Rae Anne Ramsey's story is strange but true. The wife of ballplayer Mitch Ramsey, Rae lives a world of great wealth and great sexual excess. Except for some details that might affect the lives of other people, Rae has not altered one detail of her sexual odyssey from small town girl to big city thrill seeker.
Her husband expected the girl to remain the same innocent child that he married. But, when Mitch began going on the road with his team, Rae found herself turning to other men to satisfy her sexual desires.
Soon, the young woman just couldn't get enough. Fat cocks, slender cocks, young boys and mature men, Rae wanted and got them all.
In the closely knit world of professional baseball, word quickly spread among the other ballplayers' wives that Rae was on the make. A few were shocked, but more were jealous, and soon Rae found herself at the center of a circle of hot, lonely women.
Together, the women started their hunt for the perfect cock, and they never lacked for members in their private club. Several of the women, Rae among them, found that the joys of lesbian sex added to the pleasure of the pursuit.
Rae does not mince words in her memoirs. Here follows the story of the metamorphosis of a young, virginal girl to a sexually fulfilled woman, the personal secrets of a ballplayer's wife.
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CHAPTER ONE
The best place to start is at the beginning, the first day that I was unfaithful to my husband. It had nothing to do with Mitch's cock not being big enough to satisfy me, or with me needing to get my pussy fucked in order to boost my self-image or any of that psychological stuff.
It had to do with the need to get laid, pure and simple.
I grew up in a small town in the Midwest, and before I had sex for the first time, I knew that sex was going to be important to me. You see, in a small town, everybody knows what everybody else is doing, and my parents raised me to be a good girl. I didn't smoke, didn't drink, went to church every Sunday, and the only dates I went on in high school were to the movies at the Kiwanis Club Young Peoples' Program.
I can state pretty fairly that I was the prettiest girl in our small school, but the boys didn't try anything funny with me. They would have had their wrists and probing fingers very quickly deposited back in their laps.
As far as anybody knew, Rae Anne Jenkins would remain a virgin until she found a man worthy enough to marry.
No one knew that I used to spend every night of my young life, from the time I was about twelve, masturbating myself silly.
Jerking off, beating the bush, whatever you happen to call it, I was probably the best do-it-yourself orgasm machine in town!
Of course, growing up in a small, Bible-fearing town, I didn't know any of these sexy words back then. I didn't really even understand precisely what it was I was doing to myself. All I knew was that if I touched myself just right, and just long enough, I could make my body tremble and all the world disappear for a few exciting moments. Then I would do it again.
I remember one night in particular, just a few days before Mitch came into my life. I had been out to the soda shop with a boy my parents approved of, the mayor's son. My parents weren't rich, but they were pretty snooty, and if their little girl was going to get married, she had to marry big.
Now, when I look back, I have to laugh. Mitch has more money than that whole town put together!
Anyway, that night had been sort of fun. It was a cool autumn evening, and Bobby and I stopped off to swing on the swings at the playground, just kid stuff, before coming the rest of the way home. I had just turned seventeen, but that sort of thing was still fun. Bobby was pushing me, and I was pumping with my legs, which were quite strong because I played a lot of sports at school, and I was really swinging pretty high.
I was breathless when Bobby suddenly grabbed the chains of the swing and held me back. I had been enjoying the way the leather seat had been giving my pussy a little massage with each high swing, and I tumbled out onto the ground when he stopped the momentum.
"Hey, what's the ide ... " was all that I had time to say before Bobby was on top of me, rubbing his hands between my legs where my skirt had ridden up and pressing his hard something I wasn't too sure what a cock even looked like in those days! against my tummy!
"We're gonna get married when you graduate school, Rae Anne," he breathed into my ear as we tussled on the ground, me trying to get his fingers out of my panties where he was now diddling my clit. "So, why don't you let me fuck you; you'd let me if you loved me! You belong to me!"
Well, for the first time in my obedient life I stood up for myself at that crack! I had been scared shitless by my parents about what happened to girls who went all the way, and what right did this creep have to claim my pussy!
I summoned up all my strength and kicked Bobby off of me. My long, blonde hair was all tangled up, and my shirt was dirty and ripped. I ran off, calling out over my shoulder that I would die before I married him.
"I'm going to marry someone famous, someone who's a gentleman!" I screamed as I ran the two blocks to our house.
The white clapboard was quiet and dark, and I was glad that I could get by without explaining why I was all dirty and sweaty. They would probably go crazy if they thought somebody had touched their daughter's cunt!
In my bedroom, I tore off the filthy clothes and threw them down on the floor. Even my panties and cotton bra were smeared with dust. I sat down on the chair in front of my dressing table and cried from sheer frustration.
I felt a tingling, sticky feeling between my legs, and even in my anger I realized that having Bobby's fingers between my legs had turned me on!
I opened my eyes through my tears and studied the girl in the mirror.
Even without make-up and with my hair all messy and full of leaves and dust, I could see why Bobby had been so overcome with lust. My lips were full and pink, my teeth white and perfect. My skin has always had a light, golden color, no matter what the time of year, that extends from the tip of my toes right up over my legs and. torso, right to the deep blush of my cheeks.
Only the dark pink tips of my tits break the even tone. I stared at my tits in the mirror. The nipples were getting harder by the second, and I touched one delicate fingertip to the round nubbin.
The soft tissue swelled proudly, and I took my nipple between two fingers, rolling it gently. My breasts had always pleased me because they were bigger than the other girls' even when we were pretty young. Now that I was seventeen, I knew that I had the firmest, most perfect pair in the entire school. Lovingly, I ran both hands over my boobs, feeling them tingle and my nipples ache.
What if Bobby had gotten my shirt off? I wondered for a moment. Would he have rubbed them like this? I had seen a dirty magazine, just a second once in the hallway at school before the principal snatched it away from the boy who was showing it off. The girl in the picture was holding a man's head to her bare breasts.
Would Bobby have sucked my titties? How would it have felt?
Gently I lifted my breast to my mouth. My tits were firm, and I had to lower my head to meet the nipple, but because they were so big and full, it was easy for me to lash my tongue out and zing it across my nipples.
My God! Did I jump as the sensation of a mouth on my breast, even if it was my own mouth, sent shivers straight to my cunt.
Now, as I mentioned, I was already quite experienced with playing with my pussy, and I dropped my other hand to my crotch. The juices were hot and slick in my quim, and I ran a finger quickly around the opening of my slit, gathering the wetness, and then went back up to my clit. I didn't know what that little piece of flesh was called, but I called it Fantastic! as my body began to shiver and shake.
My cunt lips were swollen with blood, and I rocked a little on the small chair, rubbing my big, juicy twat lips and itchy ass.
I began to frig myself, pushing one fingertip into my hole and using my wrist against my clit. I gobbled frantically on first one and then the other nipple.
I was like that, sucking and sobbing, when I heard a noise at the door.
My slick, hard nipple popped out of my mouth in surprise as I saw my father standing in the doorway!
But he was just a second too late to stop me from "sinning with myself as they called it in church. My clit had already begun to jerk and throb, and my pussy hole was spasming in the most incredible orgasm!
I was too scared to move after the tremors subsided, knowing that my father had seen me doing something too wicked to even think about. My hand made a squishing noise as I pulled it out from under my cunt
Daddy just looked at me.
"Young lady," he told me, a note of anger in his voice, "you are going to get married as soon as Bobby is eighteen!"
He stomped out of the room.
Poor Daddy! He thought that I was in danger of acting out my own sinful fantasies, and he wanted me safe and married as soon as possible. The next morning at breakfast, I could tell that he hadn't said anything to Mama, for she was chattering to me just like usual. Would I do her a favor? she asked me that Saturday morning.
Sure, I said.
Would I take my brother Stan to the exhibition ball game over at the county seat. Mama had been promising Stan, who was twelve, all month that he could go see the two big name baseball stars who were going to play with the two local teams for the benefit of some charity or other. Now Mama found that she had already arranged to do something at the church that day, and she had forgotten to change the schedule in time.
"Just drive Stan over to Sagerville, will you, Rae Anne? You don't even have to get out of the car."
I thought I probably wouldn't leave the parking lot, just read a book until the game was over. I liked sports in school like gymnastics and running, but baseball didn't intrigue me. Stan and my father walked into the kitchen just in time to hear the tail end of our conversation.
Daddy looked sharply at me in my stretchy shorts and tee-shirt, typical high school girl gear for a warm autumn day. "You make sure Rae Anne goes into the stadium with you, Stan," he ordered my brother. "Don't let her out of your sight until you get home!"
Poor, poor Daddy! He didn't realize that he was sealing my fate as not only the future wife of the sexy young ball star I would meet that afternoon, but as an adulterous one, too.
Stan chattered all the way to Sagerville. "These guys just finished the WORLD SERIES, Rae Anne! Isn't that fantastic that we're goning to see them!? "
"Thrilling," I mumbled. The hot car seat was making my cunt warm. I wasn't even listening to Stan as he continued on and on about baseball, the long seasons on the road, the incredible pressures on the players, and the months in training camp.
Now, of course, I wish I had listened rather than concentrating on the way my clitty was getting all hot and big inside my shorts.
The stadium was packed when we got there, and after I found Stan and me two seats, I told the boy that I had to go the ladies' room before the game started.
He didn't know that I wanted to get into one of those little cubicles to jerk myself off. I saw Bobby in the bleachers, but I walked straight from him without saying a word. I might have been a horny little bitch, but nobody compromised my virginity and got away with it!
I was pushing through the crowd when I bumped into Mitch Ramsey, the star of the afternoon.
Of course, I didn't know who he was. I just knew that I had run headfirst into a tall, handsome, sandy-haired man who smiled amicably down at me, grabbing my elbows to keep me from falling on the crowded stairs.
"It's faster this way," the young man said to me. He motioned for me to follow him through a door in the middle of the crowded passageway that was marked "Private." I liked the way he looked from behind, and people seemed to be looking at him and pointing. I realized that I was with the famous ballplayer by the time he had shut the door behind us.
"The league headquarters," he explained. "You were looking for the, ah, ladies' room?" I nodded, staring.
Mitch stared straight back at me, grinning. He obviously liked what he saw.
"What's your name?" he asked after a second.
"R-R-Rae Anne Jenkins."
"I'm Mitch Ram-"
"Ramsey." We laughed as I finished his words. "I know. My brother talks about you all the time."
He laughed. I knew that the ballplayer was tickled by my honesty. "And you don't? You're not impressed to be directed to the private John by a famous ballplayer?"
I shrugged. The only thing that was impressing itself on me was the continued dampness between my legs. Curiously enough, every time I looked at the handsome, healthy young man, the slick stickiness increased.
"I guess I don't have to go anymore," I whispered. The private underground wing of the stadium was deserted, and I felt more in danger from my feelings of arousal than I had when Bobby had been trying to get me to fuck him. I turned.
Mitch grabbed my arm, and the contact of his powerful fingers on my bare skin shocked us both. He was kissing me passionately before I could stop him.
I didn't stop him.
Our tongues wove frantically together as Mitch crushed my body to his. He was tall, and his swelling cock ground into me above my pussy. It felt good there, especially as my hard nipples perked up under my tee-shirt and rubbed against his chest. It would feel even better inside my cunt, I thought anxiously.
If I hadn't already been so turned on, I might have run away right then, but I needed, wanted, had to have his cock inside me, pushing into my virgin quim.
Mitch's hands were on my ass, cupping both cheeks, lifting me a little and forcing me closer against him until his cock and balls were right in the vee between my legs. He kissed me deeply as he bucked his hips, dry fucking me.
"More," I mumbled, remembering the words from a romantic novel. "I want you!"
Mitch pulled me all the closer with a moan that told me he wanted me, too.
I didn't really understand the importance of what was happening to me as I let the man pull my tee-shirt off over my head, and then slip to his knees in front of me, dragging my stretchy shorts to the floor. I was creaming so much he could see straight through my panties to my little patch of pubic hair, and then he had them off, too. He ran his fingers between my legs, stroking my clit, murmuring to me that I was beautiful, wonderful, fantastic.
He wanted to fuck me desperately, but if he had said those words, you know, I might have run away that afternoon. But Mitch was always a gentleman, even when he had a raging hard-on, the way he did right then, and the told me that he was going to "make love to me" as he laid me down on the cold floor, pulling off his trousers.
If I had seen Mitch's fat, throbbing cock, I might have backed out then, but it was dark in the hallway. I didn't really realize that I was losing my cherry until I felt the first ripping pain as his meaty cock head tore into my pussy.
"No, no!" I cried out, pounding on his back. My heart was in my throat as the fiery pain grew more intense. I could feel every veiny inch of his cock tearing into me. Even with all the cunt juice I had inside, the passage was tight and my pussy was spasming violently in response to the onslaught.
"Wildcat!" Mitch whispered in my ear. "Wildcat!"
"You don't understand," I groaned, the see-sawing motion in my slit starting to open the passage further. The pain still reverberated inside me when I felt my clit start to throb.
It hurt, sure, but it was a pleasurable pain as Mitch humped into me, his mouth working on my bare, jiggling boobs. I began to groan, and my legs stopped thrashing; I wrapped them around his back in my sudden lust, and I was even pushing up with my pelvis, bringing my ass straight off the floor with each of his thrusts when the orgasm hit me.
But the orgasm was just a sharp, sweet pause. I hurt like hell, and when Mitch started to buck faster, approaching his own climax, I was crying out with agony, begging him to stop.
Mitch fucked me violently on the last couple of strokes, and then just as suddenly as we had been all over each other, he was rolling off of me. "You were fantastic ... Hey, what's wrong?"
Mitch saw the tears in my eyes, and I had started to sob, loud and long, when his cock drew out of me and I saw the size and girth of the cudgel that had ripped through my virgin hole.
"Oh, my God!" Mitch exclaimed.
There was blood on his cock.
"I told you," I sobbed, "that you didn't understand!" I lay back on the floor, naked and dripping come out of my hole.
Mitch looked down at me, a mixture of lust and remorse on his face. "I thought you were just a hot girl, that you wanted me to make you...."
"I did want you to, but I'm a virgin!"
"Were a virgin," he smiled tenderly. Mitch cradled me in his arms. I wanted to fight him off, to run away with my shame, but he was strong and comforted me. "You're a beautiful girl, and I'm sorry I hurt you, so sorry. I didn't know there were any virgins left, actually!"
Mitch careful helped me to my feet, taking me by the hand to the bathroom in the league president's office. He soaped my pussy, and my tears started to abate at his tender ministrations. The strong, tall, healthy man looked down at me, his hands on my shoulders. He could see all of my naked body, but I didn't care anymore. "May I see you after the game?" he asked. "I would like to take you out to dinner, if that would be all right with your parents."
I nodded silently, and Mitch helped me back into my clothes. He went on to pitch the winning game for the local league.
That was the last time he saw me naked before we got married.
I don't know whether his remorse or his interest in me was the prime factor in our courtship, but during the few days that he was in town, Mitch was the kindest, most old-fashioned suitor any girl's parents could hope for. Stan of course loved the fact that the pitcher had asked his pretty sister on a date just meeting her on the steps of the stadium, and Daddy and Mama liked his manners and his income.
I liked the way he fucked.
Mitch told me all about his life in the next few days. He sat on the porch the third evening that we had gone out for dinner together and told me that he had always wanted a house like this, like the one he grew up in, and a girl like me, like the one who lived next door to him in high school. He realized that, well, he owed me something, he mumbled, but that didn't affect the way he felt about finding a girl, so innocent and good, like me.
Would I marry him?
Yes!
Daddy and Mama were delighted, of course, but they insisted that I stay in school until I graduated. My principal agreed to let me finish up my last year in six months, and so I had a while to gloat over the rest of the girls at school. I would not only be the first one married in my class, but I had done a whole lot better than the best catch in town! Let somebody else suck Bobby's cock; I belonged to Mitch Ramsey, the famous pitcher!
Mitch came to see me as often as he could during those last couple of months. He lived in New York, which is where his team, which I will call The Cougars to save everybody some em harassment, hailed from. California is a long way away, but Mitch never tried to "compromise" me, even with those long, lonely times in between visits. I should have realized that ... well, you'll soon see what Mitch's perpetual absences did to his "virgin" bride.
By the time January came, and I had my diploma, the marriage had been arranged. Mitch was to come pick me up, the justice of the peace was going to marry us in my parents' living room, and then Mitch and I would be heading down to Florida for a couple of weeks. Then back to New York. I cannot tell you how excited the prospect of the big city made a small town girl like me. I'd only been to Beverly Hills but once in my entire life, but it wasn't the Hollywood life that appealed to me.
I wanted to see all those bright lights and famous people I'd read about. I wanted a hot dog on the street corner and a fabulous mink coat and dinners at the top of the World Trade Center.
In short, I wanted it all.
And during those first few weeks after our marriage, I thought that I might get it all too, just from being with Mitch. I can't begin to describe how hot I was on our first whole night together. We had a room in the local hotel, and I think I had my clothes off even before the bellboy brought our champagne. Mitch fell on top of me on the bed with a groan, tearing off his own clothes, and digging his cock into my pussy after less than a minute of stroking my cunt and nibbling my titties. I was sobbing, pumping my hips and throbbing from head to toe, but especially in between, in my slit. I came suddenly, powerfully, as I always do when a hot cock is cramming into my quim, and in less than another minute, Mitch was sleeping quietly, satisfied, beside me.
We woke a few hours later and did it again. This time Mitch was a little gentler and slower, really using his fingers to open my pussy, and I had the first chance to really study a cock in my life.
I sat, Indian cross-legged, beside him as he lay on top of the covers, his hand working softly in my slit. I gripped that big bat in my small hand and felt amazement as the hot, pulsating rod began to throb in my fingers, the blood coursing hotly. His cock, so thick and veined with red and a purplish knob, seemed to have a life of its own, and I dipped my head impulsively, giddy with excitement, to kiss it.
Happily, like a baby with her new toy, I kissed his glans again, smack, right on the glossy tip. That was nice, I decided, and I got the strange impulse to bring the hot rod into my mouth, even though I had never heard of such a thing as giving head before; it just seemed like fun.
Mitch, however, was horrified. He pushed me back on the bed. "Where did you learn to do that?" he demanded. "You shouldn't know about things like that!"
"Things like what?" I asked, all innocence. Christ, I was such a baby then.
Mitch realized after a minute that I was telling the truth. He laid me back on the bed and brought his hot prick into my cunt once more. "Promise me you'll never do that to me again; it isn't nice for a young girl like you, Rae Anne. Promise?"
I would have promised to fuck the whole team right then, so hot and randy did his pumping cock make me feel. "I promise never to do that to you again!" I screamed as I came.
And I kept my promise. I never sucked Mitch's cock; I made no promises about anybody else's cock, though.
Florida was fun, with sun all day, and come all night. It was cold and wet when we got to New York City, but I was hot and wet almost all the time. Mitch couldn't believe how randy I was, but being a healthy, body-conscious young guy, he didn't mind in the least "Just keep your hands to yourself when we meet the team," he whispered to me as we entered the Four Seasons to have dinner with a bunch of his team mates and their wives.
All the men kissed me, and their wives smiled blandly as we sat down. The women were all older than me, but none were over about thirty-four. They looked nice, and I would have liked to have gotten to know them better, but Mitch told me with a smile that there would be plenty of time for that when the season started.
"When the season starts?" I asked.
"Sure. Doreen and Starr here will probably become your best friends by the time Rob and Hal and I get back to town."
The two women closest to us smiled at each other and then looked back to their plates. Amidst the laughter and clatter of the big dinner party, I digested the information and confronted Mitch with it in the cab as we went home.
"I thought that I was your best friend, and what is this about when you get back to town?" I blurted out.
"Well, there's training camp, isn't there, honey?" Mitch asked as if I should have known what he had been talking about. "And we may have a stadium, but we play most of our games on the road. You know that. All the Cougar wives get together when the men are on the road. You'll need each other for company until the season is over."
