Bill and Elaine Carter had been happily married for several years, but gradually things became complex. Each wanted to find some greater sexual satisfaction outside of marriage. Bill turned to a young girl, June Steeples, not yet sixteen, who taught him things about his body and sensations he never knew existed. She knew how to turn him on with a freshness and an intensity which added a new dimension to his life.
Little did he know that Elaine had also been seeing June. June worked in the store down the street from their home and looked so available and sensual that Elaine had to try her out. After their first meeting and a night of bliss Elaine was convinced she had found the missing element in her erotic life.
The situation might have continued peacefully for years, but June did not keep her mouth closed. She began to demand more time from each of her new partners until it became impossible for the secret to be hidden. But the couple's newly found pleasures did not disappear with the shattering of their secret. They were understanding and clever people and found an arrangement so tantalizing and effective that they were able to forgive all differences and move on to even greater heights of sexual pleasure.
CHAPTER ONE
Bill Carter looked at his wife in the bed. She was wearing a scant nightie and looked attractive. Her large bosom could be seen through the light material and he observed that her nipples were already hard in active anticipation. She moaned out loud a little when she placed her fingers inside of her cunt.
Bill came closer to Elaine and touched her breasts inside of the nightie. He was happy that they were still firm and delicious. He kissed the skin and kneaded it with his fingers before pulling the top of her nightie off.
"Fuck me Bill. Fuck me really well. I want to feel that great cock inside of me and be excited like it was the first time."
"Elaine, I shall ball you with the greatest pleasure. I shall put my cock in you so deep that you will cry out in pleasure and won't stop until your entire body goes into a great sex spasm."
"Oh, Bill. You really know how to talk to a woman."
Bill felt the woman's hair in his fingers. Although she dyed it, it still had a nice texture and the blond tint seemed to reflect radiant sun into the entire room. It was odd that the hair on her pussy was so dark in comparison but that never bothered Bill. He really lusted for her.
Bill started to suck on one of her nipples. He put his tongue around the outside of it and then moved toward the center.
"Agghh, ahh, ooh."
"You like that, Elaine, don't you?"
"You know I don't have to answer that."
Bill pressed both of her breasts together until they touched and seemed to melt into each other. They were really nice tits, firm and big. The nipples were especially dark red and large. Bill felt lucky to have such a woman.
He looked down at the rest of his wife. She knew how to move her legs from side to side, brushing them against each other and then spreading apart giving a nice peek of pussy. George looked with concentration at the nice wet and red inner walls of her vagina. He could not wait to get his great cock right inside and feel the walls contract and push against him.
"I want you inside of me."
"And I want to fuck you, baby."
"What are we waiting for?"
Bill took off his robe. He looked down at his endowments. He was still a pretty good stick man for his late thirties, he thought. His cock was as large as ever and his erection stayed as long as he wanted it, or almost. He would get hot with the least of notice-on the subway, while watching a movie, looking at a woman cross the street. He knew he was a highly sexual creature and liked that identity; it really suited him.
Elaine started to feel his hard muscles and worked her way down. She stopped right above his pecker. She knew how he liked to be teased when he awaited her manipulations with an almost frantic anticipation. She knew that his cock would get harder during those crucial seconds while he waited for her expert hands and lips to do their business.
"Feel me Elaine. Feel my big cock."
"Oh, Bill. Can hardly stand it, can you?"
"Elaine!"
That was the right moment. With one sure gesture, Elaine pressed right on his stem and sent a sting of electricity through his body.
"Ahhh, ahhh."
She rubbed the stick and made it stand straight up, proud and virile. Then she started to touch and caress his balls. His skin became prickly and it made the little hairs stand up straight with excitement. Elaine was expert at doing things to his genitals. She knew how to find the sensitive spots and build Bill's anticipation as she zeroed in for the kill. Then with a sweeping gesture she would pounce on him and apply the necessary pressure to turn on his sex centers in his brain and want him to fuck all the night through.
"Do it, Elaine. Do it."
She gave him the butterfly treatment on the tip. She pressed with her fingers until it almost tickled then moved over to the sensitive underside. She used all her sensitivity and concentrate to gear her manipulations finely to the reactions of her husband. When his body tightened and he got a certain look in his eyes she knew it was time to go stronger. But she also knew when to go easier and not make him prematurely shoot his wad.
Bill placed his full weight on Elaine. He pressed down on her and made her cry out in pleasure as he pressed down on her big tits.
"Ahh, agghh."
Bill began to knead the flesh like raw dough. He twisted and turned it as far as it could go and seemed to be able to make the blood rush into the nipples. When the nipples were as hard and red as could be he began to suck them. He loved the feeling of her erect nipples in his mouth and the action of stroking the tips with his tongue.
Then Bill put his cock right in Elaine's slit. Deeper and deeper he drove his rod into the shaft and made his wife come alive with pleasure. Her skin became pink from the flush of her lust and desire. Her dyed blond hair was all about on the pillow and sheets and Bill put his fingers through it. Elaine put the hair on her bosoms. George marveled at the blond forms, so rounded and delicious. He could not wait to take the hairs away, one by one and once again expose the pink and white flesh.
"Oh, Bill, do it, do it."
Bill placed his hands under her buns and pushed up her entire pelvis. Her cunt arched bravely up to him and he could see how well his rod had penetrated. Rather than pump her with his hips, he decided to do it by the action of his arms lifting her up and setting her down. He pushed harder on her buns to bring her up to him. She was a lot of woman and weighed a lot, but Bill did not mind. He liked the exercise.
"Fuck me, Bill. Do it harder and harder!"
The husband and wife grew frantic in their determination to reach mutual climaxes and the pure pleasure of their play. Bill continued to feel Elaine all over-her face, lips, cheeks, breasts, buns and cunt. He kissed her right on the lips, nipples, and pussy which he was almost able to reach by a gymnastic bend.
Bill turned over on his back and helped Elaine sit on top like she were riding a wild horse. He pushed up with his hips and made her all the more excited. He looked up and marveled at the size of her breasts. They looked especially big from down below and were firm and well rounded. Her nipple was higher than most women on the tit so that there was a nice space of pure white flesh underneath-kind of an extra bonus.
"Oh, Bill. Fuck my cunt. Fuck it nice and hard. Then fuck my tits."
It was a delightful suggestion. Bill liked the idea of fucking her tits. He decided to go to the point of orgasm, give Elaine a climax but then take out his stick and put it on her bosom.
Harder and deeper he drove his rod. Elaine cried out from the pleasure of it. She swung her breasts from left to right and grabbed them in order to increase her stimulation. She pushed them upward until they almost touched her mouth and then she lowered them right on Bill's face. He repeatedly kissed them and held them in his hands.
He could not take his eyes off the big red nipples. They were like hot targets, just waiting to make contact with his gism which was almost at the ejaculation point. He kept his cock inside of her because he wanted to take it out at just the right moment and maximize both of their pleasure.
Elaine approached her orgasm. Her entire body shuttered quickly and then grew stiff. It looked like the muscles were going into a spasm and they all seemed to contract at once. She was frozen into the ethereal interstice which is neither building of tension nor the release but is rather a separate dimension.
Then she snapped out of it and exploded. Bill continued to jiggle her tits furiously.
"Agggghh, ohh, oohh, oooh, ahhhh!!!!"
She writhed and pushed harder on his cock which almost made Bill come. She stretched her neck in every direction and looked as if she were going crazy before finally relaxing in the terrific after glow.
Now Bill really wanted to fuck her tits. He took out his wet rod and turned Elaine on her back. He could not believe how excited he was getting as he turned Elaine on her back. Her big bosom flattened slightly and awaited his attack. He hardly had time to get his cock up there; the excitement of seeing her on her back made him go Over the brink. Bill looked at his cock and knew that he would have to do no more. It was automatic from there on in. His cock stretched even beyond what he thought was the limit of its size in order to get that final spring necessary to go over the edge of ecstasy.
"Aggghhh, agghhh."
The gism came out in big gushes. He madly pressed it against her tits, forming big ridges in the flesh. The gism spread all over and Elaine moved down her hand in order to get some of his golden juice and have a taste.
"Mmmm," she said as she put the gism in her mouth.
Bill kept coming.
"Agghh, ahh, ahh, OOHH!!"
He soon lay stretched out exhausted. But he had the same reaction as he lately experienced after sex with Elaine. The sex itself was terrific, but like Chinese food, he soon wanted more. Was it the fact that there was no end to his own appetite or was there something missing with Elaine? He just could not get completely satiated.
The couple slept in each other's arms. Little did Bill know what Elaine was thinking. What was wrong with Bill? She enjoyed the sex and had a wonderful, melting climax, but soon after she was horny again. She wanted to fuck all over and do it again and again. But Elaine knew that something was wrong. A fuck is supposed to satisfy, at least for a while. Were her standards just too high. When other people were satisfied did she simply say, why not, why not ... why not ask for more?
By the time the sun rose and it was time for the two to go off for jobs, they were both horny again. Bill awoke with a huge hard-on and Elaine's nipples were erect. Without even saying a word, the couple went right into love making, an action which would hopefully get them through the day without a ceaseless yen for sex.
Bill got on top of his partner and pressed down on her with his weight. She responded to his advances and moaned out loud.
"Oh, oh, Bill."
Little did each know that the other was thinking that this one had better last, that this fuck had to have more staying power than the one from the previous evening.
"Fuck me Bill. Do it right."
"Yes Elaine. It's the only way to start the day. Cereal and sex!"
Bill wanted his milk, too. He started working on Elaine's breasts. He pressed them together and watched the flesh merge into a big piece of sex meat. Oh, he loved to manipulate her tits and stretch them out. He loved to lick them and put his tongue all over them. There was no end to his fascination with the way they were formed and Bill was convinced he knew every freckle, every inch of her glorious tits.
Elaine breathed into Bill's ear. That always turned him on and made him shiver near ecstasy. He just loved the oceanic quality of a soft bit of breath turning into a tidal wave due to the amplification of his inner ear. He loved the way this was inevitably followed by a probing tongue which moved inside and was never put off by a little dirt or something. He felt like Elaine was fucking his ear.
Bill found other openings of Elaine's to play with. He looked up her nose and even put a finger in it. He was amazed how any part of the body becomes eroticized when it is hot enough. He kissed the top of her nose and opened the nostrils.
"Oh, Bill. Fuck my nose. Fuck my fucking nose!"
Bill moved down to her neck. He buried several kisses in the small part and then moved lower. He played with the skin on her collar bone and watched as he drew it across her prominent bone. He loved to see the skin get a little pink from her desire and inner heat. He wondered if she was feeling as hot as he was. "Agggh, agghh!"
That answered his query.
Elaine breathed into his ear again and once again he felt as if he were out in the middle of the ocean. He felt dizzy and surrounded by great undulations of wind and water. It was a storm of sex, pure and simple. They were aroused beyond the pacific point and into the area of aggressive exploration.
"Agghh."
"Ohh, ohh."
"Fuck me in the cunt."
'Touch my balls, touch my balls."
"Like this?"
Elaine squeezed them hard.
"Yes, yes that's it. That's exactly right. Agghhh!!"
The couple began to turn about in the bed. Their room looked like a bright pleasure palace. They had a lot of lush, green plants and now that the sun poured into their picture window, it was a bright and as happy as could be. The air was clean from the shower the previous night and when Bill took a deep breath he felt alive with more energy than he thought possible that time in the morning.
"Fuck me ... ah ahh, oohhhh!!"
"Yes. Use your breath and your hands and your feet and your glorious tits!"
Elaine pressed her chest into him. It brought back the memory to Bill of the first time he saw her huge tits. He had taken her out to eat and on the way home in the car they decided to neck. Bill could hardly believe how forward she was when she pulled off her bra and exposed herself. Her tits were even bigger than they looked under her firm sweater and from their firmness they did not seem to need a bra.
