eyes rolled back in her head. "Mercy!" she exclaimed.
"There's nothing wrong with it, is there?"
Sue didn't want to give her son a psychological complex so she had to say, "No. Not exactly. As long as ... well, as long as all you do is look."
"But she lets me touch it too."
"Oh no."
"Yes. She likes to be touched down there."
Sue looked at him and said, "I ... er ... don't think you should be doing that ... er ... anymore. Okay."
"Why?"
"Because ... well, you shouldn't ... that's why."
"But you're letting Miss Searl touch your thing."
Sue realized that she was on shaky moral ground. "Er ... it's okay because she's a woman."
Wanda blushed deeply at this explanation. This one would surely go down in the child psychology books under the chapter, What You Should Do When Your Child Catches You in a Lesbian Act.
Tommy paused to concentrate on what he'd been told. "So ... it'd be okay for Mary to have her thing touched by her girlfriends?"
Realizing that she would only complicate things if she tried to explain further, Sue simply nodded her head in agreement.
Meanwhile Wanda turned to him and asked, "What did you think of Mary's pussy?"
Tommy smiled with his secret knowledge. "It was smooth and soft to the touch. She let me play with it for hours."
"I bet," said Sue sarcastically.
Wanda pointed to Sue's pussy and asked, "Did it have hair on it like this one?"
Tommy got off the bed and stepped around so he could get a better glimpse of his mother's private anatomy. "Holy moley! She's got a little bush down there. Mary doesn't have anything like that."
Sue didn't know whether to burst with pride, or die of shame. Yet she remained still, thinking that Wanda was using the right angle to allay Tommy's suspicions.
"Does your sister have a deep gash between her legs like your momma?" Wanda asked as she separated the swollen vaginal lips.
"Hey!" he said with surprise. "It's all pink down there!"
"Oh my!" said Sue breathlessly, unwilling to stop the ribald conversation because she was in such a heightened state of sexual arousal.
Wanda watched Tommy as he examined the pussy. "Isn't your mother lovely?" she asked.
"I'll say. I think she's about the prettiest woman in the neighborhood. And that's what Mr. Brooks says too."
Sue looked at him and asked, "When were you talking to our neighbor, Mr. Brooks?"
"Last week. He was watching you through the bushes."
Wanda burst out laughing when she realized that Tommy had described a peeping torn. "Did he have his pants down?"
"Why no. I don't think so. Was he supposed to?"
"Never mind, Tommy," replied Sue. "What did he talk to you about?"
"He said he would sure like to check you out sometime. He thinks you're choice."
"Oh my god!" Wanda laughed. "This is too much. You've got a secret admirer. Next, you'll be getting flowers and gifts in the mail."
"Very funny," said Sue with a worried expression on her face.
"I bet he would sure like to be here to see your pussy."
"I bet he would," replied Sue.
"Yea, cause he said he'd like to see you with your clothes off."
Wanda buried her blonde head in Sue's snatch to stifle her laughter. Meanwhile, the brunette got into the spirit of the moment and started laughing too. She couldn't control her giggles and kept banging her pelvis against Wanda's face. She didn't let the opportunity pass. Wanda stuck out her tongue and began rolling it up and down Sue's liquid depths.
Tommy watched in fascination and then asked, "Momma, why is my pecker stiff?"
Wanda broke into giggles again.
Sue answered, "It means you have to go potty."
"No it doesn't. I just went."
Wanda lifted her face, looked at Sue, and said, "Your little boy is growing up. He's starting to get hard-ons over the sight of naked ladies."
"But you're not naked Miss Searl."
"Would you like me to be?"
"Yes. I would like to see your titties."
"Oh you would, would you?"
Sue was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to find offense in anything taking place around her. She figured that she was already going to Hell for her behavior. Might as well travel there as rapidly as possible.
Wanda quickly undid her blouse and revealed her splendid pair of titties.
"Wow! Your titties are as pretty as momma's!"
"Thank you, but how do I know you're telling me the truth, young man?"
"Take off your dress, mom! Take off your dress! Show her yours!"
Yep, Sue was going to Hell, all right. Probably on a one-way express train.
In only a matter of moments both women were completely nude. "Well, what do you think?" asked Wanda.
"I like your titties, but I'm not so sure about your pussies."
"Why do you say that?" asked Wanda out of curiosity.
"They're all hairy. I like Mary's better. It's soft and smooth."
"When she grows up it'll be like ours," explained Wanda.
"Well then ... I hope that she doesn't grow up."
Sue looked at her son and asked, "Does Mary ever ... ever let you do anything to her?"
"She mainly lets me stroke it. She says that she likes it."
Wanda turned to Sue and said, "Sounds to me like you have a couple of horny children on your hands, Sue."
"Yea. By the time they're in junior high my son will have my daughter knocked-up."
"Well, I've got to be going," said Tommy. "I told Johnny that I'd meet him at the school yard. Thanks for letting me watch the new secret kiss, mom."
Sue was surprised at his sudden change in plans, but then she remembered that was the way children were. The short attention span was obviously designed for parents' benefit. "Promise me that you won't tell anyone."
"I promise."
"Bye bye! Have a good time at Johnny's."
"Isn't that just like a man," teased Wanda. "One minute they've got a hard-on. The next, they're out the door and down the street."
"Well, at least he left us alone." She paused before she continued, "You don't think he'll tell anyone about what he saw-do you?"
"I don't know. He's your kid. But even if he did, no one would believe him. After all, your husband's a coach. Now, let's put the thought of that cute little boy behind us and concentrate on our fun."
Sue spread her thighs wide and said, "Please continue. I'm very interested in this new way of kissing."
"Close your eyes and spread your thighs. I'm going to give you a nice surprise." She said as she lowered her mouth onto the upraised mound of her special friend.
The brunette couldn't believe what she was watching.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wanda left Sue's house, not really understanding what had come over her. For the first time in her life she had tasted another woman's cunt. Incredible! She had never done anything like that before. Did this mean that she was turning into a dyke? Did this mean that she was no longer a heterosexual? Did this mean she was a lezzie?
Question after question raced through her mind, each with answers more terrifying than the last. The more she thought about it, the more she worried. And the more she worried, the more nervous she got.
As soon as she got home, she raced into the house and discarded her clothing as rapidly as possible. Surely if she were turning into a lezzie, certain body changes must be underway. Perhaps she was filling out, becoming more rotund, taking on the appearance of a Roseanne Barr. Perhaps hair was starting to grow on her breasts, or beneath her arms, or on her back.
My god! She was worried!
She dashed over to the mirror and turned on the vanity lights. She stood as close as possible so she could examine herself.
From all outward appearances, she seemed to be okay. Her breasts were still as firm and shapely as when she had left that morning. Her stomach was still indented and streamlined. Her ass was still magnificent. Her complexion was still flawless.
She looked at her nose to make sure that it was still perfectly straight. She examined her lips to make certain they were still full and sensual. She even opened her mouth and looked at her teeth. She wanted to be sure that she had no pussy hair stuck between her molars. After all, it would rather embarrassing to explain away a brunette pubic hair when one was a blonde.
She turned to her side and viewed her body. There was nothing wrong. Her posture was still erect, her breasts stood out proudly from her upper torso, and her pelvis held its sensual curve.
She breathed a sigh of relief. There was little doubt that she was just as sexually appealing as she had been that morning. Thank goodness! She was downright frightened there for a moment. If she were turning into a dyke, she certainly didn't want to wind up looking like one.
She walked over to her bathroom cabinet and opened the sliding door. Ah! There they were. Her collection of choice dildos.
She picked up her favorite, which she called "Old Faithful." She held in lovingly in her hand, looked at it for several seconds, and then leaned over to kiss the tip.
She immediately stopped herself.
Uh oh! Was this a dykey thing to do?
She instantly sat Old Faithful down and leaned back against the wall. Goodness! Maybe she was going nuts! Only a couple of hours ago she had wished that she were a cock! And even more incredibly, she had wished that she were burrowing into Sue's tight little vagina!
She brought her hand to her mouth and gasped. What was happening to her? Was she possessed? Had some evil succubus climbed into her body and taken control?
She sighed into her palm-and that's when she smelled it. The tell-tale aroma of Sue's inner vagina.
"I've still got pussy juice on my tongue!" she exclaimed aloud. "Oh my god! I can't let this happen again!"
She hurried to the medicine cabinet and sought out the large bottle of Scope. She unscrewed the cap, poured a glassful, and threw as much into her mouth as possible. What she didn't get into her mouth, she splashed upon her face, in a desperate attempt to eliminate any lingering vaginal fragrance.
After she had gargled and rinsed her mouth she began wondering if she really were a heterosexual. She put on her terry cloth bathrobe and stepped into the bedroom. She sat on the corner of the bed and began recounting her life.
Yes, she had fucked around a lot. In fact, she had had so many lovers that she couldn't remember all the faces.
She giggled at that thought. Hell! She hadn't even seen all the faces. After all, there were quite a few orgies along the way. And she had been the central attraction at several dozen of them.
Still, she had to satisfy her curiosity. She decided to give her friend Pam a call. She reached for the phone and dialed her number.
In only a few moments a pleasant sounding female voice answered the line. "Hello," it said.
"Hi Pam. This is Wanda."
"Wanda? Oh sure! Wanda Searl!" Pam said with joy when she finally recognized the voice. "How are you doing?"
"Never mind the chit-chat, I want to ask a few questions."
"Sure. Go right ahead."
"You and I used to attend some pretty wild parties, didn't we?"
"I'll say," Pam laughed. "My god! There's no way I could ever forget them."
"During those parties, I used to get balled by fellas, didn't I?" Wanda asked uncertainly.
"Are you putting me on?" replied Pam. "Heck! If you had all the dicks sticking out of you that you had stuck into you, you'd look like a porcupine."
"Thank goodness!" Wanda said with a sigh of relief. "I was worried that those experiences hadn't really happened."
"Oh, they happened all right. And about half the men in town were there to verify it. By the way, what's all of this about?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Can I guess?"
"Sure."
"I'd say that you had your first bisexual experience. And, that you probably performed cunnilingus for the first time. And that you probably enjoyed the experience. In fact, you enjoyed the experience so much that you think you're going off your nut. Do I understand the situation fairly well?"
"Wow! Since when did you become a psychologist?"
"I'm not. I just know what you're going through. What's happening to you now, happened to me several years ago. I had basically the same reaction that you're presently having. The first time I tasted pussy I couldn't believe it. I thought I was turning into a lezzie. I had to come home and ask my lover if I were still attractive. Of course I was. Nothing had changed. Except for one thing. I now had this new sexual dimension I never knew I had before. I was suddenly bisexual. And I was utterly happy. And I was proud of it."
Pam paused for a second and then asked, "I bet you even looked for hair growing out of your back, didn't you?"
Wanda broke out laughing. "My god! That's right. I take it that you did the same thing?"
"Of course, and the only reason I can figure out is because everyone in this society suffers from homophobia. We're all afraid of being called a fag, or a dyke, or butch, or whatever. But take my word for it, Wanda-you're perfectly normal. In fact, you're more normal than nine-tenths of the people I run into at work. There's nothing wrong with liking the taste of pussy. I've found that it's quite flavorful, and apparently you have too."
"Thank you, Pam. I needed that support."
"That's okay. Don't worry about it. I do have a question to ask however."
"Go ahead. Shoot."
"Whose pussy did you taste?"
"Well ... I really shouldn't say ... "
"Come on. We go back a long way. Besides, it's not like I'm going to go blabbing it around. After all, you've got enough dirt on me to write several porno novels."
"Okay. I'll tell you if you promise to keep it quiet."
"I cross my heart and hope to die."
"I don't know if you know Sue Jones are not ... "
"Sue Jones!" Pam said with surprise. "Of course I know Sue. I see her in the supermarket all the time. She's the one who's married to the high school coach and has two kids, right?"
"That's the one."
"Oh! She's a pretty thing. Oh hell! What am I saying! She's positively gorgeous. But my word-I would have never suspected her of going bisexual. Wow! This really is news!"
Wanda paused for a second and asked, "Are you saying that there was some indication I showed of going bisexual?"
Pam laughed. "Come on, Wanda. Don't be so defensive. You're a sexual adventuress. It was only a matter time before you took the plunge-no pun intended. But Sue Jones-she always seemed so high and moral."
"But she's got one great looking body underneath those clothes," Wanda interrupted with a giggly laugh.
"There's not a guy in town that doesn't know that." Pam paused for a second to digest the news some more. "Wow! I still can't believe it. The coach's wife spread her thighs for Wanda Searl." Again she paused to picture the mental image of the lovely blonde slurping away on the lovely brunette. Finally she said, "Well, you have my word on it-I won't tell a soul. But I have to confess, the next time I see her in the supermarket, I'll imagine her with her clothes off and your head buried between those thighs."
Wanda giggled.
"One last thing," Pam asked. "What did it taste like?"