"When is the season over?"
"October."
While Mitch fucked me on that February night, I was making plans. His cock ground into my slot hard and fast, spurring me on. "I want to go to training camp with you," I pronounced when his cock lay spent on his belly.
Mitch could think of a dozen reasons why I shouldn't. "I'll live in the hotel. I don't mind if you have to take your meals with the team, I don't care what the other wives do, I want to be with you!" I sobbed.
My tears shook him, and the next week I was flying to Florida again, alone this time. Mitch and the team had a chartered plane. The flight was lonely, and I felt a surge of horny relief when Mitch met me at the airport. "Hurry up, Rae Anne," he ordered me after a quick kiss. "Practice starts in an hour!"
The hotel was expensive and teeming with people, but I was alone. I realized within a day that the team rarely left the practice field, they took all their dinners together, and worst of all, I learned that their coach had some very strict rules about sex.
"Can't sap my strength, honey, during practice," Mitch smiled, denying me the hot, thick cock I loved to fuck. I was watching him in the shower on the fourth morning of practice season. Soap and water were running down the man's well-toned body, and all I wanted was to take that clean, wet dick and rub it up my snatch. I loved the feeling of wet things on my pussy, and had often jerked off with a washcloth in the shower back home. Studying his cock through the steamy glass as I sat on the plush dressing room chair, I lifted my pink nightgown up over my lap and began to dig two fingers into my twat.
Maybe, I thought, Mitch will want to fuck me if he can see just how wet my slot is. I parted the thick, big lips that folded over my hole and began to really plug my index finger into my cunt.
Mitch had agreed to fuck me just once in the last four days, and I was dying for it now. He, on the other hand, was acting like the coach was looking over his shoulder, and he had come so fast that I'd barely gotten off. Now, I wasn't even going to get that "Maybe on Sunday," Mitch promised vaguely. It was only Tuesday!
"Rae Anne! Girl, what are you doing!"
Mitch, a towel draped around his waist, was staring down at me as I jerked my hand across my hot slit. "I ... I was trying to turn you on, darling!"
His eyes told me I had made a mistake.
"Rae Anne, cover yourself up! Honestly, I just don't understand you at all!" Mitch growled as he began to pull on his uniform. "For a small town virgin, you have some pretty freaky ideas." He laced his shoes and then leaned down over me, brushing my night gown the rest of the way down my legs. My juice-covered fingers lay in my lap and he squeezed them.
"Honey, you have to understand how it is," he said softly. "The other wives understand. You have to be like them, and realize that a good wife doesn't think about sex all the time if she wants her husband to make the World Series!"
I'll bet they don't think about sex at all, I moaned to myself as I lay back in bed after Mitch had gone. He had made me promise him that I would stop pestering him for sex he never called it fucking, but only 'making love'-while he was in training. "Besides, if we fuck now, how will you cope when I'm on the road? You have to think about the future and train yourself, too, Rae Anne."
The future sounded mighty bleak, I thought.
Despite my unhappiness, that pool of wetness between my legs kept itching sensuously. I hadn't jerked off since before we got married, and Mitch would kill me if he thought I was indulging, but I couldn't help myself.
I pulled my nightgown off and began to fondle my tits. That felt soooo good! I dropped the other hand to my crotch and began to finger my clit.
The hard nubbin of flesh popped up between my fingers, and it ached with pleasure as I made love to myself. I was groaning so loud, getting really close to coming after only stroking my labia and hole for a minute or two, that I didn't hear the door open until the waiter was standing in the middle of the room. "Ma'am?"
I jumped up. A muscular, Latino stood in front of me, watching my naked body openly, holding a silver breakfast tray in his hand.
I gathered the blanket up around me, almost falling out of bed. I had been so close to coming that I couldn't summon the strength to speak.
"Please, do not mind this," he said in his accented English. "Your husband told me to bring this to you to apologize for a problem this morning." He smiled, and I saw a red rose on the tray. "Please, do not be afraid, Ma'am. I see many, many unusual things in the hotel since I work here, but rarely so beautiful!" He smiled, and I felt more at ease.
The waiter's response was certainly different than Daddy's or Mitch's the times they had seen me with my hand in my pussy!
I smiled back at him, still blushing. He was nice looking, and I felt no fear when I saw that his tight, black trousers held a growing hard-on.
I could have screamed, and probably would have if he had walked in on me when I saw in my slip, or in the shower he told me he thought that was why I had not answered the door when my husband told him I was definitely in the room. I could have had him fired for his impudence.
If the fire between my legs hadn't been so hot, I could have done a lot of things. Instead I asked him to put the tray down and make an even better apology for my absent husband.
"Would you like to finish for me?" I smiled.
CHAPTER TWO
The handsome waiter smiled at me, and tore the covers back entirely from my hungry body. "So beautiful," he whispered as he knelt beside me, surveying me from the tips of my erect nipples to the warm, wet forest between my legs. I pushed all thoughts of guilt out of my mind as he touched me softly, rubbing his fingers from my ears over my throat, caressing my breasts and belly and legs, and then gently parting my eager thighs.
I felt as if my entire body was turning into cunt juice and floating away on a sea of orgasms as, for the first time in my life, I felt a hot, probing tongue dancing across my clit.
I sat up a little, propping myself on my elbows and watched in amazement. The whole world, baseball, Mitch and all, disappeared as I saw only the black, curl-haired head between my legs and felt the delicious sensation of his full, red lips tugging and teasing my labia. He was sucking the swollen pads into his mouth and letting them squish juicily in his mouth, rubbing them with tongue and teeth before letting them slip out again. He did it over and over again, sometimes darting his tongue quickly against my clit, zinging it, or into my hole, between sucks.
I was coming, coming in spite of myself. I knew it was wrong to let my body, naked and horny, be touched and kissed and fucked by someone other than my husband. I had learned that in church and from my parents, and Mitch believed it to.
But my faith was shaken to the ground as time after time I felt that hot wash of saliva coating my clit and slit, making me grind my hips and cry out with pleasure.
"Don't stop," I pleaded as the man sat up a little, smiling at me with come-soaked lips. He was unzipping his trousers. His cock struggled out of the tight pants and briefs and stared at me with one come-tipped eye.
His cock must have been a full eight or nine inches long! I had thought that maybe all cocks were the same, never having seen any other than Mitch's, and I felt a little fear as I looked at the prick that I longed to feel pushing into my womb. It looked so different.
He had a funny cap of skin a foreskin, I know now that I'm more experienced that was tight and straining at his glans. He was a cooler pink than Mitch, despite the fact that the rest of his body was darker, and the cock looked, well, good enough to eat!
"Eat me now," he groaned, climbing closer to me on the bed; how had he been able to read my wicked thoughts.
"What?! " I shrilled as he pushed me back off my elbows and began to level his cock right at my face. He was using one hand to cushion my head and the other to direct his rigid meat into my face. "My husband says that that is bad!" I sobbed, feeling a tingle in my lips as he rubbed the juicy cap against them.
"What does that gringo know about making love to woman?" I was about to protest, to stick up for the man that I was cuckolding, when the waiter managed to thrust an inch of his dick in between my open lips, caressing my tongue with cock.
"Did you not enjoy when I eat you?" he groaned. "Then you make for me the same pleasure. Come on; eat me!"
And I did. I'm sure now that I was awkward at it, and the man winced once or twice as, in my eagerness as the salty-sweet tang of cock rocked my taste beds, I sucked and nibbled too hard. But he directed me gently, saying sometimes: "Go with your tongue, right around the head! Lick it back and forth, and then, oh, Senora, take it back inside and suck some more!"
I was on my back as he knelt above my head and to the side of me. My hips were jumping up and down on the bed, and the Latino wound two hot fingers into my hole as I sucked him all the harder. I was pushing up, fucking myself with his hand, as his cock seared my throat.
"I want to eat you more!" he groaned as his hips pulled back from my face for a moment, pulling that delicious hunk of meat out of my mouth.
We lost cock-to-mouth contact for only a moment as he swung around, facing my open, come-streaming cunt, and settling his knees on either side of my head. Now his cock was facing my mouth from the other direction, and
I could see his hot balls bouncing around in his trousers. I pulled the pants down a little on his ass, rubbing his butt with my hands to direct his cock straight back into my mouth, as he lashed my clit again with his tongue.
Now we were both jogging our hips, both of us urging the other to suck faster and thrust harder. His tongue was skewering me, and my mouth was skewered by his prick. When the first warm jet of white gism hit the back of my throat, I had about half of his cock in my mouth, which was all that I could handle, being a novice cocksucker, but I managed to get that mouthful of juice into my belly without losing a drop of it!
The taste was unreal, and I remember thinking that it tasted both sweet and metallic at the same time. I also remember that as it began gushing and rushing around my mouth, I came, too.
My hips pumped higher, and he was really fucking me with his tongue. The spasms in my slit felt to me as if they would pull his tongue clear off, and never having come like that before, with a mouth against my slit, I had a moment's fear that I might hurt the poor beautiful man. But that orgasm was so strong, much stronger than the first few his mouth had given me, that I was lost to all thoughts of others as I wallowed in my own pleasure.
By the time the man stood up, I was feeling a little guilt. Looking at his pink dick, all wet and slick with my kisses, I realized that I had done something I had never planned to do, ever.
I had become an adulteress!
"Please go now," I moaned, but the man leaned down and kissed me. I could taste my own come on another man's lips, something I would never be able to do with Mitch. I pulled the Latino closer and kissed him deeply.
It had been good, so good. But still, I hadn't fucked him, had I? I kidded myself that I wasn't a total nymphomaniac.
Deep inside, I knew that it was only a matter of time, and too many lonely nights without my husband's cock, before I would be.
And something deep inside me thrilled at the thought!
"Mitch," I whispered to my husband as he lay beside me in bed that night, exhausted from twelve hours at the practice camp, "I've made a decision."
"Huh?" he groaned, half asleep.
"I've decided to go back to New York, like all the other baseball wives."
The stewardess on the jet to New York seated me next to an attractive man who was just as well dressed as I was. Mitch had given me some charge cards for a wedding present, and I had bought all the latest fashions before leaving New York to go to training camp. I had hoped the new stylishly tight slit skirts and low-cut sweaters would turn Mitch on.
Since Mitch wasn't around, I reasoned to myself, I might as well not let the expensive stuff go to waste.
The executive next to me got a good, long look at my stockinged thigh, peeking through that slit skirt, all the way from Miami to New York.
When I leaned over to get a magazine, I knew that I was showing him my tits practically to the nipple. Mitch had forbade me to wear this particular sweater, saying it didn't suit my "image", whatever that was.
Mitch saw me in gingham and old blue jeans and tee-shirts, just the way he did when we met.
The sauve man sitting next to me, though, was seeing me in a lace corset and seamed stockings in his mind's eye.
We didn't say one word to each other from Florida to the Big Apple; a wealthy man in first class probably had an image to protect with the stewardesses who seemed to know and respect him. His thigh touched mine briefly, just once, as we were standing up to put on out coats after the plane landed.
"Excuse me, Miss, ah ... " he apologized as he brushed past me.
"Mrs., actually," I replied.
He looked surprised, and then said that he had to get by because he had an important meeting that he was late for. As he strode past me, I could see that the brief contact between our legs had had the same effect on him that it did on me.
He had an erection, and I had one very wet cunt.
"Mrs. Ramsey," the stewardess said to me as I walked to the door, "the gentleman sitting next to you left something for you." She handed me a piece of folded paper and told me that she hoped I had had a good trip.
In the terminal, I unfolded it.
Just a first name, Tony, and a phone number.
All the ballplayers in Miami made sure that I had all their wives' telephone numbers and addresses before I left for New York, and my bag was full of names, almost thirty of them, that I had promised to "get together with" when I got home.
The New York duplex on Central Park South seemed kind of lonely, not like a home at all, when I put my stuff down. Still, even though it was Mitch's house that I was living in and his job that secured all the luxuries that I could afford to buy, I wasn't ready to call all his teammates' wives. Not yet at least.
I lay down on the big bed in the sleek bedroom and began to play with myself. God, was I horny!
But I was not going to call that man! No, I told myself sternly in a resolve that lasted for a couple of hours, I would play with my own cunt if I had to, jack off myself into oblivion for days on end if I had to, but I wasn't going to go out looking for men to fuck me in my own husband's house!
I pulled off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. My long hair was a little mussed from the ride into town in a taxi, and I stopped my nipple tweaking long enough to get the silver handled hairbrush and brush out some of the tangles.
The metal warmed quickly in my already hot and slightly moist hand, and by the time my hair lay like a smooth curtain of gold all around my shoulders, I was beginning to get an idea. The long, curved handle was about five inches long, and slightly tapered at the tip. It glinted moistly in my hand as I lay back on the bed.
I shuddered as I inserted the hard, unyielding metal into my box. There was no give in the handle, the way there was in Mitch's cock, and the thing felt excitingly foreign and quite big as I began to push it a little higher. I gasped, getting used to the erotic notion of having something in my slit, and when only the bristles protruded from my fringed pussy lips, I began to rock it in and out, jerking myself off with the makeshift cock!
God, did I come!
I kept that fucking up all night and into the next morning. The house was full of goodies that were just right for easing the itch in a lonely, empty slot. I tried the toothpaste tube, a thick Christmas candle, a salami from the kitchen, even the neck of a wine bottle! There was no fresh food in the house, but I realized something like a big cucumber would be wonderful.
As I was kneeling on the bed, ass in the air and thighs parted to insert a narrow dinner table candle into my slit, I felt my ass hole twitching slightly. I'd felt that Latino's tongue coming pretty close to my bung hole a couple of times, and I'd instinctively moved around until I had coaxed his mouth back to my cunt hole; the thought of a tongue dancing in ass was too obscene for me to cope with that morning.
But now, alone, I pushed the taper, moistened by my cunt juice, up against my hole. The only time I'd ever really touched my ass before was to wash it, and now I was groaning, shocked that the little hole could open so far to take a full quarter of the wax probe deep into my ass!
I sobbed as I lay my head down on the pillows. My cunt was pulsing, and I quickly inserted the hairbrush handle into my slit. I ran one wet finger around my clit and threw myself into a violent orgasm, the candle in my ass and the hairbrush in my quim shaking with the ferocity of the climax.
I fell back on the bed and had a sudden, surprising look at myself in the big mirror on the closet door. I was a wanton, obscene sight, totally juiced up and coming with two fake cocks in my body.
The thought flashed across my mind before I could stop it: Someday, I promised myself, I am going to have a real cock up my cunt while another one is in my ass! I promise!
The taper, even though it wasn't even as wide as my middle finger, hurt a little as I extracted it from my ass. I hadn't had more than about four inches inside, not nearly as much as that cock would have! The candle and hairbrush looked silly to me suddenly, like the tools of a frustrated old maid.
I had seen some stores, ones that warned: ADULTS ONLY! at their doors on the ride back into the city. 42nd Street. I looked at the candle and rubbed a finger against my sore little ass hole.
What I needed, I decided, was a real fake cock.
A young man, about my own age, lounged in front of the Hot Times Square Porn Emporium, the shop that I finally selected after walking nervously up and down the street the next morning. It was cold, and this shop seemed to be the quietest of all the ones on the street; there weren't many people out buying, well, whatever it was one found in a shop like this, that morning, but I still wanted to get a big fake cock, maybe two, and get out without bumping in anybody.
"No ladies who are unescorted," the young man drawled as I put one gloved hand on the door knob. His dark eyes surveyed me in my sleek cashmere coat and tall brown leather boots. He was wearing a leather jacket and tight leather jeans. He had reflective sunglasses pushed up on his forehead.
"Sorry, Miss, but no unescorted ladies are allowed in the shop."
"Who says?" I asked bluntly, surprising myself. I wasn't sounding or feeling like a small town girl today.
"I say. I own this establishment."
"I just wanted to buy something. I'm not a p-prostitute!" I stammered. The young man had stepped away from the wall and was blocking my exit to the street.
"Well ... " He looked at me, and I felt that pleasurable tingle that a woman has when an attractive, sexy man looks at her. My cunt started to get wet.
"Well, I guess I could escort you," he smiled, showing beautiful, white teeth that reminded me of the ones that had flashed between my cunt lips only two days before. My quim was tingling, both nervous and aroused, as he held the door open.
The small shop was deserted. There were racks of magazines and novels, and a display counter of pink plastic and black leather. I was too nervous to look at the display right away, and pretended that I really wanted a magazine.
"What will you have, fucking, sucking, pissing? Not lesbian, surely!" The young man was having fun with me, so I decided that if he could be so honest, so could I.
"I really want a ... a fake penis, please." There, I said it.
The man looked at me more curiously now. He was about my age, alright, but he seemed years older and obviously totally experienced.
"A dildo?" he smiled. "Or a vibrator? Plastic or rubber? Motorized?"
"I don't know," I breathed. "I didn't know there was so much to choose from."
"And more. Come here," he motioned me to the counter.
I felt a blush rising on my face. The magazines had pictures of cock going into cunts, pussies rubbing pussies, people bound and gagged, but they didn't strike me as half as obscene as these three dimensional sex toys!
"What's that?" I asked pointing to a long, curved, pink object.
"A double dildo." I looked blankly at him. God, he had a big cock inside those leather trousers.
"What's that for then?"
"When two ladies want to get off at the same time, one sticks one end up her pussy hole and the other sticks the other in hers. This one is nice and long; gives you lots of space to play with your girl friend's tits."
"I don't have a girl friend!" I cried. The idea of making it with a woman had never occurred to me, and suddenly the picture of Starr Bryant and Doreen Smythe, the two ballplayers' wives Mitch wanted me to get together with, both impaled on that thing, playing with each other's tits, flashed hotly across my mind.
I was shocked that my cunt began to throb all the more at the thought.
"Well, you must not have a boy friend, lady, or why else would you need a fake cock?"
I flashed my diamond wedding ring in front of him, and then regretted it.
"Husband isn't enough for you?" he said gently.
"I ... guess not. It isn't his fault, really, he works so...."
"So hard," the young man in leather finished my thought. "As hard as this?"
He pulled my hand down to his crotch.
I felt his thick, erect cock heating up his leather trousers as it gripped his balls tightly. His hand holding mine there, he began to rub my fingers back and forth, all over the big, strong shaft, forcing me to feel how his knob was hotly defined against the thin leather.
I did not move my hand away, I confess, and I did not stop him when he untied my coat belt and squeezed my big, swollen breasts.
I didn't stop him as he led me to the back of the store, having locked the front door first, and directed me into a funny little booth, painted black inside, with a glass screen at eye level.
There was just room enough for the two of us, and I could feel hot, throbbing cock meat being ground against my ass as he reached around me from behind, cupping my boobs and biting my ears.
"What is this?" I groaned as he lifted my skirt under my coat.
"Got a quarter?" he groaned, too busy with my panties and pantyhose to take his hands away from my squirming buttocks. "Never wear pantyhose, lady," he breathed into my ear, nipping the sensitive flesh. "That's strictly small town; a slick little mover like you should have suspenders and stockings! like her!"
I looked up as the dark screen in front of me flickered to life in response to the quarter I had fished up from my handbag and given to him. A slick, auburn-haired woman was walking across a bedroom. Except for a garter belt and stockings and high heels, she was totally naked.
A man lying on the bed had his big hard cock gripped in his hand and he pulled her down with the other hand, landing smack across his belly. She climbed on top of him and settled her pussy right on his cock!
"I've never heard of a woman on top!" I gulped as I watched the woman bouncing up and down, moaning silently every time that huge dick hit the top of her pussy tunnel. I was so fascinated by the porno flick that I didn't realize the guy had got my pantyhose all the way down and was holding my cunt lips open, or that his leather trousers were now bunched down around his knees.
"Ever heard of getting it standing up?" he leered.
A huge, fleshy cock was being driven into my pussy from behind!
