The difference between the working class and the cerebral types when it comes to sex is not as much . . . and also more . . . than one might expect. Cause and effect play on both individuals, only in different ways.
As one might expect, the hardhat is physical. He has confidence in his physical capacity and exerts his strength. He shies away from mentally tricky confrontations--not because he is stupid, but because he is uncomfortable with them. Daily he ex- ercises his physical strength, not his mental ability, and it is habit which dominates a man's life--not intellect.
The lawyer is the opposite. It is the physical that he is awed by. Too few chances come his way to test himself physically and so there is always doubt about his strength compared to that of other men. So too, virility is measured and affected.
But in either case, a man may be led or pushed by taking advantage of his strength or weakness. And the buttons in both cases--while possibly diametrically opposed--work the same way.
Life is conflict. Set is a battle in which men and women strive for the most personal of satisfactions. Perhaps if they understood the battle better, the battleground wouldn't be littered with so many wounded.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Connie Minor was grinding her pelvis hard, bucking up into Shelby's hairy belly.
The big man was panting now, covered with sweat. Their breathing could be heard all over the little trailer.
He pushed her legs back, pressing her knees firmly against her large breasts. She could feel him completely filling her. It was the greatest time they'd had together in months.
Connie reached around and grabbed her husband's rock-like buttocks, urging him to penetrate even deeper.
"Do it! Do it, baby!" she moaned.
Shelby redoubled his efforts, driving his thick shaft against her back wall. He pulled out until only the head of his cock was still buried beneath the gripping, clutching lips, and then he slammed in again, making the little bed shake and squeak.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she moaned, wanting him to fuck with even more fury. When Shelby had her in his power, there was no feeling on earth to equal it.
She dug her nails into his buttocks, while her eyes stared straight into his.
"Ball me harder, baby! As hard as you can! Tear me open!"
He began to drive into her with such force that she almost begged him to stop. But she didn't. She continued to urge him on, taking the battering with no complaint. She'd asked for it, and she wasn't going to chicken out. Not even if her pussy got bruised and sore. It would give her something to touch and remember with on all the long nights when she would be alone.
Shelby hammered away for a few more strokes. "I can't keep that up, Sugar," his voice panted breathlessly. "I'll shoot if I keep that up!"
Connie threw her arms around his broad back and pulled their bodies closer.
"Then slow down, baby," she purred. "I want to make it last. It isn't this good enough of the time." She lowered her legs, still making sure he was seated firmly in the saddle. Shelby began to move in and out slowly, still penetrating as far as he could, and giving his cock an extra push when he was all the way inside.
He started kissing her then, and she wound her fingers through his thick, sandy-colored hair. Her tongue shot out to meet his and they explored each other's mouths. His beard was rough against her chin and face, but she didn't mind. He could have used sandpaper on her, as long as she could hold him close to her forever.
Connie loved her husband with a passion that was almost desperate. In their ten years of marriage she had followed the burly construction worker from one temporary residence to another, trying her best to make a home for them, never complaining.
Only when he was away for long periods of time did her life become hollow and scary. like lately.
She held him even tighter now, as he continued his long, slow grinds inside her. She hoped he'd never finish, never pull away from her arms.
Shelby grabbed her breasts roughly. He yanked his mouth away from hers and began to run his tongue over each of the beautiful mounds, paying particular respect to the diamond-hard nipples. He slipped the firm little buds between his lips, then let his teeth bite them gently, at the same time swirling his tongue over the ends until Connie almost cried out in her pleasure and excitement.
She grabbed large handfuls of his hair and held his head to her tits as tightly as she could.
"Eat me up, baby! Eat me all up!" she moaned, repeating the words over and over.
Then she felt his cock begin to hammer hard again, plowing into her cunt with the same force that she had recently asked him to use, driving and slamming and battering her until her head was shoved against the backboard of the little bed and he had no place else to push her.
"Aaaaaeeee!" he groaned.
She began to buck hard against him once more. She grabbed his buttocks again and dug her nails in, neither of them caring if she broke the skin. Her climax was rising up to meet his, and in a moment she knew they would both be soaring, riding their orgasms clear out of the universe.
With a little luck, she thought, as she humped as fast as she could to meet his every jab, he won't pull out this time. This time we might make a baby!
"COME IN ME!" she hollered as she felt her loins turning into hot lava. She had almost screamed the words against his ear.
"NO!" he grunted back, loudly.
"I took a pill!" she said, her voice coming in choking little sobs now. "Liar!" he grunted back. "Oh, please!"
"Shit no!" he gasped, finding it more and more difficult to talk with his heart racing out of control. "Ahhhh!"
She knew that the moment had come, and once more she'd lost.
Shelby yanked his cock out of her wildly clutching pussy and aimed it at her stomach. The first splashes of his hot lead hit her all the way up to her breasts. One hot jet flew onto her chin and began to dribble down her neck. She was almost screaming her sobs at him, and he quickly rammed his hand into her box and began to massage her with piston-like speed. Her thighs closed tightly around his hand and she rode out her climax.
"OH! OH! OH! AHHHHHH!"
He continued to massage the woman until her trembling stopped. She was still sobbing and speaking little incoherent words in the dark bedroom of the trailer, and he pressed her face into his shoulder and kissed her hair, murmuring, "There, there, there. That's my good girl. That's my good girl." He slowly rocked her back and forth in his arms until her crying stopped completely.
When she finally sank into the pillows, he looked down and saw the sticky mess he'd created.
"I'll get something to clean up with."
"Never mind," she answered, looking away from him. "I'm going to shower."
"I'll just be a minute then."
She waited until he finished washing at the sink. Then she left the bed and showered while he dressed.
By the time she had dried and slipped into a housecoat he was making coffee in the tiny kitchen. They passed each other several times in the cramped quarters without speaking. Neither of them felt inclined to enter into the age-old argument, but both knew that it would happen before he left to drive to the construction site.
"When will you be back?" she said, finally, as she poured both of them coffee and placed the cups on the table in front of the living-room sofa.
He gave a rueful little snort. She knew as well as he, did when he'd be back.
"Can't you ever come back during the week?" she asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.
"Jesus Christ, sugar, you know I'm working over a hundred miles from here!" He tried to keep the annoyance he was feeling out of his voice, but it was no use.
"Well, why can't I come up there then?"
"What, and sleep in the car? I told you, all there is out there is a kind of barracks for the men who are building the bridge. This is the closest community! There isn't even a lousy motel!"
"All right, all right," she said, "don't get in a huff."
"I can't help it," he said. "You keep hammering away at the same thing. Half the time you have me feeling guilty or something. If I didn't work so far away I'd be home every night, you know that."
"I know you say that. But I haven't spent one whole week at a time with you since we got married."
"Well," he replied, sipping the scalding liquid from his cup, "you were warned about marrying a hard-hat."
"I should have been warned about marrying a stubborn mule!" She was immediately sorry she'd said it.
"And just what does that mean?" Shelby asked, putting down his cup and staring at her, his gray-blue eyes becoming cold.
Connie quickly lit a cigarette. It was her standard dodge when she needed time to think.
"ANSWER ME!"
She looked at him and blew smoke slowly through her nose.
"Don't scream at me. I am not hard of hearing."
Shelby got up from the sofa and paced into the kitchen and back. He stood by her chair and roared down at her.
"Why the fuck can't I just once--just once--go to work without this goddamned argument? I'm fucking sick of it, do you hear? Fucking sick of it!"
"Who said anything about an argument?" Connie replied calmly, continuing to smoke her cigarette.
He laughed sourly.
"Don't try that little game with me again! You get this thing going every Sunday night, and then you pretend I'm the one who started it! Well, now that we're just about at each other's throats, lets have the rest of it! Let's bat the unborn kid back and forth like a tennis ball, then let's have the tears and the screaming and the throwing things! Go ahead! You probably enjoy it!"
Connie crushed out her cigarette angrily.
"Oh, I enjoy it, do I?" she asked, her voice becoming as angry as his now. "That's very interesting. I find it very, very interesting that you should thing I enjoy fighting about something as important as a baby!"
"You don't have to fight about it ever!" he answered, still looming over her. "Just act like an adult and forget the whole thing, and there won't be any more fights! There won't be anything to fight about!"
She jumped to her feet and stood facing him, holding her ground.
"Not on your life!" she almost spat. "I'll push this subject until it's up to your neck and you choke on it!"
"Oh, for God's sake!"
"Don't you 'oh, for God's sake' me! You told me to act like an adult. Do you realize that I'm thirty-five years old? Do you think I'm not aware of that fact every minute of every day? And do you know something else, Mr. Mule Head? In just a few more years I'll be too old to have a child! Yes! Oh, I know that doesn't mean a thing to a big strong male INFANT! You can knock women up till you're in your seventies, probably. But women have to do their thing by a certain age!"
"Then why don't you contact a stud service?"
"Maybe I'll just do that!" she said, brushing past him.
He caught her roughly by the arm and swung her around.
"Listen," he said, forcing her back into the chair. "Don't you think I want kids too? Don't you think I want a house and a front lawn, and everything that goes with it? For Christ's sake, Connie, why can't you even try to understand?"
"BULLSHIT!" she screamed back at him. "If you wanted those things we'd have them! You won't give me a child because you're afraid of responsibility! That's why we live in a trailer park instead of having our own house!"
He made an effort to control his temper. When he spoke, his voice had softened.
"Look, sugar, we're both upset. Let's not say a lot of things we'll be sorry for later."
She didn't answer him. She continued to sit, staring straight ahead. After a few moments he put his wind breaker jacket on, grabbed the overnight bag that he'd been carrying back and forth on his weekend visits to the trailer, and quickly gulped the rest of his coffee.
"Gotta go."
When she didn't answer or look at him he started for the door. Suddenly, Connie jumped up and rushed to him before he had a chance to leave. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long, hot kiss.
"Drive carefully, darling," she said, hugging him even more tightly. He held his bag in one hand and squeezed her back with the other. He could feel her breasts pressing hard against his chest, and he wished he could stay a while longer.
Finally, she let go of him. Her eyes were becoming misty, and he knew that she was on the verge of tears.
"Don't worry about my driving," he said, smiling. "Be a good girl until next week."
She smiled back, and then looked away.
"You'd better hurry, or you will have to drive fast."
"Check." He gave her another kiss, a light peck on the nose, and was gone.
Connie leaned against the door until she heard his car pull away from the house, then her tears started. Her cheeks were streaming. She almost stumbled into the bathroom to wash her face.
A pair of his discarded brief shorts were lying on the floor in a corner, carelessly thrown there when he showered.
"Slob!" she hollered at them. "Goddamned slob!"
Her face still wet from the tap water, she bent down and picked them up. Then, without realizing what she was doing, she began to dry her face with the cotton briefs.
She walked back to the bedroom, got into bed, and continued to inhale Shelby's masculine odors through the white material. Within seconds, she was asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Audrey Potter was up at the crack of dawn to fix Jerry's breakfast. The kitchen of their two-bedroom mobile home was roomy and well-appointed. Everything was organized so rapidly that she took a few minutes to sip coffee in her living room. Jerry could sleep for another forty minutes.
She glanced out the window behind her sofa and stared idly at the small, pleasant trailer park in the morning light.
Audrey had been up for over an hour and she'd noticed Shelby Minor drive off just before daybreak. The mere sight of the sandy-haired construction worker had tempted Audrey to wake her husband for some early-morning loving. Jerry was agreeable to morning sessions about half the time. He was more of a night person. Audrey was ready to go at any hour.
She found her hand creeping down to the place where her housecoat folded across her lap. She wasn't wearing underwear, and she let her fingers gently worry the hairy lips of her vagina. Immediately the lips began to swell and part for her. Most of the time Audrey was grateful that her body responded so well to sexual stimulation. It made things more agreeable when Jerry wasn't putting out enough for her, but sometimes her sexuality was a nuisance.
There's no such thing as enough! she thought; rubbing the labia; pulling the pubic hairs softly between her fingers.
She continued to think about Shelby; closing her eyes and inserting one finger between the lips; rubbing up and down until she was stimulating her clitoris.
She had noticed the burly man's semi-hard cock in the khaki construction-worker's pants. She supposed Connie had been giving him the business at the door just before he left for his car.
That Connie was a good-looking woman, Audrey decided, and she probably took good care of her husband.
Oh, well, I might just catch him sometime, when they've had a fight!
As a matter-of-fact, it had sounded like a pretty good one going on this morning. Audrey had heard arguments on Monday mornings before, when the Minors' lights were on early. She had never been able to hear the words that were shouted distinctly enough to tell what the trouble was, but something was definitely wrong.
Audrey was still thinking about Shelby's half-hard, and the way his khaki trousers stretched tightly across his hard, round ass. Several fingers were in her cleft now, and she was beginning to squirm.
Oh, shit!
She rose from the sofa, carried her coffee cup back to the kitchen, and tiptoed to the larger of the two bedrooms.
Jerry Potter was sleeping in the nude, the sheets pushed away from his body. Audrey stood in the doorway for several minutes staring at him.
Jerry was a man of average height. He and his wife were in their late twenties and had been married for five years. He was a dark Irishman, but he had Indian blood on his mother's side of the family, and his body was smooth and ruggedly muscular. His curly black hair was tousled against the pillow now, and Audrey stepped closer and looked at his sleeping body. She had always found her husband a really sexy man. Together, they presented a handsome couple, her blonde hair and complexion contrasting with his ruddy good looks.
She continued to look at the olive-skinned figure of the sleeping man, and then she advanced to the bed and sat down.
She let her hand slide slowly across the sheets and encircled his limp cock. She held it for a moment, squeezing gently, and was finally rewarded with a little jerk and swelling. His breathing was still regular but she knew he was feeling the pressure of her hand in his sleep.
Then she began to squeeze harder, letting her fingers slide up and down the shaft at the same time. Within a minute, his erection had reached its limit, and she felt the weight of the heavy piece of meat.
Audrey bent down and began to flick at the head of the cock with her tongue, letting her lips encircle the crown at the same time and relishing the smooth skin. She milked the foreskin back as far as it would go, and ran her tongue around the underside of the glans, then into the little slit at the top.
The man mumbled in his sleep and opened his thighs wider.
"Hmmmmm," his voice moaned softly, and then his breathing once more returned to normal. He was still asleep.
Audrey let her robe drop from her shoulders and in seconds she was as naked as he. Her high, rather large, breasts began to rise and fall with her heavy breathing. She stretched out on her stomach between his legs and began to lick and kiss his pole from base to tip. Even in his sleep, a few drops of pre-seminal fluid collected at the slit and began to run down. She lapped at them and instantly the taste set her crotch on fire!
She reached her fingers down and felt herself again. She was becoming wet.
Audrey decided the time had come to get something going.
She ran her tongue down over Jerry's hairy ball sac. She put one egg at a time into her hot orifice and began to roll it around while she sucked, using her tongue and lips very lightly.
He moaned again and let his body fall flat on his back. His thighs raised a little higher.
Audrey began to run her tongue down and over the man's inner thighs now. His thick cock began to swell and lift off the moist ball sac, then gave a little jerk about halfway up.
Jerry's hands came down on her shoulders, urging her to take him again.
It was always a good feeling for her when she knew he was awake and still interested. She licked up the underside of his pole again and then plunged the cock into her mouth. Her movements were less gentle now, and her mounting passion stimulated her performance. She completely wet the head and then plunged down, letting the big bulb slip past the entrance to her throat and down her gullet.
"Ahhhh--" the man moaned softly.
She gave another push with her throat, opening her windpipe to its fullest, and let the cock travel down until it was firmly lodged as far as it could go, and she sank her lips into his bushy, black pubic hair.
Jerry placed his hands on top of her head and began to shove his crotch against her hard. The cock seemed to travel another two inches into her throat, almost making her gag. She pulled up slowly, giving him the ultimate sensation, and brought all but the head out of her mouth before forcing herself down again, all the way to the root.
Jerry reached over and pulled her legs around until they were facing the headboard. He spread them and shoved his face roughly down on her vagina.
"Aggghhh!" she hollered, pulling her mouth off his dick. "Oh, yes, darling, eat me! Oh, yes! I'm so hot, darling!" She plunged down on his cock again, sucking harder than ever.
He rolled the two of them on their sides and began bucking his hips into her face as hard as he could. He parted the thick lips of her vagina at the same time and began to run his tongue up and down the blonde furrow in long licks.
He spread her legs even wider, until his elbows were inside her thighs. Then, by leaning forward, he was able to go back and forth from her navel to her rectum. He wet the surfaces completely with his mouth while her sucking became wilder and wilder.
She brought her thighs together hard, forcing his arms out from between them, and clamped his head. He grabbed her around her buttocks and buried in again, this time shoving his tongue as far past her cunt lips as it would go. He began to lick the inside walls now and she almost fainted from the feelings he gave her. She began to hump her hips as fast as he humped his.
Suddenly, he pulled his face away.
"Sit on me!" he rasped, a little out of breath.
She pushed him flat on his back again, and climbed over him. He placed his hands on her hips and began to encourage her, even before she had slipped the head of his dick past her wet lips. He pulled down with his hands, and at the exact moment that she had lined up his shaft, he sent it plunging all the way home.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she began to yelp like a puppy, while she bobbed up and down on the big dick.
Jerry started to fuck up into her then, pushing until he could go no further. Her breasts danced dizzily in the air above his face. He let go of her hips and pulled her forward until he could reach the twin melons with his mouth. He brought both breasts together and squeezed them until her large pink nipples were almost touching, then he began to 'suck and lick and bite both the little buds at once.
"Oh, God!" she screamed and began to bounce up and down on him like she was riding bareback.
"Turn around!" he barked, almost making it sound like an order. Without removing the cock from her vagina, she managed to turn her body, lifting her legs and repositioning them at the same time, until she was faced away from him.
He felt himself penetrate deeper, and he grabbed her hips again, encouraging her to continue her fucking movements up and down. The sight of her ass, with the soft, round buttocks bouncing in front of his face, was almost more than he could take. He reached over and began to cup each cheek in his hand, feeling the almost spongy flesh respond to his hands. Her skin became hot to his touch, and he knew that her entire body was warming up now. Audrey had the hottest body Jerry had ever felt or lain next to. When she was sexually aroused, her skin was like fire!
"Oh, shit!" he began to moan, bucking up into her and forcing her down at the same time with his hands. "I'm gonna pop, sweetheart!"
"Darling, no!" Audrey yelled, and pulled his cock out of her.
He tried to push back in again, but it was too late. She moved her knees back until her pussy was over his face again, and then she lowered her crotch.
The fight can wait! Jerry thought, opening his mouth and guiding her dripping lips to his tongue. He pulled her weight firmly down on his face and speared in, letting his tongue search inside for anything it could find, licking and lapping as it went.
Audrey ground her pelvis down hard on his mouth. His tongue felt like a little worm wiggling up inside her pussy, and the feeling made her wild. She began to take his cock into her throat on each plunge, pushing it in until she could go no further, and then coming up only long enough to take a deep breath and push down again. In a minute she had him groaning, and his thighs were beginning to tremble under her hands.
Her own thighs trembled then, and she knew that her orgasm was about to erupt. She began to give his face a buffing job with her pussy hairs, humping the crotch down and yanking it back and forth as fast as her hips would gyrate.
Jerry grabbed her ass again and forced his mouth and tongue all the way in, letting her bucking hips wash his face in the wet, smooth flesh of her inner walls. He knew his morning beard must be scratching the hell out of her, but when Audrey got excited, it didn't seem to matter how rough it got.
She reached down and found her clit. She squeezed it with her fingers, feelings his sucking mouth all over her hand. The sensation was all she needed, and her pussy opened up completely and began to scream for release.
She forced the cock all the way down her throat again, and held it there while she felt her orgasm sweep over her. Her throat began to make moaning sounds. They were unheard in the large bedroom. But the muscles of her throat were massaging the man ever harder. His sperm began to bubble up out of his balls and start its geyser-like trip up his shaft.
"Take it, sweetheart!" he yelled as he ripped his mouth away from her clutching cunt.
Audrey was still coming. Frantically, she searched for his mouth once more with her snatch, and went all the way back down on him. She let the cock lodge in deep and then she waited, breathing hard through her nose.
The eruption came almost immediately.
She held her head and throat in place, and swallowed the cream as fast as it splashed into her throat. She had never objected to the taste of Jerry's semen, or any man's for that matter, and it seemed ridiculous to her to deprive a man of this ultimate enjoyment. When the gushing stopped, she slowly brought her mouth up, licking the shaft clean, until his damp, deflating cock plopped out, falling heavily on his belly.
His lips were still softly kissing her pussy, ready to service her in case she felt another explosion coming. The storm seemed to be over temporarily.
Audrey sat up and threw her head back, letting her blonde hair dance back behind her shoulders. She reached over and found her robe, then put it back on.
Jerry rolled back onto his side and closed his eyes.
"Darling," Audrey said, reaching down and running her hand over his big thigh, "it's time to have some breakfast."
Jerry slowly nodded his head. He was in a bad mood again, she knew that.
"Whatsa matter with fuzzy bear?" she said, leaning over and rubbing his hairy chest. He pushed her hand away, gently but firmly.
"Oh, come on, Jerry! Let's not pout this morning!"
He opened his eyes and stared at her.
"You know something," he said. "You're so fucking dominant, you almost scare me at times. You just have to be in complete control, don't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Don't you?" the man said, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "That's goddamned odd!"
Audrey shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, if it's about pulling you out--"
"Oh, if it's about pulling you out--" he snapped back, imitating her voice. "Just a little thing like that. Why, I suppose you already forgot about it!"
Audrey got off the bed and walked to the kitchen. Jerry followed her, close on her tail.
"Of course I already forgot about it!" Audrey snapped over her shoulder, her robe flying in the air behind her. "It's the silliest thing I ever heard of, arguing about a little thing like that!"
He reached out and caught her arm, spinning her around.