She looked just as good that morning and he felt just as excited. The only difference was the aftermath. His satisfaction just didn't last, and he would have to look elsewhere to get him through the day, through the long dreary hours in the office where he would sit with an eternal hard-on, lusting after anything at all that wore a skirt.
"Ohh, ohh, ahh."
"Yes, yes. Do it. Fuck me right!"
"Oh, baby. It's my pleasure."
"And mine, too."
Elaine remembered the first time they fucked. It was like an explosion. She had had no idea how big Bill was and was amazed with the size and virility of his cock. It was so big and hairy she was almost afraid she would not be able to accommodate him. But after a few seconds, she knew it was perfect. Her cunt expanded to his full size and he took her to ultimate ecstasy. It was that good this morning only it never lasted as long. She only worked until noon, but if they balled in the morning she would feel horny in the office by ten. Then she would come home before Bill and begin to masturbate. That was a sure sign that things were not what they should be.
But she or Bill would not think about that now, not when the sex act was actually going on, for that had never been better.
"Agghh, agghh."
"Ah, ahh, ahh, ahhhh!!"
Bill felt their bodies merge and almost become one. This time they had a perfectly timed mutual orgasm, a real double. Elaine's body tightened at the same time as Bill and as if they were one animal their spasms began. "Ahh, ahh, ahh."
"Ahh, ahh, ahh."
They knew each other perfectly. They could feel the mutual transcendence of flying high above the usual sensual state when the body is neither in pain nor pleasure. This was pure pleasure with nothing to get in the way.
After the fantastic sex, the couple dressed, hot coffee and went to their perspective cars.
"If only it would last," thought Elaine, "I'll have to get me something else on the outside."
CHAPTER TWO
Bill could not wait until work was over so that he could speak again with that pretty young girl June who worked in the comer store. He was not sure if it was just his vivid male ego and imagination but he thought that she might be interested in him. She had that coy way of looking at him and seemed to scan his body from head to toe with special attention to the lower middle.
Bill found himself daydreaming about the girl and pretending that he was fucking with her. He knew that was a dangerous thing to do and could make him less satisfied with his work but he could not help himself.
Perhaps he was dissatisfied with his job. Years earlier he wanted to be a writer and went to New York with high hopes of success. He had been excellent in fiction writing in college and was told that he could be well known in the field. But after the first few rejections, he found he did not have the stamina to continue and brace himself until he found the right editor. Instead, he met Elaine, got married and gained a nice safe degree in accounting, a job he was so indifferent about he could find himself neither liking nor hating it.
But lately, and perhaps it was a part of his inner artistic energy, he found a surge of intensity which manifested itself in pure lust. He could not get enough of Elaine, no matter how much they made love, so he determined that it was perhaps time to try to get into June. She was sixteen and that wasn't so young. He knew, also, that it was dangerous to go after such a girl, but his life was too safe. He must take some chances if he is to find happiness. Every man who has success, regardless of the field-be it writing, business or even sex-has taken the course not followed by most. This was Bill's chance to be creative in something and transcend the usual limits of life style.
Finally the end of the work day came and Bill tried to think of something he needed at the store in which June worked. He thought for a while and then decided upon some hair spray. He always had problems keeping his hair down on the sides, and besides, perhaps June could suggest something really good and they could begin to talk.
Bill entered the store and was pleased to find June near the spray section.
"Hi, June, how are you?"
"Oh, just fine Mr. Carter. How are you?"
"Fine. But please, you must call me Bill. It makes me feel ancient to hear a girl your age, really a woman, call me by my last name when we're friends."
"Great. What can I do for you?"
Bill felt like telling her what she could really do for him, starting with a blow-job and finishing with a long fuck. But he held back the impulse and continued along a more conventional life of conversation.
"I've got a real hair problem. Do you have anything which can keep it down but not make it look wet and plastered?"
"Hair problem? You have beautiful hair, Bill. It shines and has a nice thick texture.
You're very fortunate. But if you do want a little something to keep it more in place, our most popular product is He-Form. It stays dry but keeps it in place."
Bill loved to have June looking at his hair. She really made him feel attractive with her admiring glances. It was hard for Bill to believe that she was actually only fifteen. Her body was just too well developed. Her face had a nice form with a strong sensual chin and her breasts were terrific. They looked perfectly round under her white work coat and Bill found he had to control himself not to stare at them. The rest of her was equally voluptuous, with a fine form to the hips and long and thin legs. She had that blond wispy look about her with thick and pouty lips that reminded him of some movie actress he could not place. All in all, she was the perfect thing for him.
June noticed Bill and she noticed him looking. Although just a junior in high school, she had already balled several older men. It just came naturally to her and without a bit of fuss or bother. She simply had nothing to be ashamed of but was proud of disrobing and making a man hot and excited from her shaking breasts and quivering quim. June knew right away that Bill would be another catch, and a good one at that.
June noticed that it was about to rain and decided to make use of the opportunity.
"Oh no, not rain. I'll never get home without being soaked and my shift is through."
"June, please. I'll take you home. No problem at all ... I have to go in the car anyway and it really doesn't matter which direction I drive. My wife has to be out late tonight because of an art class, so there's no problem of getting home on time for dinner."
"Great!"
The way June said that reminded him that she was a teenager. She had that slightly flip and free of care manner which no woman who has been around is able to preserve. It really charmed Bill and he could not wait to make his move. He knew it was not his imagination that she was interested in him now.
"Listen, Bill. Why don't we go through the park. I mean, it's really a shorter way to get to my house and all."
"Good idea, June."
Bill looked at June's legs when she sat down. She really was thin and well built. Her dress was so high that in another couple of inches her panties would have been exposed. Bill realized he already had an erection, but he did not even mind if it showed. For some reason, June's casually sensual manner was infectious. He felt young again with all the novel excitement of getting balled after a sexy drive-in movie.
Bill drove through the park but the rain began to pour down in torrents. He knew driving any farther could be dangerous. It was the perfect opportunity."
"Better pull over, June. We don't want to get soaked you know."
"Yes, we better hold off until it lets up. I don't know how you got this far. I can't see a thing."
Bill parked and looked over at his new partner.
Without a word she knew the perfect thing to do. She just fully understood that Bill wanted her and she knew she wanted him. It would be silly for two people wanting the same thing to deprive themselves when nothing stands in the way. She kissed Bill on the Ups and the pushed into his open mouth with her tongue.
"Oh, you do that well, June."
"I do other things well to."
With that June put Bill's hand right on her chest and thrust herself out so that he could feel the strength of her straining bust. Bill got passionately excited by this. Her breast felt even firmer than he had imagined. How could it be any other way with a girl who has just recently bloomed, in which all her qualities are as fresh as a new flower? She was a ripe as could be and just waiting to be plucked, sucked and eaten.
Bill pressed a little harder on her tits and was delighted at how they sprang back to position. They were as resilient as any tits could be, and so round and full. He pushed his hands down farther until he could feel her panty hose under his palms. He pushed his hands up and down along the hose and enjoyed the soft sound he created. Then he dared to move under June's short dress and fell her panties.
"Oh, ohhh," she moaned.
June was beginning to really get hot. She loved Bill's body-his mature form and suave manner. Everything about him attracted her. She was especially excited by the fact that he was married, that he could have it every night but there was something about herself which made him break out of the marriage bond. June loved the idea that Bill probably frequented the store in which she worked in order to get a peek at her. She loved to dress nice and sexy and attract the glances of the men. She knew that they always took in her big tits but pretended not to see their eyes straining.
June felt Bill's legs up and down. She then moved her hand gently over his crotch and felt his hard pole, just waiting to be taken out and proudly displayed. She continued to kiss his lips and then moved down to his chest. She played with his black hairs with her fingers and then her tongue and lips. She licked his skin and made his goose bumps rise from the excitement of her explorations.
Bill was sure that June was a natural blond. Unlike his wife, whose cunt did not match her head hair, except for the darker roots, June would have a perfectly matched mat. He imagined her to have dainty, curly little hairs. More than anything, she was all woman. But importantly, she retained that little girl quality. Something about her blue eyes had an almost babyish look. She loved to pout and almost sulk. Bill was almost tempted to go into baby talk with her, it just felt so natural. But when he put his hands on her bosom and could feel her hard nipples underneath, he knew she was all woman.
"Oh, Bill, feel my big breasts. Now take off my blouse. I want you to look at them."
Bill could hardly wait to take off her shirt and bra. After he took her shirt off he though he would come just from the excitement of seeing her big tits straining to break out of the bra cups. She turned on the front car seat and exposed her underarms by raising her arms above her head which also had the effect of raising her breasts high in the air. Her underarms were smooth and soft, without a trace of hair and stubble.
Bill pushed his lips against them and smelled the freshness. Even after a full day's work, it was if she stepped right out of the shower.
She turned and he looked at her back. He put his hands entirely around her and felt the weight of her tits and the material of her bra.
'Take off my bra."
Bill unsnapped the latch and pulled the straps off her shoulders. Then he put his hands right under the cups and could hardly believe how big and hard her nipples felt. Then June took off the rest of the bra and turned around so that Bill could see her in full topless glory.
"Like them?"
"June, you're beautiful!"
Bill was happy that he had decided to purchase a large car. But there was no point staying in the front where the wheel might get in the way. Instead he decided they should climb over in the back where he could position June on the seat and mount her.
"Let's climb over to the back!"
"Great!"
There was that enthusiasm again, that youthful uninhibited joy and determined sensuality.
Bill watched June climb over the seat. He looked under her short dress and could see her pink panties which were small as could possibly be. He even grabbed at her cunt and she moaned out in pleasure almost falling down into the back.
"Come back here, Bill!"
Bill climbed back and she grabbed his crotch.
"Ohh, ahh, ahhh."
"You like it when I grab your cock. Take it out. I want to suck it now."
Bill unzipped his fly and pulled down his trousers. He was delighted at how hard and big his cock looked there in the back seat. His balls were full and almost looked swollen with desire. His black mat perfect topped off his seething genitals and Jill put her hands through it. He could tell she thought him extremely well endowed.
It was time for some-real heavy action. Bill felt June's tits all over and began to suck her big red nipples. He loved the sensation of the nipples in his mouth and on his lips. June felt the sensations down to the tips of her toes and then into her cunt. Her blond and sweet little pussy was nice and wet and panting. Her hole could not wait for the company of a big and long cock.
Bill took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it a little. He loved to make the blood go to the tips and then feel the pressure of the flowing blood inside and the weight of her big and full breasts.
"Oh, Bill, do it to me. Make me hotter than I've ever been and then make me hotter still. You're the best fuck I've ever had in my entire life!"
"June, feel my big hard cock. Feel how desirous it is of you, to be inside of you all the way."
Bill pulled down June panties and looked with wonder at her wet and blond pussy. It was just as he had imagined it only better because the real image was so much more vivid than his mere imagination. She spread her legs apart and exposed her nice twat. It was panting with excitement and the idea of receiving a present of a long hairy pole. Bill put two fingers inside of felt the warm of the wet flesh.
"Ahh, ahh Bill, BILL!"
He was really turning her on and he knew that he would make her come simply by the action of his fingers. He kept up without relenting. He wanted to build her passion without respite so that when he was ready to enter she would be at a fever pitch. He kept rubbing her hot flesh and putting his fingers even deeper inside of her. His fingers did not keep still for even a second but just continued to move faster and faster.
"Ahh, ahh, I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Ahh, ahh."
This girl was really dynamite. She could come in such a short time that Bill was convinced she was used to multiple orgasms. She was so young and fresh. He looked at her blue eyes and was charmed and delighted by the way she kept an expression of pouty innocence while in the heights of pure sexual pleasure.
"Agghh, aggh, ahh, oh, oh, oooohhhh!!"
Bill felt her body tighten and knew that she had just come. It was a short but sweet climax but clearly only one in what was to be a series. Perhaps each one would grow in intensity. Bill could see that she had a hungry look in her eye and he knew what was coming next.
"Eat me, eat me!"
