"Damn that clock," Marty thought as she reached out to turn it off. "Sounds like a Mack truck backing up." The electronic alarm silenced when the switch was pushed.
Marty lay nude under a single sheet. The heat in the early afternoon was nearly unbearable but that was the only time she had to sleep. Today had been her last day at school and graduation would be within the week.
"At last. No more classes," Marty spoke aloud.
She stretched to remove the kinks from sleep. The sheet slipped away and she stroked her naked body a few times before she got up. The cheap carpet of the trailer floor scratched at her feet when she stood up. The rough floor covering reminded her how much she hated the dump she'd had to live in but she was contented with knowing that soon she would be moving to a newer and better house or apartment.
With her new education and her experience in the work place, she had been accepted into a new job.
Marty looked at herself in the mirror, fluffed her hair and told herself she had to hurry. She had one last shift to put in on her old job.
Marty stopped by the bathroom and turned on the shower to let the water heat up. The next stop was the kitchen. She plugged in the coffee pot and went back to shower.
The shower's hot water steamed up the bathroom, fogging the mirror but Marty could still see her reflection. Thirty years old and her nipples still rose up and remained erect when she thought of Bob and the times they'd shared. When she thought back about her former husband she almost always got hot. Her thoughts were of Bob as she stood there in the bathroom.
She felt the tautness of her boobs and couldn't resist caressing them. She cupped her hands and using delicate touches, brushed her tits. Chills swept through her body. Marty knew she had to stop or risk being late for work.
"Damn," she muttered.
The thoughts of Bob wouldn't leave her. She remembered when he'd left her. High and dry, she was left with nothing but memories of the last eight years of her life.
"How could he have done this to me?" she grumbled out loud. "He took everything we had and just left."
Their divorce had been final for two years but still Marty felt the anger that came from Bob's leaving. She told herself, "Kid, at least you're young enough to start over."
And, start over she did. She enrolled in college to get her bachelor's degree and she worked her butt off to support herself. She blushed from the pride she felt.
The shower's water was very hot and she had to turn on the cold tap to adjust the temperature. She opened the curtain and stepped under the spray. Tiny beads of mist bounced off her firm, trim body. Marty adjusted the shower head to the massage position and let the water pummel her skin. The pulsing streams of hot water were invigorating. Slowly, Marty turned to get the full effect. Again, she started feeling the urge to touch herself.
The bar of soap she picked up was hard and slick. A smile crossed her lips and again she thought of Bob. She was horny and she thought of how Bob could have settled her down in just a few minutes.
She lathered her supple body and began to massage her tits again. This time the caresses were more insistent, more urgent. She arched against her, own hands and let her mind travel to a different time in her life. Her hands slithered down, lower, to the red, curly pubic hair. Her breath quickened when she touched the wetness not caused by the water. Small, circling motions with a single finger tip on her clit caused more juice to flow. The muscles in her pussy started to contract and, surprisingly, she was cumming almost immediately. The shock of the sudden onset of the orgasm shook her all the way from her head down to her toes. Marty almost collapsed from the intensity of the sudden release. Leaning against the wall she took time to regain herself. Though the orgasm had lasted only a moment, it seemed like a long, gut-wrenching time to her. She knew that she would still be to work on time.
Marty felt tingly and good. She thought for a minute about what she'd done to herself in the shower that made her feel so good. Though finger fucking herself took away the edge it wasn't what she needed or wanted. She needed a hot, hard cock stuffed up in her snatch. It had been so long but she was determined to forget the morality that hovered around her all the time. She meant to get laid and laid good.
The soap swirled down the drain and as she watched it disappear she said, "That's how my troubles are doing lately. Down the drain." She rinsed her body completely and said, "Hell, I don't have any troubles. They are all gone and I'm starting all fresh and new tomorrow."
A smile crossed her face as she stepped from the shower. The fluffy towel absorbed the water from her body while she patted herself dry. Dried and heading into the kitchen Marty thought how good it would be to have put in the last graveyard shift and then be free of her oppressive occupation.
The last time, too, that she would have to drive through the night while normal people were home in bed, sleeping or fucking or doing whatever came natural to them.
Marty finished toweling off in the bedroom. Feeling sexy she reached into the dresser for a black camisole that she saved for special occasions. Tonight would be special, she knew, so she slipped it on and pulled the uniform from the closet. Damned, ugly, brown uniform. How she hated it. It was required for her work though so she wore it and bore it bravely. She guessed they wanted her to look more like a man than a women so as not to excite the men too much.
Bras and panties were regulation also but not for Marty's last night. She put on the shirt and stepped into the pants, then the Wellington boots. She checked herself out in the mirror again and adjusted the uniform. "Prison guard extra-ordinary," she smiled. "I'm going to burn this damned thin when I get home in the morning."
Marty rushed into the kitchen and poured a large mug of coffee. She liked it lack and strong. A glance at the clock showed she stir had a few minutes to drive to work, she put two slices of bread in the toaster and leaned against the counter to wait for it to toast. When it popped up Marty took the slices of bread, some butter and jelly, and the coffee cup and left the trailer.
Her old Chevy ran well. It looked like hell but it got her around with no mechanical problems. Marty knew that the car would be the second thing to go after she started her new job. First the trailer, then the car.
The drive to work was uneventful. She parked under the bright lights and headed in through the heavy, barred gates. Through the metal detector and past the main desk.
"Evening Marty," the sergeant spoke to her.
"Hi Bill," she greeted him with a smile. Few knew that this was to be her last night and she wanted to keep it that way. If everyone knew they'd insist on throwing a going away party. She'd been to one once before and was not impressed. It had turned into a drunken orgy and that was not her style.
Little was mentioned at briefing and nothing was said about it being her last day. She went to her assignment; Building Two. It was the same that she'd had for the past two years.
"Hello Lonnie. Anything going on in the cellblock tonight?"
"Hi Marty." Lonnie smiled at the sexy lady when he looked up from the log book he was writing in. "Same shit. Just a different day." He signed his name in the book and handed it to her. "There. It's all yours for the next eight hours."
Marty took the book scanned the pages and signed in, accepting responsibility for the watch tour. "I've got it Lonnie."
"Bye," he said. "Have a good one."
"Bye."
Her first walk through the cellblock was the one she disliked most. It was the time when most of the men in the cells were settling in for the night. They could be seen in sorts of positions, jacking off in their solitude.
She'd seen all shapes, sizes and colors of cocks in the time she'd worked for the state's department of corrections and she thought she'd only seen a few that appealed to her. After all a cock was attached to a man, and it was the man attached to it that counted. At least that's what she thought at the present moment. She couldn't see herself going cock crazy.
Usually, the men would try to cover themselves when they saw her at the peep-window but some ignored her presence and continued playing with themselves as if nothing was happening. One of the requirements was that she scan for movement to determine that one man was in each cell and she certainly had no trouble meeting the criteria. She saw plenty of both.
At one time or another she'd caught everyone but one guy. Marty made a personal game of trying to catch him too but she just couldn't seem to be there when he whipped it out and started flogging himself. It made her wonder. She realized the cells were home to the men confined there and she knew they all got horny but the one man she wanted to see jacking off never presented her with the spectacle.
Because it was her last night, she was determined to catch him with his cock in his hand. She had to see the men in room number twelve stroking his meat.
When she passed on the first walk of the night she saw her subject watching television. She continued the walk, finishing the first pod, then returned to number twelve.
The man was lying under the covers and the television was still on. Marty tapped lightly on the window. He smiled and waved to her. She motioned for him to come to the door.
His answering gesture was for her to move away so he could get out of bed. "Good evening, Officer. What's up?" he asked.
"Hi Kit. Just thought I'd say hello. And goodby."
"You're leavin'?" he asked.
"Yes. Tonight is my last night. I start a new, job Monday."
"Its about time. What took you so long?" Kit looked Marty up and down. "I always thought you were smarter than the others. I figured you'd leave soon. Is the new one a good job?"
"Sure is. I'm starting as a floor manager for a department store in town. It includes some security so my time sent here wasn't all wasted. I got the job cause of my experience!"
Kit asked, "Better money too I bet?"
"Ha. About three times what I make here," Marty told him. "Well, I've got to finish my walk. See you later." She took a step and then asked, "Oh, Kit. Are you going to be up later?"
"Yeah. Probably. There's a movie coming on at one-thirty and tomorrow is Saturday so I can sleep in."
"Good. I'll talk to you later."
Marty waved and walked away. On the way back to the office she thought about Kit. He'd been the first inmate she met when she started to work in the correctional facility. He had always been polite and courteous. And, he'd given her some good advise. He warned her of backstabbing political guards and told her they would walk over her to get their promotions.
"Well, no back-biting, jealous male counterparts to worry about," Marty told herself.
The walk was completed. She sat at the desk and made her entry into the log. The shift commander stopped by and talked for a while. He checked the log and left. It was time for another walk through the building.
Marty wanted to talk frankly with Kit and she knew it would be three to four hours before her supervisor returned. She peaked in his window and tapped on the glass. Kit turned to see who was there but, before he could get up Marty slipped her master key into the lock and opened the door.
She knew she would be fired on the spot if the commander found that she had entered a room at night without a second officer present. The lock turned quietly and she walked in. "I told you I'd be back."
"Yeah, you did. I'm glad you made it," Kit said. "Is there anything special you wanted to talk about?"
She didn't quite know how to put what she wanted to say. Was she going cock crazy, or was it the man it was attached to that interested her so much.
"Well, uh, not really," Marty answered. "It's just that, uh, I've seen all the other guys masturbating at least a dozen times since I started working here. Everybody but you, that is. How come?"
Kit smiled and answered, "I don't know how embarrassing it is for you, or if you enjoy seem a man jack off. I'm just funny about it. If I do it to myself I like to enjoy the solitude or I like to do it with a cooperative lady. The door in between us seems too much of a barrier. Some guys like to show off, and I can get into that too, I just prefer to be close."
A grin came on Marty's face. The funny feeling was starting to return to her groin, "Were you planning on, well, you know, taking care of things this evening?"
In the dim light of the television Marty could see the blush rise in Kit's cheeks. He looked her squarely in the face and said, "A few minutes more and you might have caught me, finally."
"Maybe tonight you don't have to fuck our hand," Marty said. She blushed, too, because of her bluntness. She sat on the edge of Kit's bunk and stroked her thighs. Kit was shocked and surprised. He lay back on the bed and Marty slipped her hand under the sheet. His skin was warm and smooth. She ran her hand slowly from his belly down to his cock. Though Kit was not big, his dick was well above average. It was thick, too, and hot.
Marty was surprised at her own brashness. She didn't want to stop once she felt Kit's cock. It had been too long since she'd had a man. Her hand encircled the shaft and she stroked it slowly. It grew hard quickly and a drop of clear juice moistened the tip. Marty knew that continuing as she was Kit might not last a long time because he'd been deprived for a long time too. She wanted his cock up inside of her cunt so she let go to avoid an early orgasm.
Marty stood up, dropped her pants, removed her shirt and started to join Kit on the bed again but at the last minute she said, "Fuck it," and stripped completely.
Naked, she stood beside the bed and looked down at Kit. "Will I do? Would you rather have me than your hand tonight?"
"Oh, yeah, I'll make you love it too," he sighed.
Kit threw back the sheet and revealed that he had his underpants down around his knees; the preparation for the solo sex he was about to indulge in when Marty came along.
He got up, pulled the sheet loose and threw it on the floor. "The bed makes too much noise," he explained.
Marty laid on the sheet, on her back, and spread her legs. She reached down and fingered herself while Kit watched. Without a word, he knelt between her knees and leaned forward to position the head of his cock against her hot, wet cunt. He didn't move at first, just took a deep breath and spoke, "You do want it?"
"Yes, and hurry," Marty answered.
Marty's pussy sucked him into her. It was good. She hadn't been fucked for such a long time that the presence of a cock now fit better than she remembered. She knew, for certain, that it felt better than her finger which she regularly depended on.
Marty knew that it was worth the risk she was taking. They started to move together, slowly at first, enjoying the wonderful, hot, wet silky feeling on each other.
Kit experienced an actual suction on his cock by Marty's cock starved pussy. With each thrust into her he felt the back pressure of her womb rubbing the sensitive head of his cock. And, when he pulley out, there was a powerful tog from he cunt to try to hold him deep in her.
Little slurpy sounds started as the both produced a lot of pre-climactic juices. Moaning filled the room. For the couple who had done without sex with partner for such a long time they simply fucked. They did not concentrate on making love to one another, they were each working to satisfying a deep itch that could come only by being coupled cock to cunt as they were at that moment.
They were in perfect rhythm. The shaft of Kit's cock rubbed against her clit and she bucked, wildly, to meet his thrust. She gasped for air and pounded his back with her heels.
When Marty's orgasm came it was violent, wonderful, deep release. She had to hold her hands over her own mouth to stifle the cries that she almost let escape. She wanted to feel Kit cumming in her and she had tried to hold back but her body functioned on it's own.
When Kit arrived, Marty was just pulling out of the first orgasm and when she felt his cock swell and jerk inside of her she began the second orgasm without a break in between.
Together, they came. She could feel what seemed like a gallon of cum shooting into her pussy. Her cunt was hot, puffed up and tingling. Kit's cock was like a steel rod stoking the fire. Both of them stiffened as she milked cum from his balls with her fingers. She wanted all he had.
Kit let his body down on top of Marty, he opened his mouth and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue probing and exploring in her mouth.
They lay still for a long time, savoring the closeness and touch of the other's body. And, occasionally, Kit's cock would dive an involuntary jerk which sent little jolts of pleasure through Marty.
"Thank you," she managed to say in between kisses. "I needed that more than you can imagine. I needed it and it was terrific."
"Lady, if you think you needed that, consider this. I haven't had a lay in seven years." Kit kissed her once more and then raised his butt to begin pulling his cock out of Marty.
As he moved off, his cock, still hard, made a sucking sound and then he was free. Both of them giggled at the funny sound.
Marty knew that Kit would never relate this experience to anyone else. He was a very private person and even though he was an inmate and she a guard she trusted him.
Kit handed her a towel and she wiped their cum from her crotch. She re-dressed herself, reluctantly because she would have liked to stay in the saddle with Kit.
When Marty stood up to pull her pants on Kit spoke, "Show me your tits once more before you get them all covered up."
He licked each nipple and then kissed her chest at the point where her cleavage bean.
"Again, thank you. I needed that," he said.
She dressed rapidly and left without a word, just a wink. No words were needed.
"Whew," Marty said to herself. "What a way to finish a shift." And, she knew, her shift was almost up and she was about to start on her new life.
The shift commander stopped by the desk, unexpectedly, and announced, "It's party time Marty, your honor. See you at the King's Ransom Hotel."
CHAPTER TWO
GOING AWAY ORGY
The old Chevy rolled to a stop in front of the King's Ransom. Martyr reluctantly turned of the ignition; she sat in the car for a few minutes. "Damn these guys," she thought. "They know I don't like these fucking parties."