Wanda whispered her reply. "I swear, she's got the sweetest tasting snatch in the world. It reminded me of honeysuckle, or jasmine, or a mountain stream flowing down from a pristine spring."
"Mmm! Mmm! You make me want to give her a call."
"No. Don't you dare tell her that I told you."
Pam laughed. "Don't worry. I won't say a thing. My lips are sealed. As for yourself, why don't you lay down and take a warm hot bath. It sounds like you need something soothing."
"That's a good idea. I'll take you up on that suggestion right away. Bye bye. Thanks for the advice, Pam."
After she hung up, she Wanda walked back to the bathroom. She removed her robe, hung it on its hook, and leaned over to turn on the faucet for the bath.
When the tub was half-full, she got in and lowered her body into the water. "Ahh!" she moaned as she felt the water tickling against her pussy. She rested against the back of the tub, scooted her buttocks forward slightly, and spread her legs. She reached down between them and began diddling with her Mound of Venus.
"Mmm! How are you doing there, baby?" she asked, as if the pussy were alive and had a mind of its own. "We've had a really exciting day, haven't we? Mmm! How did I know that Sue's cunt tasted so delicious.
"Now, now. Don't pout. I'm sure that you'll be kissed soon. Yea baby. We'll try to talk Sue into giving you a lick or two.
"No! No! Don't worry. You're still going to get your share of cock. I wouldn't turn on you. And yes-you'll still get your customized dildos."
With the mention of the word "dildo", Wanda reached over and grabbed one which was lying on the floor. She picked it up, kissed it, and lowered it between her legs. She wrapped her calves around the edge of the tub, scooted her ass forward even more, and began working the rubber object into her.
"Damn! I love sex!" she said aloud as she felt the first couple of inches disappear inside of her. She let it rest in her nest and sat there in the warm water, just thinking.
She thought it was strange the way the events of her childhood had shaped her entire life. She remembered when she was twelve. That's when she climbed up in the tree house with Peter and Sammy Smith. They were two and three years older than her, respectively. The game had started out innocent enough. They were all talking about what they wanted to be when they grew up.
Sammy said that he wanted to be a doctor. Peter said that he wanted to be his assistant. Then they asked Wanda what she wanted to be, and she replied that she didn't know.
The two boys asked that she pretend to be a patient of theirs, so they could practice their doctoral skills. She of course, said that would be all right.
Sammy asked Wanda to lay down on the floor of the tree house. He asked her to unbutton her blouse so he could examine her. She did as he requested, and felt little goose bumps rise on her flesh.
Sammy was very methodical. He was taking the game seriously. He placed his hand above her heart and felt it beat.
Peter on the other hand, couldn't help exclaim, "Wow! She's got titties! Nice titties!"
"Of course she does, you dodo!" replied Sammy. "She's a girl."
"But I didn't know they were so pretty." said Peter.
Wanda giggled. She liked being the center of attention.
"Does she have a thing too?" asked Peter with upraised eyebrows.
"What kind of a thing?" replied Sammy seriously.
"You know, a pussy?"
Wanda giggled again. These boys were making over her like she was a movie star, or something.
"Of course she has a pussy. Every girl has a pussy. That's what make them girls, silly."
Well, the next thing Wanda knew, she had her panties down around her knees and the boys were taking turns sticking fingers into her. And when the fingers stopped at a little blockage point, Sammy explained that they were touching her hymen. Eventually one thing led to another, and their penises replaced their fingers, and her hymen was no more. And, lo and behold, young Wanda learned the meaning of the word "fuck". And unlike a lot of little girls, she liked the experience from the very beginning.
Of course, Sammy and Peter weren't content to keep their experience a secret. In no time at all, it seemed that half the boys in the ninth grade knew that pretty little Wanda put out. Soon, there was a regular little gang who was balling her.
It goes without saying, that no girl should become sexually active without using some sort of birth control. To refrain from using contraceptive devices is foolish-and borders upon stupidity.
Sure enough, in time, Wanda got knocked-up. It was one to the most terrible experiences of her life. (Not getting knocked-up, mind you, but having to explain her maternal situation to her mother.) She could still remember her mother looking her straight in the eye and asking, "Who did this? Who's responsible? I want to know his name?"
And Wanda could remember feeling faint when she had to reply, "I don't know?"
"What do you mean you don't know?" her mother demanded in an angry voice.
"Well, it could be Peter."
"What do you mean, It could be?" Suddenly her mother turned an ashen pale. "Oh no! Oh no! Oh dear god, no! You mean to tell me that there was more than one?"
"Well yes," Wanda said as she bowed her head. "It could also be Sammy."
"Those goddamn Smith boys! I'll kill them! I swear! I'll kill them!"
"Well ... it might not be them."
"Now what are you saying, young lady? Are you telling me that there were more than two!"
"Well ... it could Kevin. Or Neil. Or Bob. Or Randy. Or Steven."
"Oh dear god!" he mother exclaimed, needing to sit to catch her breath and regain her composure.
Wanda continued, "Or, it might be Ricky. Or maybe Howard. Or perhaps Tom. Or Joe ... "
Her mother looked at her and screamed, "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I don't want to hear anymore. What did you do-fuck every boy in town!"
Wanda didn't how to reply because in the last month she figured that she had come fairly close to fucking most of the fourteen-year-olds.
"There's only one thing to do," her mother had said. "We're going to have to get this taken care of. We'll have to fly to California and stay with my sister for a while. She knows a man who takes care of these little mishaps."
Several days later, Wanda and her mother were on their way to the coast. As soon as they arrived they were met by a stern-faced Aunt Minnie.
Later that afternoon, Minnie took Wanda and her mother to a dingy part of town. They parked outside an old building and hustled the young girl up the stairs, to an equally dingy looking office.
A balding man wearing a lab jacket and looking like a dentist met them. He talked discreetly to Wanda's mother for a few minutes, and then turned his attention to the young girl. "So, you found out what that little hot box of yours if for, eh? Well, you don't have to worry about a thing. I'll take care of any problems you've got." He reached forward and patted her lower abdomen.
"I've been taking care of these little problems for over a decade. You've come to the right place. You'll be in good hands."
Aunt Minnie leaned over and said, "Don't worry, doll. He's one of the best. He took care of me several times. You'll only feel a little bit of discomfort for the first twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Believe me, that's a small price to pay for an unplanned and unwanted pregnancy."
Young Wanda was taken into a back office, laid on her back, and had her skirt hoisted around her waist. The doctor looked at her little box clinically, and then proceeded with the operation.
Strangely enough, it seemed so routine that it didn't have any erotic aspects to it at all. Wanda would later remember that was the only time any male ever diddled with her pussy that she didn't want a cock shoved into her later.
At the end of the week, she and her mother returned to their small town. And from thereafter, she had her own personal supply of birth control devices.
Her mother didn't advise her to abstain from sex. On the return trip she had snuggled close to Wanda and whispered, "There's no point in me telling you to be celibate. You wouldn't listen anyway. Besides, once a girls learns to love cock like you have, there's no turning back. Hence, you might as well enjoy the experience without the drawbacks."
Eventually she and her mother got to be great friends. In fact, when Wanda got to be fifteen or so, her mother started swapping cock stories with her. They were sitting around the fireplace one night, recalling the various sizes and shapes of the numerous penises which had plunged into their depths. They both wound up laughing the night away.
Ah yes! That's the way it should be between a mother and her daughter.
When Wanda went away to attend college, she was surprised to hear her mother say, "At long last I'll have the house to myself. Now I can invite some male friends over and we can ball wherever and whenever we want to."
"Cheese mom. You could have done that anyway. I wouldn't have minded."
"Young lady, you still don't understand. There's a proper time and place for everything. A daughter shouldn't overhear her mother getting fucked. It just isn't civilized."
Wanda kissed her mom and said, "Thanks. I'll remember that. Now, you better get on home mom, and give some of those male friends of yours a call. I'm sure they'll be anxious to check out your honey box on the kitchen table."
"Why you!" said her mother with a smile. "And don't forget to feed that honey box of yours once in a while too, you hear."
"You know me mom. If the guy looks right, he can spend the night."
Ah! Such fond memories of her youth. Wanda was still sitting in the tub, playing with her vagina, recalling her younger days. Those were such happy days. Fucking and sucking, sucking and fucking. Thank god she was a modern girl.
She worked her index finger around the lips of her vagina. She wondered how many times a penis had passed between her ruby gates. "Let's see," she said aloud. "If I've had sex an average of ten times per week since I was thirteen years old, and there are fifty-two weeks in a year ... " She paused to do some quick mental calculating. "Goodness! That means I've been fucked over 11,000 times! Wow! That's a lot of sperm! Double wow! The human body truly is incredible!"
She looked down at her cunt and stared at it with a renewed appreciation. "And to think, you look just as fresh and vibrant as you did twenty-two years ago. Aren't you an amazing piece of anatomy!"
She wished that she could bend down and kiss herself between her legs. She had heard that some girls were able to do that. More than likely they were gymnasts.
Suddenly she smiled. She remembered that Sue had been a gymnast when she was a teenager. Had Sue ever ... ? Could Sue, if she wanted ... ? Hmm.
These were questions which would have to be asked of her friend-delicately and discreetly.
Wanda got up from the tub and watched the way the water droplets trickled down her beautiful body. She loved to watch the little streams glide down her breasts to the nipples, and then drip off the little nubbins into the bath water. Baths were such an erotic experience, and water was the elixir of sensuality.
She lifted her hands, placed them on her breasts, and gently squeezed her nipples. Mmm! That felt good. Well, there was little doubt that she would be seeing Sue again-soon. Very soon. Very very soon. Probably later that afternoon. There were so many things that they needed to explore. So many exciting possibilities that two beautiful women could experience-together.
Mmm! The thought of spending more time with Sue made her titties swell and her labia twitch.
"Whew!" she whistled. "No matter what happens. I'll be ready for it."
CHAPTER FIVE
Later that afternoon, Sue went over to the high school to pick up Harry. She looked around the parking lot for his car, but didn't see it.
"I wonder where he is?" she asked as she stepped into the gymnasium.
The huge gym was completely empty except for a lone individual at the far end. He was busy working out on the parallel bars. "Are you looking for the coach, Mrs. Jones?"
"Why yes," she said as she watched the handsome young man exercising. "Have you seen him around?"
"He's over at Riverside High for the wrestling tournament. He won't be back until much later tonight."
"Oh that's right. I forgot all about the tournament. I'll be on my way then."
The young man looked at her and said, "Hey! What do you think about my routine on the parallel bars?"
She paused and looked at him. "Well I don't know. Let's see it."
The boy went through his extensive routine and all the while Sue kept her attention focused on his muscular body. The young man's name was Keith. Her husband had mentioned him several times as an outstanding athlete. The boy was such a contrast to her fat Harry. Everywhere that Harry was soft and flabby, the boy was lean and muscular, lithe and sinewy.
His arms were like steel cables, stretching all the way from his wrists to his deltoids. She loved the way his forearm flexed as he moved from one bar to another, back and forth, time and again.
His shoulders were broad, indicating the upper torso of an athlete. His delts were prominently displayed and well-defined. His legs were long and agile, able to do wide splits. His posture was perfect, straight as an arrow. His chest was that of a gymnast-not overly large like a weight lifters, but nonetheless expansive.
The muscle group that fascinated her the most was his waist. His abdomen was like a washboard. The young man didn't have any fat whatsoever around his mid-section. That meant that he was in outstanding physical condition. That meant that he would probably be great in the sack.
Wow! Would he? Could he? Does he?
Just watching him do splits and rolls and handstands on the bars, caused her breasts to swell with yearning and her breathing to become difficult.
What the hell was happening to her? Was she becoming a sex fiend? Or, was she simply overcoming years of sexual repression? Her nipples were as hard as little rubies. They seemed to be alive, independently twitching, hungering for his touch.
In the few moments that she had been standing there, her breasts had swollen to such an extent that they felt heavier. She guessed that if she looked in a mirror she would see the blue veins bulging beneath her mammary skin, filling her tits with passion.
Her tummy started to flutter involuntarily. She was getting that craving again. She wanted something in her pussy. She felt it creaming with joy juice.
After Keith completed his routine he asked, "How was it?"
She had to take several breaths before she was calm enough to answer. "It was very good. Very good." She was being modest in her praise. The young man had been outstanding in his performance, just as Harry said he was.
She wanted to remain in his presence so she struck-up a conversation. "I used to be a gymnast when I was in high school, you know?"
"Really?" he asked with a broad beaming smile.
"Sure was. Made the state championship two years in a row. I even made the Olympic trials."
"Wow! The Olympic trials! That's incredible!"
Actually it was incredible. Sue had only gotten as close as a try out for the Olympic trials, not the trials themselves. But she wasn't interested in telling the truth so much as she was impressing this young jock with the great looking body. It gave her an excuse to stay and talk.
