Cindy. C-i-n-d-y. Just the sound of her name warms my heart, and, on as worthy a level, gives me an instant, throbbing erection. So I have to be careful not to think of her when I'm in public. In private, though, just the thought of her inspires me to a great fucking performance with any woman I'm with-who always becomes.. .Cindy.
The story of Cindy covers twenty years: from the time when she and I were nineteen, to now, when we're thirty-nine. I loved her and lost her, but I didn't really lose her, because we kept running into each other again. And when we did, it was like speeding trains, with a sexual energy that had to be felt to be believed.
We were fated never to get together permanently, but we were fated to make it. Although we had the same tastes and rhythms and our minds were in perfect harmony, the sex was even more important. We were a perfect fit, like two halves of a whole. In spite of whatever else I did, it became my lifelong quest to put those halves together. And here's how they, and we, first met.
I saw Cindy across a room at a college dance. She was small, dark, and stunningly beautiful. In the manner of the 1970s, she was wearing a short white dress that showed off her smooth brown thighs and her shapely calves. Her breasts were high and round, and very large for someone her size. Her hair was black and shoulder-length. When I walked over, I saw that her eyes were a deep brown and her lips were like ripe red fruit.
I gave my name, Jack, and she told me hers. She seemed to like me, too, possibly because I was tall and blond and opposites attract. We danced to a slow number, immediately holding each other close. I slid my hand down to her firm, round rear as if we were already lovers. Her big, firm breasts felt wonderful against me. At the end of our dance, we kissed deeply.
Back on the sidelines, we talked. We even finished each other's sentences, we were so perfectly mated.
"It was instant attraction," I said.
"Love at first sight," Cindy echoed. "But above all, sexual. We can share the ultimate intimacy first, and the rest will follow." She paused. "Why waste everybody's time? Let's go to my room!"
Behind closed doors, we did more than dance. I embraced her small, warm body and worked her skirt up and her panties down. My huge erection pressed against her flat belly as I stroked her smooth, tensing rear. I stood back and admired her naked sex, her neatly-trimmed black bush. She looked down between-us and smiled shamelessly.
"It feels so natural to be naked with you, Jack," she purred.
"Me, too," I replied. At that, I unzipped my pants.
My manhood sprang out and upward, a drop of clear fluid on its tip. Cindy stroked it with her small hands and pursed her pretty lips as if she wanted to suck it. I knew she would, but instead I hunched down and ran it between her smooth thighs. My upper surface slid along her hot, dripping wet labia. We'd both been fully aroused since our dance, or even since we'd first laid eyes on each other.
"Oh, Jack!" Cindy sighed, losing herself in sex. She ran her hands rapidly over my hips. "Jack!"
"Oh, lover," I responded. "Oh!"
Then I stripped off my preppie clothes and finished undressing her, having started at the bottom. When there was nothing left but her bra, I paused dramatically before unhooking the front clasp. I wasn't disappointed. Her breasts, that I'd first noticed right away, were incredible. As if created for a larger woman, they filled her chest, and were heavy but proudly outstanding. Her thick red nipples were excitedly and excitingly hard.
"So you like my breasts," Cindy said when she saw me staring down at them.
"That's an understatement," I replied. "Though I don't mean to objectify you."
"Oh, that's okay," she laughed, staring in turn at my throbbing manhood. "It's just a way to intimacy. In fact, I objectify your cock!"
So Cindy and I shared a sense of fun, as well. For now, though, it was back to our hot initial encounter.
I held her warm, hand-filling breasts as she moved her small body behind them. I played with her long, thick nipples and bent down to lick and suck at them. She stroked my head and sighed deeply as I worked on her wonderful bosom.
Then we moved on to deeper sucking. By unspoken agreement, we wanted to savor each other's body before we went all the way. There was a high chest of drawers in her room, so I put my hands under her smooth, hot rear and lifted her up onto it. Crouching slightly, I pushed my face between her shapely thighs and got a mouthful of her dark, fragrant bush. Then I burrowed lower and began to lick her cunt. She leaned forward and rested her breasts on my head.
"Jack. Jack!" Cindy exclaimed. "Oh, that feels marvelous. Do it to me. Make me come!"
Finding her clit and concentrating my licking on it, I did just as she said. At age nineteen, it was only the second time I'd gone down on a woman, and I didn't think she had that much experience, either. But, inspired by our instant closeness, we took right to it. Soon I had her quivering and coming indeed, tightening her legs on my head and going through a strong orgasm.
"Oh, Jack," she moaned. "Oh. Ohhh!"
Then, with a gratifying eagerness, Cindy went on to do me. Her big breasts bouncing, she jumped down off the chest of drawers. Taking my hand, she led me to her bed and had me lie back on it. Straddling my lower body on her elbows and knees, her dark hair hanging over my lap, she looked lovingly and lustfully up at me. After that, she took the tip of my upright member between her luscious red lips and began to suck on it strongly.
Cindy gave head like she really meant it, as though it came from deep within her soul. Her tongue probed around me and her dark head bobbed avidly. She took me deeper and deeper, licking along my rigid length. My stomach and thighs tensed, and soon I felt myself about to climax.
"I'm coming," I warned her. "I don't want to come in your mouth."
But it was the 1970s and there was no danger, and her dark eyes told me she wanted me to. "I want every bit of you," they seemed to say.
So, as an incredibly powerful orgasm surged through me, I let myself go. My stuff pumped, so much that some of it seeped back out of her lips around my rod. But I could see her pretty throat moving, too, as she swallowed most of it. Now we had given each other pleasure for the first time.
Cindy took her head away, moved her big-breasted little body up alongside me, and relaxed in the crook of my arm.
"I liked that," she purred. "I liked that very, very much."
"It is as though we were made for each other," I replied. "And as though we were made to have sex, first and foremost, without any outside complications."
"I'll take my cue from that," she laughed. "Because it looks like you're hard again, and you haven't yet been inside me!"
Cindy was a very candid young woman, and my member was indeed renewed. She straddled me again, this time in an upright position. Her hair and her hard-nippled breasts hung beautifully, and her warm, dark-furred sex was resting on my swollen balls. My long, thick manhood stood up along her flat belly, my sensitive underside contacting her smooth, warm flesh.
She gave me a few strokes with her hands, looking down between her breasts at me. But then, with an earnest expression on her pretty face, she met my eyes.
"Let's do it now, Jack," she said. "Let's have our first, real, wonderful fuck!"
At that, she raised herself up, and in the next instant brought her cunt down on me. She was hot, wet, and very tight as she began moving on me. The opening of her pussy, especially, was like a ring around my member that thrilled it and made it bigger and harder still.
Cindy was indeed a perfect fit in all ways. She was and would be the best partner I'd ever had.
"Oh, yes!" I gasped involuntarily. "Ride me. You can ride me all you want!"
Smiling down at me, her hair and her breasts swinging and her firm, round rear meeting my thighs, she moved faster and faster.
"Yes, Jack," she replied. "I'll give you the sweetest ride of your life!"
She had had her hands on my chest at first, but now she raised her upper body. I was treated to the lovely vision of her full torso as she balled me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open in a pant, and her face wore an intent expression as she worked for our pleasure. It was so great to be making it with a woman who looked and acted like that.
"Oh, Jack!" she went on, even in the heat of passion. "I said we should have sex first and the rest would follow. But this is so marvelous that I wonder if we should get into everyday things at all."
As it turned out, she'd set the tone for our whole relationship. But I nodded my agreement.
We were building toward a climax now, but before we reached it she changed position. The small, big-busted brunette leaned forward again, and we rolled over on the bed. Now I was plunging into her from above, and her freely-flowing juices were wetting the mattress. I reached down and got one hand under her smooth round behind. She was so tight that I could even feel through her cleft and touch myself as I went into her! I nuzzled her hair and inhaled her perfume while she breathed hotly. She bucked her hips up at me, making love willingly and eagerly, even grunting like the purely sexual being I was finding out she was.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh," Cindy went. "Oh, Jack. Ohhh!"
But before we came, while we were deep in copulation, the bedside phone rang. And that was when I discovered what a remarkable, healthy, amoral young woman my new lover was for sure.
Freeing one hand, she picked up the phone. "Hello?" she answered, struggling to make her voice even. "Oh, hi. I'm a little busy right now. Can I call you back?"
Hanging up, she turned to me again. "It was a boyfriend," she said. "He can wait."
As I kept on humping, I was surprised yet highly turned on by the fact that she'd taken the call while I was inside her. It was then that I knew I'd never really possess her, but that that was good.
"My body is my own," she observed then, reflecting the feminine version of the current sexual revolution. "And I'll do with it what I want to."
"Again, you read my mind," I laughed. "But for God's sake, let's come!"
We certainly did. Fully concentrating once more, we brought each other off like wildfire. I kept my hand under her rear and pulled her tight hole up to me, letting my finger rub my shaft at the same time. I got my other arm under her back, reached around, and grabbed her breast, which was pressed out to bursting fullness against my chest. Her hot, wet pussy felt sensational on my big, sliding rod.
I didn't want to objectify her. But I couldn't help deciding that the definition of happiness was a dark little nymphomaniac with huge breasts and a tight snatch!
Then we came together, and what a mutual orgasm it was. Even though we'd just had great ones orally, this was the mother of all orgasms, indeed. It was the kind that would bring us back together over the years, too, because it would be hard to match with other partners. And we'd remember it when we were sleepless and alone, when we needed something that could bring happiness and peace. It carried all before it, and we gave ourselves up totally to its power.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ahhhhh!" Cindy moaned, her whole sexy body going stiff then limp, her slender arms and legs seizing me, then relaxing into bliss. Her sex became even tighter, if that was possible, and it squirted out hot juice around my deeply buried tool.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhh!" I echoed, as my fingers and toes curled. An indescribably strong feeling broke at the base of my rod, then flowed out along it and up my rigid spine. It was like a dam bursting, not only in my body but also in my soul.
Then I pumped a huge quantity of my stuff into Cindy, so much that she couldn't hold it all. And I felt more like a man than I ever had, or ever would except when we were joined.
Our climax had been so powerful that we collapsed into sleep afterwards, barely having had the energy to uncouple before we did. And I never did get back to my own college room that night, spending it in my new lover's instead.
The next morning I woke up naked in her bed, feeling so marvelous that I wanted to stay there forever. But Cindy was bouncing naked around the room, eager to get on with the day. I savored the sight of her as she went into the adjacent bathroom and brushed her teeth, her breasts and behind moving deliciously.
I hauled myself up, too, showered, and got dressed, leaving off the jacket and tie I'd worn to the dance the night before. She wiggled into short shorts, a halter top, and sandals, as I half lamented the covering up of her charms.
This was in Boston, and after some breakfast we went out into a beautiful New England autumn Saturday. We walked through the Public Gardens with their swan boats and flowers, then down Charles Street with its antique shops and cafes. Coming out at the river, we strolled along the sunny water under brilliantly-colored trees. Then we followed Commonwealth Avenue with its old mansions, and Newberry Street with its crowds of shoppers.
It was very romantic, and many male eyes were on Cindy as we passed. I felt lucky to be with her, and happy to be young and alive.
I picked up my college books and we went back to her room to do some studying, though we could barely keep our hands off each other. Then we dressed up and, blowing my budget, I took her out to dinner at luxury hotel. Afterward, we sat in a dim lounge listening to a man singing and playing love songs on the piano. But our romantic feeling carried with it the knowledge that we could also ball like crazy!
"It was love at first sight, Jack," Cindy said, her small, warm hand in mine. "Even more, though, it was sex at first sight!"
"Yes," I replied, leaning over and kissing her sensuous lips. "And I think we'd better do something about that, right now!"
But when we returned to her place, I discovered yet another remarkable side of her.
From clothes and toilet articles, I'd noticed that another woman shared her room. That woman had been out the night before, and I hadn't asked Cindy about her. But now she was home, and I wondered how we were going to have sex with her there. I didn't have to wonder for long!
"Meet my roommate, Sharon," my lover said, introducing a young, also small but big-breasted blonde. "Sharon, meet Jack."
I took the other woman's hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She was wearing a short, thin nightgown that did little to cover her breasts and even her lush yellow bush! Apparently she was just as free and open about sex as her roomie was.
"Hello, Jack," Sharon said, giving me a smile and a wiggle that told me something amazing was going to happen. And soon enough, it did.
Cindy took off her dress and put on a nightie too, not caring that she appeared naked to both of us. Then the three of us sat on the bed and got better acquainted. After a while, though, the women exchanged a knowing look and stripped off their nighties. Then, to my bulging eyes, they got up on their knees and began to tussle playfully! Their big breasts, naked, were matched, hard-nippled pairs that shook delightfully as they grappled. And their round, wiggling rears and tensing thighs were enough to blow my mind.
"Mercy, ladies!" I exclaimed as I watched their sexy show. "Give a guy a break!"
"No break for you," Cindy laughed, pausing. "But be patient. You'll get yours!"
Their show was for my benefit, I knew, but it was also because they were bi. Still, any jealousy I might have felt was banished by my delight in just how free my new lover was. I knew that I wouldn't even mind if she went with another man, because that would only make her more sexy to me. If you were totally free, then jealousy didn't exist!
So I sat back to watch them. Soon Cindy and Sharon stopped play-fighting and went head to foot on the mattress, with my lover on top. Their heavy breasts rested on each other's flat tummy, pressing out to the sides. Two heads, one dark and one blonde, were nestled between two pairs of shapely legs, and two sets of hands grasped firm, round rears. I began to hear loud slurping sounds as their bodies strained and they ate each other to their hearts' content. I'd never even seen two women do it together, and that kind of introduction drove me wild!
"Mmmmm!" they went as they ate their fill, surely tonguing each other's clit. "Mmmmm!"
"Ohhh!" I responded, sitting there in exquisite agony. By that time, my rod was so big and hard in my pants that I just had to free it, so I did. It sprang out and upward, throbbing strongly, a drop of liquid on its tip. As I watched the women, I began to stroke it and play along.
Cindy and Sharon went on to a wriggling, squirming, moaning orgasm. Then my dark-haired lover, coming up from between her partner's smooth wet thighs, noticed what I was doing.
"Poor Jack," she said, after licking off her spunk-soaked lips. "But now it's your turn."
"Yes, Jack," her blonde roomie echoed as they disengaged. "Come on in!"
Still a bit surprised by how forthright they were, but even more thinking how lucky I was, I tore off my clothes and did just that. To my great pleasure, they had me lie on my back while one straddled either end. Without a pause, Cindy lowered her pretty young pussy onto my lips, and I began to eat her the way I had the night before. She and Sharon were both facing forward, so that I could look up past her black bush and flat tummy to the exciting undersides of her big breasts. They bounced like a charm as she wiggled her rear and moved her sweet pubes on my mouth.
Then Sharon inched her snatch onto my upright rod. Occupied as I was by her friend, I couldn't even see her do it, which made it all the more arousing. Her hot, wet sleeve was almost as tight as Cindy's, and I especially liked the feel of her soft fur. With her hands on my hardening gut, she began to ride me slowly and enticingly. Then she took her hands off me, reached around, and cupped her roomie's breasts, letting the nipples stick out between her fingers. At nineteen, the whole encounter was something I thought I'd never see in the flesh, much less be a part of.
There they were, like two girls playfully riding a log. Only the log was me, and what's more, my log was sticking up into one of them!
And what noise they made! Cindy hadn't been that loud when we'd made it one on one, and when they'd made it together their cries had been muffled because their mouths were full. But now they really let loose.
"Oh!" my dark-haired lover shouted as I tongued her, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth open in passion. "Oh, yes. Ohhh!" She put her hands behind her neck, which raised her breasts to full and awesome size even if her friend's hands hadn't been cupping them.
"Eee. Eee. Eee!" the other squealed, rotating her hips and her love hole on my rampant member. "Oh, I just feel so wild!"
Then, lunging and plunging, bucking and heaving, we all three came at once. A major flood of Cindy's juices met my lips as I actually felt her labia spasm against them. A similar rush of Sharon's fluid surrounded my rod as her inner muscles tightened and she went through a massive, grinding orgasm.
And, feeling like an out-of-control machine, I pumped so much stuff up into the big-breasted little blonde that I thought I'd launch her into space!
After that, I fainted for a moment, the blood having rushed from my head along with the sperm from my balls. But when I came to my senses, with the young women off me and lying on either side, I was the happiest man alive. I knew that I'd gotten into something for which many men would wait a lifetime. In the past twenty-four hours, my world had changed and been fulfilled.
And, while Sharon was great, too, it was really all Cindy. During the days ahead, the petite nympho and I balled every which way, and explored each other in mind and soul as well. We neglected our college studies, making up for it with midnight cram sessions after which we'd reward ourselves with yet another hot sex session. We went all over Boston, but all our paths seemed to lead back to her bed. Needless to say, I wanted it never to end.
But it did end, just as I'd inwardly known it would. And that brought our first parting, and the real beginning of my search for Cindy.
"I have something to tell you, Jack," she said one night, as we lay together after a particularly memorable session. "And you're not going to like it."
Her brown eyes looked up at me, and she went on. "I'm transferring to another school on the West Coast. I'd decided to do it before I met you. I've thought about changing my plans, but it wouldn't be right. It's not that I don't love you. I do."
My fingers had been playing with a strand of her dark hair, and now they strayed to her round breast. How could I live without her? I wondered. But I let her continue without a word. And she read my mind, as was our way.
"I could promise to be faithful to you," Cindy stated. "But I'm just not made that way. And you'd want me to be free, because that's part of what you love about me. You must be free, too."
There it was, and I knew she was right. If we stayed together then, our relationship might become dull or even unpleasant. Our affair was meant to be special, perfect, and apart from the everyday world. To be that, it probably couldn't go on all the time. It did have to be searched for, and in that way it would always be new.
"All right," I finally said.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her small hand stroking my chest.
"Yes," I replied, even managing a smile. "Because we both know that this isn't the end!"
The night before she left, Cindy and I made love one more time. We did it in the missionary position, slowly, tenderly, and deeply. My rod probed her hot, tight channel as though I wanted to reach the center of her being and stay there forever. Her small hips met my strong thrusts as I gazed down between us at her large, moving breasts, her flat belly and her soft, dark bush.
I was trying to fix her in my mind, not because I'd never see her again, but for the next time. We looked into each other's eyes, too, realizing again how perfectly we were mated in body and soul, and knowing each other, and ourselves, completely.
"Oh. Oh. Oh god!" we moaned in unison as we built to a climax. We were determined to make it one that would last us, and we did.
"Oh god. Ohhhhh!" we shouted as it broke over us, as we clutched for dear life at each other.
Our hot loins and then our whole bodies became involved in the marvelous tide.
Then I slid my cock out of Cindy, slowly, still wanting to remain one with her yet knowing that I couldn't. It was like a long good-bye at an airport or a train station, but in a much more intimate form.
And the next day she was gone.
CHAPTER TWO
During the next few weeks, I wandered around Boston in a haze of sadness and loss. Everything I saw reminded me that I'd once viewed it with Cindy. And every young woman I passed made me think of her, too. When I walked by couples, I felt especially alone. It didn't even help that I'd known we had to part; I still felt so abandoned.
Then, one night when I was walking home along Boyleston Street, I ran into Sharon. While she was in college as I was, she worked part time as a waitress, and I could see her black uniform under her half-open coat. Her blonde hair was blowing in the autumn breeze, and her pretty face lit up when she saw me.
"Jack!" Sharon exclaimed. "What do you hear from Cindy?"
The minute she said it, she knew her mistake. "Oh, I'm sorry," she continued, seeing my downcast expression and taking my hand. "Well, I miss her, too."
Since we both loved Cindy and had both, male and female, even had sex with her, it was only natural that we'd console each other. After all, uur mutual friend had said to have other lovers, just as she herself would be doing. And the fact that Sharon and I had already made it, albeit as part of a threesome, made the rest easy.
"Want to go to your place?" she asked. "We can remember Cindy, and at the same time we can forget."
"Sure," I nodded, feeling a little better. "Yes!"
We took the subway, riding in a crowded car. Sharon faced me, her blue eyes looking frankly upward and her small body pressing mine. She let her contrastingly large breasts contact me and my eyes see down her cleavage in her black waitress uniform. If the ride had lasted longer, we might have come! She was so much like Cindy in her build and her attitude that I was deeply aroused.
Feeling much better, we emerged into the fresh air again and raced to my room. When we got there, Sharon wiggled out of her dress without any preliminaries. Her uniform had been a bit kinky, but it was no loss, as I soon found out. As I hadn't known when I met her in her nightie before, she was a lingerie buff!
Instead of pantyhose, she was wearing a black garter belt and stockings. While she had panties on, they were tiny, barely concealing her yellow-furred sex and exposing her whole smooth, round rear. And above, she wore a bra that uplifted her big breasts and pressed them together, while covering only their lower parts.
"Mercy!" I exclaimed, reaching down and holding her awesome globes, watching even her hard red nipples pop free. "You really know how to turn a man on."
"Thank you," Sharon purred. "I'm old-fashioned when it come to underwear; I think it's romantic. But I don't wear it just for men. It makes me feel sexy, too!"
I got out of my clothes, my manhood springing up, hard and throbbing. But my partner, seeing how much I liked her lingerie, left it on. Then she did something that almost made me forget about Cindy for good.
Dropping to her hands and knees on the carpet, she began crawling toward my bed. In that position, her scarcely covered rear and quim moved invitingly, her back arched sexily, and her big breasts hung and swung free of her bra. Better than if she'd been totally naked, her black stockings and heels, tiny panties, garter belt, and bra strap highlighted her rear view in a way I could hardly believe.
"Follow me, Jack," Sharon laughed, her blonde hair falling over one eye as she looked wantonly over her shoulder. "Follow me!"
I wasn't slow to do just that. With my eyes especially on the patches of smooth white thigh above her nylons, I let her lead me wherever she would. She even licked her lips and made kisses in the air as she worked her mock seduction. Damn, it was great to be with a woman who would play like that! And her sex, which was now wetting through her panties, led my pulsing member on even more.
Then she reached the bed and practically oozed up onto it. Still on her hands and knees, she was at just the right height for me to enter her standing from behind.
"Pull down my panties, Jack," she said, reaching back and slapping one of her cheeks, which drove me wild. "Pull down my panties and give it to me!"
Then she added something that really blew my mind. "And when you do, feel free to explore!"
Maybe she was trying to outdo Cindy, I didn't know. In any event, she was also an incredibly liberated young woman, and I was becoming a liberated young man as well. During the past few months, I'd been getting a far better education than I had in college!
So I did pull her panties down, and I did give it to her. I ran the tip of my rod down her cleft and toward her slit, almost losing control and coming when I touched her. But before I reached her hot, wet labia, I stopped where she wanted me to.
"Just a little way in, Jack," she directed. "Just a little playing."
I respected her wishes. Still, it was a remarkable experience. One of the women I'd been with had been a virgin, but this was tighter still. My tip was held as if in a vise, and it was all I could do to keep from coming now. And Sharon's own reaction was a sight to behold.
"Ungh. Ungh!" the small blonde grunted, her pretty face contorted, her rear wiggling on me. "Oh, that's amazing. Ahhh!"
She went right on to come, before I'd even been in her snatch. Her silky back arched, her hanging breasts quivered, and great waves of ecstasy went visibly through her.
"Aaagh!" she went, her head falling. "Oh. Ahhh!"
But, not giving her a chance to regroup, I pulled my rod out and repositioned it at her more normal opening. Still standing behind her where she crouched on the bed in her sexy black underwear, I drove into her hot, dripping wet quim to the hilt.
"Oh, Jack!" she exclaimed. "That, and now this. But yes. Yes!"