"Silly? Would you mind telling me just what the fuck's so silly about me wanting to give you a baby? Christ, Audrey, is sex just huff, pant, come to you? Is that all your sex life with me means? A few minutes of foreplay and a rousing good orgasm?"
"Darling," she said, pulling away gently. "If I didn't get those rousing good orgasms you mention, then I, think we'd have something to argue about!"
"Shit!" he said, dropping her arm. "You remind me of some kind of insect queen. You pounce on your mate, fuck what you want out of him, and then--"
"And then what?" She was getting angry then.
"Nothing," he said, and walked into the bathroom.
"Answer me, damn you!" she yelled, following him.
"Keep your goddamned voice down! You want everybody in the park to overhear us, the way they do the Minors?"
"Yes! I wish they would! I wish they could hear the stupid, absurd things you say to me just because I don't want to have a baby!"
"It isn't just that--"
"What, then? For god's sake, tell me what I do that keeps you so snotty and sarcastic all the time!"
Jerry was turning on the shower and stepping in.
"I don't know. You seem to--to attack me! I mean, for once in our lives, couldn't I be the one to decide when we should screw?"
The woman gave a mock laugh from the other side of the glass enclosure. "Ha! If I waited for you to make the decision, I'm afraid I'd be trying out the doorknobs!"
He didn't answer for a moment, then his voice was low and angry.
"You really are a vulgar bitch, you know that?"
"How dare you?" His words were like a slap across the face. She walked back to the kitchen, fighting the urge to burst into tears. She began heating the pan for his scrambled eggs and bacon, and set the table.
She heard the shower stop and the glass door slide back as he began drying himself.
"It does something to me, you know--when you don't let me come inside you. Goddamn it, it does something to my masculinity!"
She left the kitchen and went back to the bathroom. He was facing away from her and didn't hear her come into the steamy room, grabbing a towel from the shelf as she did so. She reached out and started to dry his back, feeling him stiffen under her hands.
"Darling," she said, leaning forward and kissing him between the shoulder blades, "Let's call a truce. I hate to see you go to the office all riled up. Besides, it almost breaks my heart when you get too upset to eat your breakfast. I hate to think that I cause you to be that way!"
He turned around and hugged her body to his, feeling her generous breasts press hard against his chest. He ran his hands down and cupped her buttocks again. For better or for worse, he knew he would never find another woman more physically exciting to him than Audrey.
"Listen, sweetheart, I don't like fights either. But one of these days, we have to have it out about the kid, right?"
"Darling, you just start making enough money to buy us a nice big house in the right kind of neighborhood, and I'll start giving them to you at the rate of one every nine months!"
He smiled, but he was still frowning.
"Sweetheart, with the economy the way it is, we're lucky we can afford this. And besides, what's wrong with this? We're comfortable."
Audrey pushed away from him.
"Comfortable, yes. We could also be comfortable if we rented a motel on a yearly basis. Only that isn't the kind of home you invite the boss and his wife to, and neither is this."
"You're such a little climber, Audrey."
"Somebody has to do the climbing for us!"
He didn't get angry. He knew the kind of family life Audrey had had before they married. He could hardly blame her for wanting all the best things. But he still thought she was making too big a point of social position just now. He'd only been a junior lawyer with the large firm he worked for a little over a year. He hadn't been given any of the juicy plums yet, but he knew they Would come. It wasn't his fault if the Vietnamese War had slowed down his career.
"Be patient, sweetheart. We'll have those things. I promise you."
"And I promise you we'll have children some day!"
He got angry again. Her remark sounded like an ultimatum. He didn't like to be compromised or bribed.
"Fuck it!" he snapped, and went to the bedroom to get dressed.
It was more than an hour later when Jerry had finished breakfast and was ready to leave for work. He was dressed in a neat blue business suit, with black shoes and socks and a red and blue striped tie.
Audrey stared at him across the table while she sipped coffee. She was always impressed with the way he looked when he was dressed up, even if it was only for work. She was glad he had a job that required neat suits and starched, white dress shirts. She was even glad to help him keep a neat wardrobe, although she drew the line at ironing and insisted that he send his shirts to a laundry.
But as she sipped her coffee, her mid wandered back to Shelby Minor and his grease-stained khaki work pants, the ones that fit him so tightly across the crotch and buttocks. She thought of his chest hairs curling over the top of his short-sleeved, white work shirt. Shelby, she decided, was definitely the sort of man who would slap her smartly across the face if she ever tried to pull him out of her at the last moment. As she thought, she found herself squirming a little and crossing her legs.
Jerry gulped down the remainder of his coffee and finished his last piece of toast. He put down the newspaper he'd been reading and smiled across at Audrey. The grumpy mood was all gone now. The subject of making babies didn't come up every time they had sex, and yet she always got her own way. When the arguments did happen, they were generally of a short duration. This morning had surprised her. He hadn't mentioned coming inside her for a long time.
"Gotta go," he said, smiling and winking.
"Well, if you gotta go, you gotta go," she said, smiling back.
"What will you be up to today?"
"Shopping," she said. "Don't look so worried. Just a couple of little things for the house-er-mobile home."
He chuckled and rose to his feet, stretching.
"I didn't get enough sleep."
"Thanks," she said.
"Now who's getting touchy?" he said.
"Look, darling," Audrey said, also rising. "Just go to work, all right? Tonight we'll have martinis, and not one word between us that couldn't be written for the true-love magazines."
He grabbed his brief case and walked to the door.
"That sounds like it could be a very romantic evening."
She leaned over and bit his ear gently.
"I promise you it will be!"
Without touching her, he left the mobile home and walked out onto the stone patio that had cost him a fortune to have built. He stood and looked at the bright morning sunlight for a moment, wishing he didn't have to spend a day like this cooped up in a little office.
Then he saw Connie Minor come out of her somewhat more modest dwelling. She waved at him and began to move up the cement sidewalk in the direction of the bus stop.
"Great," the dark-haired man said, stepping off his patio and joining her. "Where you headed?"
"To the shopping mall."
"On the bus?"
"Well," Connie said, smiling, "that's better than walking."
"Hey, why don't we check with Audrey. I think she's going shopping too. You could drive with her."
Connie didn't resent the fact that Jerry and Audrey had two cars, but she was determined not to impose on either of them.
"Oh, I'll be fine. I'm used to shopping this way!"
"I'm sure you are, but wouldn't a ride from door to door be more pleasant?"
She hesitated just a second too long.
"Come on;" he said, turning to go back into the house. "No, really--"
The man stopped again and turned around.
"Well, if you're sure. Hey, how about letting me at least drive you one way. It wouldn't be three blocks detour for me. Really."
She smiled at him. He noticed again how lovely Connie was. He and Audrey hadn't made especially good friends with the Minors, mainly because of Shelby's odd working hours, and the fact that the two of them hardly ever seemed to be home at the same time, but on many occasions he'd caught himself looking at this woman and taking mental notes on her attractiveness. She was about Audrey's height, and her hair was light brown, like honey. She wore it natural, but it had a rich wave and a shiny quality that made him want to run his hands through it. Her forehead was high, and her nose was straight and aristocratic. Altogether, her features were good. Maybe not beautiful, but maybe better than beautiful.
Her body was a knockout. The breasts stood high and full, and her waist tapered down to almost nothing before it swelled out again into deliciously plump hips that still managed to be slender. He could only guess at what her thighs were like. He had never seen Connie in shorts or a bathing suit. But her legs were long and shapely, especially at the calf, and her ankles were small and graceful.
She was smiling at him again, and he felt his heart began to beat a little faster.
"I'd appreciate a lift one way very much. Thank you."
He walked her to his car and opened the doors for them. They slipped into the front seat.
They drove out of the park and toward the main highway. Connie was silent. She had never impressed him as a particularly shy person, and she had always had easy, comfortable manners. Of course, she was years older than Jerry, but he didn't see where that would make her uncomfortable.
"Why so quiet?" he asked, turning on the car radio.
Connie smiled. Her teeth were even and sparkling white.
"I didn't realize I was being quiet."
"I thought maybe this was the first time you'd ever been out with another man."
Connie's expression became quite serious.
"If you want to know the truth, it is!"
He laughed. Then he fell silent. After a while it was her turn to ask.
"And why are you so quiet?"
His mind snapped to attention.
"Oh, I guess Audrey and I were having a little spat this morning, before breakfast."
"I though I heard a few angry words. But I didn't listen, of course!"
"Thanks."
"Anything important?"
He hesitated. "Yeah, pretty important. Only--"
"What?"
"Well--maybe you would be pretty bored with the story. I sometimes wish I could explain how I feel to somebody who understood, though."
"I'm a good listener, Jerry."
"Yes, I'm sure you are, but you're a woman, too, and women stick together."
"Not always."
"I'll bet they do on the subject of babies."
"Oh, that!" Connie said, laughed. "Well, in that case, I suppose I'd be on Connie's side. Every woman wants a child. I know I do more than anything else in the world! Only Shelby doesn't agree. Really, Jerry, you should give her a baby if she wants one!"
Connie immediately realized that she had said too much.
"I'm sorry," she added, "I'm butting in where it's none of my business."
When she looked at him his eyes were staring a hole through her.
"You know, Connie, you and Audrey don't have the same problem at all."
"No?"
"No. Say, are you in a hurry?"
"Why, not particularly, only I--why?"
"Could we go some place and just park and talk? I really would like to tell you some of the things that are on my mind. I mean, if you wouldn't mind listening."
She felt sorry for the handsome young man beside her. He seemed a little bit like a kid brother to her. And she had always been the oldest child at home, the one the others confessed their problems to.
"Sure," she said. "Anywhere you want to go."
CHAPTER THREE
They drove to a place he knew about that was always deserted, except for weekends. It was a picnic spot, overlooking a lake. Connie had never been here before, and she was impressed.
"How lovely!" she said, when they pulled in and braked to a stop. "Could I get out?"
"Sure!" He walked around and opened the door for her. She, was impressed with his manners. Half the time Shelby forgot to open her door, unless she reminded him.
He watched her run across the grass and down the hill to the sandy little beach. She pulled off her shoes and let her feet wade through the water's edge. Suddenly, he found himself removing his shoes and socks and rolling up his trouser legs. In a few seconds, he was tearing down the beach after her.
They walked along the beach for a while. Soon they were away from the picnic area, and heading toward a more deserted stretch that disappeared into overhanging branches and the woods beyond.
"Well," Connie said, "I suppose we should go back. There doesn't seem to be much more down this way."
Jerry stared at the older woman for a moment. He had never noticed before how her hair illuminated with a thousand little sparkles of gold in the sunshine. Her skin was naturally healthy and she didn't wear makeup. She was slightly suntanned, and the run on the beach had given her a high, healthy color. He saw the way her breasts heaved a little behind the material of the blouse. Her breasts were still full and high, like Audrey's
"No beach is deserted as long as we're on it," he finally answered.
She smiled.
"I guess that's right."
He took her hand again, and she started to pull it away.
"Connie," Jerry said, pulling her a little closer to him, "Let's have our talk another time. I don't get to come out here often, and I just feel like enjoying it."
"Oh, me too!" she said. "I'm cooped up in the trailer almost all the time, and--"
He had grabbed her into his arms and his mouth crushed down on hers.
"Oh, no, Jerry--" she said, pulling away, "I think we'd better go now."
He held her tightly, refusing to let her tear herself from his arms. Then he kissed her again, and he felt her respond. It was just a fleeting hesitation at first, as she let her tongue rest against his for a fraction of a second, but he understood the response immediately, and he took advantage of it.
"Connie, Connie," he groaned, "I've wanted you for such a long time! You don't realize how I've watched you and watched you--"
"No, No, Jerry, please!" she pulled away from him and began to run again, with him following close behind.
"Wait, Connie! Look, I'm sorry!" he called after her.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted back at him. "Just leave me alone! Don't come near me!"
He caught up with her and grabbed her arm again.
"Look, don't be so foolish--"
She screamed then, and in his surprise a sudden anger took control. His hand shot out and slapped her roughly across the face.
"What's the fucking matter with you? You fucking act like you're being attacked by a sex fiend! What the fuck's all this hysterics about?"
She responded to the slap by backing away from him, a horror in her eyes.
"You--you tried to rape me!" she yelled.
"Are you fucking crazy? I did no such thing', "
"You did! you did!"
He walked over and began to shake her roughly back and forth.
"Will you stop it? What kind of trouble are you trying to cause? Now snap out of it! What I did was just a harmless little pass!"
Connie looked at him for a moment, fresh panic in her eyes. Then she screamed again.
His hand shot forward and slapped her roughly once more. She sank to her knees, sobbing, on the grass beneath a tree.
Jerry kneeled and tried to take her in his arms. He was so confused and frightened by the woman's sudden strange behavior that he didn't know whether to pity her or not. In minutes, his life had taken on a sudden and possibly dangerous turn. If this woman did not snap out of her fit, he didn't know what he was going to do.
"Come on, Connie, I don't know what's upset you, but believe me, I didn't mean any harm. I had to slap you. I'm sorry. You were screaming. I didn't know how to make you stop."
She had frozen in his arms. She was looking down, away from him. Then her head slowly tilted upward, and through the tears in her eyes he could see a dusky flame begin to smolder there.
"Bullshit!" she almost spat at him. "You probably like to slap women around! My husband slaps me, sometimes. But he never hits me hard like you do. I think he's a fucking sissy!"
Jerry couldn't believe his ears. He stared back at her in silence for a moment, then he noticed the faintest trace of a smile begin to play around the corner of her mouth.
"He can't even give me a kid, that's the kind of sissy he is! I'll bet you could pump a kid into me! I'll bet you'd hold me down and force me to take you all the way up inside me, to plant your seed in me!"
He continued to stare, dumbfounded. She was beginning to move her shoulders around sensually now. Her skirt had crept up over her knees and was gathered around her upper thighs. Her legs were golden and lovely next to the grass. As good and as golden as Audrey's legs, Jerry thought. He noticed how her full, ripe breasts were still moving up and down under the blouse. He suddenly realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
Jesus! he thought, they're the most perfect shape I ever saw!
Her half-smiling mouth came closer to his now, and suddenly her lips were on his, her tongue probing forward and inserting itself.
He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, marveling at the spongy firmness of the skin. He began to massage the breast, and immediately he felt her nipple harden. He held her in his arms ' again, not knowing or caring what was happening to them, and he began to kiss her passionately.
She rolled back to a prone position, pulling him down on top of her. She began to trace the back of his suit jacket lightly with her fingernails. He pulled the jacket off and threw it on the grass beside them.
"Your shirt too!" she cried, looking straight into his eyes. "Take all of your clothes off!"
He moaned slightly and pressed his face into the valley between her lovely round breasts. At the same time he ran his hands up the back of her blouse, searching for the zipper. She reached back and helped and in a moment the blouse was off, on top of the suit jacket, and she was nude from the waist up.
He attacked her breasts with his mouth again, licking inside the valley, tasting sweat. He let his lips trail up over her breasts. Then he pushed the twin mounds together and began to lick each nipple in turn, giving little soft bites with his teeth to the firm buds.
"Ahhhhh--" she moaned softly, holding his head to her breasts and moving her hips back and forth.
He reached up under her skirt and shoved his hand into her crotch. Her white nylon panties were already soaking at the vee, and she began to push her vagina down hard on his probing fingers.
He could feel the lips separating, dragging the material of the underwear down into the crack. Then he saw the swollen lips come into view, on wither side of where his fingers press. They puffed up, covered with fine, light-brown hair.
Quickly he pulled her panties down her legs, and then removed her skirt. She lay completely naked on the grass now, staring straight up at him. He stood and began to remove his shirt.
"Everything!" she cried.
She lay in a state of suspended animation. The scene that was happening was not a part of her life as she consciously knew it. It was like an extension of some dream she'd once had, a dream that had involved many men besides her husband. The dream seemed to come back all at once as she watched this handsome man whom she knew remove his clothing. She watched every detail of his body as his skin came into view in the morning sunlight of this deserted beach.
A feeling of absolute surrender invaded her groin, and her heart began to race wildly. Suddenly, for no reason except that it was part of the erotic dream that had come back, she wanted this man inside her more than anything in her life. She knew in her mind that she was about to be made love to by her neighbor, but in this time and place apart, nothing mattered except her desire.
He was completely nude now, and she reached her arms up to him.
"Now!" she panted. "Now! Now come into me and hurt me! Take me! Do you understand? Take me!"
He leaned down between her legs, glanced at her once, then buried his face in her vagina. She lifted her thighs and cried out; grabbing his hair at the same time and pulling his mouth into her.
"Eat me! Eat me out! Lick my pussy! Yes! Oh, yes! Eat my pussy out!"
He dug in with his mouth and began to lap roughly inside the lips in long, stroking motions. Her clitoris had become hard, and he found it with his tongue, swirling it around in his mouth and sucking down the sides.
"OH! OH GOD!" she cried out loudly. "NOW! NOW! FUCK ME! OH, FUCK ME NOW!"
He pulled his face away from her cunt and mounted her. Her legs were already pulled back, her knees touching her breasts. He positioned himself on his knees, pushing her legs even farther back with his strong arms.
"Put it in, you hot bitch!" he hissed at her.
She quickly grabbed his shaft, her eyes getting wide as she felt the length and thickness of it. Then she lined the head up against her vagina, which was well lubricated by his mouth.
When he felt the head of his cock slip into the little warm hole he flicked his hips and sent a couple of inches inside.
"Owwww--" she moaned, "that's right! That's right! Now ram it! Ball me!"
He shoved, and the entire length of his penis was lodged firmly inside her.
"Owww--" she moaned again, grabbing his buttocks. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Ball me hard!"
He pulled out until only the head was buried and slammed in again. He could tell by the expression on her face that he had hurt her.
"Harder!" she groaned, scraping his bare butt with her nails. "Tear me apart! Rip me open!"
"You asked for it, lady," he panted, and began to tear into her clutching pussy brutally, pounding in on each thrust until his balls slapped against her ass.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned over and over, feeling him find places inside her that nothing had ever touched. He was battering the back of her womb, and she began to go crazy. She dug into his buttocks so hard that she started to draw blood and he slapped her hands away. Then he leaned back until he was kneeling but upright between her legs. He shoved her thighs back until her pussy was tilted almost straight up in the air. And then he began to come down into her hard, harder than she had ever had it, so hard he was hurting himself as well as her.
"Gaaaaaaah!" she began to sob, bucking her pelvis up at him in a blind frenzy. "FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK ME HARDER, YOU GODDAMNED BASTARD!"
He was losing his come then. He was shooting inside her before he realized what was happening. All he could think about was trying to control the woman under him. She was the hottest piece of ass he had ever encountered, even among professionals.
She felt him coming and her eyes became as wide as saucers.
"You're shooting inside me!" she cried.
"I--I'm sorry!" he said, still bucking and shooting.
Her pussy began to clutch and milk him harder than ever. She ground and gripped against his still-hard shaft until she was milking him painfully.
"Easy--easy, baby--" he moaned softly.
Then her orgasm came, and she began to ride his pole like a piston.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she sobbed and choked, while he pressed all the way down inside and held himself there, riding out her climax.
In a few minutes, her breathing had returned to normal, and he slowly pulled out, noticing a trickle of his juice ooze out behind him.
"You'd better take care of that as soon as possible," he said, glancing down.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you didn't start anything."
"Look. I really apologize--"
"Don't," she said, sitting up and putting on her blouse. "I wanted it that way."
He saw no reason to comment, and he started getting dressed also.
When they were presentable once more, they walked slowly back up the beach to where the car was parked. The area was still deserted.
"Look, Jerry, let's just forget about what happened, all right? I--I didn't quite know what came over me."
"Me, either," he said, smiling, "but I'm not sorry."
"Well, just don't be so proud of your little conquest that you start advertising it around."
"Oh, Christ now, Connie! I'd never say a word to anyone--"
"Just see that you don't!" she answered sharply. They walked in silence the rest of the way. When they got back to the car it was agreed that he would drive Connie to a taxi stand and send her back to the trailer park. She wanted, she said discretely, to "freshen up."
He found a cab, gave the driver her address, and handed the man a five-dollar bill.
Then he watched the cab pull away and stood for a moment, staring and shaking his head.
Jerry, even confused as he was by the entire incident, did not realize that he had just witnessed the first erratic behavior by an attractive and lonely woman who was having severe emotional disturbances.
CHAPTER FOUR
Audrey answered the door, checking her watch at the same time.
"Right on the minute," she said, smiling at the handsome young man outside.
His white, coverall uniform said, "Daggio's TV Repair" across the chest. He was holding a large, metal box.
"Always on time, for our best customers," the young man smiled back.
He was dark, like her husband, Italian probably, Audrey thought. She guessed his age to be about twenty-two or twenty-three. This was the third time he'd come to make a service call at the Potters, and this was the crucial visit, as far as the married woman was concerned. She'd been looking at his broad back and thick thighs long enough, trying to guess what he carried in his pants. Audrey was a woman who would only be teased for a short length of time.
"Come in and drop that big box," she said, pulling her thin wrap-around about her more tightly, accentuating the shape of her breasts and hips. She saw that his eyes noticed the curves of her body. And she felt a tingle of satisfaction.
"Coffee?" she asked, and then added jokingly, "or are you strictly on an hourly rate? In that case, I might work you a little hard."
"No, we charge by the work, as usual," he said, "and I'd like a cup of coffee at that."
Jerry had been gone over an hour, and Audrey had been pacing back and forth. She had been fidgety ever since she had called the repair house the day before and let the germ of this idea grow in her mind.
She poured coffee for the two of them and indicated that he should sit on the couch, with her on the stuffed chair across from him.
"Good," she said.
"Good?" he asked, confused.
"Good that you don't have to rush. Everybody's in such a big rush these days, nobody ever takes time to do things right. Oh, I don't mean you, of course."
She crossed, uncrossed, then crossed her legs again. His eyes made little darts to the place where the material opened halfway up her thighs. Her legs were dynamite, he decided.
"What's your name?" she asked, suddenly. It was a detail that she had never straightened out on his two prior calls.
"Sal," he said.