"I'd like to see you do your stuff," he asked, obviously impressed to know of someone who had gotten close to the cherished Olympics.
"It's been too long, I'm afraid," she said apologetically.
"Isn't it a bit like riding a bicycle-once you learn, you never forget?"
"Well, I'm not really dressed for gym practice," she said with a coy grin.
"Nonsense. Just take off your skirt and roll up the sleeves of your blouse."
That remark caused Sue to think that the young man was either very naive, or a born Don Juan. "Oh really. I couldn't."
"Sure you could. It's after school hours. There's no one around. I'm convinced that you'll be A-Okay."
She looked around and sure enough, the place was totally deserted. Everyone had gone home for the day.
"If it'll make you feel better, I'll push some mattresses against the gym door so no one will see you.
She could tell that he was being sincere. "Well, all right. You've talked me into it."
He raced to pile a stack of mats against the entrances to the gymnasium. In the meantime, she stepped over to a distant comer behind the basketball stands and discreetly removed her skirt.
As Keith hurriedly piled one mat atop another, he peeked out of the corner of his eye and watched as she disrobed. Wow! She was a great looking chick. He had seen her walk into the gym several dozen times and he was always amazed at how pretty she was. Unlike a lot of teens, he preferred mature women instead of babbling pubescents. They were more fun to be with.
Keith smiled to himself. He had actually convinced this gorgeous piece of ass to disrobe and get up on the parallel bars. If he were lucky ...
Sue walked over in her stocking feet, dressed only in her bikini panties and her blouse. She walked a little more seductively than usual because her body was burning up with passion. She feared that if she looked down, she would see her pussy yawning open, hungering for cock.
"You're really in great shape, Mrs. Jones. Wow!"
"Thank you," she said, blushing.
He loved the way her thigh muscles rippled with each step. They didn't jiggle, bounce, or shake. That flesh was firm. That flesh was solid. That flesh was made for fucking.
She bent over and picked up a chalk bag. Ostensibly she did this to prepare her hands, but in reality she did it to display her ass. She had read somewhere that it was a good idea to give a prospective lover two differing views of your body. After all, a woman didn't know if she were getting a tit man, a thigh man, or an ass man.
Luckily for her, Keith was an all-around typical horny American teenage boy. He was at the age where he got a hard-on at the sight of manicured fingernails.
Luckily for him, she had those too!
She turned around and faced him. "Well, which of the parallel bars should I use."
"This one should fit you," he said, pointing to one nearby.
She couldn't help but think of that statement as a double entendre. She certainly hoped that he had something which would fit her. Something between his legs.
She faced him and jumped up on the bars. She wanted to make sure that he was looking at her when she did a split. With care she slowly spread her legs-as wide as they would go-and held them in position. If she were going to go through with this seduction, she wanted to make sure that he was as hard as a rock.
From the way Keith's gym pants were tenting out in front of him, it was obvious her performance was having its intended effect. And from the way his eyes were bulging out of his head, it was obvious what he was thinking.
"Wow! That's very good, Mrs. Jones. I didn't think that you could do it!"
"See smartie. I told you I was once a gymnast. Now, watch this." She carefully changed her position, putting one hand at a time behind her back, but keeping her legs spread wide. Of course, in this position her pussy was pressed outward against the thin material of her panties.
Keith could see the entire glorious sight. Naturally he developed an instant hard-on from being so close to such a perfect specimen of the female gender, spreading herself so obscenely. He blinked several times. This was a hell of a lot better than renting porn movies and watching them on a VCR. This was like having his very own personalized peep show.
"See. Aren't I in good shape?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"I'll say. And every muscle group is so well denned." He wanted to add that even her pussy muscles were in fine form. "Can you get down on the floor and tumble?"
"Of course. I know I can do that." She was disappointed that she had to close her legs, but she got down on a mat and laid flat on her back. She lifted her legs and prepared to roll over. In this position her buttocks were thrust high in the air and the crack of her ass was plainly visible.
The panties soon wedged themselves in the crack of her ass and Keith could see a few pussy hairs peeking out from behind the elastic. As if in a trance, he walked over to get a closer look. This particular part of her anatomy fascinated him.
She remained in that position, not wanting to complete the exercise by rolling completely over. Instead she decided to proceed with her seduction. "I wonder if you could do me a favor, Keith."
"Sure ... sure. What is it?"
"Could you sort of rearrange my panties for me?"
"Your panties. Yea! No problem."
He reached down for the elastic wedged in her pubis. He carefully slipped his fingers beneath and started to pull it out.
My god! He could actually feel her pussy!
Wow!
And it was wet!
Double wow!
He decided to "accidentally" poke around for a few seconds. After all, he was in the neighborhood.
He could see that he was having an effect upon her. She was now wiggling her ass insistently against his hand, rubbing her moist labia on his fingers. "Do you like that, Mrs. Jones?"
Rather than respond affirmatively, she said, "You shouldn't be doing that, you know? What would your mother think if she saw you with your fingers diddling around in my snatch?"
He decided to play the role of a smart-ass teenager. "She'd probably think that I was maturing fairly rapidly."
"I bet that she'd give you a lecture," Sue replied, continuing to roll her pelvis against his hand.
"No. 1 don't think so. She grew up in Berkeley in the sixties, so she has a fairly healthy attitude towards sexual expression. After all, she was even involved in a menage-a-trois at one time."
"Not really," Sue said breathlessly. "You're just pulling my leg."
"No. I'm petting your ass."
She smiled at his smartass remark, doing nothing to discourage his behavior.
He continued, "Actually, she really was. She fell in love with this hippie. He told her that he was already married to a gorgeous chick and that he wasn't about ready to leave her for anyone else. So my mom thought that it would be an enlightening experience to have a group marriage for a few years. Everybody got along fine because they apparently spent all day fucking and sucking."
"You shouldn't use such language," she said, teasing him.
"Why? I hear my mother use it all the time."
"Oh ha! I don't believe that."
"She does. Whenever she's making love to my old man, I can hear her screaming, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
For some reason, Sue thought that was funny. Maybe it was because the young man was now tickling her labia, or maybe it was because her vagina was beginning to froth with feminine secretions. Whatever the case, her love chamber was turning into a burning cauldron. "If you're going to play with my pubis, you might as well remove my panties."
He didn't wait for a second invitation. He quickly pulled her bikini underwear off of her legs. When he looked back, he stared at her hoisted, gaping hole. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "You're some gorgeous woman, Mrs. Jones."
"Thank you. I'm one of those women who love to receive compliments."
"Yea! You've got a better looking body than most of the girls in this high school."
"That doesn't surprise me. Most of them appear to be pretty fat from what I can tell."
"No kidding," he said as he stepped forward and began running his hands up and down her sleek tan inner thighs.
She decided that the time had come. It was now or never. "Have you ever made love to a woman before, Keith?"
He looked at her and smiled. "Yea. A couple of times, but never to anybody as good-looking as you. To tell you the truth, I think I would give my left nut to knock off a piece as pretty as you."
"Why thank you, Keith." She scissored her legs even further apart so that he could stare into her most private chamber. "Do you like what you see, young man?" she asked with a wicked smile.
Perspiration was dripping down his armpits, but he managed to answer, "You better believe it."
"Would you like to feel it as well as look at it?"
"Boy! Would I!" he exclaimed as he lowered his left hand onto her mound of love.
"Not with your hand, silly."
"With what?" he asked naively.
She smiled. "With your penis."
"Wow!"
He stood transfixed for a moment before the obvious began to sink in. Then a wide-mouthed, genuine, shit-eating grin crossed his face.
She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and said, "Well, why don't you step out of your clothes so I can get a better look at you? I want to see how you measure up."
"Are we gonna make love, Mrs. Jones?" he asked cockily as he lowered his pants.
She smiled salaciously and said, "We'll see."
He stepped back and discarded his gym clothes as rapidly as a moviegoer leaving a screening of "Ishtar".
Sue looked at him as his penis popped into view. He wasn't as large as she had hoped. In a way, that made sense. Most men with small penises tried to compensate for their deficiencies by building up other parts of their body. For years, she had heard that he-men types invariably had small dicks. Too bad a women couldn't get everything in one package. After all, a curvaceous female usually had long tight holes.
"What do you want me to do, Mrs. Jones? Whatever you want, I'll do."
She rolled the tip of her tongue around the outside of her lips. "Just step over here and slip that beautiful looking piece of human anatomy into me. I need it very badly."
"Don't you want to lie down?" He had never heard of fucking a woman with her ass hoisted high in the air like this.
"Stop asking so many questions. Just take me like I am."
It was a bit awkward, but who was he to complain. He stepped forward holding his cock, aiming it for her hole. He didn't have any trouble finding the target. After all, it was in plain sight and level with his prick.
"Ahhhh!" he moaned as the head of his penis touched her gaping moist folds of femininity.
"Oh yea! That feels good, Keith. Just keep doing that."
"I couldn't stop if you wanted me to."
"Good. Because I sure as shit don't want you to."
Keith pushed an inch of his meat into her and felt the refreshing feel of feminine vaginal flesh wrapping itself deliciously around his maleness. "Man oh man! You're the best. The absolute best, Mrs. Jones."
"Ahhh! You're not so bad yourself, young fellow."
"Ahhh yea!" he moaned as inch two slipped inside of her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned in reply, obviously quite pleased with the way he was conducting himself. She had no idea that forbidden sex could be so pleasurable.
Oh wow! Was it ever!
"Can I ask a question?" Keith asked while preparing to pummel her.
"Must you?"
"I know that this might sound like an odd question, but how do you and your husband make love?"
"Why do you ask?" she replied as she aided him with his entry.
"Well, he's so fat and all. I don't know how he can get between your legs without splitting you wide open."
Sue became defensive. "Harry's not that fat."
"Hogwash. Just the other day he got stuck in the shitter."
"Oh no!"
"Oh yea! The whole basketball team had to break down the side of the stall to get him out. It was a real mess. Apparently he reached around to wipe his ass and got wedged in."
"Poor Harry. I told him he should lose some weight before things like that started to happen."
"Yea, and a couple of weeks ago he sat on the bus and flattened the seat. But all in all, he seems to have a good attitude about his weight. He's always quite happy, and he gets along with everybody."
As Keith looked down he saw the beautiful expression on Mrs. Jone's face. "I hope he doesn't hold it against me if I screw his wife."
"Shhh! Let's not talk about that right now. This is the time for making love. Let's leave Harry out of our time together."
"Okay. You sure are fun, Mrs. Jones."
She giggled in response as she felt the last few inches of his dick work their way into her moist nest. "And so are you, Keith."
He began to work his hips back and forth, relishing the feel of her liquid depths. "Do you think we can do this on a regular basis?"
"We'll see. I'll have to see how you perform. I may not want an encore performance if you don't give me an orgasm."
"I'll try real hard. Really. I will." And with those words on his lips he began pumping at an astonishingly rapid pace.
Sue smiled. There was one good thing about having a young lover. They tended to make sex an athletic contest-sort of like performing the fifty yard dash with pelvises. She smiled as she thought of having a sexual Olympics. There could be the pole vault where women jumped onto erections. There could be the sexual decathlon where men had to excel in ten different positions. There could be the relay where partners swapped until they were exhausted. There could be the marathon where a man had to perform in an orgy.
Mmmm! She hoped to be in those Olympic trials.
In the meantime, her vagina was thrilling to the sensations emanating from it. Wow! She hadn't enjoyed intercourse this much since she first got married. "Mmm! Ahhh!" she moaned regularly with each thrust and counter thrust.
Keith never wanted it to end, but alas he could feel the sperm collecting in his balls, preparing to spill forth into her gaping, clinging hole. "Are you ready?"
"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Please give it to me. I want it badly. Please! I need it." She wasn't faking her orgasm. She was definitely on the verge. Her entire body was starting to convulse from sensual urges.
Keith drove his penis into her one last time and spurted. "Ahhh!" he groaned like a soldier meeting sudden death. "Ohhh! That's good. So, good."
Sue accepted the sperm as a gift from a god. At long last she felt like a woman again. Her loins had been satisfied. "Mmm! That was good, Keith. Maybe we can do it again sometime."
"Oooh! I hope so. I'll let you know when the coach leaves town, okay?"
She laughed. "Silly boy. Don't you think I know that? I'm married to him."
"Oh that's right," he said stupidly, as he withdrew his deflating organ. He looked down into her cum-smeared cunt, and lower, to her puckered little anus. "Say, have you ever taken it up the ass? I understand that's a great way to go."
Sue immediately winced at the thought. The idea of having her posterior reamed by an erection didn't appeal to her. But then, several hours beforehand neither had sex with a woman, nor a minor. Hmm! Maybe she might try it. She might find the experience rewarding after all. .
CHAPTER SIX
The idea of anal sex had never entered her mind before. What would it be like? Would it hurt? Would it be enjoyable? She didn't have the answers to these questions, but wanted to know. SO much had happened to her since early this morning that she was in a dither with her expanding sexual universe. Wow! She never thought there were this many fun things to do with her vagina.