When Smitty retired, the shift threw a bash and every asshole in the party put the make on her. Even a couple of the female guards tried to get in her pants and she was not anxious to fend off a bunch of drunks again.
Marty took a few deep breaths and opened the car door. She resolved to leave if anything was said or done that she didn't like. "Besides, it's early in the morning. Surely they won't tie one at this hour."
Walking into the bar Marty saw that it was dark and quiet. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the pale light. Because she was still in uniform, the bartender, without a word, pointed to the room in the back of the place where private parties were sometimes held.
Marty could hear the music through the door as she got close. When she opened the door a little and looked in she heard one of the male voices call out, "Get in here. We got a party going in your honor and you're late."
She identified the voice as Turnbull, one of the night officers. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw him sitting on a stool. Walking toward him she wished she had refused the invitation.
"My treat baby. What are you having?" Turnbull asked.
"It's too early for me. I'll have coffee," Marty said.
She knew that one drink would lead to another, and another. And, she had a lot to get done.
Taking the coffee and returning to Turnbull, Marty said, "Thanks for the party. I wish you hadn't done it."
He smiled and nodded.
"Looks like everybody beat me here. Am I the last one?"
Again, he nodded.
Marty surveyed the crowd. There were about thirty people there, some strangers to her -- people who worked at the institution but who she never saw because they were stationed in far distant buildings. She was happy to see the ratio of men to women was about one to one. She had no idea how many of them might be married and she wondered if the wives and husbands knew their partners were at the party.
Many were half loaded by the time Marty got to the party. Some of the guards had teamed up with members of the opposite sex and were making out in the booths that lined the walls.
"Come on, Marty. Let's dance," a voice from behind her boomed. She looked around and was surprised to see the supervisor standing there.
"OK, Leo. Let's do it." She stepped up against him and they whirled onto the dance floor.
The song on the juke box was a slow, western piece and Leo pulled Marty even closer for the dance. As they moved together on the dance floor Marty could feel Leo's cock rising in his pants and pressing against her crotch. The heat was almost palpable coming from his loins. Marty felt herself responding to the man, even though she'd dust been laid a short time before. She wondered why she felt this way now because in the past when they were co-workers she never gave any thought to making it with Leo.
The dance ended and Leo led Marty to a booth. He ordered another drink and a cup of coffee for Marty.
"I wish you'd have a cool one with me. I'd kind of like to have you a tiny bit intoxicated."
"Well," Marty answered, "I would, it's just that I have so much to do today."
As they talked, Marty looked across the room and saw a scantily clad couple had entered through the back door. They were hired party entertainers.
The woman was tall, voluptuous and the only things she wore were tiny pasties and a G-string. The man, tall also, and heavily muscled, wore a G-string that barely covered the big cock Marty could see through the fabric.
"Wow, look at that," Leo said. His eyes glazed over as he watched the woman move around the room, dancing suggestively.
"Yeah..." Marty said. She stared at the sexy guy, wishing he would remove the tiny thing that covered his big cock.
No sooner had the thought passed from her mind than the couple stripped down to nothing.
"Wow," Leo said again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Marty stared at the massive cock that swung between the dancer's legs. She scarcely noticed the woman and she completely forgot about Leo.
Marty felt heat and wetness between her legs, she felt her pants getting wet and wished she was home so she could masturbate. She realized, fully, that she had done without a man for too long. The first thought was using her hand and she didn't like thinking about that first instead of a man.
"Who's the party for?" the male dancer asked. The music had stopped and they were standing in the middle of the dance floor.
Everyone in the party shouted, "Marty. It's Marty." They all pointed to her and Marty felt her cheeks burning as she blushed. The sexy male dancer came toward her, his cock swaying back and forth.
The dancer held out his hand to Marty. "Please," he said. "Dance with me." She shook her "no" until the man said, "Hey, come on lady. I've been paid to dance for you. I might as well dance with you."
Marty climbed out of the booth while the others all cheered. Walking in a daze, she went with him to the dance floor.
She longed to take his big cock in her hands and excite him; she wanted to experience that massive thing sliding into her cunt, fucking her.
The man scooped Marty up as if she were a child and sat her on his broad shoulders. Holding her there with his big hands on her thighs, he began to dance again. The second dance was as wildly sensual as the first and the music they danced to as a home made tape the couple brought with them. The naked lady played the recording, laughing with all the others at the bawdy lyrics.
When the number was over and he sat Marty on a stool she was perspiring and excited.
The man picked up his little G-string and pulled a tiny piece of paler out of the pouch. He handed Marty, first the paper, then the G-string. Straining in the dim light she saw that the paper had a phone number written on it.
Marty looked up at him and asked, "You want to date me? I? That it?"
"You got it. The date is personal -- not part of the entertainment."
"I could do with a private party. Want to come home with me?"
"I'd love to."
The man took back his little G-string, tried to stuff his semi-erect cock into it and finally gave up. "Lead the way lady."
Laughing, feeling odd with her bold actions in front of the others, Marty took the man's hand and led him out of the dance room. She was anxious to get the hunk home and get into bed with him.
They scurried through the open part of the bar, out into the parking lot. Other customers sitting at the bar turned, awed, and stared.
Marty unlocked the passenger door and let the man in. She ran around and climbed into the car and drove off before the others could follow. And, before she changed her mind.
In traffic, the man said, "You understand this is strictly between you and me. No business. Just pleasure."
"Yes. And let me tell you, I could do with some pleasure."
Marty was grateful none of her neighbors were out when she pulled in beside the little trailer.
The ran from the car to the door and then inside. She locked the door and turned to face the man she'd brought home.
He was already slipping out of the G-string again. "Come on lady: get naked."
Marty was out of her clothing in nothing flat and pressing herself against the incredibly handsome stud.
He turned her head up and lowered his lips to hers. While he kissed her, Marty's hands sought out the huge piece of meat he so proudly showed off.
When the kiss ended she tried to lead him into the bedroom but he insisted that she sit on the couch. He knelt in front of her and kissed both of her knees. Slowly, deliberately, he licked her thighs, working his way upward.
Marty scooted her ass close to the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide. She reached down with both hands and parted the lips of her cunt to give him free and easy access with his tongue.
The stud leaned his head forward and began to lap at Marty's snatch. The sudden, wonderful, glorious intrusion of his tongue in her pussy sent Marty into spasms.
Her voice was choked, her breathing came in gasps and gulps and she could hardly sit still as he licked her deeply.
Over and over the man's broad tongue slithered against the tender membranes of her cunt. He raised his face slightly and licked Marty's clit.
The first contact of his tongue on her little love button made her scream in joy and ecstasy. Knowing he'd found her secret, he concentrated on pleasing her by sucking as licking the clit. Amazingly, he found that it grew to incredible length and thickness.
Marty lifted her legs and let her body fall flat. Her intent was to spread her legs and her pussy as far apart as possible so that the man could delve all the way into her.
She wanted to tell him how good it felt but again, as with her earlier orgasm, the spasms came too quickly. The man's hot, slippery tongue on her clit caused her to plummet down a long corridor that was lined with relief and miracle.
The orgasm was deep, intent and bone rattling. She came with such powerful contractions that she lost her breath for a moment. When she was breathing normally, although heavily, she looked down and watched as his head moved up and down with each broad swipe of his tongue.
Marty held her legs with her hands and lifted her butt off the couch to better present her snatch to the man. He licked and licked and sliced at her until she was almost weak.
Serial orgasms and multiple orgasms were only known to Marty through books and magazine articles she'd read and not until she got turned on so by the handsome guy with the big dick did she ever experience one.
When the man finally stopped licking and caressing her clit with his tongue and lips he raised up and leaned across the couch to hug Marty. His big cock brushed against her pussy and excited her to new heights.
She hadn't forgotten about the giant cock while he was eating her out and making her cum over and over but she had been unable to tear herself away from him. His oral sex was too good to stop in the middle of the process and tell him she wanted to fuck.
"I want to feel that big cock of your inside of me. I want you to fuck me," she told him.
"First I want you to play with it," he answered her. "I'm a show off, remember. I like to show off my body and my equipment and I love it when I can find a woman who will admire me."
Marty squirmed around and got off the couch. The man stretched out full length on the couch while she was getting up. He spread his arms up above his head and separated his legs. His cock was firm, full, dripping a little pre-cum already. It lay against his belly, quivering a little.
Marty took hold of the big organ greedily and found that her fingers would not go all the way around it. She placed her ands one beside the other, the way a baseball player holds a bat and discovered that a good three inches still remained exposed.
"Stroke it," the man said. "Rub it up and down."
Marty began to move her hands on the big cock, watching, fascinated as the skin hooded the flared head, then slipped back to expose the brightly engorged glans.
Marty had never seen a cock so big before. Not even in the ladies magazines that she liked to read had there ever been a photo of anything like this.
"Will you fuck me?" she asked. "That's what I want."
"I'll do anything you want," he told her. "How about if you dust climb on now, in this position?"
She straddled the sexy dude, holding his cock as she maneuvered into position, and then tried to lower herself onto the big cock.
Seeing that the fit was too tight without Marty using her hands, the dancer reached up and delicately spread the lips of her pussy apart. In that way, the head fitted easily and then as Marty let her weight go downward, the cock slipped in. Tight, full and very hot, it filled her love canal fully and made her squeal with sexual arousal and delight.
"Does it feel good? How do you like my big cock in there?"
"Oh, my God, yes it feels good. I never had it like this. Never," she answered. Marty and the male dancer interlocked their fingers and he helped her brace herself and maintain her balance while she rocked back and forth on the giant rod. Sweat ran in rivulets down Marty's body and dripped on the man. He was wet, too, with his own sweat.
His cock was dribbling pre-cum when Marty sat on it and her own twat was dripping lubricating liquids when she plugged into the man. Together they created loud squishy sounds which briefly reminded her of Mitch back at the prison.
Her thoughts were not long away from the hunk who lay beneath her though because he started to thrust upward which each of Marty's downward pushes. Their fucking rhythm had been set and they couldn't break the pace. It was too good.
"Oh, oh, oh..." Marty gasped each time the big cock shoved into her. More than just the exquisite full feeling, she was being excited by the muscular ridge on the man's pelvis and the contact with the sensitive little clit.
"I'm close. I'm close," she said over and over.
"Yeah. I'm gonna cum too," he replied. They griped each other's hands tightly and fucked aster and faster. His cock had stretched her cunt to such incredible dimensions that she was feeling it all through her body.
The man came first. His big cock rocketed about inside of her. Thrusting and jabbing and delighting her. The spasms and pounding contractions of her own pussy met with his orgasm and together they rushed into sexual fulfillment.
The cries that filled the room were loud and abandoned. The couch squeaked and shook behind their efforts but it held up.
When Marty began to simmer down she opened her eyes and looked down at the man. She cocked her head to one side and watched closely the expressions on his face, wondering what was happening with him.
"Raise up. Hurry, raise up," he told her. Marty pulled herself free of the massive organ as fast and she could, spilling their combined sexual juices onto him. "Watch this," he told her.
And, while Marty watched, the man took hold of his cock with both hands and began to stroke. He lay there, completely naked, and jacked himself off for her amusement.
He spurted long white strands of cum high into the air. Ropes of cum looped around and fell back onto his naked flesh striping him with pearly strands of juices.
"My God," Marty gasped. "It's the most perfect cock in the world."
The man didn't answer for a time because he will still hand fucking himself but when he finished up he smiled at Marty and asked, "Did I already wish you a happy future?"
"Mmmm," she answered, nuzzling his chest with her cheek.
CHAPTER THREE
GIVE'EM AN INCH...
After their sexual encounter Marty and the dancer had a drink. She still wore no clothing and he had none with him other than the little G-string he'd worn into the bar.
They had shared one another's bodies; they had sex and they satisfied each other's needs but they had not learned names. While Marty was fixing the drinks and reveling in the good feelings in her crotch that the fucking had given her, the dancer said, "Would you be interested in knowing who I am?"
Embarrassed for her lax manners, Marty turned to face the handsome stud. "Oh," she said. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't even think to introduce myself."
"I know your name. At least everyone at the party called you Marty. My name is Bill. My friends call me Big Bill, I guess that's obvious." He rubbed his cock and retracted the foreskin. The both watched the action, Marty with growing interest, Bill with a growing cock. "Can I call you Marty?"
"Yes, in fact, you can call me anytime you want to," she said, laughing.
Bill shared the joke with her. "Maybe I could call you hot pants?" He stroked her cunt which should have been covered by something, it was just too tempting.
They sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, drinking the mixed drinks and talking. Marty told Bill about leaving her job and the new career she was beginning. She told him too about school and how she would graduate in a week. "I went without a lot of luxuries and even some necessities to get ahead. Now, I'm ready to start living."
Bill kissed Marty on the shoulder and caressed her arm. He spoke softly when he asked, "Can I spend the night with you?" He looked outside at the bright sunlight and laughed. "Well, the day and the night to follow maybe would be more appropriate."
"I'd love that," Marty answered. "We might not get any sleep but I'd certainly love to have you with me."
They polished off the drinks and Marty told Bill that she often took a dip in the pool before she tried to sleep. "I find it relaxes me."
"I'd love to join you but you saw what I wore," Bill cautioned her.
"You know, I have a bathing suit here that might fit you. It belonged to my ex-husband and it was among the things he left behind."
Bill tried the suit on and though it was terrible tight and very revealing Marty assured him it was good enough to use at the mobile home park. She wanted to see what the bulge would look like in a tight swim suit and how it would effect the neighbors. "Besides, I won't be living here after a few more days. I'm going to move into town so I don't care what these old farts think."
Bill stuffed his cock and balls down into the tight fitting bathing suit and wiggled it up around his waist. Marty sat and watched as he put on the too-tight suit. You could see everything, the shape of the head, the fat tube and the even bigger balls, each outlined. How sexy. "I bet when some of these folks see the bulge in your pants they'll have to unplug their pacemakers or risk having a short circuit."
They went out to the small pool and sure enough there were several older folks sitting around in the sun. They all gaped and stared openly at the hot looking couple. The men checked out Marty and the women lusted for Bill and the big tool showing through, the bathing suit.
When they got in the water Marty swam close to Bill and slipped her hand down into the bathing suit. She gripped Bill's cock, stroking it in longer and longer strokes as he grew. Her hand action made him erect. None of the other guests at the pool could see what she was doing cause they were close to the side of the pool.
"You're going make me hot and my stuff will poke out through the leg of this bathing suit. Or, I could take it off," Bill suggested.
"OK, I can take a hint," Marty said. "If you don't want me to touch you down there I won't."
"You know it's not that I don't like being touched by you, it's just that this bathing suit is too damned tight to get a hard on in it."
"Well, that's easy to fix. Let's go back to the house where you can take it off," Marty smirked.
"Yeah. Take it off. That's for me." Back inside the little trailer Bill struggled and tugged at the constricting trunks and managed to get them off. His cock was semi-erect and it swung in a wide arc before him. She liked that. She'd have the fun of getting him up and ready again.