"Sal," she repeated, crossing her legs again. "Salvatore?"
He didn't answer, but his black eyes twinkled at her.
"Well, I'm just plain Audrey. Since my TV seems to need so much attention, we might as well be on a first-name basis."
"That's fine, Mrs. Potter. I mean, Audrey."
He had been slowly drinking his coffee. The woman's vibes were coming across loud and clear. Sal had had a lot of experience with women, and this one had a motor running that sounded like a diesel. He knew they were going to get it on, and he was almost amused, watching her operate.
"Maybe you'd like to show me what's wrong with the set?" he said. "If you want, just turn it on while we're having the coffee, and I can see what the trouble is."
"Oh!" Audrey said, feeling slightly flustered. "Well, let's see now!" She moved over to the large, color console and switched it on. Instantly the sound and picture appeared, showing a clear picture of a popular women's show in perfect color. Audrey backed away from the set, and Sal took in the shape of her lovely ass through the thin material. He could see that she was wearing bikini panties and a bra that cupped only the bottoms of her breasts, pushing them up. He wondered if she had intentionally worn something that showed so much of herself. Then he decided she had.
"Of course," Audrey went on, "sometimes it only happens after the set has been turned on for a long time."
"Sometimes what happens?" the young man asked, trying to keep a note of sarcasm out of his voice.
"Well," Audrey said, making a distorted shape with her hands, "the picture just goes all-squashy!"
He laughed, and let his hand rest lightly against his crotch, noticing her eyes follow.
"I think I have just the thing for squashy boxes. Pictures, I mean--"
Her eyes lingered a little too long, and then she realized that he'd noticed her stare. She blushed slightly. Although she was determined to get what she wanted, and she hadn't hesitated to put this plan into operation, she was a little new at the game.
"I--uh--I'm sure you have the right thing to fix it," she said.
His hand squeezed down on his crotch a little, and she could see his thick fingers encircle something that looked long and fat and round.
She heard the sound of a car pull up, and her glance swept to the window. Through a part in the drapes she could see a taxi let Connie Minor out. Short shopping trip, she thought. She'd heard Connie's and Jerry's conversation this morning, and watched her neighbor driving off with her husband. She hadn't given it a second thought, so preoccupied was she with the repairman's visit.
Her eyes went back to Sal's face, and she gazed at the square, rugged man for a long time. Then one hand slipped slowly up to her breast, and she let it rest there.
Sal was the one doing the staring now, and he didn't hesitate to let her notice if she wanted to. Finally, he let his eyes drift from her tits to her face.
"I--uh--better check out some of your tubes," he said.
Audrey let her hand travel slowly down now, between the folds of her dressing gown. The material parted and he had a clear view of the fabulous blonde's body. The bra and panties were a beige color that contrasted only slightly with her gold skin, giving her the appearance of almost complete nudity. Only one place on her breasts showed white against her suntanned skin. And there the bra contrasted against the milky whiteness.
His cock had risen up inside the crotch of his white coveralls, and it throbbed there painfully. He stood up and let her see the whole bulging display, putting down his coffee cup as he did so.
"Thanks for the coffee," he said, standing straight up and shoving his pelvis forward a little.
Audrey quickly crossed the room and gripped his crotch in her hand.
"I didn't ask you if you wanted cream in your coffee," she said.
He reached out and sank his fingers into the crotch of her beige bikinis. He began to probe his hairy knuckles in. "No, you didn't," he said.
"How neglectful of me! Perhaps I can make it up!"
He could feel the heat coming from her body. It was like standing next to an electric heater
"Would you like to come into my bedroom?" she asked. "I think we could talk better lying down!"
His cock twitched and jerked in her hand. That was all the answer she needed to her question. Half pulling him by the bulge in his crotch, she led him into the room that had been the scene of a hot encounter not two hours earlier.
She stood facing away from his and let him peel the wrap-around from her shoulders. He dropped the flimsy material on the floor and ran his hands up her arms and across her shoulders, then down across her back. He unhooked the brassiere and it fell from the bottoms of her breasts. Her breasts sagged very little more without the support, and he reached around and began to knead the firm flesh in his hands, letting his thumbs and forefingers reach the erect nipples and pinch them softly.
"Ahhhh--" she cried, rolling her head back onto his shoulder. He squeezed the breasts for several minutes, feeling her body respond to his manipulations. Her back began to rub up and down over his chest.
He let his hands slide down over her slightly curved belly and his fingers hooked themselves under the elastic waistband of her bikinis. Slowly, he lowered the material, letting his fingers brush softly over her furry blonde bush at the same time. He had to give a little tug to bring the material away from her dampening pussy.
Audrey stood with her head thrown back, moaning in a low voice while Sal felt her entire body, rubbing his hands roughly over her breasts, stomach, pubic arch, thighs, buttocks, legs. He dropped to his knees behind her and she felt his mouth begin to plant hot little kisses all over her backside. He gripped the round mounds of flesh in his hands and spread them apart, then he dipped his face into the crack of her ass and began to let his tongue go wild.
Audrey's knees were beginning to go weak and tremble. She felt him stand up again and then his body was a couple of feet away, quickly stripping.
In a moment, he was back, but this time her ass and spine were pressed into hard, hairy muscles. The erection that sprang from his black forest of pubic hair pressed into the cleft where his tongue had been, rubbing into the dampness that had been put there with his mouth.
He slid the head of his cock around the little puckered hole for a moment, and then down lower, shoving in a little and finding her pussy lips from the rear.
She spread her legs and bent over, gripping the edge of the bed.
"Get on your hands and knees!" he barked at her, his dominant voice sending a chill up her spine.
Quickly, Audrey climbed up on the mattress, and took the position he'd asked for.
He scooted up behind her and pressed the shiny knob of his meat against the blonde-covered lips, drooping slightly now from the rear. They were puffed and waiting for him, but his cock felt nothing wet to lubricate it. He bent down and ran his mouth over the lips, flicking his tongue inside a couple of times.
"Baaaaaa-beeeeeee!" Audrey whispered loudly, exhaling at the same time.
Sal took his mouth away from her pussy lips and lined up his cock again. This time, the lips were wet and he probed his head in, sending the club-shaped glans well inside her grabbing hole.
Audrey mashed her face flat into the sheets, and lifted her hips as high as they would go. Sal grabbed her hips on both sides and began to rotate the head of his. cock around in circular motions. He felt the blonde woman begin to push back and up, trying to lodge more of his big, uncircumcised dick into her hot tunnel.
He let the lips grab and pull a few more times, and then he slowly sank himself into her so far that his hard lower belly ground into her buttocks. His big nuts were mashed into the backs of her thighs, and he pulled her crotch into him with all his might.
"Agggghhhhh!" Audrey almost screamed. The cock was like nothing she had ever felt. He was completely buried, holding himself there, making sure she got the feel of being stuffed so completely.
The walls of her cunt began to milk him furiously. She gripped and grabbed and pulled and squeezed, making her pussy do things she had never tried.
"Squeeze it, you tight-ass cunt!" he groaned, and she felt him lean over her back, grinding his hairy chest down and breathing heavily against her. He'd pulled her ass cheeks farther apart, and he could fuck into the cunt more deeply now.
Suddenly, he yanked himself out of her. She felt the fat knob press against her ass-hole.
"NO!" she cried, and his big hand came down over her mouth.
He jabbed with such force that her sphincter muscle gave way and the thick slab of meat tore into her rectum, almost making her faint from the pain.
He continued to hold his hand over her mouth, and her screams were only little buzzing sounds as she blubbered through his fingers.
Then her head mashed itself into the bed again, and he began to fuck her ass with even, forceful strokes.
Connie finished what she had to do in the bathroom and got dressed again.
Ironic, she thought, moving around her bedroom, fixing her hair and rubbing her neck and wrists with cologne, how much I want a baby from one man, and I'm taking precautions against it with another man.
Her lack of conscience over the incident with Jerry surprised her a little. She had expected that if she ever cheated on Shelby she would suffer terrible pangs of guilt later. But so far, nothing had happened. In fact, she remembered the incident on the beach as one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to her, and she knew that she would be masturbating many times with the memories of her experience with her neighbor running through her brain.
But one thing worried her. In her confusion of the morning, she realized that she really did have to go shopping. There was curtain material she needed, or she would have to put off starting some new drapes another day. Then she thought of contacting Audrey, to see if the other woman was still planning to drive to the mall. She knew Audrey was home. Her own car was there, and a TV repair truck as well.
Also, Connie thought, if Audrey had noticed her leaving with Jerry this morning, a direct visit might be the best way to ward off suspicion.
She rehearsed her little speech in the mirror, amazing herself at how easy it was to lie.
"Hi, Audrey, gee, I hate to bother you, but I wondered if you were driving to the shopping center today. It's so silly of me, but after Jerry was nice enough to drive me there this morning, I found out I'd left my wallet at home. No cash, charge cards, nothing. So I caught a cab and paid the driver when I got back here. If it's any trouble, of course--"
She went over the story again in her mind. It was all right, she decided.
She checked her appearance again, grabbed her purse, and left the trailer.
Audrey Potter's door was open a foot, but nobody was in the living room.
"Audrey?" Connie called, and then rang the bell. She waited a moment, but there was still no answer.
Connie stepped inside the mobile home's rather large living room. She decided to look out the window on the other side of the room to see if perhaps Audrey was in the back yard with the repair man, checking the cable or something.
When she was halfway across the room she heard the voices.
"Agggghhhh!"
"Owwww, shit lady!"
"You're tearing my ass apart with that thing! Ohhhh, you'll rip me open!"
Connie stood in shocked silence for several moments, listening. It was unmistakably Audrey's voice, coming from the large bedroom at the opposite end, past the kitchen and master bathroom.
"Eeeeeeaaaahhh! Oh, please! Fuck my cunt now!"
There was silence for a moment, and Connie tiptoed in the direction of the bedroom.
"Aaaaaeeeeoowww!" she heard Audrey moan just as she neared the door. "Please!"
"This tight little ass-hole is so good to my cock, I think I'll just let him shoot off in there!" The man's voice was deep and resonant.
Connie felt her heart beating fast. She could hear the two of them clearly, panting and puffing in the room just on the other side of the door. She put her hand against the door and pushed gently. It opened several inches noiselessly.
Connie pressed her face against the opening and looked in. She almost gasped!
Audrey was sprawled Out on all fours, facing away from the door. Her white ass cheeks were sticking directly up. A muscular, hairy man was on his knees in back of the blonde, and from the way his ass was moving, Connie knew that Audrey was getting fucked hard and fast. The woman was gasping, and Connie gathered from the conversation that her neighbor was getting her back door smashed in. Connie had never had it that way, but many times she had fantasized about Shelby doing it to her.
She reached down and rubbed her hand against her crotch. She could feel herself getting wet inside her freshly-changed panties. Her eyes were riveted to the sight of the repairman's naked ass. She noticed how firm and round the cheeks were, how the concentration of black hair swept deeply into the cleft. She felt like crossing the room and reaching out with her hand, burying a finger inside the puckered hole which was almost visible to her now.
Sal slammed into Audrey's ass harder and harder now. The woman was beginning to issue forth a low series of moans that were half pain and half rapture. The repairman's heavy balls began to smack the blonde woman's ass on each inward thrust.
"Oh, Sal! Sal! Yessss! That's it! Go ahead and fuck my ass, darling! Oh, I don't care if you tear me to shreds! I don't care if I bleed! Just fuck me harder and harder!"
Audrey's voice was beginning to sound like a beggar's. All pleading and servility. The woman on the bed began to buck her hips up now, matching Sal's strokes. The man wouldn't be able to hold off long at this rate, and he grabbed the woman's ass and held it still, letting his hips do the work now.
"Oh, shit, lady, I'm gonna pop!"
"OH, GOD! OH, GOD! WAIT FOR ME!"
Audrey's voice had risen to a high-pitched shriek.
"Wait! Wait! Waitttttt--"
The man continued to pump and slam, and then both of them were having their climax at the same time, and when Connie tiptoed away from the door and back through the trailer, she could hear only the heavy sounds of their breathing.
The sight in the bedroom made her legs quite shaky. She knew that she had to find some sort of fulfillment in a hurry, even if it was only her hand.
She went back outside noiselessly, and hoped she hadn't been seen entering Audrey's home. She decided to keep what she had seen entirely to herself.
Anything going on in this trailer park concerning sex, Connie thought, was strictly worth knowing about!
She checked the name of the TV repair service on the side of the truck and made a mental note to jot it down. She might need that service herself some day. Sal, was that his name?
Connie went back to her trailer and thought about a plan of action.
CHAPTER FIVE
Shelby Minor drove over to the diner for lunch the next day. He was ahead with his crew on the bridge job, and it was going to involve a wait of over two hours before they'd be able to continue.
"Take a long lunch," he had told the men that were under his authority. "We don't get them very often."
The men had happily agreed. Most of the guys ate at the camp site, where a makeshift dining room had been erected, similar to a military mess hall. Regular people came to cook for the construction crew, and the atmosphere was generally friendly.
But Shelby had different ideas today. He knew that Betsy, the waitress, didn't get off the lunch shift until one o'clock. It was twelve-thirty now, and if he hurried, he'd have a little time to talk to the pert redhead.
She was cleaning the grill when Shelby entered the restaurant. There was only one other customer, finishing a bowl of soup, an old man.
Shelby sat on one of the stools at the counter and waited for Betsy to turn around. He liked watching her from the rear, seeing the way her round little rump pressed the material of the white uniform, making it stretch from hip to hip.
She, had a tiny waist that flared out provocatively at the hips, and her thighs were slender but shapely. Her back seemed small when she was turned away, but he knew that her full, high breasts would more than fill the top of the uniform blouse, and sometimes the blouse was cut low enough so that he could see the beginnings of the smooth, freckled mountains.
The diner was a strange little place. It was located in the middle of nowhere, with a gasoline station next to it. Outside of travelers on the highway, the regular customers were a few scattered farm families and workers from a cotton mill about eight miles away.
In the mornings, fishermen would stock up with provisions on their way to nearby lakes.
Betsy finished scrubbing the grill. She took several dirty pots and turned around to plunge them into a sink of hot soapy water. When she saw Shelby her broad smile revealed a set of even, white teeth. Betsy was pretty in a redheaded way, and she made little effort to hide the freckles that dotted the bridge of her upturned nose, and her rosy cheeks.
"I'm so glad to see you back on the job," she remarked sarcastically. "I was afraid that bridge would never get finished."
"Hi," Shelby said, smiling back. "Listen, do you get off work in about twenty minutes?"
"Yeah. Why, did you want to take me dancing?"
The construction worker smiled again.
"You know where I want to take you! And I do mean, take you!"
"So we're back on that subject again, huh?"
"Owww, come on, hon! I'm only human!"
She continued scrubbing the pots. Then she glanced at him again, noticing that he was starting to fidget.
"Why don't you save it for that cute little wife at home?" she asked in a low voice. The old man had finished his soup and was standing up, fishing for his billfold. Betsy made change and said a few words to him, then he left the diner.
"Are we alone?" Shelby asked.
"Yes, but I can scream loud, and Sam's next door," she said, crossing the room to put a "closed" sign on the door.
"Very funny! As if I had to resort to raping women--"
"I wouldn't put anything past you hard-hats," she said, her voice becoming more friendly. "Or should I have said, 'I wouldn't put anything against you!' "
"Hey, Betsy," Shelby said, reaching out and taking one of her hands across the counter. "How about it? Just let me come back and visit with you for a little while. I need to, baby!"
Betsy pulled her hand away, but not too roughly.
"Take it easy with the hand, Romeo," she said, "I need both of them to sling hash."
Betsy had only mentioned to one or two of the men who came into the diner that she had private accommodations in the rear of the building, with her own entrance. It was a small but efficient apartment, clean and serviceable. Shelby was one of the men she had told about her living quarters, and her working hours, so she didn't blame him for persisting. After all, she got lonely, too, and she knew that sooner or later a proposition would be made.
"I don't know," she said, polishing an enormous stainless-steel bowl, "I never let anybody visit me without proper credentials."
Shelby made his fingers busy at his fly. Then, taking a quick glance around the empty room, he flipped his hardening cock out of his pants and stood up for her to take a look.
"How much more do you want by way of credentials?" he asked.
The woman looked for several seconds at the big, thickly-veined cock.
"I should cut that off and serve it for the luncheon special tomorrow," she said. "Hey, put it back in!"
"Nobody's around."
"I know, but it makes me nervous. Here, busy yourself with a beer and I'll be through in a few minutes."
She opened him a bottle of beer and put the bottle and a glass in front of him. "Are you hungry?"
"Just for some tender, loving care," he said, buttoning his fly again. He sat down and began to sip the cold beer slowly, letting the bubbly liquid quench his parched throat. Betsy continued with her work, going quickly and efficiently, seeming to be in as big a hurry as he was.
By the time the brew had been drunk, she announced that she was ready to leave the restaurant until they reopened for the dinner crowd.
"We can go through the back," she said, motioning to him.
He followed her through the kitchen, a storeroom, and out the back of the diner. Several steps from the restaurant was a small house with two windows and a door in front. Betsy quickly crossed the yard and opened the door of the bungalow.
"Home sweet home," she said, motioning Shelby inside.
He entered the small dwelling, feeling an excitement in his chest. He had been trying for many weeks now to see the inside of Betsy's living quarters, and at least he made it this far, regardless of what happened.
"Small," the waitress said.
Shelby looked around at the large efficiency room. There were chairs and a sofa bed, a television set, and a dinette. There was a small kitchenette and a private bath.
"It looks pretty big to me," Shelby said, "but of course, I'm a trailer ass."
The woman indicated a chair for him to sit in.
"How about another beer?"
"Don't mind if I do," he said, relaxing as he sat.
She went into the refrigerator and brought back two frosty bottles of beer and two mugs.
"I like it myself, when I'm not working," she said, placing the beers alongside him on a small table and pouring them into the mugs.
"Cheers," she said, toasting him.
"Cheers yourself," he said, and took a long gulp. "Hmmm, hits the spot on a hot day, doesn't it?"
"Sure does."
He watched her sit across from him. He stretched his legs and pointed his feet in her direction.
"Hey," he said, taking another gulp of the beer.
She stared at the burly man for several seconds. He was one of the best-looking men who had ever come into the diner, and she couldn't deny that she'd been more interested in him than in most of the guys who made their daily pleas for her attention.
"So what's the problem at home?" she asked. "Hell, you were only there yesterday morning."
Shelby smiled, feeling a little sheepish.
"No problems. Except for the arguments, of course."
"Arguments? What arguments?"
"Oh, something you probably wouldn't be interested in," the big man replied. "They've been going on for a long time now. And I guess they aren't finished yet."
"Is that so? Married troubles?"
"No, not exactly. Well, yes, I guess so. You see, Connie wants a baby and--"
The woman lit a cigarette. She was just taking the first drag when she interrupted him.
"A baby? So what's the problem? How long have you been married?"
"Well, almost ten years, but--"
"Ten years! And you don't have kids?"
"No. You see, I don't think we should tie ourselves down that way. You see, I'm on the move a lot, from job to job."
"Jeez!" the waitress said, taking another puff on her cigarette and a sip on her beer. "I feel sorry for her, you know. She's alone a lot. Maybe a kid means a lot more to her than you think."
Shelby was getting slightly annoyed. He didn't come here to talk about his marriage to Connie.
"Anyway," he said, rubbing his crotch through the khaki material of his trousers, "she'll beg me for it all she wants to, but she'll play hell getting a baby out of this!"
Betsy looked slightly amused. She watched the burly man rub himself to a near erection. She couldn't get over the sight of his cock when he showed it to her in the diner. She stood up and walked over to him, kneeling down between his outstretched legs.
"Slip 'em down," she said.
He quickly unbuckled his trousers. He undid his fly and, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his jockey shorts as well, pushed all the material covering him down his thighs to his knees.
She untied his shoes, pulled them off, and then yanked the pants down over his feet and threw them on the floor beside her. She was still wearing her white uniform, as starched and white as a nurse's.
He was completely nude in front of her gaze now, except for his shirt. His hairy belly was hard and bushy--the brown hair of his pubic area formed a thick jungle. Beneath, the cock was standing out as thick and long as a small arm, and the balls hanging down over the edge of the chair were as big as ostrich eggs. His hairy thighs were massive and powerful. She could tell that his entire body was like a rock.
She reached out and took the thick slab of meat in her hand, weighing it. A drop of clear fluid accumulated at the little slit, where the foreskin allowed half of the big head to peep through. She leaned down and licked up the drop with her tongue.
"Whew!" he gasped, starting to breath hard. The cock jumped in her hand. "Maybe we better get you out of that uniform.
"Sit still," she said, standing up. She quickly reached behind her and unzipped the dress. In one movement she pulled it down and off her shoulders, then down over her hips. Shelby watched in fascination as more and more of her bare skin began to expose itself to his view. She had the white, white skin of many redheads, with attractive freckles scattered over the body. The first he noticed were on her shoulders, and a few dotted her breasts, which stood high and proud.
She wore only a bra and panties as she laid the dress neatly across the bed. They were pink, and made her white skin look even softer, more feminine.
"Take everything off," he whispered.
She stood a few feet away from him and began to remove her underwear. The bra peeled off her breasts like the skin of an orange. The twin orbs seemed to poke straight out at him, staring. He looked into the round eyes and saw the nipples begin to harden. Then she slowly slid the panties down over her hips and a fine vee of red pubic hair formed at the crotch. The hair was straight, and it hung down from her lips, looking damp already, like she had just stepped out of the shower.
"Come here," he said, sliding his ass farther down on the chair and pushing his crotch forward. "Sit on this."
"Oh, no," she said, advancing. "I have other ideas for that. Just leave it to me, okay?"
She got on her knees between his legs again and reached once more for his now jerking and trembling pole.
"We'll make sure this doesn't cause any trouble," she said, and then she bent down and took the head of his cock in her mouth.
Shelby groaned and shifted his weight, letting his crotch shove even farther forward.