And she began thinking about having sex with other partners. Hell! She had already had sex with her good friend Wanda, and that young buck, Keith. Who would be next?
At that precise moment she saw Mr. Arcart walking down the hallway. Now there was a handsome man. Tall, distinguished looking, and had a very fit body. No doubt he could give a lady a very good time-and a hard one.
She giggled at her nasty thought.
"Hi Alvin!" she called in a seductive voice.
He turned and looked at her before replying. "Oh Hi Sue. If you're looking for Harry, I'm afraid you're out of luck. He's at the tournament."
"Oh I know where he is. I just dropped by to see if he had left his car around here."
She had a hard time breathing because she was so excited in his presence. She had no idea what sexual adventures did to a person. Her nipples were standing upright and begging to be sucked. And her pussy-already sopping wet from Keith's soaking of sperm-yearned for more. It needed attention badly.
"Say, would you like to come with me to a restaurant?" she asked. "I'm kind of lonely and I would love the company."
"I had planned to do some school work tonight."
"Oh come on. Can't you allow school work to rest for just one day?"
"Well ... gee ... sure. I guess so."
They drove across town to a quaint little restaurant. On the way, Sue could feel her vaginal muscles throbbing with an intensity she never knew she possessed.
Those sex books were right, she thought. A woman really does turn into a sexual firecracker when she gets older. Well, my fuse is lit and I'm ready to explode.
They asked for a secluded table in the back of the restaurant and ordered some wine. She sat as close as possible to him, brushing her thigh against his every now and then so that he was sure to get the message.
Alvin looked at her and smiled.
"So, what's new in the world of geography?" she asked with her most perfect smile, hoping to loosen him up by getting him into a discussion about his field of expertise.
"Oh not much," he replied with an air of indifference.
She was mildly stumped when he didn't offer any follow-up conversation, so she asked, "Have you done any traveling recently?"
Suddenly he brightened. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have."
"Good. Let's talk about it. Where did you go?"
"I just got back from two weeks in Japan." He went on, explaining that he had visited Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto, and that he had hiked to the top of Mt. Fujiyama. He said that the mountain was simply gorgeous, all capped with snow.
A smile crossed Sue's face as this last bit of information was revealed. "Mmm! I'd like for you to climb to the top of my Fujiyama's."
"You're what?" he asked, not understanding the underlying, hidden meaning.
"My Fujiyama's. They're capped with rosettes of pink-colored snow." His eyes opened wide when he realized her designs. "Well ... I really don't think that ... that ... I should."
"Why not?"
"Er ... er ... er ... "
"They have the cutest little peaks on them right now."
"Er ... er ... er ... "
"They would just love to be investigated."
"Er ... er ... er ... "
"How about my Panama Canal Zone?"
He was momentarily stumped. He didn't know what she was referring to.
She saw his look of confusion and explained, "You know, my canal. A friend of mine says that it's narrow and deep."
Alvin was turning a deep red from embarrassment. "Well ... er ... er ... "
"You could get in, you know. There are no other ships in the locks at the present time."
"Please ... Mrs. Jones ... "
"You could easily bring your ship in. There's just a little jungle growth you have to worry about."
"Er ... jungle growth?"
"Yes. Some dense bush. But you could easily force your way through with the steady push of a blunt instrument."
His mouth dropped open in a voiceless gape. And yet, he still didn't act on her ribald suggestiveness.
She thought that she might have pushed things too far with her brazen approach, so she backed off a bit, and brought the conversation back to a more suitable topic. "What exactly do geographers do, anyway? I mean, a historian looks at history, but I've never really understood what a geographer does."
"Why ... I teach geography."
"No shit, Sherlock. What I'm asking is what can a person do with geography except teach it?"
"Well ... I suppose that one could teach the teaching of geography to future geographers-so they can become teachers."
"Ha ha! Very funny," she said with a forced smile. "Let me put it this way, other than teach, what do you do as a geographer?"
"I look at things."
"Such as?"
"Houses, streets, the landscape-those sorts of things."
She laughed slightly, "It sounds to me like you've got a pretty cushy job."
"How so?" he asked defensively.
"Every Joe Smoe in town does exactly the same thing. I mean, even I look at houses, streets, and the landscape-for crying out loud! And I'm not getting paid for it!"
Unfortunately, Al couldn't explain what he did. There was a reason for this which became glaringly apparently to Sue. She quickly realized that geographers didn't do anything in the modern world, that was a fact. Their field had been displaced by sciences like geology, meteorology, and oceanography. And to a lesser extent by anthropology and sociology. The age of geography-like the age of the pyramids- like the age of counting the number of angels who could fit on the head of a pin-had come to an end. Even map making had been taken over by computer cartographers. The only reason why the field existed at all was because a lot of academic failures needed a place to call home.
But Sue didn't care about the bogus nature of the discipline. She was only interested in Alvin's physical presence. Damn! He was good looking. A mixture of Tom Selleck and Robert Redford, hopefully with a cock like Mister Ed.
She looked at Alvin with unbridled lust in her eyes. She silently cursed herself for not screwing around before. Shit on Harry with his fat gut. The wrestlers could have it. From now on she was going after penis meat. And the more handsome the buck, the more likely she would be to put out.
Yep! Put-out-Sue! That would be her name from now on. She would run an ad in the underground press and invite a few dozen studs over to share her snatch. Mmm! An orgy. Now there was an idea she had never entertained before. Although she had to admit that she had always been curious about participating in one. What were they like? Did they really get so out of hand that you didn't care who you were fucking? Could a woman really take that many dicks into her cunt during the course of a night? She had once heard that a famous Hollywood starlet from the 1930's held an orgy in her house and had seventy lovers in one evening. Now that was a record that one could be proud of. Sue's pussy bubbled at the thought of being filled that many times.
A frown crossed Sue's pretty lips as she remembered her kids. The presence of little Tommy and Mary meant that she wouldn't be able to hold the orgy in her house. Fuck! Why did motherhood have to have all those drawbacks. Oh double fuck! That meant less time for fucking and more time driving to a secret location to carry out her wantonly wicked schemes.
Al ordered the steaks and they began talking about the usual faculty bullshit. Who was getting a raise; who wasn't. Who was obtaining tenure; who wasn't. Who was screwing the taxpayer; who wasn't. However, she could give a fuck about school house trivia. The only thing that interested her was Al's long dick.
After twenty minutes of bullshit she decided that she had had enough. She reached under the table and began stroking his thigh. She kept this up for a considerable period of time, but there was no reaction from Al. To insure that he got the message, she reached upward to the juncture of his legs and began stroking his testes through the thin material of his trousers. Surely he would develop a hard-on and want to take her to a more.
But even after a considerable amount of fondling, he still didn't react.
Finally, to make sure that he couldn't see things any differently, she reached up and unzipped his pants, working her hand inside when the opportunity arouse.
Still Al didn't react. Even when she got inside of his underwear and began fondling his penis, he didn't jump up and down with joy.
"Don't you find me attractive, Al?" she asked with a husky whisper.
"You're very attractive, Mrs. Jones. In fact, I would have to say that you're the best looking wife in the school."
"Well, haven't you ever wanted to make a pass at me?"
"Why ... no!" he stuttered. "I'm not that kind of man."
"Oh bullshit! Every man is that kind of man. Just go with the flow, Al. Enjoy it."
Ironically, she noticed that he didn't have a hard-on. That was strange. Surely he should be reacting to her manual massage positively. Incredibly, Al didn't seem to be enjoying it one iota. He appeared to be an individual who would rather be at an Oklahoma stadium watching the tractor pulls.
She finally removed her hand in exasperation. Not only had she failed to give him an erection, but she had even failed to get a single savory drop of pre-ejaculatory sperm out of his spermary. Darn! Maybe she was only fit for fucking other women, young underage studs, and fat middle-aged husbands.
As these doubts crossed her mind, the handsome waiter kept walking back and forth to her table. She saw that Al seemed to be especially friendly towards the young man. In fact, she saw their hands touch several times.
She knew that something was going on when she felt Al's penis grow hard in her hands. Suddenly she knew. "Al," she asked softly, "are you a homo?"
"Shh!" he said, bringing his finger to his mouth. "I don't want others around here to know. Keep quiet, please."
For several moments she said nothing. She simply stared at him in disbelief. And yet, the longer she looked at him, the more she realized that he was telling the truth. "My god! I might have known that I'd pick a queer to have an affair with."
"Hey! I'm not queer. I'm gay. We don't like others to use that other word."
She looked at him and snickered, "A rose by any other name is still a rose."
He looked hurt. She looked at him and felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I should have known you were a pansy!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Every good looking male teacher I know is either a leech, or a homo. The only straight fellows in this profession are fat ugly ducklings like my hubby." She paused for a second and looked at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Why are you gay? I mean, a good looking guy like you could probably have his choice of the most beautiful women in this town."
"Well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't always this way."
"What converted you?"
"The day I stopped in at a gay bar and a fellow put his hand on my buttocks. A thrill shot through me. Something I never expected to feel in the presence of another male. Soon, he was kissing me on the lips-and I found that I didn't mind it. Next, he was taking me home and stripping me. Then he was kissing my penis. But it wasn't until later that night when I was won over to the other side."
"Why? What transformed you?"
He looked at her, lowered his voice, and said, "You have no idea how great it feels to have a hard dick shoved up your ass." He paused for a second and smiled. "Er ... excuse me. Maybe you do."
Sue thought it was ironic that she had been hungering for anal sex ever since Keith had mentioned the subject, and the man she had targeted to fulfill her backdoor fantasies had become a homosexual because of the practice. Oh well! Life was strange.
She looked at him and said, "No. Harry has never done it with me. I don't know what it's like."
"It's glorious," he said with knowing smile. "I can't go a day without it."
"I'm happy for you," she replied, sarcastically.
He caught the tone of her sarcasm and asked, "You're not angry with me, are you?"
"Oh course I am. Here I am, a good looking woman with a good looking body and I offer it to you ... and you reject me! You've made me feel like I'm over the hill. Like a piece of dirt."
"Oh don't say that, Mrs. Jones. It's just that I'm not into women anymore."
"Not even ones with long legs, lovely asses, and full breasts?"
He lowered his voice and whispered, "The only thing that turns me on is an effeminate looking man without body hair."
"I suppose Pee Wee Herman is your idea of a good time?"
"Now you're talking!"
She sighed and prepared to leave. "I would have been better off picking up a paperboy."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that. They're underage. You could get in serious trouble messing with minors."
A chill shot down her spine as she remembered her parallel bar fuck from young Keith. Hopefully he would keep his mouth shut. After all, he seemed like a mature kid.
She smiled. His dick was certainly mature.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Later that evening she drove up the driveway of her house and saw Mr. Brooks looking over the hedges. Suddenly an idea crossed her mind. "Hello, Mr. Brooks," she said in her most seductive voice.
"Hello there, Sue. How are you doing this evening?"
She could see that the man was a lecher at heart, because his intent was clear by his animalistic gaze. He was pretending to be friendly, when in fact he was staring at her crotch. She decided to play her cards for what they were worth. "Oh I don't know. I can't really decide how I feel." She raised her arms above her head and pretended to yawned. She thought that the sight of her magnificent breasts pressing outward ought to give him an eyeful.
She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw him gulp. Obviously, the action had had its intended effect.
She lowered her arms and brought her hands to her breasts. She turned to him, gently fondled her mammaries, and said, "I'm feeling extremely horny tonight."
"Horny?" he asked with a smile, keeping his eyes fixed on her lovely titties.
"Yes, extremely. I went out shopping for cock and I can't seem to locate any, anyplace."
He winked and said, "Why little lady, you haven't been looking in the right places."
"I haven't," she replied with a girlish giggle.
"No indeed. If you want some stiff cock, all you have to do is knock on my door. I've got plenty that I can give you."
"Oh really," she said as she allowed her tongue to make circuitous trip around the perimeter of her lips. It was nice to talk to someone who had a mature attitude about sex. Alvin was a total waste, and Keith, although holding promise, was still too young for her taste. But Mr. Douglas Brooks, now here was a man who had sunk his dick into a fair share of pussies. That fact was obvious.
Doug looked at her lovely face and developed an instant erection. He couldn't have gotten a quicker one if he had drunk a potion called Speedy Dick, which was now advertised on Cable TV. He was surprised to hear her uttering such outright sexual invitations, but he understood. Anybody who was that alluring had to get cock someplace, because she obviously didn't get it from that tub of lard she was married to.
She continued running her tongue around her lips and asked, "Why don't you invite me in for a few minutes. I think that I'd like to talk to you."
"Or maybe do some other things," he hinted with an understanding wink.
"Yes," she said with her most salacious voice. "Or, some other things."