Her sensations must have been as mixed and delicious as mine were. There was no way I couldn't have gone on to ball her right, because I'd been about to explode for minutes. Even so, I was able to hold off to prolong our pleasure. That was the marvelous balance you had to maintain in sex at times!
So I plowed into Sharon, holding onto her exciting, hourglass waist, feeling both the fabric of her garter belt and her smooth white skin. The backs of her stocking-clad thighs met mine as we boffed like crazy. I moved my hands forward to her hugely hanging breasts, using them and her nipples for wonderful handles.
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I gasped as I banged her, remembering and yet forgetting about Cindy at the same time. "Oh, I'm not lonely anymore!"
"Me either," she panted, her head and blonde hair hanging down. "Do me, Jack. Drive all that sadness away!"
I did, until she came once more, wriggling and shuddering. Her inner muscles gripped my rod so thrillingly that I couldn't wait any longer. In fact, they seemed to draw my orgasm out of me! With a crash, a dam burst at the base of my rod and a flood of hot stuff rushed forth. It filled Sharon up as I kept lunging wildly at her. She looked back over her shoulder as if to welcome what I had to give her.
"Ah. Ahhh!" I moaned as I let her have it. Then I slid my member out and spread the rest over her cleft.
At last we were done. She flopped over on her back on the bed while I lay back beside her. Our hands sought each other's loins, reveling in the intimate wetness they found there. Her breasts stood up large and round, again in wonderful contrast to the rest of her small, slender body.
"That did the trick," she sighed dreamily. "If we're going to forget our mutual friend, there are worse ways than pure, all-out balling."
"You're a wise young woman," I replied with a smile. "And one I want to get to know a lot better!"
"You already have," she concluded. "What would you say if I told you, you were the first one to do my rear?"
"Really?" I laughed. "Well, then you were innocent after all, and I did sort of take your virginity!"
During the rest of that autumn, Sharon and I did keep "consoling" each other. I got back to my studies, which I'd neglected after Cindy left, and I met my little blonde lover every night after she got off from her waitressing. like the old joke, I then got her, and myself, off again!
And where Cindy and I had known each other instantly because we were so perfectly mated, it was repetitive sex that accomplished it for Sharon and me. We did it standing and sitting and lying down, right side up and upside down and sideways. She didn't even seem to need any lesbian loving, maybe because I liked to give her head. We did it so often, and often so loudly, that one of my Boston neighbors complained.
One chilly night, for example, Sharon got to my place before I did. I found her with the heat turned up and wearing only a white bra and panties, moving sexily about as she made a pot of tea. She poured each of us a cup and set them on the table, after which she came into my arms. Pressing her smooth, warm body against me, she stretched upward, offering her pretty lips. We kissed, our tongues playing together and our genitals rubbing below. This was going to be another great time!
I moved her slightly away and reached for her bra clasp in front. Dramatically, as I always liked to, I revealed her big round breasts, her red nipples already hard with anticipation. They added more warmth to the room as I bent down, buried my face between them, and inhaled her exotic perfume.
"I've got a surprise for you tonight," my new lover said. She had me sit down in a chair and sip my tea. "Just you watch."
Then she put a rock album on the stereo and began to dance for me. Liberated though she was, she knew that women still attracted and men still fantasized. And what a dance it was!
First she did topless, keeping her white panties on and thereby attracting more attention to her mammoth breasts. Smiling enticingly, she lifted her knockers in her hands and licked all over them. Then she let them swing freely in rhythm with the hard rock beat. Then she put her hands on her thighs and leaned forward, letting them hang to their full, awesome size.
Next, she turned her back and gave me the benefit of her marvelous mams from that direction. She bent over and touched her toes, which made her breasts, viewed between her stretched legs, hang almost up to her chin! And, in an especially great move, she stood up again, put them under her arms, and let them stick out backward, their smooth white skin burstingly full, her nipples very hard and her areolae puckered.
"That was topless," Sharon laughed, as the first number ended and she turned to face me again. "Do you need some more tea?"
"I don't need tea to warm me up," I chuckled. "In fact, while I was watching that I spilled what I had!"
"Okay," she smiled. "Now bottomless!" Then she shucked off her panties and went on with the show.
She repeated some of the same moves, but this time to call attention to her smooth round rear and her luscious, blonde-furred sex. With her back to me once more, she bent over and wiggled her butt in time with the music, spreading her cheeks with her hands so that I could see her whole wet pink cunt. Facing me, she ran her hands raunchily up and down her hardened belly while she bumped her quim at me.
But her best move of all was a limbo-like one, in which she leaned back as far as she could while advancing toward me. That way, her thighs were completely tight, her slit was wide open, and her big round breasts bounced up toward her chin again. What's more, she made a sexy hissing sound as she moved. And that was the move that finally made me lose control.
"Oh, damn," I groaned, getting to my feet and freeing my achingly hard tool. "That's enough.
There's only so much a man can stand!"
"Well, you won't have to stand it any longer, man," Sharon purred from her crouch. "Because the show's over, and the little blonde dancer with the big boobs is yours!"
Then she launched herself upward and landed in my arms, with her feet off the floor and her slender limbs wrapped around me.
I'd heard of a woman being a clinging vine, but this gave a whole new meaning to the expression. She was so small, too, that I was able to get my hands under her rear and practically manipulate her on my rod, which I did right away. I lowered her hot, tight hole onto me, as both of us gasped with shock and delight. Entry was the greatest moment in life short of actual orgasm, and always new no matter how many times you'd balled.
Still standing, I banged her in rhythm with the pulsating music. Or rather, she banged me while I helped her. She lunged up and down, humping for dear life, using her whole deep channel on my upright member. Her big breasts between us held her a bit away from me, so that we looked candidly into each other's eyes, delighted by what we were sharing. Our minds seemed to meet then, too, almost as much as mine and Cindy's had. There was nothing like sex to lead to other kinds of intimacy.
And the hard rock beat did the rest to drive us wild. Sharon was on the pill, but we had our own kind of rhythm method!
"Oh, Jack!" she squealed as she humped faster and faster. "Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack!" It was almost like the chorus of a song.
"Oh, yeah!" I responded, feeling her sleeve getting hotter and hotter. "Ride me, babe. Go for it. Yeah!"
Then she came, putting out a torrent of slick juice around me. And if I'd thought she was clinging to me before, I hadn't known how strong she was. Now her slim legs hugged my middle as if to knock the wind out of me, her fingers dug into my back, and she actually stretched up and bit my ear. Damn, it could be dangerous to bang such an enthusiastic little lover!
"Oooh!" she shrieked as she gave herself up to her orgasm. Her blue eyes were glazed, her skin was flushed, and her blonde hair hung in limp strands. At that moment, there was nothing for her but sex.
"Ohhh!" I echoed, getting caught up in her climax. "Be happy, Sharon. Ohhh!"
Then she relaxed into post-coital peace. When she did so, however, I got one more surprise. Releasing her arms but not her legs from me, she lay back until her stretched-out hands touched the floor. Her huge breasts hung toward her chin again, her belly was taut, and I was still buried deeply in her. What do you do with such a sexual acrobat? I wondered.
You shoot into her, that's what! And the next instant, I did. Squeezing her firm rear where I was holding her in position, I let my orgasm overtake me at last. It was a long, strong, very physical one, making every muscle in my body tighten and my tool throb hugely as it pumped out loads. Cindy was gone, but there was nothing wrong with her friend!
"Argh. Aaargh!" I grunted, gritting my teeth, throwing back my head and going through changes. As I shot into Sharon, it was as though I were trying to fill her with what she needed, too.
She relaxed her legs, slid off my body and my rod, and wound up in a heap on the floor. Still, I kept shooting, giving the room at large a few of my hot white jets. At last I collapsed down beside her.
"My, you had a lot of stuff in you!" the bosomy little blonde exclaimed.
"You inspire me to make it," I laughed, giving her a kiss. "With someone like you around, not to mention your free attitude, a guy's cock is always hard and his balls work overtime!"
"I seem to have that effect on men," she replied slyly.
So Sharon and I continued our hot affair. The Christmas holidays arrived, and I took her home with me to spend a few days. My folks thought we might be serious about each other, but we were mainly serious about sex. And what was wrong with that? In fact, my lover came along because our bodies couldn't live without each other.
We had fun sledding, building a snowman, and taking long walks in the bracing air. But our most memorable time was on Christmas Eve. My folks had gone up to bed, and Sharon and I had drunk quite a bit of eggnog after dinner. She was arranging some presents under the tree, bending over with her short skirt riding up, when I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties! She must have been that way the whole evening, and I hoped no one else had noticed. If I had, it would have driven me crazy.
But now I could see her firm round rear, her tightened thighs, and her blonde-furred pussy peeping out shamelessly. Before I had a chance to think twice, I freed my member, walked up, and slipped it right into her.
"Oh, Jack!" she gasped. "You're terrible!"
"You must mean how bold I am," I laughed as I began to thrust. "Because I know how you love my cock!"
Then she grabbed onto the Christmas tree and abandoned herself to the not unwelcome encounter. The way she and I were together, sex was often as quickly entered into as shaking hands. As we moved faster, the lights and the ornaments shook and several of them fell off and broke. I reached under the sweater she was wearing and unhooked her bra, letting her heavy breasts hang and swing freely. I held her trim waist and plowed her well, feeling my tip far inside her and her labia caressing my balls.
"Oh, damn, Jack," she sighed, tossing her blonde hair. "It seems like this is all we ever do. But don't stop. Don't stop!"
"I won't," I replied, feeling just marvelous. "When we're old, we'll have plenty of time to sit by the fireside. But for now, this is the absolute best way to spend Christmas Eve!"
Before we came, though, Sharon did one more amazing thing. She took her hands off the tree and, bending all the way down as she had when she'd danced for me, she touched them to her toes. Again her big breasts hung toward her chin, but that wasn't all of it. Her position opened her to me in a way no woman ever had been before, and this time I was inside her! There wasn't an inch of extra flesh to interfere with my deeply-plunging rod.
"Is this in the Kama Sutra?" I asked her, still levering strongly.
"I'm not sure," she panted, smiling up at me over her shoulder. "But seeing as how this is Christmas Eve, maybe it's in the Kama Santa!"
That did it. When I laughed, I triggered my orgasm. Holiday bells went off in my head as a magnificent pressure built then broke at the base of my spine, sending tingles of joy throughout my straining body. I pumped jet after jet of something that looked like eggnog into Sharon's hot, wet "cup" until it was running over. Some of it dripped onto the presents under the tree, which made for a wildly inappropriate sight.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ahhh!" I shouted, so loudly that I knew my folks upstairs could hear it. I hoped they'd think it was Santa coming down the chimney, not me coming in the living room.
"Eee. Eee!" my blonde lover squealed, hitting her own climax. As her snatch spasmed around my pulsating tool, I hoped she'd be mistaken for one of Santa's little elves!
At last I pulled out, and we sat down on the floor. Reaching for some tissues, we wiped the presents clean.
"All we need is people finding stains tomorrow morning," I observed. "Since I did it without taking off my clothes, I already have stuff all over my pants."
"Oh, Jack," Sharon scolded. "But all that stuff is clean, isn't it, because it comes from love? And it's in keeping with the holidays, because what are they about if not love, even sexual love?"
Then we relaxed in front of the hearth, enjoying a more quiet variety of Christmas cheer. As we basked in the glow of the fire and the warm afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help thinking of a past Christmas Eve, just after an old girlfriend had dumped me for another guy. Then, even the snow on the ground outside had looked like ashes to me, but now the flames of desire were bright. What went around came around, I knew.
"Merry Christmas," I wished the snuggly little person beside me. "Merry Christmas!"
Back in Boston, our affair lasted through the winter. But when spring arrived, when the sun-bathers and the joggers began to appear again along the Charles River, our thoughts opened to other partners. Still being nineteen, we were both too young for commitment. And the thought of dark-haired Cindy, who had gotten us together in the first place and whose free, promiscuous spirit still inspired us, did the rest to make Sharon and me part as friends.
I thought of going after Cindy then, of making the drive West to find her when the college term ended. But I had two more years of school to go. Besides, I sensed that fate, not an active search, was to bring us together again.
So I said good-bye to her blonde nympho counterpart one beautiful June day, as we headed home separately for the summer. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she stretched up to kiss me, holding her huge breasts against me one last time.
"We really did console each other, didn't we?" I said with a smile.
"Yes, we did," she laughed, pressing her mound against me, too, even though people were watching. "But even more, we had fun!"
CHAPTER THREE
During my junior year in college, I played the field. It wasn't as if I never heard anything about Cindy, because mutual friends saw her and told me she was well. But it just wasn't time for us to meet again, I knew. And I didn't have as many intense sexual experiences as I'd had even with Sharon. I preferred to delve into my books and records, to play some sports, and to go out with my buddies.
But after that break, it was back into sex in a big way. And that was literal, considering the woman who took up most of my senior year!
Her name was Marge, and I met her one night in one of the new topless bars. I was twenty-one then, and I could get into those places of sheltered, accentuated, almost dream-like sexual visions, as I found them to be. She was a few years older, but gorgeous, with a drop-dead figure.
Marge surely was a big woman, the same height as me. Her hair was brown and curly, and her figure as large and full as Cindy's and Sharon's had been small and slender. Her breasts were as big as theirs, but they looked more in place on her voluptuous, wide-hipped form. She was like a Botticelli Venus, and her white flesh absolutely exuded sex as she danced in nothing but a black G-string. Sharon had danced for me, but this woman was a pro!
"Hi, there," she purred when she finished her number and came down and sat at the bar beside me. I bought her a drink, which was how those places worked. "What's a young guy like you doing here? You're single, and you can get any girl you want. Topless bars are for middle-aged men, so that they can see and touch naked young women and then take it home to their wives without having affairs or getting divorced. That's the fantasy."
"Or maybe there's another kind, even for them," I replied mysteriously, thinking of the oedipal thing. I reached down and stroked her marble-like thigh.
"Whatever," Marge shrugged."
"At any rate, you're the type of guy a girl like me has on the outside instead. But you bought me a drink, so let me show you what I do for the customers."
At that, she moved her bar stool closer and draped one big, naked leg over mine. She hugged me, French-kissed me, breathed heavily into my ear and even stuck her tongue in it. Then, improbably, she made a purring sound again and licked my nose!
"That's quite something," I said, feeling a bit amused but also conscious of my manhood rising to full erection. "And what do they do to you?"
Playing my game, she didn't skip a beat. This woman had a mind, too. "Well, they hold my great big knockers in their hands and kiss them and lick them and suck my nipples. They stroke my back and my butt and my thighs and they tell me it feels like warm silk. Then they slip their hand inside my G-string and feel my fur and even down into my hot, slippery snatch!"
In the next few minutes, I did all of those things too. But, as my rod dripped and I got acquainted with Marge's prodigious body, I came to a further conclusion. Another nympho, and a big one at that! I really knew how to pick them. But maybe that was because I'd become such a promiscuous guy myself.
Then she interrupted my hands and my thoughts. "Enough is enough," she said. "If you want any more, you'll have to buy me another drink."
"I've got a better idea," I replied. "You said I was the type you'd have on the outside. Well, how about it?"
Marge considered, during which time she gave me a deep, highly suggestive, and obviously practiced look. "Okay, why not?" she finally laughed. "I get off work in two hours. Come back then!"
So I took her out for a late supper, then back to my place. She was a blue-collar girl from South Boston, and she was put off and at the same time impressed by my being a college senior. I could tell that she'd welcome the nicer things I might buy her and the classier treatment I might give her, but that was soon beside the point. Mainly, there was sex!
We'd already done the foreplay in the bar, and at dinner, so we got right down to business. She got naked again, and I did the same. Looking seriously and lustily into each other's eyes, we embraced. My rigid member slid between her legs, under her curly brown bush and along her hot, wet vulva. It was interestingly different to be holding a woman of exactly my height and size.
"Mmmmm," Marge purred once more. Her breasts, pressed upward and against me, were so high and round that I could lower my head and lick their smooth white flesh. I got my hands around her rear, squeezed it, and began thrusting with my rod. The feel of her naked body on mine was marvelous.
"Hey," she said after a while. "Enough dry-humping. Why don't we just go all the way and boink?" Her frank and earthy manner was wonderful.
"Suits me fine," I replied.
Staying glued together, we maneuvered over to my bed. She signaled that she wanted to ride me, so I lay back first. Straddling me on all fours, she went right ahead and eased her dripping wet quim back onto my throbbing rod. It was wild to have her big body over me.
Her sleeve wasn't as tight as Cindy's or Sharon's, but it was deep and hot. She seemed to have more juicy folds on the outside, and those and her soggy fur caressed my shaft and my balls as she took me to the hilt. Balling with Marge would be just fine.
Even more, though, there was her whole voluptuous form, now in marvelous motion. Young, but also looking older, she rocked back and forth, her heavy breasts swinging and her big nipples excitingly hard. It was warm in my room, too, and she began to work up a sweat. She even panted, with her tongue hanging out. Sometimes there was nothing better than a hot, slick, down-to-earth joining.
"Oh, yeah, woman!" I exclaimed. "Do it now. Do it right. Do it all. Make it happen!" Sometimes it was also good to know that the pleasure depended on the woman more than you.
"Oh, yeah, I'll do it," she bellowed in reply. "I'll take us where we want to go!"
Then Marge raised up and rode me that way. Now I could feel her generous bottom and her whole weight on my thighs when she came down on them. Again, she was as big as I was, and that was awesome. I could also look down and see her brown-furred quim as it moved squishily on my upright rod. Her big breasts bobbed freely for a while, after which she held them in her hands and plucked at her nipples with her fingers. Her gently-rounded belly tensed as she built steadily toward an orgasm.
"Oh, my!" she moaned throatily, looking shamelessly into my eyes. "I'm glad I met you, Jack-man. You've got a big dick, and you fuck real good."
"Thanks," I grinned. "But you're doing all the work, big gal!"
And she kept on doing it, until she went through a massive climax. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she jammed her pubes down and ground them onto me. Her inner muscles tightened, and she put out a flood of hot juice. Her smooth white flesh glistened with love sweat.
"Oh. Oh!" Marge went. "Oh. Oh. Ahhhhh!"
Then it was time for me to do some work after all. Raising up off me, Marge got on her hands and knees. I moved to my own knees behind her, knowing that she wanted me to do her from there. Soon I was back inside her hot, capacious hole.
Now I almost felt inadequate, because there was so much woman to pleasure. I ran my hands over her broad, slick back as I levered my rod into her as far as I could. Her generous rear and the backs of her thighs slapped sweatily on mine as I got into a fast rhythm. Her breasts hung weightily, her thick nipples pointing downward, and they swung back and forth and out to her sides. Sometimes quantity equaled quality, I decided. It was almost like banging two women, but I rose to the occasion.
"That's it. That's it," Marge grunted, looking lustily back over her shoulder. "Your cock's sliding right on my clit. You're giving me what I need!"
"Good," I replied. "Now come again. I want to come, too!"
And she did. Getting her snatch into incredible motion, not only rocking it back at me but also wiggling it and even rotating it, she brought herself off strongly. She fell down off her hands onto the bed and beat her fists on it. She took a corner of the pillow into her mouth and bit into it. When she came, this big young woman really let it all hang out, with an orgasm as massive as she was!
"Aargh!" she shouted this time. "Aaaargh!" Her cunt grew even sloppier with her juices.
At last it was my turn. It wasn't a sharp climax as it might have been in a tighter channel, but it was great all the same. It was sort of like coming in a wide, warm ocean, and it lasted for a long, happy time.
She didn't. "Oh. Oh, yeah, Jack," she purred. "Give me all your good hot stuff. Give it to me!"
"I will," I panted, as I pumped a major load. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I am!"
Then I pulled out, and we lay back beside each other, gasping and heaving. It was the most healthily down-to-earth session I'd ever had.
After sex, I'd found, was the best time to tell life stories, and that night was no exception. As I looked down along Marge's voluptuous, satisfied body, a couple of questions came to my mind.
"Why did you get into topless dancing?" I asked her. In the 1970s, it was a relatively new and bold thing.
"For the money, naturally," she laughed. "I've only got a high school education, and I can make twice as much dancing, for half the work, as I could doing anything else." She paused. "But I like it, too. I like to be naked and sexy in front of men who like to watch."
"But don't you feel exploited?" I went on. "Using your body that way?"
"Not at all," she replied. "Even if I did, doesn't everyone sell themselves? The girls in my old neighborhood are mostly waitresses and cleaning women, and the guys are day laborers. I'd rather be in the sex field!"
"But what will you do when you're too old to dance?" I asked.
Marge smiled. "Well, then I can be a waitress or a cleaning woman. In the meantime, I'll have made more money and enjoyed myself when I was young!"
She must have thought I was some sort of puritan, asking questions like that. But in truth, I'd only wanted to confirm what I'd guessed about her. Other young women might be uncomfortable dancing naked or might delude themselves that they were in show business. But Marge had no such hang-ups. She was a born exhibitionist, not to mention a raging but healthy nympho!
"One more thing about bodies," she broke in. "We have the wrong attitude about them if we separate them from our minds." She gave a little wiggle where she lay beside me. "I am my body, so I'm not 'using' it. When someone sees my body, they see me!"
So Marge wasn't to be pitied or looked down on just because she was a topless dancer. Maybe she was even to be envied, and at least she was honest.
I wasn't jealous of her, either, since Cindy had taught me not to be. But I was curious about her experience, so I asked her. And that led to a story that went a long way toward completing my own sexual education!
"You're one of a long line of men. Jack," she laughed. "From the way I made love, I hope you guessed. But I started pretty late, not until I was nineteen. And the one who broke me in was.. .my uncle Don!"
She practically had to catch me from rolling off the bed in shock. Her uncle! She'd made it with her uncle! My cock rose as I waited to hear more.
"It all started when my aunt died," Marge said. "My uncle took it hard, and he couldn't even cope with the basic household things. My own house was crowded, and my folks decided that I, as the oldest daughter, should go and live with him for a while.
"So I got things straightened out, but my uncle was still lonely. He did his job all right, but when he came home all he did was sleep or mope around. I was bold enough to suggest that he start dating again or at least go out with his buddies. But he sank deeper and deeper into depression.
"He was such a nice guy that I just had to do something, and I knew more and more what it had to be. He was handsome, too, still in his thirties, and I was feeling really attracted to him. At first, I tried to forget what I was thinking. But then I decided that it would be better than nothing at all.
"So one night, I hugged him when he came home. The next night I hugged him harder, pressing my young body against him. The night after that, he hugged me in return, running his hands over my back and my swelling ass.
'"Oh, Marge, what am I doing?' he said, snatching his hands away. T almost forgot who you were. I thought you were your aunt, come back to life.' He paused. 'But, oh god, it felt so good to hold a woman again.'
'"Don't worry, Uncle Don,' I replied. I took his hands in mine and put them back on me, even moving them around in front so that he could hold my bulging breasts. 'Since this is what you need, it isn't wrong. We know each other well, and we've got to do what comes naturally.'
"Nothing more happened just then. We kissed and cuddled for a while, and then we had dinner as usual. But when we sat and watched TV together, we kept looking deeply at each other. And when he went up to bed, I think we both knew what would follow.
"When his light was off, I took off my clothes and crept into his room. I put one knee on the edge of his bed, and I heard him sigh. Then I got in and straddled him, letting my heavy breasts caress his chest. He slept naked, and I felt his hard cock in my fur. I'd wondered if he could still perform in his depressed state. But I must have been the right cure, as I'd thought.
'"Oh, Marge,' he said. 'Are you sure?'
'"Yes I am,' I responded. 'And neither one of us should feel guilty anymore.'