Betsy's red hair fell down each side of her face, brushing his legs. He placed one hand on top of her head, gently urging her to go down more.
She opened her mouth wider and cupped his balls. The she sent over half his thick slab into her mouth, past the opening to her throat, and down her gullet.
"Holy shit!" he moaned, pressing her head with both hands. "Holy shit!"
She pulled the cock from her mouth and began to lick his big nuts. The thick brown hair that covered the sac was matted and slicked down in a few seconds from her spit.
He felt his balls begin to churn under her lips, and he wondered if he was about to lose his load. He put his hands under her armpits and urged her to come up over him.
"Nothing doing," she said, taking her mouth away from his testicles. "I'm going to do what your wife should be doing to you. If you won't give her a kid, she should never let you into her hot pussy again!"
"Oh, come on, Betsy--" he protested.
"Not on your life. You don't get anything but my mouth."
"Please, baby, you'll drive me crazy that way--! "
"Serve you right!"
She went back to his balls, licking furiously and pushing his thighs up at the same time. In a moment, she had his feet resting on the edge of the chair, and his ass was clearly exposed to her face.
The powerful cheeks rested on the edge of the seat like two slabs of hairy granite. A thick jungle of his hair swept up into the crack, hiding the hole. She reached out and pried the cheeks apart. When the little brown pucker was exposed, she dipped her mouth down and began to lick the small orifice.
"Aggghhh!" he almost screamed. He sent his pelvis a foot in the air, allowing her greater freedom to tickle his butt with her tongue. "Oh, goddamn, Betsy, at least let me eat you too!"
She pulled her mouth away from his ass-hole.
"I said leave it to me! Now just lie there and shut up!"
She inserted a finger at the entrance to his rectum and probed inward.
"Wheeeewwww!" he whistled through his teeth.
The finger was shoved all the way inside him now, and her mouth once more attacked his jerking pole.
He and Connie had only experimented this way twice, and Connie had only managed to give him a token blow job, not expert enough to bring him off, even. Shelby realized it was probably his own fault, but his sexual attitudes were slightly prudish where his wife was concerned, and he had usually discouraged oral foreplay.
Betsy had him lodged deeply in her throat once more, and she was sliding his cock into her gullet until her lips pressed firmly into his hairy bush. He had never had his tool taken all the way, and the sensation was driving him almost crazy!
"Oh shit! Shit!" he hollered. He grabbed the back of her neck with both hands and began to fuck wildly into her face. He didn't know how she could take it without gagging, but it was a wonderful thing to see the way she operated!
She would hold the cock down the entire length for several seconds before coming up for air, letting her throat muscles massage it at the same time. He noticed that she was exciting herself as well as him, and she reached down and began to shove several fingers into her pussy, pulling and pinching her clit at the same time.
"Hmmmmm--" her voice hummed against his shaft.
"I--I'm gonna--shoot--OH!" he groaned, still bucking his hips, almost completely out of breath. "Oh, Christ, let me put it in you! PLEASE!"
She paid no attention to his pleadings, and she continued to give him deep throat.
"Oh, shit! Yeah, that's right," he grunted, while he fucked her face, resigned now to the blow job, "suck that prick, you cocksucker! Eat that big piece of meat until I come in your mouth, you fucking horny bitch!"
She began to masturbate herself faster and faster, and he could tell from the perspiration on her forehead and breasts that she was just as hot as he was.
He felt the seed begin to bubble then, and he made no attempt to hold back.
"Now eat it, bitch!" he moaned loudly, "eat my pussy-splitter all up! Swallow that come, you fucking queer bitch! Eat it! Owwww, eat if, you fucking whore! I'm gonna shoot! Oh, shit! I'm cummming!"
She sucked even harder.
"I'M CUMMMNNNGGG!! ! " he hollered, and then she felt his first splashes of hot, heavy cream hit her throat. Her instinct was to gag, but she held on, swallowing as hard as she could until she had drained him completely and his prick began to dwindle again. She had brought herself off at the same time, and the fingers that still squeezed up into her cunt were soaking.
Finally, she pulled off and stood up immediately.
"Now get dressed and get out of here!" she almost spat at him.
He looked up at her in amazement.
"Why--what's the matter, baby?"
"Don't baby me! Just get your pants on and split! Sure, I wanted that cock, or I wouldn't have brought you back here, but now that I've had it, I don't care if I ever see you again, you conceited bastard!"
"Owww, come on, Betsy, why do you talk to me like that?"
She tossed his pants at him.
"You heard me! Save it for your wife from now on! Although, I don't know why she even wants it, the way you treat her!"
"Oh, mind your own fucking business," he grumbled, slipping into his shorts and trousers.
When he was dressed, he walked to the door, then turned around, feeling awkward and angry.
"Will I see you again?"
Betsy was slipping into a housecoat, preparing for a shower.
"No, Shelby," she said, "if you get too lonely from now on, how about jerking off?"
He felt like walking back and slapping her. Instead, he went out of the little bungalow, slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER SIX
Wednesday was the Fourth of July, but Shelby wasn't coming home for the holiday. His crew had been promised a special bonus if they would continue their work through the week. Connie was furious. She had stayed in the trailer all the day and night before, thinking about her encounter with Jerry on the beach, and remembering what she had seen Sal, the TV repairman, doing to Audrey.
It had been a rough night. Several times she had awakened to find her fingers pushed firmly down into her crotch, her thighs pressed tightly together, slowly humping her hips.
Twice she had gotten up and taken a shower, but the refreshing effects of the bath seemed to last only a few seconds, and she was hot and horny again, hornier than she had ever been in her lifetime.
Now she stepped out of the trailer after another day of sitting and sewing and reading. Her trailer had been thoroughly cleaned from top to bottom, and there was nothing else to occupy the woman's mind. Television had bored her to tears, except for an occasional memory of Sal and Audrey. She had stopped herself once in the middle of dialing Daggio's TV Repair.
The holiday evening was warm but breezy, and she realized it was cooler than she had thought.
Jerry's car was gone, and the lights were out in the Potter's home. Connie supposed they had gone out for a lovely evening of dining and dancing, or to see a show. The sort of evening she and Shelby seldom had together.
She noticed that many people were beginning to congregate at the end of the trailer park. Through the dusk she could see a large number of the residents standing on a small, grassy hill at the far end, where in the afternoons the area was crowded with sunbathers.
Mrs. Hallard, a jovial woman who spoke to Connie occasionally, walked by.
"Going to see the fireworks?" she asked.
"What fireworks?" Connie asked.
"Why, the ones that are being sent off from City Island. They'll be starting in a few minutes, and you can see them perfectly from the hill there! They're always so beautiful!"
"I'll probably walk down that way in a little bit," Connie said, smiling. Funny, she thought, how people live in parks like this year after year, she felt suddenly lonely, and close to tears. Damn Shelby! Damn his goddamn job! Damn everything!
Then she thought for a moment, and added, except sex!
She was dressed in a tight pair of green slacks, and a just-as-tight top, a thin jersey thing, short-sleeved, that clung to her body like paint. She didn't wear a bra that night. Connie had seldom felt the need for one. Although her breasts were full and round, and heavy when lifted, they stood high on her chest and flattened very little, even when she lay flat on her back.
She noticed the glances of many of the men whom she passed in the twilight.
Wouldn't they like to, she thought, and if they weren't too stupid to make a move, I'd let a few of them!
She thought all at once about her attitude. She didn't understand the change that had come over her since Monday, but she didn't analyze it either. She knew that sometimes the erotic dreams she had would come to life around her, and there would be nothing she could do to stop them. She thought again of Jerry on the beach, and decided that she would let him take her in any way he demanded. And she knew that if the handsome, dark TV repairman had wanted to violate her ass the way he had done to Audrey, she would not only let him, but she would probably beg him not to stop.
Connie felt her crotch begin to get warm and tingly as she approached the group of fireworks watchers. The stares from the men only added to her glow.
On the darkening hill, more and more people began to crowd into a small area. People from neighboring houses and trailer parks walked over, knowing that this was the place where the display could be seen at its best advantage.
Some people had brought blankets and pillows. Soon it would be difficult to see where to put them down.
Connie felt herself being crowded up against the backs of a middle-aged couple, who were standing arm in arm.
BOOM!
A fiery ball sailed into the sky at an arch, then burst into a giant umbrella of flashing colors that kept fanning out farther and farther until they disappeared.
Many "owwwws!" were heard from the crowd, and immediately another rocket was launched, this one exploding with even more brilliance. The sky was turning dark enough now to show the fireworks in all their illuminated glory.
Other people were pushing up behind Connie now, brushing against her, but she couldn't move forward. She was suddenly aware of a man's midsection pressed firmly against her backside.
A certain warmth was coming from the crotch and belly that pressed into her, and she felt a sudden naughty thrill at being aware of her advantage. She knew that with just a few little twitches of her rump, she could cause a lot of friction against the pressing body.
She stood very still for a moment, and then she squeezed the cheeks of her ass together, making the muscles rub against the loin that was shoved into her posterior.
The crotch in back of her answered with a press forward, almost unnoticeable.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three rockets went up at once, and exploded seconds apart, making the sky bright with light.
More "Oooooo's" and "Ahhhhh's" came from the watching crowd, and every time something spectacular happened in the sky, the group seemed to press more closely together.
Connie felt the man behind her give a little lurch forward, shoving his crotch up hard against her ass. She assumed that he had also been shoved a little from behind, and the action was not entirely his own doing. But she used the extra closeness to her advantage. She gave several little twitches of her buttock muscles, and she felt the crotch begin to press closer than ever. She realized, suddenly, that the man was getting an erection, and the firm meat was probing tightly against the soft flesh of her backside.
She began to rotate her pelvis, so subtly that she was sure nobody standing around could possibly notice. The crotch behind her pressed in more firmly than ever, and the moment of truth had finally arrived when both parties realized that they could no longer pretend that anything happening did not have the full attention of the other person.
A hand suddenly moved down between the crotch and the tight slacks the woman wore. The fingers roamed down Connie's behind, pressing into her crack. She gripped her buttocks over the invading fingers, and squeezed. The hand rubbed itself up and down the crack for several strokes, and then it reached boldly down and began to slide between her thighs.
Connie pressed the thighs more tightly together, stopping it.
She slowly let her own hand move back and around, behind her. She closed in over the big fingers. She gripped the hand and felt it all over. A rough hand, but not leathery or wrinkled. Just a big, young hand that was completely masculine. Someone young, she thought. She had had sex with only one man younger than herself, and that had been Jerry. Was this Jerry? she thought. No, he and Audrey were gone somewhere. Besides, Jerry would have spoken to her quite openly and casually.
BOOM! BOOM! CRACK! KAZOOM!
The sky was alight with the explosions now, each more beautiful than the other. Some of the rockets sent little sizzlers down almost to the ground, little seahorses of silver sequins, that somersaulted merrily on their trip downward.
The big hand grabbed Connie's dainty one and pushed it back against a denim-clad crotch.
Connie felt her legs tremble slightly. She encircled the thick cock behind her, letting her hand make a fist around the hardening meat.
The cock felt like a big sausage in her hand. She squeezed several times, applying varying amounts of pressure until the last squeeze was almost painfully rough.
"Seeooowwww!" she heard a voice whisper close to her ear. She felt hot breath against the side of her face, and her cheeks blushed a bright scarlet.
Then she knew that her pussy was beginning to drip! The sinking feeling started in her belly, as though molten lava had poured down and collected in her womb.
She squeezed again, and the cock seemed to turn into a lead pipe! The pole began to travel down the leg of the tight Levi's, even as her hand held onto it.
BAM! BAM! THWAM! SPOCK! SPOCK! SPOCK! BOOM! BOOM!
The entire sky was ablaze with light and color now. The little hill turned to daylight, and Connie let her hand drop away from the thick pole.
The finale of the fireworks display had ended with an elaborate rocket that sent out explosions that formed the shape of an American flag. The crowd on the hill applauded out of sheer enjoyment, then they began to leave the area, chatting loudly about the excellence of the display.
Connie realized that she had probably been standing there for quite some time. She knew that she hadn't been aware of even a small part of the show. Her mind had drifted out into regions that took her light years away from reality. She knew that another of her dreams was taking over her brain, and that something that should have been a part of her sleeping awareness was going to burst into full reality.
She stood perfectly still, feeling the man behind her move away several inches for appearances' sake.
Finally, the area was deserted. Nobody seemed to notice the two of them standing there. When a discrete amount of time had passed, his hand reached around and cupped one of her braless breasts. She thought of Audrey being taken from behind, and she pressed her buttocks closely into him again.
A mouth brushed into her hair, and a voice whispered.
"We have to go someplace! Where? Where can we go?"
The voice was young, almost familiar. Connie turned around and looked into the face that stared at her lustfully in the moonlight. Her heart gave a little jump and she suppressed a slight gasp in her throat!
The person whom she had felt up and pressed against during the fireworks display was Alan, a seventeen-year-old boy who had been cutting hers and Shelby's lawn this summer!
"MRS. MINOR!"
"Shhhh!" She put a finger to his lips. She knew exactly what she would do now. The erotic dream had escaped the narrow confines of her bedroom and was swirling around her now, letting her know that it was about to become a reality.
"Don't say anything, Alan! Just walk me down to my trailer, and when we see that nobody's around, you'll come inside."
"But, Mrs. Minor, maybe I--! "
"Maybe you'd better what?"
"Maybe I better forget this--because, I--I didn't know you were anybody I knew--"
"So what?"
"Well, I mean, I just sort of--"
Connie grabbed his cock so hard that his mouth formed a little O in pain.
"Listen to me, you'll do what I say, or I'll pay a little visit to your parents and explain that the boy who does my lawn just made very improper advances to me while we were watching the fireworks display!"
"Oh, no, please--! "
"And I'll say that the things he was doing to me certainly indicated that he had a lot of experience, and that it might be wise to get him to a psychiatrist before the community has a potential rapist running around--"
"Oh, no, shit!" the boy moaned, close to tears. "Oh, please, Mrs. Minor--please don't do that to me!
Connie Minor released her hold on his cock. "Come on," she said.
Alan followed her down the hill and walked beside her on the concrete sidewalk to her trailer. She looked around for a second, decided the place was deserted, and said, "Come inside! And be quick about it!"
He followed her into the little trailer. It was one of the smallest in the park, although from the inside it seemed quite attractive and comfortable.
"Fix us a drink!" Connie said crisply, checking around to see that all the curtains were tightly shut. "The booze is over the kitchen sink. Just pour some bourbon into glasses, about two inches, and then take a little water from the tap!"
He went to his task obediently, doing everything efficiently, and following her directions to the letter.
She crossed to a little table, opened an ice bucket, and was pleased to see that there was still a good supply of frozen cubes.
"Bring 'em here, Romeo!"
The boy crossed the room and put the drinks down in front of her. Connie used the little tongs that were attached to the side of the bucket to put ice in their glasses. She handed him his drink and lifted her own in a toast.
"Here's to what's gonna happen!" She took a long gulp from her drink, and he followed suit, coughing a little.
"Not exactly an experienced drinker, huh?" Connie asked, slightly amused.
Alan finished choking.
"No. I drink sometimes, but not very much."
"What do you do for kicks?" the older woman asked, surprising herself. She seldom drank, and had never considered it a prerequisite for "kicks."
Alan looked a little sheepish.
"Well, I like to smoke a little pot. You won't tell anybody I said that, will you?"
Connie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Of course not. You wouldn't happen to have some of it with you, would you?"
"Gee--you mean that?" Alan asked.
"Of course. I never tried it, but I always wanted to."
The boy reached into his shirt pocket and produced two oddly-rolled cigarettes.
"Then let's turn on!" Alan said.
They took their drinks to the sofa and sat down. Connie curled up facing him, letting him get the full benefit of her body. She wasn't having the slightest trouble capturing his attention.
Alan produced some matches and lit one of the little rolled tubes. He took the first long drag, holding the smoke in until he thought his lungs would burst, and then let it out. He passed the cigarette to Connie.
"Do you smoke regular cigarettes?"
"Yes."
"Then you know how to hold the smoke down into your lungs. Keep it there as long as you can, and you get a better effect that way."
Connie took the cigarette and dragged deeply in.
The smoke felt harsh and she was tempted to cough, but she managed to keep calm long enough to do as Alan had instructed. When she finally exhaled, she was already feeling light-headed.
"Now another one," the boy said.
Connie took another drag on the cigarette. The smoke seemed a little less harsh this time, and she had no trouble completing the ritual.
"Far out!" the boy said, taking the cigarette from her and beginning to suck in long drags himself.
The two of them finished the first cigarette, and he lit the second one. In between their long pulls, they sipped their bourbon. Soon, both of them were floating.
They had seemed lost in their own experiences for a long time, both of them doing their own thing to the high they were feeling.
Finally, Connie looked languidly over at the boy. She took a good, hard look. He was thickly set for his seventeen years, and muscles bulged in his arms that she would have only expected on a more mature adult. His cock had felt incredibly long and thick under the denim material, and she knew that he was hard and masculine all over.
"Let's take these drinks into bed," she whispered.
His glazed eyes looked over at her.
"Okay," he whispered back.
She grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. She pulled back the spread and revealed the clean, crisp sheets.
"Get naked in a hurry!" she hissed at him.
Through his pot-fogged brain, her words sounded like kisses all over his body.
"Yes, ma'am!" he said, and began to undress.
Connie sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. He was nude in what seemed like seconds, having only a short-sleeved shirt and Levi's to remove. After he had kicked out of his tennis sneakers and white socks, there was nothing but the statue of a Greek god left, bulging with young, lithe muscles and put together the way her erotic dreams had always constructed him.
Connie tore off her jersey top.
She watched the bulging eyes of the teenager as he ogled her breasts.
She saw his incredibly big cock rise slowly up in the air.
Then she yanked down her slacks. She knew that he would be totally unprepared for the fact that she was not wearing panties either.
She kicked off the slacks, and her gold sandals at the same time.
When she faced the boy finally, nude from head to toe, she smiled a smile that was more hatred than happiness.
"What do you see, you snotty-nosed little prick?"
Alan sat down carefully on the edge of the bed. He was feeling weak and dizzy.
"Oh, motherfuck!" he gasped. "I see the most beautiful sight I ever saw in my life!"
She advanced on him.
"Lie down!"
He stretched out the full length of the mattress.
Connie crawled up over him until her knees were planted firmly on each side of his chest, and her crotch was dangling directly over his face.
"Now eat my pussy out, you nasty little juvenile delinquent!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was a kind of stoned surprise in the boy's eyes when Connie told him to eat her out. She suspected that he had never done this to a woman or girl before. She was determined that he would be a professional when she finished with him.
"Open your mouth!" she barked at him.
Alan glanced at her again and opened his mouth wide.
"Now stick your tongue out as far as you can!" He was feeling a combination of excitement and fear. The woman was turning into an animal! He didn't mind that, for sexual purposes, but he was still afraid that she would do something erratic later, like telling his parents what she had threatened, or accusing him of rape. He began to hate her at the same time he prepared himself to lick her pussy.
His tongue was all the way out of his mouth. He looked like a dying man begging for water.
Connie guided her pelvis down and zeroed in on his tongue. She felt the wet little lick-stick part through her hair-covered pussy lips, and she ground down until she knew he was licking well up inside her.
"That's it! Now eat, you little fucker! Eat me, I say!"
The taste of her pussy surprised him at first. It tasted almost exactly the way he'd always suspected a woman's cunt would taste, but there was another taste that he wasn't prepared for--a slightly biting, acidy flavor. But suddenly her pubic hair was pressed into his nose and he felt her beautiful smooth thighs begin to rub against the sides of his face. He reached up and began to stroke her soft buttocks, and suddenly it was love.
Alan groaned, and he closed his mouth over her cunt. He began to suck at the same time he shot his tongue as far into her tunnel as it would go.
"Aaaaoooowww!" she moaned loudly, and began to squash her pussy down harder on his mouth. "That's right, lover! Owww, you know how to eat pussy, don't you? Ohhhh, yessss, you know how to eat a woman out!"
He held her buttocks firmly now and pulled her crotch even harder into his face. Her vagina seemed to open up completely around his mouth and in a moment he was washing his face in the wet, smooth skin of the inner walls, forcing his tongue all the way into her womb.
With one hand Connie reached back and grasped his cock. With her other hand she began to massage her clit, rubbing the erect little knob of flesh back and forth between her thumb and forefinger.
She was riding his face like a saddle now, bobbing up and down and mashing back and forth, knowing that she was suffocating him and possibly hurting him with her weight. She didn't care. Another erotic dream had turned into reality around her, and she knew that she would have to play it out to the end, as helpless as if she were asleep.
Alan's cock throbbed in her grip and she began to milk it up and down, hard. The prick had reached an incredible stiffness, like an iron pipe with veins. She milked up with her fist until his foreskin was pulled a full inch up over the head, and then she milked down, causing the head to tear out of its fleshy enclosure, looking for something to mount.
She realized that she'd have him off in nothing flat, so she relaxed her hold.
The boy continued to eat her out passionately. She was surprised at how much he got turned on by the smells and tastes of her crotch. A real firecracker, she thought.
She rode him for several more minutes, massaging her clit furiously at the same time, and then she realized that she could no longer control the eruption of molten lava that was boiling up from her loins.
"AGH! AGH! AGH!" she grunted over and over, bucking her crotch down and massaging it roughly over his mouth and chin and nose. He must have suspected that she was coming, because he grabbed her buttocks even more firmly and held on, feeling like his nose was going to break against her lower belly. He had given up all hope of breathing, and decided to go under in this dark paradise he'd found. He was beginning to feel a little faint at the precise minute she came.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" she wailed, throwing her head back. Her low cry was like an animal's, and the boy felt a few seconds of fear again. This woman was crazy! But, Christ, was she beautiful!
Alan felt her pussy grab and pull and squeeze his tongue as she began to explode. He felt warm juices beginning to flood his mouth, and he drank them down like he was at a fountain. When his tongue was finished, so were her spasms.