She stepped forward and allowed him to wrap an arm around her waist. She had to admit that Doug was a lot more appealing than she had previously thought. The fellow was strong and wiry-the best physique for a lover to possess. Secondly, he wasn't timid. He wasn't afraid of copping a feel or two of her tits, nor allowing his hands to wander down her back and stroke her shapely buttocks.
"That feels nice, Mr. Brooks," she said as she wiggled her ass against his palm.
"I can show you a whole lot of other things that feel a lot nicer than that, little lady."
"Tee hee," she giggled like a little girl. "I bet I know what you're hinting at."
"I bet that you do too," he said with a knowing smile as he guided her into the living room and closed the door behind them.
"Why don't we just dispense with the preliminaries and go right to the bedroom," she suggested as she turned to snuggle her body closely to his.
"You're a mind reader."
"No. I'm a body reader. I can tell that this fellow between your legs needs a special round of attention."
"Yes. He needs a wet nurse."
They trotted off to the bedroom hurriedly. She wiggled her ass as much as humanly possible. She was hotter than she had been with the young stud, Keith, in the gym. God! She needed sexual relief badly. The fiasco with Al the fag had only left her hungering for some real satisfaction.
As she started to remove her dress he said, "Let me watch you strip."
"Why?"
He looked down at her and explained, "Because I've been dreaming of this for a very long time."
"I know," she said with a smile. "My son, Tommy, told me."
He suddenly flushed with embarrassment. "He did?" he asked with a measure of concern.
"Yes," she said as she rubbed her breast. "He said that you frequently watch me from behind the bushes."
Doug didn't know what to say, so he remained silent. He was worried that this might be some sort of entrapment operation. After all, how often did a beautiful woman like Mrs. Jones-a woman with a great deal of refinement-say that she had been out shopping for cock?
He cautiously looked around the room, searching for some evidence of a bugging operation. If he were being wire-tapped, some disturbance of his personal effects should be evident.
But as quickly as he had started looking, he stopped. After all, the only thing he had done was stare at this beautiful woman whenever she was in the backyard. That certainly wasn't a crime-especially since he was her neighbor. And no red-blooded American male could be faulted for staring at a body like hers. Those tits and that ass would cause any male to stop in his tracks and gawk.
She saw his look of concern and said, "Oh don't worry. I don't mind that you watch me. In fact, I'm rather flattered. If I had known, I might have been over here much sooner."
Maybe she was for real. Maybe she really was out shopping for cock. He had never seen her look so sultry and come hither. He looked at her breasts and could see that they were swollen a little more than usual. Fuller, firmer, more rounded. That was a good sign. That meant that she truly was turned on.
He wished that he could check out her cunt, to see if it were lubricating. Then he would know that she was telling the truth. Women might be able to fake orgasms, but they weren't able to fake vaginal secretions.
He was debating whether to proceed or not. With any other chick in any other circumstance, he wouldn't have hesitated a nanosecond. But with this broad, he was still in doubt. She knew about his peeping on her, and yet she seemed turned-on by it. Her son had seen him peeping, and yet she didn't seem to give a shit that he watched her.
What kind of a woman was this? If she were a bow-wow he would understand. But this babe could be a shoe-in for the Miss America pageant. What was up? He was confused.
Like all real cunt-hounds it was his pecker which made the final decision. It twitched once, twice, three times. As far as he was concerned the matter had been settled. She would be fucked. His stiff dick had given an affirmative nod.
Yea, he knew the old saying, that a man shouldn't let his pecker do his thinking. But the old pecker was usually right when it came to matters of the crotch.
He decided to play along. He smiled and said, "Do you know what I really like to see you in?"
"What's that?"
"Your short shorts. On hot days I like to watch you work in the garden with your tits hanging down and your ass sticking out."
She smiled, "Ohhh! Does it turn you on?"
"You better believe it."
"I'll have to remember that. I hope that we have a heat wave real soon so that I can wear the appropriate attire."
"Give me a call when the temperature hits ninety degrees and I'll be in attendance."
"I'll call only if you promise to bring your stiff friend there along."
He looked down at his zipper and replied, "He and I are inseparable."
"I bet you are. Why don't you get him out so I can get a good look at him. I'm anxious to see what he looks like."
He quickly unzipped and brought his fleshy organ out.
"Oh my!" she said with satisfaction. "He's beautiful."
"He says, 'Thank you. I've been waiting to be appreciated by someone as pretty as you'."
Sue caught on to the gist of the humor and pretended to talk to the penis. "Why thank you, young man. You're much taller and bigger than I suspected. How tall are you anyway?"
"I stand nearly ten inches tall, ma'am. Sometimes a little taller if I especially like the young lady."
"Well, I certainly hope that you especially like me." She put her hands on her hips and did a little swirl.
"I think I will lady. You're the clean and classy type of gal which appeals to my sensibilities."
She took a deep breath, thrust out her breasts, and asked, "Do you like to play with titties?"
"Occasionally, but mainly I like to play with that furry thing between your legs."
"Do you mean my pussy?"
"You betcha. That's my kind of playground. I like to bury my head in it and dig around."
"You're talking my kind of lingo. I was hoping that you'd say something like that." She undid her blouse and allowed her tits to spring free. "How do you like these?" she asked, still pretending to talk to the penis.
"They're the best in the neighborhood. Without a doubt."
"How do you know?" she chuckled.
"My master checks them all out. Believe me, yours are the best."
"How about my legs?" she asked as she seductively raised her skirt to reveal her shapely pair.
"Those are also terrific. I think that they're better than a centerfold's. I wish that I knew how to whistle so I could so you how much I like them."
"If you knew how to whistle, you could make a million bucks!" she laughed. She hoisted her skirt higher and asked, "How about my thighs? Do you like them?"
"They look terrific also. I'm looking forward to feeling what that inner thigh flesh feels like against my cheek. It's one of my favorite sensations."
"I bet." She turned around and dropped her skirt. "How about my ass? What do you think?"
"Mmmm! It's firm-the way a woman's is meant to be. I'd like to snuggle up your asshole if you give me a chance."
Sue burst out laughing. "My my! You are a dirty little fellow, aren't you?"
"My master made me that way. Besides, you're such a pretty girl, I want to explore every orifice of your body."
"Well, you're such a fine upstanding fellow, you might actually get that chance before the night is through."
She turned around to face him and lowered her panties to reveal the prettiest brunette pussy this side of the continental divide. Doug had a very hard time keeping his distance.
Through the years he had seen some great looking cunts, but few rivaled the sight of this one. There was almost something magical about it. As if it had been sculpted by some famous Greek artisan as the apotheosis of the perfect female genitalia.
When he was in the Navy, years ago, he had seen some terrific pussy. But many Oriental women were sadly lacking in the breast department. This broad had it all. Long legs, large breasts, shapely ass, and beautiful cunt. What more could a man ask for?
It was a mouth-watering sight all right-and his pecker knew it. Pre-ejaculatory sperm starting rising from his testes and began boiling out of his peehole. She had the kind of cunt that men fantasized about. The kind that kept teenage boys and old men whacking off late into the night. The kind which was framed by firm flesh and elongated tendons. The kind which only one woman out of a hundred possessed. The kind that his dick wanted to investigate at that very moment.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked, holding her hands at her side and forcing her pelvis forward.
"Holy fuck! If I had known that you looked like that, I would have jumped the fence and balled you long ago."
"Ah ah ah! That would have been rape," she advised, teasingly.
"You're right. I would have asked you first."
She stepped forward and pressed her body next to his and said, "And I would have gladly consented. Now, it's about time for you to take off your clothes. After all, what's good for the goose is good for the gander."
He quickly threw his clothes hither and thither around the bedroom, not really caring where the fuck the items landed. The quicker that he got his nude body pressed against hers, the better things would be.
"I never really noticed it before, but you're a very good looking man," she said as he undressed.
"And you're a very nice looking woman. But then, I've known that for quite some time."
They embraced and she allowed his calloused hands to slide down her back to the small of her waist.
"You feel much nicer without your clothes on," he whispered in her ear while rubbing against her flesh.
"Thank you. So do you."
"I'm amazed at how smooth your buttocks are."
"Why do you say that?"
"After a woman has several children her ass usually acquires fatty deposits."
"I have a thing against fat. I don't like it."
"Good for you. Neither do I-except of course when it comes to a woman's tits." He reached upward and gave the left one a gentle squeeze.
"Do I pass inspection?" she asked with a smile.
"I don't know. I'll need to do some further examining. Here, lie down on the bed and let me get a glimpse of your cunt."
"Oh my!" she giggled. "You sound like my kind of man." She was telling the truth. Her husband had long ago lost his sexual imagination.
She reclined and spread her long legs. They seemed to go on forever. Especially that expanse between her kneecap and her crotch.
Doug couldn't believe how fortunate he was to finally have the object of his lust displaying her lovely wares for his perusal. He felt like a kid in a candy store, or a child on Christmas morning.
"What do you think?" she asked with a smile.
"Here. Let me put a pillow underneath your ass so I can get a better view of it."
She giggled. What would he think of her if he knew that she had earlier displayed herself to her six-year old son? She giggled again. What would he think of her if he knew that she had been screwed by the star gymnast of the high school? She again giggled. And what would he think if he knew that she had experienced oral love with a beautiful blonde? Tee hee! Things in her life were changing fast. She was on a roller coaster ride of debauchery.
"Why don't you get on the bed in a sixty-nine position?" she asked. "I want to do a little inspecting too."
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea you were this kind of woman!"
"Any woman is that kind of woman."
His earlier doubts about her sincerity were dismissed. No dame could be faking like this. After all, this broad was as hot to trot as a Brooklyn whore, or a housewife in heat from the Main Line.
Doug did as Sue requested, carefully angling his dick toward her face, while he got down next to her brunette bush.
"Hi, fella. Gee, you look familiar," she said, again pretending that the penis were alive. She had to confess that this was the dick of her dreams. It was positively beautiful. Its head shone in the light of the room from the skin being stretched tightly across its surface. A little drop of pre-ejaculate had gathered at the tip. A ray of light shone through it, causing it to glisten mysteriously and wondrously. For some reason, she thought of the opening scene from "2001: A Space Odyssey."
The mighty dick resembled the mighty slab.
At that moment, the object in front of her face was the most gorgeous thing in the entire universe.
She leaned forward and kissed it.
"Mmmmm!" moaned Doug. "I've always dreamed you would do that."
"Mmmmm! I've always wanted to do it."
He laughed. "You mean to say that you've never kissed Harry's penis before?"
"He won't let me. He doesn't think it's the proper thing for a coach's wife to do."
"Where in the fuck did he get a silly idea like that?"
She leaned forward and planted another kiss on the upright organ. "I haven't the faintest idea." She kissed the penis once more, before sticking out her tongue and giving the shaft a lick.
She was surprised at how nice it felt. It was firm, yet soft. It was smooth, yet rough. It gentle, yet masterful. What a magnificent piece of human anatomy. Surely there must be a God! Only a Deity could have created something so wonderful.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Mmmm!" she said as she snuggled her cheek against the length of the shaft. "I'm just taking my time to appreciate your penis. It's been so long since I've been able to fondle one at my own leisure."
He smiled and said, "Hey! You go right on admiring it at your leisure. I don't mind at all."
She brushed her perfectly straight nose against the throbbing shaft, inhaling its fragrance as she did so. Mmmm! A man's cock smelled so delicious. She wondered why some perfume company somewhere didn't bottle that fragrance and sell it. There were a lot of horny housewives out there who would love to sniff that aroma throughout the day.
She looked down and noticed his scrotum. "Wow!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter?"
"Your balls are the size of grapefruit!"
"Yea, and you ought to taste the grapefruit juice."
She reached up with her hand and fondled the wrinkly sac. "I think I could go for some fruit juice right about now." As she cuddled the testes she brought her lips in contact with the head of the penis and began to suck.
"Ahhh!" moaned Doug in a state of ecstasy. "That a way baby. That a way."
Sue was as gentle as a newborn infant going after a milk-filled tit. Just like that infant, she wanted a liquid reward.
During all of her years of marriage she had never given Harry a blow-job-not because she hadn't wanted! She had had numerous dreams about performing such a feat. It's just that Harry was so fucking conservative that he wouldn't try anything other than the missionary position.
She wrapped her lips around the entire crown and started to bob her head up and down. It seemed so natural. Perhaps women possessed a blow-job gene.
She worked her lips a little further down the shaft. Down past the base of the crown. Down past the collar of circumcised skin. Down to where she could feel the pulsing vein beat against her lower lip. Down to where she could feel a few sparse pubic hairs against her lower lip. Down to where the shaft joined the hard, wiry, sinewy body of Doug.
She had taken it! Nearly ten inches! Maybe she should apply for a job in porno movie house. She could be the next Linda Lovelace.
"Ahh! You're beautiful Sue. You've got a mouth that's like a vacuum cleaner."