His first thrust sent me tumbling forward in the small room, and because there wasn't far to go, his cock speared me to the hilt on that first thrust.
"Oh, God!" I cried out, feeling drops of my cunt juice slithering down my pussy lips as his poking made my whole body shake. My face was right up against the screen, and I could see every detail as the camera zoomed in on the man's cock going up and down inside the girl's body. I was sobbing, forgetting Mitch, crying and frantically fingering my titties as they shook and heaved inside my silk blouse.
The man in leather was rubbing my clit, reaching around my belly, and suddenly I was coming.
"Oh, yes, FUCK ME!" I screamed, the cry shaking the little booth as it was plunged into darkness once more, the porno loop ended. I had barely recovered when I felt a whole load of hot come spreading up into my belly.
I had been fucked by a man who wasn't my husband, in the movie booth of a porno house on 42nd Street, and now I was rubbing that come all over my clit, forcing one more orgasm out of my body as the man in leather urged me on, "Yeah, baby, make yourself good!"
I left the store soon after that, and I never went back. I got what I came for, a bag full of plastic and rubber and leather goodies designed to make my cunt tingle and a cock surge, as well as a good, healthy fuck that I hadn't planned on.
Besides, the country girl who had walked into that store had faded away and disappeared the minute that man had crammed his cock into her pussy.
The woman who left the store, I feel, had a lot of big city living to do.
CHAPTER THREE
Oh, yeah, suck my pussy! Lick me, lick me good!" I sobbed as the man I'd picked outside the restaurant worked frantically to keep his tongue inside my twitching, thrashing cunt. "Oh, honey, make me come!"
It was March now, and training camp would be over soon. Mitch had been back to see me once during the last month, just for a day, so that the famous Cougar's pitcher wouldn't break training. He and Biff Bryant and Starr and Mikey Smythe and Doreen and I had all gone out for dinner that night, and I had found myself getting impatient during the meal, wanting so desperately to take my big hunk of a husband home for a long, lusty fuck.
Not that I had seen more than a dozen different cocks in my various encounters in the New York bars and hotels, I knew just how nice Mitch's dick really was in comparison. I wanted that thick bat pitching right into my dugout!
"Why were so rude to Doreen when she asked if you had seen any good movies lately?" Mitch asked me on the way back to the duplex. "Christ, Biff and Mikey and me just got off the plane, and you're insulting their wives!"
"I didn't like her tone of voice," I snapped. Actually, when she said it, I had found myself remembering the porno film on 42nd Street and then the image that that double-ended dildo had conjured up in mind, the image of her and Starr fucking each other with it. So, when pretty little Doreen turned her big brown eyes on me, I felt so guilty that I had snapped, "I don't go to movies!"
"I guess I was just so anxious to be alone with you, darling, that I forgot my manners!"
I told him truthfully. We were riding up in the elevator, and I had my hand inside his trouser pocket now that we were alone, feeling the welcome sensation of my husband's big balls sitting in my hand.
"Well, promise me you'll call her and apologize and ask her out to lunch," Mitch said. Fondling his cock and nuts, I would have promised him anything!
When we got upstairs, I couldn't wait until we were in the bedroom to have his thick cock riding in my cunt hole. "Here, Mitch," I groaned, letting the straps of my evening gown fall off of my shoulders, exposing my big, aching tits to his. "Fuck me right here in the living room!"
"What!" he gulped. "Where did you pick up that word, Rae Anne?"
"I-I-I heard it in a movie," I stammered. I went up to him quickly, rubbing his cock hard, hoping he would forget that I had just told Doreen that I never went to movies as I shimmied and my dress fell the rest of the way to floor.
I had the effect on him that I had predicted, and his cock surged happily in my hand as he sighed, "Honey, you got to stay away from those foreign movies!"
I had been naked under the gown, and now I lay back on the crumpled velvet dress, parting my willing legs. I had learned quite a bit about men and their responses in the last month, and knew that all would be forgiven-well, not quite all! when Mitch plunged his tool into my slot and fucked me until my ass stang from rubbing so hard on the floor.
Mitch held off his orgasm for a long time, and I decided to try something new on him. Deftly, I roiled him over a bit, using my thighs and arms for leverage, until I was sitting on top of my surprised husband, his cock buried to the hilt in my pussy.
"Pick this up in a movie, too?" he smiled. To my surprise, Mitch did not protest the switch of our usual position. Maybe, I thought, there's a chance of teaching this hunky dog some new tricks yet!
In the month that preceded Mitch's short visit to New York, I had had, as I mentioned earlier, about a dozen cocks, real, living, breathing pricks, as well as many happy afternoons with my array of plastic pacifiers. It seemed to me, once I had passed the emotional barrier and come to grips with the fact that I needed a lot of cocks to keep me happy, that the more fucking and sucking I got, the more I needed and could take.
I wanted to make Mitch fuck me every minute of every hour of the two days we had together, but there was a very strict limit set down by the coach. "Cal says three in two days, maximum!" Mitch explained with a shrug. "Although I must admit that seeing you like that makes it pretty tough, Rae Anne!"
I was naked, wearing only my high-heeled maribu feather slippers. Mitch had been surprised when we got married that I didn't wear long, flannel night gowns, but he had come to accept my nude sleeping habits. I knew that he wasn't ready for the red and black lace nightgown with the cut-out nipple holes yet, so I kept that little number, and my crotchless panties, hidden away.
"I think Cal must be gay," I groaned, and then smiled. I set one foot on the bed, jutting my golden-haired crotch right at him. "Maybe something like this would change his mind, hmm?" I smiled again, leering as I thrust my pussy forward a little more. I wanted desperately to force Mitch's face between my legs and make him stick his tongue into my hole. That, I knew, would be going too far.
"Couldn't you, ah" I searched for the most innocent words I knew "just touch me a little, darling?" I brought my hands down to my pussy to show him that I wanted him to fuck me with his hands if I couldn't have his cock again that night.
"Rae Anne," he scolded me, the stern professional ballplayer look coming over his face, "Look what you're doing to me!" His cock was struggling up despite his efforts to remain cool, and that fat, luscious hard-on lay wasted on his tummy. "Do you want me to blow out this season?! Have some respect for the team, honey!"
After a minute of lying in bed, my pussy wet and streaming and empty, I felt Mitch roll over towards me. "Remember you promised to have lunch with Doreen," my husband told his small town wife.
Mitch left the next morning, and I felt that I needed to get laid even more desperately than ever. I had been experimenting with picking men up at a nearby, swanky hotel, pretending to myself that I was a hooker on the make to make the game more exciting.
I would take them upstairs to a posh room, which I paid for, and fuck for hours. Most of the guys disappointed me, though. They seemed rather jaded. Just for a change, two nights before Mitch had come home, I had called the local deli and asked to have a big corned beef and pastrami sandwich and a couple of beers delivered. I had seen the young boy with the delivery bike, you see, just that morning, and noticed the way his young eyes had followed me as, in a tight terry cloth jogging suit, I had run by him, making sure my pantiless ass and braless titties were bouncing hard.
When the boy arrived, he looked even younger than he had on the street, only about fifteen. I took the sandwich from him and told him that I would give him an extra big tip if he could help me with something in the other room. My sheer bathrobe told him unmistakably that I was naked underneath, and he followed me eagerly.
"I need you to help me off with this," I smiled when we reached the bedroom. His young eyes lit up like crazy when he saw and then touched my naked flesh. It was wonderful to be able to tell someone less experienced than me to suck my tits this way and finger my clit that way. I stripped him, careful not to upset his brimming cock, and we got about five minutes of fucking before his virgin cock shot off.
It had been loads of fun, and he got back to the deli, I'm sure before his boss missed him.
But that night, the night after Mitch left to go back to training camp, I needed a real man's cock, one that could keep me coming and coming.
I had just donned my tightest black cashmere knit dress, the one that really hugs my tits and thighs, and dips into my vee when I sit down and the fabric gets even tighter. The phone rang, and I answered it glibly. After all, I never gave out my number or even my real name to the men I picked up on the street-I was the wife of a famous man after all! "Hello?"
"Rae Anne?" Doreen's soft Southern drawl greeted me. "Hi! Mitch just called me from Miami and told me that you wanted to meet me at the Grill Room at the Horton Hotel tonight. He says to tell you that he's real sorry he forgot to mention it to me when he came to pick up Mikey. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't late, because he couldn't remember what time you told him you wanted to meet. I think it's just swell of you, honey...."
Doreen babbled on for a couple of minutes. That sneaky Mitch! What a trick, just to make sure I would make good my promise to have dinner or lunch with Doreen! He was just trying to make sure I was friends with the other ballplayers' Wives, I know, but at the time it made me so angry that the last shreds of guilt I was feeling about stuffing my cunt with other men's meat fell away from me like beads that been snapped.
I had wanted to get a piece of male ass tonight, I had just gotten dressed to go over to the hotel bar and make a score, and now suddenly I was having dinner with little Mrs. Mikey Smith. Shit!
"Eight o'clock?" I heard Doreen ask me from across town.
"Sure, eight o'clock. See you then. Bye."
Dinner was rather more pleasant than I had anticipated; Doreen was not quite as dull as I had first thought. The only annoying thing was that every now and then when the honey-blonde would laugh, or through her head back to blow a stream of cigarette smoke up to the ceiling, I kept harking back to that image of her making it with Starr. Only this time, rather than Starr, I saw myself on the end of that double-headed dildo, my hands reaching out to squeeze Doreen's tits.
Christ, I thought to myself, I need to get on the receiving end of a line drive as soon a possible! I need a cock!
By nine-thirty, after a few drinks had loosened us up coming from a small, Bible-wielding town, I still didn't have much capacity and it still doesn't take much to make me tipsy I asked Doreen a rather personal question.
"Doreen," I asked over coffee, "how do you cope when Mikey is away?"
"I get mighty lonesome," the Southern ballplayer's wife admitted. "But then I've been married longer than you I'm twenty-seven you know so it isn't so bad when you've been married for a while."
I still wasn't satisfied. "Don't you ever want to get laid?"
Doreen looked shocked for a moment, then her face relaxed. "What we want, we ballplayers' wives, and what we can have, and then what we get, are three entirely different things," she said cryptically. "Look here's the waiter with the bill."
One look at the hunky waiter in his tight tuxedo, and all thoughts of my prying into Doreen's personal sex life evaporated. What I needed was something for my sex life, judging from the way my clit and pussy lips had been bothering me all evening. After a couple of drinks, the problem was getting worse, and I almost expected to see a pool of pussy juice on the chair when we stood up to go.
We walked out into the cool night. It was late March. "The season starts in three weeks," Doreen said, patting my arm, still thinking about our conversation. "Mitch will be home, well, part of the time, soon."
I wasn't thinking about Mitch. There a nice, well-built man in a track suit standing at the corner. He was out jogging, but he had paused long enough to look over the two well-dressed young women in front of the Horton.
I stared right back at him over Doreen's shoulder and licked my lips. He smiled and nodded, waiting for me silently.
"Well, Doreen, it's been swell," I told her hastily. "Look, there's a cab."
Living on the other side of town, uptown, Doreen needed a cab to get home and we flagged it down. "I'll be okay; I think I'll walk home," I assured her.
"Shall we do this again some time?" she asked, looking out of the cab window. "Starr and I have lunch pretty often when the men are out of town; want to join us next week?"
"Sure, sure," I told her, hoping that the hunk of cock on the corner wasn't losing interest. "Next week for sure. Well, bye now!" The cabbie pulled away from the curb.
I straightened up with relief and hurried over to the man on the corner, who was smiling at me. He looked rich and rather bright, but the only thing that interested me about the jogger was the fact that his sweat-pants held a rather powerful looking outline of cock and balls.
That was all that I was thinking about when I said bluntly to him "I only live about three minutes from here. Want to race?"
If I hadn't been quite so tipsy, I probably would have noticed that a red light had brought Doreen's cab to a halt only half a block in the other direction.
If I hadn't been so tipsy, and so hot to get that prick up my snatch, I might have noticed that Doreen's shocked eyes were following us as we walked in the direction of my duplex.
Doreen, I discovered later, had seen the man reach out and pat my ass.
But right then, Doreen and her ballplayer husband, and my ballplayer husband for that matter, were the furthest things from my mind as I led that man into the apartment and stripped off my coat and dress. I wore a body stocking under the dress, and began to lick my firm, upstanding tits right through the nylon.
I was growling, purring, sighing as I let him milk my titties thoroughly. Even before he got undressed, and before I got that body suit the rest of the way, just the constant, firm sucking of my nipples sent me careening into a climax that brought the walls down with my shriek of pleasure.
The man lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. With two fingers, I punctured a hole right through the crotch of the delicate nylon and made an opening for his impatient mouth.
"Oh, yeah, suck my pussy! Lick me, lick me good!" I sobbed as the man worked frantically to keep his tongue inside my twitching, thrashing cunt. "Oh, honey, make me come!"
He was working my slit up into a lather of arousal. That man really knew how to suck cunt! He used his lips, and his teeth padded by them, to push the mound of my pussy up a little higher, so that my clit bulged lewdly. Then he got it right into his mouth and gave it the sucking of a lifetime.
After just a couple of weeks of experience, I already knew what a good blow job felt like, and this one promised to be great. He had a long tongue, and I could feel the wet, fleshy probe scraping against the sides of my love tunnel, pulling out every drop of juice and propelling it down his throat.
For every drop of come that he forced out of my slit with his searching tongue, though, another three slick drops appeared. This guy wasn't going to stop sucking me out until he had had them all!
I was gripping his head with both hands, feeling his hair in my fingers, aware of his body moving as he pulled off his clothes, aware of the way my clit was juicing and exploding in his mouth, and then aware of nothing but my own sweet climax as the orgasm exploding inside my womb and rippled throughout my whole body.
When he got on top of me and fed that rod of iron up my snatch, I was more ready for fucking than I ever had been before. My cunt felt big and open, but the muscles clamped down tightly when he was buried inside me, and I gripped and held his meat frantically, riding him to another orgasm that left me weak.
I lay beneath him now, just feeling the good, full sensation of having my pussy pounded by a big urgent, male cock. It was a beautiful sight, his sweaty face above mine, my big nipples brushing his chest as he humped me. Just looking at him got me turned on again, but the pressure of my wet, spasming cunt had set him off already, and he was coming, too, filling me with sperm.
"God, you're not finished yet, are you?" he smiled, aware that, even though I had rolled over onto my belly after he climbed out from between my legs, I had my hand between my legs and was playing with my swollen clitty. The handsome stranger sat up, his big wet cock brushing my ass as he got down far enough to see right between my legs. He was pushing my legs apart as I lay there on my belly, and I let him.
A man I didn't know, except for the fifteen or twenty minutes directly preceding, was looking between my legs, holding my ass cheeks apart and staring at me as I frigged my cunt!
"Ooh, that's beautiful, baby," he groaned. "Have you got anything I can help you with?" He ran a finger between my ass cheeks and tickled my damp hole.
"What?" I didn't understand.
"Any vibros or anything?" he asked breathily, turned-on at the thought of cramming a plastic cock in my slit.
I have to admit now that the idea turned me on, too. "In that drawer over there," I directed him. I had never used anything in front of the men who were helping me to fill up my empty cunt, and I was a little nervous.
"This is fantastic," the man grinned, staring into the drawer where I kept my collection of dildos and vibrators. "I've always wanted to see a woman do this, spread herself open and use these things!"
His candor pleased me, and the moment I heard his switch on the thick, multi-speed vibrator with the nubbly surface, I could feel my cunt opening further in memory of how really big the toy was. The eight inch plastic vibrator was no bigger than the cock that had just stretched me to the limit, but something that is hard and stiff and made of plastic rather than stiff flesh doesn't bend the same way as a prick, and the passage is much tighter and more strenuous.
I couldn't wait!
"Get it over here," I moaned to him. "Hurry!" The man brought the buzzing tip of the vibrator right against my clit, and I practically screamed at the intensity. "OOH! THAT'S WAY TOO STRONG ... ! ! ! Oh, it's just right," I cooed as the orgasm shook me and left me gasping for air.
"Now put it inside me," I ordered him.
"Roll over," he said to me as he inserted the tip of the buzzing love toy in my hole. "I want to put it in you from behind!"
I rolled over onto my stomach again, and the man lifted me with one hand under my tummy, pulling me up onto my knees, my head down in the pillows.
In that lewd position, my pussy lips gaped open, and the vibrator went throbbing into my hole. I sobbed as I felt his fingers holding my ass cheeks apart, letting him see the small hole.
The vibrator was being pushed into my slot inch by inch, until the buzzing tip was sending vibrations straight to the tip of my womb. "That's it, I'm getting so close, I'm going to come soooo sooooon!! ! Hey!"
I felt a pain in my ass, like fire!
The man was on top of me, his reawakened erection digging straight into my butt hole!
God, I remember that first searing pain so vividly. I had played with my ass several times, thinking that I could stretch it gently, a little at a time, until it would some day be able to take a big cock painlessly.
Now eight inches of prick was raping my little ass hole!
CHAPTER FOUR
After I got used the sensation of cock in my ass, after about five minutes of absolute agony, the sensation of hot cock began to make me feel pretty good.
I no longer felt that my little butt was being violated, but rather that I was being pierced to core of my sexuality. Ass fucking, I decided, was a pretty heady experience, and I soon began to let my ass tunnel clench and grope around the prick that was digging into me, increasing the already intense pressure in my bowels.
The man that I had picked up outside the hotel was really lacing into me; having come once in my pussy, his second erection was even hotter and more exciting for, and he was prolonging the experience.
The vibrator in my cunt was sending those tremors straight through me and into him, I know, and I could feel my ass hole jigging with the vibrations. Despite the pleasure, and his way of slowing down when he was getting close to coming, a few minutes more and we were both letting loose, really swinging our asses and groaning, pumping and clawing at each other, knowing that our climaxes were so close at hand.
"Yeah, fuck me harder! Get in deeper!" I ordered him.
And he obliged, sending me sprawling across the bed with the thrusting of his cock. He had one hand on the vibro that was protruding from my cunt hole and another on my clit, practically mashing the hot little stem in his passion.
God, when I came, and the intense spasms of my cunt sent his cock spewing come all up inside my ass, I never wanted that ass fuck to stop!
Well, even though these are my personal memoirs, and I am supposed to be telling you the story straight, even though I am not a professional writer, I just have to tell you that relating that encounter has made me pretty hot. Just remembering the way his cock, dripping come and sweat plopped so hotly out of my ass hole, and how his come was dribbling out of my cunt and butt as I fell down onto the bed makes me want to get it on. My cunt hole is seeping girl-juice even as I write.
That thirteenth fuck encounter of my young life as a ballplayer's wife was really something special!
Of course, as I bid the man good-bye half an hour later, telling him that I was sorry, but that I couldn't see him again, my husband blah blah blah, I had no way of knowing that that thirteenth fuck was rather unlucky.
Doreen was on the phone to Starr and Britt, the outfielder's wife, telling them excitedly in her little Southern accent that "That Rae Anne is up to something. You know, honey, the moment she left me at the restaurant, she was walking away with some dishy man in a jogging suit! Well, sure you're right, she could know him, he might be a neighbor. But let me ask you this, honey: Should a neighbor man have his hand on a married woman's ass unless ... ? No, that's what I thought!"
Of course, I didn't know about this conversation until a couple of weeks later, but seeds of suspicion were already being sown in those women's minds, just the way seeds of sperm were being sown in my belly and ass several times a week by the men I craved and needed.
The way I tell this story, you may be thinking pretty badly of me, especially when I tell how blithely I picked that jogger up on the street, but by the time I came to consider myself a hard core sexual adventurer, I had gone through a lot of soul and pussy-searching. The second man that I had sex with in New York, after the man in the porno shop, was really the turning point for me.