She immediately jumped off his face, and he breathed deeply through his mouth and nose, grabbing for air desperately. When his lungs seemed to be satisfied, her mouth crushed down on his, cutting off his air supply. Her tongue probed in, and he began to suck on it. She lay flat on top of him, and he reached down and balanced her with his hands on her ass cheeks.
"Oh, lover!" she breathed hard, pulling her mouth from his. "What a hot fucking lover you are!"
He didn't answer, and she kissed him again, long and passionately. When she pulled away once more, she propped herself on an elbow and looked down at him, stroking his chest.
"Now I think we'd better get you taken care of!"
Her face was flushed and beautiful above him, and he felt his heart leap.
She leaned over and began to lick him slowly across his smooth, suntanned chest. She let her mouth come to rest on one nipple at a time, pulling the little tips between her lips and then biting them gently.
He groaned!
"Like that?" she asked.
"Uh-huh!"
She moved her tongue down wetly until she was leaving a little damp trail to his navel, matting the dark brown hair that had started to form there. She sipped her tongue into the furry little pit and felt his stomach muscles tighten.
"Sheeeiiittttt--" he gasped.
Connie reached for his cock and balls. There was too much basket to hold in one hand, and she curled herself up and began to caress his equipment like a child playing with her favorite toys.
His cock was the most beautiful one she'd ever seen. Not even Shelby's could match this, and Jerry's, big though it was, did not measure up to the pole she was drooling over at the moment.
"Alan," she purred softly in the dark room. "I want you to come off in my mouth!"
The boy didn't answer, but she heard him gasp.
"I've never taken a man in my mouth before. Really, I haven't! I want to feel you shooting in there, and taste all your thick juice and swallow it down my throat!"
His cock jerked in her hand.
"Do you think you could shoot all that big load into my mouth, sweetheart, if I get you all hot and bothered first?"
There was a moment's silence, then his voice whispered, "Yess!"
Connie smiled, but he couldn't see her face. She had a feeling of absolute power over this boy, and she knew she could excite him in ways that she had never even tried, ways that girls half her age couldn't do for him.
She leaned down and placed her mouth at the base of his cock, bringing her lips over the thick cord that eventually disappeared into his fat balls. The nuts were covered with the same fine, dark-brown hair that was on his belly and pubic bush. She began to lick the fat eggs all over, marveling at the sweaty-sweet aroma that reached her nostrils from his crotch.
Alan parted his thick thighs and allowed Connie more room to kiss and lick. She pushed her tongue down into the little hollows that separated the balls from the tops of the thighs, licking and sucking.
He groaned, and pulled his legs even farther apart.
Connie's tongue was in virgin territory. Shelby had never encouraged this sort of lovemaking, although there were many times when she would have jumped at the chance to taste and kiss her husband's most intimate places.
The boy was writhing around now, his cock jumping madly in the woman's grasp.
Connie's tongue trailed down even lower, and she pushed his thighs straight up and back. They looked like tree trunks. She ran her mouth over the back of his balls then, again finding the thick cord. She began to suck on the cord as though it were a small finger, and she let her mouth follow it down to his little puckered brown hole.
Then she pried his ass cheeks apart and dipped her mouth into the hole, sucking and probing with her tongue. The tastes were driving her into a frenzy! She sucked harder.
Jeeeeesussssss!" Alan sighed. His heart was racing so fast that he had difficulty breathing.
The young-boy smells and tastes had her masturbating again instantly. She dug her fingers into the pussy that was still lubricated with his spit. One, two, then three fingers shot past the fat lips of her vagina and found themselves buried deep up inside, held prisoner there by her clasping thighs.
Connie left his ass and allowed his legs to descend again. She ran her tongue once more over his balls and then began to wet the head of his cock with her mouth.
She skinned him back all the way and attacked the smooth baby-flesh of the glans. He hissed through his teeth, and she could feel his entire torso go tense.
When the head was completely lubricated, she pushed it as far back into her mouth as it would go, but the fat knob stopped at the entrance to her throat.
Connie let it soak there for a minute, getting the cock dripping wet with her saliva, which had begun to flow freely. Then, lifting her head directly over the thick pole, she pushed down as hard as she could.
The cock shot past the entrance and down her gullet. It was going in so easily that she continued to push until her lips were stretched tightly around the heavy base. His thighs were pressed together now and his fat nuts made a cushion for her chin.
She held the cock like this, squeezing with her throat, until she felt the need of air in her lungs. Even breathing heavily through her nose, she found her supply of oxygen being cut off.
Slowly, she let the glistening pole slide back out of her. The boy hissed again, and his heart pounded so hard she could see the smooth skin on the left side of his chest throb.
His body was like ivory, with only hints of his brown hair dispersed at certain spots that added to his beauty in the older woman's eyes. There was no hair on his chest, but thick tufts matted his underarms. His belly had a light brushing, his bush was thick and curly. Although his nuts were hairy, his ass cheeks were as smooth as applies, except where a dense concentration of the brown hair swept up into the deep crack. And his thighs had an even distribution that was little more than peach fuzz.
Connie plunged down again, letting the cock travel into her throat once more until her lips touched his balls.
"AGGGHH!" he moaned loudly, and grabbed her head, holding her down on the throbbing shaft. He began to buck his hips into her face, and she suddenly had an urge to gag
She pulled up again and allowed air to rush into her lungs, and then she dove back down. His thighs shot up and he grabbed the back of her head once more, forcing himself even deeper. She was prepared for the assault his hips would make this time, and her choke reflexes were relaxed. The cock was dripping with lubrication. Then she pulled off him again.
"Fuck my face like a pussy!" she growled at him, feeling a little sadistic again.
She lay flat on her back and he got up over her face on his hands and knees.
The glistening pole was hanging just inches above her mouth now.
"Put that big horse-dick in my mouth-pussy and fuck the shit out of me!" she growled again, her voice becoming husky.
Alan put the head of his cock into her mouth, waited for her to re-moisten it, and then he plunged in brutally. His pubic hair was ground down into her mouth and he was lodged as far into her throat as he could go.
He let his ass rise and fall a couple of inches at a time, still fucking deep down inside.
Connie grabbed the ass cheeks and held him in much the same way he had held her when he ate her snatch.
Her throat was completely relaxed. She didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the grass, or maybe it was all part of playing a role in this dream fantasy, but he couldn't have face-fucked her too hard.
She held his ass and urged him to jab harder and harder until he was humping into her mouth as fast as he would have fucked her cunt.
He began to moan little soft moans now, over and over. And then he was panting and gasping and beginning to utter little curses under his breath.
"Eat that fucking cock, you fucking slut! Suck me off, you low down, cocksucking whore!"
His words were coming with difficulty. His chest was screaming for air and his heart pounded so hard the rapid beating was almost audible. His cock plowed into her throat like a battering ram.
Suddenly, he couldn't hold off and when he started to shoot he pulled out until only the head of his dick was till in her mouth. His first big spurts splashed against the roof of her mouth and ran down into hr. throat, forcing her to swallow quickly. "Eat that cum, you slut! Taste it! Swallow it! EAT TT! ? "
He reached down and slipped her face.
The hand stung her, and brought tears to her eyes, but she began to swallow faster, afraid now to miss a drop. The boy was big and powerful, and she had brought his lust to a dangerous point.
She began to pull her clit again, rotating her hips in circles as she did. It took no more than two or three seconds to bring herself off once more, although her climax this time missed the intensity of the one she'd had when he sucked her.
His cock finally began to shoot the cream out with less force. She found that she could swallow the rest of it with no difficulty at all, and she let thick gobs of cum stay in her mouth while she rolled the sperm over her teeth and lips.
Finally, she reached up, grabbed the deflating pole around the base, and began to lick it clean from top to bottom.
At last, she let it plop from her mouth.
Alan lay down on his stomach, totally exhausted. The grass and the alcohol had been almost too much for both of them.
Connie stretched out alongside him, hugged his body tightly to hers, and in a minute the two of them were sleeping.
It was almost three hours later when Connie woke up. Alan was snoring alongside her. She reached up and tousled the boy's hair. He stirred, grunted, and started snoring again.
She got up, went to the bathroom and took a long, leisurely shower. When she dried and returned to the bedroom, he was on his back, staring at her.
"Jesus Christ, what time is it?"
"A little after eleven," she answered. "Still early."
He jumped up and began to pull his clothes on quickly.
"Maybe early for you, but if I don't get home soon I'll catch hell!"
It was charming, she thought, to see a man getting dressed in her bedroom who had to worry about the hour his parents saw him come in.
She walked over to him and put her arms around his hard, muscular young body.
"I liked the taste of your cum," she whispered.
He blushed slightly.
"Did you like what you did to me?"
"I--yeah, I guess I did! I sure did it, didn't I?"
"Yes, you sure did!" She kissed his neck and cheek, feeling that he was probably out of the mood now for anything more intimate.
He was completely dressed and looked rather eager to take off.
"Will I see you again?" she asked, walking him to the living room.
"I--I guess so," he answered.
Connie had a rush of panic! The thought occurred to her that he hadn't found her attractive enough for a repeat performance. Or maybe he was just young and unsure of himself.
"Listen," she said, "do you know any other boys about your age? Boys you go to school with, or smoke pot with, or chase girls with?"
Alan looked at her, surprised.
"Sure. Lots of guys. Why?"
Connie was desperate!
"Then why don't you tell them about me? Why don't you get them together and tell them that I'll give every one of them a turn!"
Alan smiled at her sheepishly.
"You mean that?"
"Of course I mean it! Maybe you could get four or five of them together, and I'd do anything they wanted! They could all have me at the same time! They could fuck my pussy and mouth and ass-hole!"
Alan was shocked. He backed away from her a couple of feet. Never in his life had he even heard of a woman with such hot pants!
"Well, I guess--"
"OH, PLEASE!" she cried, almost begging. "Please see. what you can arrange!"
The boy thought for a moment.
"Where would we do it--here?"
"Any place! Any place! But maybe this wouldn't be so good. I wouldn't want the neighbors to see so many boys coming in here at once."
"Well," Alan said, his mind thinking fast now, "We have sort of a club house--"
"Yes!" Connie cried, grabbing him by the shoulders. She had visions of dirty white socks and blue jeans and jock straps and a boys' club. "Yes! Your club house! As long as it's private!"
Alan smiled.
"Oh, it's private, all right."
"Then you'll do it? You'll get your friends together? You'll call me and let me know when I can see you? Not on weekends, remember. But soon. Tomorrow! Oh, please, let it be tomorrow!"
He gently but firmly pushed her hands away from him. She had begun o clutch at his shoulders so hard that her nails were cutting him.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down."
Without another word, he turned and left the trailer.
She stood in the center of the room for a few moments. Then she turned off all the lights and went back to the bedroom. She stretched out on the sheets and let her nose absorb the odors that their lovemaking had left behind.
And she fell asleep Once more.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Mrs. Minor?"
"Yes," Connie replied into the telephone receiver.
"This is Alan. Listen, remember the thing we talked about doing?" Connie's knees went weak.
"Of course I remember, Alan. What time tonight?"
"Well, that's why I called. Most of the guys have other dates for tonight. But they can all come tomorrow night."
Shelby usually got home between ten and eleven.
"All right, Alan, but we'll have to be finished by eight-thirty or nine. My husband comes home."
"Swell," the boy replied. Then he gave Connie directions. . .
Audrey Potter went to the door of her mobile home and signalled to Alan, who was mowing her lawn.
"Why don't you come in for a Coke? It's as hot as seven blazes out here."
"Don't mind if I do," the boy said. He was wearing only cut-off jeans, and his body glistened with sweat. Audrey couldn't take her eyes off the rippling muscles.
"Maybe I shouldn't sit on these upholstered chairs, Mrs. Potter. I'm all sweaty."
"Then come into the dining room," Audrey said. She wore a white gown of a chiffon material that was practically see-through. She had slipped into pink bikini panties, but her breasts were bare under the negligee, and she knew Alan would see her nipples if he tried hard enough.
She served both of them tall, frosty glasses of cola.
The boy's eyes were transfixed on her breasts as she leaned across the round table, letting the top of her negligee separate.
"Alan," Audrey said, sipping her Coke, "I didn't know you did handy work as well as mowing lawns."
The boy's eyes shot up to her face. "Handy work?"
"Yes," Audrey said, shifting her weight around and exposing even more of her smooth, shapely hills. "Around the house. Inside. I thought you just mowed lawns."
"I do."
"You don't work inside at all? "No, ma'am."
"Ohhhh--" Audrey breathed the word slowly, putting down her glass. "I just wondered. Because I saw you coming out of Mrs. Minor's trailer after eleven o'clock last night. I mean, Jerry and I were just driving in--"
--Shit! he thought. So that was the Potters' car coming in when I left!
He had been in such a hurry to walk home, he hadn't noticed where the car had stopped.
"Oh, no, Mrs. Potter, that must have been someone else!"
The bitch! The horny bitch! Audrey thought. If something hasn't happened he's ashamed to admit, he wouldn't be lying! And to think I let that woman drive off with my husband!
Audrey felt a little annoyed. Of course, that Connie Minor had been walking around for days now with a hungry look on her face. It took a highly charged woman like Audrey to recognize pure lust in another female's eyes.
Audrey could call him a liar to his face, but he might get angry and storm out. Or she could try another tactic, feeling as bold as brass now.
She got up, let her negligee fall away, and stood in front of the boy with the upper part of her luscious body completely exposed.
She moved directly in front of him. His eyes were as big as saucers, and his cock hardened in the cutoffs immediately.
Audrey sank to her knees.
"Feel them!" she whispered.
Alan's hands trembled as he reached out and took the golden mounds in his palms. He was breathing hard.
Audrey slid her hand up his thigh and pressed her fingers under the place where the pants were cut off. She reached only an inch or two inside before she came into contact with the head of his fabulous prick. She had only suspected that Alan was hung this way!
"Now, let's talk a little," Audrey said, grasping the cock with her entire hand up inside the leg of his shorts. She squeezed with all her might. She was a strong woman, and his face turned white.
"AAGGHH!!" he cried out in pain.
Audrey squeezed again.
"EEEOOOWWW!! ! " he cried out again, almost screaming. "Oh, shit! Please! That hurts so bad I feel like I'm gonna faint!"
Audrey relaxed her grip, but she still held tightly to the meat.
"I'll stop on one condition," she said.
"Yeah--yeah--anything!" the boy groaned, feeling pain and fire in his groin at once.
"You tell me what you were doing to Connie Minor in that trailer last night until eleven o'clock!"
Alan stared at her in horror as her hand began to squeeze tightly again.
The only thing Connie could find to use was a cucumber. Until the past few days, it would have never occurred to her to buy a dildo or a vibrator to keep around in emergencies.
Now her pussy was burning in a way that her fingers could no longer satisfy. Her clit had been pulled raw, and she still couldn't reach an orgasm. She desperately needed to be filled, to have bulk and weight and thickness up there!
The delay of one night before she could meet Alan's friends had been a shock to her nervous system. All morning she had been dripping, thinking about the encounter that was to be set up. Then the telephone call had dashed her hopes, and she realized that she had an agonizing day and a half to wait.
Connie stripped herself completely and got on the living-room sofa. Although she knew that nobody could see into the unlighted room, the bright, sunny morning was clearly visible to her through the thin curtains of the window next to the sofa.
She got on her hands and knees, rolled the end of the cucumber around in her mouth for a seconds, and then placed the fattest end against her wet cunt. She began to push the thick, green object up inside, opening her vagina to its fullest.
The first shock was the coldness, but in a moment her pussy got used to the chill. The size seemed perfect, but it might take a lot of tugging and pushing to bury it completely.
She rose to her knees now, and leaned across the back of the sofa, shoving with both hands. Her eyes peered out the window and she caught sight of Alan in a pair of short pants cutting the Potter's grass.
The cucumber slipped in another three inches!
Connie put her head down sideways on the back of the sofa and continued to stare at the boy while she began pumping up and down, bringing the fat object even farther up inside her. She watched the way his back and thigh muscles rippled as he walked away--the round buttocks bobbing slightly up and down.
She bucked her hips faster and faster. The thick cucumber was completely buried in her now, and she had to grasp the other end tightly so that her hands could continue to pump it in and out.
"Oh, Alan!" she moaned, "oh, come over here now and shove that big cock of yours up inside me. Make me scream with the pain of it! Put it in my mouth! Sit on my face! Anything! Anything! But fuck me! Fuck meeee--"
Her hips were almost a blur now as she hunched faster and faster, desperate for release! But the orgasm would not come. She almost screamed out in anger and frustration. . .
"Owww, owwww, owww! Come, goddamn you! Come off! Oh, god, let me come! Let me come!"
Her hips ground down and around frantically! The relief seemed a fraction of an inch away, but still it refused to engulf her.
Her pussy was sore from the workout it had been getting this morning, but the soreness only caused more friction, more tingle, more burning heat!
"Agh! Agh! Agh!" she gasped over and over, still trying to force an orgasm from herself.
"Shit! Shit! Piss! Fucking shit! Oh, god, let me come! Let me come! Let me come! Aggghhhh! Oh, please! OH, PLEASE!! "
Finally she threw all of her weight against the sofa and began to sob. Her crotch was a churning pit of desire, but still release would not come. She felt she was being tortured for some unknown crime.
Her tear-stained eyes drifted toward the window again just in time to see Alan being ushered into the Potter's mobile home. Audrey was wearing something so thin even Connie could see through it.
The horny bitch! Connie thought, if she wears him out before tomorrow night I'll cut her fucking throat!
Connie buried her face in the material of the sofa back and let the cucumber slowly slide out of her. Wearily, she picked it up, threw it into the trash bag, and fixed herself a drink.
She seldom drank in the daytime, but lately she found it increasingly necessary for her jangled nerves. Before she had swallowed her first belt of the straight bourbon, a thought crossed her mind.
She quickly looked through the telephone directory, found a number, and dialed.
"Mr. Potter's wire," an efficient female voice said.
"Mr. Potter, please," Connie said, her voice slightly shaky.
"Who's calling, please?"
"Mrs. Minor."
"One moment, Mrs. Minor."
She was put on hold. Jerry's office had a brisk, business-like sound that Connie liked. She knew Jerry was on his way up.
"Connie?"
"Yes. Look, Jerry, I'm sorry to call you at work, but-"
"That's all right. What's the matter? You sound nervous."
"I am! Look, Jerry, can you talk? "Just a minute."
She heard him cross the room and come back. She guessed he was peeking out of his office to see if his secretary could possibly be overhearing their conversation.
"Shoot away," he said when he returned. "I'm not bugged. At least, I don't think I am!"
"Okay, Jerry," Connie said, taking another drink from the glass of bourbon. "Then get this straight. You have to make up an excuse to come home late tonight. You have to meet me. A motel. Anywhere!"
"What?" His voice was full of shocked surprise.
"That's right, you fucking rapist! You're going to fuck my pussy tonight until I can't walk straight. Do you understand? You're going to fuck me until it's running down my fucking legs!"
Jerry whistled through his teeth.
"Do you have that straight, Jerry?" Connie said, her voice steadier now.
"You bet, lady!"
He gave her the address of a cocktail lounge where he would pick her up when he got off from work.
Audrey was straddling Alan in the small bedroom at the other end of the trailer. She hadn't wanted the boy's sweaty body to lie down on the sheets in the other room, and she didn't feel like waiting while he showered.
She was over him on all fours, and he was just lining up the head of his cock with her pussy lips when the telephone rang.
"Excuse me," Audrey said, crawling off. She walked quickly to the kitchen and took the wall phone.
"Hello?"
"Audrey? Jerry!"
"Hi!"
"Hi. Listen, my love, something's come up. You know the Lyons case I was telling you about?"
"Yes." Indeed she did. It was the first case that Jerry had been considered for of any real importance. She had encouraged him from the beginning to try to work his way in.
"Well, there's been some new information. If I can get around to a few peoples' houses tonight, I can really fatten the brief. I might even get to handle the whole thing.
Audrey's eyes danced with dollar signs. Any evening that Jerry came home late was a golden opportunity for her anyway.
"Not to worry, darling! Really."
Alan had walked out of the bedroom and slipped to his knees behind her. He buried his face between the woman's buttocks and sought out the drooping lips of her blonde pussy with his mouth.
"OH, NO!" the woman almost shouted. She spread her thighs and let Alan's face shoot even deeper between her legs. "Just one of those damned cramps I get in my foot, darling."
"Oh," Jerry replied.
Alan spread her pussy lips and began to lick up and down the crack of her vagina in long, wet strokes.
"What--what time will you be home, darling?" Audrey asked, fighting to keep her voice under control.
"Probably midnight. I'll get a bite somewhere. Don't wait up for me."
"Right on," Audrey said, praying that he'd hang up quickly before she let out an uncontrollable gasp.
"Okay, then, my love, see you later."
"Ye--yes!" Audrey said, and quickly hung up the phone.
She turned around and grabbed the boy's head between her hands.
"You little prick!" she said smiling, "is that what Connie Minor taught you to do?"
Alan smiled back.
"That, and a lot more too." He had told the complete story now, and he felt rather proud that he had been able to boast of the encounter to another woman. Of course, she had forced him--
"Did Connie show you how to really eat out a snatch?"
The boy winked from his crouching position.
"My tongue just about drove her up the wall."
"SHOW ME!" Audrey cried, crushing his face into her bush.
His tongue shot out and buried itself deeply between the puffed blonde lips. He began to probe deeply in, causing her to jerk her hips out of control.
"Holy fuck!" she panted, while he began to attack her with a force no man had ever shown before. "Oh, shit, darling, yes! Eat me out soooo goood!"
The boy suddenly pulled his face away from her crotch and stood up. His face had a slightly mean look that made Audrey tingle all over.
"Not so fast, bitch!" he hissed at her. "You see this fucking cock of mine? You think I'm gonna jerk off like a pansy while I eat your pussy out? You better get that hole ready, lady!"
