The overwhelming problems some people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under usual circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Esther Jackson is one of these people, for her problem-supporting an invalid husband-leads her to an occupation where she satisfies the desires of strange men.
AVAILABLE WIFE-the story of a young wife whose search for happiness takes her down a long road of abuse and degradation. A novel about a society which too often ignores a person's cry for help.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Are you married?" the man asked, lifting his buttocks from the sheet.
She hesitated a moment, and then without looking at him, answered, "Yes." She spread the warm oil liberally over his groin, then she grasped his prick with both hands. She watched with fascination as his long cock slid smoothly inside her moving hands. She carefully massaged him to a beautiful erection.
The man grinned, pleased that he had gotten hard so quickly. He usually didn't. "Does your husband know you work in a massage parlour?"
"Are you kidding? Of course he doesn't know. He thinks I work as a sales clerk in the five and dime. I only work the day shift so he won't get suspicious."
"You're good, honey, real good." He was breathing hard now. "You really know how to jack off a man."
"Not really," she said. "It just excites you to have a girl do it. I don't do it often enough to be good at it."
"Yeah, it's better when a girl does it, but I still say you're good. What's your name, anyway? Mine's Fred."
"Esther," she said, moving her hands up and down his cock in long, gentle strokes.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. They told me up front that you usually won't masturbate a guy. How come? And how come you're doing it to me?"
"I just felt like it. Do you want me to stop?"
"Christ no! I was just wondering why you don't do it all the time, as good as you are. It improves the tips, too, doesn't it?"
"It sure does, honey," Esther said. "It's the only reason I'm doing it."
Esther was lying, both to herself and the customer. After she had massaged his back and he turned over and his cock wasn't hard, she was disappointed. The urge to make his prick hard had been strong and she knew she would do it. It was becoming an obsession to arouse a man, a matter of pride. If he wasn't hard, it was her duty to make him hard, and if he was already hard, she had to make him come.
It wasn't like that at first, and she didn't want it to be that way, but she couldn't control herself. She knew she should quit the job, but she knew she wouldn't. Not for a while, anyway. It was difficult to admit, but she was beginning to enjoy seeing naked men, and she was starting to enjoy massaging them, especially jacking them off.
"Do you ever do anything besides jack a guy off?" Fred said.
"No, never."
"You won't give a guy a little head?"
"No."
"You won't fuck?"
"No. Absolutely not."
She had never cheated on her husband, not really. But it had taken some doing to convince herself that beating a guy off wasn't cheating.
"Will you kiss me?"
"I don't do that, either."
"How about going topless? You really got a nice set of jugs."
"Look, Fred, you didn't pay for any extras," she said with exasperation, but she didn't stop pulling on his cock. "You paid fifteen bucks for a straight massage. I'm really not supposed to play with your cock at all. If you wanted the works, you should have taken an expensive massage and one of the other girls."
"I wanted you, and I only had fifteen bucks with me. Mostly, though, I wanted you to do it."
His words made her tingle. "You're sweet," she said.
Fred was middle-aged with thinning hair and a spare tire around his middle. But his cock was beautiful. God, his prick was beautiful.
She grasped his shaft and pushed the foreskin up until it covered the glans, then she squeezed hard and came back down, watching the head, all coral and shining, pop free. Fred groaned. His cock really wasn't unusually large, six, maybe seven inches, certainly bigger than Dick's, but it had such a nice shape, so long and smooth, and the head was... well, it was just beautiful.
She always tried not to get turned on by a customer's prick, but this one made her tingle, and the guy was nice, spare tire and all.
Esther wore a sleek, tight gown, panties underneath, but no bra; it was the one thing management insisted on. Her tits were high, proud and pointed, and quite large. She had big, dark nipples and they were very prominent under the tight gown, especially when they were hard like they were now. She was getting hot.
In the beginning, she wouldn't play with a guy's cock, and she certainly hadn't done it every time, not until today. It was the good time of the month and she felt sexy. She had given six massages since coming to work, seven counting Fred, and when the first man of the day had groaned loudly and came all over her hands after only a dozen strokes, she got tingly all over.
All but two of the guys had made it, and she let their goo run all over her hands. She had taken a nip after each session, and she was a little tight. And now this damn guy, this damn fucking Fred; he was really turning her on.
She stared intently at the bulging prick in her hands. His time was already up, but she couldn't stop now. She had to get him there, see his sticky juice bubble out on her hands, or... God, maybe even spurt out on her face. She shivered with anticipation, her cunt juice soaking the crotch of her skimpy panties.
"How do you like it, Fred? Should I go fast or slow? I want you to like it, honey."
"Goddamn, I like it. Just keep doing what you're doing. You're a natural, Esther, a natural," he said, his hips coming up off the sheet to meet her downstrokes. "Most dames don't know how to jerk a guy off right, but you really got it down pat, baby. They're usually too rough and go too fast. The old cock is a sensitive organ, you know; it ain't made of steel. If it wasn't for the thrill of having a chick pulling on the old dong, it's better to do it yourself. Better control that way, you know, stopping and starting at just the right time."
"If you want me to stop for a second, say so," Esther said. She had the head of his cock in one hand, her fist wrapped all the way around, rubbing up and down. "Do you like that?"
"Jesus, do I ever."
"Do you fantasize about a girl when you do it to yourself?"
"Hell yes, that's what it's all about."
"Do you imagine you're... that you're screwing?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you do." Esther blushed, her insides churning with excitement. "Are you fantasizing now... about me? About what you'd like to be doing to me?"
"Hell no, I'd come too damn quick that way. I don't need to imagine anything with you jerking on my cock. I'm trying to think about taking out the garbage or mowing the lawn. God, Esther, you're the best-looking woman I ever saw."
She had a strong desire to please him. "Imagine that I'm lying on the table with you, and that I'm naked," she said. "And that you get up on top of me, and I open up my legs to let you in, and when you come down and push your cock up inside my cunt, I wrap my arms and legs around you and moan and kiss you and put my tongue inside your mouth."
"Oh, Jesus Christ, baby... I'm getting close!"
Esther stopped and pulled her hand away. "Don't come yet," she hissed. "Let's make it last. I want you to really come hard."
She reached up and pulled one of the thin straps off her shoulder, then pushed her gown down until one of her tits was exposed. Her nipple was large and hard, a dark reddish-brown.
"Do you like my tit?" she asked softly, her face flushed with excitement.
"Goddamn, do I!" he cried, his hand coming up.
She pushed it away. "Don't touch," she snapped. She pushed the other strap down and wriggled her gown to her waist. "Now don't touch me at all or I'll stop."
She took his cock in her fist again, and bent over his chest, letting her marble-hard nipples graze lightly back and forth. Then she brought her mouth to his, kissing him hard, her hand working feverishly on his cock. Her tongue slithered wetly in and out of his gasping mouth.
Fred's arms stuck straight out from his shoulders, his fingers opening and closing, and finally balling themselves into tight, knotted fists.
She stopped masturbating him and just held his prick tightly, her wet mouth sliding down his chin and throat, over his chest, and finally closing over one of his nipples. She sucked until his nipple stood hard and then she moved to the other one. When she had it hard as a berry, she moved on down. Fred moaned, his hips jerking convulsively.
She kissed lightly around the fringe of his pubic hair, her hand starting a slow movement again. She gripped his cock-shaft tightly, the head standing hard and shining above her fist. She blew hot breath over the crown.
"Would you like it if I put it in my mouth, Fred?" she whispered, her face red with embarrassment.
"Esther, Esther, suck my cock, please suck it!"
Esther had never sucked a cock, not even Dick's. She had kissed his cock, but she had always pulled away quickly. She'd heard plenty about it since she'd gone to work at the massage parlor. She even saw a girl doing it once when she'd accidentally opened the door of an occupied room, but she had quickly turned away and closed the door. And here she was possessed by the urge to take his prick in her mouth and suck it for a minute. It wouldn't hurt anything; Dick would never know, and she'd just do it for a minute.
"You'll tell me when you're ready to come, won't you, Fred? You won't try to come in my mouth?" She turned her head to look at him.
"Just suck it, Esther, please suck it!"
"Oh, my God, I shouldn't, I really shouldn't," she moaned.
Then her mouth came down over the head of his cock.
It was a sensation she hadn't expected as the needles of excitement pricked at her belly and sent the juices flowing in her cunt. The saliva flowed and she sucked greedily at the fat, slippery glans. It didn't taste bad, a little salty at first, but that passed, and she let the hard cock-head move on into her mouth until she had almost half his shaft in her mouth. She started moving up and down, imagining that his cock was in her cunt and she was fucking him, straddled on top, his prick deep in her cunt, fucking, fucking, fucking.
She sensed that he was about to come and started to back off, but his hands came down and held her head in place. When the first spurt shot into her mouth, she suspected that she wanted him to shoot off in her mouth, that she had intended to take him all the way from the start.
The first spurt was thick, and the second followed quickly, puddling in her mouth, and she hesitated, not sure what she was supposed to do. She felt nauseous for an instant, but it passed quickly, and she swallowed the slippery mess, the goo sliding down her throat.
It really didn't have any taste, but it was hot, very hot, and left a burning sensation all the way to her belly. It surprised her that she liked it, and the act of having a man's prick in her mouth excited her far more than she had ever imagined possible. And then to take his spend, actually let him come in her mouth and swallow it; well, she almost orgasmed.
"Good, good, good!" Fred grunted, thrusting eagerly. "Keep sucking, baby, take it all! Suck it all out!"
She did as he said, and sucked until there was nothing left. It left her strangely excited when she raised up and saw his limp prick shriveling. She felt guilty when she realized she didn't want it to shrink, that she wanted him to fuck her. She actually wanted this stranger to spread her out and push his prick up inside her cunt and fuck her, fuck her until she squealed for him to stop. The shame burned deep in her brain.
Fred sat up. "Jesus, I wish I had more money with me. I can't even give you a tip. I'm broke. But I'll come back, and I'll tip you double."
She realized all the men she'd had before had tipped her at least five bucks, and all she'd done was jack them off. She also realized that before she started pulling on their cocks, she'd never gotten a tip. "From now on, Fred, you get only what you pay for. No extras on the cheap massages... just a massage. I got carried away."
"Sure, sure," Fred said.
After Fred had gone, she went back to the waiting room, even though it was almost time for her to go home.
"Boy, you sure spent a lot of time with that guy," a girl named Jan said.
"I need a drink, Jan. Then I'm going home," Esther said.
She followed Jan into the girl's room and got a bottle. She took a long pull. She wiped her mouth and looked at Jan.
"I sucked his cock," she said, then blushed.
"For a fifteen-dollar massage? You got a lot to learn, honey."
"Yes. I learned it today."
On the way home, Esther decided to be extra nice to Dick. It really hadn't hurt him, what she had done, but it would help to ease her conscience. She was struggling to convince herself that she still hadn't cheated on him.
It bothered her, too, because she should feel terrible about what she had done, but she didn't. She was still too hot, still needed to be fucked. She thought about Fred's cock in her mouth and again she wished she had let him fuck her. She knew she was close to being drunk and would have to sober up before she got home.
Esther knew she had done wrong, had cheated on Dick even if she hadn't fucked with another man. She bit at her bottom lip. Maybe she would masturbate a guy now and then, for the sake of a tip, but that would be it, nothing more. Absolutely nothing more. And no more drinking on the job; it lowered her resistance.
God, if she could just know that Dick would be waiting to fuck her when she got home, but she knew that was impossible. Dick wouldn't fuck her when she got home. Dick couldn't fuck her.
CHAPTER TWO
When Esther got home, Dick was sitting in his wheelchair in front of the door. "You're late tonight," he said crisply.
Her heart went out to him; she loved him so much and he looked so helpless and small sitting there. She quickly knelt in front of him and laid her head gently in his lap.
"I'm sorry, darling," she said softly. Her hand rested on the crotch of his pants. God, she wished he could fuck her; she needed a cock so badly.
"Look up at me," Dick said sternly, lifting her face from his lap. "You've been drinking. You stopped in a bar after work."
The tears came to her eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry, darling. I stopped with one of the girls and had a drink. I just felt I needed it. I only stayed a few minutes."
"You smell like a goddamn brewery. Can't you think of anyone but yourself? I sit here all day, alone and in pain. Just waiting for you to come home and talk to me. My legs are killing me. I've needed you so bad to rub them. And you're out drinking, living it up."
Esther sobbed, tears streaming down her checks. She would quit tomorrow, she had to, she just had to.
Esther had first gotten the idea of working in a massage parlor while massaging Dick's legs. He told her she had wonderful hands, hands made for soothing aches and pains. At first she had thought a massage parlor was a place were people got massages. It was the only reason she took the job.
Dick had been laid up almost a year now. That fucking car accident, she thought. The insurance company had paid all the medical expenses, of course, and she didn't really think they were hurting that much, but Dick had insisted that she would have to go to work to keep up with everything. Dick had hated it. God, how he had hated it, but the insurance money was used up and he was still laid up, and still hurting. There would be more doctor bills. He actually cried the day she went out to look for a job.
They had no sex life, either. Dick was sure that this caused a much greater hardship on him than it did Esther. He was sure of it.
Esther had agreed with him until she realized that she was disagreeable, even bitchy at times, because she was in need, she needed a good fucking. She needed a prick. She began to realize it shortly after going to work.
She had married Dick when she was twenty-two; he was two years older, and after four years of marriage, she was completely satisfied. They fucked two or three times a week, and it was enough; she was happy. But then Dick had the accident, and a year of torment and soul-searching followed. She weathered the storm, though, until she went to work as a masseuse.
She had seen the ads for girls wanted that boasted two and three hundred a week with no experienced needed and she had applied at a massage parlor. After all, Dick had told her many times how talented her hands were. The parlor hired her immediately; she was a real looker, and built like a brick shithouse.
Esther was a bit naive and it took her a few days to figure out why so many men came in and paid such high prices for a massage. She felt very embarrassed when she finally realized that they came in to be masturbated.
The manager was a good-looking young man, and he never pressed her to go the whole route. She was great advertising because of her looks and he figured she would come around eventually.
Esther was terribly embarrassed just to see a strange man naked, but she got over that, and she soon looked forward to seeing their cocks, especially when the guy had a hard-on. It took several weeks before she would even touch a cock, but she had finally taken hold of one. She played with it a little, then at last she actually masturbated a guy. He was the first man to give her a tip, but not the last.
She remembered her first time. She had been a little awkward and the guy didn't come. It hurt that he didn't make it; it was a matter of pride, and she made damn sure the next one did.
"You don't have to pull on a guy's prick, I guess," her friend Jan had told her, "but you make a lot more dough if you do. You work on a commission, honey, and if you don't do the high-priced massages, well... and the tips ain't worth a shit, either."
Now Esther looked up at her angry husband. "Don't be angry, Dick. I didn't do anything wrong, honest," she whined, biting her Up at her little lie. She hadn't, really, she thought. She didn't let the guy climb aboard and fuck her; her cunt was still Dick's property, even if he couldn't fuck her. She had sucked a guy's cock, and she would never do it again.
Dick grabbed her and lifted her half off the floor and shook her. He was very strong, even sitting in a wheelchair. "You're hurting me, Dick," she whined.
"I'll do a lot more than hurt you if you ever start playing around."
"Playing around? Dick, I stopped for a drink with one of the girls. I was tired; I needed to unbend."
"Well, playing around is the next stop, and with me helpless in a wheelchair. You should be ashamed, Esther." He struck her across the face, sending her sprawling at his feet. "Don't ever do that again."
She looked up at him, a red welt on her cheek, her arms burning where he had gripped them. Yes, really helpless, she thought.
Dick felt his cock getting hard and fought the urge. Striking her had given him a real thrill. He wanted to fall on her and tear her panties off and fuck her, fuck hard and brutally.
"Go and get supper," he said. "My legs have been hurting like hell all day, and I want you to massage them after we eat. You'd better sleep in the spare bedroom again tonight; I'm afraid you'll keep me awake, and you know I need my sleep."
Esther got up and went to the kitchen.
CHAPTER THREE
When Esther got up the next morning, alone and frustrated, she had decided to quit. Her marriage was what counted, her life with Dick. It was her duty to care for him until he was up and around, if he ever... God, she couldn't let herself even think such a thing.
She had coffee and juice and then drove slowly to work. She carefully rehearsed her quitting speech as she drove, but by the time she got there, her resolve had weakened, and she decided since it was Friday, she would finish the week and quit at the end of her shift.
It was an unusually slow day, and she was glad. Only one man had come in, and he had taken one of the other girls. When it was lunch time, she and Jan decided to get away for an hour.
"It's the slowest day since I've worked here," Jan said. She looked at Esther across the table. "I'll order a couple of drinks and then we'd better talk. Something is troubling you."
"I'd better not have a drink. That's part of my problem. Dick was mad when I got home last night. He knew I had been drinking and accused me of being drunk. Then he accused me of all sorts of things. He doesn't know I work in a massage parlor; he'd kill me." Her eyes grew wet. "He hit me and knocked me down."
"The dirty bastard," Jan said. "All the more reason you should have a drink now." She held up two fingers when the waitress arrived. "Martinis," she said.
They had two martinis and then steaks. After they finished, Jan ordered one more round. Esther knew she would be drunk, but she didn't protest.
"I'm going to quit tonight," she said.
"You're nuts. What are you going to do, go back to being a little salesgirl? Make two bucks an hour?"
"Two-thirty," Esther corrected.
"Okay, two-thirty. You can make some real dough at the parlor if you come around like the rest of us." , "Oh, Jan, I feel so guilty-"
"Look, it buys steaks and martinis and nice clothes, and pulling on a guy's dong ain't so bad. Even going further is nice, if the guy is right. I had twinges of guilt, too, at first, and even thought of quitting, but I got over that. I'm divorced and have a little girl to think about, and it beats prostitution. My boy friend doesn't care, either. He likes it when I have a lot of bread to spend. And he says I fuck like a mink when I come home all hopped up."
Esther blushed. She still wasn't used to girls talking like that. She wanted to tell Jan that her husband was crippled, that she couldn't fuck like a mink when she got home, but she couldn't.
"No, honey, if you're smart, you won't quit. You'll jerk the old fools off when they come in, and fuck or suck if the money is right and the guy turns you on. You can even make some very profitable dates for when you're off duty."
By the time they got back to work, Esther was feeling no pain whatsoever. She sat on the long couch and smoked a cigarette, and the first man that came in sat beside her. He was middle-aged, had a little pot belly, and was bald-headed.
"What do you suggest today?" he said.
She took a price list and calmly suggested the fifty-buck special.
"Is that a complete body massage?" he asked, emphasizing the word complete.
"Yes, very complete," she heard herself say. She rested her hand on his thigh and slid a little closer to him. "It's very relaxing, and stimulating. You'll love it."
In the room, she took his money and told him to get undressed and he on his stomach.
She sprinkled talcum lightly over his back and worked at the muscles with her fingers. When she got to his buttocks, her fingers slid down the crease of his ass and then back up. She worked on his legs. She went all the way down to his feet and then back up to his thighs.
"Spread your legs apart," she said.
Her hand dipped down between his thighs and tickled lightly over his balls. "Do you like that?" she said.
"Yeah," he grunted, "feels great."
Next, she got the warm oil and spread it liberally over his back and thighs and calves, rubbing it in with long strokes. She poured some into the cleft of his ass and over his nuts. She spread it over his ass, her fingers delving into the cleft, and almost pushing into his puckered hole. He groaned then, and continued moaning while she gently massaged his balls.
"Okay, honey, it's time to turn over," she said.
She stepped back and he rolled over on his back. The old devil was already hard. His cock reared up.
"Shame on you, you have a hard-on," she said.
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "I always get one when a girl feels my balls."
"You mean like this?" she said, putting her hand between his legs. "Spread open, honey."
She cupped his balls in her hand and then she grasped his prick, her fist gliding smoothly up and off the shaft.
"I have to massage you first, sweetheart, then we'll see what we can do for that rascal." She held his cock in her hand for a minute. "He's so nice I hate to let go."
She spread oil on his chest and pot belly and worked it in, and then she did the same for his legs. His cock had gone limp when she poured the warm stuff over his groin.
"You naughty boy, you went soft," she whispered, lifting his cock-shaft up with one hand and teasing his balls with the other. "I think you need to get undressed," she said, and slowly rolled the fat foreskin back with her fingers. She took it all the way down and then back up, continuing until his cock was ramrod hard. "Ohh, isn't that fun? I think he likes it."