June moved down to Bill's loins. She pumped his stick a little, knowing that a little gism would come out and lubricate his pecker. It did happen and she spread it around his sensitive tip. Bill thought he might come from the sheer excitement of her finger ascribing circles on his tip. The sensation traveled about his entire body but was especially strong inside his nipples. He wondered at the fantastic way the body is wired, like a great electrical circuits with special synapses connecting all the genitals-the nipples, cock and balls. When the girl touched one of his goodies all the others were affected. It was as if some central processor created more than the sum of the parts of her pleasure moves. Whatever the structure and function, it was fantastic.
"Eat me, June, eat me!"
June put her tongue inside of Bill's ear and pushed it around. She was teasing him, making him want to be eaten all the more. She blew in his ear until he heard the ocean but his steering stick was in need of steering. Finally June went back to her eating delights and put almost half of his long cock inside her mouth. "Oh, yes, yes!!"
Bill grabbed on to the side of the big seat. He clutched whatever material would give under the strength of his excited moves. He grit his teeth together and could feel his entire body tightening and writhing in pleasure.
"Do it, you young thing you, do it!"
"Yes, I love to eat big, juicy cocks."
He loved to hear the word cock coming out of sultry lips. Although she was voluptuous she also had a particular wholesome quality and there is never anything sexier to Bill than a fairly wholesome girl speaking smut. It gives the words special meaning and makes them come alive. Language had been so full of that sort of talk in the past, that Bill felt people lost the proper art of profanity. This girl had it down to a perfect detail. She knew how to make the words come alive with image and meaning.
"Yes, June, fuck me and suck my big cock, my pleasure stick and fuck rod!"
She took more of his cock in her mouth but was careful to cover her white teeth with her sultry lips. She knew how to fuck and even more how to suck. Every part of her actions had a special sexuality, a special way of turning him on. He could hardly stand the intensity, though and was afraid that he might come.
Bill was especially excited about the idea of fucking Jill from behind. He put her down on her stomach on the seat and watched the sides of her breasts flatten out. He felt her the entire length of her body, down below the shoulders and tits and to the hips and then legs. Her skin was like satin and her hair silk. The entire being was sexualized so that he could be turned on by her flaring nostrils alone. He looked at her sweet little buns which were perfect in texture and dimension. He was fascinated by her charming pussy which he could see hanging a little between her legs. He put his hand into the crack between her buns and then grabbed both buns and fondled them.
"Oh, squeeze my ass, feel my nice little buns."
Then Bill moved down to where her pussy began. He put his entire hand under beneath so that he could reach under to her blond mat. The he pushed with his wrist and hand until part of his lower hand found its way into her hole.
"Agghh, aggggh, oh, feel little pussy cat, feel that nice blond pussy."
"Yes, I love that pussy you have. It's so nice and wet and blond. It's just for me."
Bill then got his cock ready for penetration. It saw that it was hard and ready for some nice pumping action. But before going inside of her from the unusual back angle, he put his stick on her ass crack, just putting it across the entire length. Then he gently pulled it across and down to the beginning of her pussy. She had never felt a cock come close from that side before and she. loved the feel. She loved the feel of her buns being pushed apart by his big stick and that vague and damp feeling in her ass slit that she was being manipulated down there.
Bill was sorry that he could not turn her over on the seat on lay his cock just on her slit. He loved to lay his pecker across but not in a woman's slit and then pull it up and down and cover the sides. It always made a woman even more desirous to have him inside of her.
It was sort of a secret weapon with limitless powers of seduction.
But June was already seduced. This little bomb was just waiting to go off for a second time and Bill could not contain himself from going right in.
"Yes, put it in now. Attack me from the rear!"
"I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."
Bill propped himself up a little and put his hand on her ass. He loved the look of those little buns, especially with his hands all over them. Then he managed to get his cock all the way inside of her and he began his action. Slowly and then with more speed and pressure he began to pump. He could feel his body getting tenser and more excited.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh."
"Ohh, oh, ahhh."
The faster Bill pumped the more the differences in their ages seemed to disappear. Bill felt like a youngster himself. He was good enough to keep up with her. But that was perhaps because she gave him vitality and youth. She was the missing element in his erotic life. Elaine was good and he felt happily married, but now he had the supplement, that added factor which would allow for complete satisfaction. And it was perfect, because his wife never had to know. She would only notice the beautiful change that would come over him.
"Fuck me. Harder, harder!"
"Yes, yes."
"Bill, you're dynamite. Ohh, ooh, ah."
"June, you're great. Ahh!!"
The entire car was almost rocking from the intensity of their contortions. Bill kept it up. Nothing would stop him from reaching a peak of frenzy. He pushed down and into her cunt. He could feel the top, bottom and sides getting wetter and pulsing from an increase of blood to those areas.
"Agghh, gghhaa!!"
"Eeerrcchh, ahh, eerahh, ahhhghh!!"
The came Bill's magic moment: "Aggghhhgghhgghhhh!!! "
It was the greatest fuck he could ever imagine having. The release was fantastic but never seemed to stop. Great amounts of gism must have poured into her receptive cunt until Bill was just completely exhausted.
"Oh, June. You are INCREDIBLE!"
"You're not bad either, Bill. You know, I think we might really have the beginning of something, something really big. I'm very discreet and you won't have to worry about a thing."
Bill did not believe how lucky he was. Not only was she great in the sack, but she had the sensitivity to realize his situation. He knew he could not ask for more.
Elaine at home and June all the times-the perfect set-up.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day, Elaine Carter had a hard time getting through the day. She found her job editing a bit dull. Her dream had always been to make her living as a professional artist, but given the commercial realities, she found this impossible. Bill would have been glad to support her art work, but Elaine had a certain pride and, because they had no children, a determination to make her share of the money.
Her art endeavors were of necessity limited to a few classes and showing an occasional painting in exhibit where it might or might not be sold. At least she was active in the art world and had not abandoned her projects as had Bill with his writing, and she was not as frustrated as her husband.
But lately, as with Bill, she wanted some excitement, mainly sexual, out of the ordinary, something which would bear little relation to her past life. For some strange reason Elaine thought about that young girl, that girl with a strange power of attraction who worked at the store down the street. She wasn't even sure what it was about the girl-if it was an aura or simply the way she looked, but something drew her like a magnet.
After work, Elaine decided to go look for some cosmetics, and hopefully get some help from June.
"Hello June, how are you? I'm Mrs. Carter, remember?"
"Yes, Mrs. Carter. How have you been? What can I interest you in today?"
"Well, I haven't been satisfied lately with my appearance at all. My complexion has been downright sallow. Have you something, maybe some nice rouge, which will restore a little color?"
"Certainly, Mrs. Carter. But you know, if you are pale, it might be a sign that you are not getting enough exercise, or fresh air. Do you get outside or do you do any physical types of things?"
Elaine thought for a minute about just how she was attracted to June. It was sexual! June simply had a great body and Elaine wanted to experience her pleasures.
"Well, you know, my job keeps me inside all day and then I paint, which is not exactly physical."
"You should do what I do. I do a series of exercises specially developed to keep me in good form. I do them daily and it only takes fifteen minutes."
'That's really what I should do. But I haven't done that sort of thing, and don't really know how to go about it."
"Listen, Mrs. Carter, why don't you let me show you sometime. Really, anytime would be good. For instance, I'm off work in five minutes."
'Terrific! My husband has to work late and won't be home until at least ten tonight, so there won't be any interruptions. I would really appreciate it. Why don't you let me take you over to my place now."
"Sure thing. Let me check out."
On the drive over Elaine had to admit to herself she was a little frightened. She did not know why, but she felt that June perfectly sensed her infatuation and might feel the same way herself. That would mean that she might be making it in a little while with a fifteen year old girl. Elaine had never made it with a woman before and although she never felt a real desire to do so, she could hardly wait to see June without clothes. June looked so touchable, so soft and had a great pair of breasts.
"Mrs. Carter," June said, "you know we did forget about one thing. I forgot to bring my exercise clothes. But my underwear will be fine. Do you mind if I strip down to bra and panties;"
"Oh, no."
Elaine was sure that June could hear the excitement in her voice. Perhaps this teenager was just testing her out, to make sure that she lusted after her own nubile body. The thought of seeing the young big-breasted girl in a bra and some scanty panties made Elaine extremely hot. She looked over and saw that she really did have big tits. And then when she started doing exercises, Elaine thought she might not be able to hold back her desire.
June took off her blouse and skirt and began to demonstrate in the living room. First she did deep bends from the waist in order to touch her fingers on the floor without bending her knees. Elaine watched how her breasts pushed forward and almost out of the bra when she bent over. She had fantastic cleavage and Elaine just wanted to go over and feel her great, huge tits.
Then June did a back bend. She kept leaning backward and her breasts pushed up towards her mouth. Her knees bent slightly and her entire body seemed ready for intercourse. Her legs were straining and the muscles caused the panties to slip down a bit until a little of her blond mat was visible. Her legs were spread and June wished she could put her fingers inside her wet slit and feel her wonderful cunt.
"You see, Mrs. Carter, it's really easy."
June demonstrated the remainder of the moves and then asked Elaine to try.
"But, I've got a dress on."
'Take it off, like I've done."
Elaine felt a little shy, almost like demonstrating her wares for a new lover. But she knew her body was not as outstanding as June's. Her breasts were even larger but they were not quite as firm. She had a little more meat on her legs and ass, also. But then she realized that she was a seasoned woman, mature. Her confidence came back by the thought that she had things to offer that June had not developed, like poise and a sensitivity towards sexual timing. She became brave and stripped to bra and panties.
"But you know," said June, "I usually take a shower or if possible have some sort of massage when I'm done. Would like for me give you a massage?"
"That sounds great."
June asked for a towel and then spread it over the thick rug. She took some lotion and put in on the side, ready for use.
"I'm going to unhook the back of your brassiere so I can get all of your back and pull down your panties so that I can rub your buns. That's very important because you've used muscles down there that you've never used."
Elaine could feel herself growing more excited.
Elaine went down on the towels and heard the snap of her bra come undone. June carefully put the straps to both of her sides, leaving her breasts completely covered. Then she lowered Elaine's panties and completely took them off. Elaine lay there with her legs together, still a little shy.
June began on the muscles on the back of Elaine's neck. She kneaded the flesh with both hands and made it relax. Elaine felt the desire to start grinding her hips so that she could feel real passion in her cunt but felt she should hold off. Then June moved downward and came very near the side of her breasts. Oh, how Elaine wanted June to touch them, but she said nothing. She worked on the lower back and put some lotion on her hands. When she started to feel Elaine's ass, Elaine thought she would begin to moan but somehow found the discipline to stay still.
"This is wonderful, June."
Then Elaine worked up all her courage and said, "Why don't you do my other side. And I'm really sore, so do ALL over."
"Sure, Mrs. Carter."
"And I don't need this thing. Let me take off my bra."
Elaine looked June right in the eye and slipped out of her bra. Her full, large jugs hung in all their glory without a stitch. June was clearly excited by them. After massaging Elaine's neck and shoulders, she pushed her breasts together and then put some lotion on the nipples.
"Ohh, that feels good."
Then June could not hold herself back any longer and she pushed her face into Elaine's breasts and started to kiss the tits and suck on the nipples.
"Oh, yes. Suck my big red hippies and kiss my bust. Ahh, ohhh."
June continued and then moved down to Elaine's stomach which she smothered with kisses and caresses.
"But June. You must be sore and you're still wearing that uncomfortable brassiere. Why don't you take it off and let Mrs. Carter feel you nice young tits?"
"Yes, I'd like that."
June stripped for Elaine Carter. Elaine had no idea she could ever be excited by another girl's nakedness. But June's tits were so big and her nipples so hard and erect. She could hardly wait to get her hands on her.
Elaine had June lie down at which point she put some lotion on her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm."
Then she pushed them together and watched the great big mounds rise above the surface and, up towards her own face. Elaine smothered them with kisses and touched them all over.
"You've got great breasts for a girl your age, June."