I guess that I thought by paying for a man, I wasn't really sinning. Men pay for prostitutes every night of the week and then go home to their wives; why shouldn't a woman who never sees her husband and rarely gets the amount of fucking she needs, especially if she's as highly sexed as me, have the same option? I asked myself. I had money in pocketbook, more than I'd ever seen before in my life. Go on, I humored myself, spend it on yourself!
Of course, the decision to go out and find a male prostitute wasn't as quick or as easy as I make it seem. And the idea just sort of formed in my head gradually, rather than consciously. I had been looking through the paper every lonely morning since I had come back from Florida, toying with the idea of browsing through the want ads to find a maid to help me around the rather spacious duplex, and every morning I became increasingly intrigued by a column titled: Personal Services and Massage Parlors.
Oriental, Swedish, Shiatsu, all sorts of unusual massage services were offered in this city. I knew that the Cougars had a professional masseuse traveling with their doctor to help work out the strains and sprains that baseball players are prone to, and the idea of having a massage began to appeal to me. I was certainly under tension, I told myself, and I wasn't getting as much exercise in the big city as I had back in California. For a while I thought that a good Swedish massage might even help me to work off some of my sexual tension without resorting to fucking around behind Mitch's back.
I was wrong about that.
Always a little shy part of my upbringing that appealed to Mitch so much I took my time reading over the ads, studying them for several mornings before I began to catch on to the real meaning of some of them.
Men Only, some said. Special Pampering for the Special Man, others claimed. Relax with Ten Beautiful Masseuses, another offered.
And a few said, For Pampered Women Only, Competent, Caring Male Masseurs.
I didn't need anyone to tell me that those men were selling not only the experience of their strong, caressing hands, but their tough, cunt-massaging cocks as well.
The idea turned me on!
Besides, I reasoned with myself as I dialed the first one on the list, if I don't like it, I can just get a massage and everything will be just as it was before. No more harm that joining and healthy club and letting some beefy Swedish lady pummel me, right?
"The Women's Room," a soft female voice purred at the other end of the line. "May I help you?"
"Ah, yes, I would like a massage, a private massage," I said.
"Certainly," the woman replied. "In your home or in the salon?"
I hadn't brought any men up to the duplex yet, and I was a little nervous about the neighbors seeing some brawny, tanned man coming into the apartment when Mitch was away. "At the salon. Can you tell me, ah"-there were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but I was too nervous to even begin to speak them "how much the massage will cost, for, ah, what ever kind of massage you give?"
"Well," the woman purred, "tipping is optional, but the massage is $40 for an hour. If you want a special kind of massage, there may be an extra charge for materials."
Materials?! "No, a regular massage will be fine, thanks," I told her, knowing that a regular fuck was really what I wanted.
She gave me the address, told me that I could select my masseur when I arrived, and asked me to come dressed in loose clothing. "Less chance of wrinkling your dress," she told me, "when the masseur gets, shall we say, going."
"Hello! Mrs. Smith?" the same female purred at me when I pushed open the door at the posh East Side apartment that was the headquarters of The Women's Room. She was about twenty-two, with long red hair and a nice smile. She wore a slender tube of knitted wool, and tall boots. Although her dress was rather on the short side, and sleeveless, she looked positively overdressed compared to the three men who were peering around the partition in the plush reception room.
All three smiled at me, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for them to be wandering around in bikini brief shorts in the middle of March.
It was warm in the room, and the girl who introduced herself as Jannie, helped me hang up my coat. I let my eyes study the men quickly, because with the state of nervous tension that was building in my stomach, I didn't want to have to fumble around with choices. The first one I looked at, a handsome guy with a moustache, would be my masseur, I whispered to the girl.
"Let me get you settled in the massage room, Mrs. Smith," she offered. "Marco, Mrs. Smith will be waiting for you in number three in about five minutes."
The man smiled at me as Jannie directed me down the hall and into a tiny room, no bigger than one of Mitch's huge closets, but plenty big enough for a long, white-covered table, a stand that held several bottles of oils and creams, a couple of towels, and a bar of soap.
I hadn't said more than three words in the last five minutes, and Jannie patted my shoulder as she showed me where to hang my clothes. "Please feel at home, Mrs. Smith," she smiled, still sticking with the silly pseudonym I'd created over the phone. "The Women's Room is designed to meet all your personal needs; there's nothing to be concerned about, because we are really concerned about you!"
"Here, let me help you," she offered, unbuttoning the back of my dress. "You have come here because you are seeking a very special kind of sensual pleasure, and there is nothing wrong with that!" She helped me step out of my dress and, when she made no move to go, I nervously began to fiddle with the hooks of my bra and garter belt. "Sit down," she said holding out a chair for me.
The girl quickly knelt by my feet as I started to roll down my stockings, and she pulled the sheer nylon the rest of the way off my leg. "We all want to pamper you, and make you feel right at home!"
I never get this sort of thing at home, I laughed to myself, as the girl boldly unbuckled my other stocking and drew it off.
I was feeling very good, and the stickiness in my cunt told me that I didn't mind it when she leaned forward and reached around my back, unhooking my bra. Although it was a strictly commercial arrangement, and she was a professional, I think that her nipples were hard when they brushed for just one second across my now naked breasts as she steadied herself with one hand on the side of the chair, just against my naked thigh as she stood up.
"Stand up, " she said softly, and I obeyed her. The girl grasped the elastic waist of my panties and drew the flowered fabric slowly down my hips. She brought down over my bush and ass, and I had to part my legs slightly as the fabric, conspicuously damp, peeled away from my crotch. She knelt as she pulled them the rest of the way to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. Neatly, she folded the garment over the back of the chair and stood there for a moment before handing the small, white towel in her hand.
"You are a very beautiful woman," Jannie said appreciatively. I could feel my nipples swelling in the silence that surrounded us as her hand touched mine as she passed me the towel. "Marco," she decided, "will be gratified to have such a lovely client. Please, lie down on the table; he will be with you in a moment."
Jannie touched my shoulder fleetingly as she left, and I sat down on the edge of the massage table, swinging my long, golden legs over the side and lying down on my belly, the towel draped across my ass.
Is this the way men feel, I wondered to myself, when a woman looks at them, or touches them. Jannie had really turned me on.
The hard table pressed tightly against my prominent pubic bone, and I shifted slightly, making my towel slacken and fall as I tried to get comfortable.
"Oh, you don't need that," a resonant voice assured me as I reached down, still on my tummy, to retrieve the towel. The handsome man with the moustache now had on more clothes than I, and I lay meekly on the table as he let one powerful, skilled hand rest on the cheek of my ass.
"A towel just gets in the way," Marco assured me. "Have you thought at all about the type of massage you want?" he asked, walking around to the front of the table near the collection of bottles and tubes. His groin was right at my eye level.
His little red bikinis left nothing to the imagination, and I could see that dark curly hairs that matted his chest and stomach twining down into those briefs and making a dark outline around his balls and part way onto his cock. His cock wasn't huge, I realized, but it looked exceptionally thick, even to my untrained eyes. His cock was already erect.
"You'll have to excuse me, Madame," he smiled, knowing that I could see all of his hot hard-on, "but my clients are rarely as beautiful as you! I am an impetuous Sicilian, and when something moves me, well, I respond." He looked into my eyes as I propped myself up slightly on my elbows, letting the thick stems of my nipples brush the table top. I wanted him to see that they were hard.
"I think we understand each other," he smiled as he began to oil his hands with a fruit-flavored lotion. I realized that he could not be too open, of course, about the arrangements that some of his female customers wanted, those who, like me, were willing to pay for a good fuck. Some women might actually come to the parlor for a real, therapeutic massage, and they would be offended and scream at the suggestion that sex was for sale.
The only therapy I wanted was a long, hot shot of cock and sperm!
"Let's start with my tummy," I said, bold now that I realized I was in charge, of course, for it was my money! "I have some tension there," I told him, rolling over and letting the young prostitute see my naked belly, tits, and cunt patch. I pointed a place just below my navel. "Start here," I ordered him.
Marco was practically beside himself with delight at having such a pliant, horny young body at his command. Poor boy, maybe he had to cater to bitchy society matrons all day, ones that wanted him to service their every need when his heart wasn't really in it. Maybe they abused him, spanked or restrained him, I thought.
Well, I was paying, wasn't I? I could have what I wanted, just as much as those society ladies could!
"Mmmmmm, your hands are very warm, Marco," I told him as his soft fingertips began to massage a few drops of lotion into the flesh between my pussy and my navel. "Are you too warm in here? Why not take off those little briefs?"
The young man smiled, and I watched in interest as he pulled them off. I had been right, his cock wasn't as big as Mitch's or the fellow's in the porno shop, but it was powerfully thick and luscious looking.
"Massage me a littler higher up," I ordered him, "higher, higher, that's right!" I cried as his hands, slick with cream, oiled around my tits. His hands were big and facile at his chores, but my big mams were just a little too big for his hands, and soft flesh bulged from between his probing fingers. He worked his hands around the biggest part of my tits, right against my chest, squeezing and turning as if he were twisting the top off of a jar. I groaned loudly, without embarrassment, as he began to rotate his fingers upwards, until they were splayed out across the very tips of my tits, and my nipples were burning into his palms.
I could feel the tight, turgid nubbins pressing back into my flesh as he worked down hard, really rubbing my tits. His thick, erect cock bounced against the side of the linen covered table, and once the damp tip brushed my arm, leaving a drop of excited juice on my skin.
I surprised the man by reaching over and catching that drop of gism on my fingertips and then bringing it down between my legs, where I was already wet. I had been since that young woman had stripped me of my stockings.
"I need more oil down here, I think," I said dreamily, closing my eyes. "I need a good, thorough massage, Marco, and I will tip you well if you can work all the tensions out of my body. Yes, start right there!"
His oily hands parted my thighs easily, and began to stroke the inside of my legs, where the flesh is most sensitive between knee and pussy. Knowing what was expected of him, his hands worked quickly up towards my slit, where the lips hung open juicily, waiting for his touch.
My whole body was warm and tingling as his fingers dug softly against the pliant flesh of my labia. I had my eyes closed, lost in sensation and wickedness, but I saw that he was using all ten fingers to open the two ribbons of flesh, to expose my inside tunnel. The lips parted like a ripe, ready to eat fruit.
Two fingers ran softly down the fluttering, throbbing lips, tickling the outmost edges, and then again and again. But with each stroke Marco was getting progressively closer to my twat hole, until the big petals of my sex were parted and spread to the maximum, and his fingers were rubbing right into the very core of my sex. My clit was hurting with excitement that needed to be released, and I gasped as his fingers moved softly away from the valley of my slit, just before finally landing in my hole itself.
Instead he was taking my clit between his fingertips.
One hand was resting on my belly, keeping up a semblance of a massage, but the other was diddling my clit. He was an expert, rubbing and pulling and making me cream.
"Is this the way you want the massage to go, Madam?" Marco asked me after a moment. My clit was fully extended, popping entirely away from the hood of flesh that surrounds it when it is limp. He was working the flesh part way back with his little finger and applying the index digit straight to my hot stem. "Is there anything special you want?"
I opened my eyes, a silent question on my lips.
"There are many ways I can make you happy, Madam," he smiled. "If you like, there are special ways I can clean and relax every part of you" his hand left my belly and scooted under my soft ass cheeks "if that is your wish."
I shook my head No. An enema was the last thing in the world that I wanted from the young man with the powerful cock and wonderful hands, but the idea was stored away in my head. Maybe some other time, I thought.
"Possibly you would like to have a friend of mine, another masseur, join us?" For the first time, the young man touched me with his lips, and I sobbed, pressing my titties right against his mouth as he clamped his lips around one nipple, a long finger suddenly plunging into my hot tunnel at the same time, reaching high in my slot. "There are many ways that two men can please you, that one cannot," he smiled, lifting his head from my glistening nipple.
"I want nothing, nothing that is, except your cock!" I groaned. I had not even had to touch the man's prick, although it looked lovely and succulent, but his erection was mine to do with as I pleased, since I had paid for it, and my hot body had inspired the thick hardness that enveloped it.
"Fuck me," I ordered him. "Massage me deep inside my twat!"
"As you wish, Madam."
The man's moustache tickled my tits as he kissed them once more, teasing me slightly. "Is there any particular position Madam would like to experience?" he smiled knowledgably.
I shook my head. This much I would leave up to him, and the young man quickly climbed up onto the table, turning me onto my side, away from him, as he did so.
One of Marco's strong hands slipped between my thighs from the back, and I felt my leg being lifted up, held at a 45 degree angle as he pushed closer to me. His cock head, as if by instinct and practice alone, found my cunt hole quickly, pushing past the thick pads of my labia and scoring a deep, high hit on the first wonderful thrust.
His balls tickled my ass cheeks, and then ground wetly against the soft, pink stretch of skin that runs between my cunt hole and my ass hole. A combination of sweat, love juices, and the oily massage lotion was wetting us down from head to foot, and with one hand still holding my leg aloft so that his cock could find my slit easily accessible, Marco began to massage my tits and tummy softly.
I groaned, the unfamiliarity of the man and the situation making me all the hotter. I imagined that the people in the reception area could hear us, for now Marco was groaning too in the effort to hold off his coming a little bit longer. We were moaning at the top of our lungs, our bodies rocking the flimsy table mightily, and the door opened, Jannie hurrying into the massage cubicle.
The air was heavy with hot sex and sweat and sweet, sugary lotions, and I could see the girl breathing in deeply before she spoke.
"Shh, quiet down!" she whispered hoarsely. I could tell that her heart was elsewhere as she tried to act officious. "We can hear all the way outside!"
For the first time in my life, I acted on an impulse that was even stronger than the one that had brought me here, to pay for the fucking that I couldn't get at home.
I held out one hand to the girl, and without stopping to think, she took it, bending to the floor beside us on her knees as I pulled her down.
Marco and I fucked in silence now, only the squishing of his cock deep inside my pussy audible, that and the hot, feverish breathing of three randy people.
Jannie was looking right into my slit, just where I had directed her, her eyes riveted to the place where Marco's cock sunk again and again into my body. I imagined what she saw, a wet, silken slit with golden hair, pierced over and over by a thick, masculine cock, a wet clit popping lewdly in her face with each thrust of the cock whose balls trembled and shuddered with each impact.
"I'm coming," I groaned as the orgasm hit me, and I bucked my hips right into the girl's face.
The coming was so swift and intense that I can't really be sure that I actually felt the girl's tongue reach out and lash my throbbing clitty, but I saw her lick her lips as I opened my eyes.
Maybe she would have put her mouth there again, but the scene was too much for the young stud who was banging me, and suddenly my body was being hurtled along with his orgasm, and I can again as I felt my cunt channel being flooding with spunk.
When I opened my eyes, the receptionist was gone.
Marco led me to the little shower room, and the male hooker even soaped my back as I showered. I lathered his cock and balls, and then returned to dress. We spoke not a word, but I know from the kiss that he gave me after he walked to the reception room that the two $100 bills I shoved into his red briefs were well appreciated.
I smiled at Jannie as I left.
$200, I decided, well spent.
I never felt the need to visit The Women's Room again, but it got me to thinking. There must be a lot of women, I decided who feel just as abandoned and horny as I do. All the women who are married to The Cougars, or any other team of ballplayers. The wives of traveling salesmen, or the girl friends of airline pilots. A place like The Women's Room and men like Marco, who lived by their cocks, couldn't exist if there weren't legions of women out there who needed more cocks.
Or, just one cock.
That one perfect cock!
I guess you could say that from there on out, I was driven by my own private compulsion to find the cock that could satisfy me. Shape, size, texture, and flavor are all important aspects of a man's prick, but they had to be put together in the right way, with the right mixture of dirty thinking and horny urges, and, of course, attached to the right man. I began to look that very evening.
The fuck with the male prostitute had been satisfying, giving me two powerful orgasms, but I didn't want to pay again. Good sex is a gift, not a purchase. Besides, the man's cock had started a small kindling fire in my pussy, and I was determined to fan the flames!
At one of the local bars, the singles' meeting grounds that dot all of Manhattan, I found a-likely looking guy. About thirty-four, prosperous looking, with a beard and a pair of Gucci loafers, he was cordial and polite when he sat down next to me, buying me another gin and tonic. By the time that we each let the other know what we had come to the bar for, a quick, uncomplicated love affair that would last about two hours, I was feeling pretty high.
I got fucked in the taxi cab on the way to his apartment!
Having paid for a man to make me not more than five hours before, I was feeling pretty cosmopolitan, and even though I was a little shocked by the guy when he whispered in my ear after getting into the cab "Take off your panties and let me eat you" I responded pretty coolly.
"I'm not wearing any!"
My hand plunged into his crotch, and I found a hot handful of cock and nuts at my disposal. Unzipping him quickly in the darkened cab, I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, nuzzling the crinckly sack of his balls as I licked the shaft from stem to stern. The fat prick was easing in and out of my mouth with every bump that the taxi took over the potholes of First Avenue.
"Sorry the ride is so bumpy, folks," the cabbie began to apologize over his shoulder, "but every spring after the snow melts, it gets ... Jesus!"
You would think the man had never seen a woman, her dress up around her naked waist, sitting on the backseat of a cab with her legs hooked around the neck of a man kneeling on the floor, his cock embedded deeply in her pussy.
"Twice around the park!" I screamed gleefully as each bump of the cab on the pitted roadway brought that prick even more deeply into my slit and made my clit jump and jiggle with the rough ride. "Yes, Ma'am!! "
The cabbie tore off, giving us a run for our money that had me coming a half dozen times before we got back practically to where we started. My pick-up still had his lovely hard-on when we climbed out of the cab and paid the driver, and he finally came in the elevator, between the twenty-ninth and thirtieth floors, with me kneeling on the floor, his dick rushing wetly into my hungry mouth. Upstairs, I had him again inside my cunt hole, but the feelings weren't half so exciting as the sensation of that jiggling ride. Still, I came a couple of more times before leaving him with a phony telephone number when he insisted on seeing me again.
If the man who couldn't wait to fuck me and who had to screw me in the back of that yellow cab is reading this, Sorry!!
It had been a good, unusual experience, but ... I was married to Mitch, and even though I felt an ever increasing need to have more and more men in my snatch, he was the only one in my heart.
And so I went on, picking and choosing and fucking and sucking for three weeks, with only two days to be with Mitch before that unlucky thirteenth score.
The jogger had opened my ass hole, but he had also opened me to the prying eyes of the other ballplayers' wives.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hello, Rae Ann? This is Doreen!" the Southern accent on the other end of the phone informed me.
"Oh, hi, Doreen," I panted.
"Did you just come in, honey? You sound all out of breath."
"Come in? Yes, sort of...."
Actually, someone else had just come in, a lovely blonde boy, couldn't have been over nineteen, whom I had been taking tennis lessons from. He had just come into my bare, juicy cunt hole, and he lay on top of me, almost pressing the air out of my lungs as I spoke into the telephone that had so rudely interrupted the start of our humpy fucking session.
"What's up, Doreen?"
The boy's cock was up, alright, and he was beginning to move his hips very slowly and sinuously, with his cock almost completely imbedded in me, making me feel every solid inch of it as it rocked almost imperceptibly in my belly.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you again what a lovely time I had last week when we went to dinner together. Rae Anne, are you there? Remember we ate together last week?"
Right now, the only eating I could concentrate on was the slow, leisurely sucking I had given the tennis pro behind the racket room at the club. Now he was reciprocating by tendering munching on the hard peaks of my tits.
"Sure, I remember," I told her quickly, my voice catching as his teeth sank into my skin, pinpointing the bittersweet pleasure of our fucking.
"Well, I was just wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight. We could go somewhere else, if you like. I know a quiet place uptown...."
Up was precisely where I was going now as the boy rolled off of me a little, his long, slender cock never breaking contact with my hole as I took my cue from him and started to roll, too, until the legs that had been wrapped around his waist, feet pressing his ass against me, were now under me, and I was using my thigh muscles to pump myself up and down on his body.