"Jesus Christ, that feels good!" he bellowed. "Don't stop!"
"I won't, baby, not until you come all over my arm. You have a nice prick; it's so hot and hard." She had her fist around the head, rubbing hard.
He reached out and put his hand on her hip.
"You're not supposed to touch the girls.
"Shit. You have such a fabulous body, and I'm so hot."
"Well, okay, but just for a minute. You can put your hand on my tit."
She pulled steadily on his cock. Her panties were growing wet and the heat from her cunt flooded into her belly. She just didn't care if it was wrong. It didn't hurt Dick if she masturbated this guy, or even let him put his hand on her tittie.
"Slip your hand inside my gown," she hissed. "Rub my nipple and make it get hard like your cock."
He rested on one elbow and reached for the shoulder strap on her gown.
"No, honey, just reach inside." She wrinkled up her nose and gave him a teasing smile. "Oh, all right, pull it down, but just one."
She let him slide the strap over her shoulder. He pulled the gown off her tit and grabbed a handful.
"Don't be too rough, honey. Just tease the nipple and make her stand up. She likes to get hard for a man's fingers." Esther felt a ripple of passion as the man manipulated her nipple. It came up instantly.
Her hand on his cock stopped moving and she closed her eyes to savor the thrill. Oh, God, Dick, she thought, I really do enjoy this; I wish I didn't, but I do. She squeezed his cock and started pumping again.
"I better get to work or you'll never make it, and I want to see you come," she said, increasing her jack-off speed.
He groaned at the thought of her watching his cock spurt and he knew he wasn't too far away. He fell back, releasing her tit.
"Come on, honey, go off! Go off and fill little Esther's hand with sticky goo!" She pumped faster. "Nice prickie," she hummed, "nice, nice prickie. Shoot, baby! Squirt, squirt all over Esther!"
"Oh, God, baby, I'm coming!" he shouted, raising up his hips.
Esther watched the first jet squirt up in the air, and in a rush of lust, she bent down and caught the second on her cheek. It was all she needed. Quickly her mouth closed over his cock. The first two spurts were wasted, but she got the rest. She sucked ravenously, pulling the slimy juice into her mouth. When she had a thick glob over her tongue she swallowed, drawing for more. It was a wonderful sensation to take a man's cum in her mouth; her cunt throbbed with excitement, the kind of excitement that cried out for relief, relief that would come only one way. She knew then that it was only a matter of time.
She drained his cock dry and stepped back, her hand automatically coming up to wipe the string of come off her cheek.
"Jesus," the man said, getting wearily to his feet. When he was dressed, he took out his wallet and handed her a ten-dollar bill.
"Gee, thanks," she said. "You're a real gentleman."
"You were worth every cent, baby. I sure didn't expect you to suck it."
"I wanted to."
When she got back to the waiting room, business had picked up. All three of the other girls were busy. She went to the women's John and took the bottle of Johnny Walker they kept in one of the stalls. She took a long pull. It felt so good that she took another.
She went back to the waiting room. She felt drunk, and she felt happy, and she felt the need for sex. It was a strong feeling.
She flopped heavily onto the couch and pulled a foot up beside her. Her gown had splits up the sides and it revealed her long, smooth leg up to the edge of her panties. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
A man came in the door. "Come and sit by me," she said, patting the cushion.
He was tall and slim, probably in his late thirties, graying at the temples and well dressed. He came over and sat down and put his hand on her bare thigh.
She leaned forward and picked up the bill of fare and handed it to him. "Pick out what you like," she said.
"I see what I like," he answered.
"What?"
"You."
"Good, because I like you, too." She put her hand on his and moved his hand up and down her leg.
"I've been here before, so I don't need this," he said, tossing the price list on the coffee table. "I know what I want."
He almost blushed. "A massage... on the water bed, of course." He got to his feet. "The switch massage," he added.
The switch massage was where she massaged him for fifteen minutes and then he massaged her for fifteen minutes and then she finished him off. It was a nude massage for the masseuse, too; at her discretion. She didn't have to strip if she didn't want to.
Esther blushed. She had never done the switch before.
They went into the room and he started undressing. He was well built, long and lean. His cock was soft.
"I'm Esther. What's your name?"
"Call me Claude," he answered.
"Lay down on your stomach, Claude, and I'll loosen you up a bit."
She got on her knees beside the bed and rubbed his back for several minutes. "It's uncomfortable like this. I think I'll get on the bed with you." She got to her feet and pushed the straps of her gown off her shoulders. "This is supposed to be a topless massage," she said.
"Nude," Claude corrected.
"Only if I want," she said, pushing her gown down to the floor. She stood in very brief panties.
"God, you got a marvelous body, Esther," he said.
She smiled and crawled onto the bed. "Roll over," she said.
He rolled onto his back and she straddled his legs. Leaning forward, she put her hand on his chest and raked them down to his hips. "You're not hard," she said, taking his flaccid cock in her hand.
"You have to make it that way."
"How?" she asked, slowly masturbating him.
"That's a good way for starters," he said.
His cock grew in her hand. It was long and slim, like the rest of him. It was longer than Dick's, but not quite as big around. When his prick was completely hard, she bent his cock back over his stomach and came forward, his prick touching her belly. Her nipples grazed over his chest. She let her weight down, pressing his cock into her stomach and her nipples into his chest, and she kissed him on the mouth. Their tongues mingled wetly.
"Would you like to massage me now?" she said.
Without answering, he pushed her over onto her back and got to his knees beside her. "I wish you weren't wearing those pants," he said.
"I'll take them off if you ask me."
"Take them off."
"You do it," she said.
He reached down and slid his fingers under the band. She raised up her hips and he slowly pulled them down her full legs. She had a gorgeous muff, light brown and curly. It puffed up on her prominent mound and curled softly down around the soft, fat lips of her pussy.
He pulled them all the way off and stared at her cunt. "Jesus Christ, Esther, I'd like to kiss you."
"Where?" she said timidly, never having been kissed between her legs before, but knowing that was what he meant.
"You know where, baby," he answered.
"Maybe I'll letcha. I've always wanted a French massage, but you'll have to start higher than that."
He came down on top of her and put his lips on hers. She opened her legs. They kissed hungrily for several minutes, tongues flying, and then he moved down, lightly caressing her neck and on until his lips were between her abundant breasts. He fastened his hot mouth onto an erect nipple and began a gentle sucking pressure.
His hands moved lightly over the warm firmness of her belly and thighs, but always avoiding contact with her pussy. His mouth played for a long time on her throbbing nipples, moving from one to the other.
Esther moaned softly, her eyes closed.
Then his mouth slid down over her quivering belly, his cock brushing against her thigh as he moved downward. He ran his tongue into her navel, bringing whimpers of pleasure from her. He moved lower, maddening sensations following behind his hot, wet tongue. She felt her thighs being gently pushed farther apart, and she gave no resistance when his head came between them. She sucked in her breath with a loud gasp when she felt his fingers spreading the soft, puffy lips of her pussy. The heat from his breath sent her mind careening, and she bucked up convulsively at the first touch of his tongue on her clit.
"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus Christ!" she gurgled. "I like that!"
He spread the opening of her moist young cunt wide apart, let his tongue slide through the cleft, and pushed it deep inside her hole. She jerked from the delicious contact and reached down, entangling her hands in his hair, and forcefully pushed his face into the moist, pink flesh of her open pussy. He swirled his tongue insanely inside her cunt.
"Yes, yes... Oh Claude, honey... please don't stop! I like it! Oooooh, that's it, that's the place! Eat meeeeeeee!"
Claude bit and sucked and licked, moaning at the pleasure he knew he was giving her. He liked eating cunt, too, it was the greatest preparation for a good, solid fucking. She was so hot and tasted so sweet that he wanted to give her even more.
He pulled his tongue out of her wet, clawing cunt and licked down until he found the tight, puckered hole of her anus. He kissed her hard, then slid his tongue the length of the deep crease and back. He kissed her asshole again, very hard.
"OHHH, Claude! Claude, darling! Honey, baby, do it again... Yes, yes, yes, like that... again, again!" She was writhing, the deep, sucking kisses sending spasms of pleasure through her quivering body. She had never felt anything like it before. "I'm... I'm, Oh God! I'm going to come... I'm coming! God, God, Gaddamn, I'm coming! Tongue-fuck me."
Claude moved back to her cunt and buried his tongue. He moved it rapidly like it was his cock, his lips pressing hard against her clit, which was hard and throbbing rapidly. He kept this up until her cunt stopped fluttering and her orgasm slowly tapered away.
Esther gave one last gasp and her legs fell limp. They felt like they were weighted with lead and she gasped for breath. It was the hardest climax she had ever had, and the first in a long, long while.
She realized now how much she had missed it, how much she needed it. It was the elixir that made her a complete woman, the thing she had been needing, illicit or not.
She lay absolutely still, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly. He rested his head on her soft, round thigh, his hand caressing her cunt. They remained like this for several minutes, then he moved up her body and pressed his mouth over hers. She could smell the odor of her juices on his mouth, and his lips and cheeks were wet. She sucked greedily on his tongue in wordless appreciation, the taste from her ripe cunt now in her mouth, too.
Claude was on top of her, kissing her softly as her breathing came back to normal. She could feel his long cock pressing into her thigh. She dropped her hand down to feel the oozing glans. It was hard, and it throbbed in time with her own beating heart. She liked the way his prick felt sticky yet still smooth.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Claude?" she whispered.
"God, yes," he said hoarsely.
"Lie on your back then. I'm going to let you fuck my mouth." She thought a moment. "Fuck," she said. "You can fuck me if you'd rather."
"I fuck my wife every day. I'd rather you sucked it until I come," he said.
"All right, I'll suck it until you come, but you'll really be fucking my mouth." She liked the word fuck all of a sudden and she said it again. "Oh, fuck, darling. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You are a fucking big fucker, and I want your fuck stick in my mouth, in my fucking mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth until you shoot your fuck juice. And then I'll swallow the fucking stuff."
Esther felt giddy and drunk and pleased with herself. She had always avoided using the word, and now she wasn't. Her cunt felt warm and wet and still tingled. Fuck Dick, she thought.
Claude was on his back now and she started slowly, first running her tongue down over his chest. She found his nipples and gently sucked on them, not knowing if they would respond as hers had. To her surprise they did; she could feel them erect. She reached down and held his throbbing prick as she moved lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly at his warm, smooth skin. She remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when he had licked her navel and did the same for him, running her tongue hotly around inside until she felt his stomach begin to quiver beneath her.
She reached his pubic thatch and the sudden contact with all that hair tickled her face and she giggled. Her position was getting uncomfortable so she crawled over him, pushed his legs apart and knelt between them.
Her face was above his loins now and she continued caressing his cock, pointing it straight up, her lips inches from the pointed head. She blew hotly on his prick, her tongue taking a quick swipe to clear away the clear goo hanging from the opening.
"Christ, baby! Suck it! Wrap those lips around it and pull the hot stuff out!"
His words excited her and she realized how much she enjoyed sucking a man's cock, taking the fat head in her mouth, feeling it grow harder, and finally the ultimate reward when it started spitting. She knew she would enjoy it.
Still, she wanted to tease. She lowered her head to kiss his thighs, letting her tongue come up to his balls. She licked wetly, first one side and then the other and finally laved his nuts with gobs of spit.
"That's good, baby, that's good," he moaned.
She gripped his shaft tightly and swirled her tongue around the velvety head of his prick, the sharp, salty taste causing her heart to pound faster. When she squeezed, the hole of his prick opened and she put the tip of her tongue inside. Claude twisted and groaned with pleasure. She began kissing wetly around the crown of his cock and finally closed down over the pulsing thing.
"Christ, your mouth's hot!" he groaned, starting a slow lifting of his hips to meet the movement of her mouth.
She sucked frantically, her tongue swishing around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her puckered lips. She sucked to satisfy her own need, her head bobbing up and down over his thrusting hips.
The masochistic pleasure of being used like a cheap whore filled her body With sharp tingles, and a soft whimper came from her lips, her lips that were locked tightly around his thrusting prick. He was going to shoot his thick milky slime into her mouth and she was going to swallow it and suck for more. God, she wanted it, wanted its wet heat, its chalky taste. She was oblivious to his needs now, hers, were stronger. She needed his load.
Claude was determined not to disappoint her. He lurched, thrusting his prick back to her tonsils. She gagged and felt the first spurt directly in her throat. She drew back and took the next one on her tongue. Masturbating his shaft with her hand, she sucked with a vengeance, wanting as much of his stuff in her mouth as she could get. When she thought she had it all, she released his cock and rolled the goo in her mouth, pressing the snotty stuff against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She thrust a finger inside her cunt and swallowed, then went back to his cock to see if there was anything left. There was one last belch of thick, slippery goo.
Claude lay panting. She was a natural cocksucker. His nuts were drained, at least until he got home. His wife was a hot bitch, and she would fuck him as soon as he got home, and she wanted the bedroom door open in spite of a nineteen-year-old son on the loose in the house. Claude didn't know that their son fucked her almost every day before he got home. And she often sucked the boy off, too; something she never did for Claude.
Esther got a warm, damp cloth and cleaned his cock off, giving herself a swipe between the legs. "That was wonderful," she said, "but I wish it would get hard again." She held his prick up and kissed it.
"No way, honey, I m wiped out. When you suck a cock, it's through for the day. You're the best I ever had."
Esther blushed with pleasure. He had liked it because she had liked it; sex is like that, any kind of sex. She left him resting and started to get dressed.
It didn't take long to dress when all she had to do was pull her panties on and slip the dress down over her head, yet Claude was almost dressed when she finished. She saw him to the door and sighed as she watched him walk to his car.
She went to the John to comb her hair and met Peggy, one of the other girls, coming out.
"Gee, haven't seen you since lunch; you must be keeping busy," Peggy said, giggling. She was just a mite drunk.
"Could say the same for you," Esther answered.
"Yeah, real busy. I thought the way the day started we were all going to lose our asses, but it really picked up. That last guy I had didn't want a massage at all; he just wanted to fuck." Peggy giggled again and rubbed her pussy. "His wallet was good and fat and I certainly don't believe in arguing with a customer, so he didn't get a massage. We just fucked."
Esther combed her hair and applied a little make-up. She started to go out but hesitated; her glow was fading. She knew she shouldn't drink any more, but it was her last day; she was going to quit tonight, and it was more fun when she was a little drunk. She wanted to fool around on her last day, play with the men, let them play with her, and if her head felt good from a couple of snorts, well, then she'd let a man make the rest of her feel good.
She got down the bottle of Johnny Walker and took a sip, letting it burn all the way down. She took another, this time a mouthful.
When she got back to the waiting room her high was well under way again. Another man was just coming in the front door.
"Hi, honey," she said, sitting on the couch.
The man quickly crossed the room and sat beside her. He was a burly man, broad-shouldered. His hair and eyebrows were thick and black.
"Hi," he said, "I want the works, a complete body massage."
"You came to the right place, and you got the right girl, I'm Esther," she said, patting his thick, hard thigh.
He stood up. "I'm Tony." He got out his wallet.
In the room, she watched Mm undress, the breath catching in her throat. His muscles rippled as he moved, and he was covered with hair like a big old bear. "Lay on your stomach, you big old bear," she said, giggling.
Esther gave his back, buttocks, and thighs a good going over, using powder, oil, and the vibrator. The muscles in his back were very thick, and unbelievably hard.
"Roll over now," she said.
His front side was even more impressive than his back. He had a barrel chest, thick with hair, a hard lean stomach, and his cock... God, what a cock! His prick was still flaccid and it would completely fill her hand.
"Open your legs," she said.
He opened his legs and she let her hands glide over the inside of his thighs, creeping slowly up until she could wait no longer. She grasped his cock.
"You're still soft," she cooed. "A cock like this shouldn't ever be soft."
The touch of her hand was like an electric charge, and his prick started to harden. She let her hand move up and down on the mighty shaft, unable to believe her eyes. His cock grew until it was unbelievably fat and long and hard. God, was it hard. She slowly masturbated him, the thrill racing up her spine.
"Goddamn, baby, that feels good," Tony said.
"It sure does," Esther answered.
She stopped and quickly hoisted her skirt up, pulling it up and over her head. "Maybe you'll enjoy it more if I'm naked," she said as she pushed her panties down to the floor. She took hold of his cock again.
"Jesus, baby, can I touch you?" Tony asked.
"Anywhere you want," she hissed.
He felt her tits, and then he pulled her closer, his arm going around her, his hand sliding down her back. He spread the cheeks of her ass and slid a finger down the length until he was between her legs. He pushed his finger between the wet lips of her cunt and he felt her jerk slightly from the sudden penetration. A deep whimper came from her throat, but she held tight to his cock.
God, she's really hot, Tony thought, making his cock jerk with anticipation. She had her legs apart and let him move his thick finger up inside her cunt.
The shivers ran down her spine and the lewd thought of going all the way with this man overcame the shame of her wanton behavior with a stranger. His finger felt good inside her cunt, and she knew his cock would feel even better. But God, could she take it? She had never dreamed that a man could have such a huge prick.
She held his prick tightly and leaned over his face, putting her mouth roughly on his. "Oh, Tony," she said after the kiss. "Your cock is so big."
"Will you get up on the table and he beside me?" Tony said.
"Yes, yes," she hissed.
She climbed up on the table and straddled him. Her soft body came down on the hard man and he felt her hand searching between their bellies until she found his cock. His hot cock made contact with the soft, wet lips protecting her cunt hole. She moved the fat knob up and down, parting the wet lips open, pushing the thick, curly muff to each side. Suddenly the hot, wet flesh of her pussy popped teasingly over the tip of his prick.
Esther felt the muscles in her belly tighten with anticipation. God, it's really going to happen. I'm going to do it, she thought. I'm going to let him fuck me.
She felt the incredibly fat knob of his cock force her cunt open. She thought it would hurt, but it didn't. She was too ready, too wet and hot; her cunt opened eagerly. The thick prick pushed on until the head was all the way in.
"Ooooh, Dick, my darling Dick," she murmured, burying her face in Tony's shoulder. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm sorry I'm doing this, but I need it so. I need to be fucked, honey; I want to be fucked; I have to be fucked."
Tony lifted up at the same moment Esther came down and his cock seemed to split her open, the thick prick pushing slickly into her hungry cunt. He grunted at her tightness, and she moaned at the exquisite pleasure of having a man's prick once again inside her.
"Are you girls on the pill?" Tony asked.
"No, or at least I'm not. I haven't needed it before. But don't let that bother you, go ahead and make me a baby if you want; I don't care. Get your big old cock all the Way in and squirt your stuff up inside me! Knock me up! Knock me up! Fuck me good, Tony; I really need it!"
"God, baby, that kind of talk really turns me on, but I don't come fast with you on top, so have a good ride, kid. Fuck your silly brains out."
Esther hunched down, pushing hard until his prick was all the way in, and then she rode, fucked his stiff prick like she never fucked before. It was the first truly exciting fuck of her life and she savored every minute. She let her weight spread out over him, pressed her yawning cunt down onto his cock. She had her tongue deep in his ear when she felt the first wonderful sensation spread from her cunt.
At the same time, Tony could feel the warm fluids soaking his cock, leaking out around the edges of her cunt and soaking Ms pubic hair. She was incredibly wet, and growing wetter. He knew she was coming and he thrust brutally upwards.
She moaned out her orgasm. "Tony, Tony, I'm coming! Shit, I'm coming! Fuck me hard!"
She writhed on top of him, then she finally sagged limply. He let her lay on top until her breathing slowed. "Now it's my turn, baby. I get to be on top. I'm going to fuck your ass off."
"Yesss, Tony! Fuck my ass off! Make me come again."
She rolled over and quickly spread open beneath the grinning man. He looked like a gorilla, all covered with dark hair, his massive cock thrusting out, hanging menacingly over her soft, white belly.
"Put it up inside me again, Tony," she cried, lifting her hips up. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me and make me come. Oh, God, I love being fucked: I never realized how much."
Tony spread the lips of her cunt open with his fingers. "Reach down and put it in, baby," he said.
"Yes," she hissed, grabbing for his cock.