"And your tits are still nice and firm, Mrs. Carter."
"Would you like to feel the inside of my cunt?"
Elaine knew June did not have to answer. June put two fingers inside of her and began to manipulate the flesh. She loved the touch of this girl, exploring and feeling her the way only someone with a cunt could know.
There they were, two blonds, one a natural and the other studied and planned, one with dark pubic hair and the other with younger, lighter and softer curly cunt hairs. Elaine put several of her fingers through the girl's blend pubic hairs and then felt the opening of her slit. She loved the nice warm feel of the wet inside of her cunt, and the deepness of her channel.
"You know, you are really something, June. I don't think I was half as developed as you are when I was your age. You've got everything and a. splendid curve to your hips like a real movie star. I bet you look great in the summer with a nice dark tan.
"Thank you, Mrs. Carter. I've had tits now for a few years. But it is great to be a grown woman now, especially when I can meet people like you."
Elaine was really turned on by this girl with her sultry lips and blond hair. What was there about her which made her cross the sex line and derive a fantastic if unusual sense of passion? It was probably her youth and an aura of paradoxical experience and knowing. Besides, her body was also great in itself.
"June, I have a nice vibrator. Would you like to play with me and my dildo?"
"Fantastic."
Elaine brought out a long, thin vibrator which was almost the exact size and proportion of Bill's cock. Elaine took June over to the bed and stretched her out. She looked at her big firm breasts and nice blond cunt, just waiting to be penetrated by her plastic penis.
Elaine took the dildo and held it to June's mouth. June licked it as if it were a real cock and put some of it in her mouth. Then Elaine placed it on June's tits. June seemed to get extremely excited by the motion of the plastic across her nipples.
"Oh, yes. Feel me with that thing and then stick it right inside."
Elaine took the dildo and put it into June's cunt.
"Ohhh."
Elaine loved the feeling of giving pleasure to this girl. Was she projecting her own emotions? Did she see her own self in June's image recalling all the pleasure she was deprived of at that age, or was she merely expanding her sexual horizons? Somehow Elaine felt she would not know the answer to that question and probably never would. It did not matter.
"Oh, Mrs. Carter!"
"Yes, June. You like that. You like me to explore the inside of your pussy with this little pleasure stick.."
"Yes. Stick it in farther, all the way until you feel the bottom of my great big hole." Elaine probed even deeper.
"Agghh, ahhh, yes, yes!"
"But now, you must go inside of me, June." June took the stick and put it inside of Elaine. Elaine felt her entire body sense the great pleasure of having that hard plastic manipulating her loins. She loved to watch June's breasts swing with excitement as she continued her job of stick fucking and Elaine pressed them against her hands.
"Oh, press my tits!"
"Stick it inside of me farther, deeper. Please June, make it hurt a little."
June followed instructions and Elaine felt a great surge. Was it possible she was coming already. How much longer it took with Bill! This was an intense if abbreviated session in which time was compressed but the senses were tuned to a higher pitch. It was almost frantic, but yet the most pleasurable process. "Oh, yes. Do it, do it."
Elaine sucked on June's big tits. She felt the delight of her hard nipples in her mouth and loved to make them grow even harder. She kept kissing the nipples and watching them take on a deeper shade of red until June could hardly stand it. June then pressed her tits farther into Elaine's mouth, almost gagging her in the delightful woman flesh. Their two great bodies and four beautiful tits were in the height of passion. Nothing could stop them both from reaching beautiful, melting climaxes. "Oh, June. I'm going to come, right now." June turned Elaine over and put her entire weight on her. She pressed down on her in order to feel the full surge of the climax. Elaine tightened and went into a love spasm. Her toes even moved about in excitement and her arms were stretched outward. June grasped on to Elaine's hands and looked at their fingers intertwine like thick pieces of skin. She felt Elaine's nails digging into her palms with almost excruciating pleasure.
"Oh, you little cunt, ahh, ahh, agghhhhh!!" June could hardly keep her down. Her entire form was alive with the ultimate pleasure of orgasm. Her climax was exceptionally long and intense, and for quite a while Elaine just stayed in the same place, panting in order to gain her breath back and thrusting her chest upward against June's sensual weight.
But amazing enough, Elaine was soon ready to go again. She wanted to feel June's entire body and savor its delights. She wanted to fuck her with the plastic dildo and then feel inside her cunt with her own fingers. She wanted most of all to suck those lush nipples, and feel the weight of those big tits.
June was just as excited about continuing.
She knew that Elaine had some fine qualities. She was impressed most of all with her fine sense of timing, and the way she held off her orgasm until the last possible moment. That was simply expert control, the kind of control which takes both expertise, talent and years of practice.. June knew she could learn a lot from this woman.
"Mrs. Carter, fuck me now. Fuck me with' your great big stick."
"First I want to suck your great big tits."
"You better believe it. I want to feel your tongue on my nipple and your hands all over my tits, making them bounce up and down with pleasure. Push them from side to side and cover them with your beautiful woman spit."
"Yes, June. You really know what you're talking about."
Elaine passionately jumped on her tits. She smothered them with kisses and pushed them together. Then she licked them all over until they were wet. She followed this by more kisses and tasted the pungent flavor of her own spittle.
"Aghgh, agghh, ahhh."
"Mmmmm," said Elaine.
Elaine liked the taste of big, juicy tits with a special sauce.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm, ahhh."
June and Elaine were quivering with the excitement of each other's body. Elaine put her fingers deep into June's cunt. She felt the wet walls and the strong vaginal muscles which pulsed in the inside. Everything about June's cunt attracted her, from the tactile sensation to the olfactory qualities. , "Agghh, ahh, ahh."
"Fuck me with the stick, do it now."
"Yes, yes, yes."
June felt like she was ready to reach her orgasm. It was much different with Elaine than with a man, like her husband Bill. She felt a more diffuse sensation, as if the pleasure was not localized to her genitals but spread evenly throughout her entire body. Her toes, her nose, her shoulders, back and legs felt all of the pleasure that was in her cunt. But she knew, that tit, ass and cunt were still the essentials, the architectural foundation of the house of sex.
"Aghh, agghh, agghh."
June had a floating climax. She felt it all over and shared it with Elaine who pressed her body against her in order to feel the sensation. They both let the spit and all of their glands build in quantity of production. Their bodies were in full gear, and traveling straight ahead with all throttles out.
"Oh, ohh, agghhh ... mmmmmmm."
It was a breathless experience. Elaine knew that she would have to have this girl again. She would have to go all the way and once again feel those stupendous tits and juicy cunt. She would have to taste her woman juices all over again and brought to orgasm in such a way which perfectly complemented her life with Bill.
After Elaine recuperated she said, "June, we've been through a lot this evening. How about a shower so that you can leave fresh?"
"Oh, Mrs. Carter, that would be just fantastic!"
"Now, no more Mrs. Carter. We've been through a lot together, so for now on the name is Elaine."
'Thank you Elaine. I like it that way, too. And you know something, there really is color in your cheeks now."
The couple had a good laugh and went into the bathroom.
Elaine asked, "May I soap your body?"
"I'd love that."
Elaine observed the beautiful girl. Her skin was exceptional, the kind of texture which is not merely due to age but the product of great natural endowment. The pores were small and she hardly had any extraneous bumps or pimples. There were hardly any freckles or other marks upon the fair skin. Elaine wished she were a natural blond also with such fair skin.
When they got out of the shower Elaine looked at the two of them in the mirror. She hadn't realized how much taller June was. Elaine's tits also sagged more and were really not as large. She was a bit dismayed by the comparison but then realized that she was being a little hard on herself. This was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and she was a middle-aged woman! For that matter, Elaine was really sexy for her age and position. Her breasts had a nice shape if a little low on her chest and her hips were still the greatest.
Elaine wondered some more as to her attraction for June. If June was everything she had always wanted to be, then here desire for her was really narcissistic. She was in love with an ideal form of herself. But so what. That did not ruin the beauty of the relationship or its function of helping to keep her marriage together.
June left and Elaine made her promise to see her again. That took very little pressure for June had an equally good time. Bill returned about ten, looking amazingly good considering the long hours he put it.
"Bill, you look fantastic for an old man. I must say your endurance is improving."
"Well, Elaine, I must admit that lately I have been feeling in top form. I'm not sure what it is, but I have more energy and I feel I can work harder and longer with a sense of satisfaction. Why, the Ginger accounts which I always dread went very easy for me today.
"It's like I've gotten younger or something. I don't remember feeling this way since we got married. Have you been feeding me anything different?"
"Bill,, you know better."
"And Elaine, I swear you have great color. What have you been up to?"
"Exercise, Bill. That's all there is to it. I haven't had any, and late this afternoon I decided it was about time to get in shape. I think it's going to do wonders."
Bill felt a great lust for his wife. He looked at her shapely form and her large breasts which hung so seductively under her house coat.
"You know something, wife. You're pretty well hung."
Elaine grabbed Bill by the balls, "Well, you're pretty well hung yourself."
They laughed and hit the living room floor. They felt a vital energy within and a renewed sense of passion. It was like they made love when they were first married. Each could not wait to get the other's clothes off and was completely enthralled with the view.
"What tits!"
"Great cock!"
"Ohh, baby, baby, fuck me right on the floor."
Bill stripped his wife there and then and looked with delight on her big nipples. He hadn't eaten dinner so was especially up for her nice big cherries. He sucked on them and pressed her breasts together. Then he smelled her. She-was nice and clean and fresh and he loved the new color on her cheeks. The vivid pink hue seemed to spread all over her body as he made her come sensually alive, probing and pushing the skin.
"Oh, Bill, do it, do it."
It was going to be an incredibly quick and intense fuck, kind of the experience they loved to call a quickie. A quickie implied a certain mood, a real energetic mood which will not be gone even after the sex. It meant they wanted to romp, come, and then do something else afterwards. There was no hesitation but rather an even and building momentum towards the big wham; when they made love like this they usually came at the same moment. "Agggghhhhhh!!! "
"Aggghhh, ahh, ahh, ow, ooohhh!!"
Their life was getting more intense indeed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill and Elaine both knew that something was brewing between the two of them, something was happening in the marriage which was unusual but not all bad, and that it would soon be out in the open where both of them could come to terms with it. Elaine had thought on occasion that Bill was not above cheating. After all, he was an attractive man for his age, quite charming when he put his mind to it, and could easily attract one of the young girls in his office anxious to have an affair with a man who has been around, a man who could easily have his own wife but would chose a mere secretary just for the excitement of it all, of bucking the established code.
Elaine decided it was time to have a talk, so, that evening, instead of going about their perspective household tasks (the mainstay of bourgeois existence) Bill and Elaine sat down for a classic head-to-head.
"Bill, I don't know quite how to begin, but it has to do with the way you've been acting; the way you look at me; the way you seem to never be satisfied but become all keyed up soon after making love; the way you just can't keep still in the evenings. I'm afraid you might be up to something a little too strong."
Bill hadn't expected this. Sure, Elaine might have suspected something, but instinct told him that somehow she knew the exact nature of his cheating, had more than an approximate notion of who he was cheating with, but only wanted a verbal confession from his own lips. But Bill did not know that Elaine felt precisely the same way. As if to offset her own guilt she wanted Bill to speak of her very own improprieties, to confess and seem the culprit so that her own story would be less shocking in comparison.
"Elaine, we've always been honest so here it is in one undiluted package. I've been seeing June, the girl who works in the store down the street with the big tits and fantastic ass."
Bill was so nervous he didn't realize he was picking his nose.
"Bill, why, I don't know what to say.. But I've got to tell you something also because I know, I just know that won't surprise you, just as what you just said didn't surprise me a bit. I've been seeing her also."
"You've what...."
"I've been seeing June Steeples. She came here to show me how to exercise-I've told you about that, but it was she who did the teaching-and before I knew it we were giving each other massages and feeling around all over. It wasn't a long way to getting inside of ourselves and just making it."