The telephone cord got tangled around my shoulders and chest, and the boy lazily looped it around my big, melon-shaped jug. The cord stretched and tugged, and my tits ached with pleasure.
"Where uptown?" I gasped.
"Here," the boy murmured as he pulled on the telephone cord, pulling me down until my tit popped straight into his mouth, and he began to suckle me again.
"I'll give you the address. It's...."
"Is this important, Doreen?" I grunted, as the boy began to hold my hips, making them perfectly still suspended above his body as he began to work his strong, athletic pelvis up and down, slamming with cock to the top of my cervix.
With this cock working in me, the most important thing I had planned for the evening was keeping him in me!
"Why, yes, honey, it's dire important," the Southern belle drawled. "It relates to The Cougars, and all of us."
The Cougars again. I felt a swell of pride when, in a cab or in a coffee shop, I heard the predictions for my husband's team in the upcoming season. But that pleasure was soon quelled when I realized that in the coming months, until October, I would have Mitch to myself on two nights out of five, and that those two nights of bliss would just make all the hornier!
"Well, alright. Just let me get a piece of paper and a pen."
The bedside table was at the other end of the bed, for our lusty fucking had sort of propelled me and the blonde tennis pro to the foot. "Sorry, baby," I whispered to him as, phone receiver still clutched to my ear, I reluctantly pulled my pussy up and off of his cock.
I clamped my hand over the mouthpiece as he groaned. "Shhh! OOH!"
I had been crawling over his body, but before I reached the bedside table, his hands had pulled me over him. He raised his head a few inches and buried his face in my fragrant pussy, his tongue darting into my valley and latching onto my clit.
I sobbed, holding the receiver against my trembling tits, almost burying the phone between them as the pro rubbed his teeth and lips against the burning region. I was feeling my hips buck and push into his face, grinding my clit hotly against his mouth, as I tried to get him to thrust his tongue into my gaping hole.
"Rae Anne? Are you still there?" I heard Doreen's voice ask from between the pillows of my tits.
"Y-Y-YES!" I cried, my come splattering down the boy's cheeks as the violence of my orgasm pressed the hot drops of girl-come down and out of my cunt. "I found the pen," I added weakly as my body slumped down. I grabbed the pen and pad from the table, holding the receiver to my ear between my head and shoulder, using one hand for writing and the other to steady myself as the impetuous stud pulled me down, rearranging my legs over his head so that I was facing south.
As Doreen gave me the address of the uptown restaurant, I was glad that I had a couple of minutes during which I didn't have to speak, just listen to her chatter. I couldn't have talked if I had tried; my mouth was full of cock, and I was making a feast of the thick rod, rubbing the underside sideways, the base between my lips like a flute. I played a tune on the silky skin, raising and lowering the tone of his soft moans as I rubbed my tongue back and forth there, letting it dart out to lick drops of saliva and girl-come from his balls occasionally.
The boy was tickling my pussy with his tongue again, prying the walls as far apart as he could and making my come gush into his face. He sat me up and turned me around, pressing my pussy back down on his cock again just in time as Doreen asked, "Why are you so quiet, Rae Anne?"
"Just a little tired," I sobbed softly as the boy worked me up and down, this time lying still himself as he used my body like a fucking toy, picking me up and pressing me down as the mood struck him.
"Well, that's okay. We, Starr and me, want to do most of the talking."
"Starr is c-c-c-coming, too?" I stammered as I felt another imminent coming building up in my womb, making my hands and feet tingle hotly.
I was too close to coming to hear the note of strength and authority in Doreen's voice as she said, "Yes, we both insist on having you to dinner!"
"Thank you, oh, thank you both!" I cried as my real thanks went to the grinning tennis pro who was making me come for the fifth time that afternoon.
"Well, I don't know if you'll really want to thank us...."
Lost in the afterglow of my climax and feeling the boy's balls seizing up against my ass as his cock let loose a rainstorm of come in my twat, I didn't hear the warning in Doreen's voice.
"I'll be there in a couple of hours, seven o'clock?" I sighed as I lay down on the side of the bed, one leg still slung over the boy's torso, keeping his cock right inside of me as long as I could. In two hours, I could shower and dress, and still have time to fuck the randy young stud at least once more.
Men this age, I had discovered quickly, have a lot of come to spare and share for a hot woman, even if younger men didn't tend to be as, well, thorough in their fucking as older ones.
The young studs made up for it in quantity, and now that was what my pussy craved, quantity!
"See you then, Rae Anne. And rest up a little, honey. You sound all tuckered out. Bye now."
"Bye," I responded as I hung up the phone. I knew that by the time I got to the restaurant, judging from the way his boy's cock was still slightly hard in my snatch, I would be a lot more tired!
"Well, that's the way it stands, Rae Anne," Doreen finally said to me over coffee and desert. Starr looked at me from lowering her eyes to her coffee cup and then to Doreen and Britt and then back to me again. She was nervous.
Britt, the (oldest of all the ballplayers' wives, wasn't as matter-of-fact about it as Doreen, who, as she explained to me over dinner that she and the other two were aware that I was cheating on Mitch. Britt looked at me warmly, with concern for me in her eyes. At thirty-five, she had a son who was only a few years younger than me, and she patted my trembling hand maternally.
"Rae Anne, you're not the first woman to have an affair with another man, and you won't be the last, either, it's just that...."
"Just nothing!" Doreen sputtered. "You have a reputation to uphold, you know. While The Cougars are out of town, you have to be their representative, and fucking around" I didn't think a nice small town girl like Doreen would know a word like that, and I gasped to hear it applied to me "is not the way to bring honor to the team!"
"Don't you think you're overstating the case just a little?" Britt asked. She could see the hot, bitter tears I was fighting to hold back.
Ever since Doreen had, about half-way through a perfectly pleasant dinner, blurted out that she had hired a private investigator the week before and I had naively asked why, I had been on the verge of hysterical tears. To hear that a man had been following me, at Doreen's orders, and photographing my comings and goings, and the people I had been with, was too much to be borne.
But worst of all was knowing that any one of these three women could destroy my marriage to Mitch was pure hell, and I could feel myself both crumpling and aching to lash out at them, especially Doreen.
Just because she was beautiful and virtuous, the perfect Southern belle, she thought she had the right to pass judgment on me. I was just about to tell her what I thought of her methods when Starr said something for the first time that evening.
"Whether you are overstating the case or not, let's get the hell out of here. People are beginning to look at us!"
I let myself be led to a cab, bundled between Britt and Starr in the backseat while Doreen hopped to the front. I could see the rather grungy-looking cab driver glancing down at Doreen's lush little body and licking his lips, but the indignant woman didn't seen to notice.
Despite my trepidation, I got a moment's pleasure in assuring myself that Doreen wouldn't know a man was turned on if he stuck his cock in her ear! For a moment, I flashed back to my inexplicable fantasy of seeing Doreen and Starr or Doreen and me fucking on the end of a huge dildo. I got great satisfaction for the moment to imagine the gnarled old cabbie plugging his meat into Doreen's pristine twat hole.
Britt patted my helpless hands as they lay limply in my lap. No one spoke on the ride to Doreen's apartment where, as she put it "We are going to settle this thing," and as I looked down at my hands and Britt's, I kept thinking that not three hours ago, my hands had held a big, proud cock. I had fucked the cock, sucked the gism out of it several times, and let the owner of it tongue my cunt to heaven and back.
Now, it looked as if my big city sexual adventure was over, thanks to Doreen.
The apartment that she kept for Mikey and herself was just like her, clean and perfect, not one thing out of place. At Britt's urging, I had gone into the bathroom to splash cold water on my red, swollen face, and passing their bedroom, I saw only a pair of twin beds, their covers pulled tight and straight. I felt a little sorry for Doreen when I got back to the living room.
Britt was mixing drinks at the bar, and Stan-handed me a whiskey and water, which I downed in one gulp. I had another, and the other women drank in silence for a few minutes, too, all of us too nervous for the moment to speak.
I spied a big brown envelope on the couch, next to Doreen, and the women motioned to me to come over and take a look at the contents.
"Britt and Starr have already seen this stuff," Doreen said. "And so have you, but from in front of the lens."
Inside the envelope were twenty or more eight by ten glossies, taken with long telephoto lenses, all starring me and a variety of men. I saw myself talking to a man inside a telephone booth, perfectly normal looking except for the fact that my hand was down inside the front of his trousers, yanking at his cock. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. As I stared at the picture, I remembered how, running into the man on the street, I had been struck by the size of the bulge in his trousers, and being downtown at lunchtime, he had only a few minutes to spare. I had urged him with only a toss of my golden head to follow me down a side street. There, in telephone booth, I had tossed him off.
Most of the other pictures were less incriminating, just showing me striking up conversations with attractive men on the street or taken from the outside of bars while I got to know somebody at the bar. One real doozy, though, showed me laid full out on the hood of Mitch's Mercedes in the parking lot on Fiftieth Street where, late one evening, I had gone down to check the car. The car was fine, and so was the young, well-hung dusky stud who tended the parking lot. I could not deny the facts of the picture, me on my back, dress up around my tits and my legs wrapped tightly around the boy's tapering waist as he bucked me strongly on the hood of the car.
The picture was so sharp that I could see the beads of sweat glistening darkly on the boy's buttocks. I felt my palms go all sticky and hot now as I held the picture in my hands, remembering in my cunt how big that boy's dick had been, and how well it had climbed my cunt walls.
The floodgates opened as I sat helplessly on the couch next to Doreen. I didn't think any of them were going to show me any mercy, and I would be lucky if they agreed not to tell Mitch in exchange for a promise of utter fidelity in the future. I would be incredibly lucky if they let me off that easy.
Easy! The thought of going for the entire baseball season and then all of spring training without so much as tender cunt lapping or even a miniscule fraction of all the fucking I needed was sending me off into torrents of tears.
But, I had been wrong about the terms of their deal.
Right then, though, as I was crying, I didn't know that, and when Britt sat down on the other side of me, I started to pull away from her. But the older woman slipped her arms around me and hugged me, saying "Let it out, Rae Anne. Cry if that's what you want, honey!"
"What I want!" I gulped. My tears made it hard for me to speak, and the whiskey made me slur my words slightly, but I summoned up all my courage as I cried: "Doreen obviously has no concern for what I think or feel. What matter is it of yours if I want to, to, to fuck around with other men!? Are your husbands' cocks so hot that you don't wonder sometimes what it would feel like to have another one up you twat? Are your husbands breaking training so that they can fuck you the way you need? Well, are they?"
My eyes were narrowed, and Britt strengthened her grip on my shoulders.
"Of course no, you stupid ninny!" Starr blurted out at last, speaking up for the first time since they had left the restaurant. "We've been married longer than you have, and we're just as female and hungry as you are, Rae! Don't you think we know what it is like to have our men dole out their come on a once per week basis, if they're home to screw us at all?"
The long exclamation had exhausted the normally retiring Starr, and she sat down on an easy chair with a sigh. "If it weren't for all this whiskey, I probably wouldn't have the nerve to tell you this, but you're not the only one who would rather have a cock in her cunt than her own poor finger, but you're the only one of us who's been brave enough to go out and do something about it!"
The three of us just looked at Starr, and then Britt laughed softly.
"Well, Starr, you certainly made our point clear, but you did it a little more bluntly than either Doreen or I had planned to. Maybe it's just as well that it's out in the open now."
I looked over at Doreen who stood up abruptly under my gaze and walked over to the bar. She took a long shot of whiskey and then faced me. "I don't approve of all this, but I know I shouldn't be judging any of you.
Everyone has different sexual, ah, needs, I guess. But you're all my friends, yes, even you, Rae Anne, although you may not believe me now. I wouldn't want to see the Cougars screwed up with broken homes, that's all."
Doreen turned back to the bar, and Britt silently motioned to me that I shouldn't be too concerned about Doreen's pronouncement.
"Listen, Rae, we haven't been snooping into your life because we want tobreak up your marriage. It's precisely because we can see what being in the big city without a man is doing to you that we wanted to help you get what you need AND keep your marriage to Mitch safe."
"That's what we all want, too," Starr told me.
"Did you think we were such stuffed shirts that we don't have a drawer full of dildos and vibrators to make the lonely nights more sufferable? Christ, when you've been married as long as I have, you'll do your weekly menu planning around all the cock-shaped vegetables!"
"I can't believe you're telling me this!" I exclaimed. "What about what Doreen was saying in the restaurant about my jeopardizing the sanctity of the cougars with my sexual adventures? I'm confused; all this booze is making it a little hard to understand...."
"It's all so complicated anyway," Britt laughed. The strong-featured but soft bodied woman turned me around by the shoulders so that I was facing her, our knees touching on the edge of the couch. "It's just that Doreen and Starr and I think that we can help each other go out and, and, well, find the perfect cock."
I was shocked and happy.
"THAT'S PRECISELY WHAT I CALL IT!" I exclaimed. "FINDING THE PERFECT COCK!"
"But you see, we can protect each other, and well, maybe, we won't feel so all alone. There, I said it, and I guess I couldn't have without the whiskey!"
She clinked her glass against mine and toasted me.
In the next two long, slightly drunken hours, we discussed our dilemma and all the possible solutions. Even the shy Starr opened up, telling us all in confidence that in her three years of marriage to Biff she still hadn't had her pussy licked.
"I read about it in a magazine," she added. "It sounded so good that I just couldn't help myself; I tried to get my head down between my legs, but even with all my Yoga exercises, I can't do it. I even thought about getting Sparky, Biffs Doberman to, well, but I just couldn't do that!"
"Don't worry, Starr darling," I assured her, the whiskey making me feel as if I were her best friend, "we'll get a really nice little cunt-licker!"
Britt agreed. "That'll be one of our first priorities in finding men, won't it, that they can give head as good as they receive it! Every young boy should learn how to suck pussy before he's sixteen!"
I didn't say anything, I just refilled everybody's glass as I remembered that Britt had a fifteen year old son who was almost as tall as his father. I felt a delicious, forbidden tremor in my slit at the thought.
"More whiskey, Doreen?" I asked the woman to cover up my excitement. During the last hour, we had i been totally honest with each other about Our husbands and our sex lives. Britt and Starr were in the same boat as me, being totally oversexed and having less than part-time husbands. Only Doreen hung back, and she didn't join in when I began to outline to the women the number of places I had discovered for picking up men right on my own backdoor step practically.
It wasn't until we began a erotic philosophical discussion of the details that went into making up the Perfect Cock that she showed much animation. "He's got to understand a woman's body," she said softly. "He's got to know what to do to make her, ah, come sometimes."
Starr, totally loose with the whiskey, blurted in something about the merits of foreskins for tickling pussies, and Doreen went quiet again. But I hadn't forgotten what she had said.
Now I stood next to her offering her another drink. She had had about five already, and she shook her head No. "No more," she said, her pretty violet eyes rolling. "I think we've all had enough."
"I am getting sort of tired," Starr said, noticing for the first time that she had been chattering with her friends about how and where they were going to go on the search for the Perfect Cock for more than half the night. "Christ, Biff is supposed to call me at midnight! I've got to get home!"
"Me, too," Britt added. "Bill may be almost a man, but he's still my little boy, and he expects Mommy to be home before twelve! That's something we've got to all agree to before we start these crazy plans if we start these crazy plans that we will never neglect our families. Hell, I wouldn't want to get so blitzed on extra cock that I couldn't take my husband's dick when I wanted to!"
Laughing, Britt and Starr started picking up their coats. Neither of the women lived more than a block away from Doreen, and they looked at me inquiringly as they turned to me. "Want us to stand with you on the corner until you get a cab? You have so far to go!"
"Well," I said slowly, emphasizing the slur in my tipsy voice deliberately, "I was wondering if Doreen would let me camp out here. I'm blitzed, and I really don't want to have to take a cab when I'm feeling so high." I looked at Doreen, who hadn't spoken since her comment about wanting a man who could make her come SOMETIMES. I wanted to stay until I knew what she meant by that..
The woman, unaware of my motives, smiled, saying "Why not? Biff and I have double beds, so...."
I smiled at her, and together Doreen and I walked the other two to the door.
"OOOH! I'm so excited!" Starr exclaimed, kissing us each on the cheek. "Talking about sex is almost as good as DOING IT, isn't it!? Christ, I'm so turned on with the prospect of our little plans that I think I'll just have to go home and masturbate."
"Jerk off, dear," Britt laughed. "When you've been married and frustrated for cock as long as I have, it's called jerking off! And I think that is precisely what I am going to do, too! 'Night all!"
CHAPTER SIX
Britt and Starr's drunken exclamations that they were each going to go home to their empty beds and jerk off hung heavily in the erotically charged air even after Doreen had shut the door.
"Do you think they were serious?" I smiled, making conversation as Doreen and I picked up the glasses and carried them to the kitchen.
"Sure, why not?" Doreen smiled, downing the last amber contents of one of the glasses before putting it in the sink. "You've been getting your fill of cocks, so maybe you've forgotten what it's like to have to ... " Her voice trailed off as she surveyed the sink. "I don't want to do this now. Let's go to bed; I'll get some fresh sheets for Mikey's bed."
"You were pretty quiet this evening, Doreen," I said as I followed her to the linen closet. The woman was about three inches shorter than me, and she had to look up to me as she turned to answer. I could see her swallow, and the veins in her delicate neck, as white as alabaster, pounded furiously.
"I feel funny, I guess. It's all so strange to me, all this talk about men and sex. I just never expected that it could be any better, ah, in bed."
"Fucking" I said the world slowly, emphasizing the obscene delights of the act " can be wonderful. With the right man."
"Maybe I don't think there IS a right man. After all these years ... Biff and I have been married ten years, since I was younger than you! Besides," she said, her voice breaking as she leaned over Mikey's bed, spreading out the sheets, "I'm a little embarrassed that I laced into you at the restaurant, and it was my suggestion about the private detective. I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry."
Her voice, shaken with the whiskey, trembled as she spoke the truth.
I put my arms around the woman and hugged her warmly, saying "I'm not angry any more, really!" I rubbed her back between her shoulder blades and then kissed her on the cheek, feeling her tits crushed just beneath mine as I did. "Let's call bygones bygones and be friends, okay?"
Somewhat to my shock, but not my surprise, Doreen did not move out of my arms after I kissed her. She instead returned the kiss, brushing my neck with her lips.
I felt a thrill throb through my skin, tingling at my tits and not stopping until it had coursed down to my pussy.
We drew back from each other at the same time, two small town girls a little afraid of their feelings.
In silence, we finished making the bed. Leaning over, I knew that my hot, slightly stiff nipples were visible in my loose designer blouse. Doreen walked over to her bed, about three feet away, and when she turned, I followed her warm, round ass with my eyes. I had the urge to reach out and touch it, but instead forced myself to keep talking. "Do you think what we're planning, expeditions to go out and look for good, hot men is silly? Is that why you're so down on it?"
"I'm not down on it," Doreen said, opening the drawer on her bureau and pulling out two nightgowns of pink and yellow flannel. "I just don't think that the man I want is out there. I don't know...."
"Have you ever looked before?" I asked taking the long flowered gown from her.
"Once," she admitted. "Jesus, I must be drunk to tell you this, but I've always wanted to tell somebody. Alcohol always makes me act on my emotions!"
Doreen laughed a little too loud after she said that, and I saw the blush creeping up her neck.
"I'll change in here," she mumbled, walking into the bathroom. She halfclosed the door and continued to talk to me as we both undressed and donned the virginal nightgowns. "He was a neighbor in the building, an author who was at home all day. His wife was an executive and on the road a lot, just like Mikey!"
"His books were very sexy and popular, and you'd know who he was if I told you, but I can't. He was so suave that I thought it would have to fantastic, he swept me off my feet, and one time when Mikey was out of town and his wife was on the road, we had dinner up here. Before we'd finished the main course, he was making love to me. Oh, God, Rae, it was so terrible! He just didn't understand, he did something to me that Mikey never had, and it hurt, it hurt awfully! I was so scared...."