Audrey could have melted into the floor. The naked boy in front of her looked like an Adonis. She'd have sucked his toes, dirty though they were.
She put her arms around him and purred in his ear.
"And just which hole are you talking about, darling?"
Even in his role as aggressor, Alan was a little lost for words.
"Why--uh--your pussy!"
"Owwwww--" Audrey purred. "I thought maybe you were going to force that big thing of yours up my tender little backside."
Alan almost shuddered from excitement.
"Your--your backside?" he stammered.
"Yes, darling," Audrey said, grabbing his hand and shoving it roughly into the crack of her ass. "I thought maybe you were going to try to tear my little ass apart with the big club of yours!"
"I--I wasn't--" he started. "You weren't?" she said, pushing his hand even farther into her ass. He began to insert a finger, and she opened up, letting him know it was all right.
Finally, she pulled away from him.
"I guess," she said, "that little boys your age haven't had any experience in that department."
"Bulllll-shhhiiitttt!" Alan said, pulling his thick cock. "I fuck girls in the ass all the time."
Audrey smiled a dazzling smile at him.
"Well, then," she said, taking him around the shoulders and leading him back to the bedroom. "I won't feel a bit concerned about doing it with someone so experienced!"
Mr. Edward had just given a woman a permanent wave. His next appointment wasn't for three quarters of an hour, and he busied himself around his shop, getting a head start on the next onslaught.
He made sure that he had all the hair dyes, shampoos, conditioners and setting lotions he needed at his fingertips, checking his list of customers as he did so.
Hairdressing hadn't come easy to a man who had spent the first ten of his working years driving a truck. Most of the old bags who came to him assumed he was a pansy, anyway, and he couldn't have cared less. But it was difficult under his circumstances to approach a lot of the better-looking women who required his services. They were all married, all discreet. Except for a couple.
He reached down and gave his big balls a squeeze, remembering one especially neat little brunette he had shampooed that morning. He wished he could have jerked off in her hair. She would never have known the difference.
Just then the telephone rang. It was lunch time and he was alone. He lifted the receiver and kept his deep voice as high as he could manage.
"Mr. Edward's."
"Edward, this is Audrey Potter."
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Potter." His cock began to stiffen. Audrey Potter was one dame he'd have eaten out with a rusty shoehorn.
"Listen, Edward," Audrey said, "I've been coming to your shop for so long now that I feel we're old friends. I mean, you must know as much about my personal life as I do, the way we talk."
Mr. Edward laughed. A couple of the stories she told him had caused wet dreams.
"That's so true," he answered.
"And now I find I have a long, boring evening ahead, and not a thing planned. I wondered if you'd like to share some dinner with me."
Yes, he thought, you on a skewer!
"And I already shopped for steaks that I was planning to have."
"Sounds just wonderful," the man said, reaching down and giving his crotch another squeeze.
"Fine, then," Audrey said. He thought she sounded a little breathless. "Seven o'clock okay?"
"Seven's just fine."
She gave him the address and he jotted it down in his dainty little appointment book.
CHAPTER NINE
Connie had taken a taxi to the cocktail lounge. It was almost empty, and she sat at a little table in the corner. At precisely five-fifteen, Jerry walked in, saw her, and came over.
"Lady," he said, smiling down at her, "I hope you're all ready for a workout!"
Connie almost choked on her drink. Ready? She was only hoping she wouldn't soak the seat of the chair she was sitting in!
Jerry sat down and ordered them a drink.
"What's in the shopping bag?" he asked, indicating a plastic bag on the floor next to her legs.
"Oh, just a few things that I saw in a store window. I had the cab stop. You can see later."
He smiled, and stared at her. He thought she looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. She was dressed in a simple jersey dress that stopped at mid-thigh. The brown material showed every curve of her body, and Jerry knew that her fantastic tits were braless again!
Below the skirt, she wore black stockings and black, patent-leather boots.
"Quite a teenybopper you are today!" he said, when the drinks arrived.
"Oh?" she asked, lifting her glass. "Don't you like the way I'm dressed?"
She seemed a little on the defensive. He quickly tried to reassure her.
"Of course I like the way you're dressed. I was just thinking that you look more beautiful today than I've ever seen you."
Connie smiled, took another sip of her drink, and asked casually, "Did you make arrangements for a room?"
"Right," he answered. "A motel I've used before. The owner's a good friend. No problems!" Connie finished her cocktail with one gulp. "Then let's go fuck!" she hissed at him. He paid the check with trembling Angers and led her out the door and to his car.
The motel was located several miles out of town, and Connie enjoyed the drive. Most of her life seemed to center around the little trailer park. She seldom went away from that area any farther than she could walk.
Jerry pulled around to the back parking lot of the rather glamorous establishment and braked to a stop in front of Room I'll. The key was already discretely in the door.
"You're quite an operator," she said. He smiled, went around and opened her door, then locked the car up.
"Lovely," she said, when they got inside the room. It was an attractive motel, definitely the kind frequented by successful businessmen. On the bureau was a tray containing a bucket of ice, various-sized glasses, a selection of whiskeys and mixes.
Jerry had already removed his jacket and was taking off his tie. She watched until he had peeled off his shirt and slipped out of his trousers. Then she stopped him, leaving him standing in only socks and cotton briefs.
"Wait until I slip into something more comfortable," she said.
The man stood in the center of the room, breathing hard, a thick bulge already beginning to show in his crotch.
Connie walked into the bathroom, taking the plastic shopping bag with her.
"How about fixing us a drink?" she called over her shoulder.
"Sure thing," Jerry said. He went to the bureau and began mixing highballs. By the time he'd finished he heard the bathroom door open and Connie walked out. He turned to hand her a drink and almost dropped the glasses!
She was still wearing the patent-leather boots and black stockings, but the stockings were held up with a black garter belt, and she wore black bikini panties as well. But when he looked at her breasts he almost fainted!
Her brassiere was black too. And leather!
"Holy shit!" he gasped. He quickly set the drinks down before they spilled in his trembling hands.
Connie walked over, calmly picked up the two drinks, and held his out.
"You want me to hold it for you? You seem to be a little shaky."
"No, no," he said, taking the drink and gulping deeply.
Connie took a long swig of her own drink. Jerry had mixed them very strong. She smiled a little ruefully. It was a shame, she thought, that he would have to reverse the roles after he'd gone to so much trouble to pull off this macho shit!
"Take a good long drink, Jerry baby," she said, toasting him. "You're going to need it!"
He stared at her for a long moment, and then he took his drink and finished it off quickly.
"Better make another one!"
There was something in her voice that told him to do what she said. He fixed them each another strong highball.
Connie switched some dials on the wall, and suddenly there was a soft rock music floating out at them from out of nowhere! Then she turned a switch and the room was bathed in a soft light, almost shadows of gold and orange.
Her skin looked like a sunset. She was moving about like a panther, drinking her highball as she walked. He noticed again the athletic spring of her soft muscles.
Then she was standing in front of him, with an expression on her face of pure lust and hatred.
"Get down on your knees!" she snarled.
He sank slowly down on his weakening knees. He looked up at her and saw a figure of total dominance standing over him.
"I knew it!" she hissed. "I knew the first time you pulled that big seduction scene on the beach what you wanted! I knew you could be my slave! I just had to wait until the dream was ready to happen--"
"The dream?" he said.
"Never mind!" she snapped. "Crawl over there and take your belt off your trousers!"
"My--my--belt?"
"You heard me!"
Jerry started to stand up. Connie planted the sole of her left boot against his chest and shoved him roughly back onto the floor.
"CRAWL!" she growled down at him.
The man was too surprised to do anything except obey. He crawled on his hands and knees to the bed, and yanked the black leather belt off the dark blue trousers that had been thrown there.
"Now bring it back in your mouth, you fucking dog!" she hissed.
He stared at her for almost a minute. Then he realized that his cock was so hard and throbbing he was afraid he'd lose his load on the spot. The cotton briefs tented out in front of him obscenely. His heart began to race.
"Bring it back in your mouth, I said!"
He placed the belt in his mouth and tasted the leather. He wondered if her brassiere would taste the same way, and another hot, sinking feeling spread through his groin.
He crawled back across the floor with the belt in his mouth.
"Drop it! she said, her voice continuing to hiss, "you seemed to like the taste of leather. Maybe you'd like to see how my boots taste. Would you?"
He looked straight up at her, suddenly resenting the humiliation she was putting him through. "Shit, no!"
She swung her hand down and smacked him across the face, hard. It was interesting, she thought, to see tears spring into the eyes of a man as ruggedly masculine as Jerry.
Her hand print was across his cheek, but he only continued to stare at her.
"NOW GET DOWN THERE AND LICK THE POLISH OFF!" she commanded.
Hardly realizing what he was doing, Jerry bent his head down and began to run his tongue roughly over the top of her black boot. After he had given several laps with his tongue, making the patent leather glisten, she barked at him.
"THE OTHER ONE!"
He switched his mouth to the top of her other boot and began to lick the entire surface, making it glisten with his spit like the first one.
She stepped away from him.
"Get on your face!"
He knelt down until his elbows and face rested in the carpet.
"Now lift your ass up!" she spat out her command.
He raised his ass as high in the air as he could, forcing himself to push the top of his head into the floor.
She walked around behind him and crouched down. Slowly, she hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of his shorts and tugged. The cotton material began to travel over his hard ass, and she kept pulling until the shorts were around his knees.
Then she picked up the belt and made a loop out of it. She rubbed the leather over and around his muscular ass cheeks, and then pushed the end of the loop up into the slightly hairy crack. She knew when the little mound of leather had pressed into his hole.
"How do you like the feel of leather on your ass, Jerry?" she cooed. "Leather can be so soft and cool, almost like a kiss. And then it can be cruel and hot as a branding iron. It can tear and burn and scar your flesh like a blowtorch!"
His spine gave a little shudder, and goose flesh appeared on the firm buttocks.
Connie's cunt was on fire! She felt complete control over this man. Soon he wouldn't stop at death itself to do what she wanted!
She bent her head down and began to lick wetly over his cheeks. She shoved her face deeply into the crack and let her tongue probe.
He exhaled a slow hiss.
Then she stood up, grabbed the buckle of the belt in her hand and swung the leather down hard against the muscular cheeks that were still damp from her spit.
THWACK!
The ass jerked, and Jerry crushed his mouth into the carpeted floor to keep from screaming.
THWANG! the belt descended again. This time a red welt had appeared from the first lash, and the second one crisscrossed it.
"OWWWW! OWWW, GOD! PLEASE!"
He had thrown his head up, and the words he groaned sounded like he was close to orgasm.
"ON YOUR BACK!" she screamed at him.
He rolled over and immediately felt the carpet sting the welts on his ass. It was the sensation of a thousand little hot needles.
She looked down and saw that his cock was waving back and forth in the air, jerking and throbbing. Some drops of clear fluid were running down the back, forming a little puddle at the top of his big balls. The expression on his face was sheer passion!
"Pull your legs back!" she snapped at him, still holding the belt in her hand.
He pulled his legs up and grasped them around the knees, pulling them back as hard as he could.
"What do you want to do?" she snarled.
"I--I--want to--fuck you," he whispered.
Her foot shot out and she kicked him savagely in one buttock.
"AGGGHH!" he cried.
"Now tell me what you want to do!"
His eyes stared up at her, glassy from fright and lust.
"I--I--want to suck your pussy!" he groaned.
Connie slipped the black panties down. She had worn them over the garter straps. When she was free of them she was still dressed in the boots, stockings, and garter belt. Her large breasts strained against the black leather brassiere. Droplets of sweat were forming in the valley between the golden hills.
He looked up through her magnificent thighs and saw the brown-haired pussy lips open and swell before him. They became fatter and fatter as he stared, finally parting and revealing the pink, wet flesh beneath.
Her thighs bent forward, and he noticed that she was beginning to crouch, her strong legs supporting her completely.
His mouth began to water as he saw the cunt descend, getting closer to his open lips by the second.
Then his nostrils detected the first scents of a mature woman's passion. The aroma floated over and around his head like a strange opium. He opened his mouth like a baby bird begging to be fed. The fat pussy lips closed over him, and he went wild!
His tongue shot in and began to explore the inner walls. He felt her begin to grip and pull, and he let her manipulate him until she tired of the muscle work and he took over again.
He licked deeply up and in now, and felt her push down harder. She was shoving his chin up inside as well, and in a moment he thought of trying to insert his entire head. His nose began to massage her erect clitoris, and she yanked him by the hair until his mouth was over the erect knob. He began to suck it wildly, pulling it through his lips and swirling the end with his tongue.
Connie grunted loudly as she bucked her crotch into his face.
"Eat my snatch, you miserable fucking dog!"
Her words made him work harder. He began to scrunch his mouth up farther inside, sucking and tonguing frantically!
She had never been eaten out this hard, and she almost cried out in triumph that she had made this man her slave!
His mouth was sucking so hard that she felt he'd tear her womb right out of her body!
Then her orgasm crashed down over her, the first one of the day, the one she had driven herself to exhaustion to achieve! She grabbed his hair and yanked it so hard some of it came out in her hands.
"UUMGPH!" he cried in pain, his mouth still deeply buried in her vagina.
She held his hair tightly in her hands and began to grind and smash against his face, rubbing her cunt raw against his bristly whiskers.
"AGHHH! AGHHH! EEAAH!" she moaned loudly, bucking harder and harder, letting every last ember of her explosion smolder and flame.
He lapped with his tongue, catching every drop of her fluids, swallowing them down his throat and searching for more.
Finally, her frantic hunching slowed down, and she let the last exquisite tingles of her climax throb over his tongue.
She pulled her snatch away and stood up. The man was moaning insanely, his cock throbbing pitifully, looking for release.
He was in nirvana, and his tongue was making circles over his lips, searching for more of the pussy juice.
"GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES!" she shouted.
He rolled over with no protest and took the position she ordered. "Now jerk yourself off!"
"Oh, please, please--" he begged, "please let me fuck you!"
She had grabbed the belt again and it swung down hard against his ass, swiping across both cheeks at once.
"Jerk it!" she snarled.
He began to frig his big club.
THWANG! the belt landed even harder. His buttocks were a bright scarlet now.
"Oh, Jesus! Please don't!" he began to sob.
"JERK IT HARDER!"
He began to beat his meat furiously, slamming his fist up and down as hard as he could. THWACK!
The belt landed again, and fireworks exploded in his brain.
"AAAEEEGGHHH!! ! " he choked.
His head hit the floor again, but he was still jerking himself wildly. His ass began to dance around under her, twitching and contracting.
"Beat my fucking ass, you goddamn bitch!" he cried. "Beat the shit out of me! Oh, Mama! Oh, Mama! Beat your little boy!"
She let the black leather cut into the soft flesh of his ass cheeks for several more blows, and then he was babbling out of control and she knew he would be coming all over the carpet.
She shot her foot out, kicked him roughly in the side, and sent him sprawling over onto his back once more.
His eyes stared up at her and his mouth opened wide.
She reached back and tore off her leather brassiere. Then she bent over and shoved as much of the material in his mouth as she could.
"Chew it!" she snarled.
He chewed on the leather for several seconds, savoring the taste of the sweat that had clung there.
"AGGHH!" he gagged, and his cock exploded!
Large splashes of the white fluid hit his stomach and chest. The cock exploded jet after jet of the heavy cream, while he rolled his hips from side to side, beating his meat furiously.
Finally, the spasms stopped. Connie went to the bureau, fixed them both a drink and handed him his.
He was sitting up now, shaking his head.
She sat on the bed and curled her legs up. He took several gulps of his highball and looked over at her. She smiled.
"How does your ass feel?" she asked coyly.
"Sore," he answered.
"Too bad!" she snapped. "You shouldn't be eating out married women in motel rooms!"
He didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. He stood up, finished his drink and put the glass down on the bureau.
"Now," Connie said, stretching out and spreading her thighs, "why don't you go in there and clean up! When you come back, I might let you put a finger in here." She pulled open her pussy lips and let him take a good look. "Or I might even let you fuck it. But first, you have to wash off-all that nasty shit!"
He felt his knees go weak, and he trotted off obediently to the bathroom.
CHAPTER TEN
Audrey had the dinner ready to serve in minutes. The baked potatoes had only to be warmed up, the salad was all made and waiting to be tossed with the dressing, and the steaks would take less than fifteen minutes in the broiler.
The table of the dining room was attractively set, complete with a small, crystal vase of roses. She had taken a good wine out of the stock in the closet, one that she and Jerry saved for special occasions, and bought by the case.
She wore a pale green, silk hostess gown. The material outlined her shape exquisitely, and several bright colors shot through the fabric design, contrasting with her blonde coloring. It was a bit formal for the occasion, she thought, but trying to put the make on a faggot hairdresser took special pains. She realized that she was probably taking herself on a wild goose chase this evening, but there were times, while Mr. Edward set her hair, that she detected a distinct, highly masculine aroma coming from the man's body.
If he isn't straight, he should be! she thought, on many occasions.
Just as she was taking the cork out of the wine bottle, she heard a strange sound outside.
It was a loud roar, and it stopped abruptly outside her front door.
What the fuck kind of car is that? Audrey thought, running to the door and swinging it open. A large motorcycle was being propped up and the large man was dressed almost completely in leather, including a leather cap with visor. His bulging muscles pressed against the shiny, soft black material. When he turned her way she could see a bulging crotch clearly outlined in the glow from a nearby street lamp.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Audrey asked.
The leather-clad man walked directly up to her and smiled a dazzling smile of large, even white r teeth.
"MR. EDWARD!" Audrey gasped. Then she tried to hide her confusion. "Why, what a surprise! I didn't expect you to come driving up on something like that!"
Mr. Edward took off his cap, showing a thick mop of curly black hair. Under the leather jacket, a tight white tee shirt showed his bulging chest muscles.
"I have a car too," he said, "but this is the way I travel when I just want to please myself."
She ushered him into the room.
"Well," she said, "I can see you're a man who goes after the thing he wants!"
She crossed the room, poured each of them a martini from a frosty pitcher, and indicated that they should both sit on the sofa.
Mr. Edward sank heavily down into the soft upholstery. She hadn't noticed before what a really big man he was. He looked so muscular, so hairy.
She sat next to him and handed him his drink. He gulped down the entire martini.
"Sorry," he said, "I was thirsty!" He handed the empty glass back to her and she quickly crossed the room and poured him another.
"I suppose driving around on that thing puts a little dust in your throat," she said, handing him a fresh martini.
"It sure does," he replied, sipping more slowly this time. "My throat is all rough and dry, and I'll bet yours is real smooth and wet and tender!"
Audrey almost dropped her glass! His words entered her ears, shot through her brain, and ended up deep inside her womb!
"Why--I--" she stammered, "uh--yes, I suppose it is!"
He reached over and clamped a big hand around the back of her neck. It felt rougher, more forceful than when it massaged her scalp.
"Prove it!" he snapped at her. Then he pulled her face roughly forward and pressed it onto his crotch.
Audrey's mouth was crushed into the leather bulge. She felt his cock stiffen immediately. It was strange, she thought, feeling a cock through leather. She let her mouth open and her tongue began to lick the big dick through the strange fabric.
His hand tightened on the back of her head, and he pushed her in harder.
"Oh, yeah, you stuck-up bitch!" he moaned. "Lick my crotch! Get your nose in there and take a good sniff! Lick it all over, you beautiful slut you!"
Mr. Edward had become an excellent judge of women, and he'd pegged Audrey from the start as one of the hottest-pussied broads he ever come within touching distance of. Every time he massaged her scalp she had an orgasm. Once, while he was working on the back of her neck, he actually saw a damp spot appear against the thin fabric of her slacks. His instincts with her had proven exactly right. She was slobbering over his crotch now like a mindless idiot.
"Hey, easy!" he said, pulling her face up by her hair, hurting her. "You'll lick these pants so hard they'll have to be saddle-soaped!"
The woman was reaching up and unbuttoning the front of her green silk hostess gown. She wore nothing underneath it.
"Why don't you slip them off then?" she said. "And let me lick something that won't have to be saddle-soaped later!"
He chuckled and stood up.
She curled up on the sofa, playing with her breasts and watching him. He reached down, unzipped this boots, and pulled them off. Then he unzipped the front of his leather trousers and slowly began to slide them down. When they reached his cock she saw that he wore a leather jock strap!
He pulled the pants all the way off. They peeled away from his bulging body like paint.
Audrey's pussy started soaking! She thought he was the most physically attractive man she had ever seen.
Mr. Edward shoved her back onto the sofa and crawled over on top of her. "Taste the strap!" he barked.
He shoved his crotch down roughly on her chin and mouth.
"But our dinner!" she mumbled through his nuts.
"Fuck dinner!" he growled down at her. "Lick!"
She began to lick the leather pouch that encased his balls. There was more sweat now, more heady male aroma. He shoved his pelvis forward and presented her mouth with his ass. He reached down and pulled his hard, hairy cheeks apart.
"Rim me!" he snapped. Then he sat down on her beautiful face.
Her tongue shot out and she began to probe his tight hole with all her might. She licked up inside as far as she could go, and he relaxed his sphincter muscle, allowing her to go even farther.
"Eat me out, you goddamn nymphomaniac!"
Audrey probed and sucked and licked harder. She grabbed his muscular cheeks in her hands and massaged them. Then he pulled his crotch roughly away from her.
He stood over her and barked a deep, mean voice. His face was a mask of anger and excitement.
"Now get naked and go in the bedroom! The way I figure it, a woman's got seven holes she can get fucked in, and I might try out every one of yours!"
Audrey's eyes registered fright, but she reached down and began to massage her crotch.
"Seven?" Audrey asked.
"That's right, bitch!" he snapped back. "Ears, nostrils, mouth, cunt and ass-hole!"
Audrey's cunt began to soak her fingers.
"There are three that I especially like to use," Audrey said.
Mr. Edward grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her off the sofa, onto her knees.
"I'll fuck you between your toes if I feel like it, you horny slut, so get in the bedroom like I said!"