It went in effortlessly this time, and he thrust his cock in with one wild lunge. He went in to his balls, then drew almost out and shoved in again.
"This is the way I like it, cunt. A soft, willing broad under me, a broad that wants it all, screams for it. I usually don't get it when I'm paying for it, but I'm getting it now, ain't I, baby? You love it, don't you?"
Esther gurgled incoherently, the good feeling coming from his thick, fat cock spread all the way down to her toes. She raised her feet in the air and curled them up over the small of his back.
"Yes, you bastard, I love it! Now fuck me, fuck me hard!"
Tony fucked slowly, though savagely. This was the way he liked it, a broad who really dug it, a broad with a cunt that could take all of him, a broad who didn't do it just for the money. He groaned and thrust. God, her pussy was so tight; if her cunt wasn't so juicy she could never take it. Wettest cunt he'd ever fucked; the hair on his legs was matted from her cunt-juice. Jesus, what a prime fuck.
Esther clung to his hairy monster, took his monstrous prick up inside her cock-hungry belly. Dick didn't matter now; she was getting fucked, and right after topping the guy and doing the fucking herself. And it was the best fuck she'd ever had. Maybe it was because she had forgotten how good Dick had felt when he first introduced her to cock, or maybe because Tony was better at it, or maybe because his cock was so much bigger, but probably because he was a stranger, a new man with a new cock.
The fact that she was cheating on her husband, a helpless invalid, seemed only to heighten the thrill. She had already come once, long and hard, while she was on top, and she knew she would come again; it was getting close.
"Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmmm! Goddamn, it feels so good! Tony, honey! Oooooh, Tony, Tony... I'm going to commmme!"
She writhed beneath him like an eel out of water. Her breath came in short gasps; she thought she might faint with pleasure, and then... God, it wasn't possible; she was coming again!
Her convulsive jerks, the way her cunt wrapped around his prick and tightened in spasms was too much. Tony knew he was going to pop. A thick wad of milky goo squirted into her cunt. She knew he was coming and she went into her third orgasm. It was too much, simply too fucking wonderful; she felt so good it hurt.
She was limp now, as loose as a bag of ashes, but Tony hadn't gone down and he continued fucking. He fucked her limp form until his prick hurt, and then he raised to his knees and pulled out, letting his half-hard cock slap wetly onto her belly.
She smiled weakly at the hairy man, feeling his cock draining onto her belly, the stuff forming a puddle and then trickling down her side.
"I always have to pee right after I fuck," Tony said.
"It's okay, go ahead," Esther whispered. Tony smiled and relaxed, his hot piss gushing out over her belly. He stopped it for an instant and then let go again, a golden arc going over her breasts and splashing onto her neck. He continued pissing until she was soaking wet, her belly, her tits, her arms and armpits. He raised up and forced out one last spurt, a spurt that splattered onto her chin and cheek and half-parted lips. Esther moaned with contentment.
And then he was up and dressed and gone. Esther got slowly to her feet and let her dress slide down over her head; it stuck to her wet body and she had to pull it on down. She picked up her panties in one hand and the wad of green bills Tony had left on the table with the other and left the dimly-lit room.
She looked at her watch and was startled to see that it was almost quitting time. She felt drunk, and her pussy felt raw.
A short time later, she went to the parking lot and got in her car. She sat motionless. She needed a few more minutes to sober up, more than that, really; a lot more, but she didn't dare come in late again.
Her hand dropped absently to her thigh and edged slowly up under her skirt until she was gently fingering her cunt. It was sore, but it felt good. She hadn't bothered to wear panties, and her finger played with her hardening clit.
The gentle throbbing in her cunt was telling her something, and it was coming through loud and clear. Now that she'd had it again, had a really great fuck, she knew that a couple times a week might not be enough, even if Dick got well enough to fuck her. She shrugged helplessly. Esther would cheat again, and she knew it.
She smiled weakly and started the automobile, leaving her skirt up around her hips. It had been a very exciting afternoon, probably the most exciting of her life. She was glad now that she hadn't talked to Greg; it would have been stupid to quit such a good job.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dick was in his usual surly mood when she got home, and he bitched at her all through supper. He never discovered she had been drinking; they never got close enough for him to smell her breath. They spoke maybe a dozen words the entire evening.
Esther lay in bed staring into the darkness. Her emotions were a horrible mess, a mixture of hurt and anger and guilt.
She always remembered the dumbest things when she felt like this, and she recalled what Jan had said after work when she watched her come out of the shower. She was leaning against the wall smoking, the blue haze almost obscuring her face, but she had seen her gleaming eyes and almost blushed. Esther wasn't used to girls looking at her like that.
"You should shave between your legs, honey," Jan had said. She sat down on the floor while Esther got dressed. "You have a fantastic figure, Esther, really fantastic. No, don't put any pants on; it feels so good to let the air swirl up under your skirt and caress your pussy." That was why Esther hadn't worn panties. "Just shave between your legs and around your cunt," Jan went on, "so guys who like to go down on a girl can get at you better. You know, not have a mouthful of hair when they get done. They do a better job and it feels better. But leave that fabulous muff on your mound. God, it really looks sexy; you're really sexy. I do it like that. See."
Jan pulled her skirt up to her hips and spread her legs open.
Esther looked. Jan was a brunette, and the fur above her pussy was almost black. Her cunt was clean shaven and stood out clean and puffy. The lips seemed to pout. Esther blushed again and wet her lips with her tongue when Jan reached down and spread her cunt open. It was all pink and wet-looking.
"I adore having my cunt eaten; that's why I keep it nice and clean and shave regularly," Jan said, holding the lips far apart. "Do you like it, Esther?"
Esther took a long look and turned away.
"Yes."
The conversation was very clear in Esther's mind now, as was the image of Jan's delicious-looking pussy. She got quietly out of bed and went to the bathroom and locked the door. She carefully shaved her snatch. Then she went right to sleep, afterwards, her cunt and thighs tingling from the bite of the sharp razor.
Dick was very contrite the next morning. He apologized like he always did, and asked her to give him a massage-like he always did.
She massaged him slowly, carefully, kneading the thick muscles in his back, down over his rosy ass-cheeks and to his legs. She thought his legs seemed awfully firm for a man who couldn't walk.
"Okay, turn over," she said, swatting him on the ass.
He really didn't want to; she was in panties and bra, and it would stimulate him. He rolled over. Jesus, she looked so sexy, like a high-priced whore. He closed his eyes and her hands moved expertly over his chest and arms.
"Jesus, honey, you're really getting good at this," he said. "See what a little practice will do?"
Esther blushed. If he only knew how much practice she really got. She was caressing his belly now, and she automatically started to take hold of his cock.
"Don't!" Dick snapped.
"Why? I was just... "
"Just don't, that's all." His eyes were open now. He had a difficult enough time staying soft without her playing with it. It took total concentration, super-human effort, even.
Esther moved sullenly on down his legs. She was hurt. The bastard, she thought, the dirty bastard; he'll be sorry. She stopped abruptly at his knees.
"That's all for today," she said, then flounced from the room. She sat in the kitchen, big tears in her eyes and drank coffee. By Monday morning, all was forgotten and she kissed him tenderly before she left for work. She glanced back and saw him at the door sitting in his wheelchair. He really was a swell guy, and she could understand his bad moods when she thought about it. He was strong and healthy one day and crippled the next; it was no wonder he was having a hard time adjusting. It was too much for her, too, but she was his wife, and she owed it to him to be a good wife, a faithful wife in his hour of need.
So she cooled it when she got to work. Oh, she continued to masturbate her customers, but absolutely no more, nothing else. She could reconcile it; the money was just so much better when she played with their cocks, and she did like to do it. She needed some pleasure out of life.
No, masturbating strange men didn't bother her any more, it was all part of the job, and if she enjoyed doing it... well, that was an added bonus.
Everything seemed to be going so well. Home life was smooth for a change. She had her conscience well in check. She was making a fistful of money.
And then on a Wednesday morning, she had a terrible row with Dick. He acted ugly and mean and slapped her again and she left the house in a rage, tears again filling her eyes.
On the way to work, she saw a liquor store and impulsively pulled in. She bought two quarts of Johnnie Walker Red. In the parking lot, she uncapped one bottle and took a healthy swallow. She felt better immediately.
When she got to work, the other three girls were already there, and Greg stood in the middle of the room with one foot on the coffee table.
"Hi, love, thought you weren't going to make it."
"I had to stop on the way. Sorry," Esther said.
"It's okay, honey. Have a seat." He waited until she was seated. "Now that you're all here we'll have a little team meeting before we open the doors for business. I had an idea on stimulating the Johns when they come in and the owners loved it; I hope you gals do too. I suggested that you girls start wearing high heels and short-shorts and nothing else." He looked around at their faces and cleared his throat. "It's not mandatory, mind you, but the owners said they'd like you to at least try it. I took the liberty of buying several pairs of shorts so we could start this morning."
Greg blushed. He was an attractive young stud. He was just twenty-two, over six feet tall, and he had a shock of black, curly hair. A real lady killer.
"What about the cops?" Jeanie said. Jeanie was a buxom blond, older than the other girls. She was thirty-five, a trifle chubby, but she had monstrous tits. A lot of guys went for the type.
"No sweat," Greg said, grinning again. He laughed softly. "Just don't go outside the building without a halter, and your shorts, of course. You want to remember that the guys who own this place are respectable men, pillars of the community, one's a doctor, and they own six other massage joints, too. They make a lot of bread and they take good care of the D.A. And the captain of vice don't do too bad, either."
The girls sat silently for a moment looking at each other.
Peggy giggled. "Fuck, if it'll keep the men rolling in here, that's why we're here, ain't it?"
"Great, great!" Greg said. "I knew I could count on you."
"Boy, that Greg is a sexy hunk of man," Peggy said as they went into the dressing room.
"Yeah, he's a dream. He can have my cherry any time he wants it," Jeanie said. "I hope to Christ he got a pair of britches big enough to get my fat ass into."
Esther didn't say anything, but she thought plenty. She had been strongly attracted to Greg the day she applied for the job. She opened the sack and held up the two bottles. "Look what I brought. We were almost out."
"Good girl," Jan said, patting Esther's ass.
"Good is right; I can use a jolt right now," Jeanie said. They all took a healthy nip.
Jeanie selected a pair of red shorts, the only pair that would fit her, and strutted around bare-ass before putting them on. They were skin tight, and to call them shorts was an understatement. They pulled tightly into her crack, her fuzzy blond pubic hair quite evident on both sides. She quickly slipped into high heels and went out to show off. Peggy was not far behind.
Esther selected a black pair to contrast with her ash-blonde hair. She was still a little shy about stripping in front of the other girls.
Jan sat smoking, clad in panties and bra. When Esther was naked, she picked up the bottle and got to her feet. "Let's have one more snort before we go to work," she said. She took a pull and walked over to Esther. When Esther took the bottle, Jan let her hand slide across her bare ass, her hand lingering at the deep cleft. "God, so soft and creamy. Go ahead, honey, take a drink. You can use it."
Esther blushed and tipped up the bottle. She felt a thrill deep in her belly, the thrill expanding when Jan's fingers slid between her legs. She widened her stance a little and took another slug of booze. Jan's fingertips caressed her pussy lightly and she blushed again.
Esther pulled away and turned. "Look, Jan, I shaved my... my cunt-lips like you suggested."
"God, it's breath-taking," Jan said, putting her hand between Esther's legs, this time feeling her cunt liberally. "You have a darling cunt, Esther." Her finger parted the lips. "Why don't you come over to my place some evening? We could have a few drinks, talk a little, and... I can tell my boyfriend to get lost if you want."
"Gee, Jan, I... " Jan leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, her finger probing up inside her cunt.
"Ungh, ungh," Esther said, moving her legs farther apart. "I... I, gee, it might be fun." She knew what Jan was driving at and it thrilled her, shocked her a little, too.
Jan kissed her again, this time using her tongue. She was gently finger-fucking Esther. "Or we could have him stay and watch us make love, if you'd like."
"That might be fun, too," Esther said, visions of a man watching Jan finger-fuck her sending bubbles of lust gurgling through her blood stream.
Greg gave a sharp rap on the door and told them to get with it. Esther's face was crimson, almost as if he'd seen them. She put on the shorts and then a pair of very high heels.
"God, these things are short," she said, looking down at her almost naked body. There was a deep cleft visible at the crotch.
When Esther took her first customer's hand and led him to the therapy room, she still tingled from Jan's caresses. She felt strangely excited at the thought of letting another woman make love to her, especially the luscious brunette. She knew she wasn't queer, but when she felt all boozy and good, anything that had to do with making her feel better seemed attractive, and she knew Jan would make her feel good, very good.
She gave the man a very good massage. When she finally took hold of his prick, she asked him if he wanted to feel her tits. When she thought he was about to come, she bent over and kissed him on the mouth. She squealed softly and tongue-fucked him wildly when she felt his hot stuff pouring out over her fist.
She realized she had almost made it herself, and the feeling was terrific. Trapped in her own lust now, she pulled her mouth free and went quickly down on him, sucking his cock clean, then licking the gobs of goo from his belly and thick hair with her tongue. He moaned with appreciation when she ended by taking his balls gently in her mouth.
The rest of the morning was slow. When Jeanie took a big, black dude back to a therapy room, the other girls got the bottle and went to watch through the little peepholes. All the rooms had little peepholes. By the time they all got situated, both Jeanie and the guy were naked and were kissing.
Jeanie got up on the table and spread out on her back. The big dude crawled up on top of her. His cock was very long, and looked like a huge licorice stick as he pushed his prick into her blonde pussy. He settled comfortably on the ripe, plump woman and fucked her with long, easy strokes, drawing his black cock from her hairy cunt only to plunge it all the way back in. Jeanie gurgled with pleasure.
Esther was breathing hard, her eye pressed to the peephole. It was doubly exciting when she realized that the other girls, and maybe even Greg, had watched her perform wantonly. She took Jan's hand and pressed it against her seeping crotch, her own hands pressing roughly against her nipples.
Greg went out at noon and brought back a couple of buckets of chicken for lunch. The girls were feeling no pain, and they flirted openly with Greg, especially Jeanie, who kept putting her hand between his legs and then pulling out her shorts so he could look down inside.
She never gets enough, Esther thought, feeling ridiculously jealous. She knew it was stupid; Greg meant nothing to her. Besides, the big oaf hadn't so much as looked at her.
After eating, Esther went to the dressing room and opened the second quart, and took a big drink. She was good and drunk and it went down easily, so she chased it with another. Her head spun. She took the first guy that came in. He was an old, frail-looking gent, in his sixties, at least, but he was a guy, and Esther needed a guy.
She leaned on him as they went down the hall. She was staggering slightly and her speech was slurred. When they got in the room, she giggled and grabbed his crotch.
"Have you got something in there for me?" she said. She opened the front of his pants and took his limp pecker out. "I'm supposed to wait until you're undressed and up on the table before I do this," she said, rolling his foreskin back. "Sit on the edge of the table for a minute and let's see if we can get the little rascal hard."
The old man clicked his false teeth with a grin and got up on the table. Esther pushed his foreskin all the way back and put her face in his lap. She took his prick in her mouth and started sucking; the little thing grew surprisingly large, and quite hard.
Esther drew her mouth free. "Jesus, you really have a nice big cock for an old gent. Get undressed and let's see what we can think of to do with it. I'm sure we can come up with something."
Esther pushed down her shorts and was up on the table before he was. When he was naked, she opened her legs wide and beckoned him with her finger.
"Since it's obvious I'm not going to get a massage, may I eat your cunt?" he said.
"Oh God, honey, be my guest," Esther gushed. "Get up here on the table beside me so I can play with your cock."
Before he climbed up, he took out his teeth and put them on the table. "I love eating puthy," he lisped. "And I'm good at it. You'll love it, too, I'm thure."
He got up on the table and started on her belly. He kissed and licked and nipped his way down to her pubic bush, skirted the soft hair, and worked on the insides of her thighs. She was twisting and moaning with pleasure as his hot mouth came closer to her cunt.
Her legs were wide open, and he softly laved across the puffy lips of her pussy.
Esther moaned softly, holding tightly to his cock, while he played between the pouting lips of her pussy. She was very wet and growing wetter, the juices flowing copiously, lubricating the entry to her cunt.
The old man took his fingers and spread open the lips of her cunt, then speared his tongue deep into her pussy-hole. She grunted and pushed her crotch against his face, her leg going up over his shoulder, the other dangling helplessly.
"Oh, you are good! Eat me, eat me!" she chanted. She could feel an orgasm already flooding into her belly. She heaved up, the good feeling growing steadily. "Yes, yes, yes!"
The old man shifted into high gear, his gums closing down on her clitoris. He gummed the excited little organ until she was swooning with ecstasy. Her orgasm was hard and thrilling, quite unlike any she had before.
"Oh, Goddamn! Goddamn, that's good! Don't stop, honey! Don't stop doing it! Make me come again... I don't want to ever stop coming!" She was grunting and jerking with passion.
She rolled onto her side, her lush thighs surrounding his bony face, and searched wildly with her mouth, finally finding his cock which was almost soft again. She drew it in and sucked, her fingers masturbating that remained of the shaft. He didn't harden because he was so intent with his sucking.
Esther found his asshole with her finger, and when she had it thrust all the way in, his cock began to grow. It grew and hardened until her mouth was full and he was thrusting in time with her finger. She sucked hard, fucking his ass with her finger. He was soon grunting with pleasure, his mouth no longer active.
She wriggled her hips and tightened her legs around his head. He pushed his tongue into her hole and she started coming again at almost the same moment his cock started spitting milk-like stuff into her mouth. She pushed her finger to the knuckle in his ass and sucked, the hot junk pouring into her eager mouth. She drained his nuts, spilling nary a drop. She drank it all and wanted more.
He finally got to his feet and pulled on his shorts. "Finest massage I've ever had."
She sat up while he dressed. She felt terribly drunk and completely disoriented. She only knew that the marvelous pangs of orgasm were still rippling softly in her cunt. She knew she had just made it, and made it good, and she loved it. Any man that wanted could shove his cock in her and shit-face Dick could stick his prick in the crapper for all she cared. Fucking and sucking was what it was all about, and she intended to get her share.
When the old man had left, leaving her a generous tip, she padded barefoot and naked down the hall, through the waiting room, and into the dressing room. A couple of men sitting on the couch with Peggy and Jan stared in disbelief. In the dressing room, Esther took another drink from the diminishing bottle and sat down on the floor.
When Greg came in, she was lying on the floor, her legs up in the air, and singing incoherently. She looked at the young man's face.
"Wan look at Esser's cun', Greg? Got bootiful cun, and you c'n have it. Fuck me, Greg; wan' it?"
Greg turned and left the room, his face beet red. He had been working at the parlor over two months, and it still embarrassed him when something like this happened. And it was doubly so with Esther because he had a case on her, had ever since she came to work. She had seemed so different at first, but she turned out just like the others.
Jeanie was just coming into the waiting room; the other girls were busy.
"Esther is drunker than a skunk, Jeanie. If you'll get some clothes on her, I'll take her out for coffee and try to sober her up," Greg said.
"Sure, lover, anything you ask," Jeanie said. "I knew she was going to get bombed the way she was swilling the booze."
Esther was still lying on the floor. She looked at Jeanie and giggled. "Greggy ran out. You wanna kiss Esser's pussy?"
"Why not?" Jeanie said. She kneeled between Esther's legs. She spread them far apart and bent over and planted a big wet kiss on Esther's cunt, then she got to her feet and grabbed her wrist. "And now into the shower with you. You're drunker than I thought."
She dragged a squealing, kicking Esther to the shower stall and pushed her inside. Esther sat on the tile floor slumped in a corner. She screamed when Jeanie turned the cold water on full force. Jeanie slammed the door closed and held it closed.
Esther was rosy pink and just starting to shade blue when Jeanie let her out. She grabbed a big towel and briskly rubbed the shivering girl. When she had her dry, she draped the towel over her wet hair and led her to her locker. Jeanie got a skirt and blouse on her, led her out, and pushed her at the waiting Greg.
"Jesus, what took so long?"
"I gave her a cold shower. It'll make your job easier."
Greg took Esther by the hand. "My job is to take care of you girls. Come on, you need some fresh air; you can't go home like this."
Esther protested only mildly as he took her outside, but balked at his car. "I'll get sick and throw up," she cried.