"I can't get over the size of that thing," Marty sighed. "Magnificence is a word that comes to mind when I look at you. A kind of magnificent obsession... or it could become one."
Bill laid Marty out of the couch and asked, "So what do you think you are, chopped liver?"
"I don't know. It's been a long time since I had a man admire me for anything other than just pure lust. I like to be admired, of course, but I appreciate being evaluated as a person an not a piece of meat."
Marty rolled off the couch and pulled Bill down onto the floor. She reached her hand into his crotch and stroked his cock to it's full hardness. She felt his entire body stiffen. Lying on her side, facing him, she asked, "Now?"
"Yes. Now."
Marty rolled over on top of Bill, she spread her legs and had one on each side of him. She backed her body downward until she felt the heat and rigidity of the big cock pressing against her cunt, her pussy lips folded over it, as if trying to pull the whole thing inside.
Marty shuddered when she felt the wondrous cock. Bill's cock was pulsing and throbbing. She wanted him to shove it deep into her pussy but she restrained herself and continued to toy with him. When she'd waited as long as she could, she thrust herself backward and impaled her sexy, slender body onto the throbbing spear.
Both of the sexy people, Marty and Bill, at the same time, gasped from the sheer pleasure of having coupled. The cock filled Marty completely and the pressure on her clit sent her into a frenzy of anxious humping up and down.
Bill lay on his back for their second fuck and felt the firm nipples of her ample tits brushing against his face. With each thrust onto and off of the big cock, Marty fell forward and backward and her boobs both touched all the surface of Bill's lips and chin.
When he opened his mouth and extended his tongue to tickle her tits Marty went wild.
She clawed at the carpet they lay on, she cried out with a wild sound and started gushing her precious sex fluids. Copious amounts of her lubricant poured out of the tight fit and leaked over Bill's cock and dribbled down over his balls.
"I'm going to make it. I'm there." She tried to make sense but the words were strangled and jumbled.
"Fuck me. Hard. Stuff my cock way up in you and make my nuts boil," Bill whispered hoarsely in her ear.
Marty was too far gone to hear him. She was launched into orbit, riding the blistering hot rocket of his cock.
The powerful spasms of her pussy, milking and squeezing Bill's cock made him start to cum too and together they achieved the ultimate.
He reached up and pressed his hands against her shoulders to hold her steady in her sexual thrashing about.
Bill's ass was bouncing up and down on the floor, driving his cock deep into Marty. She could feel the firmness, the incredible stiffness of his cock and the total fullness it caused.
Their orgasms occurred close enough together that it couldn't be said who really came first. What they were sure of though was that as each of them continued to cum, the other was carried along on the most wonderful ride a person can take.
They were supporting each other, physically and sexually. As Bill's cock arched and jerks, Marty's pussy spasmed and twitched, they needed and used each other.
Evening came at last and though they were both spent and needed to sleep, Marty had the presence of mind to realize that she'd had a wonderful day, sexual fulfillment and that she needed to be free of Bill. She sat up and looked down at the sexy guy laid out beside her. "Bill. I need my time and space. I have to take you home. You understand?"
"Hey. I do. Believe it or not, I was just laying here wondering how to ask you to let me go without any further commitment."
"How will we get you into your apartment? You don't have anything to wear?"
"If you'll loan me a towel I can wear that and I'll mail it back to you?"
Marty drove the handsomest, wildest, sexiest guy she'd ever had had across town.
She wished there could be a way to hold to handsome stud and enjoy the kind of sex they'd shared but she knew that he was too used to living on the wild side of life. She knew that a man like Bill would only lead to emotional pain.
"Will I hear from you?" he asked.
"I don't know. One thing you can be sure of is that I will never forget you or this wonderful day. You made a lot happen for me today."
They were silent for minute longer and Bill said, "I always wanted a woman like you. I know that my lifestyle is a threat to ladies and I definitely don't want to hurt anyone. I'm going to remember you too. Let's leave it at this: if you ever change your mind and think you'd like to see me again, call me. I'll send you my name and address and phone number when I return the towel."
They kissed, briefly, when Marty stopped to let Bill get out.
"Take care," he called to her as she drove away in the old clunker.
In the rear view mirror Marty saw Bill waving to her in the dying light of the day.
She was tired and needed to get to sleep.
At home, as she undressed to go to bed she noticed Bill's G-string lying on the coffee table. She picked it up and carried it with her to bed.
In the darkness, under the covers, Marty held the filmy cloth in her fist and fell asleep. The dreams that came to her that night were incredibly erotic and sensual, like the day had been.
CHAPTER FOUR
AROUND THE WORLD, IN STYLE
Marty drove, the next day, to the credit union she'd paid into during the time she worked for the department of corrections and surprised the teller when she handed her a withdrawal slip for all of her savings.
"Ma'am, are you sure want to close out the account?"
"Mmm. Today is a new beginning for me. I've been saving toward this day for a long time and I need all the money I have to get started."
The teller counted out Marty's savings in a pile of hundred dollar bills. When she finished Marty hand just over seven thousand dollars which she tucked into her purse.
With a smile and a thank you for the teller she walked out and stood beside the old Chevy she'd had to rely on. Marty took the key to the ignition and tossed in onto the dash board and walked away without looking back.
She walked four blocks to the nearest car dealer and entered the showroom. The shiny new cars all looked so nice; the smells of the brand new upholstery filled the show room with a clean kind of fragrance. Marty looked around at them and settled on a bright red convertible. As she headed over to look at it the salesman intercepted her.
"Hello Ma'am. Could I show you anything in particular?"
She looked around at the man and was taken almost as much by him as she was by the pretty little car.
"I saw that convertible and fell in love with it," Marty said. "Tell me I can afford it."
"It's not as expensive as you might think," he told her.
They stood beside the sexy little car and looked at the window sticker. The cost was well within her range.
"I can buy it," she squealed. "I have enough money to buy it and still have plenty left over."
"Before you decide for sure that you want it let's take a test drive," the salesman suggested.
As they sat in the car, waiting for the traffic to pass so they could pull out, the man turned to Marty and told her, "I'm Les. Junior sales manager."
"Hi, I'm Marty."
When the man smiled Marty was moved by the tender softness of his face. It was the face of a man who'd seen disappointment but was still driven by hope for the future. Marty knew the look well and she especially knew the feeling.
As they whizzed down the freeway, Les showing her the options and standard equipment on the car, Marty heard almost nothing he said. She tried to listen but Les was too much of a presence to allow her to concentrate on the car.
When he pulled into a coffee shop parking lot to let Marty drive Les showed the first real interest in Marty. "The car deserves a lovely lady like you to drive it."
She smiled at the compliment and thanked him. As she got out of the car her skirt slipped up over her knee and she noticed Les staring. She hesitated for a brief moment to let him gaze at the tender white flesh of her inner thigh. They stood at the back of the car for a couple of minutes, Les telling her about the gear shift and Marty watching him stare of the cleavage her blouse revealed. She also watched his dick push further forward in his pants. She definitely was having an effect on a man. She liked what she saw. Now, how to get her hands, mouth, or pussy on or around it.
When they got back into the car Marty suggested they wear their seat belts because she intended to put the little hot rod through it's paces.
"I don't want to lose you on one of the curves," she told Les.
They both buckled up and Les reached into Marty's lap and tugged at the belt as if he was trying to insure that she was strapped in snugly.
"I don't want you to fall out either," he said. She noticed his covered his crotch as he "relaxed". She had become a crotch cruiser. Was she about to become a cock hound?
When Marty popped the clutch and pressed the accelerator to the floor the little car's rear tired screamed and even smoked a little. She let up on the gas as she neared the exit onto the street.
"Hey. It's got punch hasn't it?"
"Yeah," Les said. He swallowed and made a gulping sound. "Drive carefully now."
When the traffic broke for a minute Marty repeated the take-off. She dropped the sift into first, popped the clutch and floored it again. The hot little car shot out onto the street and she maneuvered it easily.
When she approached the entrance to the freeway she explained to Les that she wanted to take it far enough out to see how it would handle in the hills.
"Sure," he said. "I want you to be sure before you make a commitment."
"I will be," Marty said, smiling.
For nearly half and hour she sped down the highway, passing everything in sight. In the near distance she saw the first of several very steep hills that she wanted to climb in the road test.
As they began to climb the car maintained it's speed easily and they didn't loose any momentum.
"I love it," Marty said. "It handles beautifully and I feel so comfortable in it."
"Why don't you pull into one of the roadside rest areas and let's talk business," Les suggested.
When Marty pulled off the highway she glided past all the other parked cars and stopped at the far end of the parking area. There were several trees there and she pulled the car around behind them.
Les was flustered and he was beginning to squirm around in the seat.
Marty released the seat belt and leaned back to catch her breath. She looked over at Les and noticed that his crotch was bulging beneath the seat belt. He apparently had been hard all the time. Her cockhound instincts took over. She stared pointedly, into his lap, which he tried to cover again.
"Maybe you'd better release the buckle," she said. "I don't want to be responsible for your discomfort."
Les blushed and pressed down on the button. The click was almost inaudible but the belt separated. Marty pulled one half of it toward herself and then let it hang over the seat. Les flexed a little and thanked her.
Knowing that Les desired her made Marty feel rather bold. She looked straight into Les' eyes and said, "How would you feel about me if I asked you to do something for me? Something real personal and private. Something that I really need and from the looks of that mound in your pants it's something you need too."
"Marty, I'd do just about anything for you right now. I can't help being so turned on. I guess it's just being near you that's making me hot," Les said softly.
Marty reached over to lay her hand on his lap and Les jumped like he'd been burned. "Feel good to have someone else's hand down there?"
"Oh, yeah. That feels real good," he said.
Marty began to rub his hard on through his pants. She was surprised at the firmness she felt there. She realized that Les was really turned on.
"May I?" she asked.
"Anything. You can do anything," he answered.
Marty turned a little in the seat and with both hands in Les' lap, she began to open his ants. She got the belt open, the snap pulled apart and the zipper pulled down.
"Raise up a little," she instructed.
Les lifted his ass off the seat and Marty pulled his pants down around his knees. "Oh..." she sighed, "very nice."
His cock, not really long or thick, was shaped just right. The shaft of his cock was the same diameter at the base as it was at the bottom of the head but there it flared out wide. He had a fairly thick patch of hair above the rigid cock and his balls were hairy too.
Marty fondled both his cock and his balls. Les closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the seat. He groaned slightly and wiggled his hips around.
Marty took her time. Her fingers gripped the cock and stroked it lightly. When the first dear drop of liquid formed at the end of Les' cock she leaned over and licked it up with her tongue. Les felt the wet warmth of her tongue and he sighed loudly.
"Do you want it?" she asked him. "Shall I go on?"
"Oh yes. Please don't stop," he implored her. "Give me head and I'll do it for you too."
Marty leaned down again and with her mouth open wide she engulfed Les' cock. He cried out with the incredible feeling of her mouth on his organ.
Her lips, tender yet firm; her tongue, wet and smooth; and her teeth lightly brushing his sex flesh made him weak. She lightly ran her lips over his cock until she was pressing her nose into the pubic hair, then, she closed her mouth down on his cock and sucked as she raised up and let the hard on slide through her lips. When she felt the wide head touch her lips she plunged her head down again.
"Oh yeah, good," he uttered. "Good."
Marty began to rotate her hand on the cock when her mouth was at the head. As she plunged downward and titillated him, she let go with her fingers and then replaced them again as she raised up. The up and down movements, the heat, the wetness, and the rotating fingers on Les' cock made him cry out again and again.
When Marty felt the first jerking and twitching of Les' cock, when she realized that he was close to cumming, she increased the tempo of her blow job and kept getting faster and faster until Les bawled out loud that he was going to shoot a wad into her mouth.
Marty gripped the cock firmly with her fingers and concentrated only on the sensitive head. She pumped her hand up and down and licked and slurped the swollen cock head.
Les was already beginning to dribble but when she changed her technique he flexed all the muscles in his body and started to spew his cum into Marty's mouth.
She continued sucking and jacking him off, swallowing each blast of his cum, groaning herself and letting Les know that she wanted him to empty his nuts into her mouth.
After all the time she'd been alone she had often thought of how much she would enjoy blowing a man and now that she had Les in her mouth she recalled just how much she had enjoyed oral sex.
At length Les began to whimper. He said, "Oh, stop. It's too sensitive. Don't suck it anymore."
Marty plunged downward one last time and then remained very still. Her left hand still held his balls and her mouth encased his still hard cock. They remained in that position for a long time so that he could simmer down.
Almost five minutes passed before Les tapped Marty on the back with his hand. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him he said, "My turn. Now I get to do you."
Marty reluctantly gave up the cock. She raised her head slowly and let it slip from her mouth. She licked her lips and told Les, "That was good. I like that kind of sex."
"You must enjoy getting oral sex as much as you do giving it. I like eating pussy and I know you are going to like what I do for you."
Les tugged his pants back up and got out of the car. He went around to the driver's side and opened the door. He knelt on the ground beside the seat and told Marty, "Turn around here. Put your legs outside."
As she turned in the seat she pulled her skirt up and presented Les with a view of her pussy, covered only with flimsy panties. She braced herself with her arms behind her on the seat.
Les reached for the panties and pulled them off. He removed Marty's shoes too and then he lifted her legs high and wide.
The gentle breeze felt good to Marty as it blew on her snatch.
Les leaned into the V of her crotch and began to kiss the hot, sensitive flesh of her thighs and above her cunt. He rested Marty's heels on his shoulders and with her fully exposed that way he reached into her crotch and parted the puffy, wet, hot vulva. He kissed her clit and felt it stir and become firm. He opened his mouth and let his tongue snake out to slither over the love button.
He parted the lips of her cunt a little further and began to wiggle his tongue in her, touching the hot flesh and strong it with his lips and tongue.
Les blew his breath into her pussy gently and felt Marty quiver. He took a deep breath and pressed his face against her pussy firmly and extended his tongue again. He shook his head from side to side quickly and teased her with the tongue thrashing inside of her pussy.
Marty groaned, much the way Les had, and hiked her butt a little more off the seat to better get him access to her crotch. She wanted his tongue deep.
Les maneuvered his hands around to brace Marty. He held her hips and lifted her upward. And, Marty, trying to facilitate the head job, spread her legs as far apart as she could get them.
Les stuck his tongue into her again, he pursed his lips and pressed them against the hot flesh and began to hum loudly. The subtle vibrations made Marty almost delirious.
She tried to tell him how good it felt but the words would not form. She shook herself from side to side to try to enhance Les' efforts. As she moved from left to right, he moved in the opposite direction and by their coordinated movements his tongue and lips brushed her pussy faster and faster.
Marty tried to tell Les that she was about to cum but still she could not talk. She needn't have worried however. Les knew from the volume of lubricating fluids that poured from her snatch that she was about to cum. He could tell by the change in the fragrances of her pussy that she was close.
Marty's eyes were closed, her teeth were clamped together, her skin was shiny with a light sheen of perspiration, and her cunt lips were swelling slightly.