Audrey made a beeline for the bedroom, starting in a sprinting position. When she reached the sheets she was naked. She couldn't even remember tearing off the green silk hostess gown.
Mr. Edward leaped on her back like a frog. He rubbed his lather-clad crotch up and down her back several .times. Then he stood up and removed the confining garment, balancing himself over her as he did so.
She rolled over on her back and looked straight up. He was completely nude to the waist. Above, her brain absorbed only abstracts of white tee shirt, leather jacket, cap, hard, mean features, bulging muscles and cruel eyes.
Below the waist the impressions got more specific. His thighs were hairy and massive, and his cock and balls hung down like merchandise in a delicatessen window. The nuts were like pieces of meat cut from unknown parts of cattle. The cock swung thick and heavy above her face, like two knockwurst sewn together. She knew that when it became hard she'd have a salami.
"See anything you like?" he asked.
She moaned and began to churn her hips into the mattress.
"Yes! Yes!" she whispered. She reached down and separated the lips of her blonde pussy, running a finger gently along the crack.
"What do you want to do with it?"
"Put it all over me," she moaned. "In my mouth and pussy and ass-hole! I want to rub it all over my face and breasts and belly and thighs and ass! I want you to rub your whole body all over me!"
He smiled a cruel smile at her.
Then he crouched down until the head of his cock rested against her lips.
"Skin it back!" he said.
She pulled back the heavy foreskin and saw the big pink head pop out into freedom. A drop of pre-seminal juice had already formed at the slit and was drooling down the underside.
"Clean it up!"
She flicked out her tongue and scooped up the drop of clear fluid. It tasted almost bland, watery.
Mr. Edward eased his pelvis down slowly, and the big bulb of his glans pressed between her lips.
"Eat that lollipop!"
She closed her mouth over the head and sucked the smooth flesh in, swirling her tongue around and around the tip at the same time.
"Owwwwww!" the big man groaned.
Several more drops of the clear fluid ran out the tip of his cock and into her mouth. She felt the liquid roll down her tongue and into her throat. She swallowed.
His cock began to swell and soon the head was forcing her lips wider and wider apart. Her mouth felt stretched, just accommodating the enormous knob. She forced her mouth open wider, and he had to push very little until the entrance to her throat was completely clogged.
She brought her mouth off the cock, forcing his crotch up.
"My god!" she said; "There's nothing I can do with one that size!"
"Lady," the man said, stroking his erection back and forth, "if this doesn't fit your pussy, it's gonna tear your ass-hole from here to tomorrow!"
Audrey looked up again at the thick pole. Only the head was shiny and glistening from her mouth. She hadn't been able to suck past that point.
The thought of something so enormous going up inside her made her quiver with excitement! It looked like a small arm! She pulled her knees back until they touched her breasts. Her pussy was soaking, and it pointed straight up at him.
She whispered at him.
"If you kill me, get out of here fast!"
Her arms were wrapped around her thighs, pulling the legs back as far as they would go.
Mr. Edward lined up the head of his cock with the swollen pussy lips and teased them.
"Owww shit!" she moaned. "Put that thing down in there! Darling, stop if I beg you to, but if you don't want to stop, then just go ahead and rip me open! I can see a doctor tomorrow!"
The head began to force its way between the lips, and suddenly it met with a barrier. Audrey almost fainted from pleasure! It was as though she were a virgin again!
"Don't worry, darling!" she purred at him, . reaching around and grasping his hard buttocks at the same time. "That's only my little old door. If it's locked, just go ahead and batter it down!"
With a mighty sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she let the doors open wide, and at the same time, Mr. Edward, heated up beyond reason, plowed straight down.
His cock tore up inside her with such force that she lost her breath.
In her semi-conscious state, she realized that he was yanking her hands away from his back, where her nails had begun to draw blood.
He shoved her arms over her head and held them there, while his mouth descended and began to nuzzle her titties. He drew his cock out until just the head was still lodged inside, and then slammed brutally down again. . .
"UGH!" she grunted. The cock had stabbed into her back wall, and she felt bruised. But the pain didn't matter any more. She welcomed any sensation that would let her know her pussy was alive! She was completely stuffed, stuffed like she never dreamed could happen. No dildo on earth could have filled her so fully! And the thick slab of meat was not only stretching her to the extent of her capabilities, it was also alive and throbbing and jerking!
"Rip me from ass-hole to elbow!" she shouted up at the man above her. "Fuck my pussy to shreds! Kill me with that fucking dick of yours, you son of a bitch!"
He began to hammer into her fast, doing a sort of push-up. Her knees were so far back now they framed her head. Her pussy was tilted straight up, completely exposed and vulnerable to any assault the man cared to give it.
Mr. Edward looked down and saw that he was pulling two inches of pussy wall out with each backward movement. The sight was nothing new to him. Most women he fucked were too small for him, and he had reamed out many a cunt to fit his size. Audrey's snatch was totally submissive at this point. She hadn't gotten used to the size yet, and her muscles didn't know what to start doing.
The man pushed his head between her breasts and brought his hands roughly over the golden globes at the same time. His pelvis began to hammer mercilessly.
"You're killing me! You're killing me!" the blonde woman screamed, grasping his face closer to her heaving breasts.
The gigantic dick ripped in and out until the scene became a sexscape of unharnessed lust.
"Aggggh!" Audrey screamed against his ear.
"Shut up, you fucking bitch!" he snarled back at her. "Why don't you just open the doors and sell tickets?"
"Darling!" she moaned, keeping her voice lower, "I'd have to charge a thousand dollars a ticket to let anyone see the way you're stretching me!"
He pushed forward until she thought she would pass out.
"You getting enough, you bitch? Are you finally getting enough?"
She ran her hands lightly down his hairy thighs.
"Why don't you shove yourself so far in that it comes out my throat?"
He pushed hard, making her wince.
"Feel anything?"
"It's almost at the back of my throat!"
"That so?"
He pushed again, and this time Audrey felt something give, sending her into a swoon of pain, anxiety, and pleasure.
"There's no man will ever be good enough after tonight!" he hissed down at her. Then he gave his pelvis another little flick. She felt like two more inches had pushed against an already impossible barrier.
"AAGGHH!" she moaned, clutching him more tightly to her.
He flicked his hips again and she almost passed out!
"You can take it, can't you, bitch?" he said in a low voice. "You can take the whole works, can't you?"
She grabbed his buttocks more gently this time. "I can take it until you shoot out my fucking ears!"
Mr. Edward knew when he jabbed his hips forward he would cause her the most intensive pain she had ever experienced.
Her mouth shot open, and an animal-like groan escaped her mouth. She breathed hard, but she finally found enough voice to speak.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "You afraid of something? Why don't you start fucking like you meant it, you fucking pansy!"
Mr. Edward began to use her the way he had never used a woman in his life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Connie arrived at the clubhouse promptly at seven o'clock. She had followed the directions to the best of her abilities. Alan's directions had been slightly vague, although she supposed the boy had done the best he could.
She could smell pot as soon as she reached the door, and when it was opened, the air was thick with the odor.
The clubhouse was in the basement of a building that had been marked for demolition. Apparently, nobody had complained about the boys using the premises.
Alan answered the knock, and she could see little of the dimly-lit room behind him. He was dressed in Levi's and a tee shirt. Connie wore a pants suit, and she had nothing on under it.
"Come on in!" the boy said, a little nervously.
Connie stepped inside quickly. She herself was feeling quite calm, and more than a little excited. She had used the bourbon bottle several times this evening as a bracer for the nerves, and by now she was feeling very little pain.
She was introduced to the other boys on a first-name-only basis. They were all strange to her.
Fred looked very much like Alan, brown-haired, with a smooth, muscular body.
Tony was a husky boy and very hairy for his age, with black curls matting his forearms and his chest above the white tee shirt. There were two other very husky boys who were twins. Mike and Bill had identical faces and bodies, very blonde and smooth-skinned. She supposed they played football, and Tony too. Rob was a tall, lanky boy with dark hair, and the last of the members present was Ted, another lanky kid but muscular and athletic-looking. He had the reddest hair Connie had ever seen.
All of the boys were dressed in Levi's and white tee shirts. Some of them wore sneakers, some wore boots. Alan was barefoot. She supposed they were all either sixteen or seventeen years old. None of them looked any older.
They were sitting on what looked like an entire mattress of bean bags. On closer observation, she saw that they had shoved about ten of the individual chairs together, making a padded area so large it could have accommodated a roomful of people.
A joint of marijuana was handed to her and she immediately sucked down a heavy amount of the smoke like she had been doing it for years. She held the smoke down as long as she could, exhaled, and then took another long pull from the cigarette. She tried to pass the joint back to Fred, who'd given it to her, but he waved her hand away.
"Keep it, lady. Get stoned!"
Connie held onto the cigarette, wondering just how stoned she would get, smoking it all by herself.
"Sit down," one of the blonde twins said, patting the leather cushion alongside his husky body.
Connie dropped down and curled her legs up.
"Quite a swanky setup for a teenagers' club," she said.
Several of the boys laughed. "Most of our folks have money," the redheaded Ted said.
A glass of cheap wine was shoved into Connie's hand and she drank it while she smoked. When an ashtray was needed, it appeared from out of nowhere for her. It seemed to her that she sat this way for an hour or so, but in actuality it took her less than five minutes to finish the joint. Another glass of wine was handed to her, and while she drank it a freshly-rolled cigarette was placed in her mouth and lit. She inhaled it deeply, and continued to drink the wine.
Two hands reached down and took off her sandals. Then the jacket of her pants suit was slipped off her shoulders. Under it, she wore a simple, sleeveless top. The material clung to her perfectly-shaped breasts like paint, and her already erect nipples pressed firmly out. Several of the boys made little gasps and sighs, but she didn't know which ones.
There was one small lamp on the floor on the opposite side of the room, and the illumination where she sat was shadowy and dark. She felt as though she were floating in space, and she knew that this was indeed a very erotic dream that had suddenly become reality. Perhaps it would be her best dream, her most intense, her most important one.
She continued to drink the wine and smoke the grass while fingers reached around and unzipped her top. She felt it being removed. She knew there would be a reaction to the sight of her braless tits, and she was right. She floated into a rosy cloud, closed her eyes, and listened to the excited gasps that came from the boys' throats.
She took her last drag on the cigarette and handed it to someone, she didn't know who. Then she tossed off the rest of the wine, and let her body sink down and in, falling into a sea of softness. Her head was resting in a sweaty crotch, and she didn't know whose, nor did she care.
Her breasts had felt the first coolness of air when they were exposed, but now they felt warm again, and the nipples were beginning to burn.
"Cool my tits off! Oh, somebody, please cool my tits off!"
She felt a mouth come down over her left nipple, and then another mouth a tacked the right one. Both mouths began to suck a little roughly. If they'd been experienced, they'd have been sadists.
"Aggghhh!" Connie moaned. "Oh, yes! Suck those nipples! Suck them, chew them, bite them off! Oh, suck my fucking tits!"
Her pelvis began to grind back and forth, and suddenly she felt the zipper of her slacks being undone. It felt like ten hands on her all at once, yanking the slacks off. Two strong hands lifted her by the small of the back, and the pants came down over her rounded buttocks effortlessly. A slight rush of coldness wafted over her pussy, and then fingers closed in and began to probe. The pants were pulled off her feet and she was completely naked.
While the fingers continued to probe her burning cunt, she heard sounds of clothes being removed, and from all around her she detected the fresh young smells of horny crotches. The zipper of the fly under her head came down and the boy yanked his Levi's off, lifting his ass and her head as he did so. There was a throbbing hard dick under her cheek now. A hand grabbed her hair and yanked her face roughly into the crotch. She saw a blaze of blonde pubic hair. She knew it was one of the husky twins. The cock was thick and uncircumcised. She pulled the foreskin back and a very fat, very red knob pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and took it in, almost having an orgasm when she tasted the fresh meat.
"Yeah, suck cock, lady!" a voice said. It was as husky as the boy it belonged to. She sucked down on the thick pole and buried most of it in her throat. She was becoming a thoroughly experienced cocksucker, and she loved it!
Her legs were yanked roughly apart and a cock stabbed into her cunt with no warning, no preliminaries. It hurt like hell, but her pussy was so hot and lubricated with her natural juices she managed to accommodate it. She started to take the cock out of her mouth and protest, but thought better of it. Something in her pot-boggled brain told her that this was the dream where she was going to take it rough.
The cock plowed in and out about ten times and she felt her pussy being soaked with cum.
Her own orgasm was still a churning mile away! She knew she'd have a problem With premature ejaculations from these boys. Thank God there were plenty of them, and they could shoot forever!
The cock pulled out and she turned her face just enough to see Rob, the dark-haired, lanky boy shake a long, thick pole, letting the last few drops of his cum spatter onto her belly. Then one of the blonde twins crouched down between her legs. His body was massive and powerful, thick and hard. It was almost as smooth as a baby's, except for the white thatch of hair around the big penis. He sailed into her with no preliminaries, but she was thoroughly lubricated with Rob's sperm.
While one twin began fucking her pussy ruthlessly, she sucked the other twin even farther down into her throat. She felt the thick pole jerk several times, and then her throat began to get drenched with thick, heavy cream. She swallowed fast, and managed to suck down every drop. The cock was battering her now, and she felt a rising excitement begin to erupt in her loins. It was only a tiny orgasm, but it set her pussy on fire. She knew it was a firecracker compared to the Roman candle that would explode eventually, but it was fireworks all the same.
Another cock entered her gaping mouth. She saw that it was Fred, the boy who looked enough like Alan to be his brother. Fred's cock wasn't as big as Alan's, but it was a lovely mouthful all the same, and Connie began to suck on it furiously.
Just then the twin who was fucking her let go, and she felt still another supply of young cum drenching the walls of her burning cunt, helping to cool them down.
"Give me some of that!" a very deep voice said. Connie darted her eyes sideways. Tony, the hairy, husky teenager was completely nude, and he had the body of a mature man. He almost shoved the equally husky blonde aside.
"Hey, easy man!" the twin said, pulling his still-dripping pole from her pussy.
Tony waved a club in Connie's direction. It looked like a baby's arm.
"You're gonna get a big loaf of bread in that oven, lady! You think you'll get enough?"
She had no time to answer before he plowed into her, and she almost screamed against the cock that was lodged firmly in her gullet. The big prick seemed to be tearing into new places. Even Shelby had never stuffed her more completely. While she sucked, she continued to stare sideways at Tony. The hairy young boy was driving fast and hard, knowing just what he wanted and taking it. He was going after his own, but she was getting hers too.
Boiling cauldrons of liquid seemed to be churning in her womb!
Then she saw Ted, the lanky but muscular redhead crouch down behind Tony. Ted's cock was like his body, long and white and strong. It was a thin piece of meat, but the length was incredible.
Tony shoved Connie's legs back until her knees were pressed down on either side of her face. Fred repositioned himself over her mouth and shoved his cock deeply into her throat again.
Her pussy was straight up, and Tony squatted over it. He pushed his thick slab straight down and it sank in all the way to her back wall.
Then she felt something wet on her ass-hole!
She couldn't look, but she knew that the redhead was lubricating her with spit.
The fingers left her ass for a few seconds and she knew that he was wetting his dick. Then a hard knob forced itself up against her tight, pink pucker.
Oh, no! she cried in her brain, I can't take this!
Somehow, she didn't think her dream should be going this way. Everything had fallen into place until now. She simply drifted through the inevitable, not wanting to change a thing. But now she was in genuine fear of physical pain, although she was still on fire sexually. She started to take the cock out of her mouth and protest when she felt the redhead begin to sink down into her.
Then she floated with the inevitable again. She realized that even the pain was necessary to complete this dream of dreams!
Her sphincter gave way, and the long, white cock sank deeply into her bowels, burning her like a hot poker. Tony's big slab in her cunt and Ted's equally long one in her rectum met and touched, separated only by a thin wall. She felt as though a telephone pole had been rammed up into her, tearing away everything that caused a barrier to the penetration.
The two cocks began to work in unison now, pushing in and pulling out at the same time. She was being held down and into her position by three strong boys, and she knew she was their captive. No amount of struggling would do any good. Her mouth, cunt, and ass-hole were being brutally used now, and she could do nothing but allow it to happen.
Fred came first into her mouth. The cocks continued to slam and batter her pussy and ass-hole at the same time that she felt a fresh explosion of cum erupt in her throat. While she swallowed she felt two heads squeeze in on each side of her chest. The blonde twins each took a nipple and began to work on it with mouth and tongue and lips and teeth. Connie felt hands yanking both her arms out, and suddenly each of her hands was wrapped around a thick cock. Alan and Rob forced her to jerk their shafts.
Only her feet now were not being used for somebody's pleasure.
Fred finished coming in her mouth. He pulled out and Alan immediately took his place. The handsome boy who had planned the evening was so hot he was already dripping. No sooner had her mouth closed down around his thick cock then he erupted, drenching her with more cream. She felt like she was floating in a sea of cum now, drowning in the slimy fluid.
"OWWW! OWWW, SHIT!" Tony cried, and his thick club began to batter her so brutally she screamed. Alan shoved deeply into her throat, cutting off the sounds. She continued to scream silently against his cock, and the contractions of her throat muscles only served to milk more of the thick load out of him and down into her stomach.
Then Ted was battering her as furiously as Tony, and both boys reached their orgasms at the same time.
While she was still swallowing Alan's cream, she felt her insides beginning to fill up with sperm. She felt it oozing out of both her holes, running down the cheeks of her ass, soaking her pussy hairs, running into her bush.
Alan's cock pulled out of her mouth and another one presented itself. She looked up and saw the tall, lanky Rob positioning himself above her face. His prick was throbbing again, and he jerked it back and forth. Her mouth opened to accept it, and it came stabbing in.
One of the blonde twins positioned his husky body between her legs again. His hand began to rub itself all over her pussy and ass, getting itself soaking wet with the accumulated puddles of cum. Fingers dipped into her snatch and scooped out more and more of it until the boy's big fist was completely wet.
Then she felt more hands grab her legs and pull them back again, forcing the knees roughly down on each side of her breasts.
The blonde continued to soak his fist in the juices that still seeped out of the recently vacated holes. Connie was in a state of suspense as Rob shoved his cock down deep into her gullet, almost cutting off her air. She breathed hard through her nose, like a prizefighter.
The blonde boy's fingers returned to her pussy, but this time four of them shot into her! She jerked her hips, trying to force his hand away, but she was being held quite firmly by six hands.
Then she felt his thumb join the other fingers and she realized that he was putting his whole fist up inside her. She struggled again and tried to yank the cock out of her throat, but Rob only shoved his pelvis down harder, lodging the big dick deeper than ever.
The husky blonde boy continued to rotate his hand back and forth while he pushed in. He got past the second set of knuckles and his wrist was only an inch away from her brutally stretched hole. The onslaught was so enormous that she could not move her muscles at all. They seemed paralyzed with shock.
He gave another shove, and his wrist shot past the gates. His fist was buried completely now, and he knew that with a little work he would push half his forearm into the fiery tunnel. As he reached in farther he found more and more of the juices that had been put there by the recent fuckings. He rolled his hand from side to side, wetting it. He felt like he was inside her belly.
Then her pussy muscles gripped his arm so tightly his fingers froze against the elastic walls they had been massaging.
The tunnel became a churning machine, with rolling vibrators going up and down his hand and arm. Sometimes the contractions were strong enough to cut off his circulation. Connie was going completely wild in her mounting orgasm.
She gripped and pulled and squeezed the hand inside her and sucked the cock down so deeply that her teeth scraped Rob's balls.
Then her crotch began to fuck furiously against the invading arm. She bucked and lurched so frantically that she was pulling the blonde boy's arm in several directions. At the same time her pussy lips seemed to be eating more and more of the arm inside, sucking at it hungrily.
The sight was entirely too much for Rob. He couldn't hold off. The woman's throat was doing some really far-out things to him, and just as he began to blast his nuts her mouth shot open and she screamed out her climax!
Gobs of the thick, slimy cum splashed into her open mouth as she choked and sobbed and cried out. The heavy cream ran out of her mouth and down the sides of her face. Her pussy was gripping the blonde's arm so tightly he was in pain.
And then the door flew open and Connie heard startled voices and a general scuffle of bodies.
Her eyes were still tightly shut. The husky blonde tried to pull his arm out of her, but she held him fast, still riding out her orgasm, the best orgasm of her life.
"GODDAMN!" a deep, loud voice exclaimed. "THAT'S THE GOD-DAMNDEST SIGHT I EVER SAW!"
She opened her eyes and saw three policemen standing over her. The one in the middle had a red face and a disgusted expression.
"Okay," he said, "all of you get your clothes on! You're under arrest!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jerry was napping after dinner. He seemed totally exhausted tonight. He hadn't even wanted her to shower with him. In fact, he had seemed reluctant to undress in front of her, and was napping with all his clothes on. She noticed, too, that he didn't lie flat on his back like he usually did.
Audrey saw car lights flash into the drive and a car stopped. She peeked through the living-room windows and saw Shelby Minor get out of his car.
She glanced at the clock. It was only eight!
My God! she thought, Connie's little gang-bang only started an hour ago!
Alan had told her everything, and she had felt pleased about having this juicy piece of blackmail in her possession, just in case she ever needed it.
But the juicy little piece of blackmail was absolutely useless if Connie didn't pull it off!
Then Audrey began to relax. After all, whatever time Connie came in, or whatever excuse she gave for where she'd been, Shelby could hardly guess where she'd really been. Connie looked to Audrey like the sort of gal who could pull off a pretty good dodge in an emergency.
But Audrey had other things on her mind as well.
And she knew she had at least an hour to do them.
She stepped outside her trailer. She was dressed in slacks and a tight-fitting top that made her voluptuous blonde body look like an athlete's, an Amazon warrior. Audrey could carry off the impression even further with the determined way she walked.
The big man had locked his car and was just reaching his front door when Audrey spoke to him. "Hi, Shelby!"