"Then I lowered myself onto him, slowly and tenderly. I had two sensations: of losing my virginity, and of doing it with my uncle. But my cherry broke easily, and I don't think he even realized he was the first. And he was a perfect first lover because I did know him so well.
"Soon I was balling him as if I'd been doing it for ever. I rocked back and forth, taking all of his exciting length, letting it rub on my button and build me toward an orgasm. He reached up and held my breasts, thrilling to my smooth young flesh. And my mature-type size may have made me an ideal partner for someone his age.
"Now his depression was quickly forgotten. And I was thrilled to be having sex at last! Faster and faster I moved, as he levered his hips up at me. His body stiffened, and mine began to shudder with joy. I knew we were going to go all the way and come!
"Then I let loose. 'Oh god, Uncle Don!' I moaned. 'Oh. Oh, yes!' I fell down onto him as my orgasm shot through me and I felt him spurting up into my hot, wet cunt. 'God, Marge!' he shouted. 'You've brought me back to life! This can't be bad, because it feels so good.'
"After that, we went to sleep in each other's arms.
"The next morning I tried to feel ashamed of what had happened. But I just couldn't, and as an adult who'd even initiated it, I hadn't been ill used. Instead, I wanted more of what I'd felt. And so did he.
"So he called in sick to work, when he actually felt better than he had in ages. Then, in the daylight, we explored each other's body right, enjoying every naked inch. With a smile on his face at last, my uncle ran his sensitive hands over my breasts, tummy, rear, and thighs. He played with my pussy hair and moistening slit.
"In turn, I felt his muscles and his hard, throbbing cock. I fondled his balls and reached behind them to press the root of his member, which drove him wild.
"Then my Uncle Don fucked me again, laying me back on the rumpled bed. Where I had done it the night before, now he got on top of me. And it was even more exciting in the light of day, since we knew better we were uncle and niece. He thrust into me deeply, supporting himself on his elbows, using his long, thick rod to full advantage. He looked down between us to see my big breasts in motion and his cock going under my thick brown muff. No wonder he'd been so lonely, I thought. He was a great lover, and he and my late aunt must have had a fine sex life.
'"Oh, give it to me, Uncle Don!' I moaned, lifting my legs to give him full entry. 'Give it to me good. Give it to me hard!'
'"I will, Marge,' he responded. 'You're the best niece a guy ever had!'
"We rolled over and over on the bed, enjoying each other to the utmost. Now it was pure sex, no matter who we were or how it had started. We balled sideways and with me on top and with him on top again, losing ourselves in forbidden lust. We shuddered and came, with my cunt spasming around his cock and him shooting hot jets into me. But we didn't stop yet. He left it in until he was ready again, and we picked up right where we'd left off.
"Through the rest of that wonderful day, with only a couple of breaks for rest and food, we had our absolute fill of loving. I got a wonderful education in sex, and he got rid of all his grief and depression. If that wasn't good, what was? Finally, we'd had enough.
'"Well, Marge,' my uncle said that evening, as we lay there totally satisfied. 'That was marvelous. But I don't know where it's going to lead.'
'"Let's let that take care of itself,' I replied. reaching down and stroking his tool. 'In the meantime, let's just be lovers!'
"So we stayed together like that for almost a year, with my folks and the neighbors being none the wiser. If they'd only known that, behind the drawn shades, Uncle Don and his housekeeper niece were usually romping around naked! We explored every road of passion, and here's one of many examples.
"One night when he came home from work, I met him at the door wearing only a frilly apron. We hugged, and he felt up the exposed globes of my behind. Then he lifted my big breasts in his hands and sucked my nipples to hardness.
"He freed his hard cock, and we almost went into a standing thing right there. But I had other ideas. Going to my knees, I took his cockhead between my lips. I nibbled on it gently as he got harder and harder. Then, though I'd never done it before, I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, looking passionately up at him. He stroked my head as I began to bob it up and down.
'"Ohhh, Marge!' my uncle sighed. 'You're a natural at this. You're a natural at all sex!'
"'Mmmmm,' I hummed around his cock as I sucked it, wiggling my naked butt for good measure. 'Mmmmm. Mmmmm!'
"He let me work on him until he was about to come. Then, though, he urged me off him and to my feet. He lay down on the floor, with his manhood sticking straight up. He had me stand straddling his face, with my hands on my hips. I looked down at him, wondering what would happen next.
"T wanted to see you from this angle,' my forbidden lover explained. 'And you're amazing. Your body's so young, yet so big and powerful. I can look up along your legs and see all your brown hair and your wet pink slit. And I can see the undersides of your big, thrusting breasts.'
"Then he had me squat down until my cunt was at his mouth. He opened me with his fingers and began to lick my button. That was new to me, too, and it felt wonderful. It was an incredible thrill to have my own uncle licking my private parts.
"'Ohhh!' I moaned, throwing back my head and closing my eyes in ecstasy. I took my breasts in my hands and played with them, pulling at my sensitive nipples. 'Oh, yes, do that. Yes!'
"Now it was his turn to hum. 'Mmmmm!' he went, his mouth full of his nineteen-year-old niece's juicy quim!
"He kept eating me hungrily, reaching back and squeezing my buns as well. Pretty soon, I felt myself about to come. Then he stuck his tongue up inside me, and that did it. A major climax broke in my dripping pubes and spread all through me, making my full white flesh quiver. I lost my balance and dropped down onto his face, sitting on it for real.
'"Oh. Oh, damn!' I shouted. 'Oh. Ohhhhh!'
"I got off my Uncle Don as quickly as I could, so that he could breathe. I wanted him to come, too, and I was thinking about finishing the sucking I'd started, or else balling him. But as it turned out, he was taking care of that very well himself!
'"Sorry, Marge,' he laughed, as I followed his eyes down to where he was stroking his big hard member. T couldn't wait!'
"And a moment later, I watched him shoot jet after jet of white stuff into the air.
"So, Jack," Marge concluded, suddenly bringing me back to where she and I were lying in bed. "That was my first lover. After about a year, he told me he was back on his feet enough not to need a 'housekeeper,' and that I should move on to guys my own age. Since I hadn't been a willing pupil as much as his fellow explorer in sex, I told him he should find a more mature woman to replace his late wife."
Marge laughed. "We took each other's advice. And, needless to say, this time the partners we found weren't in the family!"
After I'd heard her story, I didn't know what to say. All I could think was that I'd asked for it! She'd done some consoling as Sharon and I had, but in her case it had been a little different.
She'd blown my mind, but apparently the whole affair had been good for her because her head had been on straight. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it, I decided. Different strokes for different folks, as they say. I only wished I could achieve such a totally liberated attitude, but at least I was well on my way!
Marge had, however, strongly turned me on. "C'mon," I said, reaching out for her curvy form. "We have to take care of a little business."
"What business is that?" she teased, writhing sexily under my hands.
"You know very well," I laughed, gesturing at my upstanding manhood.
"Oh, that," she replied, giving me a wonderfully wanton smile. "But that's not little at all!"
Then she shifted down on the bed and got her sensuous mouth on me. And all the time she blew me, I thought of her uncle and her.
Marge and I continued our torrid affair throughout my senior year in college. She kept dancing at the topless bar, and every so often I'd stop in to watch. I wasn't jealous when I saw the older men pawing her, because I knew she was happy fulfilling something that was as old as life. Besides, I could gloat over the fact that when she got off work, it was me she'd be sucking!
We had good times in Boston, too, out of the sack. When spring came, we went to baseball games and to the beaches of Cape Cod. But we knew that our time together would end with my graduation. We were headed in different directions, and to try to combine them would spoil what had attracted us in the first place.
I had also told her about Cindy, about my "search" for her. So the stage had unconsciously been set for what happened next.
It was graduation day, a sunny, perfect one in June. Hundreds of folding chairs had been set up on the college lawn under the trees, and colorful banners floated in the air. My folks and even Marge were there when I walked across the stage in my cap and gown. What would I find in the rest of my life? I wondered.
And when would I see my dark lady again?
It was a vision, I thought, as I looked out over the audience. But no, it was real! She was real, and she was there. Standing in front of a red brick building, wearing the same white dress she'd had on when we first met, she was smiling and waving at me.
"Cindy!" I shouted, as soon as the program ended and I could get loose from my folks and Marge. "Cindy!"
Then I ran. Through the crowd, with my cap sailing off and my gown flapping, I ran to my fated lover. And soon she was in my arms, her breasts against my chest and her sweet lips on mine again.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I couldn't stay away," Cindy said when we finally broke our clinch, her brown eyes looking up into mine. "Maybe we're supposed to meet by fate, but this time I didn't think it would hurt to give fate a helping hand!"
She had graduated from college on the West Coast a semester early, she told me as I turned in my gown and we left the campus. She'd taken a job that involved travel all over the country, and one of her first choices had been to come here.
"I thought wearing the same dress would be a nice touch, Jack," she continued with a smile.
"It was," I grinned, taking in her beautiful little body. "It is!"
We went across the street to a little cafe, where we sat and talked for a while. We were hungry for each other, but it was as if we were building up our energy for what would follow. I devoured my food, but even more I feasted on the sight of her luscious curves, suddenly real to me again. Our link was mental and spiritual, too, but after such a long time it was physical above all.
"Not enough time," Cindy said, shifting in her chair. Her eyes betrayed the fire that was building in her loins, as I was sure mine did, too.
"There isn't enough time for us in all eternity!" I said mock-poetically, missing her point.
"No, silly," she laughed, taking my hands across the table. "I meant there's not enough time to make it to your place!"
Then she got up and walked away, giving me a sexy look over her shoulder. I followed her to the back of the cafe-and right in the door of the ladies' room! As luck would have it, there was no one else there, and we locked ourselves in one of the stalls.
"Not too romantic," Cindy laughed, looking around. "And we'll have to be quiet. But sit down, Jack. Sit down!"
I could hardly believe we were going to do it there, but I was game. Getting in position, I freed my cock, which stood up proudly. The next moment she wiggled out of her panties, pulled up her white dress, put her hands on my shoulders and lowered herself onto me.
It was like a shock of recognition when I slid into her. Again I felt her hot, wet, perfectly fitting cunt around my rampant rod. She moved slowly up and down, leaning forward so that her sweet breath was in my ear and her dark hair splayed over my face. I wasn't in a bathroom; I was in heaven. What a graduation present this was!
"Oh. Oh, Cindy!" I sighed. "I really don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," she whispered back. "We know each other's thoughts anyhow."
She kept moving on me, and I abandoned myself to the delight of her. There was an added dimension in that we were both fully dressed but with our hot loins secretly meeting. There was also the element of danger, because someone could walk in on us anytime. My experiences with my fated lover were nothing if not memorable!
With my head swimming, I quickly built to an orgasm. When it came, it was sharp and piercing, more real than any I'd had with even Sharon or Marge. It felt new, too, even though I'd come with Cindy before. That was how it was, I decided, with lovers like us.
"Oh. Oh!" I exclaimed, trying to muffle my cries. My climax broke at the base of my fully engorged rod and flowed out along it and up my rigid spine. I stayed balanced at that marvelous moment for what seemed like an eternity; maybe a great orgasm did take you to eternity. Then I began pumping my hot jets of sperm into my lover.
"Ahhh!" Cindy echoed, simultaneously reaching her release. Her hands, thighs, and even her pussy tightened on me as she got everything out of her climax that she could.
She leaned back, with my cock still inside her, and we gazed into each other's eyes.
"Welcome back," I said.
But she looked down to where her dark pubes met mine.
"I'm the one who should say welcome backinto me!" she replied with a sexy smile.
Then we got cleaned up and went back out into the cafe. One thing I knew was that I'd never look at the door of a ladies' room in quite the same way again!
I had to have dinner with my folks and see them off, but after that Cindy and I met again at my place. I was all packed to leave Boston, but luckily the bed was still there! We practically tore off our clothes, and again I saw her small, perfectly formed body naked. She was twenty-one now, and if anything her curves were even better defined. Her breasts, especially, were contrastingly larger and firmer, thrusting out in incredible, hard-nippled splendor. I wondered how many lovers' hands might have helped to make them that way in the meantime, but I didn't care.
She lay back on the sheets, her dark hair fanning out on the pillow and those breasts standing up magnificently. She spread her shapely legs, showing and inviting me into her beautiful pink slit. But my eyes were elsewhere, and she read my thoughts.
"You're right, Jack," she said. "We've never done that. So come on. It'll be fun!"
"As long as you don't mind," I replied. "Because
I won't, for sure!"
So I straddled her chest, wet my tool with some lotion that was handy, and slid it into her cleavage. Cindy held her breasts up with her hands, but she hardly even had to because they were so big and firm. Levering with my hips, I got into a fine rhythm, using long, slow strokes. She alternately looked up along my body at my face, then down at the tip of my rod, which was coming out from between her remarkable pair.
"Ooh, that's interesting. That's nice!" she purred in her totally liberated way.
"If you think that's nice," I replied, "wait until you see me shoot!"
Spurred on by the position, the whole situation, and our almost outrageous intimacy, I moved quickly to a climax. Faster and faster I plowed between her tits until I was right on the verge. It was amazing, I knew, how the body controlled the mind during sex, but how the mind could still provide the timing. I wanted to shoot quickly, and sure enough, I shot!
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I gasped, as another sharp orgasm wracked me and my hot white jets shot out. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I put them on my head and twisted like some male exotic dancer.
"Oh, wow, Jack!" Cindy echoed as my stuff hit her, some of it even reaching her open mouth. "We sure get into some mischief, don't we?"
Then I hunched up a little farther, and she sucked out the last few drops.
I got off her, and we lay back beside each other. Idly, I took a tissue and wiped myself dry.
"Not that it's dirty or anything," I said.
"Oh, no," she replied. "Everybody does that. Though I did read about a man who said his biggest delight in life was 'having tea and toast in bed with cunty fingers!'"
I smiled, feeling infinitely pleased that a man and a woman could be so close and yet so fabulously different. And as to her quote, you never knew what benefits you'd get from a college education!
Then Cindy asked me about my sex life in her absence, and I told her about Sharon and Marge. Turnabout being fair play, I asked to hear an outstanding experience of hers.
"Well, there was Laguna Beach," she began. "As you probably know, that's a picturesque town south of L.A. A professor of mine who was very, very married took me to a secret little apartment he had there, for some extracurricular sex.
"We got undressed, and he was really impressed by my tight little body. Of course, he especially liked my great big boobs. He just stood there holding them in his hands, his eyes bulging as though he were a virgin instead of a thirty-five-year-old man. In fact, he was so distracted by my breasts that he forgot to get a hard-on!
"'C'mon,' I told him. 'They're just tits. And you're lucky enough to be holding them. Believe it. Now give it to me. Give it to me good!'
"Still he wasn't Hard. So I hunched down a bit and rubbed my breasts, including my hard nipples and my puckered areolae, all over his cock. Sure enough, the direct contact of what he so admired did the trick for him. Soon he was like a rock.
"Then I got up on all fours on the bed and he knelt behind me. Quickly, he slid his rod into my hot, tight cunt. It was a fine one, filling me from side to side and plumbing my depth. He pumped strongly and rhythmically, and I responded in kind. As he stroked my naked flesh, he must have enjoyed the sight of my sexy body wriggling and squirming. My breasts that he liked so much were hanging and swinging under me, and he made grabs at them as we humped away. I was giving that older man a great time, and I felt great as well.
"Soon my pussy began spasming wildly, and I came. 'Oooh! Oooh' I went, letting him know he was with a real sex-lover, a real little screamer. Lunging back at him, I put out hot juice around his tightly-held rod.
"He came then, too. 'Oh. Oh, Cindy!' he shouted. 'You're such a sex bomb. And you're even more so when you go off!' Then he let loose with a major load."
As I listened to her back in Boston, I thought that my dark-haired lover had finished her story. "You tell it like it is," I couldn't help observing.
"You nymphos really kiss and tell!"
"I guess we do," Cindy laughed, giving a naked wiggle as if in memory of her California encounter. "But why not? We're only describing what everybody does."
"Right on," I agreed. "Sex is such a great thing that it shouldn't be kept secret. Rather, it should be the reverse!"
And she wasn't done, either. "Anyhow," she continued, "my professor and I stayed in Laguna for the weekend. Now that he was warmed up-and not in such awe of my tits-we balled like crazy. In between, we enjoyed delicious meals and visited the art galleries in town. And late on Saturday night, we just sat naked at the apartment's picture window, sipping wine and taking in the moonlight over the Pacific.
"On Sunday morning, though, we went down to a little private beach surrounded by high cliffs. There was no one else there, so we decided to take off our suits and swim and sunbathe nude. That was when an amazing thing happened.
"It started out with a simple dip in the waves. I stood chest deep, letting the water play with my big breasts in rhythm. My professor friend was again hypnotized by the sight of them. I knew what he liked to see, and it didn't hurt to do a little posing.
"I thought he might fuck me in the surf, but instead he took my hand and led me back to the sand. I lay back on a towel, my breasts standing up proudly. My dark fur was soaked, and there were beads of moisture on my smooth, firm flesh. I must have presented a pretty and very fuckable picture!
"In spite of what often happens to men's cocks in the water, his was fully erect. He got over me and slid it right between my slender thighs. I lifted my legs and opened myself completely to him, hugging him tight. As we began to make it, it reminded me of that old Burt Lancaster movie.
"But just when we were really getting into it, a scary scene occurred. Two young guys suddenly appeared from around the corner of one of the cliffs. They were good-looking and muscular, and were naked like my friend and me. And I could see their cocks get hard the moment they saw us.
"At first they tried to be polite and excuse themselves, but they were just too turned on. 'Hey, old man,' they called out to my lover. 'Isn't she a little too young for you?' And to me, they said, 'Hey, busty babe. You ought to go with somebody your own age. like us!'
"It was a dangerous situation. But I had to admit that I was more attracted than repelled. Even with my friend moving in me, I was wondering what they'd feel like as well. Call me a raging nympho, but that's the way it was!
"So, just before they pulled him off me and a fight broke out, I took charge. 'I'm enough woman for all of you,' I said. 'I'll take you on, too. Come here!'
"When they heard that, the two young guys sat down on the sand and watched while my main lover finished. He did look like he might still try to fight them off, but I discouraged him. He took their place watching, and they got in position at either end of me. I'd never done two guys before, and I didn't want to do them one at a time!
"I urged the first guy to ball me, and he eagerly complied. Soon my hot, tight snatch was stuffed with man meat once more. I moved to give head to the other one, and he stuck his cock at my mouth. Soon I was taking him in and sucking hungrily away.
"As I lay there on the beach, looking up at the sunny blue sky, I did wonder for a moment what on earth I was doing. But as they said in the sexual revolution, if it felt good, do it, and it felt very good indeed.
"Because the whole situation was such a turn-on, our little threesome finished in record time. The guy who was humping me lunged faster and faster, panting and grunting, until he put out his stuff. I sucked harder on the other guy, using my tongue on his underside and working his root with my fingers, until I let him out and stroked him the rest of the way. And, my lean body tensing and my big boobs shaking, I went through an orgasm that was even better for my being with them both.
"'Ohhh!' I moaned, as I bucked my hips and enjoyed my climax to the fullest. Great waves of pleasure washed over me, like the ocean waves beyond.
"'Ahhh!' I sighed; as I sank into a warm, wonderful peace.
"But before the guys moved away, they mysteriously urged me over on my side. Then I felt my professor friend, who must have gone wild from watching, enter me again."
Back where we lay together in Boston, Cindy gave me a dreamy smile.
"And I leave it to you, Jack," she concluded, "to figure out where he entered!"
Having heard that, my mind was totally blown. My sexual education had been completed, just as I'd graduated from college that very same day. I loved and lusted after that big-breasted little woman, and I wanted to show her I did. So, realizing that she hadn't gotten hers yet that night, I quickly remedied the fact.
I moved lower on the bed until my mouth was at her dark-furred pubes. It was great to look up along her slender body, between her magnificent breasts, to where she was gazing lovingly down at me. I separated her outer lips with my fingers and laid bare her fresh, inner pinkness. I knew I was looking at a place that had welcomed many men, to include the ones she'd just told me about. But that only made it more appealing to me.
How beautiful Cindy was down there! Her intricate folds were like the petals of a rose, her fluid on them like morning dew. The word 'foliate' came to mind, and I was glad I'd done well in English! I could also see her little button, her opening, and everything she had.
As her smooth, warm thighs pressed my cheeks, I put my mouth on her, adding the sense of touch to that of sight. My lips met her nether lips, and my tongue caressed her sensitive clit, then probed inside her. My nose was buried in her soft, perfumed muff, and I tasted her sweet, natural juices. She reached down and stroked my head, helping to take me to a heaven that was encompassed by her hot, wondrous loins. What a way to go, I thought more banally. There would be far worse ways to leave this earth than with one's face buried in the cleft of the woman one loved!
Then, all thought aside, I ate her avidly, doing everything I knew to give her maximum pleasure. Attuned as we were, I seemed to know exactly how and where to touch her. My mouth and her cunt became locked together, the rhythms flowing back and forth between us. I grasped and kneaded her firm rear as she pushed herself joyfully at me. Soon I felt her on the edge of her climax, and then I felt it break.
"Oh. Ohhh!" Cindy cried above me, spasming against my lips. "Oh, Jack. You're the best!"
I wondered if she'd said that to other men, but again I didn't care. That was because she'd said it to me.
"But you didn't get off," she concluded, as her fine body relaxed and her orgasm subsided.
"Oh, yes, I did," I replied, looking happily up at her.
And that was because, while I was eating her, I'd been rubbing my hard-on against the sheets!
Cindy and I rested for a while, after which I made slow, tender love to her with me on top. Her hard-nippled breasts lay like huge round pillows on her chest as I plunged deeply into her. Again I tried to fix her every feature in my mind and heart, not to mention in my senses. I knew that our present encounter would have to last me, because soon she'd be gone once more.
The next day we walked the streets of Boston together, visiting our favorite places like old times. It was good to be at them with her again, and her presence seemed to put them back the way they should be. That was also fortunate because I was about to leave those places myself, and I wanted to remember them right.
Then, sadly, it was time. We went out to Logan Airport together, but to different flights. Hers was departing first, and I said good-bye to her at the gate. In a short dress, she stretched upward, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard.
God, her face was so beautiful, framed by her dark hair. And her bosom felt so good against me, its largeness pressing my front. I stroked her arching back and grasped her tensing rear, too, not caring if anyone was watching. If someone's face was lovely, then all the more so for her more intimate parts.
And there were her lips. Damn, they communicated her whole sexy body, as though we were having sex with our mouths. I wondered if anyone had ever come through such a kiss! And her eyes, when she drew away. They were indeed the windows of her soul.
It was dark and misty outside the big windows, and the plane looked like something out of a movie. But it wasn't the end of a friendship, only a fated interruption of it. Suddenly, though, I didn't see why we couldn't be together all the time.
"Stay with me," I told Cindy, holding her tight again. "You can be as free as you want, but stay with me."
But she wiggled out of my arms. "You know I can't, Jack," she said with a smile, looking wiser than I'd ever be. "It's not that you haven't played your cards right; you've been perfect. Again, it's just that we need someone special to dream about and come back to, someone who's above everyone else. And we wouldn't have that if we saw each other every day."
Then she whispered into my ear. "And the memory, the standard of the perfect.. .fuck. Am I right, Jack?"
I had to admit that she was. She was a romantic as well as a nympho, I knew now, and the combination was rare. And even if she was giving me a line, it was a marvelous one, just as she was the most amazing woman I'd ever known.
So I kissed her once more, then I let her go. "I love you, Cindy," I said.