I had my nightgown on now and went over to the door of the bathroom where Doreen was sobbing. "It's alright now, it's over," I told her, pushing the door open. She was naked and sobbing, the alcohol having loosed all those painful memories. For one moment, I was struck dumb by the delicate beauty of her naked body, as she trembled and cried , her big, soft, pink-tipped tits quivering. How I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her just like that!
Instead, I got the other nightgown and laid the old fashioned garment over her head. I dressed the crying woman like a child, helping her find the arm holes inside the gown and feeling the soft, erotic sway of her bare tits as I pulled it over her body. God, I hated to cover up that body!
"Come on," I led her out of the bathroom and over to her bed. I sat her down on the edge of the bed, and then picked her tired feet up and put them up, too, swinging her limp body around so that she lay one her side like an exhausted little girl. "What did he do to you, Doreen?" I coaxed her to tell me. "Did he fuck you up the ass?"
Her renewed tears told me I was correct, and I held her head in my hands as she sobbed, kneeling by the side of the bed so that she could rest her head on my shoulder and the top of my breasts.
Poor Doreen, I thought. I had already guessed that Mikey was either too stupid or too self-centered to take the time to make the small town Southern belle come when he fucked her, and then that jerk had forced his meat into her butt and made her feel that all men were brutes and that all sex was pain or frustration.
"Having a prick in your ass can be very nice, Doreen, really it can," I assured her. "That man was a brute, and stupid idiot to hurt a beautiful woman like you. Forget about him. Don't worry; we'll find someone who knows how to make love to a woman for you. I promise."
Doreen's violet eyes, misted with tears, surveyed me. "Have you done that, Rae, had a, a cock inside your, ah, ass?" she wanted to know.
"Yes," I told her. "Since the alcohol has made you blunt, I will be, too. And I've come from having it in my bottom, really!"
Doreen digested the information and then let her head loll back on my shoulder as she sniffed back the last of the tears.
"Do you think that they are really doing it?"
"Who is doing what?" I asked her.
"Britt and Starr. Jerking off." She looked over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. "Right this minute, alone in their beds, making themselves, ah, come. Do you think? And here we are, CRYING!" She tried to laugh.
"I not only think that is precisely what they are each doing, but I think it is time we stopped crying and" I dabbed at the droplets on her soft cheek and smiled "and started doing something constructive."
"Like what?" Doreen sat up on one elbow.
Her face was only inches from mine.
"Britt and Starr weren't the only ones that got turned on with our discussion and plans, Doreen," I whispered. "I think that maybe, well, you and I might need to play with ourselves a little, too; maybe the frustration is what started you crying."
"Rae, I ... You mean turn out the lights and masturbate, in the same room?! "
Doreen tried to sound convincing in her shock, but she failed. I could see the way the thin flannel of her pristine nightgown peaked around her nipples as her breathing got a little faster.
"Not necessarily with the lights off," I responded. "Would you like to watch me? Maybe we could learn something from each other."
Doreen continued to look at me for a long moment.
"Yes," she breathed at last, "I would like that, too. Shall I ... ? "
I nodded, standing up, as Doreen rolled back onto her bed. The whiskey that had made me so bold was making me a little unsteady, and I walked quickly over to the other bed. Doreen rolled over to face me. "You start," she whispered.
Carefully I rolled the hem of the long, childish nightgown up until it was above my waist. Facing Doreen's bed, I knew that she could see the entire golden triangle below my belly. When I sat back on the bed, I turned just a little, feeling her eyes on my naked ass and its soft, downy cheeks, before I lounged back on the mattress. I left one foot on the floor and rested the other leg, the one furthest from her, on the bed.
Now, I knew, she could see straight between my open legs.
My pussy had started to cream the moment I had felt her tentative kiss on my neck in the hallway, and she must have seen how wet and glistening my cunt lips and clitoris were. Reaching down, I felt the thick swelling of my labia over my hole.
"Doreen, please, I feel embarrassed like this,"
I whispered. "Please, you, too....
Hesitantly, Doreen used her feet on her own bed for leverage, and she lifted her ass as she pulled her own nightgown up around her waist. Her cunt triangle was an ashen blonde, cooler in tone than mine as I had noted in the bathroom, but when she parted her legs, bending them at the knee and setting her furthest foot flat on the mattress, letting the other leg sag down, I saw that she was just as fiery red, and just as wet.
Her cunt lips, like the rest of her body, were quite delicate, and pretty shell-like petals couldn't cover her in that open position. I could see the seeping entrance to her womb.
We had both angled our hips instinctively towards each other, like two little school girls comparing cunts, and sitting up slightly, we looked openly at each other's pussy.
"You are so wet!" Doreen exclaimed. "Look how big and puffy your lips are."
"Look how delicate the hole of your tunnel is," I told her. "It looks just like a virgin's!"
To counter my claim, Doreen introduced two gentle fingers into the hole.
I gasped, overcome with erotic sensations, as I watched her push her fingers in a little at at time, her thumb resting discreetly on her clitoris which was now bulging lewdly in front of me.
How had my Daddy and Mitch ever been able to resist the sight of my masturbating! Doreen was letting her head fall back as she ran another trembling finger along the slick length of her cunt lips, tickling them.
I certainly couldn't resist, and Doreen only moaned when I leaned over her, replacing her fingers in her hole with my own.
I pressed gently, testing the warm resistance of soft, wet cunt flesh. My finger felt as if it were pressing straight to the core of the young woman's being as it disappeared inside of her. Slowly, I pressed a second finger in, and the resistance increased for a moment, then lessened as she started to open up more, her body carefully accommodating the pleasure I was giving her.
She was lost in the pleasure, and her face looked hot and flushed as I pressed him against it. Her lips were as soft as her pussy, and I parted them with my tongue, seeking hers.
Doreen slid her arm around my neck, pressing her gorgeous face tightly to mine as we kissed. Her tongue was smaller than any man's, and I liked the way she took her time teasing my mouth.
Her nightgown was crushed around her waist, and I released the lovely kiss for one reluctant second to undo the little buttons with one hand, for I refused to take my searching fingers out of her snatch. When her nightgown fell open, I placed the kiss on her big, soft tits instead of her mouth, and I began to tongue her nipples as softly and moistly as I had her mouth.
Now I knew why so many men are hooked on tits!
Doreen's nipples felt just right in my mouth, and it was such a fantastic sensation, much more exciting than tonguing my own tits as I had when I was a teenager. I could feel her nipples poking up, growing stiffer in my mouth, and then, beneath my other hand, her clit began to grow at the same speed.
"Rae Anne, take off your nightie, too."
"Yes, yes," I breathed, "here, help me off with it."
I tore my hands and mouth off of Doreen's body for a second as the woman knelt in front of me on the bed, pulling my gown off by the sleeves, gently working it up and over my head. For a moment, she just sat back on the bed facing me, the discarded gown in her hands as she looked at my naked body kneeling on the floor in front of her.
My nipples poked proudly towards her.
"I never thought, in all my life that I would ever make love with a woman!" she gasped. Her hand folded softly over my right boob, and in wonderment she squeezed the ripe jug.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are!"
"And you, too, Doreen."
I stood up, the effects of the alcohol wearing off as each moment my senses became clearer. We embraced, our breasts touching and sliding together as we kissed deeply again. Doreen's face was close to my chest, and as we broke the long kiss to come up for air, she rubbed her mouth all over my titties, licking my nipples and cooing with excitement.
I pressed her back onto the bed, throwing my body on top of hers.
My tits were drooping down into her face, and she sucked like a baby as I humped my hips up and down on top of hers. My clit was burning and rubbing hard into the moss of her pussy patch.
"Here, Doreen, like this, darling!" I groaned, leading one of the woman's hands down in between our bellies. I lifted my hips slightly and positioned her fingers into the vee between my legs.
Doreen knew just what to do.
Her slender fingers felt very much like my own, but better, as they combed through the dense, wet valley of my sex. She drove first one, then two, then three fingers into my hole while her thumb played on my clit.
I supported myself on one hand over her shoulders and rubbed my other hand down between her legs. She was so wet, and now our cunt juices were running together madly, pooling with the dew of sweat that was coating our passion-inflamed bodies. She had my clit between two fingers now, concentrating all her efforts there as she continued to suckle at my boobs, and I could feel a tremendous orgasm building inside of my womb.
The tremors slid and rushed along my sex, congregating in my clit. "Uhh," I groaned as the orgasm came over me, and I slipped my fingers right up inside of her, fucking her with almost all of my hand as I came.
Doreen could tell that I was coming, and when I opened my eyes, I could see that she had been watching me closely. Her eyes seemed misty as she said "That was so beautiful to watch. Rae, I wish I had come, too, but it was so wonderful to see how pink your face got, and how hard your nipples and clitty got just as you...."
I had caught my breath by now. "What do you mean, you wish you had come, too? Of course you are going to come, silly, what makes you think I would let you get away with NOT coming?" I licked her tits.
"OOh, but that feels good," she sighed, her pussy muscles trembling deliciously as they clenched my fingers. "Well, after Mikey comes, then we have to go to sleep, and I wouldn't want to make you stay up just to service me...."
"Service?" I sat back, my dripping cunt hovering right over Doreen's slit "Doreen, it's not a matter of servicing, like servicing a trick if you're a hooker! Does this feel like servicing?"
With that I caught the surprised woman's knees in my hands and scooted between her thighs. She stared down at me over her tummy as I lifted her thighs over my shoulders and settled down on my stomach, planting a wet, lingering kiss on her still throbbing clit
Gently I lapped a mouthful of cunt juice and swallowed it.
I had never made love to woman before, had never really even considered the possibility until a few weeks earlier, and here I was, my mouth working like an experienced pussy-licker's as I ran my lips all over Doreen's tiny cunt lips.
"Oh, Rae, that's wonderful! I can feel myself c-c-coming! Oh, don't stop!"
Doreen whimpered as I took my mouth away from her slit for a moment. I didn't want her to come so fast. I wanted to prolong her pleasure.
Delicately I placed my mouth back on her pussy, but this time I stayed away from her clit and just licked at the fluttering folds of her outer cunt flesh. The soft petals felt wonderful between my lips, and I rubbed them back and forth, using my teeth and lips and tongue to rub and push and explore the fat sleekness of the tissue. Oily cunt juices flooded my mouth, and I licked them right down.
Doreen began to fondle my hair, coaxing me to eat her more fully. "Suck me, Rae Anne," she groaned, "please make me come with your tongue! This is what I really need to come! Mikey never takes long enough, and just having something inside my pussy isn't enough to make me COME! I'M COMING!"
Doreen thrashed her hips wildly as the insertion of my tongue into her hole sent her over the edge and into her orgasm.
The convulsions of her cunt muscles sent loads of love juice out of her body, and I couldn't drink it all, at least not while I was so frantically screwing her with my tongue.
The bed was wet and the sheets tangled when at last she lay back, panting and pulling me up beside her, cuddling me in her arms.
"Who would have thought it could be so nice like that, with no man, I mean," she sighed. She lowered her head a little and kissed me, and I kissed back thoroughly. I knew that she would be tasting her own juices on my tongue and lips, and I loved the musky-sweet taste, and I knew she would too.
By morning, she would taste mine, too, straight from my cunt fountain, as I taught her, just before sunrise, how to lick me to orgasm.
But right then, as she sighed on my shoulder, we were both calm for a moment, both saving up our energy for another little love-making. "Rae," the Southern belle asked me after a moment of silent cunt-stroking, "we aren't, ah, lesbians, are we?"
I sat up, my fingers cupping her vee softly, and looked down at her naked body. She was damp with sweat and cunt juices, and her tits quivered gently with every breath she took. She was beautiful, and I was glad that I had had the chance to kiss her breasts and take her throbbing clit between my lips.
"No, honey," I smiled down at her as I took a little taste of her nipples. "We're not lesbians. We're just over-sensual women, I guess. I still crave cock, and I think you need to find the right cock, one that will take it's time in you pussy and rub against your slit lips, and tickle your ass hole. We'll find the right prick for you, Doreen, I promise. You are a wonderfully feminine woman, and you deserve a good, solid cock that will fuck you nice and slow and...."
"Rae, you're turning me on again," she smiled, sitting beside me. She leaned down, planting a kiss on my belly that sent thrills straight to my clit.
"Rae, I think the four of us are going to have a wonderful time, finding that perfect cock, but for the moment, would you show me how to lick your cunt the way you licked mine, hmmm?"
The next morning, Doreen and I showered together. It was wonderful how we could slip back and forth between being lovers and being girl friends, both married to pretty famous ballplayers.
"I think Mitch would approve of us two small town girls spending so much time together in the big city, don't you?" I asked her before we left the apartment to go meet Britt and Starr at the exclusive health spa and gym they both belonged to.
"Well," she drawled, "I think Mikey and Mitch would approve of the time, yes, but do you really think they would approve of the way you're rubbing that little hand of yours in my pussy? I know I approve, but Mikey might feel a little funny about sharing my clitty-ooh, pinch it like that again! with somebody else, especially his best friend's wife!"
We laughed, and I diddled Doreen to a quick, sharp climax before we got dressed.
In the cab we talked, holding hands under the cover of my mink coat so that the driver wouldn't see. "I think we have to stop thinking about Mitch and Mikey so much," I told the Woman. "Our little club, if that's what you want to call it, is just between us girls. And last night was very much between us girls." I felt my small town upbringing flooding me with a cloud of regret for a moment. "I think we better not let on to Britt and Starr that, you know, we fucked," I whispered in her ear.
Doreen surprised me. "I understand, I felt a little guilty a minute ago, too, but it was too wonderful for us to forget, don't you agree? I'm not saying that we're going to be lovers, or anything like that, but I don't think I'll have the nerve to go through with this search if we don't stay really close." Surreptitiously she slid a hand inside of my coat and massaged my breasts through my dress.
"We didn't do anything that a man doesn't do or at least want to every day of his life!"
"You said it, lady," the cabbie grinned into his rearview mirror as he pulled in front of the spa door. "That'll be three bucks even. And you two have a good time!"
Doreen and I were blushing and smiling as we went into the club.
The receptionist in her blue leotard and tights told us that Mrs. Britt Daniels and Mrs. Starr Bryant were waiting for us in the gym itself, and that we would find all the leotards and towels and toiletries we needed in the locker room. The gym was posh, that was for certain, made up to look like one of the luxury restaurants that contributed to the bulges that the rich women who worked out here were trying to get rid of. I noticed that none of the tanned women in the locker room, who seemed to feel no embarrassment as they stripped off their clothes and headed for the shower or climbed into clingy leotards, looked at all out of shape.
In fact, they looked pretty delicious .to me.
"Doreen," I whispered, "what would a man give to have a job in a place like this."
She shrugged, taking off her coat and dress after selecting a locker. I could see that her little nipples were hard as diamonds as, undressing and then pulling on the tight leotards, we watched each other and the other half-naked women. "I think some men do work here," she responded. "I came here with Starr once a month or two ago, and I noticed that the gym is supervised by a couple of muscle men. Hey, why not ... ? "
Her voice trailed off suggestively.
"Let's just see what kind of muscles they've got," I responded as we walked out of the locker room and into the mirrored gym.
Britt and Starr were peddling away on a pair of stationary bicycles. They smiled broadly as Doreen and I kissed their perspiring cheeks before hopping up on the two other bicycles opposite them.
The strong, older woman was pumping hard, and her face glowed where a terry cloth sweat band held her long, auburn hair out of her face. Starr was peddling a little more reservedly, but she looked equally flushed.
"Sleep well, everybody?" I greeted them.
I saw Britt and Starr exchange a look before Britt responded, "Better than we ... I mean, I, have in a long time, actually!"
Doreen looked at me, and licked her lips.
"You didn't by any chance," I asked the two women opposite us, "wind up in the same, ah, apartment last night, did you?"
The women smiled sheepishly. "Well, I did ask Starr to come over for coffee afterwards, and it turned out that my son was spending the night at his best friend's house, so it seemed only natural that...."
"Don't sweat it," Doreen piped in. "I guess you could say that we all expanded our sexual horizons last night!"
We laughed delightedly, and I could feel the pressure of the bicycle seat practically biting into my pussy as I imagined Britt and Stan-fucking.
"I think," I said, "that our little club is made up of a pretty adventurous team, don't you?"
The other three smiled.
"Well," I continued, "just take a look over there, will you?"
Together, four lustful faces peered at the two muscle men who were in charge of the smooth running of the exclusive club. The young men, who looked as if they were between eighteen and twenty-five, wore stretchy nylon jogging trousers and tight, sleeveless tank tops. They were engaged in adjusting some weights on one of the resistance machines.
"Pretty nice," Britt agreed. "I'm dying to get started, but surely they're a pretty hard pair to crack. After all, they spend all day around women, don't they, without going crazy, so possibly they won't be too responsive."
I looked at the other three. "Who wouldn't go crazy to have four hot women who look as good as we do making passes at them? Maybe nobody has just tried the right combination. But it might be a little too much for us to start off with, with just the two of them and the four of us."
I silently let the concept of a hot, group scene sink in as the other three stared at the two sexy guys. I had envisioned the four of us working over a pair of studs since five minutes after Britt and Starr had begun to warm to the idea of going on the make together last night. I knew it would take some getting used to, but I was willing to wait.
"For the moment, though, let's concentrate on getting ourselves a little closer to the Perfect Cock, singular, shall we?" I smiled.
I began, over the whir of the bicycle wheels, to outline some of the places I frequently to pick up men. I could tell that Britt was pumping like crazy, massaging her cunt against the bike's seat, as I began to tell her about the sixteen year old delivery boy I'd fucked. Starr gulped when I told them how my sexual adventures had started, with the Latin waiter who had sucked my pussy in Miami. Doreen groaned, making the others giggle, when I told them about The Women's Room and the hot, humpy studs who worked there.
"Let's do this," I finished, feeling, as did the others, that I was the unofficial leader of our little club. "Let's each go out and have a starting-off affair. It's so easy, really, to find a good-looking guy and get his cock up your cunt, honest. I know, you're scared, but if we're going to do this, and help each other find the right men, we've got to just plunge in. It's easy, you'll see!"
"I think Rae Anne is right, " Britt nodded. "I think you've got to make allowances for us, though, Rae, since not everybody is as experienced in getting what she wants as you are. Do you have any suggestions about what we should do, or what kind of prick, I mean, guy we should look for?"
"Well, I think maybe Starr should go look for a boy who can give her cunt a very long, slow licking, unless of course, last night,. . ? "
Starr laughed and Britt blushed.
"Well, just a little more experience couldn't hurt!" the younger woman dimpled.
"Fine. Why don't you go to The Women's Room. I know that it isn't quite in the spirit of the hunt, but you'll get a very good cunt-lashing, if you tell the stud that that is what you want. They're experts with their tongues, I'm sure, as well as their dicks."
Starr nodded.
"Now remember, ladies," I cautioned the others, "Starr will have complete anonymity there, but we have to be more careful about whom we fuck and suck. I know I've been a trifle foolish in the past, as Doreen pointed out last night, and any sharp ball fan might have connected the name on my front door with The Cougars, but once one of us finds a good, discreet, hot-hung guy, we can pass him around, agreed?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Doreen squealed. Starr stood up, walking towards the locker room. We were all a little stiff from working out.
"I have a feeling," Britt told me in the showers, "we're all going to be in pretty good shape by the time this is over."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Got a light?" I asked the truck driver. The burly, rough featured man looked down out of his cab in surprise. Who would have thought that a broad in a mink would be asking him for a light in this deserted roadside rest stop?
"I see you're smoking, so I thought you must have a light," I said quietly, waiting for him to respond.
"Sure, lady, I got a light, hold on a minute."