Sue heard the words, but she couldn't reply. Her mouth was stuffed with throbbing cock. She raised her head back to the crown and continued to work her lips and her tongue around the tip of the shaft. For some reason, she especially enjoyed putting her tongue into the peehole. Such wonderful things came out of that little slit. Things like white juicy sperm. Joy juice. The well spring of life.
As those thoughts crossed her mind, she gave a final kiss and raised her head. "I think it's time that we got into position, Doug. I need your meat badly."
She reclined against the backboard and spread her thighs as wide as humanly possible.
Doug looked down at her wide open gash and his penis pulsed appreciatively. He wanted to slip into that cavern in the worst way. "Howdy neighbor," he said with a lecherous smile.
"Well, howdy neighbor," she replied with an equally lecherous one. "What do you say we fuck up a storm for an hour or two?"
"I'd day that's a right neighborly thing to do."
She reached for the penis and gently fondled it. "Hello there fellow. You're about ready to get a reward."
"And what a reward it is," Doug replied. "The best cunt in the neighborhood."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"No, the only other women who gives me the kind of hard-on that you do is that Wanda Searl."
A broad grin crossed Sue's lovely face. "Did you know that she's my best friend?"
"Yea. I know. I see her sometimes when she drops by. When the two of you are sitting on the patio, I practically go out of my mind."
"Have you wanted to fuck Wanda like you've wanted to fuck me?" she asked as she wedged the first inch of him into her wet gaping sex.
He squeezed her tits with his hands and said, "I guess I'm unique. I'm one of those few American men who likes brunettes better than blondes. Especially brunettes who have foxtail pussies like yours. But I have to confess, if she were in the position that you're in right now I'd find it very hard to kick her out of bed."
Sue began giggling and laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?"
"Wanda described my pussy the same way."
"Wanda Searl? Really?"
"Yes. She was teaching me how to use a dildo this afternoon."
Doug slapped her ass playfully and delighted in watching the flesh jiggle. "Why you naughty girls. If you ever need penis, just give me a call. I'd be more than willing to serve you."
She looked at him lovingly and said, "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Baby, you can ask me anything you want."
"I want you to fuck me up the ass."
"A genuine buttfuck-is that what you want?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes. Everyone is raving about anal intercourse. I want to know if the rumors are true."
"Do you want me to plunge in now?"
"Please do."
He slowly withdrew, allowing his penis the pleasure of savoring the last few minutes in the grip of her vagina. Ahhh! She had a tight cunt. Hopefully her rear passage was just as tight as her love nest. But then it had to be. After all, she had confessed to being a backdoor virgin.
As he slipped his glistening organ out of her she let out an audible sigh. There was little doubt that she would miss it-if only for a few minutes.
She turned around and hoisted her ass high in the air. She presented a very lovely sight with her buttocks thrust upward and outward like that. "Do you like what you see?" she asked over her comely shoulder.
"A man would have to be an idiot not to. You've got the best looking derriere that I've ever seen. Smooth and shapely."
He admired the cleanliness of her asscrack. Too many women allowed their cracks to become discolored from lack of attention during their baths. But she obviously washed her butt thoroughly, going so far as to cleanse the pink puckered asshole.
"Thank you," she said as she wiggled her ass back and forth in an openly salacious invitation.
Doug had never been much of an anal intercourse fan. It was always a bit smelly. But he had a suspicion that Mrs. Jones' asshole smelled like a rose.
Ah yes! The yellow rose of Texas.
"Well come on!" she exclaimed. "What are you waiting for? A note from my father!"
He had to laugh. "No, I'm waiting for a call from your husband. I'm hoping that he says that it's okay to buttfuck his wife."
"Screw him. I give you permission." She spread her shapely thighs even wider, thus displaying her sexual wares all the more lewdly.
She was actually aching with need. Her labia were twitching obscenely, yearning to be filled with long hard cock. A different penis than her husband's. The second different penis that day. The third different invasion of her vagina since noon.
At long last she had discovered the Sexual Revolution.
Hallelujah and Merciful Heavens!
"Come on! What the hell's taking so long back there?" she asked desperately.
"I don't want to rush things. After all, I've been waiting for this moment for over five years."
"That long! Really?"
"Ever since I first moved in. I thought that you were one of the two best looking women in this town."
"Who's the other?"
"Your best friend, Miss Searl. Like I said before, whenever I see you both sitting on the patio in your swim suits I can't figure out which one I want to fuck more."
"Would you quit talking. I want that prong of yours up my asshole."
He reached down with his hands and grabbed the base of his ten-inch cock. He aimed it at her pink-puckered anus, which seemed to be swelling inward and outward like a living volcano. He placed the tip of his cock at the very center of her sphincter muscle. Since his shaft was already covered with vaginal juices, he didn't think it was necessary to further lubricate it with K-Y Jelly.
Sue felt the tip of his dick brushing against her anus. This was going to be a much different sexual experience than any she had ever had before. She was a virgin in this particular orifice. This would be just like losing her virginity all over again.
Doug took his index finger and began working it into her hole. This needed to be done in order to loosen her up a bit. "Goodness! You're tight!"
"Too tight?" she asked.
"I don't think that it's possible for a woman to be too tight. After all, they all loosen up after a while."
Sue was beginning to relax. She enjoyed the sensation of the finger working into her. And then she felt a second finger-and then a third. And with each digital intrusion, her anus loosened a little more.
Doug could tell that she was getting ready. It wouldn't be long now.
With an agile deftness he quickly slipped the head of his penis through the ring of her anus.
"Oooh!" she moaned. "That hurts."
He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her upper torso. He reached under her and fondled her hanging breasts, pulling the taut nipples. "Relax baby. I'll take it slow. I don't want to hurt you."
What a kind and considerate man, she thought. Her Harry never said works like that. He was too much of a macho man. Too much of an individual who was worried about his performance, rather than her satisfaction.
"Oooh!" she gasped as another inch slipped up her bunghole.
"Easy baby. Easy. I ain't gonna harm you. Just relax."
She followed his advice but found it difficult. Her cerebral neurons had to get used to an entirely new form of penetration. And yet, after a few moments, she had learned to relax. Her rectum was adjusting itself the friendly invasion.
Doug pushed onward another few inches, again stopping to allow her time to relax.
"Mmmm!" she moaned. "I'm starting to enjoy this."
With those words he began working his stiff member back and forth a few inches at a time, imitating the actions of vaginal intercourse.
"Mmmm!" she moaned again, this time with a deeper sense of pleasure.
Doug knew it was time to begin the assault. Her rectum was as relaxed as it would get. It was time to get down to serious business. It was time to buttfuck with gusto!
He began moving his pelvis back and forth repeatedly, sawing into and out of her back passage.
"Oh wow! That's good!" she moaned into the pillow. "Oooh! Keep doing that. Please!" To assist him she spread her thighs even wider apart, but ironically she found that only tightened her passageway. She tried a new tactic: she hoisted her ass as high as she could.
Doug began working like a jack hammer. He was moving in and out of her with full speed. He would shove himself all the way in, until his balls slapped against her gaping cunt, and then withdraw until only the crown of his penis was gripped by her sphincter. Back and forth he worked his mighty organ.
He leaned back and ran his hands down her lovely torso as he worked on her rear. She was a thoroughbred if there ever was one. She had the sleek lines of a Miss America, the agility of a gymnast, and the sexual energy of a porno star. What else could a man want in a woman than those commendable attributes?
He looked down at his cock and noted that it was a beet red. This was a delightful contrast to her peach-colored ass.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Give me more. More! More! Please!"
He could tell that she was entering the plateau phase of orgasm. It was time for him to began pacing himself so they could explode together. Nothing was more wonderful than a mutual climax.
Deep down in his scrotum he felt his sperm start to boil. Those little sperm cells were in an excited state and wanted to be released into her anus. "Don't worry fellows. You'll get your chance real soon."
"Who are you talking to?" she asked with a smile.
"My sperm cells. They want to meet you."
She smiled. Sex with this man was like it should be-fun. She reached underneath her body and between her legs and tickled his scrotum. "Yea, don't worry little fellows. You'll be meeting me real soon."
"Oh damn! That feels good!" he exclaimed as she tickled his excited testicles.
"What? This?" she asked as she ran her fingernails under and along his wrinkly sac.
"Oh wow!" he exclaimed again. "If you keep that up, the little fellows aren't going to stay locked up for long."
"Good! I want to meet them," she said breathlessly.
With those words he felt his testes constrict, his sperm tubes fill, and his penis expand to its greatest size.
He shoved his shaft all the way into her and held her hips in a viselike grip.
"Oh glory be!" she gasped, already expressing her orgasm.
"Oh glory be indeed!" he replied, releasing gob after gob into her beautiful body. It seemed to be an endless shower of sperm, cascading out of the end of his prick.
"Mmm! Hello you little rascals. My name is Sue."
Doug played along. "Where's the egg! Where's the egg! We can't find the egg! Oh shit! The bastard shot us into the wrong hole! We're doomed! We'll never get out of here alive!"
She laughed at his sense of humor as she felt the viscous liquid slosh around inside of her rectum. It was a wonderful feeling to be saturated with freshly ejaculated semen. Hopefully, she would have the pleasure of this experience often.
Sue could barely stand. One of the drawbacks of butt fucking was that it left a woman rather sore between her legs. After she got dressed, she told Doug that she would definitely see him again.
"I hope so," he replied. "And remember, I'll be looking for that favorite pair of short shorts."
She laughed and reached forward to fondle his shrunken penis. "Goodness! He doesn't look as threatening as before."
"Keep that up and he'll be threatening."
She gave his penis one last loving squeeze, before she turned and walked back to her house.
Just as she was crossing the driveway, Wanda drove up.
The beautiful blonde leaned out the window and asked, "What were you doing over at Mr. Brooks house?"
Sue stepped close, placed her hands on her ass, and replied, "My next door neighbor just introduced me to the joys of anal sex."
Wanda giggled. "My goodness! You've really had an adventuresome day, haven't you?"
"I'll say. I can't wait to wake up tomorrow to see what it'll bring."
Just then, Sue's young daughter, Mary, came running down the sidewalk. "Mommy! Mommy!"
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Daddy called and said that he won't be able to make it home tonight."
Sue and Wanda looked at each other with a mischievous grin. Sue turned to her daughter and asked, "Why not?"
"He said that he has to stay overnight for the tournament."
"Oh really!" Sue said with a smile. She turned to Wanda and asked, "Would you like to stay over?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Doug came out of his house and looked at the two beautiful women standing in the middle of the driveway. Sue saw him and waved. Wanda turned in his direction and did the same.
He stepped over to the bushes and asked, "Where are you lovely looking women going?"
Wanda said in a husky whisper, "My friend here has to go douche herself. You obviously pumped quite a load of sperm into her."
"Hey! Don't blame me. It was something she wanted."
Sue heard him and turned around. "Why don't you come up and join us in the shower, Mr. Brooks?"
Wanda laughed. "I didn't know we were taking a shower together?"
"Why not? Harry's gone and I might as well do everything that I've ever wanted to do."
Wanda stepped close to her brunette friend, squeezed her tits, and said, "Oooh! Nice milkers."
"You've got a pretty lovely pair there yourself, blondie," said Doug as he reached forward and gave her left breast three gentle squeezes.
"I bet they'd come out to play if you came along with us," laughed Wanda.
He didn't wait for a formal invitation. He stepped through the bushes in only a matter of milliseconds. The women parted and allowed him in the middle With his left arm around Wanda, and his right arm around Sue, the trio headed into the house and into Sexual Adventureland.
Mary saw her mother step through the door and asked, "Oh! I didn't know you were going to have company tonight, mother?"
"Mr. Brooks is going to go upstairs and fix our shower, and Wanda's going to help me with some other things. So, you be a good girl and put yourself to sleep tonight, okay?"
"Do I have to go to bed now?"
"Yes young lady. It's way past your bedtime."
"Can I sleep with Tommy?"
Wanda and Sue exchanged knowing glances and smiled. Sue replied, "Sure. Why not?"
She really wasn't encouraging youth's promiscuity. But Tommy's room was further away. Hence, if things got out of hand in the shower, the kids wouldn't hear the action.
She hurried upstairs with her daughter, directing her to Tommy's room. The youngest was completely asleep, probably dreaming of baseball games and kittens. He had a few years to go before he started dreaming of pussy every night.
Mary, on the other hand, was probably starting to wonder why boys and girls were made differently. Well, if she was especially curious, she could stop by the shower and see the reason.
With Mary tucked in beside Tommy, she quickly fell off to sleep.
Sue turned, walked out the door, and hurried down the hall. She stepped through her bedroom door, locked it, and hurried into the shower.
Wanda and Doug were already disrobing. "Should we have some wine before we entertain ourselves?" asked the beautiful blonde.
"Fuck no! I'm not interested in any liquid refreshment except that which comes from testicles."
Wanda was the first to completely strip and she shook her tits for Doug's benefit.