"I love you, too, Jack," she replied. "I really do."
She picked up her carry-on bag and joined the others going down the boarding tunnel. Again, I thought of following, but I stood my ground. There was even something oddly triumphant about it, this losing yet not losing her.
"Good-bye, Cindy!" I called after her.
She turned, and gave me one last flash of her smile.
"No, Jack," she answered. "Not good-bye, but so long!"
CHAPTER FIVE
I had first met Cindy in the fall of 1975, and soon it was the fall of 1978. I'd been in ROTC in college, so now I found myself as an Army second lieutenant at a post in the middle of Texas. There wasn't much to do in the peacetime military, and the surrounding countryside was nothing but dust and sagebrush. In short, I became bored and horny as hell!
When we were so frustrated that we couldn't stand it anymore, three other officers and I rented a car and drove to Mexico. South of the border, we found a town that grew more exotic with each block. First, there were the normal tourist shops. Next, there were such things as tax-free liquor and Havana cigars. But the third block, in dive after seedy dive, contained the hookers!
My buddies and I settled into one of the bars, where, after ordering a round of tequila, we were joined by four dark young women. My partner-to-be pulled up a chair, facing me. She was wearing only a short black slip, but even that didn't cover her for long. With a boldness that made even Cindy look shy, she pulled it down off her breasts and up off her pussy and her behind. Her breasts were heavy and round, her rear Was wide but firm, and she had a lush black patch of fur between her smooth brown legs.
"Hi, handsome," she said, in a thick Spanish accent. "I'm Maria."
Then she took my hand and placed it firmly in her crotch. "And this," she concluded, "is Maria's cunt!"
Men often dreamed of such a forthright woman, but really meeting her was something else. Even for a hooker, she was uninhibited. Leave it to me to find a nympho wherever I went! As I stroked her wet pussy she stared down past her naked breasts with an expression of smoldering lust. I was both refreshed and a bit put off by her approach. But she didn't allow me any such second thoughts.
"Oh, just go ahead," Maria told me. "Don't only feel me up. Stick your finger in and get it all sticky and wet."
And, when I was still slow to act, she did that for me, too!
Then she went right for my cock. Unhooking my belt and unzipping my fly with a hand so practiced that she did it faster than I usually did, she freed my instantly hard manhood. I was so long that when she pulled her chair a little closer, my tip nestled in her soft, dark fur.
"Oooh, what a big man," the Mexican hooker purred, stroking me up and down. "I could get this off in a minute."
She laughed huskily. "But if you give me some money, I could also take my time."
After not having had a woman for months, slower was the way I wanted it. So, leaving my buddies with their own play-for-pay partners, I let her lead me to a small back room.
Maria had me sit down on a cot, and she dropped her black slip. Her smooth brown skin and her naked curves were stunning. But even her swelling, hard-nippled breasts were soon overlooked by me. It would be an affair of hot loins only, in that sultry border town.
She knelt at my feet, rolled a rubber onto my rod, and took it right into her mouth, gazing lasciviously upward. Her thick lips and her busy tongue worked wonders on my rigid length as she sucked me strongly. In a particularly fine move, she stuck her tongue way out and flicked it on my root.
I'd never known a woman to love cock so well! It was as if she were feasting on the most delicious dish in the world. Faster and faster she moved on me, until her dark hair was shaking. You never knew what you'd find when you went in search of sex!
Then Maria let me out for moment and took a gulp of the cold drink she'd brought into the room with her. When she got me in her mouth again, it was full of ice cubes!
"Oh. Oh!" I exclaimed. "That's an incredible sensation. Ah!" She sucked me more, until everything was hot again.
Before I came, though, she came off me.
"You want to fuck me, too," she said. "You want to do more than get blown."
I certainly did. So I gave her some more money, stood up, and let her get on the cot instead. And that led to an experience I'd never forget.
There she was, on her hands and knees, with her wide rear raised and her whole crotch shamelessly exposed. It had so many brown folds, so much dark fur, so much slick juice that it was almost overwhelming. But sex was a down-to-earth thing-although this might have been as earthy as it should get! At any rate, I was hypnotized by the sight of her, and my cock was so hard that it ached.
I was ready, also, to do what Cindy had done with her professor friend. And that was exactly what Maria was inviting.
"Get it wet in my cunt," she instructed, looking wantonly over her shoulder and wiggling her tail like a primitive being. "Then go ahead and put it where it's tight!"
I did as she said, and a moment later I was in a hot, exotic place. Talk about being in a foreign country; this was far better than Mexico itself! I didn't even move, but I was moved in a sharp and savage kind of way. I felt as though I were being carried back to ancient times and ancient peoples, before the puritanical Europeans arrived.
And my partner did the moving for me. Wiggling, lunging, even constricting her opening in a way that drove me wild, she brought me off unbelievably strongly. In a minute I was gasping, straining, and pumping my urgent seed.
"Aagh. Aagh. Ahhhh!" I grunted, as I came and came and came. I didn't want to think it, but it was a better orgasm than I'd had even with Cindy. It drained me totally, seeming to take the blood from my body. My rod was held prisoner and almost drawn inside. "Ahhh!" I went. 'Ahhhhh!"
At last I withdrew. And that Mexican hooker, who was now much more than that to me, turned and guessed my thoughts.
"I'm the best you ever had, right?" she asked, giving me an absolutely natural smile. "Better than the one you love?"
Although I hesitated to admit it, I nodded. But then she made it all right again.
"Of course I am," she laughed. "But that's because it was instant, one time, and purely physical. And in the long run, you need more than that."
I had completed my education, but I was still learning. And that, as they say, was what really counted!
Maria donned her black slip and went out to the bar to find another man. I rejoined my buddies, who had found their own release, and we made the hot drive back to the Army post. In the days ahead, our duties didn't seem so boring and the Texas landscape didn't look so barren. It was great how the world could seem so much better with sex!
But one Friday night, I began an affair that did involve a lot more than a sudden and exotic coupling. And it was just as slow to develop as the other had been sudden. In fact, I found myself becoming Jack the seducer, in spite of all the free sex I'd had.
Maybe trying to recapture my Boston days, I went into a nearby town and bought a ticket to a college football game. It was great to be drinking cheap beer, eating a hot dog, and even cheering for a team I didn't know. The lights were bright, the sky above was dark, and the fall air felt good. I was tanned and fit in my civilian clothes, and I realized that the only thing I needed to make it perfect was a woman.
And women there were! Besides those in the stands, the cheerleading squad was a very pretty bunch. They wore brief blue outfits that showed a lot of cleavage above and a lot of thigh, and more, below. When they did flips and cartwheels, there was little left to the imagination.
All of them were attractive, but one really stood out. She was tall, blonde, and creamy-skinned, with a face that could have been on a magazine cover and a body that could have been in a centerfold. She had perfect features, including a faultless complexion, big blue eyes, and a wide, expressive mouth. And her body, with her graceful arms, high round breasts, trim waist, luscious rear, and smooth, shapely legs, was the kind that any man would dream of making love with. In short, she was a goddess from the word go!
I was sure that she had plenty of boyfriends, and just as sure that someone would soon discover her and take her off to Hollywood or New York. But for now, she was still available to me. And where a few years before I might have been shy, knowing Cindy had made me bold.
"Go for her, Jack," I seemed to hear my dark-haired lover say to me from the night sky above. "I would, myself! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You only go around once in life. And, to add one more line, the worst she can do is say no!"
So, after the game, I went down to the sidelines. The blonde goddess was surrounded by other guys, but I pushed my way through. I got the attention of those big blue eyes, and I made my pitch.
"Go out with me. Now," I grinned.
She studied me. "Why on earth should I do that?" she replied in a Texas accent.
But I rose to the occasion, as my manhood already had.
"Because I'm just an absolutely great guy," I concluded. And it did the trick!
Her name was Lynn. She threw a jacket over her revealing uniform, and we walked away past the disappointed stares of the other guys. As we went on through the sleepy little town, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Being with an undeniably perfect woman did that to you.
Lynn was nineteen to my twenty-two, but still I was in awe of her. She was about my height, too, though smaller-boned than my lover Marge had been; my, they grew them big in the Lone Star State! From her facial beauty to her perfect, jiggling breasts to her gorgeous hips to her endless legs still bare below her jacket, she was every red-blooded American male's dream, or walking wet dream! Cindy and Sharon had been small and big-breasted, and Marge had been big, but they hadn't been Lynn's kind of Marilyn Monroe ideal.
As we talked and got to know each other better, I realized that she and I would never be permanent. But if it happened and while it lasted, it would be an absolutely memorable time. In fact, if she made it as big as I thought she would, I could say I had once balled a star.
But I didn't come easy. Although we hit it off well at the old-fashioned diner where I took her, there wasn't to be any more that night. She finished her food, drained her drink, and wiped her beautiful mouth.
"Well," my dream girl drawled. "Time for me to be getting along."
"Let me walk you home," I said, and she did give me that. Again we were walking the night streets, and I was feeling like the luckiest man alive.
"Let me kiss you good night," I said at her door at the college dorm, and she gave me that, too. For the first time I tasted the nectar of her lips.
But then she went in. And I was left to go back to the post with my heart, and my hard-on, in agonized suspense.
I was in the Army, after all, and the next days were like a military campaign. I phoned her every day, but I was rewarded with only one date. And that date was exquisite agony, indeed. Lynn took me out to an artificial lake, where she swam wearing a tiny white bikini. If she'd been exposed in her cheerleader's uniform, there ought to have been a law against her baring that much more of her faultless flesh and her mouthwatering curves. Damn, I could even see her hard red nipples and her yellow bush through the thin cloth. And there should have been a bigger law against her showing me that, then leaving me unfulfilled.
I had to make it with her; I just had to. My life and my manhood depended on it! As I lay awake every night in my bachelor officer's quarters, I wracked my brain figuring out how to win her.
Then suddenly, I had it. And the next time she agreed to go out with me, I put my plan into action.
"You know I worship you," I told her. I had at least, at last talked my way into her room, so there was a possibility of our making it.
Lynn looked interested. "That's sweet, Jack," she said, giving me a million-dollar smile.
"And you know, there's no one else in the world just like you," I went on.
She looked more interested. "That's even sweeter," she replied. We were sitting on the bed, she in a short white dress, and she moved a little closer.
"And I want to worship you by giving you all the pleasure you deserve," I concluded. "Because nothing is too good for someone as unique as you are!"
That did it. It might have been a line, but it worked. I felt a bit guilty, but that was how the game was played. It was as old as men and women themselves, so who was I to argue?
Because she suddenly came into my arms. Totally letting go, she gave me her beautiful face, her wide lips, and for the first time, her tongue. She put her whole body into her kiss as well. Her graceful arms went around my neck, her perfect breasts pressed my chest, and she let me run my hands over her arching back and her curvy rear.
I was in heaven. And I was in an even higher level of it when she didn't stop my hand going up her faultless thigh, to at last cup her warm, moist crotch.
To be honest, I'd wondered how I'd perform with Lynn because she was so perfect. But things, or my thing, were just fine down below. The longer we kissed, the longer and harder I got. So I ventured to take her hand and put it on my erection. And she didn't take it away.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "That's nice."
Completely emboldened now, I went on to free my cock from my pants. She hesitated for a moment, but then she began to stroke it. In turn, I pushed her panties aside and played with her soft, humid fur. Going even farther, I ran my middle finger along her hot, slick slit. She tightened her legs, but only to hold me where I was.
"Mmmmm," she purred more loudly. "That's very nice."
I could hardly believe it. It was going to happen. She was going to go all the way. My long campaign had paid off, and I'd taken the fortress. We were going to make it tonight!
The rest of the time was like a dream, but it was wonderfully real as well. As we lay back on the bed, I worked Lynn's dress all the way up, then off, after which I took off her panties and bra. Now I could see the entire, naked sweep of her young body, and she was perfectly fantastic.
I spent a lot of time on her high round breasts, studying them, mouthing their milky white flesh and sucking at her hard red nipples. I stroked her flat tummy and the exciting curve of her waist, then reached around and grasped the firm twin globes of her behind. Running my hand over her long, silky thighs, I brought it up to hold her pussy again. That part of her, with its downy yellow hair and its wet pink lips, was just as beautiful as her face!
And that was how I began to love her, by worshipping her as I'd said. After getting out of my own clothes, I slipped to the floor and knelt between her legs as she moved to the edge of the mattress. As she took hold of my head, I borrowed my face into her, nuzzling her love nest, kissing her sweet labia, and finding her clit. Then, pressing my hands on her thighs, I alternated between sucking her button and plunging my hard tongue well up into her hot, juicing hole.
"Ohhh. Oh, Jack!" she squealed from above me, in a breathless way that would have done Marilyn Monroe herself proud. "Oh, eat me. Oh, yesss!"
"I'll please you," I said, taking my mouth away for a moment and looking up along her almost too perfect form. "I'll give you everything you want!"
I did, too. More and more avidly I ate her, filling my lips with her tender folds and sucking her delicious juices. It was as though I were trying to take in her whole marvelous body through my mouth. My rod was huge and achingly hard just from the thrill of my giving her head, but I didn't think about that. This first time was to be for Lynn alone.
"Oh. Ohhh!" she shrieked more urgently, undulating her hips and pushing her beautiful pussy at me. I could tell that she was about to come.
"Ohhh!" Then she did come, and in a way that was as ideal as she was. Her orgasm was a model of its kind, sending sexual electricity through her and to my busy lips. As I looked up along her nude body, I saw her round breasts quiver and her blonde head tilt back in ecstasy. Then she raised her arms and held her head, which threw her curves into incredible relief. After a long, wonderful time, she relaxed into whimpers and sighs.
I had pleased the goddess. I had made the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen come!
I took my mouth away and moved up beside her. She lay with one hand still over her head and the other playing idly with her damp pubic hair. Being sexually satisfied only made her more perfect. I'd never viewed anything like her, even in a painting or a statue.
"Well," Lynn sighed dreamily. "You got me naked, and you made me come. I guess now you'll want to fuck me."
"Yes," I replied, feeling it was the ultimate understatement. "Yes, I do!"
"All right," she said, looking at my throbbing rod and sleepily stretching out her hands to me. "Come on!"
I moved gently up over her, and the next moment I was in paradise. Inspired by her lovely face and by her big blue eyes looking directly into mine, I slid my manhood between her legs. And she was just as ideal inside as she was out!
Her deep, silky cunt fit me like a glove. Her labia gripped my thrusting shaft and stroked its sensitive length wonderfully. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around me, opening herself completely and drawing me to her.
It had been going to happen, and now it really was. I was boffing the most beautiful woman in the world! There in that sleepy Texas town, I'd found as much perfection as I ever would. And, making it a point to look down between us as we moved together, I enjoyed every wonderful minute of it.
Her upright breasts shook, her smooth tummy tensed, and her downy mound bucked up at me. Her warm, soft hands stroked my back, making me feel marvelous. I even watched my member going into her, as if to prove to myself that it was actually doing so. But it was.
And again, invisibly, there was the feel of her cunt. It was so hot, slick, and form-fitting that it drove my rod crazy. Every nerve ending of my thrusting shaft was on full alert, ready for the next motion to make it explode.
Lynn stiffened, gritted her pearly teeth, and came once more. She dug her fingers into my back, lifted her luscious rear from the bed, and let herself go. I could even feel her world-class snatch contracting around my cock and juicing more freely. She was a bit of a cold blonde goddess, but I'd warmed her up very well. It had taken awhile to bed her, but it had been well worth the wait.
"Ahhh. Ahhh!" she sighed into my ear, her breath coming like the sweetest breeze on earth. "Ahhh, Jack. Ahhhhh!"
That was my signal to let go, too. And when I did, it was with all the power I'd built up ever since I first saw her. There might have been a drop of my stuff for every time I'd thought of her high round breasts, her luscious buns, or her long, classy legs. It was like a dam bursting.
"Aagh. Aagh. Ohhh!" I shouted as I came. "Oh, this is a big one. Oh boy. Ahhhhh!"
Then I pumped enough hot white sperm for three normal loads. And I lunged my rod up inside her, possibly farther than she'd ever felt one go before.
I felt inexpressibly great. Inspired by that goddess, for once in my life I was as perfect as she.
I slid my manhood out slowly, inch by delicious inch. When we sat up on the bed again, there in her Texas room, Lynn looked genuinely impressed.
"You really get into it, don't you?" she purred. Her creamy skin was flushed, and her blonde hair was tousled in an alluring, post-sex way.
"Yes, I do," I laughed. "And now I want to get into it one more time."
She looked surprised, but she stayed game. For my part, I wondered if I'd made a promise I couldn't keep. My cock had gone through such a crashing release that it was limp between my legs.
But I gave it a try. And I did it in a way that would bring me up again if anything would.
As a change of pace from my enjoying her frontal beauty, I urged Lynn up on her elbows and knees. She knew I wasn't after her back door, so she complied. I just wanted to see her in a more down to earth position. And she was just as arousing as I'd thought.
Her breasts hung like geometric cones, her silky back arched gracefully, and the globes of her rear were like twin moons. Even more, though, there was her yellow-haired slit, pink, wet and gaping open. I got behind her and gave her a few licks, as I'd done when she sat on the edge of the bed.
But my cock was hard enough now, and I put it into her once more. Rising to my knees, holding onto her trim waist and moving my thighs toward the backs of hers, I got in position. I rubbed my cockhead over her other opening, giving her a little taste of that, and then I plunged into her love hole. I began thrusting, and with each one, my cock grew longer and stiffer, probing again for the end of her wonderful tunnel.
We got into a fine rhythm, her breasts bobbing under her and her blonde hair hanging and swinging. Her silky back arched and her sweet butt wriggled as I put it to her.
"Oooh, that feels so good!" Lynn sighed as I did her. "You're a real man, Jack."
"Thanks," I panted. "I do worship you, like I said. But for real men, the best way to worship is to fuck!"
We went at it more and more hotly, our bodies growing slick with sweat and our thighs slapping loudly together. An exotic perfume rose from that all-American blonde as she got down with me. I squeezed her buns and rubbed my hands over them. That made her wiggle even more.
"Oh. Ohhh!" she gasped, as my rod rubbed right on her clit. "Ohhh, it's getting me so hot."
"That's good," I responded, as she became more and more like Maria, even rotating herself on me. "With sex, you can feel any way you want."
Then we came at the same time, bucking and heaving. Her loins spasmed around my rigid manhood, and I lunged even more deeply into her. Even though I'd just had one, my climax was very strong. It made my head pound, my toes curl, and my spine go stiff with ecstasy. For her part, she shuddered all over, really going through changes.
"Oh, yeah!" we shouted as we took the roller coaster ride together. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah!"
And, for another change of pace, I pulled out my jerking cock and let my stuff spurt onto Lynn's delicious pubes.
We lay back on the bed again, knowing that this time we were done. Our clothes lay strewn on the floor, the room reeked of sex. Looking at each other, we realized that we appeared more and more exhausted after each round.
"You and I could wear ourselves out this way," I laughed. "We could ball ourselves into a rest home."
"Yes," my partner replied with a winning smile; I still couldn't believe how beautiful she was. "It's strong with you, Jack, maybe the strongest I've ever had. And maybe that's why I resisted for so long.
Not only to build up the effect of when it finally happened, but because I was a little bit afraid of it."
"I was a little afraid of you, too," I admitted. "Your beauty and all. Though neither of us really had to be, did we?"
"No," she purred, snuggling up to me. "But I did wonder why you wanted to do it so many times."
I grinned. "That was because, when you finally let me into your panties, I was afraid you wouldn't let me in there again!"
But she did let me, time after time. We did it every which way we could, discovering new positions that pleased us wildly. It was even better to be assuming them with someone who could have been the model for the ultimate photographic guide to sex.
I spent so much time away from my Army duties that my commanding officer spoke to me about it. But I couldn't think of much else except being on top of my luscious blonde; beside her, behind her, under her, or with my head between her creamy, dreamy thighs. Throughout the windy, often icy Texas winter, we kept each other warm, not to mention hot!
There was no future to our affair, we knew. She had to finish college, and I was at the Army's disposal. Besides, I was more or less an average joe, and I knew she was headed for bigger things. When she was a Cindy Crawford or the next Marilyn Monroe, I could say I knew her when.
Still, our parting came as a shock when it happened. "I'm being transferred to California," I had to tell Lynn one night. "The country's a lot prettier than around here, but there's one pretty thing that won't be in it. You've made this place a paradise for me."
"Well, thank you, kind sir," she drawled, though she brushed a tear away. "I'll miss you, Jack. You've been a great lover, and I've been lucky to have you."
"Oh, no," I replied, surveying her marvelous form. "If anyone's been lucky, you're looking at him!"
Then we made love one last time, with me lying back and her riding me. It was like a fantasy come true to see her tight thighs, her flat tummy, her round breasts, and her passionate face as she moved her magic cunt up and down on my happy tool. She leaned forward and let her blonde hair tent over my face, putting us in a wonderful, sexual world all our own.
I tried to fix not only her looks, but also the feel of her pussy in my mind forever, as I had with the other women I'd known. If I was a great lover, as Lynn had said, then they had made me one.
Before I came, however, she raised off me and moved lower on the bed. Coming up between my legs and giving me a perfect smile, she took my rod between her wide lips and her white teeth, sucking it deeply into her mouth. It was very arousing to see her cover girl face addressing my most private part, and its outline inside her smooth white cheek.
And when I did climax, long and strong, her blue eyes showed her delight as well. If any proof was needed, she accepted every one of my hot spurts and swallowed them down.
Yes, the women I'd been with had made me a lover, a man to whom sex, rightly, was the deepest and most serious part of life. And none had done it more than Cindy. She'd given me the confidence to approach someone like Lynn, and I knew she'd even looked on and helped as I tried to win her. In the end, I'd done both of us proud.
Cindy. I was going to California, and the company she worked for, the one for which she traveled all over the country, had its home base there. Should I look up my dark-haired lady? Or should the next time we met again be by fate, not by plan?
So I packed up my duffel bag, and my blonde Texas sweetheart saw me off at the bus station. There, I was in for a final delight as my fellow soldiers couldn't believe I was kissing someone as beautiful as she.
But life was an adventure, and if you went about it right, you'd be surprised by the great things that came your way. Even more, you'd be surprised by the great ways you came!
CHAPTER SIX
The peacetime Army involved some pretty odd duties, and my next post on the California coastline confirmed it. Foundations were being dug for some new buildings, and ancient artifacts were being turned up along with the ground. I found myself put in charge of a small laboratory that was processing those objects to be sent to museums.
My assistant was a thirty-year-old civilian named Lori. She was tall and had long black hair that she wore up. While her face was rather plain behind her horn-rimmed glasses, her figure was the kind that wouldn't quit. Under the lab coat she wore, she had melon-like breasts, a high, tight behind, and long, shapely legs.
But for all her charms and latent sexuality, she didn't seem interested in men. When I asked her out, she politely declined. I didn't think she preferred women, though; just that she was the repressed scientific type.
When it came to sex, ancient peoples were obviously much closer to nature than we were. The primitive objects that Lori and I were handling included female figures with huge breasts and prominent labia. I thought of my Mexican lover, Maria; she'd put me in touch with cultures that made things like that. But Lori was embarrassed by them-and especially so by a new item that came in one day.
It was a polished stone statue of a little man with a giant prick! In fact, though he stood only eight inches tall, his prick was a good eight inches, too.
"It's only natural," I tried to explain to my female assistant as we looked over the incredibly endowed little fellow. "Just as all sex is natural and good."
"I guess so," she replied, still appearing doubtful. But as it turned out, I'd been far more convincing than I'd planned!