"Whenever you feel sick, holler and I'll stop." He opened the door and pushed her in.
They stopped four times before he pulled into a drive-in. Greg ordered two cups of black coffee and made her drink them both.
After the second cup, she looked and smiled weakly. "Thanks," she said. "I feel better, still shitty, but better. And I'm sorry."
"Don't be. We all get drunk now and then. It's nice to have a friend to help when you need it."
"It sure is, and thanks again." She put her hand on her head. "I must look awful. My hair is still wet."
"You look beautiful to me." He blushed and started the car. "Roll your window down. We'll go for a drive and let mother nature dry it for you. Do you want another cup of coffee?"
"God no. I couldn't drink another drop." She rolled the window down, but her mind was on what he had said, the part about her being beautiful.
They drove in silence for almost an hour. He got on the freeway and he went very fast. He finally pulled off the highway and parked on a hill that looked down on the sprawling city. He cut the engine, pushed the seat back, and looked at her.
"You're beautiful, Esther, very beautiful."
Esther blushed. "I'm not, Greg, and you know it."
"You are, and you know it. I think I fell for you the day you walked into the place."
"You're just saying that to make me feel good after I made such an ass of myself. I really am ashamed."
"There's something bothering you, Esther; I can tell. Would it help to tell me about it?"
"You don't want to hear my troubles, Greg. It's just the usual bullshit. Dick and I fight all the time and... " The tears came to her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheeks. "Oh, Goddamit! I cry so damn easy. I don't want to cry; don't let me start crying." She started to sob.
"You poor baby," Greg said, and slid close. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her check.
-"Greg, don't, please don't... "
He kissed first one salty cheek and then the other.
"Oh, Greg, we can't... we... " Her face turned and their lips met, lightly at first, but then the kiss became fierce and hot. Her arms came up around his neck. "Greg, no, no, no... " she muttered, yet kept kissing him, her mouth receiving his tongue, her own pushing over the top of his.
She kept saying no, holding his head tightly, kissing his mouth hungrily, while he pushed her down in the seat. She didn't know how it all happened, but he had his door open and their feet sticking out. She was on her back, her legs apart. His cock was already starting in her pussy. She relaxed and let his hard prick move in deeper.
"Yes, Greg, fuck me," she hissed.
It was like the first time, like her wedding night all over again... only it was better, much better. It didn't hurt; it felt good. Oh, God, did it feel good. Dick had never felt this good inside her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned.
"God, Esther, I've wanted you so bad. I fell for you the first time I saw you."
"Don't... don't talk. Just do it; just make love to me."
"I love you, Esther, I really do."
She started to sob again, hunching against his driving cock. "My husband is in a wheelchair. He needs me. Oh, Greg, Greg." She was lifting from the seat now, her orgasm close. It was so good, so fucking good.
Greg felt guilty. It was wrong to fuck her, but he didn't care. The guy could sit in his little wheelchair all night; she was here now, with him, and she was letting him fuck her. His cock was in to the hilt, and one of her legs had come up over his back.
"Oh, Greg, darling, I love you, too." She was coming hard.
Gasping for breath, she pulled his mouth down to hers, and when she felt hot sweetness pour from his cock and spread out inside her cunt, she started coming all over again.
"Greg, Greg, Greg!" she gasped, squeezing her cunt tightly around his spewing pecker.
After Greg got off, she sat up, stared blankly out the window. She asked for a cigarette. It was the most satisfying fuck she had ever had. She felt wonderful, warm and satisfied and wonderful.
"That was the first and last time for us, Greg... no more... never again."
"Why?"
"It wouldn't work. I'll not leave Dick, and it would get too serious between us."
"You said you loved me."
"Forget that I ever said it."
She opened the door and got out of the car and sat down in the short grass. Greg watched her through the open door for several minutes, and finally got out and sat beside her.
She told him the whole story, how Dick was hurt and how going to work had finally led to the massage parlor. She smoked one cigarette after another while she talked. She pulled her legs up and hooked one arm around her knees. Greg could see the fat lips of her cunt puffing out between her thighs, the white cream slowly leaking out and dripping to the ground.
Greg stretched out on his side and stared at her seeping cunt. Esther realized what he was doing. She blushed, then smoothed her skirt primly over her thighs.
"You could at least let me look at it... this last time," he said.
Esther blushed again and raised her knees back up. She slowly let her legs fall apart. "You're so sweet, Greg. I could really fall in love with you, if... " Greg stared at her pussy. His cock started to swell inside his pants. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his crotch. "See what you're doing to me... again," he said.
She grinned, pleased that she stimulated him so. She knew she should stick to her resolve, yet she got to her knees, bent over him, and kissed his lips. It was a wet, soft kiss, passionate and filled with promises.
"Greg, darling," she whispered. "Get undressed, Greg."
She watched him disrobe. He was so lean and strong and... God, his cock was so hard and smooth.
"Lay back down," she said, when he was naked. She just didn't seem to have any self-control any more; no shame, no resistance, just desire.
She kneeled beside him and kissed his tits.
"Let me kiss yours like that," he said.
She looked at him and smiled. "Another time, next time," she said, wrapping her hand around his standing cock.
She suckled at his tits again and then moved her mouth down to his belly button, her hand moving slowly on his prick. She needed badly to piss, but she needed his cock inside her worse. She straddled his legs.
"Oh, Greg, darling!" she sighed, fitting his cock-head to her pussy.
She was wet and gooey from the first fuck, and when she let her weight down, his prong slid up inside her cunt.
"Oooooh, Jesus, gooood!" she moaned, and once he was all the way in, she fell forward onto his chest. She began a gentle fucking, raising her hips and then dropping back down. "Don't fuck the other girls, Greg," she whispered, "just fuck me.
"Esther, Esther!" Greg moaned.
She fucked faster, and it made a sloshing sound; she was so wet. "Listen, Greg, it sounds so sloppy in there. I've never been so gooey before in my life, never so ready. It never felt this good before, either. I've never wanted to fuck as much as I do now."
Greg just grunted with pleasure and let her fuck.
She felt his long shaft up inside her, felt the fat veins, felt the thick ridge of his glans, felt it all and shivered with pleasure. She should be coming, she thought, but she isn't. It was almost there, but not quite; it didn't matter, though, she wanted to fuck him the rest of the day.
And then it started, the fingers of ecstasy clutching at her belly. She heaved down with her hips to get as much of his cock in as was possible. It was a sweet fuck, a delicious fuck; she knew she wouldn't need any more for a long time. God, talk about utter satisfaction.
"Come inside me again, honey," she said.
As if on command, Greg started coming. She felt the warm stuff spurt each time his cock jerked, and then she felt another urge.
"Oh, honey, I need to piss so bad," she cried. She raised up on her knees, his cock pulling free.
"Huh?" Greg muttered.
"I'm pissing, I'm pissing!" she wailed, still straddling his crotch. The piss came out in a torrent, splashing wetly onto his cock and balls. She relaxed and smiled weakly as the golden river flowed down on her lover.
"I'm sorry, Greg, I just couldn't hold it any longer," she said, her water still running.
"It's okay... I guess," he answered.
When she had finished, she sat down beside him and grabbed his wet cock. "You weren't quite finished, were you?" His cock was still hard and she started masturbating him. A thick glob belched out onto her hand, and then another.
Greg had never experienced a come in two parts before and he groaned as she squeezed the jizz from his prick. It was as good as the first half; two comes in one.
When there was nothing left to milk out, she lay back on the grass with her knees up and her thighs apart.
Greg rolled over and put his face between her thighs. "I've never kissed you here," he said, putting his lips to her cunt.
Esther moaned and closed her eyes. In spite of all the sex they'd had, it felt good.
"It's sure wet and sticky. I think it's all full of some guy's jazz." He kissed her again, his tongue sliding inside the gooey groove.
"Keep doing it, Greg. Lick up some of that guy's jazz."
"It excited me when you pissed on me," he said, putting his mouth over her cunt again.
He pushed his tongue up inside her hole. It excited her terribly for him to suck her cunt after he had fucked her, and when he started tongue-fucking, she knew she would come again. She shuddered with pleasure.
He raised up. "Can you piss again, right now?"
"No!" she grunted, still in the throes of her come. "Don't stop quite yet; do it a little more!"
"Oh," he said with disappointment, and pushed his tongue in.
He crawled up beside her. "Maybe I'm queer. I liked it."
"You're not queer, darling. No way," she said, then kissed him.
* * *
Dick was sitting in his wheelchair glowering when she came in.
"I don't feel good, honey," she said. "Don't come too close; I think I'm coming down with the flu or something. I think I'd better go right to bed."
"What about my supper?" Dick whined. "Damnit, I'm hungry."
She looked at him with a degree of disgust, shrugged, and went into the kitchen. She suspected that if she was sick from anything but being drunk, she'd tell him to fuck himself.
He made her sit at the table with him while he ate. He hated to eat alone. When he finished, she got up and said she was going to bed.
"I'll wake you when I need you," he said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ester still felt a little woozy when she got up the next morning, but a Bromo seemed to help. After coffee and soft boiled eggs with Dick, she felt fine. She kissed her husband before she left the house.
He sat in his wheelchair and watched her round ass waggle as she went out the door. "Goddamn," he said, whistling softly through his teeth.
He got up and went to the window and stood near the edge watching her get into her car. Her skirt slid up and he could see her panties; they were still in view when she closed the door. She's getting damn careless about her modesty, he thought. He had many other thoughts, too.
For one thing, he knew he had to stop thinking about sex. If he got aroused with her, he wouldn't be able to control himself and she would find out he wasn't crippled any more. He almost slipped last night when she came home sick. She looked so sexy and fuckable when she tried to get into her gown and finally threw it on the floor and went to bed naked. Jesus, her body was so ripe and smooth, almost as if she had spent the entire afternoon fucking. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, his cock thrusting inside his pants.
He had first walked almost six months ago, and with practice and exercise he was as strong as he had ever been. He couldn't understand how she could be so stupid. She massaged him all the time; she had to know it would be impossible if he was still paralyzed. It almost served her right for being so fucking dumb.
But he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He needed his woman, bad. He was jerking off regularly, but it just wasn't the same. Maybe he could ease into it, pretend that feeling was coming back to his prick and legs, let her straddle him, if she promised not to hurt him, and let her fuck him. God, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck...
He had to be careful, though. If she found out, she would insist he tell his firm and the insurance people and the state agency. And then he would have to go back to work. Jesus, he couldn't do that, not now; he liked laying around all day, doing absolutely nothing, endorsing disability checks, letting Esther wait on him hand and loot.
He lit a cigarette and continued to stare out the window. He watched Grace Trotter come out her front door and walk across the street. "Fuck," he said, "she's coming over here."
Grace Trotter was Esther's best friend. Her husband traveled a lot. She had a baby six weeks old; it was her first. Farley kidded her when they had company saying the kid was to keep her company while daddy was out of town, and as soon as the doc gave the okay, he was going to make her another one.
Grace was twenty-five years old, quite pretty, and had a plump, voluptuous body-built for fucking.
Dick watched until she started up the walk before he went back to his wheelchair. He wished the fat little bitch would stay home and leave him alone. She had come over almost daily when she was pregnant, her belly sticking out like she had a basketball under her dress, all fat and ugly... well, not really ugly; she had looked damn sexy to tell the truth. And she hadn't minded showing off, either, knowing he was a cripple and she was knocked up higher than a kite. She'd sat there showing off her legs, even her panties sometimes, and half her ripe tits exposed. Jesus, she never realized how close she came to getting raped. How many times had he wanted to come up behind her and shove his cock into that balloon belly and fuck her bowlegged? Christ, he couldn't count the times.
But here she was again, and now she was bringing the Goddamn brat along. It irritated him, too, that she never knocked, just barged in like she owned the fucking place.
Dick was comfortable in his chair when she pranced in.
"Hi, lover," she chirped, "long time no see."
"Yeah. I thought maybe you'd died in childbirth," Dick replied.
"No such luck. I'm better than ever, though Farley says they probably stretched me. He always complained that I was too tight, anyway."
"You can't be too tight, unless you mean stingy."
"Oh, I sure don't mean stingy; that's one thing I've never been."
Dick felt his cock harden in his pants.
"I been staying close to home with the little one, but I decided to come calling again, let you see little Farley or Farley Junior. I tried to get Farley Senior to name him something else, but not that big stud; no, his ego's too big." She giggled. "Big like the rest of him."
She brought the baby over and held him out for Dick to see. All he could see was the deep trench between her tits. "Yeah, cute kid," he said. Nothing but tit under that blouse, he thought.
Grace went to the couch and sat down, nestling little Farley on her lap. She lit up a cigarette and puffed contentedly, the blue smoke curling from her nose and fat, red lips.
"Don't drop any ashes and burn a hole in his little head," Dick said with a snigger.
Dick tried to make small talk, but he felt uncomfortable. I wish the pig would go home and leave me alone, he thought. She finished her cigarette, then looked up and smiled at Dick.
"You don't mind if I feed little Farley, do you?" she said, unbuttoning her well-filled blouse.
She undid the buttons all the way down to her waist and a large, rosy-nippled tit spilled out. She lifted Junior and his little mouth grabbed on. He started sucking and a soft, sensual look crossed her face.
"I like feeding him. It really does things to me. Sort of tickles, but mostly it feels good. Actually, it turns me on."
She closed her eyes and slumped against the back of the couch. She stretched out her legs for a moment, then brought them back, her knees coming slowly apart. She did this several times, almost as if she were masturbating, her skirt riding well up her thighs. She crossed her legs, first one way and then the other. When her skirt was bunched at her crotch, she planted both feet on the floor close to the couch and let her legs fall apart, wide apart.
Dick swallowed hard and stared. The plump cheeks of her ass were bunched under her and her panties were pulled tight in her crack up against the lips of her cunt. Her thick pussy-lips seemed to have swallowed up the crotch of her undies.
"Don't stare at me like that, Dick," she said, her voice almost a moan, her legs opening wider. "I really can't help myself. My nipples have always been sensitive, and... Oh shit, I just get so... fucking hot."
Dick wet his lips, his crotch bulging. Many a time he'd imagined shoving the old prong into Grace's pussy, even before the accident when he was getting all he could handle. She'd acted like maybe she was available several times, talking dirty, brushing against him; but Jesus, she was Esther's best friend, and probably teasing, so he'd never taken a chance.
Grace sat on the couch, squirming, her baby sucking hungrily on her nipple. "God, Dick, you have no idea how horny I am. My six weeks was up yesterday and Farley is out of town." Her hand fell to her thigh and then moved up to cup her cunt. "I've been playing with myself for several weeks."
Dick said nothing, just stared at her hand rubbing her cunt and gritted his teeth.
"You know, it's probably lucky that you're paralyzed; I don't think I could tell you no right now." She giggled and removed the band of her panties from her cunt, replacing it with her finger. "Farley would kill me if he knew I was doing this in front of you, but I can't help it; I want to."
She started finger-fucking herself, her finger going in to the knuckle and then drawing out and then back in again.
"Farley thinks he's such a great lover, thinks he keeps me completely satisfied all the time. Oh, I know he fucks around when he's on the road; he's not fooling anyone, but what he doesn't know is that two can play that game. Shit, I'm not a hundred percent sure that Junior is Farley's. Right about the time I conceived-I'm horniest right at the most dangerous time-we went to a party and both got pretty drunk. Well, good old Farley passed out, and in my weakened condition, I let one of his good friends fuck me in the host's bedroom. Once was bad enough, but it was so damn good he stopped by the house the next day. He knew when Farley was gone and made the call three days in a row. Goddamn he really knew how to make a girl feel good. There's a fifty-fifty chance that... " Her voice trailed off.
"Christ, Grace, stop it!"
Grace sat up and hoisted the baby to her shoulder for a burp: He burped and she spread his blanket on the floor and put him down gently.
"Actually, I've wondered what you would be like in bed for a long time," she said, lighting a cigarette.
She got to her feet, unhooked her skirt, and let it slide slowly to the floor. Her panties came next, followed by her blouse, and she stood naked. 'Do you think I've come back into shape, Dick?"
She took the three steps to where Dick sat and kissed him, both hands at his fly. She brought the zipper down and slowly extracted his throbbing cock.
"You poor baby," she cooed, "hasn't Esther been taking care of you?" She straddled the arms of the wheelchair and let her cunt close down over his prick. "Doesn't Esther sit on your lap like this, Dick, and fuck you slow and easy?"
Grace let the thing slide in deep and threw her head back to look at her baby. "Farley, baby Farley, watch Mommy fuck the nice man. See Mommy take the cripple's big, hard cock all the way up in her cunt."
Baby Farley looked up at his mother and gurgled.
She came down hard and Dick grimaced. "Easy, baby. I'm a little tender; haven't had it in a while, you know," Dick said.
"Neither have I, and it feels wonderful. You mean you haven't fucked with Esther since the accident?"
"No," Dick said, savoring the feel of her hot cunt sucking on his cock.
"You dumb bastard, you could at least let her have you like this, or while you lay in bed. She wouldn't get wise."
"What... what the hell you mean?"
Grace lifted up, his cock pulling free and falling wetly against her leg. She lay on the floor, her legs spread open.
"Come down here on top of me, you sonofabitch. I know you're not crippled any more. I know you can walk."
Dick sat open-mouthed, afraid to utter a word.
"Come on, asshole, fuck me. I've seen you up through the window. I saw you watch Esther go to work this morning. Come on down here and fuck me good; it may be your only chance."
Dick came up out of the chair with a growl. He fell on top of her and shoved his cock roughly into her open pussy.
"That's it, doll, be rough! Shove it in until your zipper grinds against my legs. God, do I ever need this!"
Her legs came up over his back and locked, pulling him in all the way. She hunched wildly against his thrusting cock.
"I wanted you to get up and come over to the couch while I was feeding the baby, but since you didn't, well... Ooooh, Jesus, that feels good! Fuck me, Dick, fuck me!"
Dick glued his mouth to hers and fucked. Her cunt was sopping wet, yet it clung to his cock and sucked each time he stroked out, then opened to let him back in. She would drain his nuts and do it in short order.
"Jesus, you're a good fuck, Grace," Dick grunted.
"You should have found out sooner; I was available a couple of times, I... Ooooh, fuck, I'm getting close; I'm going to come!"
She grunted and felt the first fantastic shock of orgasm. It made her belly heave in; she gasped for breath.
"Oh, God, it's so good!" she shrieked, her legs falling away from his back. She lay motionless; her ass lifted from the floor, and let him shove in and out. "Keep fucking, keep fucking!"
Dick felt his nuts tighten and he prepared for the blast. His juice filled the gristly tube and squirted out in huge gobs. He jabbed in all the way and let her spasming pussy squeeze out the rest.
Grace felt his hot goo pumping into her cunt, and he realized he might knock her up again. She didn't want to get knocked up again, but the feeling of his ejaculation was too good to stop; she loved it. She particularly enjoyed it when her husband took her right after her period and he was horny and had a good load saved up. He'd pump her full and she'd spend the rest of the evening feeling gooey and sticky. It delighted her when his cum dribbled out and slid down the insides of her thighs.
When the last drop was squeezed out, Dick grunted with satisfaction and rolled off. He felt a little disgusted now that it was over.
Grace lay on her back breathing heavily, then rolled onto her side close to him. Her leg come up over his and she grasped his sticky pecker.
"That was good," she murmured and put her mouth to his for a kiss.
Dick jerked away and got to his feet. "I've had enough. Why don't you gather up your brat and go home," he said, then left the room.
She sat up, flabbergasted. When she heard the water running in the bathroom, she got up and padded softly through the house.
"What's the matter, stud? Can't get it up more than once?" she asked, standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Go home, Grace. We never should have done it. Esther's supposed to be your best friend."
"You phony bastard. What right have you got to say what's right and wrong? You're nothing but a lazy, four-flushing sonofabitch."
"Well, you're nothing but a cock-hungry little whore! Now get the fuck out of here and leave me alone." He turned and looked coldly at her. "Before I throw you out."
* * *
When Ester got to work, she had again convinced herself that she was going to be faithful to Dick. She lit a cigarette and shuddered at the things she had been doing. Of course, she was making a hell of a lot of money, and it was for Dick, wasn't it? Or was it? What she had done with Greg... God, that hadn't been for Dick, that had been for her. Well, it was going to stop now.