"Elaine, I am amazed, shocked, any other word you might want to attach, but it strikes me that this might not be all bad, it might not be an impossible situation because what we felt with June was not bad at all but his given us new life."
"But, Bill, what can we do? Doesn't it mean that we're not satisfied with each other anymore?"
"Nonsense!"
"But...."
"Look, Elaine. We're middle-aged people and before we know it we'll push back forty, the time when, if you never did something unusual, baby, you never will have a good time, and I want something from life which isn't on some schedule or tax form, something that won't spoil what we have but will add to it like a shot in the arm or a martini before breakfast."
"Bill, I think you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
"But, how can we continue with this thing?"
"Why not just as before, but the main thing is to take it as it comes rather than make it as scheduled as everything else in-our lives. The possibilities are endless, like, for example, making it with her after work before I come home, or after I leave in the morning, or I could meet her during a lunch hour, or, even better, we could both make it with her together."
"Make it with her together ... wow ... I, never in my life ... Bill! But, I must admit I get hot just thinking of it, thinking of that cute little thing between you and me like a sex sandwich, eating me out and then you, feeling us all over and then moving in for a real double fuck. But Bill, I don't know if I could go through with something that drastic ... Bill, what are you doing? Why are you picking of the phone?" 'There's only one way to find out. Hello, can I speak to June ... Yes, June this is Bill Carter. My wife and I have been talking and, well, we'd like to meet with you together, maybe have a nice dinner over here. Could you make it and come talk about things like exercises and hair products, heh, heh?"
Bill put down the phone and smiled.
"Yes, June will be over in a little while. She was about to eat but told her parents she wanted to go out to visit friends, which, after all, is really true, or at least close to it."
"Bill, I'm really excited about this, but, it all seems so new and weird, even a little bit kinky."
"Kinky? Why is it kinky? It's kinky because of what the neighbors would say, because it dares to be different from what's accepted and considered right, because we dare to be creative and explore our potential and really do something. That's why it's kinky. Well, if that's kinkiness so be it!"
The time passed by slowly as the excited couple waited for their guest, only looking into each other to gain confidence and be sure the other would be able to go through with the exciting and unusual tasks ahead.
A knock was heard.
"Well, June," said Bill, "welcome, welcome to our home."
"Hello Mr. Cater. Hello Mrs. Carter."
"Now, June, for now on it is strictly Bill and Elaine because we're friends. We don't believe in this chronology business where age is everything and commands respect just for its own sake. Why should there be distance between us because I happened to be born a little earlier than you, have some gray hairs, a little less energy, and perhaps have become too settled and stodgy in my ways?"
"Great. Bill and Elaine."
"June, I have some nice things to eat in the freezer. Let me put them on the dining room table, and meanwhile, let Bill entertain you, that is, if you can succeed in keeping him away from his stale traveling salesman, butcher, farmer's daughter and chicken crossing the road jokes."
"No, come on. Bill has a great sense of humor."
June took a nice long look at June before she went into the kitchen-a look she could not help from stealing-and liked what she saw. She thought if funny that Bill should talk about the fact that age didn't really matter when most of June's attractiveness to the both of them had to do with her very age, the fact that she looked unspoiled and her body retained a rich quality which inevitably disappears with age.
"Well, here's the eats."
"White fish, cream cheese and spaghetti with clams! My favorite, Elaine. How .did you know?"
"Oh, you've got a white fish look about you.""
"Don't mind Elaine, June, she's always judging people by her own sort of scale."
"Ha, ha. I hope I'm not guilty."
"Elaine, this is good."
Bill could not help stealing his own glances. This girl was a knockout with her petite waist and huge, firm tits which just asked to be touched, felt, fondled, licked, sucked, bit and then fucked. Here was the perfect addition to life with Elaine: the young girl from chemistry class he never had the guts to ask out but always dreamed of; the dynamite older sister of a friend when he was in junior high who he knew had balled the guys she went out with but wouldn't look at him because of his age; the pretty girl on the TV show who never showed her naked body but would do commercials for soap stripped in the shower-how Bill wished he could have been the cameraman!
After they were done eating, June said, "Let's all go to the bedroom and I'll give you both a nice massage."
"Great."
"Fantastic."
"Will we have to strip?"
"Ha, heh, heh."
"But I'm ticklish!"
"Well, you'll just have to have a drink to loosen up, won't you?"
Bill poured drinks for Elaine and June and they drank them down quickly, asking for and receiving a second and a third. He didn't want to get everyone soused because that could tone down the degree of their excitement.
In the bedroom.
"Okay, June, now do me first and make sure you rub these powerful muscles nice and hard, that is, no mercy on my creaking bones, all out."
"But don't forget me. How about one hand for each. I'll stay nice and near Bill so you can reach us both and give us that marvelous relaxed feeling your so talented at and make us forget our woes and cares, traveling away to never-never land."
"I'd be delighted."
"Mmmm."
"Ohhh, oohh, Elaine isn't this great."
"Fantastic."
"Would you like me to rub both of your buns?"
"Yes, but remember, Bill might not admit is-if he holds true to form-but his buns are a lot fatter than mine with a lot of extra meat on them, like, as if you ordered a side of pork which hasn't been trimmed down."
"Now, wait a minute, big buns. You've got a little extra yourself!"
"Hey, you two are beginning to sound married, and nothing could get in the way of our fun here tonight as much as that, as if you wanted to have your marriage come in the way of our threesome. Right?"
"Right, June. As long as you're here, we are all equal partners in this without favor even between me and Elaine, just as if we all went to the justice years ago and worked out a three-part marriage certificate, with me as mutual husband and you two as mutual wives, wives that satisfy, quench the thirst and stifle all pangs of desire."
"Right on!!"
"Right on!!"
"Oh, June, rub my nice big buns harder ... mmm ... that's it, real nice, real nice. Oh, Rub the sacks of my balls just a bit. I know that you can get at them from the back ... oh. oh yeah that's right!"
"Me, too. Rub my buns and the crack in between, put your finger in my crack and then move it down to my pussy, feel inside of it and give me a super ass and pussy massage until I scream for you to have mercy ... yes ... yes, ahhhh."
"Okay, you two. Now turn over."
"Like this?"
"Oh, you are a terrific couple. The mister of the house sure has a nice cock and the Mrs. a dynamite cunt with nice big and juicy tits, a nice pair of hips, and all in all, real well preserved for your respective ages. But, you see, me being a white fish, I'm a little hot so I hope you will allow me to disrobe."
"Hey, you're something. Here, let me help you with that latch ... good, good. WOW! Great pair of tits, for YOUR age. We really are a group of outstanding and talented people and I think we should celebrate. As a matter-of-fact, it would only be right if I took over a bit with my wife, here, I mean our wife, and give you a double going over with the little lady working the upper and your friend and mine-not to forget mutual husband-working the dark forbidden place, above the knees below the waist."
"Delighted!"
"Bill, you left me one of the best parts. Now I'm sure you'd like a real nice tit massage. Here you go, feel this as I rub both of those big orbs around and then press lightly on your big red nipples. Isn't that nice, doesn't it just make you so hot that you can't wait to be fucked by your new husband and wife as a team of sexercisers?"
"Yes, ma'am, ohh, ahh."
"Oh, I just love the feel of your tits, the way they almost take the shape of my palms as I rub the flesh, knead it all about and put you into a state of excitement. Oh, you've got such big tits, such well-developed knockers with great juicy nipples. Mmm, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub."
"Oh, ahh, ohh."
"Don't forget about master rubber Bill down in the pussy department. You've got such nice cheeks. Here, let me spread them so I can get a better look at that cunt and be sure to massage all the secret places, all the places that are hard to get to without two consenting adults."
"Oh, ohh, ahh."
"But, baby oil. We have no oil. Elaine, if you will."
"Here you go, specialist in the dark forbidden place above the knees below the waist."
"Now for a little squirt. There, there we go, and isn't that nice to have a little lube job just when the gears are getting rusty and the transmission in need of repair not to mention exercise. You know, June, to keep a piece of machinery like you have in good working order, you must use it, get out there and keep all the movable parts moving, keep the lubrication going and the wheels turning, the machinery active and downright horny!"
"Oh, rub my cunt, turn on my motor!" 'That talking right...."
"Ahhhh."
"You like your new partners...."
"Ah, ahh, ahhhh!!"
"I think it's time for you to be kept a little company, I mean, your gear shaft needs a piston inside to really get the full power in shape, a little gas has to be added and some juicy oil to just make sure that all the repairs my partner and myself have given your hot job hot rod are doing the trick. Here I go, feel how nice it is to have a rod in that shaft, feel the hot sensation of it moving in and out and then all the way in, feel how your motor is warming up and just determined to get into some race out there at top speed, full speed ahead where you can't take a curve but only a straight and narrow course to your explosive destination."
"Ahh, ahh, ohh."
"We're fucking now."
"You like the way I rub your tits, don't you."
"Rub them, make my nipples hard and my busts ready to explode with passion!"
"MMMmmm, yes, a pleasure...."
"There no holding back things now."
"I'm coming, I'm having a cli... ah, ahh, aggghhhh!! "
"Harder, rub the girl harder Elaine."
"Oh, ohh, ohhh."
"We'll make her really want to come back to this station for more. Let out your muffler girl, let it all hang out."
"AGHHHHGHHHH!!! "
"Now that she's really warmed up, it's time to insert the piston. Feel how my cock moves into you, faster, harder, faster, harder, faster, harder...."
"Ohh, oh, ohh."
"And up in the chest, feel how I rub your titties, faster, harder, faster, harder...."
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Fuck her, Bill, really fuck this girl."
"Aghh, ahh, oh, ohh."
"But Elaine, you must get in the picture. I think it's time that we put your hot rod in order. June, if you will, let's get this other girl on the rack so that we can examine her undersides and put her in the running order that I've got you."
"Ohh...."
"I'd knew you would agree."
"Now, I'll take the tit department and you handle the gear shifting below."
"Oh, June, rub me, rub me nice and good so that my pussy gets as hot and hard as yours, so full of blood, excitement, lust and the pure desire to have Bill's piston push inside and make-the control room burst with impulses."
"Ahh, I'd love to feel that nice pussy."
"And these tits! They're in really good shape, good shape indeed for a woman that's had as much hot action as yourself."
"Yes, suck."
"Fuck!"
"Feel, feel!"
"Fondle."
"Ahh, oh, oh, ohh."
"Fuck me with those pretty little hands. Fuck me nice and good!"
"Oh, Elaine you have such a nice soft, touchable cunt, so well worked in but yet nice and firm, nice and juicy and well lubricated, nice and ready to have Bill's big cock stuck right inside and pushed around until you come, until you come."
"Oh, ohh."
"Push her harder, Dune, push her harder and make her ready for me, all juicy and ready."
"Ah, ahh, ahhh!"
"Feel all those red, soft tissues and that inner cherry, that inner prize which can't wait to be felt and even sucked, yes, suck her, nice and good, go down on Elaine!"
"Ahh."
"Feel my tongue inside of you, making you so hot that you want to run and scream. MMmm, you taste good, nice and hot, wet pussy-juice with just the right flavor, just the right combination of seasonings to make it the best sex potent I've ever had."
"Ahh, ahh, ahh."
It turned into a complete orgy. What started as a massage, be it a massage with sensual inclination, became a release expedited by good liquor, so to end the vestige of inhibitions which might have come between them, any bit of civilized restraint which holds back the tongue, makes one think twice about that lick between the legs or that nice bite on the nipple. The room was soaked with their screams of delight and ecstasy. Two cunts and one big cock big enough to satisfy both the panting woman-as different as they may be-worked in perfect action and reaction.
"Do it, fuck me good, June. Aghh, ahh. Now, Bill, put your peck in my pouch. Put it in, place it in my pulsing pussy and pry my fucking inhibition with predatory lust. Agghhh!"