When I came in to work the next morning, two things were missing. One was the phallic statue, which I'd left on my desk. And the second was Lori, who wasn't in her usual place in the lab.
Then I heard sounds coming from the women's room down the hall. Lori and I were the only ones in the building, and I thought she might be in trouble. So I went down there, knocked, and then walked in.
There was Lori, and she wasn't in trouble at all. And there was the statue, too!
My assistant was perched on the bathroom counter, her white lab coat open. She had one long leg raised and the other straining to the floor. She wore only underwear beneath, and her panties had been pushed to one side and her bra pulled down. Her long black hair was undone, her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and panting. She was cupping one of her full, round breasts in her hand.
And in her other hand she held the little man with the big prick, sliding it in and out of her wet pink slit.
"Oh!" Lori shrieked when she realized I was there. She quickly pulled her lab coat shut and let the statue clatter to the floor. "Oh, Jack, I'm so ashamed. But I got to thinking of what you said about nature, and I dreamed about the statue all night. Then, when I came in and saw it on your desk, I just couldn't help myself."
"I think you helped yourself very well," I replied, trying to relieve the tension. "Though that wasn't exactly what I had in mind!" N
She was obviously a very frustrated woman, and it all had come out like this. Damn, did I get into some crazy things. I'd never seen a woman do it with a dildo before, and when I finally did, it would be something else. Far be it from her to use a hunk of pink rubber; instead it was an ancient stone cock!
And she couldn't stop now. She must have been on the edge of an orgasm when I came in, and she had to continue. When she saw that I didn't really disapprove, she resumed her panting. She let her lab coat fall open again, and she trailed her hand down her belly. Not having time to retrieve the statue, she settled for her finger. Soon she was stroking her dark-furred slit while looking directly at me.
"Oh. Ohhh!" Lori sighed, bringing herself back up. Her other hand went between her legs too, which pushed her breasts out between her reaching arms.
"Ohhh!" she moaned more loudly, her brown eyes going wild, her long hair hanging limply and her glasses slipping off her nose. There was nothing quite like seeing a conservative woman coming completely unglued.
"Here, now," I interrupted, not being able to control myself anymore. "You don't have to do it with a statue. But you don't have to do it yourself, either. Not when there's a real live man in the room!"
At that, I unzipped my pants and showed her my big, hard member.
Focusing on it, Lori stopped playing with herself. Here was something she could use, indeed.
"It isn't stone," I said, walking over and encouraging her to take hold of it, which she did. "And it isn't your finger." I paused. "But I think you'll like it even better than those!"
She smiled. "You're right. But put it in me before I lose my edge. Put it in me quick!"
I did just that, standing in front of her where she sat on the counter and driving deeply into her hot, primed hole. When a hard cock and a wet quim wound up naked in the same room, the rest was easy. Grabbing my shoulders and hugging my hips with her long, smooth legs, Lori took me eagerly. We kissed, and her hot breath and active tongue excited me even more. Her round breasts shook as I thrust and she bucked back at me, and her soft pussy fur felt great on the base of my rod. I reached down and grasped her firm buns, pulling her to me even harder.
"Oh. Oh god, Jack!" the no-longer-repressed brunette exclaimed. "It was really you I wanted all along. The statue was just a substitute."
"I'm flattered," I panted, as I thrust higher and higher in her fine, tight cunt. "But maybe you just needed any real live cock!"
Then I came like crazy, and so did she. With an especially deep plunge, I pumped gobs of hot white stuff into her liquid insides. In turn, her luscious body went rigid and her pussy tightened around me.
"Ahhh!" Lori went when she felt my jets wash into her. "Ahhhhh!"
"Yeah," I responded as I gave her all I had. "Oh, yeah!"
I slid my cock slowly out, and we caught our breath. But then I had a raunchy idea. Finding myself hard enough for another round, I also picked the phallic statue up off the floor.
"We could do a little experiment," I said. "After all, we are working as scientists. How about if we really test which is better: this stone cock, or me?"
My new partner's eyes widened when she heard my proposal. "Oh, yes, Jack," she blurted out.
"Yes!"
So I studied her body in her wide-open lab coat; her melon-like breasts, smooth belly, and deliciously spread thighs. And most delicious of all, her pink, sex-swollen quim, still with a trace of my white stuff on its lips. Seeing all of that made me just as hard as before.
Then I did what I'd said. First I inserted the smooth stone rod gently into her opening, twirled it around, and gave it a few deep thrusts.
"Oh. Ohhh!" Lori sighed, wiggling her snatch around it.
Next, I replaced it with my member. To keep the naughty experiment fair, I made the same number of moves.
"Ah. Ahhh!" she gasped, grabbing my shoulders and shaking her succulent breasts for me.
I kept at it that way, alternating the stone cock and my real one. Soon the dark-haired woman got totally lost in passion again. Her smooth flesh looked marvelous as it quivered and shook, and her brown eyes went vacant with lust. It was almost as exciting for me to see the fake prick going into her as it was to be inside her myself. I fantasized once more that we were back in primitive times and were celebrating an erotic ritual. I even thought that the face of the little man who was attached to the prick looked happy.
From a sexually repressed working relationship, to diddling and humping Lori like that-what a trip! I could hardly believe it was happening. But sex and life were like that. It was happening, so believe it I did!
She was building toward an orgasm, and so was I. So I finally stopped using the stone cock and concentrated instead on my own. Soon we were both panting and gasping, and she was hugging me with her legs again. Just when I lifted her off the bathroom counter, thinking to walk around the room with her, we both came like fireworks.
Lift-off, for sure! "Ohhh! Oh god!" we shouted, as I staggered with her clinging to me. Bolts of sexual lightning shot back and forth between her spasming cunt and my jerking, pumping rod. Her big breasts pressed hard against my chest, and her fingers dug into my back. And, talk about shooting, I put another big, hot load up inside her.
I eased Lori off me and got her to the floor, where she stood unsteadily. She was totally disheveled, from her long, undone hair to her skewed glasses, to her naked, heaving body in her open lab coat. Some of my wad was even running out of her slit and down her smooth thighs.
"Well," I asked her, "what's the result of our little experiment? Did you like the stone cock better, or mine?"
"No contest," she laughed. "Yours was best. And besides, yours comes!"
Leave it to me, I thought, to make all the women I met just as frank about sex as Cindy had taught me to be.
Then we buttoned up, left the women's room, and went back to our work in the lab. But I violated Army regulations, and made Lori a present of the little man with the big prick. Who knew but that she might need it again? And how many women could say they had a sex toy like that one?
But that wasn't the end of our affair by a long shot. The very same night, I asked her out to dinner. Then we got to know each other even better, and in much more comfortable surroundings.
In my off-post apartment, we sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window at a beautiful Pacific sunset. I remembered that Cindy had told me about a similar experience; in a sense, I was always following her. But I concentrated on Lori, also dark-haired, right beside me.
She and I were completely naked this time, and her tall body looked wonderful in the rosy light. I traced the gently curving line of her silky back, narrow waist, and shapely rear with one hand, while I fondled her round, hard-nippled breasts with the other. She was a few years older than I, and now that her sexuality had been freed, her mature potential was unlimited.
Then I laid her down, watching her breasts still swell up proudly. Opening her tender wet cunt with my fingers, I mounted her and began balling her missionary style, feeling her hot tightness on my rod once more. Her hair tickled my cheek, and her warm breath was in my ear.
After a few thrusts, though, she had other ideas. "Let's try some different positions," she said excitedly. Yes, I had freed her up very well!
Lori got on her hands and knees, with her full breasts hanging and her pretty tail wiggling. She smiled at me over her shoulder, and I knelt and put it to her from behind. She rolled her dark head, arched her sleek back, and rocked back onto my hard member, her thighs meeting mine.
Then she pushed me all the way back, with my cock still in her, until I was prone. Now she was in cowgirl position, with her smooth rear toward me, and she began lunging up and down. It was wild to look along my body and see her moving on my upright rod, which was visible between her quivering cheeks.
She went on to twirl around like an acrobat and to ride facing me. As she did that, she held her breasts up in her hands, then took one hand away to run it through her long black hair. Leaning forward, she let her hair fall over me and her breasts hang and jiggle provocatively. Her mouth was open, her tongue was hanging out, and her brown eyes gazed wantonly into mine. No longer shy and repressed, she was as torrid as they came!
"I love being free with you, Jack," she panted.
"It'll be our own special secret, like the little stone man with the big wazoo."
"I love it, too," I replied, as her tight, hot channel worked wonders on my manhood. I didn't know why it had to be a secret, but she was conservative in her everyday life. Maybe the contrast was a turn-on for her. At any rate, even though she was naked and balling, she was still wearing her horn-rimmed glasses even then!
Then Lori took herself off me, turned around, and straddled me. At age thirty, she must have given and received head before, but when I saw she was about to do that, it was thrilling. When I felt her full lips on my cockhead, then her hot mouth taking me in, I nearly came.
But I had her own sex to attend to before I let loose. It was right by my mouth, and I went hungrily at her wet pink folds. I traced them with my tongue, as if making an erotic map of them. Then I settled on her joy button. Finally I darted my tongue into her hole, as she quivered with delight, shoving herself at me. In my time, I'd become quite a connoisseur of female juices, and hers were right up there on the taste scale.
Now Lori and I were ready to explode into each other's mouth. And we did, our bodies going rigid and our loins going wild. It was a wonder of nature that two people, one male and one female, could be such a complement to each other. To translate the French saying, hooray for the difference!
Sexual electricity flowed back and forth between us as we came and came and came. She released her honey into my mouth, and I filled hers with a big gob of my stuff. Finally we lay back beside each other on the bed.
The sun was down now, and its rosy glow had been replaced by a shadowy gray. Still, I could see Lori's fine naked body; her heaving breasts and belly, and even her hand idly squeezing her well-fucked and well-eaten sex. She was all the way down now; her repression was gone. If I'd wanted her to be as natural as the ancients, like Maria, I'd gotten my wish.
"Well," I observed, "we really got to know each other. Sex can do that, can't it?"
"Yes," she purred. "But I want to do one more thing!"
Then, to my amazement, she moved down and addressed my manhood again. It was limp, but she got it into her mouth and got it hard enough to work. The more I made it with the women I found, the more I could do it, it seemed. Even though I'd climaxed moments before, there was another one in me.
Lori's heavy breasts rested on my thighs and her head bobbed in rhythm as she sucked me. Her long black hair fell over my lap and my balls. It was fine to see her pretty mouth taking my length, and to realize that just that morning we'd never even touched each other. I reached down and stroked her as she sucked, licked, and fingered me to perfection.
Then I came once more. It was weaker than the other times, but somehow all the more sweet and satisfying. My lover looked happily up at me as she took my last spurts in her mouth and gulped them down.
"Ahhh!" I sighed, as a tender feeling enveloped me. "Lover, you're very good."
"Thank you," she replied, taking her mouth away when I was done. Then she licked my remaining stuff off her lips and smacked them with delight.
So that was Lori. The rest of the time we worked together, she and I were steady lovers as well. And all of it had started with a very oddly-endowed, ancient little man.
In the Army, you didn't stay in one place for very long. And that made for short love affairs. I had to admit that I wanted it that way, that it was convenient because of how my life had turned out, my search for Cindy. If I couldn't have my dark lady for keeps, then I wanted us both to expand our sexual horizons as much as we could. In that fashion, we were even being true to each other by being true to sex.
So my time with Lori ended when I was transferred up the coast to San Francisco. And there was never any lack of wild experiences there!
I met Rosie at a funky party. It was 1980, and while the hippie days of free love were long gone, there was still plenty going on. She was an artist, twenty-one years old, and had curly blonde hair. But the main thing about her was that she was big. B-I-G! Where my lover Marge had been full-figured, this young woman was almost fat. Yet her being young made her size endlessly appealing rather than the reverse.
And she was endless, indeed. In the black sweater and tan skirt she was wearing when I met her, her breasts jutted out a full eight inches in front of her, and her well-shaped bottom and thighs swelled formidably. If Lori's breasts had been melon-like, hers were like cantaloupes, entering a room well before she did. I knew that Rosie, naked, would simply exude sex.
So I asked her out to lunch the next day, and she accepted. This time she was wearing a white sweater, and her fifty-inch-plus bust line was almost too much for me across the table. She was wearing a thin bra, too, which meant that her breasts didn't even have much natural sag. And her two-inch-wide areolae and thick nipples were visible through the cloth.
Then there was her lower body. It gave me the promise of a lush blonde triangle of humid fur in a deep valley made by her round belly and her smooth, inflated thighs. The deepest place in the valley, of course, would be her luscious pink hole. With her, I was becoming a poet of fat sex!
After lunch, I talked Rosie into inviting me up to her artist's studio. We sat on the couch, and I kissed her thick wet lips. Then I put my hand on one of her massive boobs, and she didn't stop me. Even under her sweater, that tit was absolutely incredible. My hand couldn't span it; its hardening nipple was as thick as my finger, and it was amazingly firm.
By that time my manhood was huge and rock-hard, as if inspired by the size of her breast. I moved partway around in front of her, letting it press her springy thigh. I went on to lift her white sweater up over her bosom, revealing such a fantastically long line of cleavage that it made me gasp. Then, rejoicing that she hadn't stopped me, I dramatically undid the front clasp of her bra.
What a marvelous explosion of smooth white flesh! That woman's breasts just kept on coming. They didn't sag, and they were even bigger than I'd thought, once they were freed. Just the sight of them made my eyes widen and my mouth water, while their warm perfume burst forth and almost knocked me over backwards.
And the touch was even better. I bent down and kissed her huge twin globes, having to move my mouth wildly around to cover them all. It was a tit-man's dream come true, since there was always more to explore.
But my elation didn't last for long. After I'd gone on to suck at her giant nipples and to lift her gargantuan boobs in my hands, the bodacious blonde stopped me.
"That's it for today, Jack," she said. Her high, squeaky voice contrasted wonderfully with the rest of her, making me harder still.
"Why? Oh, why?" I complained. I must have sounded like someone being kicked out of a candy store. Damn, just her tits had made me ache to penetrate her, and I hadn't even explored her down below.
"Well," she replied, "I'm embarrassed about my size."
"Oh, no!" I protested. "I think you look wonderful. You are big, but as they say, that means there's only more of you to love and be loved."
Still, Rosie wanted to get used to the idea of balling me. So she made a date for the next night. I had to swallow my pride and my lust as she covered herself up again. Damn, how I hated to lose sight of her magnificent mammaries! And I could hardly walk out of her studio because my cock was so huge between my legs.
But when I returned the next evening, I found that my wait had been worthwhile. Having decided to take me on, Rosie had forgotten her embarrassment and was prepared to free every ounce of sexuality she possessed.
When she met me at the door, she was wearing a long red robe. It covered her mind-boggling curves, and it also indicated that she had nothing on underneath. My heart rose, not to mention my cock.
She showed me some of her artwork to break whatever ice remained, as I trailed around behind her. But next to her bed, she paused.
"I want you to turn your back," she said, and I obeyed.
"Now you can look," she continued a moment later.
And when I did, I had one of the most fabulous experiences of my sexual life.
Rosie reclined on the sheets, completely naked. I saw veritable mountains of smooth, firm white flesh, from her breasts, almost as large as her head, to her hourglass waist, to her swelling belly, to her marble-like thighs, to the widest, thickest blonde bush I could have imagined. There was so much of her that I could barely take her all in, but not because she was overweight as much as burstingly full. She was like some white, non-athletic woman from a 1950s magazine, whose flesh was somehow more secret and alluring than that of modern ones. And she absolutely defined the word Woman. My cock hardened and throbbed, as I nearly came just from looking at her. It was even wilder to know that all of her was going to be mine to love.
"Do you like me?" Rosie asked.
I almost laughed at the understatement. "Woman," I replied, "anyone who doesn't like you doesn't like life!"
Then I tore off my clothes and got on top of her, practically bouncing when I did so. Her body was so capacious that it was like a wonderful, living bed. The touch of her warm, bare, sex-charged flesh on mine was so electric that I almost came then and there. But I let myself down to her side and took my time. My mouth went to her breasts, hungrily licking and sucking. Each of them was a thing in itself, a living, almost breathing milky globe.
I moved lower, trailing my lips down her ripe belly and stroking her satiny thighs. When I buried my face in her lush, fragrant bush, I almost got lost in its delights. And when I mouthed her moist pink labia, her whole massive body quivered in a way that was sex incarnate.
"Ohhh, Jack!" she squealed in her exciting, high-pitched voice. "Oh, you're eating my pubes!"
I did eat her for a while, but then I just had to bang her. So I mounted her again and slid my achingly hard cock into her. It was a bit difficult to get between her thick legs, but when I did I was in for a pleasant surprise. Her vagina was as thrillingly small and tight as the rest of her was big!
As I began to thrust, the feel of Rosie's endless, pneumatic body pushed back the limits of pleasure for me. With long, slow, magnificent strokes, I balled her as if inspired to a greater effort by her size. Cushioned by her belly and by her pillowy, upright breasts, I thrust myself into her like there was no tomorrow. And, though I usually held my weight off women when I was on top, she was so big that she took all of me.
"Eee. Eee!" she went, circling me with her ample arms. I almost felt held prisoner by a woman as powerful as she was. I'd had thick partners and thin ones, but she was totally off the map.
Then she came. It was a sight to behold and a sensation to feel! She shook and heaved so strongly that she nearly threw me off her. Again, if an orgasm involved every inch of a person's body, then hers must have been magnified two or three times.
"Oh, yeah, Jack!" she screamed as her snatch put out volumes of hot, slick fluid. "Ohhh, here it is, lover. Oh, damn. Oh, yesss!" She shivered, she quivered, and she brought it all home.
"Oh god. Aagh!" I echoed, thanking heaven that I could finally let loose myself. I bounced and strained, I probed and plunged, and I let out a real gusher. With a climax that wracked my whole being, I pumped her full of more stuff than I'd thought I had in me. It must have built up as a tribute to her size. Damn, this was great sex!
Then we got up and sat at her kitchen table for a while, sipping some fine California wine. Rosie told me more about her artwork and her efforts to sell it. She specialized in paintings of big women, and I had to say she was on the right track.
But I kept losing track of what she was saying. That was because we were still naked, and she'd laid her huge white breasts on the table! Her big nipples were staring at me like round eyes. So it was only a matter of time before we headed back to bed for another round.
This time, Rosie got up on all fours, and I eagerly knelt behind her. Now I really got to explore her buns, which she raised and wiggled invitingly. Those alabaster globes were much like her breasts, only even bigger! All of her skin was flawless, even that of her bottom. And best of all, there was her pink, blonde-haired slit in the middle.
My newly hard rod was aching to reenter that wonderful opening, but first I wanted to examine it. So I reached into her cleft and opened her with my fingers. Behind her lush blonde bush, she had the most beautiful folds of tender pink flesh. They were wet with her juices and with some of my own. In my time, I'd learned that some female parts were just prettier than others, and hers was indeed a work of art.
Then, holding onto her wide bottom, I went back in. When she felt my hard cock again, her heavy body heaved with happiness. Her white flesh quivered, simply broadcasting sex into the air.
I got into an energetic rhythm, my tight thighs bouncing on the smooth, springy backs of hers. Her blonde head shook, and her mouth opened in a chorus of high-pitched squeals.
"Eee, Jack!" she went. "Eee. Eee. Eee!"
But, as I balled Rosie in that position, there was also the mind-blowing phenomenon of her immense breasts. They were hanging under her now, heavy but still well-shaped, her thick nipples pointing downward. I reached underneath and tried to lift them, but found that I'd have to use two hands to raise just one. Those breasts! Whether Rosie was prone, or leaning over a table, or on her hands and knees, they weren't out of control like some big women's, just burstingly full. But when I let them move in time with our action, they did put on a wonderful show.
Soon I got to enjoy them in yet another way. My partner signaled that she wanted to change positions, so I slid my tool out of her and lay back on the bed. She mounted me, which was a wildly arousing sight, given her thick thighs, full belly, and lushly-furred, spread snatch. Then she lowered herself onto my upstanding rod.
Her voluptuous body began moving up and down, her breasts bouncing weightily. She was totally in control of the fuck now, and the effect was overwhelming. She lifted her gigantic tits with her hands and licked them with her pink tongue, her eyes wantonly meeting mine.
"Oh. Oh, god!" I moaned, my cock feeling fantastic in her tight, hot cunt. "Oh, you're as much woman as any man could want. And as much as he could handle."
"Thanks," Rosie purred. She let her knockers down again in a sudden way that almost shook the room. "I try!"
Then, continuing to ride me, she leaned forward. Now her breasts lay on my chest, incredibly heavy, every inch and pound of them simply charged with sex. I was in tit heaven, indeed. And that wasn't to mention the feel of her thick blonde thatch on my belly, or of her back and rear as I ran my hands over her smooth, endless flesh. Big woman? Paradise!
At last, when I couldn't hold off much longer, I went to the position that would be the ultimate for me. After she came, squealing and shuddering, I made a mighty lunge upward. She bounced back on the bed, and I slid my cock out and got on top of her again.
But I didn't go back into her quim. Instead, straddling her chest, I slipped my switched-on member between her humongous, upright breasts.
Rosie got right into the spirit of things, holding her twin globes up to form a long, slick channel. She almost didn't have to, though, because they sagged very little. Otherwise, there was nothing little about them! I levered my hips strongly, humping her tits, lunging my rod up toward her smiling face.
The feeling I had, as my lubricated prick slid between her massive, milky white mammaries, was among the most magnificent of my life. Their firm, springy shape and the deep valley between them formed an amazing new snatch, not better than but fantastically different from her real one. I had balled breasts before, but not with a woman as busty as
Rosie. My member was incredibly sensitized, my whole body felt marvelous, and in my mind was an exaggerated wet dream come true. Men might dream about breasts like Rosie's, but how many have had their cock between them?
Then, almost before I wanted to, I came. Long jets of my hot, white stuff shot out from between her boobs and toward her open mouth. It nearly looked like her tits were generating the jism instead of my prick, since I was so completely enclosed! She caught some of it and gulped it down, then licked the rest off my tip. She was so free by now that she welcomed all of it.
For my part, I was soaring among the clouds. I thought of the expression "making it," and reflected that in an orgasm, that was what one did indeed. He or she reached a place far above, beyond, or beneath the everyday world. With that big woman, especially, I was enveloped in a deep, smooth, billowy, furry peace. Call me a poet again, but that was how it was!
"Aagh. Ahhhhh!" I bellowed, as I achieved total release. I'd also just lived the consummate tit man's dream.
So that was Rosie. But, as I dismounted and lay back beside her massive, happily sighing body, I thought of Cindy, too.
And that same night when I got home, damned if I didn't get a call from her!
"Hello, Jack," my dark-haired lover said, her velvety voice bringing everything about her back to me. "I tracked you down through the Army. I know we're supposed to let fate bring us together, but I felt like giving it a helping hand again."
She paused. "Actually, I was in a lover's arms when I thought of you. And you know how we always read each other's mind. I had the feeling you were having sex in a big way, as well."
I told her about Rosie's size, and we had to laugh. She couldn't have guessed in what a big way it had been! But I also said I'd been thinking of her.
"It's been too long without you," I said. "I hope fate hurries up."
She was silent then, during which time I pictured every inch of her small, slender form, including the tits and pussy that had brought me such joy. I tried to let our souls meet and to drink in her free spirit over the phone.
Her voice came to me again. "We'll meet again, Jack. The time will come."
And, as she rang off, I knew it would.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That night, I had two dreams. In the first one, Cindy's warm body was with me. Her hands were caressing my nakedness, and her mouth was kissing down my chest until it took in my responsive manhood. We went on to have sex, which felt as real as if it were actually happening. When I awoke, I wondered if it had been an out of body experience and we truly had been together. Her aura even seemed to remain in my bed.