She snuffed out her cigarette and went in and undressed. She was naked when Greg came in and kissed her.
"Greg, darling, you mustn't," she murmured.
"I love you, Esther," he said, and held her very tight. She tilted her face up and he kissed her again, and then again, and...
He aid excite her; she was tingling inside. Maybe she was actually falling for him, but no more sex with him, that was definitely out, and no more getting drunk, either. And of course she'd have to jack off her customers; her palms felt sweaty at the thought. Yes, she'd have to play with their cocks.
"Greg, this is madness," she said, pulling away. "You've got to get out of here so I can get ready. Customers are waiting."
"I don't want you for them, just for me," he said.
She pushed him towards the door. "Go on. Maybe later."
Greg left reluctantly and she pulled on a pair of shorts and stepped into heels.
When she walked into the waiting room, Peggy was sitting with a man and there was another guy on the couch. Jan and Jeanie were nowhere in sight. She went over and sat beside him.
She sat smoking while he ogled her bare tits. He was fat and ugly, but she didn't stop him when he put his hand on her thigh.
It was a good day. She jacked off a lot of Johns, and she finally weakened and sucked one guy off. Jesus, his stuff tasted so good.
When quitting time came, she dressed and started for her car. Greg was waiting for her. He kissed her hard on the lips.
"Some friends are having a party tonight. Will you go with me?" he asked.
"Greg, you know I can't; I'm married."
"Please, honey. I want to be with you so bad."
"We can't torture ourselves like this, Greg. It just won't work. I'm committed to my marriage." She suddenly felt very righteous.
Greg tried to kiss her again and she pulled away.
"Honey, please," he groaned.
She got into her car and pulled the door shut. "Can't, can't, can't!" she cried, then shoved the car into gear.
CHAPTER SIX
Poor Dick, Esther thought as she drove slowly towards home. I'm just no damn good, no damn good at all. I start the day with the best intentions, but they all go right down the drain.
She realized now how badly she wanted to go out with Greg. She wanted to be in Greg's arms, kissing him, feeling him tight against her, and then to fall into bed and fuck and fuck and fuck all night.
Even with the fat, ugly man she had gotten excited. He was so fat that the thick rolls hid his pecker, but she had found it. God did she find it, and then she fondled it and played with it until he squealed with pleasure. And after he spunked thickly all over her hand, she actually wished she had buried her face in the sweaty folds of fat and taken his prick in her mouth instead. He gave her a twenty-five-dollar tip and just before he stepped out the door, she whispered in his ear: "Next time, I'll suck your cock for you."
And by late afternoon, when she could hold out no longer, she did suck a guy off. It thrilled her to remember how the veins of his prick bulged against her lips, and the rigid shaft throbbed and jerked against her palate, and the bulbous head finally blossomed open at the tip and spit its slippery saliva into her waiting mouth.
Well, one good thing, she thought with a smile, I did cut down on the drinking. I only had three, or was it four, no... ah shit, the cocktails with Jan at lunch didn't count.
In .the car she had let Jan kiss her-several times. It was perverted and obscene, but she had opened her legs and let Jan feel her pussy. And she had lifted her ass to meet the beautiful girl's ruby lips when she bent her face and kissed her between her open thighs.
Esther blushed at the memory, because she had felt the urge to return the favor; it felt so good, and she was strangely curious to know what another girl's snatch tasted like. Jan seemed to read her mind and kissed her wetly, imparting some of that taste.
Esther blushed with shame when she realized her cunt was wet. She could work up a good head of steam just thinking about sex, even sex with another woman. Things had changed, Esther had changed, and she was almost convinced that the change was for the better. She knew she was happier, at least most of the time.
She turned the corner two blocks from home and saw Grace standing at the curb waving. She pulled the car over and rolled down the window.
"I'm glad I caught you before you got home," Grace said.
"Is something wrong? Is it Dick?" Esther cried.
"You could probably say so, but not what you might think. Turn off the engine and I'll get in; you and I need to have a little talk."
Grace told her everything. Well, almost everything; she left out the part about her and Dick fucking.
"How long has he... "
"I don't know, but I've suspected for several months and today I actually saw him walking."
"I don't believe you," Esther replied.
"I didn't think you would. I suggest you find out the same way I did. Walk home from here and peek in the window."
Esther gasped. "I couldn't do that."
"You really are stupid, Esther. Haven't you noticed how his legs are all filled out and firm?"
"Yes, but... "
"They couldn't be if he wasn't walking. You're a stupid asshole, Esther." Esther sat biting her Up and finally agreed. She got out of the car and walked to her house with foreboding. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the truth. She crept up to the window and peered in; it was quite a shock. Dick was sitting on the couch, and then he got to his feet, stretched, looked at his watch, and walked to the front window and peered out.
Esther slipped through the bushes into the next yard and walked back to her car in a daze. She got in the car beside Grace. "I want to be alone," she said. "Sure, honey, I understand," Grace said.
"No you don't!" Ester snapped. "Nobody understands; I don't even understand."
Grace got out of the car and closed the door quietly.
Esther sat silently for ten minutes, then started the car. She drove to the nearest telephone.
She heard the coins tinkle, heard the dull buzz as it rang, heard Greg's voice on the line.
"Hi, honey," she said, "I changed my mind about the party tonight-if you still want me."
"If I still want you... Jesus, that's wonderful. What made you change your mind?"
"I just want to be with you," she said.
"Where shall I pick you up?"
"It'd be better if I picked you up. What's your address?"
She got the address and hung up. She considered taking Greg home with her and fucking him in front of Dick, but decided it might not be fair to Greg.
The sonofabitch, the dirty sonofabitch, she muttered as she crawled back in the car. She realized that for a whole year she had not gone out once, that she had spent every free minute slaving for that worthless prick of a husband. Well, that was coming to a screeching halt. And what about sex? Didn't he miss sex?
When she walked into the house, he was sitting in his chair, glaring.
"Goddamnit, you're late again," he snarled. "I have to go back to work tonight."
He looked startled. "Why?" he said.
"Inventory. Everyone has to be there. They gave me an hour off to come home and fix your supper, you know, you being a helpless cripple and all." She gave him a long, sorrowful look. "It'll probably be for three or four nights."
"Ah shit! Can't you get out of it?"
"No, it's mandatory. Besides, we need the money, remember?' She smiled sweetly and brushed past him. "It was a rough day; I'm going to shower and change clothes before I go back."
"What about my supper?"
"Wheel your little chair out to the kitchen and make yourself a sandwich," she said, then left the room.
She showered and powdered and perfumed and put on her best party dress. She put on her coat in the hall so he couldn't see she was all dressed up, not quite ready to reveal all. Her revenge would be gradual and sweet. She stuck her head in the kitchen door where Dick was making a sandwich.
"I'm going now," she said.
Dick looked up and glared. "You have on too much makeup."
"Oh, I guess I wasn't paying attention. I'll wipe it off with a Kleenex in the car." She giggled. "It'll be late when I get home; do you want me to put you in bed now?"
"Of course not. I'll manage." His face was livid with rage.
"Oh, yes," she said, wide-eyed and innocently. "Even a cripple can pull himself into bed... I guess. Don't wait up. You need your rest, honey."
She drove straight to Greg's. His father answered the door when she rang and his eyes lit up at the sight of hen She had no more than entered the house when Greg came down the stairs; he introduced her to his parents.
Esther could tell immediately that mamma thought she was too old for her little boy, and obviously disapproved of girls picking up boys. She wondered what mamma would think if she knew she picked him up because her husband wouldn't approve, either. Daddy approved, though, there was no mistaking that.
"I hope you didn't mind that I introduced you as my girl," Greg said, after they had left the house.
"No, honey, I was flattered, but you really shouldn't lie to them."
"Did I lie? Aren't you my girl?"
"Yes... in a way, but I'm married to another man." The thought of Dick was bitter in her mouth. She turned and tilted her face up to him. "Kiss me... hard, and I'll pretend that I'm married to you, darling."
"Jesus, Esther," he said and kissed her.
"Kiss me again because I love you," she said.
He kissed her hard, his hands sliding down her back to cup the cheeks of her ass. "That's what I wanted to do the minute I saw you," he said when they broke apart, "but the old folks might not approve."
"Why do you still live at home?"
"It's just in the summer until I finish school. Come on, we'll take my car." They walked arm in arm to the car. "I've never been to one of these parties before. It's a swinger's party. Jeanie invited me. You don't have to go if you don't want."
"I think I'd like to; I've never been to a swinger's party before, either."
Greg drove in silence, Esther sat beside him smoking one cigarette after another. She tried to imagine all the thing that might happen at the party and got excited. She snuggled close to Greg, wanting to reach for his cock. She didn't.
Jeanie answered the door. "Hi. big guy, glad you decided to come. You look good enough to eat," she said, and then looked at Esther. "I didn't know he'd be bringing you, doll. I'll have to keep an eye on Ed. Ed's my big, horny husband."
Jeanie wore a very short skirt, extremely high heels, and a low-cut, tight, sleeveless sweater. Her big nipples stuck out like buttons.
Her husband came to the door with a tall drink in hand. Ed was a big man, bigger than Greg, and his head was completely bald. He had a thick, black moustache and his open shirt revealed masses of curly hair on his chest. He was outgoing and loud. His head looked huge and his lips were thick and sensuous.
He got them both a drink and introduced them to the other two couples. He told them two other couples would be along, but they were probably still at home in bed warming up. He laughed hard and loud. Esther liked him.
"Jeanie, you entertain the young stud there and I'll show his little lady around," Ed said, slipping a massive arm around her waist. "Jeanie's had the hots for your boy friend there ever since he started down at the parlor," he said to Esther. "Jeanie said you were married. Where did you ditch hubby?"
"He's home making himself a bologna sandwich." She held up her empty glass. "I need another drink to catch up with you people. Nice place you have here, Ed."
"It's comfortable. Come on over to the bar with me." He led her to the bar. "Come on behind the bar with me and I'll show you a master at work."
"Maybe I'll just perch on one of these stools and watch from this side," Esther replied.
"Shy?"
"No, just not started yet." Ed slid behind the bar and got a bottle of Scotch. "Do you like them strong?"
"Just pour it over ice. I like Scotch." Ed dropped a couple of cubes into the glass and filled it with Scotch.
"Come around here and sit by me, big man," she said, taking the glass from his hand. She took a long drink. The liquor felt good. She hadn't eaten and could feel its glow already starting. She finished the drink and reached for the bottle.
"Don't get drunk too fast, baby. I have big plans for you."
"Tell me about them," she purred, glancing over her shoulder at Greg.
Jeanie had steered Greg to the couch. She had her legs crossed and it was apparent that she wore no underwear. Greg was watching Esther and Ed, though.
"Let's dance while that sexy slow number is on," Ed said.
"Yes, let's," Esther replied sliding into his arms. She knew Greg was glaring and she decided that one jealous man riding herd on her was one too many. She let Ed kiss her.
The big guy pulled her close and she buried the side of her face in the thick mat on his chest. The booze was coming through good now, and so was the bulge in Ed's pants.
"You have a hard-on, Ed."
"Uh, yeah, just couldn't help it."
"Don't apologize. I like it." She pressed her cunt against his groin.
"It's early, baby, but I think you and I ought to be alone for a while."
"I like that idea. Where's the bedroom?"
Greg's mouth fell open when Esther left the room with Jeanie's husband. Jeanie saw the look and took his hand and pushed it up under her skirt.
"Ed is going to fuck your girl friend, Greg, so you might as well relax and enjoy yourself," Jeanie said.
Greg's face was pink with anger. 'I think I need another drink."
"What you need is a lot less jealousy. Esther really likes it now that she has had a taste. I don't think any one man can keep her satisfied any more; not even you." Her hand slid into his fly and wrapped around his limp prick. "What you really need is me. If we can get you good and hard I'll suck it."
Greg looked around the room with embarrassment, but the other two couples were oblivious to them. They had split from their mates and one couple was dancing, the man's hands under the woman's skirt gripping her ass-cheeks; the other couple was sitting in a chair necking.
"Do your parties always go like this? I mean pair off and start fooling around," Greg said.
"No, not really. We have six couples and meet once a month, that way a couple only has to entertain twice a year. Sometimes we invite outsiders, sometimes not. We usually sit around and drink and talk and tease for a while so that everyone gets well worked up and then we fuck separately or in groups, whatever the mood calls for. Ed was anxious to try out the new girl; too anxious, not the good host at all."
Jeanie had his cock out now and she pulled on it slowly. It was about half hard. "In groups?" Greg asked.
"Yeah. We all get naked and just fuck all over the place, sometimes two on one. You know, fucking and sucking."
"Jesus," Greg said. His cock was hard now.
He glanced across the room again. One couple was still dancing, but the other was obviously fucking. They were still clothed, but the woman's panties were on the floor and she was straddling his lap, a well-turned leg stretched out on either side of him. She moved slowly, her head thrown back, her eyes closed.
"I still think I need another drink," Greg said.
Ed and Esther had gone straight to the bedroom. It was dimly lit, the bed a large one, and turned down ready for action. The sheets were satin.
"Nice, very nice," Esther said, turning her back to him. "Unzip my dress."
Ed unzipped her dress and she let it float off her shoulders and down to her feet. She stood in black lace panties and bra.
"I'm wearing my honeymoon underwear. I bought them just for my husband and I've worn them only on my wedding night and each anniversary. Five times in all. No man but Dick has ever seen me in them."
"You're fantastic, woman. I think you've got the greatest body I've ever seen."
Esther blushed with pleasure. "It's all yours, big boy."
"Would you like some grass?"
"I've never smoked pot before."
"You'll like it, Esther. It makes fucking even better."
"You talked me into it. I'm for anything that improves on fucking. I didn't think it was possible."
Ed rolled two thin reefers, lit them, and sat beside her on the bed. She was lying on her back with her knees up. He put one between her lips. "Suck the smoke deep and hold it," he said.
Esther drew huge gulps of smoke into her lungs. Ed stroked her belly, his hand going down to the tops of her panties and then up to the bottom of her tits. She tingled with desire.
Ed got to his feet and started undressing. Esther lay watching him, drawing her reefer down until it burned her fingers. She watched the big guy push his shorts down. His huge cock sprang out and waved in the air. It looked unreal because it was so long and fat, and Esther knew she wanted it, wanted it very much.
Ed gripped his cock in one hand and walked over to the bed, the red, straining head bulging from the end of his fist.
Esther reached behind her back and undid her bra; it went sailing across the room. Ed reached for her panties.
"Not yet, Ed, I want you to kiss my pussy through the crotch. It's all wet and sticky for you."
Ed bent down and kissed the crotch of her panties. They were indeed wet and sticky and clung to the matted hair on her cunt. His fat lips sucked the panties from her pussy, drawing the filmy material into his mouth, and then he pushed the soaking wad back inside her cunt with his tongue. He tongue-fucked her hard.
Esther squealed.. "Take them off, Ed. Do it right!"
Ed peeled them down her legs, then glued his mouth back on her soppy cunt. His upper lip stroked her throbbing clitty while his tongue fucked into her hole. Esther shivered with pleasure; the ecstasy of a man's mouth on her cunt quickly brought her up, up, and over the hump. She came wildly.
"Oh, oh, oh... wonderful!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Eddy."
Ed came up over her, his hand pressing his thick dong to her cunt. Her body hummed with delight when she felt his fat knob spread open the lips.
Her legs came up and she hunched to get his marvelous prick inside. The fat lips of her pussy sucked at the shaft slowly pushing in. It opened her cunt wide and then filled it.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, her legs wrapping over his back and her mouth clamping to his mouth. She enjoyed the taste of wet pussy on his lips. She knew she would suck another girl's cunt, and it would be soon, maybe tonight.
Ed's cock was all the way in. She thought of Dick and of how much bigger Ed's cock was. She rolled gently under the big, thrusting man and formulated her plan to get even with her husband.
The bastard would pay, pay dearly.
Esther tightened her legs to bring his cock in deeper. It amazed her that it thrilled her so, that it felt so good to have this big man's cock inside her. She toyed with the idea of seeing how many men she could fuck without Dick knowing. It was so very pleasurable now that she didn't have to feel guilty, now that it was all Dick's fault, but she knew it wouldn't be good enough; he had to know.
Everything but the strong, thick cock seemed to fade away when she felt the first tiny tingles biting at her pussy. "Ooooh, darling... Ooooooooh... wonderful, wonderful!" she cried, lifting up with each hard stroke.
Ed was sucking one of her big nipples. He knew he was thrilling her, giving her a better fucking than she had had in a long time. His cock seemed to get bigger, thicker, stronger with each thrust.
"Oh, honey, I'm... I'm almost there," she gasped. "Nearly, nearly... Ohhhh, make me come, make me come!" She groaned and bucked under his slamming thrusts. "I've never felt a cock throb like yours, never felt one as good as this. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
He felt her jerk convulsively, felt her tense up and relax, then tense up again as her strong legs fell away from his back. Her breath came in short gasps and he knew she was coming hard. And then the stuff she was wanting was there, squirting and spurting into her cunt in thick wads. She felt his ejaculation and slumped to receive his cum.
When he had drained himself, he rolled off and lay beside her on his back. "You're a good fuck, Esther," he said.
She rolled her head to face him. "I'm good because I like it." She closed her eyes and lay quietly for several minutes. "Let's have another grass cigarette. I want to really get high."
He got up and rolled two more. Esther lay quietly and smoked it down to nothing. She felt hazy and unreal, yet she was so aware of her body, of her desire for more stimulation. "One more," she said, " let me have one more."
Ed rolled her another, lit it. "Let's go and join the others. I'm sure you'd like to be fucked some more."
When they walked back into the bit living room, it was quiet. Greg lay naked on the couch, his limp cock lolled across his thigh. Jeanie was on top of one of the other men on the floor. She slowly fucked him, his long prick making slurping sounds as it fucked her cunt. The other man and woman sat in separate chairs; all were naked.
"This is a good party," Esther said, walking over to the bar. She poured herself a glass of scotch and took a healthy pull, and then another. The whiskey was just what she needed; it made her feel alive again. It still burned on its way down, but it was a good burn, hot and sensuous.
She went and sat by Greg on the couch. She finished the scotch, then smoked the grass and played with his cock. His prick responded only half heartedly.
She was slowly stroking Greg's prick when she noticed the man across the room looking at her. She smiled and let her legs fall open. He smiled back so she got to her feet, swayed unsteadily for a moment, and walked over to where he was sitting. "Hi," she said.
"Sit down and let's be friends," he said.
She looked down and saw his cock was hard, and it was a nice one. She sat on his lap, her arms sliding around his neck, his prick wedging between her ass-cheeks. She squirmed on his hard prick as her open mouth closed over his.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, drawing his tongue deep into her mouth.
"Since you're a guest to our party, it's my duty to please you. What would you like?"
Esther's eyes glowed with lust. "I want you to eat me. I've wanted for some time to sit in a chair and look down at a man with his face between my legs."
"Your wish is my command. Besides, I'll love burying my face in your muff."
She got to her feet and, after the man had vacated the chair, settled comfortably, her legs spread wide.
He sat on the carpet in front of her. He was softly kissing her thighs when another couple arrived. The woman was tall and very beautiful. The man was short and broad with a square heavily jowled face. He appeared much older than his partner, and from his dress, obviously well heeled. The most startling thing, though, was the huge, black Doberman the woman had on a stout leash.
"Sorry we're late," the woman said, "but I can see it didn't hold the party up. Ralph was late getting home, and then I couldn't find a sitter for King." She giggled. "Of course he's always very well behaved at parties."
Ed came over, his cock at approximately half-mast, a drink in hand, and kissed the woman on the lips. Her hand went to his prick. "Hi, Judy. I was afraid you wouldn't make it." He looked over her shoulder. "Hi, Ralph." He pointed at Esther and then swung his hand over to Greg. "That's Esther and Greg."
Esther raised her hand in a weak wave, then dropped it back on top of her man's head. The mouth on her pussy felt too good to stop.
"Sit, King," Judy said. The big dog sat. Judy looked at Ed, her hand still clasping his cock. "Are you going to let me fuck your bald head, Ed?"
"You bet," Ed said, dropping to his hands and knees. "Climb aboard, baby."
Judy was wearing a floor-length dress. She lifted it up and straddled his thick neck, then let it drop back down. She started rubbing his neck, then let her crotch slide up over his head. She rubbed back and forth, her eyes half closed.