The man turned to the seat beside him as I waited patiently on the ground, looking up at the cab. He was smiling a rough but inviting smile when he extended the lighter down to me.
"I can't reach; wait for me," I instructed him. Carefully placing one high-heeled foot on the step of his cab, I lightly pulled myself up by holding onto the side of his open window. Now I could see right into the cab, and my face was even with his.
"There, now light my fire," I punned.
The idea of making it with a truck driver had occurred to me as the four of us had left the gym the morning before. We promised that we would meet back at the spa in forty-eight hours, and have at least one good sex experience to tell. Up until then, I had stuck to the bars and hotels close to home, in the center of civilized New York City. I'd driven most of the night to get to this out of the way spot in the middle of nowhere, and now my gamble had paid off.
The truck driver could see, now that I was on his level, that inside my mink coat only a black lace bra covered my big, bouncing tits.
His eyes bulged.
"Aren't you cold like that, lady?" he asked softly.
"Not half so cold as I am on bottom; my ass is just about frozen off. Do you think I could hop in there and warm up a little?"
"It's getting hotter by the minute," he grinned.
I stepped down off of the truck and the man swung open the door. Since we were alone in the pre-dawn mist of the lonely rest stop, I let my coat swing all the way open as I jumped back up and into the cab.
His eyes opened even further when he saw that I had been right; my ass would have been frozen off considering the little g-string and garter belt I was wearing between me and my coat.
The driver's heavy wool trousers and plaid wool shirt felt prickly and warm as I straddled his lap. As I had started to vault over him, he had gripped me by the waist, his callused hands clutching my bare skin inside the coat, and I didn't try to move away.
In fact, I sat down heavily on his lap, feeling the thrilling first touch of a hardening cock against the flimsy lace of my g-string.
The man took my cigarette from between my lips and set it in the ashtray. He was about forty, with a sunburned face that showed deep, masculine lines around the eyes and mouth, his lips full and cruel looking as they parted in a smile.
"I don't know what your game is, lady," he leered as his hands moved slowly up from my waist and caressed the undersides of my firm tits through my bra. "I never pay for this, no matter how good-looking the box is."
I shook my head, feeling the heat in my pussy rising as his huge hands unhooked the clasp in the front of my bra and my fragile breasts tumbled into the stranger's fingers. "I'm not asking you to pay," I breathed as he managed to cup every inch of my boobs in those rough paws of his. My nipples felt ready to explode with stiffness as they were pinched between curious fingers.
"In that case, you're a hot little rich housewife with time on her horny little hands," he surmised.
I groaned that he was right as he suddenly lifted both of my tits at once and raised them to his open mouth.
Teeth sank into my flesh, and I was groaning all the more, grinding my cunt against his lap. Hardness met my clit, and I drove my hips up and down on his groin, feeling his shaft struggle and surge under me. He pulled my hands to my chest, forcing me to lift my own tits to his mouth as he reached under my ass and pussy and began to rip at his fly.
Hot, spongy cock, at least nine inches of it, sprung into my belly, and I sobbed with the hot, wild excitement of this crazy trucker as he tore off my g-string as easily as ripping a piece of paper in two. He was lifting me up, his fingers under my cunt, lifting my by my own slit lips, and then bringing me down, without even having caressed my cunt before slamming me onto his dick.
"Jesus," I said between gritted teeth as he pushed me down, and I felt inch after inch of cock spearing me. I had already been wet, playing with myself as I sat in the parked Mercedes, waiting for some trucker to happen along, but I hadn't been that juiced up! My cunt walls hadn't ballooned out the way they do when somebody gets me all heated up with his tongue or fingers in my cunt, and now this rough nine inch prick was prying me open for all it was worth.
I was gasping, eyes closed, as the trucker made me take it all. A hot whisper, coming to me from the other side, made me jump.
"Well, Jake, looks like you found a live one, eh? Enough to go around?"
Another trucker was leering down at me, his eyes taking in all of my bare tits and the hot cock which was piercing my cunt.
The other man was in the cab, reaching out, and now he had my left tit clasped in his hand!
"Meet Sal, my cab mate," the one called Jake introduced us as Sal bit the tip of my hard nipple by way of introduction. "We always drive together, eat together, and now we're even gonna fuck together!"
It was all too much, and suddenly I wanted out, back to the safety of straight, easy pick-ups in New York City, but as that other hot mouth closed around my boob and the cock in my quim dug even higher towards my cervix, I began to turn on all the more. Looking down into Sal's lap, I saw that he had a mean, big erection pointing into the seams of his jeans, and I worked one hand down between his legs, testing the girth of it.
Big, and hot, and I wanted it in me!
"Think you can handle all this, Wifey?" Jake asked. He had his hand down under my slit again, feeling the way my cunt lips were plumping up and shimmering with slick juices. He tapped one hard fingertip against my bulbous clit head, and I groaned.
"Think you two can handle ME?" I sobbed in response, feeling Sal's fingers sliding over the smooth curves of my ass, catching for a moment on the suspenders and stockings as he fondled my butt cheeks, his mouth pressed tightly against my tits.
For a moment, there was a mouth on each of my tits, and I felt the shudder of a strong, hard orgasm breaking over me. I shivered from head to toe as my pussy clutched Jake's cock, gobbling at the meaty shaft, drawing the last inch of thick prick inside.
His hot, hairy balls scratched my tender pussy as I sank fully onto his dick.
"I think she can handle 'most anything," Sal judged from the strength of my climax. "Any gal who can get off with just a couple of tit suckers."
"And a hard on up her snatch," Jake corrected him.
"Hell, she ain't seen nothing yet," the other crude trucker leered. He was working down the zipper of his jeans as I lolled on Jake's lap. The man had slowed his frantic assault on my cunt tunnel now that I was impaled fully on his dick, and I just rested there as I watched Sal's purple-headed meat come into view.
He was a full eight and a half inches, and maybe even a little thicker than the other man. His knob was pointed, like an arrow, and it slid quickly into my throat as the trucker laughed and hauled my face to his lap.
I felt my cunt muscles spasm instinctively as that second cock speared my face. It was practically rape, the way the two men were handling me, but I had planned the rape, and I was getting off on their vulgar use of my body.
Obscene squishing noises issuing from my cunt and my mouth, I rocked up and down, back and forth, mouth and slit full to the hilt.
"Nice and wet yet, Sal?" Jake groaned after a moment. He was fingering the fringes of my sex and trailing slick girl-come back up to my open ass hole, frigging it just a little as I squirmed on his prick.
"Jesus, couldn't get much wetter," the other agreed, touching the base of his cock where it shuddered beneath my nibbling lips. "Take her just the way we did that social maven back in Seattle? Right in the cab, or you wanna haul her into the John for a change of scene?"
"Man, I like this scene just fine!" Jake moaned.
I couldn't understand their conversation, and as Sal lifted my face from his lap, and sat me upright again, I started to ask the man whose cock I was fucking what the two of them were going on about.
"Just this, lady, just this!"
The strong, muscular legs bent beneath mine swung around on the seat, and I was pivotted on Jake's lap, too, until he was sitting with his back against the locked side of his cab door. My knees scraped the door handle hard as I felt Sal angling my hips up with one hand, the other pressing against my waist, pinning my torso to Jake's chest.
Sal was kneeling between Jake's outstretched legs, and I knew what was about to happen.
"Please, gentle, please," I sobbed. "I've never had two at once!"
I knew that Sal's thick cock was about to drive into my ass hole, and I bore down on my pelvic muscles, urging the tight, tiny sphincter to yield easily to him.
I wasn't going to try to stop this butt fuck.
I wanted it bad!
"Man, she's had it up the ass before, but not too often," Sal grunted as his tool pried into the puckered brown hole. I was crushed against Jake, whose fingers still worked against the stiff stem of my clit, and the sexy sensation helped to ease the hot, tight passage into my butt.
Sal gained about an inch, and I felt him rest for a moment with just the tapered knob jammed into my rectum. He was a strong man, and could easily have broken me in two, but he took it slow, and soon another couple of inches were in my ass. With that headway made, he began to twist his hips a little and start a subtle fucking motion, gaining a fraction of an inch with each new thrust into me.
All three of us gasped as Sal finally bumped the last of his cock into me. Eight and a half inches up my ass, a good nine in my slit, and I was sobbing for more!
"Fuck me, you two! Make me come but good! Whip it into me now!"
The truckers laughed, and as Sal set the motion, being on top, Jake began to follow it. The pressure in my pussy lessened a little as Sal pulled back and Jake dug in, and then they reversed the situation, I was tossed and fucked like a doll between the two lust-happy truckers.
I could feel the tip of Jake's cock rubbing hotly against the sheath of my pussy, the thin wall between cunt passage and anus barely cushioning the rough, bumpy sensation of one cock from the other. With only my cunt wall in between, their cocks ground in and out of me.
"It's happening," I sobbed, "I'm starting to come, oh yeah, make me COME!" The obscene words broke from my lips as the men sped up their movements.
I remember the distinct sensation of shirt buttons biting into my back and into my tits at they same time as the men came, too, the hot friction of my spasming twat too much for either of them to hold off any longer.
I also remember driving back to the city with my mink coat hiked up around my waist to keep the gism in ass and cunt from staining and matting the fur.
"It was perfect,"! told my three Perfect
Cock Seekers the next day in the steam room of the spa. "They gave me the fuck of a lifetime, I came and came, and I'll never see either of them again. They didn't even ask me my name. Perfect."
Britt, Starr and Doreen were staring at me in amazement through the mist. "You're the craziest woman I ever met!" Starr exclaimed at last. We were alone in the steam room, having booked the little corner of the spa for an hour, as was the practice there, and Starr freely leaned down and kissed me on the mouth.
"I think Rae Anne wins the prize for the boldest fuck, don't you?" she asked the others.
"Well, we all tried our best, too!" Doreen mock pouted.
I had been the last of the four of us to tell her tale that morning. Steam damped towels under our naked fannies, we sat on the hot tiles and shared what had occurred in the last forty-eight hours.
Starr had gone to The Women's Room and requested a massage with Dirk, a heavily muscled young man with kinky hair and long moustache. Having heard my story, she wasn't at all embarrassed when the man asked her if she wanted anything special with her massage.
"A good cunt sucking, young man," she ordered him. "And see to it that I come at least twice!"
"I felt like a duchess, ordering that proud stud down on his knees and forcing him to tongue my slit," Starr confessed to us. "But when he got his tongue in my hole, and was rubbing his nose against my clit, and he started to finger my ass hole, well, I felt more like a bitch in heat! I came all over the man, and when he looked up at me after about half an hour of cunt licking, his moustache was absolutely plastered to his face with saliva and come. You know what I did next?" she asked excitedly, squirming on the tiles. .
We nodded for her to continue. "Then I sucked him! He sat on the edge of the table, with his legs sort of dangling over the side, and he told me just how to suck him! I couldn't believe the way the man was talking to me, using all those hot words to show me what to do. 'Suck harder, lick me under the tip, stick your lingers between my ass cheeks, tongue my balls!' It was great, and I jerked myself off while I sucked him." The young Starr giggled with delight. "I'm not sure which I like best, cunt juice or gism!"
With that, she leaned over and kissed Britt, the woman who had introduced her to the former elixir.
Britt had smiled and told her adventure. She had gone to a local bar, but noticed that very few of the men there were anywhere near her own age. "I felt sort of silly chatting to a guy ten years younger than me, although I don't think thirty-five is too old for getting laid." Looking at Britt's beautiful naked body, with its long, handsome legs and generous, sloping ass and tits, I knew that she would be able to have her pick of any man or woman she wanted.
"So, I went home, feeling sort of useless at not being able to work up any enthusiasm over those twenty-five year old guys, and who should I find but our building super's son working on the leaky faucet I'd asked his father to fix last month. The kid was about eighteen, maybe nineteen, and as we chatted, him with his beautiful ass tilting up at me as he worked on the sink, well, I just got ideas!"
She had reached right out and clasped a hand around one of his firm buttocks, and the kid had been shocked for about one second before he started to turn on. "He got my clothes off and his cock inside my twat up on the kitchen table in less time than it takes to come; I know, because I came the moment that hot dick slammed into my pussy! It was fantastic, with him coming at least three times that hour. He took me on the table, on the floor, and pinned up against the sink. It was just straight, hot fucking, but it was just what I needed. He goes away to college, so I don't think I have to worry about him running into my husband when the season starts."
"That's true, the men will be back-occasionally next week," Doreen said at that point. "We'll have to start up a pretty strict schedule to cover each other and still get all the cock we need at the same time. Well, I don't have to worry about the guy I had running into Mikey and letting the cat out of the bag. Mine didn't speak English! I had suggested to Doreen that she might try to find a nice, gentle man who could help erase the memories of her first, painful ass fuck, and she had.
"I thought to myself, What better place to find a nice Greek-style lover than in a Greek restaurant?" the Southern belle told us. In one of the Greek-owned coffee shops that dot New York City, she had found the perfect man, a dark-haired cook who was making eyes at her from the kitchen. "I just waited around until he changed his clothes to go home, and then I cornered him on the street. He knew what I wanted, his cock knew at least, so we didn't need English to get the message across. We went back to the nearest hotel, and I had him hard and begging to fuck me within seconds. I jerked him off over my tits, though, so that he could wait a little longer for my pleasure, the way you taught me" Doreen stroked my naked thigh in the steam room "and then I had him tongue my ass hole. I felt embarrassed at first, but he was getting off on it so much that pretty soon I was shoving my hot hole right at him. When he finally took me, it was easy, and smooth, and I came!"
She kissed me with an open mouth, and I could feel my nipples get hard even in that hot room as I imagined her naked, with a dark, throbbing dick in her ass.
"Thank you, Rae Anne," the woman whispered to me. "I owe you a lot!"
I blushed, trying to conceal my arousal from the others as I said "Silly! Now let me tell my adventure."
As I related the events of the morning before, not leaving out one detail of my double-fuck with the truck drivers. I could feel, however, that my arousal was taking me over again.
"That's the sexiest thing I ever heard!" Doreen moaned when I finished. "I feel as if I have to go out and get a cock inside me right now!" She rolled her eyes back and sighed, her naked triangle looking all hot with mist and sex. "I've really gotten into this club thing," she moaned, shifting on the tiles to ease the pressure in her cunt which, if it was anything like the pressure in mine, was bordering on painful. "Now I feel that if I don't get laid right this very second, I'm gonna die!"
"I'd hate for that to happen, just when you're all beginning to see why I just couldn't get enough cock once I'd started fooling around," I smiled. Doreen shifted her feet a little as I sat down on the bench next to her. With the movement, her legs parted and hot, swollen lips of her cunt parted wetly, peeling back to show the entire slash of her quim.
The four of us were silent. The soft, musky aroma of pussy filled the heat-laden air.
"I can't let you die," I smiled at Doreen, sliding along the hot tiles until the side of my hip grazed hers and we held our faces only inches apart. "I haven't got a cock, it's true, but I think I might be able to help a little in the meantime...."
I was aware that Britt and Starr were watching us from the top bench as our mouths met and tongues licked at each other's lips. They drifted quickly out of my consciousness as Doreen moaned and let her chest throb against mine, our wet tits slipping and caressing one another. All I knew was the sensation of ten female fingers digging into my thighs as they parted my legs and squeezed the fat, puffy lips of my cunt.
A sob from the other side of the steam room brought me back to reality. As Doreen lay back on the bench, pulling me over and around on top her, directing my cunt and ass down on her face, I could see Britt and Starr clinging together on the other side of the room. Starr had her face buried in Britt's warm tits, suckling the older woman, while Britt moaned and drove two digits into Starr's warm pussy.
The mist in the room was like a discreet curtain, but I broke through it, touching Britt's cheek as I hovered over Doreen, my cunt sitting squarely over the young woman's face. Britt opened her eyes, startled at the touch, and then she settled back, smiling and moving over a little closer to Doreen and me.
Starr eagerly slipped down and off of the bench to the floor at Britt's command, and kneeling on the tiles, Starr arched her back and craned her neck to get one of Britt's thick nipples back into her mouth. I took the other, and the woman crooned and sobbed with the double tit sucking.
My hips were bouncing on Doreen's face, and I felt the woman clawing at my ass, urging me to lick her pussy, too. "Go on," Britt sighed as I reluctantly moved my face from her boob. "Here, I'll help!"
Reaching between Doreen's open thighs, Britt softly peeled the wet lips of the girl's cunt further apart. One hand held the soft, moist bush on Doreen's belly up and back, making the girl's clit pop straight out of its little hood, and the other pointed with its index finger into Doreen's hole.
Doreen sobbed, practically biting my clitty, as Britt gently inserted one finger into her open gash.
"Now, you lick her, too," Britt breathed to me, and I did, dipping my head down over Doreen's snatch and taking the hot stem of clitoris between my lips. I pulled my lips back over my teeth, so that Doreen's clit would be surrounded by a firm, hard, yet cushioned caress.
With her clit in my mouth, and giving her an occasional lick further down her slit, I could tell that between my tongue and Britt's fingers, Doreen coming like wildfire.
I was coming, too, my first orgasm touched off by the sight of Starr moving her mouth from Britt's titty to her clit. Britt sagged back on the bench, her pelvis almost off the edge of the tiles as she bounced under Starr's tongue. With each thrust of her hips, Britt drove her finger all the harder into Doreen's cunt hole.
Starr was sitting back on her heels, digging her foot against her clit as she rubbed her boobs against Britt's shins and thighs. In a moment, I promised myself, I'll get down on the floor and run my fingers into Starr's little pussy, but right now I I "I'm coming!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
And so it went for the next couple of weeks. Our "Club" meetings were held in the steam room of the sap, or in Doreen's apartment, or my duplex, but they didn't all end like the first one, an all out orgy of hot women making each other. Remember, we were after cock, first and foremost!
Those first days were full of sexual tension, which accounts for the way the four of us fell on each other with open mouths and open cunts that afternoon; it also accounts for the weekend afternoon when, at her request, I gave Starr a guided tour of my collection of dildos and vibrators.
"Mitch is crazy not to give you all the sex you can handle, Rae Anne," she sighed as she watched me push a big, nubbly-surfaced vibro into my snatch hole. "You are the hottest thing I ever met! Now, if that were a real cock, God, I'd be coming, too!"
"Show me what would happen if it were a real cock," I moaned to the woman who, still clothed and watching me press the vibro under my skirt, sat at the edge of the bed. "Show me what would happen; show me how it would fuck me!"
Using all her might, Starr rocked the vibrator into me, sending me back, hard, on the bed. She tentatively switched the motor on, thrilling to the sensations that the thing sent through my pussy and down to her fingertips.
Tentively, she rested the buzzing tip on my clitoris.
I sucked her tits, hanging over her bra and out of her blouse, as she kept one hand glued to the vibro, turning it up every time I came, until I felt as if I would never stop climaxing.
When it was her turn, I added a cock ring to the machine, one with a bumpy little clit massager attached. Her cries almost brought the roof down.
We were all crazy for that first week or so, knowing that our husbands would be home soon, even though their play schedule kept them away from us and on the road three nights out of every five.
The more we fooled around, trying to top each other in finding more satisfying cocks and more outrageous ways to get laid, the more sex we needed. The more that the men we fucked turned us on, the more we began to fool around with each other.
And the more pussy we got, the more cock we wanted to fill those deep, hungry places where a tongue can never reach and which a dildo can never satisfy.
The afternoon that Britt stopped by and settled down on my sofa, I knew that she hadn't come by to play sex games. She had something on her mind that even a good fuck couldn't solve.
"I'm concerned about Bill," she blurted out at last. "I know a boy's sex life is none of his mother's concern, but I am really worried about the boy."
"What's the matter with his sex life?" I asked. I had met the boy at a garden party earlier in the week. If he grew up to look anything like his dad, as he seemed to already, I told Britt, then he should have nothing to worry about. Britt's description of her husband's big cock had left us all breathless one afternoon.