The second dream, toward morning, was stranger. It not only reflected Rosie, but it presaged the next part of my life. Talk about fate; there was more to the world than we often dared to imagine!
In dream number two, I was a man of the streets, not working a regular job and free to walk, think, and dream indeed. I was standing on a city street corner, just taking in the passing scene. Then I let my feet go, letting them take me wherever they would.
I walked past a gas station, a boarded-up theater, a bookstore, and a cheap restaurant. Soon I entered some run-down residential blocks, where the sidewalks were dirty, the yards littered, and the paint peeling from the houses.
Suddenly my reverie was interrupted by a sign that read: FORTUNES TOLD. I was drawn to that house, and I knocked at the door.
A woman ushered me in. She was blonde and heavyset, with ample breasts and hips. Wearing a long, flowered dress, she had gold bracelets on her arms. Her living room smelled of incense, and was furnished with pillows, exotic pictures, and hanging plants and beads.
The woman sat me down opposite her. She took my hand, and her touch and her low voice began to hypnotize me. Her soul seemed to take me in and far away. I started to see vast, unknown realms in her, beyond her, and through her.
Then she released my hand, and began to lift the billowy front of her dress. Higher and higher it went, past her thick calves, swelling thighs, rounded belly, and heavy breasts. At first I was simply aroused, but then I realized she had even more in mind.
So I knelt at her feet, worshipping or seeking. She spread her legs and showed me her most intimate parts, a lush carpet of yellow fuzz surrounding intricate folds of tender, almost pulsating redness. Her nether lips were like a hothouse orchid, but one whose petals were made of female flesh.
My eyes, my hands, and then my mouth were drawn to explore more deeply. And it was then that my dream went wild! Suddenly I was inside her, moving along a warm, red, well-lighted and endless tunnel, feeling not trapped but fulfilled and secure. It was like a legend I'd read about, in which the veil of the world was ripped to reveal what was profound and eternal beyond. Or it was like falling through a hole in the earth into a vast cavern lit by a mysterious red sunset and containing the ancient sea in which all life had begun.
And it was like an acceleration in deep space, to and through some black hole. I knew I was somehow viewing the universe and learning its secret through, and within, this woman who held it all. And what I saw and felt was wonderful beyond description or even thought.
I had truly reached that sublime place I'd sensed with Rosie. It had been left to the earthly body of the dream woman to take me all the way there, all the way home.
That was how it was with me, I decided when I awoke again. Women, and the basic thing that was sex, were the path to the deeper, spiritual things. And, to bring it rightly down to earth, I loved every blessed step I took!
In any event, it was soon 1982, and I was out of the service. I settled in the Bay Area of California, worked odd jobs, and lived like a free man indeed. I had a single room, and owned little but some clothes, some books, and a little red sports car. Knowing Cindy had inspired me to have a varied life; I could never settle down unless it was with my dark-haired lover.
In short, while I practiced safe sex in keeping with the times, I kept on finding all the women I could!
I still saw Rosie, until she married a guy as big as she was! Then, if I hadn't had enough exotic sex already, I met Darlene.
She was a tall woman of twenty-five, and had long brown hair. Her body wasn't that striking in any one department, but her high breasts, lean torso, slim hips, and long legs created a very slinky, sexy impression. And her cool good looks, her thick brows, sleepy eyes, sensuous mouth, and low, sultry voice would have helped to make any man spring to attention.
But Darlene didn't go around in conservative clothes, as one might have expected from her classy-looking type. Nor was she quiet. Instead, she was a biker girl! And that led to experiences I wouldn't soon forget.
I first saw her when she pulled up next to my car at a red light. Wearing shades and sitting proudly astride her idling machine, she gave me a sidelong glance and revved up her engine. Looking closer, I saw that she had on black leather: boots, a short skirt, and a half-open jacket, all of them adorned with chrome studs. A motorcycle cap was pulled low on her forehead, and her face wore a surly, tough expression. I knew I had to see even more of her than I already was.
She wanted to race, and she had my motor racing! When the' light changed, she easily beat me out of the gate. But instead of roaring away, she slowed down so that I could follow. That biker chick was leading me on, and I was ready to go all the way.
We stopped at a little park next to the bay. After the introductions, we decided to get it on. Even in the park, we were able to do a little preliminary groping behind a bush. We kissed, and she got her tongue into it right away. I slid my hand under her leather jacket and her thin bra to cup one of her small, firm tits. Her nipple hardened, and I pinched it between my fingers. While she didn't have much up above, her nipple was even more exciting to me; it was like that with such women. She liked the tiny bit of hurt it gave her, too.
Then, to my delight, she grabbed my crotch. She gave that a hard squeeze, as well.
"Mmmmm," Darlene purred in her low voice. "I wouldn't mind having this at all."
"It's yours," I replied, as my cock grew even bigger in her palm. Boldly, I reached up under her short skirt to feel her snatch in her moist panties. "I'd like to put it right in here."
So we drove on to her place, where she proceeded to blow my mind and a whole lot more! Her walls were papered with biker and punk rock things; I recalled the exotic pictures I'd seen in my dream. And there was weird lighting, not to mention a rumpled king size mattress that told me she did a lot of playing around.
"Strip down," the lanky biker told me. She was going to be in command, and I loved it. "Lie back on the bed."
I did as she said, and she looked approvingly at my upright, throbbing rod. Then, being nothing if not frank, she rolled a shiny black rubber onto me.
Lying down with her face next to my crotch, she took me right into her mouth. Her sensuous lips felt wonderful on my sensitive length, and she worked my base with her fingers for good measure. Her long brown hair tickled my gut and my swollen balls as she moved on me. Her sleepy eyes gave me a wanton, almost dirty look.
It was wild to be getting head from her, especially clad as she was in black leather. But it got even wilder when she stopped short of sucking me to a finish, and stripped down for action herself.
Her gear had chrome studs on it, but they were nothing compared to what came next. Darlene shed most everything, giving me a good look at her tall, trim nudity, her smooth skin, hard nipples, and soft brown muff. But then she went to a bureau drawer, got some other things, and put them on instead. Suddenly she was decked out in her motorcycle cap, her boots, plus steel arm gauntlets and a heavy chain around her waist!
And there were her tattoos. I counted half a dozen of them, all the permanent kind; no halfway measures for this tough babe. Not only a butterfly on her butt, but also a snake around her navel, an occult symbol on her right breast, and more.
A woman like her was going to bang me rather than the other way around. And she certainly did. Rejoining me on the mattress and throwing one long leg over my middle, she got in the saddle.
"My twat gets all turned on when I ride my bike," she informed me. "The motor and the road shock are better than any vibrator. That's why I had to pick you up there at the red light. I needed to ride a real cock, real bad."
Then she lowered her spread snatch onto my upstanding rod. Inside, she was hot, wet, tight, and endlessly exciting.
"And I love to rev my engine," Darlene concluded. She leaned forward and seized my arms, pinning them back like handlebars. "My sex engine, too. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom!"
Letting her do it all, I abandoned myself to that hot and very kinky coupling. Her cunt worked my tool expertly as she moved back and forth, levered her slinky hips, and let me feel her tight pussy from all angles. She met my eyes with a look of total eroticism, as if to say that there were no holds barred. Her long brown hair tented over my face.
And, of course, there was her kinky gear; her motorcycle cap, boots, gauntlets and chains, as if I needed any more inspiration!
Faster, then more slowly, she rode me, taking me teasingly up to the edge of an orgasm, then letting me down again. In the process, she came herself, her cunt tightening even more on my rampant rod.
"Oh, yeah, Jack!" she shouted savagely. "I knew I made a good choice. Oh, yeah!"
I let her use my cock, or crankshaft as she might have called it, all she wanted. Indeed, mechanical images were in my mind. I was a piston and she was a cylinder, as it basically was with men and women. But this time the cylinder was moving instead.
I also thought of road warriors and amazons. My new lover was all those things, and more!
At last she let me come, too. And when she brought me off, it was with a sucking sensation that had to be felt to be believed. Working almost like a mouth, that snatch of hers milked my member strongly. There was a picture of a vampire on her wall, and it added yet another image.
"Aagh. Aagh. Ahhh!" I went as I filled the shiny black rubber she'd given me. A wildness seized my whole body, and I seemed to pump my hot jets from deep inside. I kept shooting and shooting, until she really had me drained.
Darlene raised up off me. "That was a good one," she purred. "You're enough man for me."
"Thanks," I replied, echoing someone else's words. "I try."
"But if you think you're done," she concluded, "you've got another think coming. Because I come as much as I possibly can!"
Then she turned around and lowered her dripping cleft to my mouth. Not minding that she was going to get some more while I wasn't, I began to lick her pink pubes avidly. Her juices were among the best I'd ever tasted. I diddled her clit, too, thinking to bring her off.
But that wasn't what she had in mind. "No, eat my butt," she instructed me over her shoulder. "Eat my ass!"
Nothing about her surprised me anymore, so I obeyed. After all, it was as clean and natural as the rest of her. I even got my tongue a little way inside.
My work paid off. It drove her crazy. She knew very well what most turned her on.
"Oh. Ohhh!" she moaned throatily, jamming her lean hips back at me. "Oh, that's so good. Ohhh!"
After a minute or so of that treatment, she came again. And given the way she let herself go in it, watching her was nearly as good as coming myself. Damn, she was a live and kinky bitch; I just had to use the word.
"Oh. Oh, god!" Darlene screamed, her quim putting out hot, slick juice onto my chin. "Oh, god. Ahhhhh!" Then she got off me and lay back on the bed.
She stripped off her kinky gear, too. At last it appeared that she was going to let me ball her. After all we'd done, I hadn't even been inside her. She lay there, panting from her sexy exertions, her brown hair fanned out, her arms over her head and her long legs spread. She looked like a 1940s movie star, the one with the similar slinky body and sultry voice, and for a moment I began to romanticize her. But that was before I again noticed her tattoos!
And it was before she spoke. Because, while her whole beautiful, wide-open position said "Do it," her words were a lot tougher than that!
"You know, Jack, I could throw you on the floor if you tried to put it in me," Darlene said, her lower lip curling. "I've got a black belt."
Somehow I knew that she didn't mean a piece of motorcycle gear. "I'm sure you could," I replied.
"Well, maybe I'll let you put it in me anyway," she went on, running a strand of her long hair between her teeth.
"I'd like that," I answered, playing her devilish game. Being with Darlene was turning out to be an electrifying experience!
"But you'll have to beg me," she concluded. "Say please!"
Now I looked back over my whole, more mutually accommodating sexual life, wondering how it had come to this. But my cock was aching for release, and I wasn't about to be proud.
"Okay, please," I muttered. "Please."
"Louder," Darlene responded, driving me half mad.
"Please."
"Louder!"
"Please!"
"Well, okay," she finally said, giving me an impossibly tough, Impossibly lascivious look. "But remember, I can put you up against the wall any time I want!"
I was over and into that biker woman in a minute, driving my member deep because of the waiting and the hard tease, just as she'd surely wanted me to do. And this time it was over in a minute, just as she'd surely wanted, too. I had never humped so fast and furiously, with so little consideration for my partner's prolonged pleasure or even for my own. And in this case, wouldn't you know it, it didn't even matter.
"Oh, damn. Ahhhhh!" I groaned, coming once more, with a force that made my fingers clench and my toes curl. My jets were intensely hot in the tube of my wildly pumping prick.
"Oh yeah, Jack. Yeah!" Darlene said, her whole lean body going rigid. Damned if she didn't come again, too. This was one high-gear gal!
After that, Darlene and I lay back, panting and sweaty. But the satisfaction wasn't complete, though, because I found my fingers idly tracing the snake tattoo around her navel.
"Who are you, anyhow?" I asked her.
She gave me a mocking smile. "I'm me," she replied, amazing me further by giving my limp cock a rude squeeze. "But I know what you mean. So let me tell you how I got the way I am.
"My first time was when I was nineteen and still stuck at home. Picture me in shiny black shorts and a matching halter top, and you'll know how kinky I was already. I even had tattoos, though they were the fake kind then.
"Anyhow, I just woke up one hot summer morning and decided it was time to lose my cherry. And I determined to do it that very day, with the first man I met!
"As luck would have it, it was the parcel man. I know that sounds like a cliche, but truth is stranger than fiction. I was alone and the guy was young and good-looking, so the circumstances were right. He'd just lugged some boxes up to the porch, and he looked muscular and sweaty in his uniform.
"I invited him in for a glass of iced tea. As he followed me to the kitchen, I let him get a whiff of my perfume and a good look at my swinging butt. I sat him down, gave him his drink and then stood over him, my young, pointy tits just inches from his face.
"'You know, I'm still a virgin,' I told him. 'And I wouldn't mind losing it with you.'
"The expression on his face was one I'll always remember. He knew he had a wild one on his hands, as all my men later would. But, to his credit, he rose to the occasion.
'"Do you really want it, babe?' he asked. 'Are you sure you aren't suffering from the heat?'
"'Yes,' I purred, reaching out and running my fingers through his hair.
'"Do you?' he asked again. 'It's your last chance to say no.'
"'Yes!' I exclaimed.
'"Well, then, I'll give it to you,' he said. 'I'll give it to you good!'
"And a moment later, I was on my way.
"The guy had me sit on his lap with my back to him. He reached around, popped my nubile breasts right out of my halter top, and teased my nipples erect with his fingers. He pushed my long hair aside and kissed my neck, even giving it little bites that made me shudder happily. I wiggled my butt on his hard cock, the first one I'd felt. My twat was creaming madly in my shorts.
"Then he pulled my shorts and panties down off my buns, giving them a thrilling squeeze. He had me raise up as he unzipped his uniform pants, reached for his wallet, and rolled a condom onto his upstanding rod. I couldn't see what he was doing behind my back, but that only added to the thrill. I did feel the tip of his cock on my sensitive vulva.
'"Are you ready?' my first man asked, taking hold of my waist. 'Are you ready for the big step?'
"'Yes,' I panted. 'Oh, yes!'
'"Then you do it,' he said. 'That way there will be no mistake.'
"And I did! I let myself down onto him, and suddenly his cock was in me! I felt my cherry bust, but it didn't hurt much. Soon I was moving up and down, fucking as though I'd done it many times before.
"'Ohhh!' I moaned, arching my back and looking up at the kitchen ceiling. 'Oh gosh, this is great. I want to do this all the time!'
'"I'm glad you like it, babe,' my lover panted in return. 'Damn, you feel fantastic. You're so tight inside it's like sticking it in a hose!'
"But if it felt good to him, it felt absolutely wonderful to me. Of course I'd fingered myself before, but it was amazing to have something so big that far up me. My snatch suctioned madly on his rod; I could even hear the liquid sound it made. As my joy button rubbed on his underside, I was lifted halfway to the sky.
"Then I rode one of my pleasure surges all the way, and I was there. I felt an incredible sensation, like nothing I'd experienced when I'd done it myself. My breasts and my legs ached as I felt my whole, nineteen-year-old self rush out to my lover along with my cum. If that was sex, then my first time had set me up for life.
"'Ohhh!' I went again, humping wildly on his lap until I was done. 'Ohhhhh!'
"Now I felt the guy's meat get even bigger and harder in me as he got ready to come, too. But, at the last minute, I lifted myself off him.
'"Wait. I want to see!' I told him, with my youthful curiosity. 'I've never seen one spurt before.'
"'Okay,' he laughed, helping me turn around. He pulled off his rubber. 'But you caught me just in time!'
"And I had. Suddenly his maypole began jerking and pumping, after which it became the nozzle of a stunning fountain of white. I could scarcely belive that my virgin quim had made him shoot like that, but I loved every wild minute of it.
'"Oh yeah!' he panted, putting out jet after vertical jet. 'Yeah, babe. Yeah!'
"I swiped at his stuff with my hands, my eyes hypnotized by it. I caught some and rubbed it between my palms. I stuck out my tongue and tasted it, and it was delicious. I went absolutely crazy over his cum.
"Finally he was done shooting. And, just as quickly, my first time was over. Sighing happily, my lover zipped himself back into his uniform. I pulled my halter top, shorts and panties back up, then I saw him to the door.
"He didn't know what to say. 'Thanks for the iced tea!' he finally grinned.
"I pressed my tall, slinky body against him. 'And thanks for your cock,' I replied boldly. 'Thanks for your great big cock!'"
Darlene had finished her story, and I loved the way she was opening up to me. She was kinky, but she was human, too. So I decided to get her to tell me more.
"If that was your first time, what was your second?" I asked the lanky brunette. "And when?"
I should have known better. She shifted her naked body on the bed and gave me a perfectly wanton smile.
"It was the very same day," she replied. "But with another guy!"
I couldn't believe it. "You're kidding," I said. "Even you couldn't have been that fast."
But she gave my cock another squeeze. "Take a good look at me, Jack," she responded. "And you'll know I'm not kidding at all!
"Anyhow," Darlene continued candidly, "my young cunt was aching happily from that first fuck, and itching for more. I even walked around the house holding my crotch, trying to decide whether to get myself off. But having felt a big, hard prick inside me, I wanted more of that instead. And everything was taken care of by a knock at the door.
"It was an older man, a friend of the family. As luck would have it, I'd always had a thing for his mature good looks and his tall, athletic body. And he'd had trouble keeping his eyes off me. In fact, in the jogging suit he was wearing, I could see his equipment even then.
'"Hi, Darlene,' he greeted me, taking an ill-concealed glance at my slim young body in my shorts and top. 'Folks not home?'
"'No,' I replied. Then I couldn't resist. 'But come on in anyway. Let me give you a nice drink of iced tea!'
"I led him to the kitchen and sat him down in the same chair as the parcel man. After he'd finished his drink, I suddenly plopped down on his lap, too.
'"What are you doing, young lady?' he asked, trying to keep up appearances.
'"You know very well,' I replied. 'And you know you like it. I can feel your hard cock right now!'
"After that, he was hooked. He didn't protest when I reached behind, pulled down my shorts, and flashed my firm young butt at him. Instead, he stroked it lovingly. Then I turned around, pulled my top up and showed him my pointy tits. His eyes widened as he cupped them in his hands and teased my nipples erect with his fingers.
'"I can't say I haven't dreamed of this, Darlene,' he sighed.
'"Me either,' I replied. 'So let's forget about who we are and just do it!'
"I reached in his jogging pants and freed his rock-hard cock. It stood up long and thick and throbbing. He didn't have a condom like the parcel man, but I knew he was safe and I didn't plan to let him come inside me.
"Then, still straddling his lap and facing him, I lowered my hot, nineteen-year-old slit onto his experienced rod. I was already sopping wet, and I took him in inch by liquid inch. He looked down and watched, his eyes showing his growing excitement.
"'Oh!' he gasped when he felt my hot tightness on him. As I grabbed his shoulders and began to move up and down, he held my narrow waist with one hand and massaged my breasts with the other.
"I humped him long and hard, using my juicy young body to the maximum. It was great to be a strong, sexy girl, sharing the ultimate with that older man. And it was even greater to know that I'd done it on that same chair with someone else just hours before!
"like I said, I was already pretty kinky. And I was getting to be quite an expert at lap humping, even though it was only my second time, period. I sighed and moaned, thrashing my head around and taking a real ride. His thick, hot prick was way up in me, sliding on my tingling clit and sending thrills along my spine. I was putting out slick juice everywhere.
"Then I came. 'Ohhh!' I went, squirming around like crazy. 'Ohhh!' It was even better than my first orgasm with a man, now that I was getting into it.
"But my partner hadn't come yet. He was holding off, the old rascal! So, being ever curious, I decided to extend the session and try something new.
"I eased my cunt off his rod and sank to the floor between his knees, letting my tits massage his cockhead along the way. Then, smiling up at him, I took off his rubber, stuck out my pink tongue, and began to lick the length of his shaft.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Darlene?' he asked, reaching down to stroke my long brown hair. T mean, it's quite a step from my being only a family friend to your sucking my cock.'
'"No, I'm not sure,' I giggled impulsively. 'But I seem to be doing it anyway!'
"I went on to instantly teach myself how to give head. I made my tongue hard then soft, running it around his cocktip and even penetrating the little slit. I let his shaft lie up on my face and took his balls in my mouth and sucked on them. I even got beneath them, nearly back to his butt, and I licked there, too. His prick was delicious, and I even tasted some of my own honey on it. I did what I thought would turn him on, and judging by the sighs coming from above me, I succeeded.
"The whole new thing aroused me wildly, as well. My hand went to my aching tits, then to my creaming pubes. Finally, figuring the hell with it, I stuck two fingers up myself and played along.
"Just when I came again, writhing and shuddering, my older friend did, too. I had his cock deep in my mouth at the time, and I felt it start pumping. He wasn't holding my head, so I could have let his tool out if I'd wanted to. But I was so obsessed by sex that I didn't.
'"Oh. Oh, this is wonderful!' he exclaimed. His whole body tensed, and I hoped I wasn't too much for him. But he shot gob after hot, thick gob toward my throat.
'"Mmmmm. Mmmmm!' I responded, as I took all he had and gulped it down. He came for a long, sweet time, but finally I sucked out the last few drops.
'"My god,' he panted, when I took my mouth off and smiled up at him, licking my lips. 'You're a regular little vacuum cleaner, Darlene. But I hope you won't tell your folks what happened.'
'"No, I won't,' I replied. He didn't know the half of it-that he hadn't been my first man that day.
"Then I had a devilish thought. Already, I was playing hard, and was giving as good as I got.
'"I won't tell,' I concluded, 'as long as you'll treat me right. And as long as you'll come back and play with me again!'
"That was only the start of a torrid affair. While I also moved on to younger lovers, my older friend was always at my beck and call. And when I left home on my twentieth birthday, he gave me my motorcycle and ten thousand dollars in cash!"
"Well, I asked for it," I said, when Darlene had finished her tale. "I can't say I didn't!" My, it was something else to be lying there with that tall young beauty, who was even freer than I was. And I didn't feel threatened, just fascinated.
"But there's more, Jack," she replied, lolling nakedly, her tattoos maddeningly changing shape. "Tonight's not the night, though. If what you've heard so far has turned you on, you can fuck me again, and then we'll save the rest for another time."
I was turned on. I did fuck her. And she did tell me more!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Darlene, part two. Some of it was her sexual history, and some of it happened right then!
"So I took up with a motorcycle gang," my lanky, kinky lover began again. It was a couple of days later, and we were back at her place. She'd just taken me for a fast ride on her machine, and I was still exhilarated.
But that wasn't the only thing that had me excited. She'd taken off her jacket, bra, and skirt, and was sprawled in a chair in only her cap, some black thong panties, and her boots. Looking like that, she had my attention for hours.
"I took up with the gang," Darlene said. "But I couldn't decide which one of the guys would be my steady lover, my 'old man.' However, there was a biker chick I was friends with, a good-looking redhead with a fine, freckled body. I decided to ask her.
'"The way I did it,' my friend, whose name was Melissa, told me, 'was to try out all the single guys in bed.'
'"But wouldn't they get jealous?' I asked. 'Or wouldn't the first one say that I was his?'
"Melissa smiled. 'Not if you balled them all at one time. That's what I did.'
"I couldn't believe my ears. 'What?' I exclaimed. 'I know I'm a nympho, but there are four of them. And I only have one snatch, one mouth, and one butt!'
"My girlfriend laughed. 'No, silly! They put on rubbers and take turns.'
"'Oh,' I replied. A gang bang.'
"T wouldn't exactly call it that,' Melissa said. 'Though we are in a gang, and we do bang!'