"You like me to feel your big tits, don't you. Mmm, your tits are even a little bigger than mine, and so soft, so pliable and lickable. Oh, yum, I love the feel of your salty tit skin and the harder but more sensitive covering of your ruby nipples."
"Elaine puts rouge on her nipples, to make them even sexier."
"Mmmm, beautiful."
"Oh, suck and fuck me, both of you, ohhh."
The threesome were as active as could be, now abandoning their specialized tastes in favor of completely uninhibited explorations, of cunts, balls, cocks, hair, ears, any opening with convolutions or curves and the potential to adding to the excitement of a vivid imagination or straining sex organ.
Elaine was in awe of June's tits and kept sucking her right nipple, kept feeling it come in and out of her mouth, feeling and almost looking like a small red cock, determined to penetrate deeper into the mouth and throat of the person do bent on swallowing it in its entirety.
Bill put in cock into one cunt, out of it, and then into another. He observed the differences-refined and subtle as they may be-between his wife and June. Elaine's cunt had the feel of experience, like a worked-in catcher's mitt or a beautiful large bush, but June had the excitement and excitable pussy of a neophyte who cannot hold back enthusiasm and react, even over-react, to every motion of a cock within her.
"Ahh, ahh."
"Oh, oh, fuck me good. Yes, ahh."
Bill wanted some oral sex. Now that he was uninhibited he felt that something was missing if he did not experience some warm lips on his cock and tip, moving about and making him hotter and hotter. That was one of the best parts of sex and even a better part of an orgy in which there are two pairs of lips, two styles and attitudes of sucking from which to choose.
Bill thought as if he would go wild from the excitement of the moment, the excitement of being humped by two attractive creatures, one a wife and one a fantasy figure, and the mere idea that he had gotten outside of respectable middle-class chains which kept him down, kept him thinking twice about sucking on his own wife or even venturing in a position not pictured in Doctor Dill's manual.
"Oh, fuck me women, fuck me like a wildcat fucks in the night, the way a mare buckles under the stud action of a stallion champion when he is placed in her stall to give her the going over and produce a champion. Oh, fuck the shit out of my!!"
"Your cock is so nice and hard with such a juicy tip, a nice but tip that calls out to be felt and sucked, SUCKED."
"Aghhh, suck me, such me."
'This is going to really get to you."
"Agghhh."
June put her mouth over Bill's cock and began a fantastic and highly pressured movement up and down, in and out and from side to side until he could hardly stand the strength of the sensation, a sensation which made him want to come without hesitation but which also reminded him that to wait, to hold off, was to receive promise of even greater ecstasy.
"Oh, suck it suck it."
Then Bill's body stiffened and the sensitive girl knew he was dangerously close to coming for although she already had an orgasm she wanted more, more stronger, intense explosions and melting sensations which would leave her exhausted and panting, without even the energy for a kiss or tap on the cock.
June watched the gism trickle out in a few small drops and moved away from the cock and to his big swollen balls which she knew must ache to release their heavy load of wonderful sex juice. She put her tongue on them and felt the grizzly texture of his little hairs and the rough skin which expanded and then tightened, covering in the balls with some primal and imagined instinct that they must be protected. His genitals seemed huge, to dominate his entire body as if arms, legs, trunk and head are merely accessories, adornments of the center of man, his big, hairy cock, the phallus symbol of power.
"Oh, ahh, ahh. Feel those balls and put your teeth into them until it almost hurts ... that's it, that right, ahhghhh!!"
"Feel my tits, feel my young pert tits and those red beautiful nipples, so big, so wet and so desirous to have you all over them, feeling them, licking them and reminding me over and over that I'm a woman. Do it, do it!"
"MMmmmmm!"
"Oh, my fucking tits!"
"Aghh, aghghh."
"Me to, feel my tits!"
Bill pushed the girls together, side by side, so that he could look at their four breasts and then pushed the outer two with his hands so that he created a great massive bit of tit and cleavage, a huge collection of woman tissue and cherries, just waiting to be fondled.
"Suck them, feel them!"
Bill buried himself in the woman flesh. "Aghh, agghhh, oh, ohh, ohhh, ooohhh!!"
He grunted and made ejaculations previous pleasure levels had not reached. He moaned and yelled out like a herd of elephants in heat, a hyena with a hard-on, a cougar with a crotch, a horny horse, a busty baboon, a whale with a whopper.
"Ahh, ahh, oh, oh, ouch, ug, ug ahh ha-ha, aghghhh!!"
"Fuck us, fuck our tits."
Bill took his pole and pushed it along the unbelievable row of tits. He pushed it across the entire length of them and then back until his stroke was so powerful and fast that he covered the two and half feet in the time he could insert his cock in a cunt. He moved across the tits, feeling the fours nipples when they made contact with the soft, sensitive underside of his cock and make them harder than erect, into a state of semi sexual petrifaction.
"Agghh, ahh, ahh."
He kept kneading the flesh, as if it were fresh dough and he were a baker with an important assignment, as assignment which told him he better deliver or never find relief, never find a true satisfaction from his craft. He loved to watch the flesh undulate like a huge oceanic tidal wave, pushing this way and that from some unknown force which only the trio knew to be his own unrelenting libido, his own sense of sexual destiny. This would be the greatest fuck in his life.
Then Bill moved down to the two cunts. Their legs were intertwined with each other for they moved in and out like pieces of flexible plastic, but Bill had no trouble knowing immediately which two belonged to June because she by far had-the better set-for all of Elaine's assets-a set which could not be beat, let alone by a thirty-five old wife who worked in an office and took art lessons.
An inspiration flashed in Bill's mind. He would suck June, all the while feeling the great pair of legs, up and down, up and down, and fuck Elaine, that beautifully worked in cunt. In an instant he manipulated the girls in the proper places with Elaine up by the pillows at the head of the bed and June under him spread eagle and just awaiting his advances. "Fuck me!"
"Suck me!"
Bill was really into this, especially Elaine. He was a sensual sexed stud of sumptuous proportion and sultry, if cynical, service, a darling dude of devious determination, a fucking fancy fornicator with dynamite sensuality.
"Do it."
"Yes, yes!"
"Here comes big Bill."
Bill pushed his pecker all the way into Elaine just the way she liked it and she began to turn and grind her hips in a manner which excited him without end. He loved the way she responded to his thrusts, pushed up her hips, spread her legs and then clutched his back with them, reminded him that she was all woman with a desire just as great as his and proceeded to reach an orgasm sexier, more sensual than any woman he had known even including busty June.
"Aggh, agghh."
June was getting off by Bill simultaneous sucking. He kept licking her clit, up and down, until she moaned out and let him feel the entire length of her smooth legs, let him get his tongue inside her cunt and then gently place his nose in it to feel the hot slime of her pussy. She loved to have him to suck her and fuck her and do everything he could think of and was even more excited that his motor was partially at least powered by his fucking with that Elaine, that older woman who was fucking while June was still sucking a bottle and now turned out to be a perfect sex partner for the teenager.
"Agghh."
"Oh, oh, oh; this is the greatest!"
It was the greatest, but that kind of intense excitement cannot keep up forever-Bill knew even his sex machine body could not take it-so Bill decided to let his throttle out and really come, come inside of Elaine and make her reach orgasm at the precise moment. He could not keep track of all that was going on but just was aware of the bombardment on his senses; his nose was now dripping with her lubrication, his cock was all but lost inside of Elaine and his hands were in a constant state of excitement from the long and beautiful legs of June.
"June, Elaine ... this is it ... ah, ahh."
"Come, Bill, do it now, yes, yes YES!"
Once again, the suggestible June was the first to go over, for her second time.
"Ahh, my cunt, ah, ahh, ahhh, AGHHHHHH!!"
Bill kept licking her and did not even stop when her hands pushed down on his face in an almost painful manner, because he knew he could make the orgasm more stronger, still more forceful by forcing his tongue to remain on her exploding clit.
"Oh, oh, agghh, ohhhh!! "
June just about fell backwards with exhaustion and then a look of incredible bliss, complete contentment passed across her face as if she had just seen an image of paradise. Her Ups went into a very young and pleased smile and she looked almost as if she had just fallen asleep.
Bill concentrated his efforts on Elaine who was as close as himself to unloading the tension in incredible bursts of pure energy and movement of ejaculation and release; the moment was near.
"Fuck me Bill, the hell out of me, cement this feeling so that it never goes away-the best fuck yet...."
"Oh, Elaine, Elaine," was all that Bill could say.
"Agghh, aggh, ahh."
Miraculously, the two did not come but were able to build the tension to an even greater point, to a point at which, if they had lived above another apartment, would have gotten the neighbors believing that an earthquake or some other natural disaster was in progress, a level of excitement which even goes beyond the animal world or the side streets of Times Square, a level which only spells E-C-S-T-A-S-Y!
"It's coming, it's coming."
"Let it come, let it fucking come!!
Bill grabbed Elaine's tits which looked even more swollen and huge than ever. He squeezed them with all his might. He made them turn red with passion and the inner juices whose flow he interrupted.
The couple moved about in the grip of ultimate pleasure. They squeezed against each other as if they were two animals merging into one big androgynous sex creature with tits, cock, balls, and assholes.
"It's so strong, so damn strong, it's, ohh." Elaine and Bill now took on the look of their junior partner. All the 'energy from that bed which had been released could probably put a man in orbit or destroy a city, and they were exhausted and in ecstatic relaxation from the release, a relaxation so complete that they were beyond the desire for sleep and at a point of complete rest without the need to lose consciousness.
Finally, after an passage of time impossible to be determine, June spoke.
"Bill and Elaine, that was the greatest, the greatest I ever had and I'm not sure if it was just because I never made it with two before or just that we all have the perfect set of chemical reactions."
"Probably a little of each, June."
"But where can this lead to Bill," asked Elaine.
"Elaine, that's just the trouble with your attitude. The point is, that it doesn't matter, we have got to play this thing by ear, take it as it comes, the ups and the downs and not worry about how it fits into the scheme of our lives. Don't worry, we'll work it out just fine."
CHAPTER FIVE
June thought about the adventure with her new companions, Bill and Elaine, throughout the next day at work and was barely able to keep her mind on her tasks. She gave one man deodorant instead of hair spray, gave a woman some acne medicine instead of toothpaste, a young boy some laxative instead of a candy bar and yet another yeast instead of vitamin tablets.
A counter girl does not have the responsibilities of the president of the United States, but she is expected to keep the orders straight and avoid tangling up the works.
"June, what is the matter with you? You don't seem at all yourself-all this bother and fuss over the simplest orders-is everything okay?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Hendrix, I guess I have been a little out of it, but, it's not important, just didn't get enough sleep last night."
"Please, June, take the rest of the day off so you can come back tomorrow your good old self."
"Thanks, I guess you're right."
Not more than five steps had passed under June's feet outside the store when she bumped into Ron Jackson, a junior in high school and so candid about his infatuation with June that she found him obnoxious. Why should she run around with some inexperienced type as Ron when she now had access to more sexual excitement than has the entire cheerleader and twirler teams combined?
"Oh, it's you, Ron."
"This must be my lucky day. I was going to call you to go out to a movie tonight."
"Well, it's good you didn't."
"Hah, that is funny."
"No, I'm sorry, Ron. I have too much to do with working late afternoons and all, but thanks anyway. Why don't you ask someone else?"
"But June, why don't you make an exception ... er ... you didn't even ask the title of the picture and that's really the important part ... uh ... I had sort of a porno movie in mind."
Ron Jackson asking her to a porno movie struck June as so ironic, so out of character that she was caught off guard, the precise situation Ron hoped for so that he could move in and have her giving the okay before she realized what she was saying.
"Well, a porno flick ... uh, I haven't...."
"Great, then it's all set. See you at eight-thirty tonight!"
"But...."
Things could have worked out worse, thought June, because the Carters had to go out to a friend's cocktail party that evening, and besides, there was no necessity to pay much attention to Ron when so much would be going on on the screen, so much to compare with her own romps with the Carters. How could a film possibly top what she experienced?