Her breathing was coming in gasps and she was moaning as Les lapped at her. Over and over his tongue slithered into her, swirled around brushing the tender membranes and then slurping upward to caress Marty's clit.
When the orgasm hit her she went limp at first and then her body began to stiffen and tremble. She shook from her shoulders all the way down to her feet.
When Les felt the first spasms and quaking in her pussy her pressed his face harder against her and held his breath while he ate her out.
The juices that Marty produced were slippery and copious. She coated Les' face; she cried out finally and then collapsed backward on the seat of the car.
Les raised himself slightly, gulped in air, and then plunged his face into her snatch for one last go at it.
He caused Marty's orgasm to be extended even beyond what she thought she could tolerate. On and on he carried her along by rubbing his tongue into her, touching ail the hot spots and then slurping up to caress the clitoris.
At last Marty went limp and he knew she was through. Les raised him face a little, breathed in refreshing air, and started to lick her inner thighs again.
When Marty could talk she said, "My God, I never came like that before. Never. That was so good."
Les raised up higher and then leaned in to lay his head on Marty tummy. He hugged her with his arms and sighed with her.
Much later, after they'd composed themselves, Marty got the car started and they headed back into town.
"I want this car," she said. "When we get back I want you to draw up the papers."
"OK, lady. You got it." He smiled at Marty and asked, "Can I deliver the papers and the car to you at home?"
"Oh, I'd love that. Could you come by around seven this evening?"
"Seven it is," he said. Les laid his hand on Marty's knee and added, "What can I bring? Wine? Champagne?"
"Bring the car and the title or registration. I'll have the drinks ready when you get there."
CHAPTER FIVE
THE GROUP
Marty cleaned the little trailer house, she fixed a light dinner for herself and for Les and put it in the oven to keep it warm. She dashed down to the liquor store and bought wine for the dinner and hard liquor and mixes for after dinner. At home she chilled the wine and set out glasses for the mixed drinks.
In the shower, Marty had a sudden inspiration. Remembering how good it had been with her husband and the things that turned him on she began to plan how she would make love with Les that evening.
She lathered her body in the shower and be to shave away all the body hair. From cresting hair on the moos pubis above her cunt she cleared the sensitive flesh. Her legs were always shaved anyway but she ran the razor over them too to make sure that her skin would be soft and stubble free. She whisked away the little hairs in her arm pits and the rinsed the soap and hair down the drain.
Marty washed her hair and conditioned it. When she stepped from the shower Marty looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. To herself, she said, "You look hot tonight kid."
She blew her hair dry and instead of putting it up in curls on her head the way she normally wore it, she brushed out her long brown tresses and let the hair flow softly around her face and over her shoulders.
She stood in front of the closet, pondering what she should wear for the little dinner and sexual encounter that she was looking forward to. What she finally settled on was a pure white dress. Sleeveless and very short, it buttoned from collar to skirt hem but when she put it on Marty closed only the bottom two buttons of the blouse piece and one button of the skirt section. She was barely covered and her bronzed skin looked very good in contrast to the pure white cotton.
She tossed her hair recklessly to see how it would fall and decided, definitely, that she liked the soft look.
Marty chose to wear no make up that night. She did put on some subtle perfume she touched the little glass stopper dipped in perfume to her elbows, knees, crotch and behind her ears.
Back in the living room she was just putting a tape in the player when Les knocked at the door. As the music began she opened the door.
Les was greeted by the soft, romantic sounds of I'm in the Mood for Love and a kiss and hug from Marty.
"Hi guy. Thank you for coming. Did you bring my little hot rod?"
"Sure did. Full tank of gas and fully serviced. Here are your title, registration and the bill of sale."
Marty stepped aside to let Les in. Her skirt parted as she moved and he caught a glimpse of her curvy legs.
"You look awfully nice. Your hair is beautiful that way." He leaned down to kiss Marty on the forehead.
She mixed a drink for Les and invited him to sit on the couch.
"Is that your kind of dinner music?" he asked smiling.
"It's my kind of lyrics."
They toasted each other's good fortune, clinked the glasses together and turned them up. When they sat their glasses down Les' glass was empty.
"Wow. You drank the whole thing," Marty said, amazed.
"Mmm. I need to slow myself down a little. I want this evening to last. In my present state I might not last."
"I want you to last. Let me get you another drink."
Marty mixed a second drink for them each and while Les sipped at that one, she opened the wine bottle and put the food on the table.
Les joined her at the little kitchen table and they enjoyed the meal together. It had been a long time for them both to share an intimate evening.
When they'd finished dinner and Marty had cleared the table Les sat in the living room and watched her move about in the kitchen. He admired the liquid kind of gracefulness that Marty moved in.
When she joined him again on the couch he asked, "How soon? I need you badly and I don't want to wait a long time."
"Now, then. I need it too," she said.
They made their way into the bedroom and when Marty turned to face Les he said, "Let me undress you."
He lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He reached up and began to separate the buttons from the buttonholes and when he had the front of her dress open he kissed her tits, softly, open mouthed.
Marty groaned, sighed and fought to stand still. Her tender nipples responded immediately to the gentle kisses. When Les kissed his way down, over her flat little belly to the place where she had shaved herself Marty almost fell over on him.
"Holy shit. You shaved your box for me. You shaved yourself today, didn't you?" he asked.
"I did it for you. Like it?"
"Oh, fuck. Oh wow. That is hot. That looks so good."
Les licked the denuded patch of skin above her pussy and made arty tremble. When he stroked her legs she trembled again and said, urgently, "Hurry. Let's get into bed."
Les stripped off his clothing and tossed everything into the corner. Naked, his cock stuck straight out in front of him. When he walked, the organ swayed back and forth.
In bed, their hands were busy. Marty explored Les' naked body and he explored hers. They found that naked each was very exciting. He fingered her pussy and she stroked his cock.
When Marty felt the wetness that began to drip from Les' cock she let him go so that she wouldn't bring him off too soon.
They rested for a moment so that each could cool down.
"What is your favorite fantasy?" he asked Marty. "What would really turn you on?"
She thought for a minute and answered, "I'd like to have two men at the same time. I never had that before and one of my girl friends told me there's nothing like it."
Les thought for a moment and when he answered his words stimulated Marty greatly. "I have a friend. We talk about the women we are with and we compare notes a lot at work. I think he would be game to join us if you'd like for me to call him."
"I would. I'd like that very much," Marty answered. She handed to telephone over to Les and said, "Call him."
Les reached his friend at home and explained what Marty had requested. When he hung up the phone Les told her, "He's on the way over. But, he's bringing a girl friend with him."
They got out of bed to wait for the arrival of the second couple. Marty mixed another drink for herself and for Les. They sat in the living room, drinking the drinks and talking.
When the knock came at the door both Marty and Les jumped. They giggled like silly kids on a thirst date and went to answer the door together.
"Marty," Les began, "this is Ed. And your date's name?"
"This is Grace," Ed said.
"I'm Marty."
"I'm Les." The all shook hands and Marty offered rinks to the second couple.
When they all had a cocktail, she sat down beside Les again and they tried to get acquainted.
Grace had some difficulty with the conversation because she couldn't keep her eyes off of Les, sitting there naked on the couch. Les was paying a lot of attention to Grace too and Marty and Ed noticed it.
Keeping with the liberal attitude, Marty moved to sit beside Ed. She invited Grace to join Les and re-coupled, the foursome toasted one another.
Ed smiled at Marty; he took her hand and said, "Hi. And, thanks for inviting us over. Grace and I were just about to get down when the phone rang." He looked down, shyly, and added, "We were both pretty turned on and I'm really uncomfortable. I need to get off fairly soon."
Marty looked over at Les and Grace. She saw they were already petting and fondling one another so she suggested, in a whispered voice, that she and Ed go into the bedroom.
"Oh boy, does that ever sound good," he told her. He patted the bulge in the front of his pants and got up to follow her.
As Marty walked ahead of him, Ed looked at her naked figure and whistled softly.
In the bedroom, Marty helped Ed undress. When she had him naked she stepped back to admire him. Slender, slightly hairy chest and flat, firm belly. The hair in his crotch was soft and light. His cock was semi-erect and standing at a slight angle out, away from his body. His balls were firm and dawn up tight against his loins. His legs were slender too, muscled, and nicely formed. She looked back up, into Ed's eyes and said, "You are very beautiful man."
"Let's get into bed and see if we can compliment each other."
Marty lay down first. She sprawled in the middle of the bed with her knees bent and her feet far apart. Ed stood beside her the bed for a moment, looking down at the sexy lady who wanted him. He took in her breasts, firm and well shaped with wide, light brown nipples which were already erect. He checked out her waist and saw that she was probably a twenty-eight inch waist. Her hips flared out giving her an hour glass figure. He noticed that she had no hair above her slit and his eyes widened.
"You shave your cunt?" he asked.
"I've only done it one time. I did it for Les but I really like the way it feels. Especially when I'm having sex the flesh gets a lot more stimulation with no hair."
Ed looked at her pussy and swallowed hard. His gazed at her legs, smooth and sexy.
When he got onto the bed with her he was on his knees between her legs. He laid his hands on his tits and took each nipple between thumb and forefingers to fondle them. He rolled the buds of sensitive skin in his fingers and Marty arched her back to meet his caresses.
Ed's hands trailed down from her chest to stroke the soft curves of her body. He fondled her groin and then leaned for ward to kiss her freshly shaved pubic area. The touch of his soft, warm lips made Marty arch the lowered part of her back. He slid down so that he was lying on his belly between her legs and said, "Lift your legs up. Hold them high."
Marty placed her hands in the hollow of the back of each knee and spread her legs far apart. From Ed's vantage point he could actually see into her cunt. The hot pink flesh was already moist, dripping.
When he lowered his mouth to make contact with her cunt Marty groaned loudly.
"Tell me how to do it. Tell me what you want," Ed said.
Marty took a deep breath and answered, "I want you to suck me out. Lick deep inside of me. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Kiss my clit, lick it, chew on it a little. Do anything. Just do anything."
Ed laid his hands on each side of Marty's cunt and parted the puffy lips. When he pulled them apart he immediately planted open mouthed, hot, wet kisses on her pussy. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and exhaled heavily. The rush of warm air into her pussy made Marty groan loudly again. When Ed slipped his tongue deep into her Marty went wild. She cried out making funny sounds. Her ass came up off the bed making the contact with Ed's mouth on her cunt even better.
As Ed licked at her cunt Marty gushed juices. The fragrance the he inhaled was strong, distinctly feminine and very arousing.
He ate her out until he could stand no more himself and had to cum. He raised up, balanced himself on his knees and stroked his cock a few times with his hands.
"I've got to get into you. I need in there." He pressed down on his cock which was fully hardened. When he let go it sprang up to slap his belly.
At the slapping sound Marty opened her eyes and looked up. She saw that Ed's foreskin was retracted. The head of his cock was completely uncovered, swollen and bright red.
She saw, too, a large single drop of crystalline liquid hanging from the end of Ed's cock. It looked like a large diamond with the dim light reflecting in it.
When he leaned forward again, he braced the weight of his body on his arms and lowered his mid-section so that his cock was aligned with Marty's pussy. When he shoved a little the rigid cock slipped in easily.
Both Marty and Ed felt the silky smooth contact of the other's sex organs. There was a fullness for Marty and a tightness for Ed.
He groaned, loudly too, and let the full weight of his body down, burying his cock to the very base inside of Marty. Instead of pulling back and beginning to fuck in and out he held himself flush against her and swiveled his hips. The rotating motion of his cock inside of her was like a big, wet, soft egg beater. She was stirred all the way through.
Ed moved slowly when he raised up, causing them both a delightful moment of friction, stimulating them more than they already were. When he went back in, however, he didn't go slowly; he thrust his cock forward, plunging all the way.
For Marty the feel of Ed's cock was like a magical experience. She'd had her husband and few boy friends along the way. She had the dancer who had such a big cock. None of the men she'd been with had used such a fuck technique on her before.
The expert lovemaking was rushing Marty close to climax. She looked up at Ed to make sure he was coming with her. She saw that he was sweating, his face was drawn up but the look said sheer ecstasy. She looked down over the planes of her body to watch the hot flesh rod appear, disappear, then appear again as Ed fucked her.
Marty still held her legs pulled up and spread apart. In that position she presented Ed with a perfect target. There was no resistance, no barrier. Marty wanted Ed in her as much as he wanted to be in her.
Faster and faster he fucked. His cock became piston like driving in and out. The juices they both produced make the action easy and felt incredibly good. His balls were so tight they didn't slap against Marty as they might have at another time.
Marty had been so wrapped up in Ed ever since they entered the bedroom that she had forgotten about Les and Grace in the front room. She only happened to see them as she thrashed her head from side to side in glee and sexual fulfillment.
When she noticed them, Les was standing in the middle of the room, Grace was kneeling before him, giving Les a blow job. The sight so inflamed Marty that she reached her orgasm without the little shudders and warnings that always came first.
She simply went from being fucked and seeing her friends having oral sex in the living room, to a sudden, powerful orgasm.
Marty cried out when the first spasm hit her. The muscles in her twat locked up and then wrenched loose. She was off and running, cumming hard.
Ed followed close behind her. As he felt the powerful contractions inside of Marty's cunt he lost his control and started to shoot off. His cum poured out in large wads, filling her, then overflowing her.
Marty let go of her legs and reached to hold onto Ed. She wrapped her legs around his body and let his momentum move them both.
The sounds that came from the bedroom were loud, raw, and hot. Neither Ed nor Marty were even aware of what they sounded like as they came.
The orgasms, coming so close together, lasted and lasted. Ed maintained the thrust of the climax by continuing to fuck long after his cock stopped spurting his pearly cream into Marty. By his extended fucking she continued to cum with him.
After what seemed like a very long time, Ed collapsed on top of Marty. He wasn't, though, the kind of man to cum and loose interest. As soon as their bodies were in full contact he cuddled her close, kissing her ear, licking deep into the canal and making her squirm and moan.
They lay in a heap, tangled arms and legs were all that Les and Grace could see from the living room. Neither Ed nor Marty moved for a long time.
When Les heard the incredible cries of joy coming from the bedroom, after he and Grace had cum, he took her by the hand and walked into the little room.
Standing by the bed, looking down at the fully satisfied couple who were still connected by his cock to her cunt, Les asked, "Anybody in here want a drink?"
Ed lifted himself, weakly, looked around at his buddy and his girlfriend. "Hey, what's happening?" He smiled at them and asked, "Want to do room service? I don't think either of us have enough energy left to walk into the front room."
Grace went to make the drinks. Les sat on the side of the bed and leaned over to kiss Marty. "I hate to sound corny but was it good for you?"
"Good?" she asked. "No it wasn't good. It was wonderful. Your friend here is something else."
"I've heard that," Les said. He was pleased and proud that he had set up Ed and Marty because he liked them both.
When Grace returned with the drinks she sat on the other side of the bed and passed the glasses around. She noticed that Ed and Marty were still coupled. Grace reached down to stroke Ed's balls which had finally relaxed with the intense orgasm. "Feel better?" she asked him.