"Nice knockers," he said appreciatively.
"What about mine?" Sue asked in a competitive spirit.
"Yours are a delight also. He reached out with his left hand and tweaked Wanda's nipple, and reached out with his right to tweak Sue's. "Yea, I think I could get used to this lifestyle," he said with a smile.
"You're not the only one."
Sue reached over and turned on the shower, and then she quickly stepped in. She wasn't about ready to waste time waiting around for others to make the move first. Not tonight.
Wanda quickly followed her, hurriedly stepping beneath the spray. "Hey! It's no fun just having pussies in here. We need a man also."
Doug stepped through the spray and hugged each woman close to his wiry body.
Wanda looked down at his massive erection and exclaimed, "Holy shit! I had no idea you were hung like a stud horse!" She reached out with her hand and attempted to wrap her fingers around it. She watched in fascination as it seemed to grow another two inches in her palm. It seemed to be beckoning her, hypnotizing her, calling out to her.
She tried to resist, but found herself puckering her lips and lowering her head anyway.
Sue looked at her friend and asked, "Isn't it a beauty?"
Just as she was about to kiss the tip, Wanda managed to reply, "I'll say! It's positively gorgeous." In only a matter of seconds she had her lips wrapped around the head of it, and she was sucking away like a newborn infant.
In the meantime, Sue began to soap herself, rubbing the bar over her breasts and down between her thighs. She squatted slightly to lather her brunette nest thoroughly.
Wanda however was too concerned with sucking to worry about lathering. She was using her hands to massage Doug's massive shaft, running them up and down its length. She reached beneath the base and fondled the balls. She gently stroked them. She could tell that they contained a lot of sperm.
Doug guided his hands to her head and held it in place while he worked his member into her mouth.
Sue stepped behind him and started washing his back, running the bar of soap all the way down to the crack of his ass. She delighted in his muscular appearance. Thank god he wasn't fat and chubby like Harry. "If you ever put on any weight, you'll never get anymore of my pussy," she said.
"I'm starting a diet in fifteen seconds then," Doug laughed.
Wanda raised her head and whispered, "You need to produce only enough to produce sperm and maintain erections." She stood up, turned around, and bent over. Her pussy was in a direct line with his cock. "Shove it in, please. Momma needs some of your frankfurter."
Doug didn't waste any time. He saw her gaping labia and wedged his dick between the two halves of her sex.
"Ahh!" moaned the blonde with a sigh of complete satisfaction. "Oh no wonder you like your next door neighbor so much, Sue. If he lived next door to me, I'd treat him four times per day."
Sue was fascinated by the sight of his cock slipping into her friend's blonde muff. There was something extremely erotic about sharing the experience of sexual intercourse. No wonder group sex was so popular. She'd have to do this more often.
"I wish you had two cocks," Sue said beneath her breath.
He looked to one side and kissed her on the forehead. "So do I."
Wanda looked around and said, "Come here, doll."
Sue smiled. She knew what was in store for her. She managed to squeeze herself around the two interlocked bodies, and stood in front of her blonde friend.
"Sit down on the ledge," Wanda commanded.
Sue did as she was told.
"Now spread your legs as wide as possible."
Sue again did as she was told.
"Move me forward a little bit, Doug so I can lap away at that beautiful cunt of hers."
It was a bit awkward to move somebody forward while fucking them, but Doug managed. The sight of that lovely brunette gasp was enough to beckon him like a tractor beam.
In only a matter of seconds Wanda was lapping away at that liquid chamber, seeking nectar from its magic depths.
Doug watched admiringly as the blonde tongued out the brunette. For a moment he thought that he had died and been transported to pussy heaven. This was certainly the way a man should live all the time.
"Mmm!" moaned Wanda as she lapped away.
"Mmm!" moaned Sue as she was lapped.
"Mmm!" moaned Doug at all the slurping and moaning sounds taking place around him.
"Mmm!"
"Mmm!"
"Mmm!"
The moans became indistinguishable from each other. The feminine voices became more masculine sounding. The male voice, more high-pitched.
"Mmm!"
"Mmm!"
"Mmm!"
Each wanted to encourage the other with the sounds emanating from their vocal chords, but soon the voices were punctuated with four-letter words.
"Mmm! Oh Fuck!"
"Mmm! Oh merciful fuck!"
"Mmm! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The sperm was building in Doug's testes the way that steam does in a boiler. It needed to be released or it would blow a gasket. He gave one last mighty shove and deposited several million sperm cells into the waiting love chamber of the blonde.
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahhhh!"
All three had experienced the wondrous ecstasy of a mutual orgasm. A triple header.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harry drove up the front driveway at six o'clock the next morning. He thought that he would surprise Sue by getting home early. Naturally he had a tough time getting his obese body out of his car, but he eventually managed it.
As he walked in the front door he heard the television set blaring. Remembering that it was Saturday he called, "Tommy! Mary! Is that you? Daddy's home."
Tommy came walking out of the family room, rubbing his eyes and carrying his teddy bear.
"Are you tired, Tommy?"
"Yes. Very."
"Why? Didn't get a good night's sleep?"
"Mommy and Miss Searl kept me awake all night."
"Miss Searl was here overnight-really?"
"Yes. She kept momma company."
"Well that's all right. Girls occasionally need company. "
"I suppose so," said Tommy with a yawn. "I guess that's why Mr. Brooks was over here too last night."
"Mr. Brooks was over here?"
"Yea. He helped fix the shower."
"I didn't know it was broken."
"It was. He was in there a long time with momma and Mrs. Searl. They were making all kinds of noise."
Although Harry was curious, he didn't ask any more questions. He walked Tommy back into the living room, placing him in front of the television set.
Once Tommy was curled up in his blanket, Harry turned and walked up the stairs. At the top he heard the unmistakable sound of women giggling.
First he heard his wife say, "Oh! That's good. So very good."
He stopped in his tracks. He didn't know whether to proceed or not. Especially when he heard Wanda say, "You're darn tootin' that's good. Mmmm!"
Were they eating something? Were they listening to music and commenting upon certain sounds? What were they doing?
"Mmmm!" moaned Wanda.
It sounded almost as if they were having sex! But that couldn't be. His wife just wasn't a sexually responsive person anymore. They only made love once every two months.
He opened the door to their bedroom and peeked inside. Sure enough, there in the middle of the bed was Wanda and Sue-completely naked.
Wanda was laying on her back with her legs spread wide and her back resting against the headboard. Sue was hunched over with her ass pointed high in the air and her face buried between Wanda's widespread thighs.
He couldn't believe it! His wife was performing cunnilingus!
He stood transfixed in the spot, unable to move. He was partly in shock-partly overwhelmed with a deep sense of curiosity. He had to admit that the sight of the two naked bodies was extremely arousing. These were two of the most beautiful women in town and they were engaged in uninhibited sex.
Wow! People paid good money to see this very same sight in porno movie houses!
Ironically, neither of them had heard him open the door. Or, if they did, they apparently didn't give a damn about his presence.
Wanda had her eyes closed and was straining her neck towards the ceiling. Sue, on the other hand, had her face framed by Wanda's luscious thighs. Little gasps of pleasure kept emanating from both women. An "Mmm!" was followed by an "Ahhh!" which might be followed by another "Mmm!"
He had to smile. Gosh damn! He never knew his wife did this sort of thing! Wow! He was married to his very own pornographic movie star!
He scooted around the edge of the room as quietly as a 300 pound man could, so that he could have a better view of the proceedings. When he got directly behind his wife's ass he stopped. He had to admit that was a beautiful sight in front of him. He never noticed how beautiful his wife looked in this position-spread so wide like that.
He licked his lips at the thought of tasting that magnificent ass. Oh well, what better time than now?
He quietly stepped forward, leaned over, and planted a slurpy kiss on his wife's left buttock.
"Oh ho ho!" laughed Sue. "We have company, Wanda."
"Is it a man with a big dick," asked the blonde, not bothering to open her eyes, or look around Sue's body to see who it was.
"I certainly hope so."
Harry was filled with a sense of pride. He didn't know that his wife boasted about his six-inch size to Miss Searl. What a sexual turn-on to find out your wife thought you were well-endowed. He instantly spouted an erection.
Sue shook her ass and said, "If you have a big penis, kiss my right buttock as well."
Harry moved his face over to her right asscheek and planted a sloppy kiss there.
"Oooh! He's signaled that he has a big dick. What shall we do with it, Wanda?"
"Why, you should invite him to unzip himself of course."
"Miss Searl said that you can unzip yourself and withdraw your mighty thing."
Harry had still not uttered a word. He was enjoying the game that the women were playing on him.
"Now, what should I ask him to do, Wanda?"
"You should ask him to tap your pussy with his rod."
"Did you hear that, Mister Man?"
Harry patted his wife's smooth buttocks as a signal that he understood.
"Mmm! Yes. I can feel that you understand."
"Sue, why don't you get on top of me so our guest can have a better view of both of our honey boxes?
"I don't want to change my position," lamented Sue. "Instead, I have a better idea. Why don't you turn around and present your ass for inspection as well?"
"You sound like a very naughty woman," Wanda laughed.
"You made me that way."
"And you love it."
Harry was going out of his mind. He had no idea that his wife led a secret life of uninhibited sexual adventure with Wanda. It seemed that the husband was always the last to know. Other men might have been utterly devastated by such news, but not Harry. He was as proud as a peacock.
Wanda repositioned herself on the bed without opening her eyes. Apparently she wanted the game to continue as it had thus far.
Once Wanda's ass was next to Sue's he had a hard time maintaining his balance. The sight of two lovely asses and accompanying pussies pointing in his face was almost too much to bear. He would have shot his load right there on the spot if Wanda hadn't asked, "Well, who's pussy do you like better? Mine or Sue's?"
That wasn't an unfair question to ask a man-especially one who was in a state of arousal.
Luckily he didn't have to answer because Sue asked, "Would you pet my pussy with your thing? I want to know what it feels like." She displayed her ass more lewdly, pushing it back towards him.
He stepped close and placed his pecker in the center of her mons. Wow! She was soaking wet down there. She hadn't been that wet since their honeymoon-some fifteen years beforehand.
"Oooh!" she cooed. "That feels nice. Now why don't you be a good boy and let my dear friend Wanda have a sample."
Harry was having difficulty breathing. Yet he did as his wife requested. A situation like this only happened once in a lifetime, and he realized that he should take full advantage of it.
He positioned himself behind Wanda's out thrust ass. It was just as lovely-if not lovelier-than his wife's. Same fair complexion. Same firm muscle tone. Same sensuous shape. The only difference was a blonde muff rather than a brunette.
He put his penis at the center of her slit, and let it rest there awhile.
"Oooh! That feels nice," Wanda sighed, wiggling her ass delightfully, trying to entrap more of the shaft in her vagina.
Harry's eyes rolled back in his head. In all of his years of marriage he had never cheated on his wife. Yet, this morning, he had his dick in his wife's best friend's snatch-and incredibly his wife had encouraged him to put it there.
"Why don't you slip it in, honey?" Wanda said. "It's not gonna bite, you know."
"Oh no you don't!" Sue exclaimed. "You're not gonna fuck her without fucking me. If she gets a couple of strokes, I get a couple of strokes."
Harry wanted to pinch himself to make certain that he was still alive. He had a strange premonition that he was dreaming all of this. And besides, where did his wife learn to talk like that? He didn't remember her using the word "fuck".
"I agree with Sue," said Wanda. "Just give me a couple of strokes, doll, and then satisfy Sue's hunger."
This was too much! He now understood what the Hippies from the sixties meant when they said something "Blows your mind."
He rocked his pelvis back, aimed his dick, and gently shoved it in her hole. He didn't have any trouble getting it in. She was as wide-open and as slick as the Holland Tunnel during an overhead leak. He moved it back and forth once-twice-and was preparing to go for a third time when he remembered to step over and service his wife. It took an effort of iron will to dislodge himself from Wanda's willing cunt.
"Oh boy! It's my turn!" cooed Sue, rocking her ass backward slightly, giving Harry an eyeful of her entire pubic region.
He looked down at his cock and noticed that it was still thickly covered with Wanda's secretions. He thought about being considerate and wiping himself off, but then he remembered that his wife had just been licking those same secretions with her tongue. Surely she wouldn't mind a little bit in her snatch, if she didn't mind it in her throat.
He did as he had done with Wanda. Positioning himself immediately behind, aimed, and fired.
Damn! His wife was as wide-open as Wanda had been. He couldn't believe it. Usually Sue's snatch was as tight as the inside of a K-Mart garden hose. Wow! If he didn't know better he would have sworn that somebody else had been fucking her, loosening her up. But that would have been impossible. No guy's dick could be that big.
"Mmm!" Sue moaned. "Ahh! What a way to wake up." She sensed that something was different about Doug this morning, but she couldn't immediately put her finger on it. Then she realized that his dick wasn't as big as she had remembered it. Well, that could probably be explained by the fact that he had fucked his brains out the night before. The poor rod just wasn't up to another round of fucking so soon.