Ron was right on time and the couple drove to the movie house which had taken on the policy of having only adult films.
"Do you think we'll have any trouble getting in?"
"June, don't worry about it. I know the woman who gives the tickets and she never gives me a hard time, now, aren't you glad you know big Ron here?"
June noticed the boy standing in front of them. It was Joe Fatonzi, the tough guy who had been arrested twice by the time he was a junior, owned an incredible motorcycle and spoke with a mouth filthier than any dialogue they would hear that evening on the soundtrack. Yet with all his brute muscularity, June was always attracted to him as she was attracted to Bill Carter because of the element of taboo, his chronic unavailability yet constant desirability. He wore a shirt which had been cut up to the shoulders and exposed his massive arms which even had a tattoo inscribed on one and part of his hairy chest was visible.
"Hey, if it ain't little ole' Ron. How's it goin' ... and my oh my, you do have a looker of a lady, you foxy bastard you."
This was the type of boy June's respectable middle-class mother always told her to avoid at all costs because he could only lead to trouble. But it was his very qualities of danger defiance which attracted her, not only in the mind, but right down to the bottom of her cunt which only speaks in the most explicit of languages.
"Hi, Joe, Pm June, we've been at several dances together and once you even danced with me, but it's okay if you don't remember but I couldn't forget it."
Joe smiled his most alluring, toothy grin and said, "Well, Ron, the little lady's got taste, yes siree."
June managed to manipulate John in a way that she was actually sitting only one seat away from Joe and his girl, a bleached bond with big boobs but obviously not much of a mind. If only she could change place with that girl, and leave with Joe instead of the bland piece of Velveeta cheese which escorted her into this place.
Meanwhile, Bill and Elaine were in the process of being bored out of their minds at a typical cocktail party at one of their good friends, the Setesons, who always had the best of drinks but the worst in conversation and entertainment. Their idea of putting a little punch into a party was to turn the stereo on a little louder than usual.
Elaine managed to get Bill into a comer and said, "Bill, I know this is a bore, but try to get through it."
"Listen, I don't mind spending an evening talking about the latest therapies and hearing the accomplishments of some of the five year old kids of these people, but it's a little much to get a horoscope reading which includes examination of my palms and knuckles on my small finger."
"But, Bill, it seems to me as if you're preoccupied with something."
"Yes, I was remembering what a good time we had with June and wondering what she was up to tonight, probably something a little more exciting than this."
"Bill, I'm surprised ... don't you know that she's a young girl with her own friends and a right to live her life as she wants it outside of giving a couple of middle-aged people some cheap, if delicious thrills?"
"I know, Elaine, but I just wonder what she's doing."
June watched the movie with increasing interest. It took place in a bar in New York, one of the swinging places where men go to pick up tough talking women. One man in the navy with a nice white uniform picked up one of the girls and made passionate love to her. He felt her breasts and then took off her bra at which point he began to suck her nipples and push the big, heavy tits up and down. He stripped her completely and then took out his long cock. He began to pump her mercilessly, feeling the back of her ass and the front of her thighs, feeling, licking, probing for all the pleasure spots to turn on the almost lethargic if sultry redhead.
June was getting very hot just watching the flick but paid Ron no mind in preference to the big stud and his dumb blond. June was close enough to see that he was rubbing her breasts inside of her blouse and she had her hand over his crotch so that the material of his pants began to rise a little. But they were fairly discreet in that they covered his pants with his leather jacket and continued their fun in the obscurity of hidden darkness.
How June wished she could change place!
* * *
Poor Bill began talking to a woman who almost put him to sleep with her burbling about some new institute dedicated to study the real meaning of dreams which has to do with the process of food digestion. The only thing about her which attracted him was the fantastic pair of tits she proudly displayed through a sheer dress, which were covered only by two small patches of darker material around the nipples. Didn't these people really know how to have a good time which has nothing to do with therapy, dream institutes, child study, liberal politics or the mellow sounds of music? This dull dreary party could turn into a feast of delights if they all simply took off their clothes, found a suitable consenting partner and went at it in the privacy of one of the bedrooms if modesty was a factor, or simply out in the open in an overt orgy if so inclined.
"Bill," said Elaine, "let's go back to the house. I really can't take this anymore. Besides, I'm getting damn horny."
"Elaine, you're the one who's been telling me to take it and enjoy a platonic diversion from out usual fare. But I can see, you're wising up."
"Let's beat it ... and I'll meet you in the car ... and then our bedroom."
June couldn't stand watching that sexy film any longer, knowing what was going on with Joe and his girl, and also realizing she would be stuck with Ron afterward, courted and probably clumsily seduced in the back of his old Dodge, a series of events she did not look forward to. She listened hard and could hear Joe whispering to his girl.
"Listen, baby, we'll split after this flick is over and have some nice burgers, then over to my apartment."
"Apartment? That ain't no apartment but just a room in your parent's place."
"Details, details."
"Joe, you know I've got to be up early tomorrow morning to get to work at the doughnut factory. You know I always work there on Saturdays."
"Fuck the factory, baby, I'm givin' you the chance of the lifetime, the chance for a night with big Joe, you fucking creep, now come on and cut the shit."
"Shit my ass, I've got feelings too, and I got to get up tomorrow."
'Then you can get the fuck out of here if you want to be that way."
"Good riddance!"
June's heart was pounding and she could hardly believe the opportunity but she knew she would never forgive herself if she blew this one; finally there was a chance to make it with that Stud Joe and it only required getting rid of Ron.
"Ron, I've got to go ... oh this is terrible, I feel really bad, but I just remembered I told my Aunt Bettie I would defrost her freezer for her because she's laid up with a really bad broken leg."
"What the...."
"Now Ron, I don't want you to miss the rest of the picture. My aunt's place is right around the comer, so there's no point in you going out with me. I insist, and if you don't listen to what I say, I won't go out with you again."
June went out and Ron was left in his seat muttering repeatedly to himself, "Shit, oh shit."
June was glad that Joe watched her leave and she gave him a direct and seductive look which he could not ignore, which could not help but have him running up the aisle out for her in order to convince her to go to his room and fuck through the entire night, fuck until both of them would be exhausted and completely spent.
"Joe, how are you. I was hoping you'd come out."
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, how about coming up to my place."
"Let's go. But won't your parents hear us."
"Naw, and anyway, they don't give a damn, really, I mean, they know I bring girls up there. They don't know they stay all night but they probably figure I take em' back down late and real quiet, when they're watchin' the TV so they don't notice or nuthin'."
June walked in Joe's room and was impressed with the almost perversity of his tastes. There were old German war relics as lugars and swords, helmets, a picture of Marlon Brando from "The Wild Ones" next to a posture of Tiny Tim, old cigar butts lying around, opened beer cans, a half-eaten can of tuna fish, some dirty socks in the comer, an old TV and an old Beach Boy record which looked as it hadn't been played in years.
But the sloppy atmosphere-which would have been disgusting in relation to anyone else-seemed perfectly matched for Joe, added all the more to his taboo, forbidden qualities. June wanted to begin right away, to feel his big cock inside of her and hear his animalistic grunts and groans as she dug her nails into his hairy and dark back. She wanted to get on his rickety bed and make the room shake so that some of the disintegrating plaster on the wall would fall on them like a shower of destruction. She wanted it all.
"Fuck me, Joe."
Joe could not even believe his luck on this evening. This was a high-class broad, no gum-chewing bitch who worked late and covered the rings around her eyes with some white shit or smelled bad under the arms from successive layers of sprays on top of grime. This was pure respectability, the kind of girl who he never approached because he knew he would scare them, but the kind of girl he now knew secretly lusted after his roughs ways, and big, hairy cock.
"You ain't bad for a smart broad, not bad at all. Let me see here, let me see what's under this nice little blouse, see if your big knockers are as good under as through this little piece of cloth ... Oh, yes, yes indeedy, a nice, fine, big pair of tits."
"Lick them, Joe. Lick my beg cherries."
"Uuun, oh, oh, oohhh."
"Ahh, that's it. Lick them real good until they get hard and ripe so you can suck them and put them in your mouth, covering them with your sexy spit and big, thick lips."
Joe was so excited he could hardly hold himself back. He took off the rest of her clothing so that she was laid out entirely nude over his unmade bed, so that he could spread her legs and look inside at her pulsing loins, ready to take him in, ready to have him bring her in his rough, manly way to the edge, and then beyond.
"Nice boobs, baby, real nice."
"Feel them, touch them ... LICK THEM ... AGGHHH!"
The bed started to creak, but this guy was an expert at his craft. He simply went directly to the offending place and put a ready pillow case in between some springs which completely muffled the noise. June didn't know why but this action really turned her on; it was so reflective of Joe, his expertise of getting away with something, of covering his tracks so that he could go ahead with [text missing from the remainder of this sentence in the original pocketbook]
* * *
Bill and Elaine arrived home from the party and took their clothes off, showered and lay on the bed, talking and smoking.
"I don't know, Bill, but in a way, I think we should end things between us and June ... I mean, it was great while we had it, you know, a perfect arrangement and just the sort of thing-the sort of boost-both of us needed at the time. But it's over and it's .time to get back to normal, don't you think?"
"Sure," Bill lied, "but I can't help wondering what she's doing now and if she's lining up some other sort of sex life."
Bill did mind that Elaine had had enough because it was the element of taboo, the element that June had the guts to do things Elaine'd never dared and even to give his own wife the courage, that he did not like the idea of losing her. The only thing to do was to go on as usual, not mention it to Elaine, and see if he could begin meeting her again.
"Fuck me, Joe. Do it real good and feel my cunt all over."
"Agghh, yes. Oh, oh, it feels nice and hot, fuckin' HOT!"
'Take off your clothes, Joe, let me see if that pecker of yours is as big as the rest of you."
"You bet your ass, broad, Why do you think they call me big Joe?"
"Oh, yes, nice, really nice, Joe. Ooh, let me feel it ... there! Ah, it's so big and hard. Uum, let me pump it a little, yes ... yes, let me make it even harder and then put it in my mouth, like this!"
"Ohh, ohh, ahh."
"You like that, don't you?"
"Oh, don't stop, keep up this fuckin' blow-job!"
"Ummm, ummmm."
"Agghhhhh."
"Put it in me right, yes, right inside my cunt. I want to feel your crotch hair touching my pussy and make me tingle all over. I want to feel all of you and suck you and fuck you." Joe put his massive member into June's membranes. She moaned with pleasure from the sensation of the biggest cock she ever had spreading her cheeks and straining the very limitations of her big, juicy cunt, until, she almost did not care about his parents watching TV down below, she only wanted to cry out, to cry "fuck me!"
"Oh, do it, fuck me."
"Uumm, ah, ugghh."
June watched Joe's tattoo bob up and down to the motion of his torso and watched how the boobs on the girl jiggled a bout with the same excitement of her own boobs which could not keep still under the machinations of this clever young stud, a stud who basked in his own roughness and lack of polish.
He was like an animal, an animal with no inhibitions which took what it wanted when it wanted it and was ready to defend his right to exploit with all the violence and energy which was in his very cock. He kept this energy pointed toward's June orifice and she hardly knew how to express her pleasure which was partly in her cunt, partly in the tingling sensation in her limbs and partly in the realization that she was doing the forbidden, daring to go beyond what she could comfortably tell Mommy and Daddy.
Joe sucked her nipples with a violent attachment. He kept putting his teeth over her huge boobs and making little marks in the flesh, pushing against it and making it red and then redder still, proceeding further where most men stopped.
"Bite them, bite my tits ... agghhh"
He was not only different but better than Bill. Bill was on an excursion from his regular habits and as anyone on an excursion acted almost like a tourist. Now he would show how different he could be, how uninhibited, then he would pose to show his natural side, but that was it, a pose, a position, something done in relation to another life, a life of bland routine. But Joe WAS this other life. Everything about his was rotten and wrong. He had knifed one of his good friends, ditched a devoted girlfriend, gotten kicked out of school several times for writing obscenity on the wall and was one of the few persons she knew who didn't give a damn about grades or even what anybody thought about him. He paid the price of his aloneness with violence and frustration, but he did stand apart from the pack, until he was leader of the pack.