"I feel great," he said. He kissed Marty, then Grace.
When Ed raised up and started to withdraw his cock from Marty Les and Grace leaned forward to watch the removal. Ed pulled back slowly. His cock was still hard and when he slipped free of the cunt that had so delighted him the organ bounded back and forth as if it was still ready.
All four of the naked, free thinking, sexualist smiled at one another and after Ed and Marty were sitting up, they all drank another toast.
Later, in the living room, Marty suggested they get together again, soon.
Her suggestion was well received. Ed, Les and Grace all agreed that the next evening might be soon enough.
CHAPTER SIX
THE GRADUATE
Marty called Grace early the next morning to discuss the previous evening with her. "I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed having you and Ed over last night. It's so seldom, if ever, that you meet liberal minded people like you two." Marty hoped that she had chosen her words right.
"It was our pleasure. I think a lot of Ed and he does me. That's the very reason why we are able to share ourselves with others. To deny that desire would be to do a terrible disservice to one another. We recognize that both of us have interests that go beyond just one another. I was really happy to meet you and Les too," Grace said. "Maybe we could get together for coffee this morning."
"Hey, that's a great idea," Marty said. "In fact, I have to go shopping this morning. May I come by to pick you up. I wanted to take a drive in my new car anyway."
"I can be ready in fifteen minutes," Grace said.
As they raced down the freeway in Marty's hot little sports car men all around them looked at the two lovely women. They got whistles and waves and lot of smiles from the admiring men they passed.
Marty and Grace smiled and even laughed, good naturedly, at the men they saw.
When Marty pulled in to park at one of the large malls she told Grace, "I forgot to tell you. I have to buy a new dress for graduation. I get my degree in four days."
"That calls for another celebration," Grace replied. "Tonight we'll all meet at my house. Dinner and drinks will be on me."
Marty chose a navy blue dress with white trim. She tried it on and despite the severe lines of the garment, her lush body was clearly revealed. She was just too sexy to hide all her curves and mounds.
She bought navy blue shoes to go with the dress and told Grace, "I shouldn't even buy the damned thing. I won't ever wear it after graduation night."
"Who knows, maybe someday you'll have to wear a business outfit. That will do nicely. Or, if you get tired of having it hanging around you can always give it to me."
"No," Marty explained. "I've had to work hard to get through school. I don't want anything to be different for me than for the other girls. I deserve a new dress and I'll keep it for sentimental reasons."
Later the women stopped for lunch and while they were waiting for the waitress to bring their sandwiches Grace brought up the subject of sex and the liberal notions they shared.
"When you were married did you and your husband ever double up with other couples?"
"No," Marty told her. "He was great in bed but he was jealous as hell. Every time I ever even spoke to another man he gave me hell. When he left me I was broken hearted but that didn't last long. I realized he did me a favor. He gave me the reason I needed to strike out. I got a ob and I went back to college. It hasn't been easy but now its all behind me. I've always been a liberated and without the burden of an unhappy marriage I can live my life the way I want to."
"I don't want to seem to pry," Grace said. "I'm curious to know about what you've experimented with sexually."
Marty grinned and answered, "I don't know if I can tell you." She took a sip of her coffee and went on, "Well, I'll try. But, don't you laugh at me."
"I wouldn't laugh at anything as important as this," Grace said.
There was a pause while Marty thought how she wanted to explain herself to her new friend Grace. "I guess I'm not really embarrassed, it's just that I never get to talk about things like this. Actually, the way I usually get off is by masturbating. I do it to myself a lot. In the shower. In bed, where ever I get the urge." She shrugged her shoulders and looked for a reaction from Grace.
Grace nodded and said, "Go on."
"Well, I had a party the other day. My going away party from the job I just left. The guys all chipped in and hired a man and a woman to dance and entertain the party. The guy was so good looking I couldn't believe it. He was nearly naked, just wearing a little G-string. When he took that off and I got a look at his cock I went crazy. I never saw a penis that big before. Anyway, I took him home with me and we made it several times. It was exciting alright but not what I had hoped for."
Grace nodded again and said, "I know. You always think the big ones are going to be the best and then it turns out the common men are the best ones in bed."
"Yeah," Marty agreed. "When I met Les the other day at the car lot we of together and had oral sex. He was really good. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy giving head."
Grace listened carefully to Marty's description of her sexual encounters. When Marty seemed to be winding down, Grace asked, "Did you ever make it with another woman?"
Marty was stunned at first, then, she blushed again, and said, "No. Not since I was a kid. But I do think about it sometimes. I think about it when I masturbate. Sometimes I think that if I can do it so good for myself that I could do it for another woman too."
"Maybe tonight we can try it," Grace suggested. "I don't want you to think that I'm a weirdo or anything like that. Ed's told me several times that he would like to see me in a sex session with another woman. Maybe he and Les would like for us to warm up that way, then we can split up and go to it with the guys."
"Wow. That sounds hot. I'd like to try it. Really," Marty said. Her face was flushed and her voice quiet as she agreed with Grace's suggestions.
That night, with the guys there too, Grace was busy in the kitchen. Marty fixed the drinks and served them. As she handed the glasses to the men she gave them each a little kiss on the lips too. Dinner was light and not too filling. Everyone had a lot of energy and the mood of the get-together was a cheerful one.
When the table had been cleared and fresh drinks passed around Grace announced the plan she and Marty had come up with. Les and Ed were both surprised and delighted.
"Hell yes, I'd like that," Ed chimed in. "Go for it. The women looked at Les for his opinion and he stated his agreement too. Sure. Whatever you want is alright with me," he told them.
Being a bit unsure because, although they'd both thought of same sex relations before, neither had actually indulged themselves with another woman. Instead of rushing off to the bedroom, Marty and Grace sat down at the table with Ed and Les. They wanted to know if the men were interested in partying with them.
"No, I'm not," Les answered. "You girls go on, do your thing, and when you get ready, call us. Then we'll come in."
Ed agreed. He told them again that it was alright with him if the women experimented with each other but he added that he'd prefer to wait in the front part of the house until they were done.
"OK, see you in a little while," Grace told the men.
Marty grinned and followed her friend into the bedroom.
In the dim light of the bedroom Marty watched Grace turn back the covers of the bed. She waited by the door and watched Grace undress and lay down.
Marty stepped in, closed the door to muffle their sounds, and sat down beside Grace on the bed. She leaned over to kiss Grace, open mouthed and probing with her tongue.
Grace responded to the physical expression of lust and attraction. She arched her back and reached her arms around Marty. She returned the passionate kiss and when they parted she said, simply, "Hurry."
Marty undressed herself with trembling, anxious fingers. When she was naked, Marty lay down beside Grace on the bed and felt the heat radiating from her friend's body.
"Grace, let's do this slowly, OK?"
Grace looked up at Marty and answered, "Yeah. That's fine by me."
"Could we just do it together, you know? Not to each other. At least this first time?" Marty gestured with her hand to suggest to Grace that they would simply finger fuck themselves, sharing the moment and the nearness of each other.
"Mmm," Grace hummed. "I like it that way too."
Marty slid down on the bed until she was lying flat too. She turned her to the side to look at Grace and then lifted her legs slightly. She reached down with both hands to her cunt. With one hand she parted the lips and with fingers of the other hand she began to diddle herself.
Grace's eyes widened when she saw Marty's fingers disappear into the shaved pussy.
"Good?" she asked.
"Oh yes, it's always good this way," Marty answered.
Grace imitated Marty's movements. She lifted her legs too and reached down to finger herself. She nudged Marty with her elbow and said, "Check the mirror."
Marty looked and saw their reflections in the big glass. She could see her own reflection as clearly as she saw Grace's. She saw their busy fingers, stroking, caressing, touching and titillating, probing and drawing the women up into the excitement of sex.
"That looks pretty hot, doesn't it?" Grace asked.
"Sure does." Marty's fingers were bunched together, reaching in to tickle herself while with her thumb she brushed her clit making the little, nub firm up and respond.
They were silent after that. Both women concentrated on pleasuring themselves while they watched themselves and their friend in the mirror.
Grace came first. She hiked her legs up high and spread them as far as she could. She reached in, then back and up, to find the magical G-spot. As soon as she stroked the little patch of firm tissue she started to cum.
Marty could see the juices leaking from her friend's cunt. The lubricating liquids were pouring out anyway but when she started to cum she was like a dam breaking. Hot, creamy stuff flowed from her pussy, squishing loudly each time she pressed her hand against and into herself.
Marty clenched her teeth and started to pump herself off. Harder and faster, she ran her fingers into herself. She watched her reflection in the mirror, and she watched Grace's reflection too, but what went through her mind was the fucking she'd gotten from Ed the night before. The thought that she could have him again, have him stuff his prick into her and swirl it around and around made her start to cum.
Together, the women lay on the bed, pounding their pussies, cumming, moaning and groaning with the ultimate pleasure of orgasm. They each concentrated on fulfilling themselves.
The sounds intensified as they entered the time of climax. They gasped for air and groaned, their bodies squirmed and wiggled on the bed.
After they recovered and went into the living room they found Ed and Les watching a game on television, patiently waiting for their turns.
"Whose it going to be tonight?" Marty asked.
Les looked to his friend and said, "My turn."
Grace and Ed went into the bedroom and Les and Marty stretched out on the couch. He opened it out flat, in the manner of a day bed, so there would be plenty of room.
Les stripped off his clothing quickly and lay down with Marty. "How was it? Did she do you good?"
"We didn't do that," Marty answered. "We finger fucked ourselves and watched in the mirror."
"Ooo, that's hot. I should have gone in after all. I'd love to have seen that."
"Maybe later," Marty said. "For now, I want you to fuck me."
Les got onto his knees in front of Marty. He stroked his cock and hardened it the way. He stared at her as he played with himself. "You know, men like doing that too."
"I know. But I just have to have a fuck. Please, get started. I want to feel you up inside of me."
Les spit in his palm and rubbed the saliva over the fat head of his cock. When he lifted Marty's legs up and draped them over his shoulders he hunched forward and his hard cock slipped right in.
Les was into teasing and toying. He wanted to experience each little rise and fall in the lining of Marty's pussy. He pushed his cock in slowly, withdrew it a little, shoved in a little, withdrew and then plunged all the way in.
Marty gasped with the sudden, wonderful, filling intrusion. She tried to spread her legs even further apart. He clung to Les' shoulders with her hands and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Les supported himself on stiffened arms. He began to thrust forward and backward. His cock, so hard and unbending, needed no guidance from his hands.
Quickly he set a pace that pleased them both. Very short thrusts, three or four in a row, then a deep, gyrating twist, up and almost out, then the quick ones again. His cock felt, to Marty like a cooling liquid fire that filled all the little crevices in her flesh. She felt like she was aflame but the sensation was too good to doubt.
Les began to sweat. He breathed hard, gasping out choppy little sentences telling Marty how he felt about her and how good it felt to be fucking her.
Marty forced herself to think of other things. She wanted to make sure that she didn't cum first. She gritted her teeth to hold back the orgasm and enjoyed the thrusting, pushing, twisting fuck.
Les gasped, "Now. Oh fuck, it's now."
Marty felt his cock swell, jerk and flex inside of her and she took that as the signal to let herself go.
With Les pouring his seed into her, thumping and bumping his cock in her cunt, Marty came too. Her orgasm was a long series of powerful contractions and relaxations and the release of a huge amount of juices.
They rocked back and forth, cumming, groaning, sharing the exquisite sensations together.
Les rolled onto his side and then his back, pulling Marty with him as he turned. When he was stretched out on his back, she was sitting astride his cock.
They remained in that position for a few minutes until they could move and breath easily. When Marty started to raise up, pulling Les' cock out of herself she opened the flood gates and their combined juices poured out onto his crotch, running in thick rivulets down, over his balls to puddle on the couch.
The sounds from the bedroom told Les and Marty their friends were at the apex of their sexual encounter too. There were delighted cries, groans and heavy breathing.
"Sounds like they found one another in the dark, doesn't it?" Les kidded.
"Mmm."
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE WONDER OF YOUTH
Marty's graduation ceremony was a long ritual which ended with her receiving the diploma she'd worked so hard for. Her parents came into town for the occasion and her friends all attended too.
They celebrated with a dinner and dang at one of the nicest places in town. Marty received dozens of gifts and the best wishes and congratulations of everyone.
When the party broke up, friends she excused herself telling all her friends that she needed some time to think. What she had in mind was a long walk -- a cooling down period so she could think.
Marty's parents returned home, proud of their daughter, and her friends all said they understood and that they would call her the next day.
She dashed home, parked her pretty new car in the driveway and hurried in to change out of the stuffy dress and proper shoes. Decked out in cut-offs and sandals, Marty made herself a tall double, poured it into a plastic tumbler and headed out for a long, nighttime walk.
She passed by houses that were all dark, the streets were all but deserted and the only sins of life were the occasional dog out sniffing around or a car now and then.
Marty walked to the public park to sit and think. She knew she felt proud of herself but she was confused about what she wanted all of a sudden. All the work, all the efforts, all the times of doing without suddenly seemed so long ago. She knew that the now job was only a few days away and the security of the higher income was a reality. What she couldn't adjust to so easily was the sudden change of her circumstances.
She sipped on the drink, picked flowers and plucked the petals from them as she strolled through the park.
When she came to a rock retaining wall along the lakeside Marty sat down again to watch the ducks, drifting, asleep on the cool water.
She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there, lost in thought, when she heard a voice behind her.
"Excuse me, are you lost?"
Marty whirled around, startled. She saw a young man standing behind her. He, too, wore only cut-offs. He was a handsome sort of kid, his hair uncombed and mussed. His eyes were gentle and kind and not a little lost looking themselves. A kind of star gazer look. One of innocence, freshness and wonder.
"No," she said. "I'm not lost. I was just thinking."
"I saw you here alone and it's really late. I come here a lot at night and I never run into anyone else, that's why I thought you might be lost."
Marty relaxed when she heard his explanation and the tone of his voice. She recognized that he was a sincere young man, and that he posed no threat to her.
"Would you like to sit with me. We can watch the sun come up," she offered. When the young man walked closer Marty got a good look at him and she was impressed. He was not a tall boy, not muscular and most of all, he looked innocent.
He sat on the rock wall and introduced himself. "My name is Guy. I live a couple of blocks from here with my folks."
"I'm Marty." She extended her hand to him. When they touched she was startled at the warmth of his flesh.
They sat and talked for a long time. Marty told him about her graduation and her new job and how she wondered from time to time about the men she'd had in her charge at the correctional facility. "There seems to be a lot on my mind all of a sudden and I need to unload some of it."
Guy said, "I understand. My dad is a psychologist and he reminds me all the time to keep my head clear."
As the sun began to peek over the distant horizon Marty asked Guy if he would like to come home with her for breakfast. Nothing formal. She had taken a liking to the kid.
"I'm hungry and I always hate to eat alone. Come on, Guy. Let me fix your breakfast so I can eat too," she bargained.
He looked around as if to see if he was being watched. Guy obviously was interested in spending more time with the sexy Marty but he appeared uncertain.