"Oh, hi, Audrey."
"Connie isn't home."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she mentioned something to me but I forgot what she said. I think she said she'd be home after nine."
"Oh, okay, thanks," the construction worker smiled at her, then he unlocked his door and started to enter his living room.
"Oh, Shelby," Audrey said, "why don't you drop over and have a drink with me! Jerry has conked out, and I could just scream for some company."
The big man stopped, turned around and smiled again.
"Sounds great. But wouldn't we wake up Jerry with our talking?"
Audrey put her finger to her lips. Then a bright idea seemed to occur to her.
"Of course! Why don't I mix us something and bring it over here!"
"Well, as a matter-of-fact, Audrey, we keep a pretty good stock here too. Come on in, and we'll see what we can find."
She quickly agreed, and within five minutes the two of them were cozily sipping rather strong highballs that Audrey had mixed, and staring at each other across the coffee table.
"Wow!" Shelby said, taking a long gulp on his drink. "You don't kid around when you mix, do you?"
Audrey laughed. "I always say a bird can't fly on one wing!"
"Well, then," he said, handing her his empty glass, "Let's get the other wing up!"
She wanted to say, there's something else I'd rather see get up, but thought better of it.
She rose and fixed him another drink, fortifying her own at the same time. When they were settled down once more, he drank more slowly.
"The first one is always to get the dust out of my throat," he explained.
She liked his easy, masculine conversation. Audrey had always preferred the company of men over women, and she had very few girl friends as a result. But with men she always felt relaxed. In some cases, her outer calm was a front for the driving passions that seemed to race through her body. She always sought out the presence of men who could provide her with these feelings, and Shelby Minor was certainly one of them.
"How's the bridge coming?" she asked.
"Fine. Better than we expected. But I could stay around another year if I wanted to. It'll take that long before all the work is done."
"It seems a shame," Audrey said; uncrossing and recrossing her legs, "that you've been living here as lung as you have and we haven't gotten to be better friends."
"Yeah, it is," the big man said, staring at the way one of her feet bobbed up and down. "I guess I'm just not here enough, and when I am Connie and I like to--"
She could see him almost blush.
"--be alone a good deal of the time."
"I understand perfectly, Shelby." Audrey said, taking longer swallows of her drink now, "I can imagine how awful it must be for you out there all week, but heavens, you could hardly commute when you have to start at the crack of dawn!"
"I don't know--" the big man said, "Lately I've been thinking that it might be worth it." What he was really thinking about Was his semi-unpleasant experience with Betsy the waitress, and the fact that Betsy was the only piece of tail in the whole area of the construction site.
"Well, now, I had no idea all that celibacy was bothering you. But I should have known better!" Audrey took their glasses and poured them each another drink. "Why, just looking at you anyone can see that you're a man who needs what he needs when he needs it!"
When she crossed the room and handed him his drink he was staring at her a little glassily. She had kept the amounts of bourbon flowing freely into the glasses, and he hadn't eaten dinner yet. She checked the clock, and realized that they had been in the trailer a little over fifteen minutes.
May not work, Audrey thought, but nobody can say I'm not fast!
"Yeah," Shelby said in a soft voice while he drank from the fresh drink, "it can get lonely out there."
He saw her looking down at his crotch, and he knew she would spot the rising bulge. What the fuck, he thought, she put it there! Let her take a good look!
Shelby had never felt so intimate with Audrey before. He had noticed her plenty of times, to be sure, and the two couples had done some light socializing on occasions, but he realized that being completely alone with her made a big difference. There was something naturally sensual about the way she moved, and every time she passed in front of him his body was drawn to her as though she were a giant magnet.
He stared at her lovely, thick blonde hair, and then the shape of her breasts under the tight, sleeveless top. Her arms were full but slender, and her body was full of firm-soft curves that displayed themselves at their best in her hips and ass. Even the thighs had a slender-but-full shape that made the man long to run his hands over them.
Audrey crossed the room then and leaned down over the man. He tilted his face back and allowed her to bring her mouth down onto his. He was a little bit surprised by her sudden move, but not enough so to let it interfere with his enjoyment.
He set his drink down and put his arms around her, at the same time pulling his mouth away from hers and burying his face in her breasts.
A powerful emotion overcame Shelby at this moment, and he realized that in the back of his mind he had probably always wanted to have an intimate contact with Audrey. It had seemed so impossible, somehow, because of the closeness of their residences.
Her breasts felt firm and wonderful under his face. He nuzzled his nose into the valley, pressing deeply into the material of her top.
Audrey grabbed his hair and ran her fingers through it. She looked down at the man who was nuzzling her and her pussy got warm and tingly.
He must have been one of the most completely masculine men she had ever met, besides Mr. Edward. Why, Jerry seemed like a sissy by comparison. His need for her breasts at the moment reminded her of a nursing infant. He was obviously a man who loved women very deeply.
"Oh, Shelby! Shelby! Darling, I suddenly feel so horny and hot for you! Oh, I don't know what's come over me, but my body is completely on fire! Oh, darling, don't think I'm a tramp or anything, but I want you to take me into the bedroom and fuck me!"
His face pulled slowly away from her breasts and he looked up at her. "Really?"
"Yes, darling! Oh, Shelby, you seem like a completely different man tonight! I never noticed how big and rough and handsome you are! Oh, darling, please fuck me! You suddenly seem to be my closest friend! Oh, darling, help a friend out! Just take me in there and shove it to me! It can be quick! It might be the only chance we'll ever have!"
Before he knew what he was doing, Shelby half walked and half carried Audrey to the bedroom. He shoved her roughly down on the mattress and began to unbutton his work shirt. Audrey squirmed around under him, looking up. She had already undone the zipper at the back of her tight top and was peeling the thin material from her shoulders. Her breasts were braless, and Shelby immediately noted that they had a shape almost as perfect as Connie's.
He ripped the shirt from his body now and she looked up at the broad, muscular chest, richly matted with the same brown hair that was on his head. He unbuckled his trousers and yanked the zipper down. Then he quickly shoved the khaki material over his thighs. Untying his shoes at the same time, he kicked them off.
Audrey felt her pussy begin to quiver as she looked at his hard, thick body, the thighs massive and hairy, like the rest of him. His jockey shorts were so tented out in front that the material of the legs was pulled out and away, exposing parts of his big balls.
He watched her hastily unzip her slacks and peel them down, and he saw that she wore nothing underneath.
After she had kicked off her gold sandals, she was lying below him as naked as the day she was born.
"Take off the shorts!" she whispered huskily.
Shelby pulled the cotton material down over his crotch. When his cock was finally released, it swung heavily down and bobbed a few times, then rose straight out from his body.
It was a club that was even longer and fatter than Audrey had dreamed it would be. She grabbed the lips of her blonde snatch and pulled them wide apart. In the dimly-lit room Shelby could see the pink, pink flesh appear behind the darker skin of the vagina. He looked deeply into her wetness, and slid the shorts down and off his legs, stepping out of them.
"Come into me!" she cried. "I'm already wet. I'm already opened up for you! Owww, I want you inside me so bad I'm going crazy! Oh, darling, let me suck on it!"
He moved up over her, straddling her face with his crotch. She reached out and pulled the head of his cock against her mouth. Pulling back the foreskin as she did so, she opened her lips wide and guided the tender flesh in, making sure that she did not scrape him with her teeth.
Then she began to gently suck the head, which filled her mouth almost completely. She ran her tongue all around the crown several times, and then concentrated on the underside, licking it from base to tip. She worried the little slit at the end, and probed as much of her tongue inside as she could, gripping the base at the same time.
Several large drops of masculine fluid rolled onto her tongue and down into her throat. She pressed harder with her lips, and felt the big shaft jerk.
Shelby sighed and probed his hips forward, driving more of the cock into her. She opened her throat as much as she could and allowed the fat head to slide down, then she breathed deeply through her nostrils and began to suck the shaft all the way into her gullet.
The big man heaved his hips then, and he could have strangled her to death with little effort. His big prick had buried itself so deeply into her throat that her sources of air were completely cut off.
"Suck on that, you horny bitch!" he hissed down at her.
Her hands shot to his buttocks and pulled him even harder into her face, but after a few seconds the same hands were gently forcing him away. He let his throbbing wet pole slide out of her throat, and she came up for air.
"Darling, what a size you are!" she sighed up at him. "I had no idea you were hung that way! You're--you're so virile!"
He squatted over her breasts then and placed his dick between her luscious tits. He pulled the titties together and made a soft tunnel for his big cock. Then he began to fuck between them, pushing all the way in until the end of his tool pressed into her chin.
She reached between his thighs and found his balls, fat and hairy. She began to massage them gently, rolling each big egg at a time between her fingers. Then she put a hand to her face and wet the index finger in her mouth. When it was soaking, she slid her hand carefully under his thighs again, past the ball sac, and shoved the finger roughly up his ass.
"Owwww!" he wailed, then he shoved her tits more firmly together and began to fuck harder.
The wonderful massaging his shaft was getting between the smooth, silken skin of Audrey's breasts was having a decidedly fierce effect on his groin. Plus, the finger in his ass was causing a churning sensation in his balls.
Her finger did a few little tricks and he yanked his cock away from her.
"No, I wanna go inside you!"
She reached down and pulled her thighs back until her knees pressed her shoulders. He looked down and saw the beautiful lips again, all puffed up and smiling open, showing even wetter flesh beyond. He knew he had to taste her, to rub his rough chin and smooth lips deeply up into the inner walls, to wash his face there against her tender moist skin.
He bent over her pussy and she pulled her thighs wider apart. Grabbing her ass cheeks and separating them, he dipped down and began to lick the outer lips in long, up and down strokes. His tongue was very wet, and it left trails in the blonde hairs wherever it went. Then he pushed in and probed with mouth and nose. His tongue found her channel and he pushed deeply inside, licking and tasting everything he could find.
Audrey groaned and began to buck her hips gently into his face. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and began to slowly yank it.
"Ahhhhhgghh!" she wailed while she churned.
Her pussy was beginning to soak, and she wanted her first orgasm with him to flood his cock.
Pulling his head away from her crotch, she said, "Put it in quick!"
He jumped up and positioned himself on his knees between her legs. She had already pushed a pillow under her buttocks and she yanked her thighs back again.
"RIP ME UP!"
He lined up the head of his dick in a second and shoved deeply in, not caring whether he indeed did rip her up. Audrey cried out and began to beat her fists against his chest. He shoved her hands roughly away.
"You getting enough, bitch?" he asked. "Are you getting enough cock in there to finally satisfy you?"
"Oh, yes! Yes! You're stuffing me! You're filling me up like I've never been filled! You're tearing me!"
He began to stab in harder.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" she continued to wail, "now you're hurting me! Now you're letting me know that I'm getting fucked! Oh, you fucking bastard, you're tearing out my womb! Oh, shit! Oh, fucking shit!"
He grabbed her hips and began to go in and out like lightning. His climax was close, and he could tell by the way her pussy was grabbing and holding that she was on the brink. Shelby had always had fine instincts about women's orgasms, and they had made him a good lover.
"Come with me!" he snarled. "And start coming fast!"
He began to plow her brutally now, and she began to utter a low, sickly moan. It grew louder and louder in intensity. Finally, it was a guttural scream, and her mouth fell slackly open while her eyes stared straight at the ceiling.
While he pumped his thick load into her, he felt her muscles run out of control on his cock, and it took several moments before the contractions stopped.
"Welcome home!" Audrey smiled up at him. Just as he was pulling out of her, the phone rang.
He padded off, nude, to answer it.
"Yes? Yes? What? What police?"
Audrey's ears perked up in the bedroom. Shelby had a deep, resonant voice that carried well within the trailer.
"WHAT? No, I think you've made some sort of mistake. My wife? No, look--"
There was silence for a moment, and Audrey heard him continue.
"Yes, Minor, that's right. My wife's name is Connie--Constance. But what-She was what? Uh--yeah--I'll--I'll be at the station in a few minutes!"
Audrey jumped out of bed and began to dress.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The scandal lasted over a period of several weeks. Although the newspapers soft-pedaled the actual happenings, everybody in the trailer park knew that Connie Minor had been arrested during an "orgy" with a lot of teenaged boys.
There had even been rumors of "alcohol" and "pot."
"Imagine, a woman of her age," Mrs. Delancy had remarked to Mrs. Spears one day, while the two residents of the trailer park were hanging out clothes and talking.
"A real tramp, I'd say!" Mrs. Spears clucked back. "Trailer parks attract them sometimes. Trailer Tramps, I call them!"
Shelby had doggedly supported Connie during the trial and the subsequent interviews with counselors and psychiatrists. He had all the facts in, and he didn't figure as any shining knight in the long run.
One counselor had found his neglect of his wife "shocking." Another, upon learning that he had refused to let her have his child, said, "you could hardly have expected to go on forever until something snapped in her."
And so Shelby had spent weeks trying to understand what had happened, and realize his own blame in the matter. But it was difficult. He had a raging hatred for his wife deep inside him, mingled and encompassed with love.
But goddamn her! he groaned silently to himself.
It was finally decided that the problems which had come up were insurmountable. Shelby apologized for his lack of forgiveness, and Connie accepted his decision calmly. They would separate. At that, she felt lucky, if not happy. She had gotten off scott-free at the trial. A psychiatrist had stated under oath that in his opinion the woman had undergone great emotional trauma and had not been responsible for her actions, especially as they were evidences of deep-rooted sexual frustration and frustrated motherhood. But she had been severely reprimanded by the judge, and she was in tears when she left the courtroom. Now she packed.
The Potters hadn't been around, and Connie was just as glad. Audrey might be the kind of woman you could share your confidences with, Connie decided, but she was definitely not the type to keep her mouth shut.
Connie felt sorriest for Shelby. She blamed him for much of what had happened, but still his bad behavior had been of a more conventional kind, and she knew the scandal in the park had embarrassed him more than her.
She was realistic about what her situation had become, and she refused to think beyond the next few hours. She had lived her days this way.
Ever since that awful night when she looked up and saw the policemen over her, and while she clutched a boy's entire fist in her womb!
That, she decided, was a little too much for any man!
So she mourned the loss of Shelby, but she didn't hate him.
She glanced at her watch. There was over an hour before the taxi came. She had decided to stay with her mother for a while, until she had time to think over what her life would be.
They had decided to wait a long time before they discussed divorce, but Connie could see the final connection being severed shortly after they got used to the feeling of waking up alone. But she doubted that she would ever fully adjust to that feeling.
Marriage to Shelby had given her a lot of practice in being alone!
She finished her packing, left the suitcases on the bed, and walked into the little living room. She decided that now was the perfect time for a drink!
Connie had never looked more girlish or lovely as today. She wore a pair of denim-colored toreador pants, that hugged her hips low, and a simple cotton halter that tied in back. Her hair was combed straight down and long, and she had clipped it at the back in a pony tail. Her face was scrubbed clean, free of makeup. Her coloring was too good most of the time to bother.
She had decided to slip into a sort of raincoat, a white thing that looked quite high-style, when she went to the airport. Personally, she couldn't have cared less what she looked like underneath.
The ice cubes jangled merrily in the glass that she swirled. She carried the drink to the sofa, lit a cigarette, and sat down. Just as she was taking her first sip, the door opened and Shelby walked in. He seemed a little surprised to see her. They had not been in close-enough communication that he would know the exact time she was expected to be gone.
"Oh, sorry, Connie. I thought you were leaving this morning."
Connie sipped leisurely at her drink, surprised that his sudden presence should cause her so little anxiety. She was sure she had told him that she would be out of the trailer by early evening.
"Shelby," she said, taking a long sip from her bourbon, "you really are so terrible about times and things! I thanked God all the years we were married that I had a mind like a calendar!"
He grinned.
"Yeah. That's right! Shit, I'd forget my own name!"
He clapped his hand over his mouth. "Ohh! I'm sorry!"
"What, for saying 'shit'? Please don't let you think that words like that upset me any longer. I guess we really took a long time to grow up, Shelby. You see, I was the perpetual little housewife, and you were the perpetual Eagle Scout!"
"What?" he asked, sitting down beside her with his own drink.
"Eagle Scout," Connie repeated. "I think you have always been the little boy who keeps learning how to tie new knots. Cut new shapes with his Scout knife. Find new ways to fix the car, so that you wouldn't have to have it serviced."
She realized that the talk was getting a bit serious. She took another sip on her drink. "Sorry. Let's keep it light."
Shelby took a long drink. He glanced over at her. She was looking down at the floor, and her face was a perfect profile, complete with pony tail. He wanted to preserve the sight for a cameo.
The man suddenly felt a great rush of emotion, and he averted his face. Connie noticed right away. Shelby was not the emotional type. She reached over and turned his face until he looked at her. He had tears in his eyes.
"What is it, Shelby?"
His light eyes stared straight into hers, and his emotions came under better control.
"I just want to know, Connie," he said, steadily, "what the fuck we did wrong?"
Connie dropped her hand away from him and closed her eyes for a moment.
"I suppose it boils down," she said, slowly, "how people end up depending on one another. I suppose I ended up spending five lonely days out of every seven because I depended on you to think for me so much I never realized I didn't need marriage that much."
Shelby felt mixed emotions about her comments.
"I guess that was very honest of you to say that, Connie, but I think we've had a lot more together than that. I mean, I didn't play fair with you all the time, but we still spent a lot of the days of our years together. And you're the only person I've spent those days with, outside off the guys on the jobs I've done. I mean, I don't think I've ever tried to deprive you of your own life. I mean, naturally, the way we've lived, I know you haven't been able to do more than stick around the house--"
Connie put a hand over his mouth.
"Shhhhh--" she said. "We don't want any harsh words at all tonight, do we, Shelby? I don't have a mean bone in my body for you."
He turned sideways on the sofa and curled his knees up. They were facing each other now like bookends.
"Connie--" he began, then his voice faltered.
"Darling, darling, I know it's difficult for you to talk about certain things. It's just as difficult for me, so if you'd rather not--"
"NO!" he almost shouted. "No! Goddamn it, I think I've just finally come to my senses! Jesus Christ, baby, holy shit, sugar, we never promised each other rose gardens, did we?"
His words were coming through loud and clear, and Connie was not carrying a chip on her shoulder.
"I think, considering everything, we've always been very honest with each other, Shelby."
"Connie!" he said, suddenly grasping her hand and pulling it hard, hurting her a little, "what the fuck happened? I don't know! I don't want to know anymore! I just don't want to spend the rest of my life alone when I still love you!"
"Baby, baby," she whispered, pulling his head into her breasts, "there's no doubt in my mind about the way I feel for you. But the only thing I couldn't bear, couldn't live with, is knowing that you never really forgave me!"
"Forgive, shit!" he mumbled gruffly, "I guess you're the one who should be trying to forgive me!"
"Oh, no, baby--" she said, stroking his hair, "you were always my man--whatever you wanted--"
He sank his arms around her.
"I fucked your life up, sugar--" he said, "I thought we were pretty happy together, but you had problems I didn't even try to understand, and I was such a fucking ass-hole, I thought I could go on the rest of my life without facing--I agree, sugar, it's taken us a long time to grow up!"
Connie began to hug him tightly to her. They were having the most important talk they'd ever had together.
"Baby," Shelby said, pulling his face away from her perfect breasts, "I don't even want to talk about it! All I know, really, is that it doesn't seem very important to me anymore! I think that both of us admit we've made mistakes and ask each other to try to understand!"
Connie couldn't believe her ears!
"And I guess, baby," Shelby continued, "that we're going to have to settle down in some town, and I'll just have to be a contractor, and we're going to have to have that beautiful little house we always talked about, and a little extra room for a nursery--"
"Plants or babies?" she asked.
"Babies first, plants later--" he whispered, nuzzling his face into her breasts again.
She only had time to call the cab company and tell them that her order for transportation was cancelled when Shelby had her in the bedroom, stripping her a bit hastily.
He had his own clothes off and in moments they were in a sixty-nine position.
"Shelby," she said, "we never did this together before!"
"Didn't we?" he asked. "I thought we had. Anyway, just get right into it, I intend to."
They began to experiment with things they had never tried in all of their married years. They spent a long time licking each other's genitals, and even went so far as to indulge in a bit of ass-hole-rimming. They stuck their fingers up each other's anuses, and excited each other that way for a while.
Shelby took a long time eating her out, something he had only done in fleeting little gestures, once or twice before. Then she took a long time in playing with his cock and balls, massaging every intimate spot she could find. Her mouth gloried in the taste of his genitals, something he had always denied her.
She looked up at him, massaging his big, hairy balls.
"Shelby," she whispered, "can I take a big load of your juice right into my mouth and down my throat?"
He smiled at her.
"Sure thing, sugar," he said, "but I have a big one coming, and I promise that that first one is gonna get planted right down there in that little rose garden."
She nuzzled her mouth against his nuts again.
"Did I hear you right? Did you say you were going to plant one right down there where the climate makes things grow?"
"Right, baby," he said, licking deeply up into her cunt.
Connie grasped his head tightly in her thighs, returned her mouth to his cock, and began to count the days of the years that they would spend in bliss together.
Audrey was furious when she found out that Connie and Shelby had gotten back together. She had dreams of Connie leaving, Shelby settling down in the little trailer all by himself, and the delightful encounters she could cook up.
Jerry was on another fishing trip. As much as she liked sex, she didn't turn on to mosquito bites, and any evening without Jerry gave her an opportunity to do a little mild cruising.
She fixed a martini and sat down by the telephone, hesitating.
Connie and Shelby were back together again, like Romeo and Juliet. Well, well, she thought, sitting on the living-room sofa and running her hands down between her thighs.
At least she'd gotten the horse-dicked moron up there once!
Where were the Minors moving to?
The details escaped her. Some town, some very lucrative job for Shelby. A new life, another environment, maybe more suburban.
Audrey began to pinch the petals of her flower.
She thought for a long moment, and came to a conclusion.
That Connie Minor is too fucking moral!
Then she reached for the telephone and dialed Daggio's Repair Service.