Harry gave her two pokes and then withdrew. He moved back behind Wanda, and slipped his organ into her snatch for the second time in as many minutes.
"Ahhh!" she moaned. "This is the best alarm clock-ever. Hard dick in the morning."
Harry gave her two thrusts and withdrew. He stepped back behind his wife and repeated his earlier performance.
"Oh!" Sue moaned ecstatically. "This is so fucking good."
"Give me some more of that cock," Wanda called. "I need it badly."
Harry hurried over and gave her what she asked for. As much as he enjoyed the game, it was frustrating to withdraw after only two strokes. Hell! He would just get up a good head of steam in one female before he had to switch to the other.
Back and forth he rushed-pumping, and humping, and withdrawing. Wanda would moan, then Sue would moan, and then Wanda would moan again.
Harry was perspiring heavily. He hadn't worked this hard at anything in ages. Suddenly he realized there was a real purpose to losing weight. The more one lost, the longer one could fuck. If that wasn't a good reason to go on a diet, nothing was.
As the girls' orgasms drew closer, he had to hurry to keep up with their demands.
"Oh give me more over here, please!" Wanda would beg.
"No! No! Get back here at once!" Sue would demand.
"Don't fuck her! Fuck me!" Wanda would reply.
At long last, Harry couldn't stand it any longer. His testes demanded that he shoot his load into one of the vaginas, otherwise they would shoot it him into the air. It was when he was giving Wanda her second stroke that his semen gushed out in viscous droplets.
"Ahhh!" she said with a satisfied sigh, before turning to Sue and exclaiming, "Ha ha! I got his sperm and you didn't. Ha ha!"
Sue pounded her fists on the pillow. "Damn it! That's no fair. Let's try two out of three games."
For the first time since Harry entered the room he spoke. "I don't think I could shoot another load for a while yet. Give me a chance to rejuvenate my balls."
Sue's eyes immediately popped open and she turned around hurriedly. "Harry! What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean, 'What am I doing here?'" he laughed. "I live here. Remember?"
Wanda was easing herself off of his deflating cock. Like Sue she had thought it was Doug who was balling them.
The two women looked at each other with an expression of disbelief. The dick which had been satisfying their pussies belonged to fat Harry-not to physically fit Doug.
Sue realized that she would only create a scene if she told him that she had been expecting another man. Their neighbor. "I'm sorry. Of course I knew it was you. It's just ... that I got ... so wrapped up in the game ... that I forgot myself. That's all."
"I'll say," he laughed. "I didn't know you were that hot for my cock."
"Why ... I ... I ... " she stuttered, unable to find the words to reply.
Wanda realized that it was up to her to save the situation. "I have to agree with Sue. I didn't expect that you'd be such a world class lover."
He looked down at her, fondled her breast, and said, "And I didn't know that you were such a hot number either."
Sue burst out laughing. The idea of her fat Harry as a stud was almost too much to bear. And yet, she realized that if he had shot into her instead of Wanda, she would have had an earth-shattering orgasm of unbelievable proportions. Maybe her Harry had promise after all. Maybe their marriage could be saved. Maybe she didn't have to resort to dildos for satisfaction.
She looked over and watched him fondle Wanda's left breast. She reached out and fondled the right one.
"Well Harry, since you took care of Wanda for the first fuck, it's turn to take care of me for the second. Let's get back in the position that we were in, Wanda-before we were disturbed."
Her blonde friend giggled and resumed her place reclining against the headboard, spreading her legs wide. Sue got between them, lowered her face to the blonde muff, and resumed slurping away.
Harry watched his wife hoist her ass high in the air in an openly salacious invitation to commence fucking.
If he had any doubts what she wanted, they were removed when she said, "Come on, Harry. Shove it into me. Show me that I'm married to a stud."
He wasted no time. He hustled his 300 pound body into position behind his wife's lovely ass. As if instinctively knowing what to do, she lowered her gaping cunt onto his erect organ and began moving her shapely pelvis up and down.
This time Wanda kept her eyes open-at least for a little while-until the sight of fat perspiring Harry grossed her out. It was better to think of him as good-looking Doug. Yea, Harry wasn't so bad looking as long as one only had to look at his penis. But then, that could be said of all men, couldn't it?
She looked down at her friend, Sue, who was busy lapping away at her cunt. Goodness! They had been up all night doing this very thing to each other. After poor Doug had fired off for the last time, and had gone home, the girls kept themselves busy exploring each other's body with their tongues. She giggled when she remembered that they especially liked the little orifices.
What wondrous things they had done to each other. First, Wanda eating out Sue. Then Sue eating out Wanda. Then both of them eating each other out at the same time. And then taking a shower together, and finding out what it was like to eat each other out beneath the spray. And then taking a bath together, and finding out what it was like to eat each other out under the water. And then back to bed, to eat each other out-again, and again, and again. And then Harry arriving, and giving them the thrill of the unknown molester. And now, back to eating each other out. Wow! Talk about a great night!
Wanda could see that the possibilities of her sexual experiences could be broadened considerably. After all, it was quite apparent that Harry liked this little menage-a-trois. And it was equally apparent that Doug liked the idea too.
Hmm. An idea crossed her mind. When Harry would be away coaching, that meant that Doug could come over and "visit" his girls. Ah yes! Her pussy throbbed at the very thought.
But her pussy was doing more than responding to imaginary scenarios of sexual intrigue. It was also reacting to Sue's adept tongue. The brunette beauty had really learned her stuff in the past twelve hours. She was like an expert on the clitoral flute.
She looked back at Harry and noticed that he was moving back and forth like a possessed man. Well, what man wouldn't be possessed if he had his dick trapped inside of a beautiful cunt like Sue's. There was no doubt that the guy held promise, but he needed to lose 120 pounds. And it was too bad that he didn't have an additional four inches on that dick of his. Oh well, a woman couldn't expect everything.
Harry could feel his balls start to boil with sperm for the second time that morning. That was incredible! He hadn't had two ejaculations for years! And in the same week even!
Double wow!
He gave a final mighty shove and screamed out, "Arrrrrrrgghhhh!"
His wife also experienced an orgasm, and she moaned, "Arrrrrrggghhhhh!" as well.
And the "Arrgghh's" were so pleasing to the ear, that Wanda had to release hers as well.
All three of them tumbled upon the bed, sprawled upon the covers, intertwining arms and limbs and genitals. Semen and cum seemed to be everywhere. On the sheets, the pillows, and the bedspread.
Harry smiled. He had no idea he had that much in him. My god! It was if three men had been fucking on the bed. Ejaculate was everywhere!
And then he realized. Of course, the women had been enjoying themselves all night. That explained the massive amount of spend which was splattered everywhere.
Well, this was one dry cleaning bill which he wouldn't mind paying. Just then there was a knock on the door. Sue tensed and asked, "Who is it?" She was extremely worried that Doug had returned and wanted some morning action. Then what would she have done?
Naturally she was relieved to hear the voice of her son say, "It's me, Tommy. Can I come in?"
"No Tommy. Not right now. We're not dressed. You come back later, okay?"
There was a pause and then the youngster asked, "Did you show that new kiss to daddy yet?"
Sue cringed, not remembering what her son was talking about.
"You know the one where Miss Searl gets between your legs and kisses your hair there?"
Harry laughed and replied, "She sure did, Tommy. And boy do I like it. She'll probably be showing me that kiss all morning."
"I'm gonna go outside and play, mom. Okay?"
"Okay Tommy. But don't go too far away."
"All right," he replied. "Bye mom. Bye dad. Bye Miss Searl."
Wanda burst out laughing and said, "Bye Tommy. Have a good day."
Wanda looked over at Harry and said, "You know, you're not a bad lover, but you're still a fat son-of-a-bitch."
"My weight didn't inhibit my sexual performance, did it?"
"You could do better, if you were skinnier."
"Hey! I don't hear Wanda complaining."
The beautiful blonde realized that she was in the middle of a potentially explosive argument. Nevertheless, she took Sue's side. "Harry, you really are a little on the chunky side."
"I feel fine," he said adamantly.
"A lot of fat people feel fine until the very moment they have a stroke. And then, Wham-o! They wish they would have taken off a few hundred pounds when they had the chance."
Sue suddenly had an inspiration. "I'll tell you what, Harry. We'll make a fair deal. For every two pounds that you take off, you can have sex with me. And for every five pounds that you take off, you can have sex with Wanda."
The blonde looked at her and said, "Wait a just a cotton pickin' minute! I wasn't consulted on this so-called 'fair deal'."
Sue turned and said, "Be a sport, Wanda. Harry's not such a bad guy. He's just fat as a Macy's Day balloon."
"But what do I get out of the deal?"
"You get Harry's cock for one thing-and you get my pussy and/or my tongue when you're not getting his cock." To emphasize her words, she ran her hands along Wanda's inner thighs, stopping at the juncture of the legs to cup the pubic mound."
"Oooh!" cooed Wanda, stretching her legs to allow the hand greater access to her vital parts. "Maybe this isn't going to be such a bad deal, after all."
"And just think, as Harry gets leaner, he'll be more a love machine to satisfy our aching needs."
"Mmm! The idea has definite promise," Wanda sighed as she rocked her pelvis against the exploring hand.
Harry looked at them and asked, "And when can I have both of you, at the same time again?"
Sue thought for a moment and then squeezed Wanda's pussy as another bit of inspiration rushed over her. "I've got it! Like I said, for every two pounds you lose, you get to fuck me. For every five pounds you lose, you get to fuck Wanda. And for every ten pounds you lose, you get to fuck the both of us during a night of wild sexual abandon."
"Hey! This sounds like a great idea!"
"I thought you might like it."
"And what happens on the night I succeed in getting down to ... " He paused for a moment before asking, "What weight am I supposed to get down to?"
Sue didn't have an answer for that question. She turned to Wanda and asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"
Wanda scratched her left nipple with her fingertip and said, "How about 160 pounds? That's a good weight."
Harry laughed. "Get serious! I haven't weighed that little since I graduated from junior high. Be more realistic."
"All right," Wanda replied, "how about the weight you were on your wedding day? I think that's fair. After all, Sue hasn't put on any weight since then."
Sue smiled and said, "That's it! That's the solution! That'll be the goal."
"Hey! Wait a minute. That means that I've got to get down to 175 pounds."
"That's right, Harry," said Sue with a smile.
"That means I've got to lose over 125 pounds."
"That's right, Harry," Sue said again.
He slapped his brow with his palm and exclaimed, "There's no way I can do that!"
Wanda turned to him and said, "You're looking at this all wrong." She ran her hand over his immense blubbery stomach. "It's not like losing 125 pounds-it's like having sixty-two and one-half fucks with your lovely brunette wife. And it's like having twenty-five fucks with me. And don't forget-it's having twelve and one-half orgies with the two of us."
A broad grin crossed his face. "Wow! I bet this diet works! It's motivated me to lose weight like nothing else. I'm starting right here-right now." He turned to Wanda and said, "You should have been a math teacher. If I would have been given assignments like that in algebra, I wouldn't have wound up as a coach."
She laughed, "You mean I could have asked questions like, 'If Johnnie's penis is seven inches long, and Billy's is six inches long, what's there difference-expressed as a percentage?'"
Sue slapped her on the thigh and said, "You could never ask questions like that in a high school. Not only would the PTA run you out of town, but none of the girls would be able to concentrate on their school work."
The blonde laughed. "You're right. If I had had a math teacher ask those kinds of questions, I would have creamed in my panties before lunch time."
"Speaking of eating," Sue said with a smile, "I could go for some more of your muff pie about now."
"Only if you promise to share a little of your poon-tang pie," replied the shapely blonde.
"What about my wiener? Does anybody want a bite?" asked Harry, attempting to get in one more round of sex with either of the lovely babes before getting out of bed.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" scolded Wanda. "The diet begins now. If you get to partake in pussy before you lose your first couple of pounds, you'll never start your diet."
Harry knew a good thing when he heard it. He wasn't about to blow his chances of having uninhibited and unrestrained sexual intercourse with the best looking women in town. He turned to Sue and said, "I still want to know how we're gonna celebrate when I get down to 175."
Sue thought about saying that they'd invite Mr. Brooks over for a participatory orgy, but rejected that idea. Explaining that invitation would only make Harry suspicious. Finally she said, "I don't know, Harry. We'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it. I'm sure that Wanda and I will think of something appropriate-especially if you become the stud of our dreams."
The three adults all smiled at each other. They were entering into a menage-a-trois with the happiest of feelings. Things would work out. They were sure of it.
Eventually Harry fulfilled his promise of losing weight, getting down to a svelte 170 pounds of cunt-fucking muscle. And Wanda, far from being grossed out by the fat Harry, eventually became turned on in his presence. Once his gut started to vanish, she readily and willingly put-out.