"It there any reason why you can't have breakfast with me?" she asked.
"No. I just never have done anything like this before."
"Guy, how old are you?"
"Eighteen," he answered. "I start my freshman year of college in September."
"See there. You're old enough to decide for yourself what you want to do."
"OK, I'll go. Besides, I am hungry."
They walked down the sidewalks in the pale pink light of the dawn and continued their conversation. Little by little Marty led Guy to talking about his personal life. He told her he did not have a girl friend. He explained that he'd never had a girl friend because of his father's influence. "He always said he wanted me to make the right choice. I thought when I got away to school I'd make up for lost time." He grinned as if he didn't quite know what that meant.
At home, after the short walk, Marty kicked off her sandals and went in to make coffee. She asked Guy to have a seat and told him to make himself comfortable.
Marty dashed into the bathroom to freshen up and when she returned to the living room she found Guy laid out on the couch.
"You told me to make myself comfortable, I hope you meant that."
Marty nodded and went to sit beside him on the floor. "I did mean it." She looked Guy over in the brighter light of day and told him, "You are a remarkably pretty boy. I don't mean that exactly. I mean, you are a very handsome young man."
Guy blushed and looked away. But she could tell he was pleased.
"I mean it. I find you very attractive," she added.
"I don't know what to say. I feel so clumsy," he said.
"You don't have to say anything."
Marty was silent for a time, then, she asked, "Guy, are you a virgin?"
He nodded but did not speak.
"Would you like to change that? Would you like to learn from me?" Marty waited a minute and then went on, "You know what they say about young men and mature women. They say that's the best it ever gets."
Guy's cock began to swell in his brief cut-off jeans. First it slithered, then it unfurled like a flag in the wind. He tried to hide his growing erection by crossing his legs but Marty had already caught sight of his predicament. She was glad she was having this effect on him.
"Please," she said. "Don't be embarrassed. Your reaction is perfect. It's normal and healthy and something to be proud of." She laid her hand on his thigh and felt the young man quiver.
"Come on, follow me," Marty told the shy young stud.
In the bed room Marty took charge. She slipped her fingers into his short pants and flicked the snap open. She whisked down the tab on the zipper and pushed his pants down around his knees. Guy's cock was almost fully erect and when his pants were removed his rod extended out from his crotch, invitingly to Marty.
Marty wrapped her fingers around Guy's cock and stroked it a couple of times. She had to stifle a laugh when she saw the young dude struggle to remain standing.
Letting go of his cock long enough to get out of her own clothing, Marty stripped quickly and pressed her naked body against the boy's of flesh.
They hugged, Marty expertly, and Guy clumsily. When Marty tried to kiss Guy he said, "I'm not sure how."
"Open you mouth and relax. Do what I do."
She pressed her lips to his and slipped her tongue into the youth's mouth. She probed deep and sucked on him.
Guy returned the technique and surprised Marty with his gentle and tender loss.
Marty pulled back and said, "Let's get on the bed. Let's do this night."
Guy walked stiff legged to the bed as if he was mesmerized. He did exactly as Marty suggested and that only because he had no frame of reference from previous encounters to draw on.
Marty laid him out on his back and climbed aboard him the way one might sit on a horse. She made sure that her full weight didn't press down on his belly. She could feel the little pubic hairs tickling her and his cock pressing, urgently, against her.
"Guy, I'm going to sit on your cock. I want you to try to be real still until I get it all the way in me. Understand?"
He was looking up at Marty with big, innocent eyes. "Yes, I understand." He did, again, as he was told. He remained perfectly still until she took hold of his cock again and guided it to her cunt. He began to squirm and twist about because her hand felt too good.
Marty held herself up, over the stiff young cock. She aligned her cunt with the hard, rocket shaped cock and then let her weight drop. She let Guy's cock slide in, all the way, for his first entry.
"Oh," he signed. "Oh, it feels so good."
"Move your hips up and down. When you feel me coming down, press up. When I raise up, pull down," Marty explained.
She watched the young guy's expression closely. She appreciated how he felt getting his first fuck and she wanted it to be memorable. She saw Guy's color change; his face flushed a bright red, the veins in his forehead bulged and his eyes rolled back. He breathing hard, gasping and among.
Marty concentrated on cumming quickly. She knew the young dude wouldn't last long and she wanted to get off with him. She became keenly aware of the sweet friction of his cock inside of her pussy. The delicious, lubricated slipperiness changed as she concentrate to a kind of full, heaviness, the first sensation she usually felt just before she came.
Guy started gasping harder, breathing faster and suddenly his back arched, lifting Marty high. He supported the weight of his body on his shoulders and the soles of his feet; all the rest of his virile young body was arched up trying to push deeper into the recesses of her cunt.
She felt the strong flexing and distension of Guy's cock. Too, she felt the hot blasts of his cum filling her love canal and then leaking out as she plungered herself on him.
The boy didn't last long but Marty managed to get off in time to share in the ecstatic moment with him. Her own orgasm came just as Guy was slowing down.
She sat down on his lap, forcing his cock all the way in to her cunt. She simply sat and let the orgasm rock through her. The young man lay, open eyed, in awe, and watched as arty climaxed. He noticed that she trembled and her breasts moved slightly out of time with the rest of her body as if they had a separate source of energy.
When Marty calmed down after her orgasm, she leaned forward to kiss Guy and to tell him how good he'd been.
"Gosh, Marty, that was great. I never had any idea it would be like that. I've only used my hand before this and I thought that was good. Fucking is wonderful. No wonder adults do it so much."
"And, you do it real good, Guy. That was very good for me," Marty told him.
She felt good about the session and she knew Guy did. His face was no longer strained. He was beaming.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WHEN A FRIEND NEEDS A HAND(JOB)
Days turned into weeks for Marty. The new job was a tremendous relief as compared to her work at the correctional institution. She enjoyed her new car and the admiring waves and whistles she got when she drove down the street in it.
She found a new apartment close to the department store where she went to work. The view, from the balcony, was spectacular, the rooms spacious and the furniture she bought with her employee discount was perfect for Marty's tastes.
As summer was coming to a close and fall breezes stirred the air Marty began to feel that she was still missing something. What she needed she didn't know for sure. She sat on the balcony watching the lights come on over the city and wondering what it was that was still missing from her life. She had been having lots of men. Cocks of all sorts, shapes and sizes in all sorts of places. She loved cock sucking. Getting her pussy eaten out. Fucking too, don't leave out fucking. That was a thrill. Watching men cum turned her on. Having them finger her twat was exciting. Was it men that she missed?
She assessed the men in her life and determined that even though she enjoyed her sex sessions with them she needed one man, all the time. It became clear, once the thought came to her, that she was a one-man woman. She missed her life with her husband, even after all that time. The years apart had dimmed her need for him specifically but what she desired, she knew, was the relationship.
After Marty had a couple of highballs she thought she would go out for dinner. She liked eating at home, enjoying the view, and taking life easy but on this particular night she felt she needed a change.
She dressed in stretch ants and a bulky pull over sweater. With her hang down, hanging in long curls around her face, framing her with shimmering softness, she went out to walk the few blocks to her favorite delicatessen.
The men she passed on the sidewalk all did double takes, turning to look at the lovely woman as she strolled past them.
When she entered the deli Marty didn't notice, at first, the parole officer that she had become acquainted with during her tour of duty at the prison. She took a tray, placed her order, got coffee and picked up the platter full of food at the cash register. When she turned to find a table she noticed Graham sitting by the window.
He spoke first, "Marty? Is that you?"
"Hi Graham. It's been a long time. How are you?"
"OK I guess. Yeah, I'm fine. How's things?" he asked.
"Well, you know I don't work for the state anymore. I left my job there about three months ago. I got my diploma and my degree. I work at Steinfeld's in the security section and I love it." She nodded to the empty chair at Graham's table asking with gestures if she could join him.
"Please, have a seat," he said. Graham got up to pull the chair out for her. When she was seated he helped her to scoot up close to the table.
Over dinner and a couple more drinks Marty and Graham caught up on each other's recent pacts. He told her that his girl friend had left him and moved to another state.
Marty listened, felt sympathy for the handsome guy, and told him she'd considered calling him a couple of times but had never gone through with it because she didn't want to come between Graham and his girl friend. "Now that she's gone I guess you are a free agent," Marty said.
"Definitely a free agent. I'm having a hard time adjusting to being alone," he confided. "I got used to having her there and maybe I started to take her for granted. Now that she's gone I miss her a lot."
Marty signaled for the waiter to bring them each another drink. She tipped her glass to Graham and said, "Here's to our harpy futures and to the past that we've both learned from."
"Cheers," he said, although he didn't sound like he meant it.
"Hey, would you like to see my new apartment?" Marty asked. "I live close by and I have a terrific wet bar. I can make us a night cap."
Graham didn't answer, he stood, pulled his jacket on, walked around and helped Marty with her chair again. With her arm through his they walked out, down the street, heading for the high rise where Marty lived.
When they got into the apartment he complimented Marty on the choice of decorations, commented on the view, and asked, "How about that drink you offered me? I could use a little bracer."
She mixed strong bourbon and sodas for them and handed Graham the drink. "Maybe we could get more comfortable and enjoy our drinks in the bedroom," Marty suggested.
"I think I could deal with that," he replied.
In the bedroom Marty took the glass from Graham's hand and sat it on the bedside table. "Go ahead, Graham. Get comfortable."
Marty began to undress as she moved around the room. She turned off the lamps and let the illumination of the city lights serve in place of the candles she had forgotten to buy.
In the dim light the couple, naked, moved to the bed. Graham, nervous after being alone for so long, sat up, resting a against the headboard of the big bed. Marty lay down, her head resting on his thigh.
"Has it been a long, long time for you Graham?" she asked. His cock was hanging between his legs just inches from her face and it's slow stiffening made her certain that he was horny. She watched it grow. The color at first pale, the skin limp. Then as the organ filled up, more color, less skin. Especially his ball-sac as it shrunk. The nuts became visible. She could almost hear them gurgling with his pent up load. That's why she asked the question.
"Well, if you don't count all the hand jobs I've been giving myself it's been quite a while. If you count the hand jobs then I'd have to tell you it's only been three or four hours."
"Tell me what you want," she said. Marty reached for the cock and brought it to her lips.
Graham said, "That. That's what I want. A blow job. I love a good blow job."
Marty opened her mouth and guided the cock between her lips. She pulled the skin back to reveal the head of the dick. She extended her tongue to lick the sensitive tissue and felt the entire shaft harden a little more.
Graham turned on his side to give her a better shot at his cock. He reached down to fondle her tits while she tantalized him with her lips and tongue.
Marty's nipples, in Graham's fingers, stiffened and stood up. She groaned with the pleasure he gave her by stretching and tickling the flesh of her tits.
Graham, getting hotter, turned back to sit straight up again. He pulled Marty over with him so that she lay between his outstretched and widely parted legs.
Marty held his cock in her hands and dipped her head down to lick his balls. She stroked the cock with the same rhythm of the wet caresses she planted on his nuts and made him groan.
Graham bent his knees up and scooted down a little. In that position his crotch was directly in front of Marty's face. He watched while she began to suck him off, reveling in the sight of his own cock disappearing in her mouth and then reappearing, wet with her saliva.
"I think I may get off pretty fast," Graham said. "I get hot of real easy."
Marty couldn't talk with her mouth full but she managed to say, "Mm, hmm," to indicate "yes" to his suggestion that he cum fast.
Marty propped herself on her elbows and began to bob her head up and down, sucking as she raised up, blowing as she lowered her mouth onto him again.
Graham laid his hands on Marty's shoulders, gently as if he was afraid he might break her rhythm. He wanted to shout out how good her blow job felt but he restrained himself. He held his breath, gulping in air when he did breath, and tried to remain very still.
Marty began to move faster, sliding her tongue over the bottom of Graham's hard cock, creating a wondrous friction against the tender places. When she felt the ridge of the head of his cock against the insides of her lips, she pressed harder with her tongue and then relaxed that pressure as the cock vanished back into the depths of her mouth.
"Oh, it's close. It's real close," Graham said. "I'm going to cum. I gotta do it."
Marty nodded a little and maintained her tempo on the hot cock.
The first spurt of Graham's cum hit the back of Marty's throat, she gulped it down and gripped the cock tighter at it's base with a circle of her thumb and forefinger. She bobbed faster and faster up and down, loving the sensation of the big rod going off in her mouth.
Graham's hands shifted from Marty's shoulders to grip the sheets. His legs went id, his toes curled back, his breathing but stopped and his head lolled back against the wall.
His big cock jerked and heaved, pouring cum out of the end. His balls drew up tightly against his body and forced shot after shot of his cum up and out.
The hot, fiery liquid spurting through the delicate tubes in his cock sent jolts of pleasure through his loins, rattled him deeply, and made him cry out finally in ecstasy.
Marty didn't let up. She gripped the cock tighter with her lips, she pressed harder with her tongue and she sucked harder, all the while she thrust up and down on the long, thick shaft.
When Graham finally began to shiver and shake she finally stopped the blow job and remained with her mouth enveloping the cock. She remained very still and let him settle down.
When Marty finally moved she rolled from between Graham's legs and onto her back. She said, "My tits. Work my tits."
When Graham leaned over to plant the first kiss on Marty's breasts he saw her hands go to her own crotch. Before he could say anything he saw her fingers of one hand spread the vulva and the fingers of the other hand reach up inside. Graham understood that she wanted to hand fuck herself and that she craved the thrill of having him sucking on her nipples. He opened his mouth wide, covered the nipple of one breast and reached to fondle the other in his hand.
"Oh yes. Oh yes. That feels so good," Marty said in a husky whisper. "I love that. Suck 'em hard."
Graham kept on eye on Marty's hands. He wanted to watch as she fingered herself to orgasm.
He saw the two fingers of her left hand holding the cunt lips parted and the fingers of her right hand plunging in and out. He saw that she used her thumb to rub her clit and he understood that she was trying to reach both the G-spot and the clit at the same time.
To help, Graham placed his hand on Marty and slipped his finger through hers. He reached in, back and up to touch the horny tissue known only recently as the Graffenberg Spot. As soon as his broad finger tip began to stroke the area Marty began to thump her body up and down.
He still help her nipple in his mouth, sending heat waves all trough her chest. Marty worked on the clit and left the hot G-spot to Graham. She was filled, almost to overflowing, with the incredible sensations of two hands laboring on her pussy.
It happened fast for Marty. She was thinking about how Graham's cock had felt in her mouth, how good his cum had tasted. She thought too about how good his finger felt way up inside of her and suddenly the climax was upon her.
Trembling and groaning she began to experience the phenomenal contractions of the muscles of her vagina. The spasms sent jolt after jolt rippling through her crotch, her loins, the inner parts of her thighs, and all through her body.
As Marty started to cum there was almost a wail that escaped from her throat. She cried out in utter abandon and sheer delight letting the orgasm rocket around in her guts.