"That feels good, Ed. I'll polish it all up for you with my hot wax."
Esther watched, moaning softly as her partner's wet tongue played up inside her cunt. She wondered what it felt like to have a bald head rubbing against her pussy. Surely not as good as a tongue.
Judy, meanwhile, had raised up and stepped away from Ed. "Roll over and lay on your back, Ed," she said. Ed did as she said, his cock now sticking straight up, ramrod hard.
Judy started kissing his cock. She reached back and pulled her skirt up over her hips. She was naked under the skirt and her white ass waved invitingly in the air. Her mouth was all over Ed's monstrous cock-head.
Esther watched Judy slowly suck Ed's huge prick and knew she was getting close. She watched the smooth ass bob in the air. King was also watching the smooth ass, his head cocked with interest, his mouth open and his tongue lolling out.
Esther glanced at the sitting dog and gasped; his red cock was slowly crawling out of the black fur. It grew longer and longer, all red and wet-looking, a slimy ooze already dripping from the pointed end.
Esther felt her orgasm starting. "Suck, you bastard... I'm coming!" she growled.
Judy lifted her mouth from Ed's pecker. "Lick Judy's pussy, King," she ordered, "while I take baldy's load in my mouth."
King responded instantly. He stood behind Judy licking her ass and cunt with his long tongue, his tail wagging, his prick long and hard.
Ed grunted and lifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Judy's mouth. He continued grunting while Judy took his load in her mouth. She moved her hips slowly while the dog lapped hungrily between her thighs.
Ralph had removed his topcoat and settled comfortably into a large, overstuffed chair. He slowly peeled the wrapper from a cigar. He sat contentedly smoking his cigar, a thick, blue haze settling around his head.
When Judy finished with Ed's cock, she straightened up and turned to the dog. "Lie down, boy. Mamma will give you your reward for a good licking." King lay down on his side. Judy reached out and took his cock in her hand, slowly rubbing up and down. "This is what you want, isn't it, boy?" she said.
King whined.
Esther's eyes grew large as she watched Judy bend over the dog's belly. Her heart flipped and she started coming again when Judy opened her mouth and started sucking the dog's cock. It was the most perverted thing she had ever seen; her cunt throbbed with excitement.
The man at Esther's cunt raised up. "Now I fuck you," he said.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Esther hissed.
Judy was avidly sucking King's messy prick. She raised up. "You're about to come, aren't you, King? You want to come; you want that nasty old stuff all sucked out, don't you? All right... come!"
She put her mouth back over his cock. The dog jerked wildly, his hind leg kicking frantically at the air. He whined and tried to fuck into her mouth, but she held him firmly, one hand at the base of his cock drawing the sperm from his nuts. It started then, and Judy drank hungrily from King's spurting prick. She sucked the stuff from his cock in long, sticky-strings.
Esther was on her back on the thick, pile carpet, a thick prick entering her twitching pussy, but she lay so she could watch. It was the most obscene thing she had ever seen, and the most exciting.
Ralph sat watching his wife suck the dog's cock. He crossed his thick legs and puffed contentedly on his cigar.
Esther closed her eyes, enjoying the sharp sensations of the cock rubbing inside her. The man had a nice cock, and he knew how to use it, pulling the hard shaft back and forth against her excited clit. She even imagined the big, black dog was standing over her, his ugly red prick sticking out and leaking its slippery slime onto her belly and then her tits and finally...
When the man had spurted inside her and rolled off, she sat up and saw Judy was now on the couch with Greg on top. They were kissing and fucking like mad. She wondered if Greg liked the taste of doggy cum. She glanced next at Ralph, Judy's husband, and saw that Jeanie was sitting on the floor in front of his chair sucking his cock. He sat unmoving, smoking his cigar. When Esther got to her feet and walked across the room to the bar, she could feel the slick goo running down the inside of her thigh. It was an exciting feeling, reminding her that she had just been fucked by a man whose name she didn't even know. She lit a cigarette and poured herself a scotch.
Jeanie got up and took Ralph's hand. They left for the bedroom. Ralph was still dressed, but his cock stuck straight out of his fly; it wasn't very long, but it was enormous in girth.
Esther drank her scotch. She felt happy, fuzzy as hell, but happy. She saw the dog lying contentedly in the corner and went over and squatted down. The dog raised his head and growled, baring huge, white teeth.
"King!"
The dog dropped his head in shame.
Esther looked up and saw Judy standing right behind her. "I'd like to pet him," she said timidly.
"It's all right now. He won't bite you. He's leery of strangers unless I let him know it's okay," Judy said.
Esther patted King on the head. The dog sat up, his tail wagging. She glanced down between his strong forelegs. "Will he... will his... " she stammered.
"Cock get hard?" Judy finished for her. "Yes, if you play with it. He's had enough rest to get horny again-He's a very horny dog; likes to fuck."
Esther blushed.
"Don't be shy, Esther. He can smell your pussy and it wouldn't take much to get him hard. Reach under there and feel that furry sheath. You'll get a nice reward."
"Oh, I couldn't."
"Sure you can. You want to. I can tell. Here, let me help you," she said, stepping up, her bushy cunt inches from Esther's face.
Esther stared at Judy's furry pussy and impulsively kissed Judy on the thigh.- "Oh, oh, you wonderful girl!" Judy cried, spreading her legs. "Do it again, please."
Esther was without shame now and kissed her thigh again, this time at the fringe of her cunt. She let her mouth linger, her tongue sneaking out.
"Oh, honey, I like that," she squealed, bending her knees to get lower. "Kiss my cunt, Esther. Oh honey, kiss it! Here, I'll get a little lower. Now kiss it, and reach under King and feel his cock."
Esther saw the open, wet cunt in front of her and put her lips to the pink petals of another woman's pussy. She pressed her mouth tighter, closed her eyes, and groped under the dog's belly. Her reward came forth; the dog's sleek prick eased out into her hand.
"God!" she gasped, and pushed her tongue up into Judy's sloppy cunt.
Judy let her suck her cunt for several minutes before she straightened up and stepped back. "Get on your hands and knees, Esther, let King sniff at your pussy and ass. He likes that."
Esther was in a whirl of sexual excitement. The dog got to his feet, but Judy restrained him.
"Wait a moment," she said. She went to her bag and brought out what looked like a pair of booties. "I'd better put King's mittens on so he won't scratch you... in case he tries to mount."
Esther missed the significance of Judy's remark, nor did she notice the dog's agitation at getting his mittens on.
The dog sniffed briefly between Esther's legs then put his paws on her back. She didn't realize what was happening until Judy had put the tip of King's prick into her cunt.
"Fuck, King," Judy commanded.
Esther squealed when she felt King's prick jab into her pussy; she realized the dog was trying to fuck her. The cock went deeper and she realized the dog was fucking her. She didn't move and the cock went deeper, and then King was fucking with quick jabs. She was being fucked by a dog!
It was horrible, yet terribly exciting; it was humiliating, yet exhilarating. She grunted and thrust back her ass to get more dog-cock inside. Yes, she wanted the dog to fuck her, to fuck her fast and hard, and then spill his ugly slime inside her belly. She really hadn't wanted to suck it; this was much better. It felt so hard in there, and it was so thick at the base, like it had a knot in it, and he moved it in and out so fast.
Esther grunted and tears came to her eyes as the dog in its frenzy slammed the thick knot in her cunt. He hung there inside her, hopelessly impaled, and squirted loads of hot wet goo into her cunt. Esther started coming, too, and she hunched back, not wanting the marvelous prick to get away until she had completed her spend. It was a marvelous spend, hard and almost painful, and terribly, terribly satisfying.
She slumped to the floor, moaning and crying softly. King's prick came free, the fat lump spreading her cunt wide open. The sensation was enough to send her off and she came again, lying on her belly, writhing with shocked pleasure.
When she emerged from her stupor, Greg was standing over her. He was dressed. She looked up at his scowling face.
"Time to go home, huh?" she asked weakly.
"Yes. I think you've done enough for one night."
She got to her feet. "Gotta find my clothes; can't go home without my clothes."
She wandered around before remembering they were in the bedroom.
When she walked in the bedroom, Jeanie was on all fours on the floor; Ralph was kneeling behind her, his fat stubby cock all the way in her ass. Her ass was all red from the spanking he had given her.
"Oh, Ralph, darling, fuck my ass. Make me come and then spank me some more!" Jeanie wailed.
Esther watched them fuck while she dressed. They seemed to be oblivious of her presence.
"You know I come to these parties just to see you. I love you, baby," Ralph said, and fell over her back, his hands grabbing at her heavy, hanging tits.
"Yes, honey, yes," Jeanie said through clenched teeth. "Fuck hard! Ralph, be rough... I'm going to commmmmmmmmmme! Oh, Jesus Christ, it's good, it's soooo fucking goooooooood!"
Esther left the room, saw Greg nowhere in sight, then went out to the car, where he was sitting.
"You really made an ass of yourself."
"Did I?"
"You sure as hell did. Ran around fucking like a slut, and then when you let that goddamn dog fuck you-actually fuck you-well, it was just too much."
"Really? You think too much?" She shrugged. "Give me a cigarette."
"I wanted to marry you."
"I'm already married. You know that."
"I was in love with you."
"For Christ's sake, shut up and give me a fucking cigarette!"
He dug into his pocket and handed her a cigarette. He didn't light it. Esther pushed in the lighter. "Take me to my car." They drove in silence, and when he stopped in front of his house, she got out and went to her car. He was still sitting in his car when she drove away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Esther woke up the next morning, she felt terrible. Her pussy didn't hurt like she had thought it would, but she had a hangover. Dick was already in his wheelchair. He sat glowering at her.
"You'd better get up or you'll be late for work," he said. "Besides, I'm hungry and want my breakfast."
Esther looked at him through glazed eyes. "I'm not going in until later since I worked so late last night. Make yourself a sandwich or something." She went back to sleep.
When she finally got up, it was almost noon; Dick was in the living room pouting. She went into the kitchen and took a stiff slug from the bottle of scotch in the cupboard. It helped. She made some strong coffee, and that helped, too. Next, she made Dick a huge bowl of oatmeal-Dick loathed oatmeal-poured him a cup of coffee, and stepped to the door.
"I'm going to work," she called, "your breakfast is on the table."
With a smile, she went out to her car.
Esther planned to get her revenge. She would have to get a guy big enough to knock Dick on his ass when he busted in and started something. Yes, revenge would be sweet.
When she got to work, she got her ass chewed out by the new manager. Greg had quit. He was about thirty, a big, burly weight lifter, and not as handsome as Greg. She told him she got drunk the night before and just couldn't make it any earlier. Jeanie still hadn't showed up.
Esther decided to abstain the whole day. She masturbated her customers, but wouldn't let them touch her. By quitting time she had worked up a good case of the hots.
Jan had just stepped into the shower when Esther came into the dressing room. She quickly stripped and took a belt from the ever-present bottle. She felt the whiskey warm her belly and she stepped into the shower with Jan. Jan looked a little startled, but relaxed when Esther kissed her.
"Tonight?" Jan asked.
"No, I have plans for tonight. What about right now?"
"You mean here in the shower?"
"No, out on the couch."
"What about the other girls?"
"I don't care about the other girls; I want to eat you." Esther had her hand between Jan's legs, a finger pushing slowly up inside the girl's cunt.
"Oh, darling," Jan gasped, then pressed her mouth on Esther's.
They got out of the shower and dried each other, their hands playing naughty little games with each other's body. Esther let the towel fall to the floor and hugged Jan tightly, her mouth closing wetly over her friend's mouth, her tongue jerking in and out wildly.
"Wow, you are really turned on, honey. What's the celebration?" Jan said.
"I just want you, and I can't wait."
"That's fine with me, honey."
The girls stepped into the dressing room with their arms around each other. Jeanie hadn't shown up, but Peggy was still there and a couple of the night girls were just pulling on their little shorts. They looked up when Esther and Jan came in.
"Do you want to sixty-nine?" Jan asked.
"No. I just want to eat you. I want to get completely turned on without making it myself. Sit on the couch and open up your beautiful legs."
Jan sat down and let her legs fall far apart. Esther quickly kneeled. She started at Jan's knees, kissing wetly up her legs, paying special attention to the soft flesh of her inner thighs. When she got almost to the tops of her legs, she raised up and went to her tits, drawing first one nipple into a hard knot and then the other.
Jan's head was back, her eyes closed; she moaned softly. Esther had the tips of both her tits fiery red before she moved on down, kissing her armpits, her sides, her belly, and deeply into her belly button. She kissed at the edges of the soft-haired mound, then wet the hair freely with her tongue and lips. When she had the hair good and wet, she raised up and surveyed the ultimate target-the pink, moist, carefully shaved pussy. She carefully opened the fat, pouting lips. It was wet and pink and inviting inside.
"Yes, darling, yes... do it, do it! Oh, God, eat my pussy! Esther, suck my cunt, make me come!" Jan moaned, tangling her fingers in Esther's hair and pulling the beautiful face into her open, seething cunt.
The other girls stood silently, not really embarrassed, but not sure if they were supposed to be watching. They watched, anyway.
Esther let her face be pulled into Jan's musky pussy. She smelled deeply while her tongue played lightly. It didn't have the wild, pungent smell that Judy's cunt had, and she was a bit disappointed, but there was the unmistakable odor of pussy, hot, leaking pussy. She pressed her open lips against the warm, flesh and rolled her tongue deep into Jan's hole. It was much wetter than Judy's hole had been, all slimy and filled with goo.
Esther knew why, and it thrilled her. Jan had let several men fuck her and the last not twenty minutes ago, had been a big, black dude. She shuddered with lust and thrust her tongue up where that big, black cock had been, where it had spilled its slippery semen. She imagined she could taste the black cock and she sucked in juices and swallowed.
Jan moaned softly and held Esther's head firmly to her crotch. She slowly moved her ass, spreading her legs as wide as they would go to get the wet tongue deeper.
Esther withdrew her tongue from the slobbering hole and swabbed up the length of the fleshy channel. She found Jan's clit, already hard, and protruding from its rubbery sheath. Her tongue lolled roughly over the responding nub, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine.
Jan hunched convulsively, the spittle leaking from her mouth, and started coming. Her hips jerked, her cunt twitched, and Esther knew she could come herself with very little stimulation, but much as she wanted it, she was determined to save it for later. She wanted to be so badly in need that she'd fuck like a mink.
Esther felt Jan relax and she looked up at her. "Was it good, Jan?"
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Jan moaned, her hand dropping down between her legs. "I really got off that time."
Jan lay back, her hands clamped over her pussy in an effort to hold the wonderful feeling inside. It was a feeling worth savoring.
Peggy stood wide eyed, her mouth open. "Goddamn!"
One of the girls turned to her locker and said, "Shit!"
The other girl stood naked, fingering her cunt. "That really turned me on," she said.
Esther looked up at the girl. She wasn't very good looking, kind of homely, in fact, but she had a full, voluptuous body. Her tits were big, her ass round and fat, her thighs full, and her cunt had soft, blond hair. The hair covered her mound in profusion, and crept up her belly and down between her thighs. Esther turned to face her.
"If you want me to kiss you, too, step over closer," Esther said.
The girl hesitated for a moment, glancing at the other two girls, then she stepped forward with her legs far apart. She had never been sucked before, and she wasn't sure if that was what Esther meant, but she was hoping.
Esther put her hands on the girl's hips and put her face up between her legs. God, the girl was ripe beyond belief, just what she wanted. The hair was wet and sticky. She filled her nostrils, luxuriating in the smell, and opened her mouth.
Clamping on like a leech, Esther's tongue fucked into the slime of the girl's pussy. The taste was pungent, almost rancid... and delicious.
"Oh, oh, my God, eat me!" the girl wailed, bending her knees to press tighter against Esther's mouth. "It feels so good, so motherfucking good!"
Esther parted the matted hair, licking and sucking in a hungry frenzy. The girl's juices flowed wet and sticky. Esther let it mingle with her spit and swallowed; still it came.
The girl started coming, quivering like jelly. She moaned and cried and gurgled, and finally pulled away and fell on her ass.
She lay on her back rolling from side to side for several minutes, and then sat up, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, my God, I never came so hard before," she exclaimed, "never in my whole life!"
Esther looked at the happy girl and smiled with satisfaction. She wanted a man's prick so bad she'd have fucked anyone. It was a good start.
She got dressed and left the parlour. She stopped at the first good restaurant she saw, and before taking a table, called her husband. She told him she had to work one more night and wouldn't be home for supper. She hung up before he could say a word. She ate alone, devouring a large steak and a whole bottle of wine.
After dinner, she sat pondering her next move. She remembered the bar where all the young execs and department heads from the store went after work to try and make out. It was perfect. She remembered she had been tempted to stop a couple of times back when she was a faithful wife, but she had fought off the urge... then. Damnit!
It was almost seven when she got to the bar and hoped that all the horny studs hadn't already gone home. When she stepped inside, she saw that they hadn't. The place was jammed, mostly with men. She went to an empty stool at the bar.
"A double scotch over ice," she told the bartender.
She lit a cigarette, and glanced at the man on the next stool. Her heart flipped; it was her lucky night. It was Jack Willis, the head of the department she had been in when she worked at the store. He was staring at her.
"Hello, Mr. Willis," she said.
"Hello... uh, don't tell me... you're... " He reddened. "God, how could I forget the name of such a lovely creature. You're Miss... Miss...?"
"Jackson," Esther, "Mrs. Jackson."
"Oh, Mrs., I'm sorry, I... "
"What's to be sorry for. You have a wife, don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"So I've got a husband."
Jack Willis relaxed. "Good point," he said with a grin. He was a big guy, a very big guy, well muscled and quite handsome. He had a thatch of blond, curly hair and his ice-blue eyes twinkled.
Esther remembered that he had been on the make for every girl in the store, and he had put some very good moves on her at first. She was glad now that she had resisted; her fuck with him would be even more delicious since it was a first fuck.
"Now I remember you, it's Esther. Right?"
"Right, and you're Jack."
"Are you back at the store and can I buy you a drink?"
"No, I'm not back at the store and I have a drink coming," Esther said.
"Let me get it," he said, throwing a bill on the counter. He picked up her drink when it came. "It's more comfortable in a booth. Okay?"
"Okay," she said.
It gave her a thrill to know he was looking her over good on the way to the booth.
Esther slid into a booth and he sat beside her. She nursed three drinks over the next hour and a half. She played coy with Jack, allowing just enough to keep him interested. He had his arm around her and got a couple of kisses, but no more.
"Do you have to get home?" he asked.
"No, not really. What do you have in mind?"
"A combo comes in at 8:30." He looked at his watch. "Which is about now, and they have dancing in the back room. We could yak a bit more, have a few drinks, some dancing. I'm really smitten with you, lady."
She took one of his big hands in hers. "You turn me on, too."
He grinned. "Let's go back and get a table. The place really fills up around nine." By nine the place was jammed. Esther recognized several people from the store, but couldn't remember their names.
Esther drank liberally. Jack was a good dancer, and the activity sent the alcohol raging. She felt good, and free, and horny. They had just gotten back to their seats when a man around fifty with a chesty young woman on his arm came over.
"Hello, Jack," the man said. "How's every little thing?"
"Fine. Sit down and have a drunk with us, Mike," Jack said.
Introductions were made, a drink was consumed, and Esther was on the dance floor with Mike. Jack was dancing with Mike's big titted girlfriend.
"I haven't seen you around before," Mike said. "Where did Jack find such a catch?"
"He didn't find me; I found him. I used to work in his department and I stopped by for a drink." She snuggled close and looked him in the eyes. "I was hoping to get picked up. I did."
"Jesus, I wish I'd seen you first."
"So do I," she said. She didn't need to be coy with Mike; after all, she wasn't going to let him fuck her, not tonight, anyway.
She let him kiss her then, hard and long, her tongue gliding into his mouth. His hands slid down her back and pressed against her ass, pushing her cunt hard against his groin. "Jesus," he muttered.
"Are you married, Mike?"
"Sure, isn't everybody?"
"Must be. I know I sure as hell am."
"How does a husband let a doll like you out alone?"
"He had to work tonight." She enjoyed telling little lies to turn men on. "He really loves me, and works his ass off, and I love him, too. I swore to be faithful to him, and I really try, but when he works nights... well, I like to have a man."