'"Oh, all right,' I nodded. 'Go ahead and set it up. But I want you there with me.'
"So the next night we two gals and the four single guys got together at the clubhouse. The guys waited outside while Melissa and I got ready. There was a rumpled couch in the corner of the the rundown building, and I stripped naked and lay back on it. I played with my tits for a while, and I opened my snatch and made it wet with my fingers.
'"Okay, I'm game,' I finally called. 'If we're gonna do it, let's do it. First guy, come on in!'
"The door opened, and a big, burly dark-haired guy with a beard entered. He was wearing a leather jacket, a T-shirt, jeans and boots like they all did. But his pants were halfway down and his cock was already out, hard and pointing. With a grin, he got over me and put it right to me. When he heard me say 'Come in,' he must have taken it literally!
"As I lifted my legs to make it easier, he thrust fast and hard. Before I could come, he did, filling his rubber with sperm. Then he pulled out, grunted his thanks, hitched up his pants and left the clubhouse.
'"That wasn't too bad, huh?' redheaded Melissa asked. She'd been sitting on the couch next to me, playing with my long brown hair. I noticed that she was also rubbing between her legs.
"'Nope,' I replied. 'Though with the next guy, I'm also going to get mine.'
"Then the guy in question, a tall, skinny blond, walked in without being asked. like the first one, he was already unzipped and hard. But where his buddy had just had a big, thick thing, his cock was long and slightly curved. I was going to get an education in male equipment that night!
"He got on me and in me, and it was a lot slower and better this time. As his tool probed deeply into my juicing snatch, waves of pleasure began to spread down my long legs and up my spine. I really got into it now, bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. Soon I was panting, sweating, and building to an orgasm.
"Just when he stiffened and started to spurt, I also went over the top. Squealing and squirming with ecstasy, I reached down and fingered my clit to heighten my sensation. My girlfriend even squeezed my boobs to help me along. At last I went limp with satisfaction, and my second lover left.
'"You're really going now,' Melissa laughed, using some tissues to wipe down my sweating body.
"'Uh-huh,' I panted. 'And I'm really coming! But I'm feeling kind of empty again. So send in number three!'
"That guy, a sexy Latin type, gave me a change of pace. He had me turn over and get up on all fours, after which he plunged his tool into my slit from behind. But more than that, he thrust incredibly fast, holding onto my trim waist and turning us into a one-cylinder sex machine. I got wetter and wetter and was lifted so high I could barely stand it. Even though I'd just come, I was ready again.
'"Oh god,' I gasped, "do it faster, please. Yeah. That's it. Ahhh!"
"A marvelous orgasm wracked my tall body, and I collapsed off my hands and knees. My partner came, too, filling his rubber. He stroked my silky back and massaged my firm round buns as I lay there moaning softly. Melissa stroked me as well, using one hand on her own rounded breasts.
'"Why don't you take the last guy?' I asked her, after the third one had thanked me and withdrawn. 'You've got yourself all hot and bothered.'
'"No, tonight is your night,' she replied.
'"But I don't know if I can,' I said. 'My snatch is all fucked out.'
"She smiled. 'like you said, Darlene, you do have a mouth!'
"So, when the fourth guy, a big blonde hunk, came in, I had him sit down on the couch. I wouldn't get to compare his cock in my quim to the others, but there were limits. I lowered my head to his lap and took his thick, hard meat in inch by inch. Then I began a combination of moving my mouth on it, using my tongue, and sucking.
"'Oh. Oh, yeah,' he gasped. 'Damn, how you can blow!'
"And I did blow him, all the way to the finish line. When he came, I was sorry he had a rubber on. His stuff really would have thrilled me by filling my mouth, trickling down my throat, and spilling out between my lips. Still, it had been a fucking night to remember!"
Darlene had finished her most recent tale. "Have you got any more little gems to share with me?" I asked, as she sat there topless in her motorcycle cap and boots.
But I already knew the answer. "Scads of them, Jack," she laughed wantonly. "Those only scratched the surface. I've got enough stories to curl your toes and make you pant forever. Enough to give your cock a permanent hard-on!"
"I might have known," I nodded. "Darlene, you're an amazing woman. But you never did say which of the guys you chose."
She gave me a raunchy smile. "I never did choose," she said. "I kept on fucking all four of them!"
"Of course," I replied. "Silly me."
Then I had a thought. "I hope you're not still with that gang," I said. "I hope those four guys won't come through the door and beat me up for laying you."
"No, Jack," she answered. "I left them long ago. Though I've found that my air of danger, not to mention my frankness, does turn men on."
"Indeed," I noted.
"But I am still in touch, and I do mean in touch, with one of the gang," she concluded, getting up from her chair and donning her jacket and skirt again. "And you're about to see which one!"
In that way began one of the most memorable erotic evenings of my life.
We went out for a bite to eat, after which Darlene took me to a club in downtown San Francisco. I had asked how she made ends meet, but she'd been evasive. Now I was about to find out how she made ends and other things meet for real.
She got me a seat in the place, and then she excused herself. When I got used to the dim light, I saw that everyone was staring expectantly at a tub of fake mud in the center of the room. My cock rose instantly in my pants. My new, kinky lover paid her bills by mud wrestling!
Then another young woman passed through the club on her way to the dressing-or undressing-room. She was wearing slacks and a linen shirt, but she was the type whose body, if you looked closer, was incredible under her conservative clothes. And she was a redhead. I recognized Melissa!
Almost before I got a chance to absorb things, Darlene and Melissa walked out and right into the tub of mud. They were wearing black string bikinis, my lover's tall, lean body contrasting nicely with her friend's shorter, more voluptuous form. After waving to the crowd, to me in particular, they sparred around a little, with only their bare feet splashing in the brown stuff. But then they grabbed hold of each other's shoulders and fell down, and the fun really started!
Their bodies, their bikinis, then even their faces and hair became splashed, then coated with mud. And, as they rolled over and over, their bikinis slipped out of position. Now I could see not only Darlene's familiar breasts, but also Melissa's heavier, fuller ones. Their bare buttocks, too, were slick and shimmering. Muddy pubic hair and even labia were also visible.
To cap off their wanton act, the two of them pretended to get really serious. They squealed, pulled hair, and squeezed tits until they had the audience believing and wildly aroused. Then Darlene, who'd been slated to win the "fight," got Melissa down, straddled her as though she were humping her, and shoved her into the ooze. Finally my naked and slimy lover got up, stood in her corner, spread her legs, raised her arms, and bellowed in triumph like a primitive amazon!
The two women left the room and hit the showers, leaving me half in shock. The more my sexual odyssey, my "search for Cindy," went on, the more bizarre it got. My lover Marge had been a topless dancer, but now this! I recovered, though, and all three of us went back to Darlene's place.
"I don't think I'm going to ask any more about you," I told my lover as we sat around drinking wine. "You'll just keep blowing my mind. In fact, I'm in awe of you, and I feel privileged, or something, to know you. It's like being a member of an exclusive, one-woman sex club."
The slinky brunette laughed haughtily, and her redheaded friend smiled too. "Well, welcome to the club, Jack," Darlene said. "But if the dues are a little steep with me, how about checking out a fellow member? I have, after all."
Now I recalled Cindy and Sharon, all the way back in Boston. Of course Darlene would be bi, given everything else she was. And she and Melissa would have made it, given the way she'd described her in the motorcycle gang and the way they'd wrestled together.
But tonight seemed destined to be hetero, at least at the outset. So, while Darlene stayed to watch, I made my move on Melissa.
The voluptuous redhead made it easier by coming over and sitting on my lap. She was wearing her slacks and linen shirt again, and I went to work on them. Although she'd been the active one in her friend's story, she was passive now. After the tall Amazon, that was a bit of a relief!
I unbuttoned Melissa's shirt and lifted her breasts out of her plain white bra. They were round and full, with pink nipples and areolae that grew hard and puckered under my touch. They were smooth and white, too, compared to her pleasingly freckled chest. Redheads were a nice experience.
"Mmmmm!" my newest lover purred, half-closing her green eyes and writhing sexily. A reddish lock of hair fell down over her forehead, and she looked very sweet. She was acting the opposite of butch tonight.
I went on to take off her shirt and bra, leaving her excitingly topless. Then I had her stand up in front of me. I unzipped her slacks and worked them down off her hourglass waist and past her voluptuous hips and thighs. She was wearing conservative white panties, and I started to strip those off, too. Of course, I'd seen all of her in the mud, but one of the beauties of sex was that you could begin all over again.
Before I got her naked, though, I had her turn around with her silky back to me. There was a good reason. I pulled her panties down past her round, snowy rear, caressing her smooth, warm globes. But then, dramatically, I had her turn and face me again.
That had been the reason. I was now met by her spectacular blaze of red fur! I'd read that there were only three true redheads per one hundred women, so this was a real rarity. Grasping her buns, I pulled her to me and buried my face in her soft, sweet-smelling crimson pelt. Damn, redheads were great.
"You seem to like my beaver," Melissa purred, rotating her hips and rubbing it on me.
"Mmmmm, yes," I replied, as I took some strands of her hair between my teeth.
"Well, you'll like my cunt even more," she went on. "Why don't you lick my slit?"
I moved my mouth lower and did just that. As she stroked my head and shuddered happily, I diddled her clit with my tongue and then darted it into her love hole. When I did, I had another pleasant surprise. She'd apparently used a flavored douche. She tasted like strawberries!
I kept eating her out, getting more and more carried away. I could have kept my face buried in her humid snatch forever. She did a lot of moving around, and she may have come softly. But I didn't notice. I was in some kind of twat heaven!
Eventually, though, my hard cock began throbbing urgently, and I knew I had to fuck her. So I tore my mouth away, stood up, and stripped down. Her green eyes widened with pleasure when she saw my rampant manhood, and she took it in her hand. Then she rubbed its tip in her soft, red pussy patch. I had to admit that felt even better than eating her.
There in Darlene's Bay Area apartment, with its weird lighting and its biker and punk posters, Melissa led me to the bed. It was going to be a wholesome kind of coupling, and that almost seemed kinky in reverse! She lay back, her hard-nippled breasts standing up proudly, and spread her arms and legs in welcome. As Darlene herself nodded encouragement, I got over the dreamy-eyed redhead and slid my rod all the way up inside her hot, slick twat.
She balled like a dream! She didn't move very much now, but every motion she made seemed to communicate every sexy inch of her. As I thrust slowly, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and moaned softly. Her red hair was fanned out on the pillow, and her breasts jogged up and down in a pleasing rhythm. Her pussy was tight enough, but even more it was warm and receptive. And there was the sensation of her lush bush meeting me below.
"Oh, Jack," Melissa sighed. "Fuck me now. Oh, yes. Ohhh!"
"I'll fuck you," I responded, using my whole throbbing length in her. "I'm fucking you. Yeah!"
Again, I thought she came, but I wasn't sure. I came, though! It turned out to be one of those long, tender orgasms that made up in feeling what it lacked in sudden excitement. I was using a condom, and I took a long time to fill it with my unhurried spurts. My heart seemed to go out to the dreamy redhead along with my seed.
Then I pulled out and took the rubber off. But while I'd thought I was done, I kept on shooting. And some of it fell on my lover's blazing red beaver.
"Oh. Sorry," I said.
But she smiled. "That's okay." And she reached down and rubbed it into her fur.
So that was my softer time with Melissa. Now, however, kinkiness returned to our pleasure-seeking group. Darlene, while she watched us making it, had stripped her slinky body naked. And she had a little request to make.
"I've just been thinking that I need a shave," she said, spreading her long legs where she sat in a chair.
For a moment I didn't understand what she meant. When I did, though, my cock instantly re-hardened.
"Shave my snatch," the wanton beauty went on. "Both of you come and do it. Now."
Melissa got up and went to the bathroom for a safety razor and some cream. She'd probably been through the scene before. But I balked, saying that I had to be going. Somehow it was just too much, even for me.
. The tall libertine called me back, however. "If you don't help, Jack," she said, "then I'll shave Melissa, too."
"Oh, no," I replied, knowing that she had me. I didn't want to see that beautiful red beaver go!
So Melissa and I sat on the floor on either side of Darlene, soaped her up, and took turns shaving her snatch completely bare. The white lather came away with her brown fur until she was slick and clean. I'd never seen-much less done-anything like it in person, and I probably never would again.
Then our kinky friend looked wantonly down at us and mentioned what she'd probably had in mind all along.
We did. First Melissa's tongue went to her slit, licking along it and flicking her joy button. Then mine did the same, and then Melissa's again. We stroked her long, silky thighs while we ate her well. It was amazing to be giving head to a woman along with another one.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah," Darlene sighed, reaching down to stroke whatever head was in her crotch. Her flat tummy tensed, and she threw back her own head in delight. "That's it. Do me, babes. Yeah!"
We kept mouthing her newly-shaven pubes until she came. At that point I happened to be between her straining thighs, and she tightened them on me. My tongue was in her love hole, too, and a flood of her honey rushed onto it.
"Oh. Oh god!" the lanky lovely shouted. "Oh, yes. Yes!"
Finally she let my head go, and I lay back on the carpet. Needless to say, my manhood was hard as a rock and pointing toward the ceiling. Darlene and Melissa had apparently had enough for the night, but after what had just happened, apparently I hadn't!
They came and sat cross-legged on either side of me, two naked woman idly eying a man's rampant cock.
"Poor guy," Melissa sighed.
"Yeah," Darlene agreed. "No one to fuck him."
"Well, I guess he'll just have to do it himself," the voluptuous redhead offered.
"Yes, Jack," her tall friend concluded. "Do it yourself!"
I wasn't sure I wanted to play their little game, but I was horny as hell, so I did. As the two young women watched, first with detachment, then with growing interest, then with wide eyes and panting mouths, I jacked off for them! Faster and faster I pumped myself, my legs and my gut tensing, giving them a show even wilder than their mud wrestling. I stroked my dick until it became the nozzle of a fountain, or the launch site of fireworks shooting high into the air. And when I exploded with my high white jets, the women exploded with glee, swiping at them with their wanton hands.
Kinky. Oh, so kinky! For the next few months, Darlene, Melissa and I stayed and played together, pushing the limits of pleasure, getting into ever more amazing things. Of course they were bi, too, and many were the times I watched them get into it with each other and then added my cock to the festivities.
We went all around San Francisco as a threesome, enjoying the food at Fisherman's Wharf, climbing the hills for spectacular views of the bay and the Golden Gate Bridge, and hanging around the funkier sections of town. We all took to wearing biker gear, and I might be found walking between the two women, my hands on their bare waists, their sexy bodies scarcely covered by short leather skirts and half-open, studded vests. Or Darlene might be between Melissa and me, her hands on our waists in turn. Anyone seeing us would have had their mind boggled by the sexual combinations in which the three of us obviously indulged!
But all good things had to come to an end. To put it mildly, Darlene wasn't the kind to settle down, and her female friend was the kind to follow her. So they set off to New York one fine day, wanting to check out the scene there.
Since they were going to make the cross-country run on Darlene's motorcycle, our good-bye was just as wild as our affair had been. How many men could say that they'd stood on a street corner, kissing not one, but two young women in black leather caps, jackets, skirts, and boots? And how many could note that the women weren't even wearing bras and panties?
"See you, Jack," Melissa said with a grin. Her jacket was unzipped to show quite a bit of her fine tits, and her red hair stuck out below her cap.
"Yeah, Jack!" Darlene added in her low, sultry voice, giving me one last look at her wanton eyes before she pulled up her goggles. I surveyed her slinky body, her long brown hair and her bare thighs spread on either side of her machine.
"Keep it up!" she laughed, and I knew very well what she meant. "Keep on trucking. And keep on fucking!" After that, wouldn't you know it, she grabbed my crotch!
Then, with a roar, Darlene driving and Melissa holding on behind her, they were gone. The last I saw of them was the latter's butt bouncing on the scat, a reminder of all the below-the-waist hijinks they'd shared with me.
I only wished it could have been her lush red blaze of pubic hair flashing me goodbye!
And then I thought of Cindy.
Cindy. It had been too long, once more. Whenever another woman and I parted, of course I thought of her. She was my dark lady, my fated lover, my guiding star. Surely we'd meet again soon.
And, since I trusted fate, it wasn't long before we did.
CHAPTER NINE
Most people have had the experience of thinking of someone they haven't seen for years and doubt they'll ever see again, and of then running into them. Or they've decided there's no way that that someone could even still be on the planet, and then have had them tap them on the shoulder. It had been so long since I'd seen Cindy that my time with her was almost becoming a myth to me. But maybe my thinking of her actually willed her to appear again.
I was standing on a corner at Union Square, on a beautiful, breezy San Francisco spring day. It was 1984 now, nine years after I'd first met my small, dark-haired soul mate. And, quite frankly, I was giving the eye to a small woman who'd just gotten off a clanging trolley car and who looked a lot like her.
She was wearing a dark red business suit and high heels, and was carrying a briefcase. Viewed from the side, she had the same contrastingly large bosom as my lover's.
Then she caught me looking. And when her eyes met mine, she looked so much like Cindy that I gasped.
But she was Cindy. She was! "Jack!" she called out, walking over and taking my arm, arching her body up to give me a deep kiss. "It's you. Jack!"
She led me to a nearby phone booth where she postponed another appointment, and then we went off together. We thought of going to one of the large hotels on the square, but we settled instead on a smaller, more intimate one just down the street.
I booked a room, and we went up in the elevator. Although our meeting still seemed unreal, we had no doubt where we were headed.
"You're terrible, Jack," Cindy teased me as we rode, and as I drank in the sight of her. Any day with her was suddenly a legendary one.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," she replied, "you didn't know it was me, but you were going to pick me up anyway." She laughed. "But I guess I ought to feel good about that, since it shows you're still a swinger."
I glanced at her business suit. "I hope you still are," I said.
"Oh, yes," she responded. "Don't let these clothes fool you. Wait until you hear some of the wild stories I have to tell."
We were older now, and our reunion was to be in more comfortable surroundings than the women's room back in Boston. The moment the hotel room door was closed, my petite lover came into my arms. In her suit, she was quite a contrast to my last partner, Darlene, but there the contrast ended. When I took off her jacket, then her white blouse, then her lacy bra, she became just as wild and free.
"Oh, these breasts!" I exclaimed, scarcely believing I was seeing them and holding them in my hands again. If anything, they'd become even fuller and shapelier with the years.
"Do you still like my titties, Jack? Do you?" Cindy squealed, shaking them for me. In answer, I bent down and kissed and licked all over them and sucked her lovely nipples erect.
Then I unzipped her skirt and eased it down over her rear. I slid my hands under her panties, cupped her firm buns, and pulled her humid mound to my hardening cock. She lifted her hands to my shoulders, pressed her whole small body against me, and shuddered with happiness.
"Ohhh, lover!" she moaned. "No matter who else I have, you're the standard. You're the best!"
Still half embracing, we managed to get completely undressed. We were both such voluptuaries by now that clothes were no obstacle. I drew back for a moment and surveyed Cindy's smooth, shimmering nudity, including her beautiful dark bush, and found her the same as always or even better. However, her deep brown eyes were staring frankly at my cock.
"Love is wonderful, Jack," she said. "But for us. the door to it is sex. Do it, lover. Run your marvelous tool up my hot little quim!"
I grinned, and my heart warmed. Yes, this was Cindy! So I led her to the bed, laid her back on the clean white sheets, got over her and buried myself to the hilt inside her.
It was like coming home! I'd dreamed about it, but it was even better in reality. Again her large but perfectly shaped breasts were under me, smooth and white, her nipples looking like ripe cherries. Again I had my hand under her trim rear, even being able to reach through her cleft, tickle her other door, and feel myself sliding into her.
And again, there was our absolutely perfect fit. It seemed to extend to our souls as well, and I was pleased to find, on both levels, that our many other partners hadn't altered it.
"Oh. Oh god," I moaned, being overcome with emotion yet not neglecting to thrust hugely and deeply into her hot, wet sleeve. "This is it. This is reality. This is life!"
"Maybe men feel it even more than women," she panted in reply. "But yes, Jack. Yes!"
Then I rolled over and let her ride me, so that she could be as wild and free as she always wanted. Smilingly, she worked my upright rod with her genitals, taking its entire length in long, slow strokes. She put her small hands on my chest and leaned forward, letting her dark hair and her full, hard-nippled boobs hang and swing. Then she raised up again, her breasts bouncing delightfully and her tummy tensing, as I looked down and watched my manhood going under her soft black fur.
At times, she even let my cock slip out of her, lifted herself way up, and teased her other hole with its tip. Or she sat on my balls and tickled my underside with her glorious pelt.
But when I came, it was inside her. And she came, too, at the same moment. We were still perfectly attuned.
"Oh. Ohhhhh!" I sighed, as my body, my mind, and my soul went out to her along with my surging jets of seed. "Ohhh, this is heaven!"
"It is," Cindy echoed, shuddering, with my pumping rod buried in her as deep as it would go. "It is!"
Just then, a remarkable thing happened. The lamps and the glasses in the hotel room rattled, and we felt the bed move under us.
"I've heard of the earth moving," my lover observed. "But I think that was for real."
I heard horns and sirens outside the window. "It was," I laughed. "Leave it to you and me to come at the exact moment of a San Francisco tremor!"
"Or maybe we caused it," she said gleefully. She lifted her tight sex off my rod and lay back beside me. It actually made a suctioning pop.
"We could have," I replied. "You and I can shake the world!"
Then I looked down to see some of my white sperm oozing out of her, contrasting beautifully with her dark pussy hair. She reached down and played with it.
"We didn't use anything, Jack," she said. "But that's because we kept ourselves safe for each other. God, it's great to have your stuff in me again!"
"Me, too," I replied. "And that's a perfect note on which to end this session!"
Then we got up and showered together, soaping each other lovingly and embracing under the warm spray. We got dressed, and went out into the cool gray evening. There had been no damage from the earthquake, but people were jittery. We weren't, though, because of what we'd just shared.
Famished from the sex, we found a romantic little Italian restaurant with wicker bottles and checked tablecloths. There, in the candlelight, we did some catching up.
I told Cindy what had happened with me since her phone call a couple of years before, mainly my getting out of the service and my experiences with Darlene. Then she filled me in in detail on her own sexy life.
"You know, travel is an aphrodisiac," my dark-haired lover began. "And, as you know, I travel a lot on my job. I've even done it on airplanes, Jack.
"My first time was with a male co-worker. We were having an affair and were planning to have sex at our destination. But we just couldn't wait! .
"It was a night flight, and he led me down the aisle past the other, sleeping passengers. We went into the rest room and locked the door behind us. Lifting me up onto the counter, my lover raised my skirt and lowered my panties. I reached down, grabbed my snatch, and massaged it until my juices were flowing freely. I closed my eyes, threw back my head, and began to pant with arousal.
"When I looked down again, my partner had unzipped his pants, freeing his rod. It was long, thick, and hard, a real woman pleaser. Just the sight of it, throbbing and pointing right at my quim, made me gasp with delight. On the counter, I wiggled my tail invitingly.
"He put on a rubber, and the next instant he was inside me. His big cock felt wonderful in my cunt, making waves of joy spread through me. I knew that men loved my tightness and the way my petite body moved. I squealed and writhed as he stood there and levered his tool powerfully into me.
"I wrapped my legs around him and hugged him with my silky thighs. Practically tearing open my blouse and unhooking my bra in front, I bared my big breasts and lifted them in my hands. He bent down and kissed them even as he balled, sucking at my hard red nipples. I was so turned on by then that I could hardly believe it. I let go completely, and the next moment I felt a liquid rush between my legs.
'"Oh. Ohhh!' I squealed as I came. 'Oh, you stud!'