When she stopped stroking her own clit, Graham stopped massaging the G-spot and they fell back onto the bed, spent, fulfilled and happy.
Much later, in the dark of the night, Marty nudged Graham and said, "Let's go into the living room. I want to talk to you."
Seated on the couch, the lights off in the front room too, they faced the view of the city.
"Graham," Marty began seriously. "I need to ask your help with something."
"Sure. You name it."
"Remember Kit, the inmate that I liked so much?"
"Yes. Of course I remember him. He's on my case load."
Marty was stunned. "On your case load? Do you mean Kit White?"
"Yeah. He was paroled about two weeks ago," Graham said. "Why? What is your interest in Kit?"
"I know that as an employee of the state it would be improper for me to have any contact with him now that he's out. However, since I no longer work for the state I want to see him. Will you arrange it for me?"
"I should say no and try to keep your attentions all for myself." Graham snuggled Marty close. "But, since it's you, I'll say yes."
"Thank you Graham. Kit is nice guy. Even though he was locked up once, I want to see him succeed. I want to see him make it."
They returned to the bedroom for another round of sex and then deep sleep for the remainder of the night. Early in the morning Marty woke Graham so he could go home to get ready for work. She made him promise that he would call her later in the morning to tell her when the meeting with Kit would take place.
CHAPTER NINE
THE REUNION
Graham was good for his word. He contacted Kit as soon as he got into the office. He explained that Marty and he had met the night before and that she wanted to see Kit.
Kit was beside himself. Normally quiet and reserved the ex-con laughed out loud and told Graham that he would love to see Marty. He recalled the time she entered his room during the night to fuck and he wanted to have another go with her.
Dinner and drinks were the agenda for the meeting. Marty chose a casual little restaurant where they could go without having to dress. She didn't know if Kit would have had enough time or money to buy dress clothing.
She was careful not to make him feel uncomfortable. She wore jeans and a sleeveless blouse under a beige rain coat which she tied around her middle with a long belt.
Her bust line was clear with the coat tied tight, her wide hips obvious as she moved. Marty checked herself in the mirror one last time before she left to meet Kit. Deciding she looked alright, she hurried to keep their date.
The little car sparkled in the bright neon lights as she pulled into the parking lot. Expecting to see Kit arriving on foot she was surprised when she looked at the parked luxury car next to where she'd pulled in.
Kit waved to her from the elegant foreign made car. He opened the door and stepped out. Marty could hardly believe her eyes. He wore a casual suit, no tie, and his shirt open down the front. He looked like a model from a fashion magazine.
As he walked over to her car, Kit's familiar smile crossed his face and in the colored lights she could see his even white teeth gleaming.
The reunion was supposed to take place over dinner but Kit convinced Marty, there in the parking lot, to follow him home. "I have a house a few miles from here. If you'll keep close to me in traffic we can go there and have a lot more privacy."
Marty agreed and they pulled back into traffic. She couldn't believe the Kit she was driving along behind was the same guy she'd known at the prison. He looked the same, a little more refined perhaps, but he seemed different somehow.
The house Kit owned was an enormous, sprawling affair. The driveway circled up over a sloping lawn and had two gates, an entrance and an exit. The grounds around the house were lighted at night and Marty could see a pool and a tennis court beside the huge house.
Marty stared, open mouthed, astounded, at the spread. When Kit walked up to open the car door for her, Marty asked, "How? Who?" She grinned sheepishly as her own blundering and tried again, "Kit, is this yours?"
"It's an inheritance. My grandfather left everything to me so that when I got out of the slammer I wouldn't be at anyone's mercy." He opened the door, helped Marty out, and continued the explanation. "I've had this place for sometime but I kept it quiet so the other men back at the prison wouldn't think they could get money out of me."
"I know. You wanted to go on being one of the fellas. I understand," Marty said.
Inside the big house Kit showed Marty around. The interior was breath taking. Everything was white and all accessories were cream colored. The only other colors were the brilliantly colored painting that covered the walls. Indirect lighting subtly illuminated the big house in every room. There was soft music playing through speakers which were built into the ceilings.
Kit pressed a buzzer and a butler appeared. Not the typical British, stiff lipped butler but another young man, almost as handsome as his employer.
"Jere, would you ask Nancy to fix a snack for two?" Kit said. "We'll have drinks and the snack in the master suite."
Jere nodded, smiled to both Marty and Kit and disappeared into the kitchen.
Kit took Marty to his office, den, bedroom and enormous dressing and bath area. "Have a seat," he said. Kit went to the bar to mix drinks.
"I can't get over all this," Marty said. "I think it's wonderful for a guy like you to come into such circumstances."
"I won't lie," Kit said. "I love it. Being rich beats the hell out of being poor." He pointed to a lithograph that hung behind his desk. In the picture a man stood with a foot on the bumper of a Rolls Royce. He had a glass of champagne in his hand and the caption under the picture said Poverty Sucks.
The snack which Jere served them was tiny sandwiches, relishes and chips. Although out of character for the house and the environment the goodies hit the spot.
When they'd finished puttering with the food and downed the drinks Kit asked Marty if she could stay over night.
"I'd planned on inviting you to stay with me," she said laughing. "I thought I was going to be meeting with a down trodden, end of the line ex-con and I was going to impress you with my little sports car and new apartment. I feel so silly."
"Please don't. I wanted to see you anyway but I was hesitant to call because I didn't know for sure if it would be right," Kit explained.
Marty asked, "Remember that last night when I came to visit you in your room?"
"How could I forget it?" Kit laughed. "It was the first time I had sex in a long time and it was unexpected. It was great."
"Could we try for a replay?" Marty asked. She laid a hand on Kit's arm and stroked his skin.
Marty lifted the hand to his lips and kissed the fingers. He pulled Marty to him, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth. Their lips parted and their tongues touched. Marty leaned against Kit and felt the heat of his body through their clothing.
When their lips parted, Kit answered the question. "I can't promise a replay but I think we could work something out that would be gratifying to us both."
He untied the belt and helped Marty remove her coat. He opened the buttons of the shirt, slowly slipped it over her shoulders and down her arms. When he saw that she wore no bra he leaned down to kiss her full tits.
Marty closed her eyes and thrust her chest forward to give Kit a better opportunity to caress her nipples.
He opened the snap and zipper on her pants and as he pulled them down over her legs, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Marty steadied herself with her hands on Kit's shoulders and she stepped from the pants.
Naked, standing in front of Kit, Marty spread her, legs slightly and allowed Kit to lower his face to her crotch.
She wanted to get into bed; she wanted to fuck but she couldn't tear herself away from the warm breath and the wet, hot lips and tongue that were beginning to caress and stroke the lips of her cunt.
Marty had stopped shaving her pubic hair but it had barely grown back in and was very short. Kit felt the soft little hairs tickling his nose and when he looked closely he saw that Marty had been shaving herself.
He raised himself to a standing position and said, "I'd like to see you after you've shaved. If you do that again will you let me help?"
Marty said, "If I do it again, I'll let you do that part. You can shave me if you want to."
"For now, I think we need to get on the bed, don't you? There's no need to fuck on the floor here."
Marty laid on the bed and waited while Kit removed his clothing. She was turned on and unconsciously began to stroke her own breasts with her hands.
"Hey, don't start without me," Kit chided.
When he laid down beside her, Marty turned and rolled over on top of Kit. Her tits pressed into his chest, and where his cock pressed up, she heaved her pelvis downward, rubbing the big cock against her cunt.
Kit wrapped his arms around Marty and held her close. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. When he turned her head just a little so he could lick at her ticklish little ears Marty became very hot.
She caressed Kit's shoulders and the sides of his body with her hands. She ground her pussy against him and got his cock rock-hard. As the big organ stood straight up, Marty opened her legs a little to let it stand up in the crevice of her legs. She rocked back and forth a little to create some slight friction on his cock.
"Oh, that feels so fucking good," Kit whispered. He still held his mouth close to her ear and as he spoke the warm moist breath inflamed her even more; her ears were one of the most sensitive and erotic parts of her body.
"I think you should be on the bottom," he told her. "Roll over and let me get on top. I want to fuck you good. I need to get deep into you."
Marty gripped Kit's shoulders and rolled with him. When she was on the bottom she brought her legs up high so that he knees were almost touching her shoulders.
Kit shifted his hips a little and felt the hot wetness of her cunt against the shaft of his cock. He heaved back and then plunged his rod into her. The sudden, tight, not, wet fit of her pussy on his cock was utter pleasure.
For Marty the fullness of his cock made her feel that she had been filled with a molten liquid. Fire spread through her cunt, into her loins, down her legs and finally consumed her. She loved the incredible, almost indescribably feeling of having a virile man on top of her, probing into her cunt with his cock, pressing the head of his organ against her womb and spreading heat all through her.
The juices had begun to flow in them both. Kit's cock was dribbling the delicious crystal clear fluid he knew as precum. Marty's cunt was oozing the lubricating liquids which had an erotic aroma to them and which served to stimulate her partner as well as lube the path his cock was following.
She grabbed her legs and spread them as far apart as she could get them. What she presented to Kit was her unobstructed genitals. He had a straight shot at her pussy and with his fairly long cock it made it good for them both.
His balls slapped against the lower portion of her vulva, adding fuel to her fire. His muscled belly rubbed against her softer tummy and his chest with all it's hair tickled her nipples.
"Hard. Do it hard. Fuck me hard," Marty begged. She wanted to feel his urgency and his need as well as her own.
Kit obliged her by stepping up the tempo. He was careful not to fuck too hard but instead he fucked her faster stirring up a heated friction inside of her pussy.
The muscles of his ass cheeks were flexing and relaxing as he drove his cock home. His legs were bent but hard as wood because he was rigid.
As the speed of his thrusts into her increased, Marty began to approach the climax. Her body was like a vast thing filled with stimulating warm liquids, all swirling around, splashing against distant shores, washing the little brooks of her interior. She felt like she was controlling the universe; it was, also, like she was incapable of doing anything but laying there enjoying the hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
The faster Kit fucked her, the more often his pubic flesh came into firm contact with hers, the more Marty's cunt lips swelled and heated up. He started to grind his hips from side to side as he fucked her. He was doing the exact thing that Marty loved so much, he made his cock rub against all the inner surface of her pussy.
"Yeah," she gasped. "Now, it's here."
"I'm cumming too," he rasped.
"Oh..." she managed and then as he was tumbling down a mental corridor, her body in control, the powerful orgasm leading her.
Juices gushed from Marty, adding heat and more lubrication to their sex organs. She arched up to pound her cunt again Kit each time he came down onto and into her.
When his orgasm began his cock jerked powerfully twice and began spit out long white ropes of cum. He flexed up his whole body and held fast for a moment to let the first few spasms shake him, then, he went into a frenzy of rapid, short thrusts making their combined climaxes powerful and deep.
Their could only be heard the rustling of the bedclothes and the heavy breathing of the couple. There was, also, a lot of squishy sounds as they continued to rush together.
The hot juices they produced and which leaked from Marty spilled onto the bed in a giant puddle. She wanted more, more, more.
Marty held tight to Kit and thrust up to meet him until he collapsed atop her. Her pussy was still throbbing and pulling at him, sucking his cock back into her.
Kit make a few final pushes with his big cock into Marty to finish off the wonderful orgasm.
They lay, entwined, hot and sweaty and extremely happy with the outcome of their sexual encounter.
"That was really good. I needed that more than you can imagine," he told Marty when he could get his breath back.
"I needed it too. If you don't mind, I'll stay the night and we can see how many times we can get off together."
He nestled his head against her chest, pressing his mouth against the soft side of his boob and nodded. He didn't speak -- he couldn't. He kissed Marty's tits and then lay still, his cock still buried to the base inside of her hot cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
THE MORNING AFTER
Kit and Marty slept soundly through the night, wrapped in each other's arm, and content after having fucked so long and so good.
When the first rays of the morning sun filtered in through the bedroom windows Kit woke up and saw Marty cuddled against his shoulder. Rather than wake her he lay for a few minutes and admired her beauty.
For a women of thirty, Marty was very sexy. He looked over her body taking in the swells and hollows and the enticing curves. Carefully he laid his free hand on her breasts and felt the erectile tissue firm up under the gentle weight.
Slowly he let his hand slide down over her belly to the short, soft hair above her pussy. When his middle finger brushed lightly over her clit Marty mumbled in her sleep and squirmed a little, pressing her cunt upward toward the delightful sensations caused by Kit's finger.
He held her close with the arm she rested on. He brought the hand that had been caressing her to his mouth and wet the long middle finger with saliva. When he lowered his hand to her cunt again the middle was lubricated and warm. He tapped Marty's clit a couple of times and brushed it with the pressure a butterfly might exert as it beat it's wings against her love button.
Marty, still asleep, spread her legs a little. Kt wondered what his ministrations might stir in her dreams. He imagined that she was seeing wonderful, erotic things in the dream world.
"Marty..." he said softly. "Marty, are you awake? Are you asleep? Where are you Marty?"
She opened her eyes, her vision was hazy at first and then she saw the handsome face smiling down at her. Marty smiled back, groggy and barely aware of the hand resting in her crotch.
"Marty, what were you dreaming?" he asked. "Were you having a sexy dream?"
"Yes I was," she said. "Was I talking in my sleep?"
"No, you groaned a little and spread your legs. I wondered if you were dreaming about me?"
"I'm not sure what it was I dreamt. I just know that I was becoming aware of your fingers playing with me down there," she answered. "It felt so good."
Kit wet his finger again and laid his hand on Marty's cunt again. He stroked the labia with his fingers and felt it turn warm and puffy. Carefully he spread he pussy apart and slipped that long middle finer into her.
Marty groaned again and lifted her butt up off the bed. She spread her legs a little further and said, "Ooo, that feels good."
Kit knew a lot about the female anatomy. He'd studied it in books and he had "first hand" experience.
Kit curved his finger slightly and inched in into Marty. He was searching for the hot spot. He wanted to give her a hand job by stroking her G-spot. When his fingertip brushed the delicate tissue and Marty's body spasmed he knew he'd found it. Kit removed his finger, smelled the exciting fragrance of Marty's cunt, then he licked his finger again to lubricate it and to taste her juices.
When he reached down to probe into her again Marty guided his hand. She held his wrist and hand and directed him back into her pussy.
She wiggled his hand around and showed him just how to stroke the sexy ace. As Kit did what she wanted Marty let go of his arm and hand and reached for his cock.
What she found was a hard on waiting for her that really excited her. Instead of trying to jack off Kit, she just held his big dick in her hands, feeling the contours, the heat and the stiffness. She let her imagination run wild. Allowing her fantasies to take over and Kit's finger up inside of pussy she laid back and let nature take it's course.
Having spent so much time giving herself hand jobs Marty responded readily to Kit's finger fuck. She clung to his cock, running her hands up and down, touching the ridge of his cock's head and feeling the wide girth at it's base.
Kit held his thumb on Marty's clitoris and stroked it gently. His finger plugged into her stroked the hot G-spot and he made her sex ready quickly. He felt the slight tugging contractions of her pussy as the muscles in there began to thump and pull at his finger. He felt the heat increase and the juices flow freely.