They were dancing . close, rubbing tightly together, and she could feel his hard-on pressing into her. He had a nice one.
"Why don't you ditch Jack; we could go somewhere... "
"No way. I'm with Jack tonight. What kind of a tramp do you think I am?"
"Sorry, no offense."
"Don't apologize," she said, "I am a tramp." She let her hand move down between their bodies, inside his coat, and on down inside his pants. She got his shirt tail aside and inside his shorts. His cock was stiff as a board.
"God," she said softly, "I really like the feel of a man's cock. I wish I could suck it."
Mike groaned. "Jesus Christ, Esther! Stop it or I'll come in my pants."
"I'd rather have you come in my mouth."
"Where can we go?" Mike gasped.
"I have an idea. After this dance, excuse yourself to go potty and I'll meet you at the men's John."
After the dance, Mike took his girl back to their table and then went to the men's room. She waited only a couple of minutes when Esther walked up. She took his hand, and to his surprise, led him into the toilet.
"Let's go into one of the stalls," she said.
She went in ahead of him and sat down. "Take your cock out." While he pulled it out, she lifted her skirt and pushed down her panties. "I have to piss. Gee, you really have a nice one," she said, taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked wetly while she pissed. It was something she had never done before-pissed while she sucked a cock-and it excited her terribly.
Mike knew immediately that it would be a quick one and he thrust against her face, pushing his prick deep in her mouth. He felt her wet lips on his shaft, her tongue on the knob, heard her piss splashing in the bowl, and he started coming.
"Mmmmph! Mmmmm!" Esther moaned when she felt the first thick wad spurt into her mouth. She masturbated his shaft with her hand and let the second gob come before she let it slide down her throat. It felt all slimy and stringy as she sucked the stuff in and swallowed. She was very close to coming herself, and she wished she had reached down and played with her pussy while she pissed. The hot piss gushing over her hand would have surely brought her off.
They straightened their clothing and stepped out of the stall. A couple of guys stood in front of urinals and stared in disbelief.
"Hi," Esther said, then bounced out of the room.
In the course of the evening, she went through the same routine with several other men, all friends or acquaintances of Jack's, and she took a quick trip to the toilet with two of them. She felt the burning heat of their jizz in her throat and stomach and knew the night would be perfect.
She felt drunk, just the right amount, and her pants were on fire. She knew now what was meant when a girl had hot pants.
All of a sudden it was two in the morning and the place was closing.
Esther took Jack's hand and pressed it against her tit. "Take me home and maybe I'll let you come in for a little... uh, a little nightcap."
All evening Jack got the impression that she was deliberately holding him at bay, and he got the sick feeling that maybe she was just a tease, but things were looking up now. It was the first direct feel of her tits and she had instigated it, and it was obvious that she was braless. Her tits were as big as he had suspected, too.
She held his hand there until he felt the hardness of her nipple rise against his palm. "Come on, let's get out of here," he said.
In the car, she slid close to him and draped her arm around his neck. She started kissing his neck, her mouth sliding upward until she could dip the pointed tip of her tongue into his ear. He shivered and started the engine.
"Goddamn, honey, but I'm really getting turned on," she whispered between jabs at his ear with her tongue.
"What's the address?" he said, putting his hand on her knee.
She told him, and after a long, deep kiss, he headed the car out into the street.
She continued kissing the side of his face, neck, and ear while he drove. His hand moved slowly up her thigh until his fingers played lightly at the legband of her panties.
"Slow down a little... no, not the car. Let's save a little for when we get there," she said.
When he pulled up to the curb and turned off the engine, the house was dark. Perfect, just like she'd planned; Dick was in bed. They kissed again, deep tongue kisses.
"I have an idea, let's call each other Mr. and Mrs. You know, I'll call you Mr. Willis and you call me Mrs. Jackson, like we hardly knew each other. It'll be more exciting that way."
"Shit. That sounds screwy to me," Jack said.
Esther frowned and pulled away.
"Okay, Mrs. Jackson. It might be fun," he said.
They went into the house and Esther snapped on a couple of table lamps. It still left the room dim, but enough soft light to give anyone that might be watching a good view.
"Take your coat off and sit down on the couch, honey. I'll make us each a drink," she said, and went to the kitchen.
She came back and sat close to him. "To us," she said, clinking her glass against his.
They each took a drink and then kissed. Esther knew that Dick was in the hall outside the door. She hadn't actually heard him, but she knew he was there. She hoped he wouldn't rush right in; she wanted to give him a good show.
"Boy, it's a lucky break your husband is gone tonight," Jack said.
"Oh, he isn't gone. He's upstairs in bed."
Jack stiffened. "Jesus Christ... "
Esther put her hand on his leg. "Relax, he can't come down. He's an invalid. His legs are completely paralyzed. And he's a very sound sleeper."
Jack started to get up. She pushed him back down.
"Don't go!" she cried.
"Christ, what kind of a guy do you think I am? I couldn't... how in hell could you... Jesus, I had no idea."
"Don't go, please don't go. At least stay and finish your drink... and talk to me. I get so lonely, so fucking lonely... for a man. Please, Mr. Willis." She gripped his thigh, gripped it right near his prick. Then she was on it, and his cock was soft.
"Well, okay, until I finish the drink... and maybe talk for a little while."
She turned her face up to him. "Kiss me again, Mr. Willis."
"Aw shit, Es... Mrs. Jackson," he stammered.
He kissed her, and her fingers closed around his cock. She held it tightly through his trousers. The kiss lingered and his prick began to grow.
"We shouldn't, we really shouldn't," he said.
"Finish your drink, so we can... talk," she said, her hand rubbing the length of his prick. She smiled wanly and held up her glass. "To... us."
He clinked glasses again and drained it. "God, you're a beautiful woman."
Esther tipped up her glass and emptied it, then dropped it to the floor behind the couch. Her hand dropped to the top button on her blouse and undid it, then moved to the next.
"Thank you," she said, opening his fly.
Jack finished his drink and dropped it behind the couch like Esther had done. It hit the other glass and broke.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly.
"Don't be," she said. "It's only a fucking glass." She had her blouse open, both big tits plainly in view, and his cock was out in her hand. She looked down at the thick gristle bulging from her fist. "Oooooh, honey, honey, it's beautiful. Can I play with it, love it good... please!"
"God, I couldn't stop you now if I wanted to," he groaned.
Esther bent down and pressed his cock between the soft globes of her tits. He moaned with pleasure while she slowly masturbated him between her tits. Dick was indeed standing in the hall watching, his eyes all but popping from their sockets. He had awakened when they first came into the house, and when he heard a man's voice he sneaked down the stairs. He didn't rush in at first because he wasn't sure what was going on and he didn't want Esther to see he could walk. Now he was rooted to the spot just as sure as if his feet were cemented to the floor. His eyes were wet with anger, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak.
She brought a man home--the dirty bitch brought a strange man home. She had his huge prick between her tits, between the tits that belonged to him. She was actually jacking the bastard off with her boobs, and, oh God, no...
Esther let his prick slide from between her tits and opened her lovely mouth. "Don't come yet; I want to suck it a little first. I think I'll enjoy sucking your cock, Mr. Willis, but I don't want you to come there, either-I want you to fuck me first."
Her mouth slid down over the fat knob of his cock, and she sucked wetly, noisily. She put her hand in his pants and gently cupped his balls. His shaft moved in until it was buried in her throat, at least seven and a half inches of cock in her mouth and down her throat. She pulled back off the long shaft. When she thought he was about there, she stopped sucking and squeezed his cock at the base, pinching off any chance of a come.
Dick was breathing fire. He was so angry, yet, to his shock, he had a throbbing hard-on. It was like watching a first-rate porno movie with his wife as the star, a movie that he never knew had been made.
Esther backed off his cock and sat up. "Now I want you to take off my clothes. I'll stretch out for you and you can kiss my pussy, kiss it and lick it all over and make it ready for your wonderful big cock." She hesitated for a minute and then said very loud, "It's bigger than Dick's, and I know I'll enjoy it that much more. I want it in my cunt, Mr. Willis, I want you to eat me and then fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
Jack Willis removed her clothing piece by piece until she was naked. While she lay back and opened her legs, he put her sodden panties to his nose and inhaled the ripe smell of wet cunt. He threw them across the room, kneeled beside the couch, and buried his face between her eager legs.
Esther twitched wildly on the couch, her hands grasping at the sides of his head. "Yesssss!" she hissed. "Eat me, eat my pussy good!"
Esther was on the verge of spending when she pushed his head away. "Now, now!" she cried. "I want to be fucked!"
He stood up and undid his belt, pushing his pants and shorts quickly down his legs.
"That's enough. I can't wait. I want to be fucked!" she wailed, her arms stretched out to him.
Her hands were on his prick, kneading it, stroking it, pulling it in between her thighs. She held it tight and slowly swabbed it back and forth between the fat, pink lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmm, honey, push it in! All the way in! It'll be the first real fuck of my life!"
Jack came down heavy, his thick meat opening her twat and pushing up inside her hungry belly. Her knees came up to take him deeper, her head lolled to one side, and when he hit bottom and started fucking, her eyes went all big and glassy.
Esther hadn't realized how badly she needed it, holding it at bay all day and all night. His cock was so big and so wonderful and so hard. Getting even with Dick didn't seem so important now, not as long as she had a hard cock buried inside her cunt.
The wonderful feel of his shaft moving in and out of her juicy pussy, grinding, rubbing, jerking... God, it was the best feeling in the world. Hot prick fused into hot cunt.
She started grunting, her arms around his neck, her legs up over his back. When he moved, she moved. When he thrust into her, she thrust against him. It was as if they were glued together, fucking in unison, a veritable fucking machine just rolled off the assembly line, brand new and in perfect fucking condition, or perfect condition for fucking-it didn't matter which.
"Oh my God, Jack! I never knew it could be like this-could be this good!" Her fists pounded against his broad back. "Fuck me til I go blind! Never stop! Make me come, make me come!"
Jack lunged into her with a vengeance. He had had a lot of hot broads, but never one this turned on. He couldn't understand how he held out; maybe it was all the booze he had consumed, but more than likely it was her sheer force of will to keep him pounding into her cunt until she started having one orgasm after the other, until she came until it hurt. She wasn't far off; he knew that.
And then it happened. She started coming. She gave an ear-splitting scream and sank her teeth into his shoulder.
Her cunt opened and closed around his cock, sucking like a hot mouth for the stuff in his nuts.
He felt it start in his balls and charge wildly up the long stem of his prick. He felt it in the tips of his toes just before his legs went weak; the thick goo was belching into her snatch like a backed-up volcano. He sent wad after wad of the stuff inside her.
Esther was so numb from coming that she didn't even feel it wetting her insides. "You can come now, darling," she mumbled. "Fill me up with your spunk; make me a baby. I want to carry your baby around in my belly."
Jack slumped heavily on top of her. "You're so full of jizz you'll have ten babies," he said.
"Good, good, only don't stop... fuck me some more!"
"I can't; I'm wiped out."
Dick felt the wet stuff soak his pajamas and run down the inside of his leg. He realized he had come without touching himself. As the stuff slid down his leg, anger and hatred and self-loathing filled him. He had stood and watched while another man fucked his wife silly. And in the process he had shot off inside his clothes; he felt sickened and ashamed. He clenched his fists and ran into the room.
Jack was just zipping up.
"Hold it, fella! Hold it right there or I knock you on your ass."
Dick stopped short, taking a good look at the man. He was a big bastard, very big.
Jack looked back at Esther. "I thought you said your husband was crippled?"
"I lied to you," she said, and looked at Dick, "just like he lied to me."
"You bitch!" Jack said. He was grinning and turned his gaze back to Dick. "As for you, fella, just hang tight, I'm on my way out. And don't move until I'm out of this house or I'll tear you a brand new asshole." He started out, then stopped and turned back to Dick. "I'll say one thing, buddy, your wife is the hottest fuck I've ever had, and I've had a few."
Dick watched him go and then turned back to his wife, his face red with anger, his eyes wet with frustration.
Esther still lay on the couch. She had one leg thrown up over the back and the other dangling off the edge, spreading her cunt wide open. Jack's slime was leaking out, wetting her hair and thighs and dripping onto the couch. She pointed a slender finger at the wet spot on the front of Dick's pajamas.
"You dumb bastard, you've either wet yourself or you got so hot watching a real man fuck your wife that you've come in your pajamas."
She started giggling.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dick stared dumbly at his wife spread out in her wanton pose, his blind anger drowning in a pool of guilt, doubt, and confusion.
Esther stared back with contempt. He wasn't the same man he was a year ago.
"You'd better sit down before you fall down. Your poor little legs might not hold you up," she sneered.
He sat down. "How long have you known?"
"Not long enough," she said, getting to her feet. She bent over to pick up her blouse and almost fell. "Jeeesus, I'm drunker than I thought."
She tried again and retrieved the blouse, then wiped at the sticky junk smearing her thighs, sat down, stuffing the blouse tightly into her crotch. She reached for a cigarette. Dick felt his anger returning and it gave him strength. "Who was that sonofabitch?"
Esther lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. "He's Jack Willis, my department manager."
"What was he doing here?"
"Are you blind instead of crippled!" she yelled. "He was fucking me!"
Dick screamed with rage and leaped to his feet. He stepped towards her, his fists clenched.
"Hold it, buddy. You put one bruise on me and I'll call the cops and in the slammer you'll go."
Dick stopped. "I'll kill him," he said, less than convincing.
"Nah, Dick, he's too big for you; he'd make mince meat of you. And since you were watching, you'll have to admit he can fuck. Yes, Lord, he's good!"
"All this time you've been fucking around on me, and I was feeling guilty."
"Nope. This was our first time."
"Do you expect me to believe that? I'll divorce you, you slut."
"You can't."
"Why not?"
"No grounds."
"No grounds!" Dick screamed. "You stupid bitch, haven't you ever heard of adultery?"
"Yeah, but I don't think you'll try it. If you do, you'll wind up in the pen."
"You really are stupid. How the hell can I wind up in the pen because you committed adultery?"
"Not for what I did, but for what you did, Dicky boy. It's called fraud. You've been cheating the insurance company, and you've been cheating your employers, and you've been cheating the government, but worst of all you've been cheating me. At least worst for you because I'll squeal on you and any doctor can tell you didn't start walking today. No way, buddy."
Dick felt the blood drain from his face and sat back down. "God," he said, putting his face in his hands. "You really mean that this is the first time?"
"Of course. He's the only man that has ever touched me besides you." She looked him straight in the eye and said it without flinching, almost believing it herself. "I did it to get even with you. I'm sitting here eaten up with guilt, and all because of you, you lousy bastard."
"We'd have lost the disability if anyone found out," he whined.
"Yeah, and you'd have had to go back to work like a self-respecting man. None of this would have happened if you'd have told me. All you had to do was be honest with me."
"We needed your salary, too. I was afraid you'd quit working if I told you." He was trembling.
"You're goddamn right I'd have quit!" she shouted.
"Esther, I'm sorry. Oh honey, I'm so sorry."
Esther had him right where she wanted him, and she was going to make him squirm. "Jack Willis, the big guy who just left, has wanted to get in my pants ever since I went to work. I could tell by the way he looked at me. I resisted; God, you have no idea, but he's so attractive and I've needed a man so bad. Yes, you sonofabitch, I need it, too; I needed to be fucked, but I resisted. Well, when I came home early two days ago and saw you up and around, well... you rotten bastard, I had to get even. Revenge is sweet, Dick, so suffer, baby, suffer."
"Esther, Esther, you have no idea how rotten I've felt, how I've hated myself. I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I was afraid; I don't know why, and the longer I put it off the harder it got. I'll forgive you if you'll forgive me."
"I have nothing to be forgiven for," she said.
It was fun to watch him squirm like a worm. It was his turn to feel guilty, and by God, feel guilty he would. Working at the parlor and playing with all those men could have been so enjoyable if she hadn't felt guilty. Well, she wouldn't feel guilty any more.
"I want a drink," she said, getting unsteadily to her feet. "How about you?"
"You don't need another drink."
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what I need? I'm having a drink with or without you."
She came back from the kitchen with two drinks. "I'll drink them both if you don't want one."
"I'll have one," he answered meekly.
She put the drinks on the coffee table and went over to where he was sitting. She straddled him on her knees, her arms going around his neck, and kissed him hard. "I'll forgive you if you get it hard and fuck me," she said.
"My God, Esther! What's happened to you? You never used to talk or act like this."
"I never knew I needed it so much until I wasn't getting it any more. Like everything else, it's all your own fault." She had no intention of letting up on him. He would shape up, or else.
"You're coming on too strong."
"Okay, I won't be so demanding. All you have to do is get it up and I'll fuck you."
She got up and went to the coffee table and retrieved the two drinks. "Here, have a drink. It'll loosen you up," she said. She sat on the floor in front of him and sipped at her drink. She had it halfway gone when her hand crept stealthily up his thigh.
Dick had already finished his; he needed it.
Esther had only half meant it when she started, but now with her hand inside his pajamas and his cock slowly erecting, she decided maybe she did need another good fuck. She was sure as hell too drunk to do anything else.
When his cock was firm and long like she wanted it, she took it in her mouth, wetting it liberally, sucking urgently. She knew she was a confirmed cocksucker; she even enjoyed sucking her husband's cock. It turned her on, made her really ready for the other stuff.
Dick closed his eyes and moaned softly as his prick sloshed inside her mouth. Jesus, she was good at it. Could a woman be naturally good at cocksucking, or did she have to have... No, no, he had to keep thoughts like that out of his head. Yet, he remembered how readily and expertly she had sucked that other bastard's prick, how she had wrapped her lips around it and took the filthy thing all the way in. He almost thought she was going to let the fucking guy come in her mouth, but no, he knew she wouldn't do that, not his Esther. Oh, Jesus, it felt good; if she didn't stop he was going to come in her mouth. He started to thrust.
But she stopped.
"Now, Dicky, I think you're ready," she said, and she straddled his lap again. It sure opened the old hole up. His cock slid right in, first the head and then the shaft, in and in until she had it all.
"Unnngh, unnngh!" she grunted, grinding his prick inside her cunt. "Good, Dick, good, it feels so fucking good!" She had her arms around his neck and she slumped her heavy tits against him. "Kiss me, honey, kiss me!"
They kissed wetly while she humped steadily against his crotch. When she felt him tighten up, she slowed and then stopped.
"Not yet, baby, mamma hasn't come yet. Oh, Jesus, I've got to make it. I'm close, but not quite there, so hold off a few minutes. Mamma wants to pop her nuts, too."
She had her head on his shoulder and she started fucking again, slow, with his prick in as deep as it would go. His pubic hair ground at her labia.
Even on the edge of a good come, Dick had the distinct feeling that somehow he was being used. This whole thing hadn't worked out the way he had planned. She was conning him, she had to be. She'd learned to fuck like a whore somewhere. He hated it, but it excited him. God, could she fuck, and it felt so damn good.
"Stop for a minute; let it cool off. Talk dirty, Esther, say ugly, dirty things." He wanted to come, but he knew if he did he would think about it, and he wanted to put that off.
Esther stopped. "God, Dick, I'll have cramps in my legs if we don't get it off soon. But it feels so good to have your cock in so deep. I was almost there, but now I'll have to work it back up, fuck you slow and easy."
She felt a new urgency and started moving again. Her bladder was near bursting; she had to piss something terrible.
"Honey, honey, I'm getting so close!" she gasped. "I have to start fucking again; I want to be fucking hard when I come."
"I almost came when you were sucking me," he said.
"I know it, darling, and I almost didn't stop. I wanted you to come in my mouth. I wanted to suck your cum and drink it. Next time I'll suck on it until your balls cave in."
Esther fucked faster, her orgasm coming on. Then it was just too fucking good to last.
"Oh, honey, I'm almost there!" Dick cried, lifting to meet her. "Do it good! Do it good!"
"I always do it good," she grunted, going very fast now. "I like doing it, I like doing it, I love doing it... Oooooh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Dickeeee, darling, baby, I'm there, I'm going to come... and, and... I'm going to piss, too! I'm coming, baby... and I'm pissing! Oh Christ, am I ever pissing! I've wanted to piss while I come for a long time. Ooooh, God, I, oh... "
Her words became incoherent. She jerked frantically, yet held his cock firmly in place, and she pissed and pissed and pissed.