'"It's better in the air, isn't it?' my friend inquired, as I sat there with his cock still up me and my bare chest heaving. 'Something to do with the pressure.'
'"Oh, yes,' I replied. 'But you didn't get yours yet. Let's go on!'
"Then he pulled out and sat down on the seat, with his throbbing pole standing straight up. Giving another squeal of delight, I got my butt down off the lavatory counter and practically jumped onto him. As he squeezed my buns and played with my big tits again, I held onto his shoulders and rode him like a real cowgirl. I rapidly raised and lowered my hot, wet pussy on his rod, making him sigh deeply. I took it as far up me as I could, using my inner muscles to seize it.
"In the process, I came once more. And, in the rarified air, it was with an orgasm the like of which I'd seldom felt before. My head swam, my flesh tingled exotically, and strange visions went through my head.
"Still I concentrated on my partner. When I felt him about to come, I lifted myself off him, pulled off his rubber, and pressed my fingers on the base of his pulsing cock. Then I watched in fascination as he shot jet after vertical jet of hot white stuff. Again, the lack of oxygen seemed to make even watching a fantastic experience.
'"Oh. Oh god, lover!' he shouted. 'You do it like a dream. This whole thing was like a dream!'
"We cleaned up the rest room, got ourselves together and went back to our seats. And ever since, I've done it on airplanes every chance I get."
"I'll bet you've done it everywhere," I told Cindy as we sat in the Italian restaurant in San Francisco.
"Not quite everywhere, Jack," my dark lady laughed. "But there was one time on a train.
"It was with the same guy," she went on, without a break in the sexy narrative. "His hobby was model railroading. He also liked movies from the 1930s and 1940s because they were of the same period as the trains. In fact, he liked me to dress up like the women of those times, in a low-cut dress with a lacy bra, panties, a garter belt, stockings and high heels. He said women looked more mysterious and sexy like that, and I agreed. It made me feel sexier, too.
"One night, when he was running his model trains, he had an idea. 'I always like to imagine I'm riding in one of those Pullman cars,' he said, 'and that I'm making love with you. Let's do it for real! We'll get a roomette and take an overnight trip.'
'"Sounds good to me,' I replied. T like your fantasy, too.'
"The next Friday evening saw us pulling out of the station, sitting back and enjoying a gourmet supper we'd brought along. As the sun set over the hills, we had chilled lobster and white wine and we got into a romantic mood. When it got dark, we even lit a candle.
"Then my lover turned to me and nuzzled my ear and my neck. I tilted my dark head back, closed my eyes, arched my body and sighed deeply. He went on to reach inside the sexy black dress I was wearing and to fondle my big, hard-nippled breasts. He unzipped me, unhooked my bra, laid me bare to the waist and caressed my smooth, naked flesh.
"After that, I stood up and, with a wanton wiggle, got out of my dress. That left me in a black garter belt, with matching stockings and high heels. As a surprise for my lover, I hadn't worn any panties, and he gasped when he saw my exposed muff.
"He grabbed my firm buns, pulled me to him where he sat, and buried his face in my soft, dark fur. I was really wet by then, and he stuck his tongue in my slit and lapped up my honey. I shuddered and moaned and ran my fingers through his hair.
"He got to his feet and quickly stripped down too, his engorged cock springing out at me. I pressed my hot body against him, moving up and down so that his manhood was rubbed by my sleek belly and my swelling breasts. Then I knelt in front of him, got my mouth on his cock and licked his turgid length.
"That was enough foreplay for my friend, and he urged me toward the train seat. But first I peeled off my garter belt and stockings, while putting my high heels back on. Now, when I lay back and spread for him, there was the sexy contrast of my naked white flesh with my black heels, my head hair, and my dark, humid bush.
"With a wonderful shock, he got over and in me and began thrusting. It was as fantastic as we'd imagined, balling there on the moving train. Not only did it take us back to a more romantic time, the motion of the car also combined with that of his strong rod and my humping hips to give us a marvelous ride.
"He pumped me slowly and tenderly, taking me higher and higher. I hugged him with my legs and lightly dug my heels into him, which made him harder still.
'"Oh, lover!' he sighed deeply. 'This is my fantasy made real.'
'"Oh, yeah!' I moaned in return. 'You can take me on a train ride anytime!'
"Then I came, bucking my mound up at him, thrashing around and beating my hands on the seat. I felt like an old-time locomotive as I climaxed powerfully. He started thrusting frantically, and in a moment he went off too, his iron-hard rod putting out a steaming hot load.
"We made it twice more that night before we went to sleep. We almost forgot to get dressed before we pulled into the station in the morning. Then we had a sexy weekend at our destination, including some stationary screwing in an old luxury hotel. And on Sunday night, we boarded the train to ball our way back home!"
"Don't you ever do it in one place?" I smilingly asked Cindy when she'd completed that tale. We had long since finished our delicious meal, and were into a second bottle of wine.
"Why, yes, I usually do it here, Jack," she replied scandalously, glancing down between her legs. "But I know what you mean. I am based here in northern California, and something very interesting happened on my home turf just last month.
"One day a male co-worker and I had to go to an old, deserted warehouse to get some company records out of storage. The place was dark and damp, and we finished our job quickly. But while we were working, we'd become aware of a chemistry between us. Whenever he touched my arm I shivered, and not from the dampness. When his knee contacted mine, I felt a tingle in my crotch.
"Then we looked into each other's eyes, and that did it. We embraced and kissed, his hands stroking me through the thin yellow dress I was wearing. He cupped my big breasts, then moved to my firm round buns, then slid his fingers down my flat tummy to my warming mound. As we got hotter and hotter, he raised my skirt and pushed my panties aside to feel up my slick wet seam. In turn, I unzipped the pants of his business suit, reached in, and hauled out his throbbing dong.
'"We're going to make it, aren't we?' he panted.
"'Yes,' I replied. I was shuddering and breathing heavily, too. 'Right here in this musty warehouse, right now!'
"There was a packing crate nearby, so he took off his suit coat, spread it out, and had me sit on it. I hitched up my skirt, slipped off my panties and tossed them aside. When I spread my creamy thighs and showed him my pink, dark-furred snatch, he sighed with pleasure. But he didn't look at it for long. He got a condom, stepped right up and plunged his hard cock into me.
"Our sex-drunk eyes met again as he slid his strong rod into my slippery groove. I totally lost control, wriggling around, tensing my tummy and my behind. I even unbuttoned my dress and popped my big tits out of my bra for him to watch and hold while he drilled me. He was a good lover, and he gave me an incredible time.
"I came, hugging him with my bare legs and shrieking so loudly that it echoed in the dark warehouse. He came as well, withdrawing to finish himself with his hand. He pulled off his rubber and shot his stuff all over his suit coat in his haste. I liked that, since I'd always had a fascination with the down-to-earth details of the act.
'"Oh, damn,' he gasped. 'That was incredible. We did it. We did it right then!'
'"For sure,' I replied, my twat still feeling wonderful. 'I love working alone with you!'
"Then we got cleaned up and went back to the office as though nothing had happened between us. It took some doing to get his cum and my juice off the inside of his coat, but we succeeded. Still, he'd have a stain to remind him of our sudden encounter. And I couldn't think of a more pleasant stain to have.
"The next night, we went out on a real date, as if to make up for our first time. In contrast to the old warehouse, we went to an expensive restaurant, a show, and then to his luxury condo. There, we got totally naked, that sexual chemistry we'd felt now passing directly from flesh to flesh. We made it all night on clean white sheets, my big breasts aching with pleasure and my hot, wet snatch orgasming again and again.
"But I still have a soft spot in my heart for that packing crate," Cindy concluded. "In fact, I can feel it on my butt even now!"
"You're so incredibly promiscuous," I told my dark-haired lover. "But I was the first to know that, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
She leaned across the restaurant table, her breasts swelling and her brown eyes smiling. Somehow, maybe because she was so honest about her drives, she was also pure. Cindy was amoral, and that was good.
"I know I'm a nympho, Jack," she said. "I'm just so, well, hot. Sex is always in the back of my mind, and more often in the front of it! And I'm wet between the legs more often than you'd believe."
She paused. "Maybe I have more hormones than other women. And maybe I'm meant to make up for those who have fewer. All I know is that I have sex thoughts, and I think it's a sin not to make them real."
I was moved by her statement. And my cock was dripping just from listening to her; she'd made me almost ready myself. Damn, it was great to be with Cindy again.
But she was already into another tale!
"There was a man I called on in connection with my job," she said. "He was shy, but I knew he'd be responsive if given half the chance. One thing I love to do is to free up such types.
"So one day, when he was looking over some papers I'd brought, I walked around behind his desk chair, put my arms over his shoulders and my head next to his, and pointed out the details. My big boobs were pressing his back.
'"That felt good,' he said when we were done.
'"Oh, well,' I laughed. 'I've never seen anything wrong with being friendly!'
"That encouraged him to ask me out for a drink after work. In the bar, I let my knees touch his under the table. I knew he'd be getting a hard-on. When I felt the time was right, I suggested that we move on. We wound up at my place, all ready to go.
"We were on each other like we were in heat. There was nothing like a long, slow warming to make two people boil over. His shyness had evaporated like steam. We embraced and groped, discovering the new delights of each other's body. My big breasts pressed his front, and his hard cock pushed against my flat tummy. Our hot mouths met, and our tongues played together.
"Then he unbuttoned my jacket and blouse and unhooked my bra in front, baring my knockers. He seemed to like their heavy round shape, their smooth white skin and hard, perky nipples. He lifted them in his hands and bent down to nuzzle them as I sighed contentedly.
"He went on to relieve me of all my clothes. Now that I had him going, I let him do the sexy work. He reached between my thighs and cupped my dark-furred quim, finding it wet and ready. I threw back my head, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and moaned softly.
"He unzipped his fly, letting his manhood spring out and upward. While he shucked off his clothing, I played with his rod, panting with excitement. I knelt down and sucked at it, then stood up again and rubbed its tip in my furry nest.
"Then I led him to the bedroom by his cock, and I lay back on the sheets and spread my legs. As usual, my big tits were standing up proudly, adding to the sexy invitation I was giving him.
'"Come fuck me now,' I purred, running my hands over my smooth, naked flesh. 'And you'll find out just how friendly I can be!'
"But he surprised me by asking me to turn over and get up on my hands and knees. He'd been shy, but now he was a real dynamo. I did what he wanted, and he knelt behind me. Holding on to my trim waist, he slipped his rigid tool right into my hot, tight box.
"He thrust slowly and deeply, making it last. I returned his rhythm, rocking sensuously back at him. Soon, though, I found out just why he wanted me in that position. He wanted to see what my tits would do!
'"Oh, your breasts!' he exclaimed. 'Damn, how they move. They hang so heavily, and they swing out to your sides. Look how your hard nipples point straight down. You're such a small, slim woman that your big boobs are like the tail wagging the dog!'
'"Gee, thanks,' I replied. 'No, seriously, if you like what I've got, that's fine. After all, I do like your big cock!'
"We kept on like that for a long time. I even made my tits move more for him, swinging my upper body and shuddering so that they'd quiver. But some of that shuddering was because I was tremendously turned on. He liked me, and just as importantly I liked myself. I arched my silky back, tossed my dark hair, and abandoned myself to pleasure.
"Then I came, biting my lip and putting out a flood of juice around his plunging rod. But before he shot off too, he pulled out of me. While I wondered what he was doing, he moved around and knelt in front of me instead. I decided he wanted me to suck him to a finish, but it was more than that. Suddenly he laid his rubber-clad dick in my hair and began thrusting again.
"He was fucking my head! I'd never seen anything like it, and I don't know where he got the idea. Maybe he was a hair fetishist. At any rate, he came soon, leaving me forever convinced of the truth of the old saying, 'Different strokes for different folks.' He'd been so shy to begin with, and then that!
"So those were a few of my experiences, Jack," Cindy said across the restaurant table. She smiled mischievously. "I hope I haven't bored you."
"You're joking," I replied. "Not only have you done it everywhere; you've done it every which way." I briefly told her Darlene's story of having laid four guys in one night. "In your case, lover," I concluded, "it was a serial orgy, but it was still an orgy for one!"
"Yes, Jack," Cindy agreed. "But let me tell you just one more story; one with a slight difference.
"I was at a company meeting at a resort in the Caribbean. There was a guy there who was really coming on to me, idolizing my face, my body, my whole personality. I heard him talking about me to his buddies in worshipful tones. Given that, and the fact that he looked great to me, too, it seemed a matter of course that we'd wind up in bed together.
"But there was a problem. The guy had gotten married only a few months before! He loved his wife, and his instant attraction to me was an example of colossally bad timing. Nor did I want to be a home wrecker, whatever else I might have been.
"It just didn't make sense for us to have an affair. Still, we had to do something to satisfy our strong natural urges. And it all came to a head when we met on the beach one day.
"I was wearing a tiny bikini, with only strings and a patch of cloth below and with the top barely covering my nipples, showing almost all of my huge round tits. The guy practically salivated when he saw me, and I could see his cock get hard in his trunks.
"'C'mon,' I said, leading him to a private cabana. 'We'll do something about this, at last.' I paused, seeing the guilt in his eyes. 'But not what you think!'
"Once we were alone together, I took off my top. He went absolutely wild when he saw my naked breasts, which are so big compared to the rest of my trim little body. He reached out his hands and drew them back, but then seemed to decide that a little touching wouldn't hurt. So he went all over my burgeoning tit-flesh, playing with my hard nipples and bending down to kiss them.
'"Oh. Oh god,' he sighed. 'This is just too good to be true.'
"Then I got bottomless, too, baring my round little rear and my dark muff. He stroked me there as well, his eyes showing his intense appreciation. When I thought he was ready, I pulled down his trunks, getting him naked as well. His just-married rod sprang into my waiting hand, long, thick, and very hard.
'"Oh god, are we going to do it?' he asked. T shouldn't be unfaithful, but we've gone too far to turn back.'
'"We're not going to fuck,' I told him. I led him to a bench and sat down next to him while he looked at me curiously. 'But we're not turning back, either!'
"At that, I began stroking his upstanding manhood, from its head to its shaft to its sensitive base, expertly and lovingly. In turn, I encouraged him to reach between my satiny thighs and to finger my hot wet slit, paying special attention to my joy button. We began sighing and moaning, really getting into it with the rest of our sexy bodies, too, not to mention our lustful minds. Soon we were panting and straining, on the verge of a massive and fulfilling come.
"It was like old-time necking or petting, and it was fabulous. We were naked, but we'd stopped short of fucking, and yet we were about to get off. After all the out-and-out sex I especially had had, the innocence of the whole thing was a tremendous turn-on. It was really almost better than tucking!
"Then I came, squirming wildly around, working my Creaming quim on his finger. 'Oh. Oh, yeah!' I squealed. 'There's more than one way to do it!'
'"Ungh. Ungh. Ahhh!' he echoed, as I stroked his rod faster and faster. He used his other hand to squeeze one of my great big boobs while he exploded with jet after long jet of hot white stuff.
"Afterward, we put on our swimsuits and went back out on the beach as if nothing had occurred. And it hadn't, in that he could still tell his new bride he hadn't had his cock in another woman, even in her mouth.
"But, while our sexual tensions had been relieved, we didn't stop there, and yet we didn't go any farther. During the rest of the company meeting, we jacked each other off, or sometimes ourselves, with the other watching, at least a dozen more times!
"So maybe that's a fitting end to my stories, Jack," Cindy said as we got ready to leave the restaurant in San Francisco. Luckily, our table was in a secluded corner, or else the other diners would have gone crazy listening to her explicit accounts.
"It is," I told my dark-haired lover. "Leave it to you to describe all that sex, and then to cap it off with a non-fuck!"
"But we won't cap it off like that," she purred as we went out into the cool, romantic night. "I want to go back to the room and ball my brains out."
"Me, too," I agreed, watching her sensuous walk and thinking about our first time years before in Boston. "You don't have to tell me stories to make me hot for you!"
So we walked along, our thoughts blending as was our mystical way, reflecting on our long, on-and-off affair. Would we ever get together for keeps? Or was the best part the fact that we didn't?
With those thoughts, we reached the hotel. And, though there wouldn't be an earthquake this time, we undressed for what would be our best encounter of all.
CHAPTER TEN
I lay back on the bed, and Cindy came at me. This one was to be her show, and I let her write the script. Starting from the carpeted floor, she moved up between my legs, her dark hair, then her heavily hanging breasts tickling my thighs. She even held her breasts so that only her hard nipples touched me, which added to the delicious sensation. And her devilish eyes and wanton smile brought all of her actions home. No matter how sexy one looked, it was how one did it, even more.
After a pause to nuzzle my cockhead with her sensuous mouth, then to use her fantastic cleavage to massage my upstanding rod, she came on up until her breasts lay on my front and her furry cunt along my rigid member. She dry-humped me for a bit, licking her lips and still gazing languidly into my eyes. But that wasn't really what she had in mind. Soon she went upright, tits bouncing, twirled around, and got in the top position for a sixty-nine.
It was then that I knew once and for all how wild Cindy was, even if she wasn't outwardly so like
Darlene. When I fingered open her wet pink labia, which were inches from my face, I noticed something that blew my mind for good. I hadn't discerned it during our session a few hours before, since we'd simply fucked, though I may have felt something a little different as I thrust into her. In any event, there it, or they, were now.
She had had her labia pierced and had added, set in gold, four beautiful pearls!
Not a word was spoken as she smiled upside down at me between her nakedly hanging tits, knowing that I had noticed. I might have said that something as valuable as her sex should be thus set off by jewels. But instead, I began licking her, especially around each of the smooth white pearls. I didn't neglect her clit, either, since it was like a fifth jewel. She wiggled her rear and even encouraged me to lick farther up, at her other opening. Never had I been on such intimate terms, and happy to be so, with her clean, wide-open cleft.
As I tongued her, I recalled that some women used little balls in their vagina to please themselves even as they walked around during the day. Maybe the pearls did the same the same thing for Cindy, and that was one reason she was always so horny
But I knew that I sorely needed some attention, too. And my fated lover, rewading my mind as always, wasn't slow to provide it.
Her breasts resting excitingly on my belly, she addressed her mouth to my upstanding rod. Soon she was licking me up and down, raking her pearly teeth along me; tonguing and sucking me to perfection.
"Oh. Oh god," I sighed, in between my mouth-work on her crotch. "Oh, this is heaven."
"Mmmmm," she responded, with my manhood still between her lips, the humming adding to my wonderful sensation. "Mmmmm. Mmmmm!"
I was harder, I thought, than I'd ever been before. My rod was standing far up toward my belly, a fact that made it even easier for Cindy, who was shorter, to give me ultimate head. Leave it to the one you loved best to do that for you, I decided. And leave the whole thing, maybe, to some absolutely mind-blowing pearls!
Hard as I was, though, I was also wildly sensitive. One needed more than a stiff cock, I knew, to maximize one's pleasure. Great sex was also in the heart and mind. And there, in that San Francisco hotel and after so long a separation, it was great indeed. I sensed that the approaching orgasm would be the best I'd had even with my magical dark lady.
But I didn't want it to be just oral. So I urged her off me, and I got her hot, big-breasted little body under me. Then, remembering to savor the sensation of the pearls in her sex on my member, I plunged deeply into her.
That was when an amazing thing happened. As I thrust slowly and tenderly, with all the heart in me, I had visions of all the women I'd lain with in between our meetings. There was Cindy's friend, Sharon, the equally small and top-heavy blonde. There was Marge, the big, naked dancer who had even gone so far as to have sex with her uncle. In Texas, there had been hot Maria, and then the beautiful cheerleader, Lynn. A vision came of Lori, my lab assistant, and then one of the ultimate big woman, Rosie. Finally, there had been the bikers Darlene and Melissa; how they could ride!
But then another thing happened. As I kept thrusting into Cindy's tight, silky cunt, all of those women did, for the first time, become her in my mind. And, provocative and memorable as they'd been, they paled in comparison to my dear little lover.
Call me a poet or a mystic, but there was one thing more. As the precious energy of sex flowed back and forth between us, we seemed to become each other, and then, suddenly, one person in body, mind, and soul. That was the way it was, I knew now, when you made it with the person you loved. And it was one of the best things in life.
In any event, we went on to come. Her arms and legs seized me, and she almost lifted herself off the bed. Her hips thrust and her big breasts shook as she transported herself to paradise.
"Oh, Jack. Oh. Ohhh!" Cindy gasped as she took her sublime ride. "Oh, yeah! Ahhh!" Her hot juices flowed like a river, and her pussy along with her whole body spasmed around me.
It wasn't simultaneous as I might have hoped from my recent thoughts, but my own climax was even stronger. Maybe she'd inspired me with hers, but it was the absolute payoff for all the years we'd been, and hadn't been, together. I slid my whole length inside her, stopped, then went rigid and held my breath. Suddenly it was as though a nuclear device, a supernova had gone off at the base of my manhood, to disperse shining atoms throughout space. In poor human terms, I underwent the longest, strongest, and most marvelous orgasm of my life, and I pumped the sweetest stuff ever.
Afterward, I lay back beside her once again, stroking her smooth, warm nakedness. "You'll think I'm odd," I told her. "But do you suppose that, to create the universe, some supreme being fucked?"
Cindy smiled. "Maybe so. And it would have been deeply appropriate. Besides, sperm do burst out like stars. And it might not be accidental that they call it the big bang!"
That was my Cindy. "Oh, well," I concluded. I thought of our seeming to become one person. "And perhaps, when we fuck, we put it all back together again. But now I have something else to say."
I gazed down at her dark-furred pussy, her swollen pink lips with the pearls in them. Drops of my white stuff were making pearls there, as well.
Yes, I did value that place of hers above those of all others, as she valued it, not improperly at all, as the seat of her being, too. And, while we were making it, I had reached a decision. I again wanted her-and it-all the time. As it had at the airport years before in Boston, the moment of truth had arrived.
"Lover," I asked, reaching down to cup her warm wetness. "Now will you marry me?"
Her answer made my heart rise. But it also strangely disappointed me, given the way we'd been.
"Yes, Jack," she said.
But then she made it right again by going on.
"Yes, Jack, I'll marry you, even though we're already married in our souls. So long as we don't live together. So long as we only meet when fate arranges it. So long as we keep fucking all the other people we find!"
That was my Cindy, in spades. And again, I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"You see, Jack," she concluded, stretching and lifting her magnificent tits. "You've been spending your life in search of me. But in doing so, you've also been finding ah infinite variety of experience, even more than I can give you." She paused. "And hasn't that made your life even better?"
I had to admit that it had. Damn, she was so wise. Or else, free as she was, she had the best line in the world. Once more, though, it didn't matter.
"So I marry you. Jack," she said, taking my hand. "Right here, and right now. But tomorrow, I have to fly away."
And she did, too. At the San Francisco airport, when she kissed me farewell, she also pressed something into my hand.
It was one of her pearls. It would have been outrageous, if it hadn't been so wonderfully in character.
Cindy. C-i-n-d-y. Just the sound of her name warms my heart and gives me an instant, throbbing erection. I'm still in search of her, or maybe of the romantic and sexual ideal in women that she represents.
And if there were eight other women in between the time we first met in Boston and our meeting a continent away, there have been eight more between then and now. I realize that I've accounted for just half the years; maybe sometime I'll tell more.
There have, of course, been more reunions: a wonderful weekend when we ran into each other in Paris, a torrid two days in New York, and as always, in my erotic dreams. Then, when we put our two halves together, it's again like speeding trains.
And just before each of our meetings, I somehow know it's on the way. Call it fate, call it our perfect mating, call it sexual telepathy, I don't care.
All I know is that the phone is ringing right now!