"Well, that's just it, Rae," she said. "I want Bill to grown up to be a good, generous lover, who doesn't feel he has to dole out his come the way his father feels. As I see it, Bill is still a little young to have a girlfriend, and he and his friends seem to spend so much money on girlie magazines that I am sure none of them can be getting the real thing yet."
She breathed deeply. "I ... I have seen Bill jerking off in his bedroom; sometimes he leaves the door open a crack at night when he thinks I've already gone to bed. He had a really nice looking cock, already as big as his father's dick. But the thing is, if he hangs out on the road with his father this summer, the way he did last summer, I'm sure he won't stand a chance. His father's ideas about women are pretty old-school. He'll teach the boy that making love to a woman means getting your rocks off, not hers!"
Britt was on the verge of tears when she finished speaking.
I put my arms around the woman as she sniffed. Bill was a good-looking boy, alright, and it would be a shame if a single candidate for Perfect Cockdom was lost to the women of the world just because his father had old-fashioned ideas.
Britt, I knew, couldn't very well step in and tell the boy about sex. I had already guessed, and her comments that she had "accidentally" seen her son jerking off confirmed my suspicions, that she had a bit of a hard-on, as it were, for her son. Even if she didn't realize it, I noticed that most of the men she fucked while a member of the Club were about half her age.
If she had to sit down with Bill and talk about women and sex, she would probably end up fucking him herself, and I knew that neither the woman nor the young boy would be able to handle the guilt. They were too close.
"Britt," I said calmly, "I would like to teach Bill how to fuck. Do you think he would like that?"
"Doesn't everybody love making it with you, Rae Anne!" she exclaimed. "I guess that's sort of the reason I had in the back of my head when I came here. I could arrange to be out of town next week, maybe go to the first couple of games on the road, too. That would be perfect. Oh, Rae, you've made me a very happy mother!"
So, it was arranged that easily that I would initiate her son to sex.
I don't mind telling you that I was haunted by fantasies of Bill's seduction for the next couple of weeks until Mitch and rest of The Cougars came back to the city.
When Mitch got home, his thick, sperm-pumping cock was just what I needed to get my mind off the imminent seduction. I even managed to convince Mitch that just because I liked to wear lacy bras and suspender belts now that it didn't mean I was any less the sweet country girl he had married. Just the sheer, honest force with which I flung my husband down onto the bed that first night he was back was enough to tell him that I needed HIS cock more than anything in the world.
And the crazy part of it was, I had no intentions of giving up my double life. In fact, neither did any of the others, and Doreen had mentioned to me that two other Cougar wives, Mary and Beth, were beginning to hint to her that they knew something was going on.
"Should we expand our membership, do you think?" Doreen asked.
"The more the merrier, I guess," I responded. "There are three out of town games this week, so it might be a good time to get to know them better, But for the moment, you'll have to let me go, Doreen. I've got something on my mind."
"Something like a cock?" Doreen laughed.
"Something like that," I told her before hanging up the phone to go take a shower and change into a pair of old jeans and a tee-shirt that I hadn't worn since I'd married Mitch.
The perfect outfit, I had decided, for seducing Bill.
Britt had accompanied her husband to the first three Cougar games, her newly awakened sexual hunger making her all the more anxious to be with her husband. "Maybe I can teach that old dog some new tricks," she had laughed, "so long as you teach my young puppy all the right tricks!"
Bill had been disappointed when he had to stay home alone until school ended, but his mother had assured him that pretty Mrs. Ramsey, whom he met at the garden party, would be looking after him, stopping by each evening to make his dinner.
Mitch and Britt's husband were pleased as punch that their families were getting along so well.
I had devised all sort of plans for seducing the boy, but I hadn't counted on finding the young stud jerking off on his parents' bed when I got there. Letting myself into the house with the keys that Britt had given me, I had expected Bill to be in school when I arrived. I hadn't known it was a school holiday that afternoon, or that the boy, a long afternoon ahead of him, would have settled down on his parents' big bed for a nice, long jack off.
Britt had been right. The boy had a beautiful cock!
The boy didn't see me at first, and I had at least a minute in which to study the thickly veined cock that he gripped in his right hand. Warm, round balls bounced just inside the open fly of his jeans. I could feel my cunt getting sticky inside my own jeans, and since I wasn't wearing panties, it was easy for me to slide my hand into my crotch and rub the hot little peak of my clit.
Bill had a couple of girlie mags open on the bed, and when he opened his eyes to reach for one, he saw me.
He saw me standing there with one hand in my pants, rubbing furiously at my clit, and the other gripping one of my big, swollen tits!
"Mrs. Ramsey! Oh, shit, I didn't know you were here! Oh, God," the boy stumbled over his words as he lay on the bed, too mortified to even move. It took him a moment in his embarrassment to really see what I was doing.
I smiled at the boy. "It's alright, Bill, really. I have a brother just about your age at home, and I know that growing up can be pretty, well, horny at times. I'm not shocked, really."
I continued to smile as I walked closer to the bed.
I had pulled one wet fingered hand out of my crotch, and let my braless tits swing freely in my old tee-shirt. He did look a little like my brother Stan at that.
Bill's cock was losing some of its hardness from the shock of seeing someone in the room, but I knew that I would have the horny fifteen year old hard again in no time. "W-w-what were you doing just now?" he asked me in a small voice.
"The same as you," I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. The boy moved to sit up and pull his fly over his rapidly shrinking cock, but I put one hand on his wrist to stop him. "Let me ask you, don't you think that girls have to jerk off sometimes, too?"
"Hell, no," came his quick reply. He was looking at me with interest now, and I could see that his cock was beginning to come around again as I pressed my fingers into the boy's arm. "Girls aren't the same as guys, no disrespect, Ma'am, but they haven't got the same needs as men, my father told me."
"Bull shit," I told the boy. "Maybe women have even more needs than men, did you ever think of that, but most men don't know how to take care of them, did anyone ever tell you that?" The boy shook his head.
"Well, reading magazines like that and talking with your dad, you couldn't be expected to know," I soothed him, rubbing my fingers up his arm. It was a slender, well-muscled arm, the arm of boy who plays a lot of sports. "Has anyone ever shown you how to make love to a woman, Bill?" I asked him, touching his cheek.
He shook his head.
"Would you like me to show you?" I asked softly. I pulled the boy's startled face to mine even before he had the chance to answer, and ran my tongue silkily over his lips. Eagerly, he began to thrust his tongue into my mouth, banging my teeth and lips hard.
"Hey, fella, slow down," I told him. "When in doubt, always proceed with caution. Same in sports as in fucking, take it easy when you take it!"
A weak joke, I know, but it broke the tension, and the two of us were laughing as I tumbled the boy back on the bed. We kissed deeply, gently, and I pulled the boy's hands to my chest, letting him take his time in feeling how my nipples got hard, and then as I removed my tee-shirt, how my skin became flushed.
He was an avid tit-licker, like his mother!
"Umm, that's wonderful, Bill," I told him. "Now, let's take off our clothes and really make love. Let me help you with that."
We peeled out jeans off, and suddenly I had the sense that I had really missed something when I was a teenager. It would have been such sexy fun to fool around with some randy football stud on his parents' big bed when they were at work and we had just got out of school. I felt about fifteen as Bill worked his inexperienced fingers into my pussy, drawing them back and forth in amazement. He couldn't believe his luck in having such a luscious teacher for his first fucking lesson.
We hugged happily, and that big cock of his felt as hard as one of Mitch's bats as it lay against my belly. "Darling, I want to make you come now, but that doesn't mean that I want to finish yet, understand?" I told him. "I want you inside me, but I want it to last, sooo...."
The young boy gulped as I bent my head over his cock and took it right into my mouth. With a soft, swirling movement, I wetted his shaft with my tongue and gently sucked at the same time. My hands gripped the boy's muscled ass cheeks, holding him steady as he got his first blow job.
"That's unreal," he groaned. "So soft, like a butterfly, I can't believe how much better it feels than they say in the books, it's like, it's like, it's COMING!" he groaned, bucking his hips uncontrollably as a volley of come spewed into my mouth. I swallowed it all.
"Would you like to do the same for me?" i murmured to the boy who was rubbing my tits and cunt. He had recovered from his orgasm so quickly that I was surprised. Ah, youth, I thought to myself as impetuous fingers gripped my boobs and his meat began to swell again.
"Oh, yes," he breathed, and I had the boy lie down between my legs as I instructed him, a pillow under my ass, in the joys of cunt licking.
"Just rub my clit a little with your tongue, don't push too hard yet; I'll be able to take more pressure in a minute, but right now, be gentle, slide it back and forth and then take it between your lips. That's the way! Now, Billy, suck the lips, those big folds of flesh, into your mouth and run your tongue between them. Oh, honey, that's wonderful!"
The boy was a natural love-maker!
When my cunt was good and juicy, and his cock was rock-hard from the aphrodasiac taste of pussy juice, I asked the boy to come up for a kiss.
Kneeling between my legs, the boy stretched up to reach my face, and I drank my come from his lips. I wrapped one hand around his shaft, and Bill groaned as I dragged his meat down to my slit.
The thick bulb slid sensuously between the folds of flesh, and I directed the boy to help me. "Hold the lips apart," I told him, "and I'll direct you inside. Relax, darling, you're doing fantastic!"
With my praise in his ears and my cunt lips flapping around his meat, Bill shoved his cock into my slit. "Oh, God!" was all he could utter as he felt the warm, incomparable sensation of cunt flesh wrapping around his shaft, pulling him into his first fuck.
I had the boy lie still inside of me for a minute, getting used to the rich, voluptuous feeling of a woman's fuck sheath. His handsome young face was buried in between my tits, and I directed one of the thick nipples into his mouth, knowing that worrying the succulent nubbin would distract him from the overpowering urge to come.
In a moment, the boy had gained his breath, and he began the instinctive primitive thrusting. I was moaning, telling him how good it was, and whispering of all the other ways we could fuck when he came, grinding into my cunt so well that my clit responded to the perfect rhythm, and I came too.
At a moment of rest, I went down on the boy once again, telling him around the gag of his prick in my mouth that coming was as natural for a woman as it was for a man. "It's just that not too many men understand that it takes a woman, sometimes, a little longer to come, and they get impatient and greedy and leave the lady hanging. I think, though, they weren't taught very well...."
"Not as well as I've been taught," the boy grinned, sitting up and pulling me back down on all fours. His cock bounced against my ass cheeks. "What about this, Mrs. Ramsey? If I fuck you from the back, then I can touch your tits and rub your, ah, what did you say it was called again?"
"Clitoris, Bill. Clitty to its friends."
"Your clit, that's it. I can rub it, and then you'll come all the more!"
He was right, too.
Britt couldn't believe the change in her young son when she got back to town after the first out of town games. "He's dating at least a dozen girls," she told me, "and the crazy thing is, the girls call HIM!"
Sitting across from me in my living room while our husbands played ball in Denver that day, she smiled broadly. "I don't know what you taught that boy, but I wish his father would learn it, too!" We laughed. One of the rules of our club was that the Perfect Cock Hunt did not extend into the other members' bedrooms; Britt, Starr, Doreen, and now Mary and Beth's husbands were all off limits to me, as Mitch was to them.
It didn't matter though, since there were so many other men in New York to choose from. We were about five weeks into the season, the men had been out of town more days than anybody had expected, with some rainouts and rescheduled games.
Nobody cared, though, because it looked like The Cougars would make it into the World Series again, as usual, with Mitch Ramsey pitching more no-hitters than anybody could remember. I think to some extent, all the excitement was turning me on to Mitch even more than usual.
Poor man, on the nights that he was in town, trying to get some rest, I was all over him, playing with his cock and rubbing his chest. One night when he was particularly tired, I even popped his cock into my mouth and sucked it until he came; he was too tired to protest that cocksucking wasn't a fit activity for a small town girl like me.
"Gotta get you out of this city, Rae," he murmured as he fell asleep. "Not that I didn't enjoy it, honey, can't deny that" with a tummy full of sperm I could testify to that-"but you just seem different somehow than when I married you. Would you like to move back to California?"
"But Mitch, the team? What about The Cougars? If I were in California, I would NEVER see you!"
"Well," he murmured, rolling over, "I'm working on something. We'll see."
Mitch didn't mention the move again, and I didn't press him. In fact, I really forgot about it, what with my first spring and summer in New York, and all the new men who seemed to be springing out of the woodwork. Spring makes everybody horny, and I was still looking for the Perfect Cock.
Although, it had seemed that night that I had finally sucked Mitch's cock that my husband came closer than anybody to that description.
Still, he was out of town all the time, wasn't he? And I was at least a million light years ahead of him in the scope of my desires, wasn't I?
That's what I kept telling myself, at least.
Mary and Beth were very attractive girls, closer to me in age than they were to the others in the original group, but they proved to be fantastic cocksuckers and real fans of every form of fucking. I know, you see, because the six of us celebrated the five month anniversary of the forming of the club with an orgy in my duplex, and I got to see them all in action.
I carefully removed the plaque that said "Mr. and Mrs. Mitch Ramsey" from the front of the door before anybody arrived. Two of the men, the muscle-builders from the gym, knew who we were, but they were used to laying rich ladies and keeping their mouths shut, except for cunt-licking, that is. The other four were ones that the girls had picked up recently on the streets, ones who had proved to be good, long-lasting fuckers and resourceful cunt suckers. They didn't know anything about the six women who greeted them, bare-assed and bearing martinis at the door, except that we were all pretty hot to trot.
It was a dream come true for most of them, I'm sure, to be treated to an evening of constant fucking and sucking, not to mention the sight of two or three women making love to each other when the studs were catching their breath. I may never get another chance to experience what I had that night, and the memory is still very vivid.
What woman would forget the feeling of having a man underneath her, his cock buried in her quim, another kneeling behind her, his prick in her ass, another rubbing his meat in her mouth, and then a fourth lover, this one female, nibbling at her tits? Whenever I opened my eyes, I could see pairs or trios or foursomes fucking on the big white sofa, or two ladies, like Britt and Mary, "69"ing on the floor as two men with huge hard-ons searched for a way to sink their meat into the women's wet pussies. I came thirty-four times that night, I counted, finally tapering off around dawn as one last nine inch cock sawed into me on my king size bed.
I was a long way from my small town beginnings.
Something about that evening haunted me when it was over. Sure, I could feel my pussy juicing every time I recalled the way the pair of muscle builders had lifted me in the air, impaling my cunt on one cock and holding my arms around the other's waist so that, suspended in mid-air, I could suck the other's cock. It had been an ultimate turn-on, that was for sure, but somehow, it left me feeling a tired out.
Too many men were almost as unbearable as not enough men, I decided.
The day after the orgy, I found a crumpled piece of paper in the pocket of a coat that I taking in for summer cleaning and storage. A man's name, Tony, and a telephone humber.
There had been so many names and numbers thrust into my pockets or pressed into the depths of my cleavage in the last months, but this one made my heart skip a beat and my cunt go into a little dance.
Tony was the man I'd sat next to on the plane coming back from Florida during winter training. He had been very good-looking, and I remembered that just a brief brush against my thigh had given him a handsome hard-on.
In my new quest for simplicity in sex, I decided to call him.
A very officious secretary answered with just the words "Anthony McSwan's office." I told her that I wished to speak with Mr. McSwan, and when she started to cut me off with the explanation that he was not to be disturbed, I got kind of indignant and told her that it involved a very important flight Mr. McSwan was about to take, he would be furious if I didn't get through, and so on and so on, lying through my teeth, and hoping it would work.
"Hello?" a deep, sexy male voice greeted me after a moment of silence. "Who is calling?" Just from the couple of words he had spoken to me on the plane, I recognized his voice. "What 'important' flight are you bothering me about, this is most irregular...."
"Maybe the most important flight you've taken in the last six months," I purred into the mouthpiece. And then I explained who I was.
Of course, I didn't give my name, and Tony noticed that right away. "I understand," he assured me. "I have a rather heavy reputation to uphold, too. You don't by any chance know who I am, do you?" he asked a few minutes after we had arranged to meet for drinks in a dimly lit bar downtown.
"No," I told him truthfully.
"Not too many women do," he admitted. "But I hope that we will be able to get to know each other a lot better than mere names would indicate," he told me warmly.
I could feel my cunt lips swelling with every luxurious word he spoke. I dressed with particular care that night, making sure that I was powdered and perfumed and sweet from head to pussy to toe before I donned a very striking white lace bra and matching garter belt, skimming a tight jersey dress over the top.
I could see the appreciation and arousal in his eyes as we greeted each other warmly at the bar, but being a gentleman as well as a lover, he didn't make a great display of his pleasure. Instead, he touched my knee gently with his under the table. Out warm, discreet conversation, the delicious effects of bottle of superb vintage wine, and that subtle contact were all that was needed to tell us that we were going to be perfect in bed together.
Tony wanted to go to a country inn about an hour outside of New York City, and I didn't object to the old-fashioned romanticism of the idea. His limo, black and stretched along side the curb with a uniformed chauffer and a license plate with the curious legend 'Strike I', cradled us comfortably on the long ride.
Tony held my hand and spoke to me in soft whisper. An arm around my shoulders, he let the side of his hand graze the side of my breast as we sped along. Out of deference to the man in the front seat, Tony kept the conversation light, but I know that he realized how I was turning on.
By the time we climbed out of the limo, my nipples were poking hard into my dress, and Tony's cock looked ready to rip through his expensive trousers.
Our first fuck was fantastic, all hard and urgent.
Our second fuck was fantastic, all slow and deep."
Tony had a thick, powerful cock, not the longest I had ever had, but certainly the hardest and biggest around the base, where it really counts. He was like an animal as he kissed me in that little country inn bedroom, ripping off my dress and leaving me in my garter belt and stockings as he pushed me onto the bed.
Those lacy bits clung to me as he came into me from behind, not bothering to take off all of his expensive clothes, either, before ramming that dick into me.
I had been dying to see that cock, and now it was fucking, fucking me hard in that bent-over position. I could look down between my legs, past his hands where they gripped and kneaded my aching tits, to see his prick sinking into the vee formed by my legs. "Rub yourself, that's a girl," the man commanded me as he plugged my cunt with cock, fucking me frantically.
But I didn't need to heed his erotic order before I was coming, faster than I'd ever come before in my life. Just the scraping, raw strokes of his cock in my eager quim were taking me into a long, spine-tingling orgasm.
He was coming, too, right on top of my climax, and together we fell flat onto the bed, writhing with the pleasure of a hot, fast, satisfying come.
Together we lay on the bed, and Tony began to slowly strip me of the rest of my clothes. I gave my body entirely to rich sensuality of his hands on my tits and pussy until I helped him off with his suit. He had a hard, muscled body, one that seemed to give lie to the streaks of gray at his temples. And his cock, pumped with hot blood and sperm, was the most energetic muscle of all.
Out next fuck was proceeded by the most fantastic foreplay I'd ever experienced. Tony spared no time as he licked my thighs and belly and tits, leaving my anxious pussy for so long that I came the second his tongue rubbed my love button. "You're so turned on, Rae," he whispered. I had told him my first name, but that was all. Now, as he licked my pussy hole and eased my head down so that I could rest it on his thigh and suck him, too, I wished I could tell him everything about my life.
Still, I thought, he's turned me on so much, I feel as if he knows everything about me that needs to be told.
He knows that I want to fuck him all night long, and into the morning!
For the first time, I was going to break my rule about never fucking a Perfect Cock after my first encounter with it. Somehow, after the excesses of the previous night's orgy, the prospect of cultivating an affair with one man seemed very pleasurable.
Especially when that one man was Tony McSwan.
Tony seemed flattered and surprised at my suggestion that we get together again. "I didn't want to press you, Rae," he told me as we drove through the tunnel into the city. Under the cover of darkness, for that three minute tunnel, I sucked his cock in the back of the limo. He came just as we broke into the light of day.