Marty began to undulate her hips, grinding against the fingers that were fucking her. She wanted to cum badly, the dreams had made her hot and Kit's fingering her pussy before she woke up added to her need. Now, with her clit being stroked and her G-spot being caressed she was just about to cum.
Marty reached up to kiss Kit. He lowered his head and their lips met. As his hand manipulated her he probed into her mouth with his tongue exciting her even more.
Marty's orgasm wasn't long in coming, her cunt clamped down on the finger that was pleasuring her. The grip lasted extra long for a simple contraction and then there was a wave of spasms that sucked at the finger. As she plunged into the sexual release her cunt worked like a milking machine. She involuntarily pulled at the finger, caressing it with the silky lining of her pussy, squeezing it and drawing it in and pushing it out.
Marty's kiss changed from just a passionate exchange to a message of utter urgency. She pressed her mouth against Kit's and returned the probing with her tongue.
Juices flowed from her cunt and wet Kit's hand from the wrist down. He started to pump his finger in and out to further arouse and delight Marty.
Kit held his hand, busy as it was, against her pussy and kept her going as long as he could. He held his lips against hers and continued the long, passionate kiss.
Marty's heels pounded the bed; she squirmed and thrust and pulled at the hand that was giving her such pleasure. She gasped for air and let her mind go off on a fantasy trip that was absolutely wild and abandoned. She imagined sexual things that she would probably never have tried in reality. But, in fantasy, she let the imaginary things happen.
After a long time she let go of Kit's cock with one hand and gripped his wrist to stop the finger fucking he was providing her. She held the hand still, keeping the probing finger buried in herself.
They lay still for a time so that Marty cold regain her composure and her breath. When they finally moved she wanted to return the favor for Kit.
Instead of simply lying beside him and jacking him off she moved to position her cunt directly over his face. With Kit flat on his back and her pussy mere centimeters above him, all her weight resting on her knees, she reached for the hard cock again.
Kit pulled her downward by placing his hands on her thighs. With her pussy spread wide and stuck over his mouth he opened his mouth wide and began to lick out her cunt with his broad tongue.
Marty held Kit's cock with both hand and started to pump it up and down. She watched as his balls raised and lower as she tugged at the flesh of his cock.
Kit closed his eyes and concentrated on the sweet and acrid taste of her box. He tasted the salty sweetness of her and felt the silky lining of her. He reached as far in as he could with his tongue and felt her hands on his cock respond to the titillation of his oral sex.
Marty stroked him with long, gyrating strokes. She watched the skin slide up and then back, each time revealing the dark head of his cock. The piss slit spread a little each time she tugged down toward the base. She was fascinated by how the amazingly hard cock could be manipulated.
Kit groaned loudly because he couldn't say anything. He wanted her to know that he was about to cum. Over and over he groaned and then suddenly the first spurt of his cum fired from the end of his big cock.
Like pieces of cotton rope, the white strands blasted out of his cock. Marty realized at once that each time the big dick jerked in spasm another load of cum shot out. She pumped and twisted the cock with her hands and watched the amazing sight.
Kit's cock had swollen and reddened even more. The cum that spurted from the big organ arched through the air and then spattered down onto his legs.
Marty continued jacking the cock until there was nothing left to come out and until Kit was almost whining when the absolute, utter pleasure.
When Kit finally moved his hands from Marty's thighs to hold her hands still on his cock she understood that he had reached that point where more stimulation was uncomfortable. She raised up a little too so that he could breath easier. She didn't change her position though, she remained on her knees with her pussy directly above his face.
When Marty looked down through her own legs at Kit's face she saw that he was gazing with glassy eyes at her cunt and licking his lips where her juices had coated his mouth.
It took some doing but they finally moved out of the sensual position and lay side by side.
Kit said, "I never thought I'd ever want another hand job after all the time I spent jacking off by myself but if you can do me that way all the time I'll be happy to settle for hand jobs."
"I like that too," Marty confided. "Most guys think they have to fuck all the time to show how masculine and virile they are but nothing beats a good finger fucking."
They discussed the things they'd done the night before and how much they each enjoyed getting off with hand jobs. When Kit finally reached over to press the buzzer that would signal the butler to bring coffee he gave Marty a love tap on her butt and said, "Cover up. He usually waits in the hallway for me to wake up. He'll be right in so cover up with a sheet."
When the butler came in pushing the little cart he wore only a black jock strap. He smiled at Marty and nodded to Kit. When he left the room Kit smiled and said, "He's dressed formally today because I have company. When its just he and I and Bretta, the cook, we never dress until late in the day."
"I'm flattered, I guess," Marty said. "Too bad he felt he needed to dress though. I like his looks and I'd prefer to see him naked."
"Oh, you will. He and I and Bretta have a lot of three-ways and later on we'll all have a groupie if you want to. You can see all you want then."
"I think I'm going to like visiting with you," Marty said. Her fertile imagination was already off and running, composing a mental picture of Jere, the butler, with nothing on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
FOUR ON A BED, THE ULTIMATE GROUPIE
Kit and Marty showered and went downstairs for breakfast. At Kit's encouragement that did not dress. "I don't want Jere and Bretta to feel they have to get dressed. We have an understanding here that they can work in the nude if they want to. Besides, I want you to get a look at these two."
While Jere served breakfast to Kit and Marty she checked out his cock and balls. She was taken by the shaped and size of his organs and wanted to feel him up but decided against it until later.
When Bretta came into the dining room, naked too, to bring the newspaper to Kit Marty could see why Kit found her so nice to have around. Bretta's body was small but firm and beautifully formed. Her little breasts were perky, standing straight out then with the nipples curving upward.
Like Marty, Bretta had trimmed the bush above her cunt too, and it made her look more like a teenage than an adult.
Kit watched Marty looking at Jere and he smiled when he saw that Marty stared openly at the butler's cock. When Jere left the room Kit asked, "Interested in a group encounter?"
"If you really don't object to it, yes I am interested. He's a very handsome fellow. Nicely endowed too."
"I would imagine that he finds you attractive too. I've seen how he looks at you."
After breakfast Kit and Marty walked out to the pool. Surrounded by a high brick wall they were as secure and private as if they'd remained in the bedroom. They both were still naked.
In the bright sunlight they lay on chaise lounges and relaxed. Kit looked over at Marty and asked, "If you had known that I'd come into money would you have tried to avoid ever meeting me again or would you have sought me harder?"
Marty looked at Kit for a long, silent moment before she answered. "Money has nothing to do with my reason for being here Kit. I always thought you were different from the other men at the prison. And, of course, I've remembered the night we got together. I've recalled that night with a special affection and fondness. I'm actually disappointed that you would even wonder what effect your money would have on me."
"I didn't mean for the question to sound quite the way it did," Kit explained. "I guess I'm still a little paranoid after all the time I spent locked up. Liberation is something that's hard to come by."
"I'm sure it is," Marty agreed. "I would like to be your friend and confidant if you'll let me. Let me work with you to help make your adjustment easier."
"There is one thing I should explain to you," Kit added after a moment of reflection. "Jere isn't just my butler. He's my former partner and all the time I spent in jail was for him. I got caught and he got away. I never gave up any secrets and he remained free. Now, he is devoted to me for reserving his freedom. And, Bretta, she's my former secretary and sometime sweetheart. She was involved with us but she never got caught either."
Marty was surprised at the revelation. "I have to admire the kind of friend who will go to jail for someone and not tell anything about him or her to the police."
A few minutes later Jere and Bretta came out onto the patio to join Kit and Marty. Jere had taken off his black jock strap so they were both naked as Kit and Marty.
There was nothing said among the four sexy people. Bretta went to Kit and Jere went to Marty. Kit looked over at Marty, he nodded and winked. And, instead of taking Bretta there on the patio, he took her inside.
Jere and Marty looked into one another's eyes for a few silent seconds. He smiled finally, laid his hand on Marty's leg and asked, "You know Kit and I were partners? If you'd like we can share among ourselves, the way we used to do."
Marty had been looking closely at Jere, assessing his physical attributes. When he made the proposal she accepted it. "Yes, he explained everything to me. I am a liberated woman and I have no problem with sharing among liberated adults." She raised her leg under Jere's hand and scooted down on the lounge.
"May I?" he asked.
"I'm not sure what you are asking me," Marty answered. "What do you mean?"
"May we have sex?"
"I'd like that very much," she answered.
Jere got up, went to the bar, dug through one of the cabinets and when he returned he carried a jar of lubricant. He explained to Marty, "I doubt that you need any artificial lubricant but this is different. I'd like for you to try it."
He scooped up a gob of the clear stuff and reached between Marty's legs. He smeared the stuff on the lips of her cunt and then pushed some of it into her.
He stood up, scooped more onto his fingers and smeared that onto his own cock. It stiffened, grew in his hand, and remained standing erect when he let it go.
Marty wore an odd expression on her face. "Its warm," she finally said.
"Yes. It has some camphor in it."
Jere reached out a hand to Marty and helped her stand up. "Over here," he said. He walked her to the wide diving board and laid her down. Climbing onto the board he stationed himself between her legs.
Marty was eager to try it with Jere. His cock, though not as long as Kit's, was thick and looked good to her.
When he positioned himself there, on his knees, he reached down, took hold of Marty's legs and lifted them high to drape them over his shoulders. He leaned forward to brace his hands on the diving board beside her shoulders.
Because Jere's cock was so hard he didn't need to guide it in with his hand. He simply lowered his body until his cock was pressing at the apex of Marty's cunt. He hiked his hips a little and rubbed his cock back and forth against her clit and made her groan a funny little sound.
"Tell me how you want it," he said.
"I just want it," Marty said. "Just fuck me. Make it feel good just by being inside of me."
Jere lowered his cock back down a little and pressed forward. When he entered her pussy Marty arched her back and rose to meet him. The thick cock felt as good as she'd hoped it would. It stretched her quite a bit, the fiery fullness felt good. She was being filled again almost the way it had been with the dancer with the huge cock.
Jere rocked back and forth, at first making short entries into her love tunnel. Eventually he lengthened his strokes in and out creating a wonderful long, sensual rubbing against his cock and her cunt.
"Tell me if it feels good. Tell me how it feels. Talk dirty to me," Jere said. "I like to hear dirty talk when I fuck."
Marty was surprised by the request and instead of complying she said, "No, you talk dirty to me. You make me hot. Make me cum. Tell me how it feels to have your big cock stuffed into my cunt and how good it will feel when you shoot off inside of me. You talk dirty to me you motherfucker. You pea-brained wore hound. You tell me how it feels and tell me what you need."
Jere immediately began talking. It was rare for a woman to out guess him as Marty had done. He began to tell her how tight her pussy was and how big his cock was and how much he liked being in her. "I love to show off my cock and I love to fuck. I need sex a lot. I have to jack off during the day. Would you like that? I bet you'd like to see me playing with myself wouldn't you? No? I bet you'd like to suck me off. I love to have a woman lick my balls while I beat my meat and shoot my cum all over myself. Most of all I like to fuck though. I like to dump my nuts and fill a woman's pussy with my cum."
The effect on Marty came as an additional surprise. She'd never been especially aroused by vulgar language but having Jere fucking away while he stared down at her and talked about the rawest aspects of sex made her start to heat up faster than usual.
Marty got into the dirty talk with Jere. "You're a good fuck. That big, thick cock of yours feels good in me. I love it. I love a man who likes to show off his cock and play with himself while I watch. I love to suck a big cock while the guy's got his tongue in my cunt, eating me out. But, I like to fuck best of all too. You make me hot with your nasty talk but mostly it's that big cock of yours sliding in and out of me and making me want to cum."
Jere closed his eyes, his expression changed and he suddenly pulled his cock out. He raised up, remaining on his knees, and took hold of his stiff dick. He began to pump at himself, giving himself a rapid and firm hand job.
Marty never missed a beat. She saw what he was doing so she got up too. On her knees, facing Jere, she reached down and began to caress herself with both hands. One hand worked on the labia, the other hand stroked her own clit.
When Jere was about to cum he stepped off the diving board and said, "Watch me." He turned so Marty would see his profile and as she looked on he literally spewed his seed all about him on the pool deck.
Long, pearly strands of cum stretched out of the end of his fat cock and fell to the sun warmed deck.
Marty launched her own burst of grunts and cries and fingered herself to climax. As Jere's cock bucked and pitched in his fist, she came with her fingers probing in her snatch and her thumb rubbing her clit.
Long after they'd cum and had gotten into the pool to cool off Marty asked, "How did you know I really like that?"
"I heard you," Jere answered. "In Kit's room this morning. I even saw you two getting off."
"Where were you?" Marty asked.
"In the next room, watching on closed circuit television. In fact, that's what Kit and Bretta were doing just now while you and I got off at the diving board."
Marty looked around and saw the little television camera affixed to the edge of the roof. She smiled and waved to Kit and Bretta.
When Kit and Bretta came out of the house to join Jere and Marty in the pool they were all smiles too. "That was great," Kit called out. Bretta nodded and smiled from ear to ear.
The rest of the afternoon the four hot and sexy people shared their bodies. The men and women kept swapping partners until the sun was pearly down. Kit suggested they all eat out that night. All the others agreed.
Marty dashed home to change clothes and hurried back to meet Kit, Jere and Bretta. They were waiting for her when she pulled into the driveway.
At the restaurant Kit and Jere talked liked old friends. Bretta and Marty got into a typically feminine conversation. They compared notes about men and masculinity.
When the waiter served their meals, he sat a little black velvet covered box on the table next to Marty's plate. The others smiled and stared at her. Marty looked around with a questioning look on her face.
When no one said anything she finally picked up the little box and opened it. Inside, to her astonishment, was a diamond ring.
Marty looked at the ring, then at the others, and back at the ring. She looked to Kit for an explanation and listened intently as he softly spoke the words, "I would like to marry you."
"Oh, but I... You're just saying that."
"I mean it. Very sincerely."
Marty could only nod her head. Bretta and Jere stood up, holding their glasses out to the others and cheered. While the other diners in the restaurant looked on, smiling at the happy foursome, Marty and Kit stood up too. They all clinked their glasses together and drank a toast.
Late in the evening, with Jere and Bretta reclining on a large couch along the inner wall of the living room, and with Marty and Kit lying on a lounge in front of the big window, they all made their plans.
A fourway marriage Kit cared it. "We'll all get married. The four of us. We'll have a double ceremony and we'll live as a foursome."
Marty couldn't have been happier. She was needed, at last. Not just a typical marriage where she would be needed by one man but a foursome where she would be needed by two men and she'd have a girl friend to share everything with.
While they listened, Marty took stock of her situation.
"I have the car I wanted. I got the job I wanted. Most of all I wanted to be needed and it appears I will be. I went without a lot of actual necessities to get through school and finally everything is falling into place for me."
As Kit, Jere and Bretta came to kneel at Marty's feet and make her feel fully welcome she smiled at each one and thought to herself, I'm on top of the world at last. Daddy's little vixen is on top.