Dick felt the hot, wet stuff drench his pajamas, his legs, his balls. He started coming. Gob after gob of goo belched up inside her. Her cunt seemed to tighten like a vise, the wet walls opening and closing to suck the stringy stuff out.
He felt weak and drained when she finally slumped heavily in his lap. "Christ, Esther, you pissed all over me."
"I couldn't help it. I had to piss so bad, and it felt so good. I don't think I ever came so hard before."
Dick remembered when it didn't matter if she came or not, now she acted like it was everything.
He pushed her off and she tried to stand, but fell down. She lay on the floor giggling.
"Jesus, my legs are numb. And I'm so damn drunk I couldn't stand up if they weren't," she giggled.
Dick stood up. "Christ, I'm soaked."
"You can take a shower, lover. It'll wash off."
"What about the chair? Can it take a shower, too? It's ruined."
"Throw the fucking thing away. We can afford it; you're going back to work."
Dick's shoulders slumped. He knew he had been had, but he was too weak to do anything about it now. Tomorrow, he'd straighten her out tomorrow. He turned and walked out of the room.
When Esther got to the bedroom, Dick was already out of the shower. She found it was very difficult to walk. It wasn't any better in the shower, and she sat on the floor under the spray and washed her pussy.
She got herself dried off somehow and crawled weakly into bed. Dick was sitting up, talking to her, but she didn't hear him; she was out, dead to the world.
Dick shrugged his shoulder in disgust and lay down. His mind thought of what had happened. God, he'd never had a fuck like that before, anywhere; she was a Goddamned fucking machine.
He got up and took off the clean pajamas and crawled into her bed. She lay on her side and he felt her press her soft ass against his groin. He was hard again and he pushed his cock back and forth in the crack of her ass. With a soft moan, she turned and spread out under him. His cock sank deep.
She was passed out cold, but she still writhed hotly under him. Jesus, what a piece of ass!
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning, Dick woke up first. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, realizing very quickly that his prick was sore, that too much activity after so much abstinence was not wise. He glanced at Esther, still sleeping peacefully, pulled down the cover and saw her nice, round ass.
He nudged her gently and she stirred. "Better get up, baby; you're already late for work."
"Can't make it," she mumbled. "Feel shitty, terrible headache, lemme sleep."
Dick decided to let her sleep. He took a shower, dressed, and went down to the kitchen. He felt better than he had in a whole year. His wife's actions of the night before were disturbing, but he was again' at peace with himself, and he wouldn't have any trouble whipping Esther back into shape.
It was well past noon when Esther got up and came down to the kitchen. Dick had coffee made and poured her a cup.
"This should fix you up, old girl, and maybe you've learned not to drink so much."
Esther came slowly back to life and they discussed the situation and what must be done to return their lives to normal.
"It's settled then," Dick finally said, "I'll go down to the office and somehow work things out, and you will quit work, and I mean immediately. Just call them up and quit, no notice no nothing. After what happened last night you can't go back to that place."
Esther nodded in agreement. "All right, whatever you say," she answered, still too bent out of shape to argue.
Dick left the house and got into the car. He was very proud of himself; it had been easier than he thought.
Esther drank another cup of coffee and then went into the living room and dialed the massage parlor. "Hello," she said, "is this Greg... oh shit, I forgot, Greg's not there any more. This must be Ralph."
"Yeah, this is Ralph.'"
"Hi, Ralph, this is Esther."
"Where the hell are you? Boy, you girls are sure unreliable. This place is a madhouse and I ain't got enough girls, so get your ass down here before I can you. What's the matter, got another hangover?"
"Hold it, big boy, I don't need any lectures. I just called up to quit."
Ralph's tone of voice changed immediately. "Quit? You can't quit. I need you, honey."
"I have to," Esther said, "my husband insists. He thinks I might get into trouble at work, and he thinks I'm a clerk in a department store." She giggled, then laughed outright.
"Listen, honey, I need ya. Work out your family problems any way you can, but don't quit on me. I need help from an experienced gal to get these broads down here in shape."
"What the hell you talking about? You've got some damn fine girls working down there."
"Not any more we ain't," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, since you left yesterday, Jan ran off to California with some lesbian. And Peggy called up this morning and quit; she's getting married and says no more fooling around. And Jeanie, Christ, she don't show up half the time, anyway, and today was one of those days. I got three new girls they sent me and they don't know shit from Shinola. But more important than that, half the guys that come in here ask for you; you're the most popular gal this place ever had."
Esther tingled from the flattery. She liked the idea of men asking for her. "Jesus, Ralph, I don't know what I can do. My husband was pretty damn insistent. Look, I can't get out of the house today, no way, but I'll come down tomorrow and we can discuss it. Maybe we can work something out, but I sure don't know what."
After she hung up, she had a shot from the bottle and went back to bed. She was still in bed when Dick got home. He sat on the edge of the bed and rolled her big tits in his hands.
"Everything's going to be okay," he said. "They bought my story and I can come back to work. I notified the insurance company and the government agency, too. Now get dressed; we're going out for dinner and celebrate. Oh, did you quit your job?"
"Yeah, I sure did. They didn't like it, but I told them my husband insisted." She liked the feel of his hands on her tits. "Why don't you take off your clothes and crawl into bed with me for a little while. We can celebrate before we go out to eat."
* * *
Dick went to work the next morning. Esther got dressed and called a cab. When she got to the parlor, there was one guy sitting on the couch waiting and another talking to a girl; she looked awfully young to Esther.
Ralph was standing in the hall. His face lit up when he saw Esther. "Boy, am I glad to see you."
"Hold it, big boy, I'm just here to talk." She looked at Ralph. Jesus, he was a big bastard, and kind of attractive... in a brutish way.
"Okay, but we can't talk in here." He jerked his head in the direction of the John sitting on the couch.
"Let's go in the girl's lounge; it looks like they'll be busy for a little while."
"Swell," Ralph said. He looked at the guy on the couch. "One of the girls will be out in a little while; just make yourself at home."
He took Ester's hand and led her to the women's lounge. They sat on the couch where Esther had given head to Jan two days before.
"I sure need someone to help me with these new gals," he said, taking her hand.
Esther remembered when she was a new girl. "Yes, I imagine you do. If a girl is new to this kind of work, it does take some adjusting."
"Does that mean you'll stay?"
"Hold it. I didn't say that... exactly." She really did hate to quit because she liked the money and the excitement, especially the excitement, and of course, the men, lots of men. "But I couldn't work a full shift, anyway, not the hours I was working before. My husband thinks I'm a clerk in a department store. God, if he ever found out I work here... Let's have a drink so I can decide."
"I ain't got any booze here."
"We girls have some. If you hide your eyes, I'll get it. You're not supposed to know."
She brought a full bottle of Scotch from her locker and twisted off the cap. "Ladies first," she said, then took a long pull. "Maybe I'll work some," she said, handing him the bottle.
Ralph grinned and tipped up the bottle.
"Of course you know this is a good location for mid-day traffic. Lots of well-heeled businessmen on long lunch breaks, loads of blue-collar workers and high-paid skilled labor, so it is really the best time. What if I agreed to work from 11:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m.? It's the best time." She took another drink.
"Honey, you can work any hours you want. The brass wouldn't approve, but I won't tell them." He took his turn at the bottle.
Esther giggled. The Scotch had her warm and tingly. "If my husband ever wanders in here and sees me, well... you'll have to whip his ass to keep him from killing me."
"I'll sure do 'er," Ralph said.
"And if it ever happens, I want you to really beat the shit out of him."
He put his arm around her and kissed her then. It was a deep, wet kiss.
"I liked that," she said softly. One more drink and she'd be ready for anything the big guy had to offer. She took it. "Do you kiss all the girls like that?"
"I know what I like, and I liked you the moment I saw you. I go after what I like." He took the bottle from her hand.
"I Ike aggressive men," she cooed.
She suddenly realized that Dick was not aggressive; he was passive. Oh, he had been aggressive when they were first married because she was shy and inexperienced, but it dawned on her how more and more she had had to instigate their sex well before his accident.
He liked her on top doing all the fucking, and she liked it, too, because it was a sure way to get a good come, but not all the time. She liked being aggressive, but still preferred an aggressive man.
"I like aggressive men, Ralph," she said again.
He put the bottle on the floor and kissed her again, ramming his thick tongue all the way to her throat. She sucked hungrily on his tongue. While she sucked, his hands started moving. Down her back first, then cupping the cheeks of her ass and on down the undersides of her thighs. When they came back up her thighs, they were between them and under her dress. She opened her legs.
He was at her cunt very quickly. She wore no panties and she was wet and sticky. "God, lady, you're really ready."
"Yes, yes, yessss!" she hissed. "Let's not waste time; let's fuck!"
He had her on her back on the couch, her dress up over her hips, her legs spread open. His pants went to half mast and it was apparent that he was ready, too. His cock was a bludgeon, thick, long, and bloated with blood.
"Oooooh, nice!" Esther gasped.
The hulk came down on top of her, her hand slithering down his belly to grasp the huge cock. He kissed her and she guided his cock into her cunt. It sank deep. She moaned.
She felt the massive mast sliding easily in. A few months ago she couldn't have taken a cock so big, but it wasn't a few months ago, and she took it with gasping pleasure-all of it.
"Oh, Jesus, it's good!" she moaned. "I love it,, Ralph, I love it. Make it last all day."
Esther lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. God, adultery was good, and it seemed so much better now that Dick thought she was at home doing her dusting. Ralph's prick was so much bigger than Dick's, and so much better. She knew she would want it often, at least for a while.
"It's beginning, honey... Ooooh, honey, I can't stand it!" she screamed. "Don't stop, please don't stop! I... I'm going to come! Harder, deeper, deeper, push it in!"
Ralph banged harder, and she started coming, her eyes closed, her hips jerking, her nostrils flared like a charging bull. Her mouth came open, but no sound came forth. And then she went limp.
"Oh, Ralph, you're wonderful," she gasped. "It was perfect; I came so hard. I can't remember the last time I made it so good."
"Don't die on me now; I'm getting close, too," Ralph snorted.
Esther's legs came up over his hips and locked behind his back. "Pour it to me, big man! Fuck my ass off, and come big, baby! Fill my belly with hot cock juice." She started moving with him, her hips rolling from side to side. She felt his cock stiffen. "Wet my pussy, honey; let it fly. Empty your beautiful cock in Esther's cunt! I want it, I want it!"
Ralph felt it starting in his nuts and he slowed his strokes, squeezing each wad out with deliberate care. It felt so good to pull back and then push in as another squirt jetted out.
"Urn, yes, yes! I can feel it. Do it again!" Esther moaned.
One of the new girls stood in the door watching; she had a customer with her. She was barely nineteen, but adjusting to her new line of work didn't seem to be much of a problem. Her hand was inside the man's pants, her fingers clamped on his stiff meat.
"Would you like to do that to me, honey?" she whispered.
"Jesus, yes!" he exclaimed.
"Okay, let's go to one of the rooms. We'll fuck instead of massage." She led him down the hall, her hand still inside his open fly.
When Ralph got to his feet, Esther sat up and took his softening prick in her mouth. It had gone down quite a bit, but she could still only get the head in. She finally let it go and picked up the bottle. "Need a little mouthwash," she said, and took a swig.
"We'll have to do that again sometime," Ralph said.
"Too bad it's Friday; I won't see you again until Monday."
"Why don't you spend the night with me tonight?"
"My husband might object," she giggled.
Ralph looked at his watch. "It's almost lunch time; let's go to my place for an hour or so. We can eat each other for lunch."
"I'll drink to that," Esther said.
CHAPTER TEN
It was noon on Saturday before Dick got up. He sat down to a cup of coffee and looked bleary eyed at Esther.
"I'm sorry I got home so late last night," he said. He'd gotten so drunk that he didn't remember he tried to call after work to tell her he was stopping with the boys for a drink and there'd been no answer.
"It's okay, honey. I understand," Esther said.
Dick had dragged in around midnight drunker than a lord. It was fortunate for Esther, because she had only beaten him by half an hour. She had gone to Ralph's apartment and spent the afternoon with a couple of Ralph's friends drinking and fucking. After Ralph came home, the four of them rounded out the entire evening. She was one fucked-out gal.
Dick hadn't done as well as Esther, but he did get a good jump from the wife of one of his friends. The guy had passed out and when Dick took him home he found his Mrs. in a very receptive mood. He had drunk a lot more afterwards to try and wash away what he had done.
"Drink your coffee, honey, and go back to bed. You look like hell," Esther said. "I'm going to run across the street to Grace's anyway."
"You going like that? You'll freeze your ass off."
Esther had on a little halter that bunched her big titties up into mountainous balls and a pair of extremely short shorts. "It's just across the street, silly," she said, then kissed him on the cheek.
It was colder than she'd thought, so she ran all the way and went right in. "Hey, anybody home? Got the coffee on?" she shouted.
Grace stuck her head out of the kitchen door. "Yeah, and it's good and hot. Wow, you must think it's summer dressed like that."
"That's what Dick said." Esther walked into the kitchen and sat down. "Draw one," she said.
Grace set a cup on the table and filled it with steaming coffee. "So your old man finally decided to act like a man and go back to work," she said.
"Yeah," Esther giggled, "but it took a little push from me." She took a quick sip of coffee. "Say, you don't have something to put in this, do you? I got smashed last night and I still feel a little rough."
"I've got some rum."
"Rum's fine. Break it out."
Esther drank the coffee half down, filled the cup up with rum, gave it a brisk stir, and took a drink. "Say, that's pretty good; you better try some."
Grace mumbled something about it being too early in the day, but she gave her coffee a shot anyway.
"Is Farley in town this weekend?" Esther asked.
"Yeah, but he had to go to the office for a little while. He should be home before too long."
"Listen, I have a very good idea," Esther said. "Why don't the four of us go out on the town tonight. You know, you and Farley, and me and Dick."
Grace frowned. "No offense, Esther, but I really can't stand your husband."
"Well, neither can I, so we're even. We can share Farley."
"It's a good idea, honey, but I don't think there's enough of him to satisfy both of us. Besides, I have a baby to take care of, remember?"
"That's no problem. You can get a sitter, feed the little devil just before we go, and come back in time to feed him again. Farley and I can fuck while you be a good little mother."
Grace's eyes widened; Esther had never acted quite like this before. "What about Dick while all this is going on?"
"He can sit out in the car," Esther giggled.
They bantered on like this until the coffee was gone and they were drinking straight rum. They were both feeling pretty good. Esther kicked off her shoes and sat with both feet up in the chair, a position that spread her legs open and pulled her shorts tightly into her crack.
"That's not a very lady-like position," Grace said, and took another swallow of rum.
Esther looked down to see the hair showing along the edges. "No, but it's comfortable. Why don't you try it?"
Grace was a bit tight, still she blushed. "Well, I really can't; I don't have anything under my dress."
"You must mean no underwear because I know you have something under there. Do you always go without underwear?"
Grace blushed again. "Not always, but usually when Farley's home."
"Only when Farley's home?" Esther said. She dropped her hand to her crotch and openly rubbed back and forth in the deep groove, her face flushed with excitement. "Have you ever cheated on Farley?"
"I... I... " she stammered, then added softly, "yes."
"Does Farley know?"
"Of course not."
"It's more fun that way, isn't it?"
"You... you mean you have, too?"
"Quite a bit... lately," Esther said. She continued to run her hand back and forth on her cunt. "Have you ever tried girl sex, Grace?"
"No," Grace said quickly. She felt the blood in her face. "God, Esther, what are you saying?"
"Sit like I am, Grace. It's fun."
Grace felt the excitement in her belly. She had never exposed herself to another woman before, never so much as thought about it, but now... well. She kicked off her shoes and slowly raised her feet up until her heels rested on the edge of her chair. She could feel her dress sliding down her thighs, felt the air kiss between her cunt-lips as they flowered open. She blushed and let her legs fall apart.
Esther stared and held her breath. Grace was still quite pudgy even though she had had her baby, and she was so hairy between those chubby thighs, and her cunt-lips so fat and pink as they opened, and her clitty so beautiful as it puffed up and slowly emerged from the deep gash.
Grace was getting hot, just like Esther was already hot. It seemed to Esther that she was always hot.
Esther's mind swam with the thrill of forbidden sex and she came out of her chair to kneel in front of Grace.
"Don't close your legs, Grace; let me kiss you there," she said, and quickly put her mouth to Grace's open pussy.
Once Esther's mouth closed over her cunt, Grace had no thoughts of closing her legs. She opened them wider. It was a delicious feeling, exciting and perverse. She closed her eyes to savor the feel of Esther's tongue caressing her clit. She thought for a minute she would come instantly, but then Esther moved her tongue and pushed it deep into her hole. It was a different feeling and slowed her orgasm, but it was a good feeling, too, so very good. Her hands came down to grasp Esther's head, to pull it tighter between her thighs, to hold it there while the thrill of a hot mouth on her cunt sent sparks of electricity racing up her spine.
"My God, Esther! My God, it feels so good! Where did you learn to do this?"
Esther continued eating, savoring the taste of Grace's hot pussy. It smelled and tasted similar to a man's cock, not the same exactly, but similar. Yes, she liked eating pussy, but it could never compare to sucking cock because the ultimate reward of a mouthful of come just couldn't be replaced.
Grace held Esther's head tightly and shuddered. She was coming, and she too felt the need of a man's pecker, only not in her mouth, but shoved deep inside her contracting cunt.
Esther rocked back and sat on her rump on the floor. Grace's heels slipped from the chair and thudded to the floor. The two women sat there, both still in need, and listened to Farley's car pull into the drive.
Esther snapped out of her stupor first and jumped to her feet; she pushed her feet back into her shoes. "I'll see you later, Grace I still think we should go out tonight."
She met Farley at the door and quickly suggested they all go out together. "I need to get out and Grace certainly needs to get away for a while; you know, she's so tied down now." Esther put her hands to Farley's face and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth. "Talk her into it; we could have a lot of fun," she said, "now go in and see your little wife. We've been talking about sex and I think she needs you."
Esther gave him a knowing look and went out, her hand brushing firmly against the front of his pants.
Farley watched her dash across the street, his cock already hard inside his pants. He had wanted to get in little Esther's britches for a long time, only he'd always thought it was an impossibility. Live and learn, he thought, then pushed the door closed.
It was after seven when Grace and Farley crossed the street to the Jackson's; they were both quite mellow.
"Boy, what did you say to my guy, Esther; he really put the pressure on to go out tonight," Grace said.
"I just told him you needed to get away from the house for a while," Esther answered. "Come on in. I have a pitcher of martinis made."
Esther was wearing a long skirt, but it was cut very low on top, and she was quite generous to Farley when she bent low to fill his glass. By the time they left the house, they were all a bit drunk, even Dick.
"I have a fun idea," Esther said when they got to the car, "I'll ride in the back with Farley and Grace can ride in the front with Dick."
She opened the door and got in the back before anyone could protest.
Grace wasn't sure she liked the idea, especially since she disliked Dick so much, yet the idea of her husband in the back seat with Esther, the new Esther, kind of excited her. When she got settled and looked back, Esther was sitting very close to her husband and she heard him whisper, "Gee, Esther, I don't know about... " He didn't finish because Esther was kissing him.
Dick sat rigid as he started the engine. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he had a good idea. He had realized that Esther was no longer the sweet, shy girl that he had married, and he knew that somehow it was his own fault.
Grace continued to stare at the pair in the back seat. It was dark, but she could see Esther's hand opening Farley's pants. Farley looked up and the whites of his eyes looked very white, indeed. Their eyes met, Farley's searching hers for a sign. Grace shrugged and nodded yes, a faint smile on her lips. She continued to watch as Esther pulled his hard cock out of his pants.
"Jesus, Farley, it's so hard," Esther whispered. "Let's do it right now. I don't have any pants on, so I can just straddle your lap and push it right in."
Dick sat frozen, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Things would never be the same again; yes, he'd really fucked things up.
Grace didn't like Dick any more than she had ten minutes ago, but God, she needed a man. She slid close to him and fumbled for his zipper. When Dick felt her hand wrap around his cock, he decided that he had made his bed, so he might as well lie in it.
"Oh Goddamn, that's good, Farley. Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Esther moaned loudly from the back seat.