"You're the moonshine of my life, baby."
"Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me even harder than your other bitches, because I like it more than them. I like your cock more than any of them put together because I might look nice and sweet, but believe me, I'm one hell of a dill cucumber! "
"Ohh, what tits, nice, nice."
"Suck them."
"Uumm, ooohhh."
"Eat my pussy."
Joe positioned himself and began to eat June with more enthusiasm and even violence than she had ever been eaten, as if it was nourishment his strength and lust was dependent upon. He licked her entire rim, all about the opening of her gaping hole and then moved inside to the redness of her cheeks of the pink tissues surrounding her clit. He had no trouble finding the clit and rubbing, licking and sucking that for all he was worth as if he were licking the juicy last bites of meat off a T-bone steak. He didn't miss one part of her cunt and equalized her pleasure throughout the entire hole, throughout the entire opening in her red, steamy pussy.
"Oh, eat it all, baby, eat it all."
"Ummm, ahhh, ahhh," was all he grunted in delight.
He was like a caveman, a primal form of man without the blandness of culture and refinement, a heaving, heavy hulk of antediluvian humanity.
"Eat it all, and fuck me again."
Joe pushed June back and stood above her, straight and tall. He looked huge and his cock so massive that June did not know how it was possible for all of it to fit inside of her. But he managed, managed so well that soon June hardly could believe the level of pleasure she felt having him do it to her, doing it to her so good and hard that she climaxed before his penetration was completed. "Aggghhhghhhhghhhh!! "
"You like that, broad, huh."
"Oh, oh Joe, you're too much. You're fantastic."
Then Joe moved into high gear, pushing almost his entire weight on top of June's fair hips, pushing, grunting and not caring about the spit that trickled down from the side of his lips.
"uh, uh, ugghh," he grunted.
"Ohhhh," moaned June.
She could see his body getting tenser and felt with her own hands his big buns tighten and flex, ready for the pleasure moment.
Then he exploded.
"Agghhhghhhghhhghhhghhh!!!! "
She had never seen a man go so crazy and so ecstatic with pleasure. It was pure pleasure, pure animal pleasure. It was the heat of frenzy, the dark side of lust in which one takes what one wants and rarely returns a favor without mutual gain.
The couple lay panting and in a few minutes June was able to think. Joe had to be a part of her life now, but she knew Bill, if not Elaine, would come back. But that was okay. She was sure she would be able to accommodate both.
CHAPTER SIX
Although Bill told his wife, or at least gave her the tacit impression, that he was done with June, in reality, he could not wait to speak with her. He thought about her the entire day in his office as he mechanically added figures and balanced books. He thought about her as he met with his boss to discuss how the GNP might influence the company's clients, if they would handle their own accounting due to the budget cuts. But none of this could absorb his complete attention because the image of June-her big tits, her soft, curly mat and her fantastic cunt-would not leave his tortured mind. Bill even called her and arranged to meet over some coffee.
"June, I've been waiting to talk to you."
"Good, what's up?"
'That's exactly the question I had for you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean where do I stand?"
"I don't see why we can't meet as before."
"Because Elaine wants out, that's why, because Elaine looked at the entire affair as a real short-term fling."
"And you...."
"I want to see more of you June."
"I see."
"But what have you been up to. I mean, is there someone else?"
"Look Bill, you have Elaine. Now if you think for one minute that I'm going to sit around and just wait until you're available, you have another thing coming."
"But, well, okay. I can see you side, because I'm a reasonable person. But tell me about him. I mean, is he straight or does he swing; would he be able to understand your seeing me in the meantime?"
"Bill, I only think it's right that there be a little privacy between us. If we knew everything it would almost be ... it would almost be like being married. So, be still and know that I want to continue. That should be enough."
"Anything you say June. Only, you know I just have to have you."
"But now we have a problem since we just can't go to your place anymore."
"How about your place?"
"With my parents? If you want to take the chance, that's fine with me."
"No, no, not that!"
"Let's just get in your car, and leave the directions to me ... you'll see."
"You mean you have a place?"
"I said, you'll see!"
Bill took the girl into his car and she told him to start off due East. Before long they were in Connecticut on a busy interstate highway, but soon June told Bill to turn off and he started to follow some smaller U.S. routes and then some obscure back roads.
"Are you sure you know where we're going, I mean, I think we could get lost pretty easily."
"Leave it up to me. You see, I'm taking you to a nice abandoned beach, one of the few left in Connecticut. It's really a private beach and a piece of it is owned by my relatives, but there won't be anyone up there for a while until the workmen come and put up some summer houses with fire places and real nice patios."
"Fantastic! I can't remember the last time I went to a beach, let alone a secluded one, and let alone with a girl like you, a girl who I bet ... wouldn't mind going skinny dipping even in this balmy weather,"
"I'm beginning to think you can read minds They soon pulled off on a dirt road and approached the sea. The surf was not high because of the presence of Long Island which serves as a huge serf breaker. It was already beginning to get cold because the sun was going down, but that only excited Bill all the more and he began to feel about ready to go on a great adventure, to explore his own sensations in a more poignant way than he had done in years and really begin to feel his sexuality all over and not just in his crotch. When was the last time Elaine would have suggested such an activity? But perhaps he was being too harsh on her, perhaps she only fit into a pattern of life which he himself was guilty, until recently, of following in great detail.
"Let's go in, and really swim around, stripped nude!"
"Yes, yes!"
"Take off that dress June, and let me see those big tits and really great ass!"
"Like this?"
June pulled off her dress and almost left Bill breathless. She looked wild and even more wonderful than he was used to seeing her, out there by the sea, with the wind blowing through her hair and her bare feet sinking in the sand up to her ankles, with the thought of entering that water and holding her against himself in the almost furtive attempt to stay warm. He felt wonderful!!!
The water beat against the shore like a gentle massage and reminded Bill of the caresses he was surely soon to receive. He took off his clothes and looked down at his body and for the first time in years looked and felt really rugged, really one with nature and his feeling.
He put his hand against June's cold breast and was excited by her goose bumps and the erect nipple which pushed into his palm, which was the stimulus which made his cock rise in the air and in defiance of the sea breeze ask for sex.
"Let's go in!"
The water stung him with its coldness, but he ran right in full speed, with June in hand, and jumped right into the frigid waters with a cold splash.
"Agghh, ahhh, ooohhh!"
"Oh, oh, oh."
The romped about in the surf like a couple of drowning chickens, grabbing on to each other, trying desperately to breath in contrary desire to their shocked bodies. Their mouths opened wide and their necks bobbed up attempting to prevent great gushes of salt water from pouring in. But after the initial shock, after a short period of adaptation, the two lovers began to enjoy the sensuality of having the water submerge then almost entirely and taking big, deep breaths in order to swim a few strokes underwater only to collide into each other's nude body.
"Let's go out now."
"Sure, Bill, you know that I know that we know that we is COLD!"
"You got it, baby."
"Whew, that was invigorating, but I bet you would never have guessed that last time I was here I had the good sense, nay, the brilliance, to put aside some firewood for a time just like this so that we could warm our cold little bones and get ready for some real action."
"You're a genius!"
"No, just very talented."
June got out some very dry wood, spread apart some large stone and had no difficulty stating a very warm, glowing fire which immediately started the sparks of desire within their thawing bodies.
"June, you look so damn sexy under the moon like this, I mean, from the neck down you are a real woman, but, you still look real young in the face."
"Is that a compliment?"
"If you like turning a middle-aged man on until he can barely stand it, you bet it's a compliment."
Bill watched the flame glowing against June's big tits and imagined he could see designs and faces described by the flames, passionate faces with dripping mouths and even some cocks in a state of erection, cocks which all wanted to get inside of those big boobs and fuck the hell out of them. June's blond hair looked like golden beauty by the red, smokeless flame and lit under a near full moon. Her legs were crossed and she sat bare-assed and ' bare everything right in front of him like the most beautiful siren, like a vision seducing him and demanding that he approach and fuck her, fuck the living shit out of her.
"Let me feel those globes, those golden globes."
"You like that, don't you."
"I love that ... Oh, oh I just want to suck them and put my entire mouth over them and then lick the big red nipples with my tongue. Those nipples are like giant red reflectors, reflecting nothing but lust, passion, desire and determination to reach ecstasy ... oh, ohh, ohh, I'm warmed up already and getting really hot."
Bill looked younger than his years with the wind blowing his hair over his forehead and his skin looking darker and tanner than it actually was under the dim light. June imagined that he must have had a lot of experience with women before he met Elaine, but she didn't realize how mistaken she was, that Bill had been a serious, almost brooding young man who thought of little but his writing but who was eventually defeated by his pragmatic side which took him to accounting school and his romantic side which craved for the security of the marriage bond.
There had been Genvieve Merceder, that dynamite French girl from his creative writing class who thought he really had it. She gave him his first blow-job, shocking him and taking him to new planes of delight when she put her tongue on his cock and told him, "Je t'aime." But that didn't, couldn't last long. She had the spirit of adventure and wanted to travel all over but Bill was having his failure of nerve and was looking for some roots, some of the respectability and stability which he was now peeling off like old paint.
"Fuck me, Bill, you fucking stud."
"Yeah, baby, Bill baby is going to lick your cunt and fuck you like you've never been fucked."
June thought quickly of Joe but allowed the thought to pass.
Bill put his hands all over June's tits.
He felt her nipples.
He felt the side of her tits, the front, felt the weight of the orbs in his hands, pushed them upward, downward, to the side, up toward her own mouth where she tried to kiss them herself, back down, kneading, pulling on the flesh, sucking, kissing the pink, horny tits.
Melons, knockers, tits, bust, bosom, orbs, spheres, boobies, boobs, were the only words which went into his mind. No word was adequate to describe the nature of those things; no word which only made reference to their shape, size or function.
June had similar thoughts. Cock, pecker, dick, penis, rod, rammer, pleasure stick, boner, tool, did not convey the power of Bill's thing. It was big and looked even bigger under the moon, swollen to maximum size and imparting pleasure every time it was touched, sucked, fondled, pushed or even breathed on.
Bill could not keep his hands to himself. He wanted to explore every inch of her body-her nose, eyelids, mouth, sultry lips, that thin but beautiful neck, tits, nipples, shoulders, blond hairs, trunk and torso, legs and most of all cunt-and he wanted to feel her writhe under him like the wind, moaning and whining like a hurricane in the making, like a female natural phenomenon, to be respected and even feared.
But most of all she remained young. She remained the very picture of the unspoiled virgin like black earth just waiting to be implanted with seed, seed filled with the potential of ages, the potential to reap havoc or sow com and beans.
"Feel me, touch me, feel me."
"You got it, baby."
"Oh, ohh, ohh."
"It's so cold, but at the same time it's so hot. I'm not sure if I should huddle against you to give you warmth or breathe on you so sooth your fires."
"Do both, do both."
They pressed against each other and let their lungs go to work.
"Hisss, ssshhh, sssh, hissss."
"Swaaaa, swhaaa, shwaaa, hissssss."
"Oh, that turns me on."
"Let met fuck you now. Let me lay you out on the sand so that you can feel those pebbles of sand dig into your ass and let me stick my cock in and push your whole body inches into the earth."
"Yes, do all of that. Do it all."
"Oh, oh June."
"Fuck me Bill."
He moved on top of her and could feel their weight sink into the sand. Bill looked up at the moon and could see it watching them, giving sanction to their actions, their lustful adulterous, sticking the finger at restraints intercourse without fear of damnation.
"Oh, feel the edge, the edge of my big hole."
"Like this?"
Bill put his tip around the entire perimeter.
"Agghh, yes, yessss."
The June moved her fingers down so that she could touch the tip of Bill's pleasure stick as he -rimmed her. She felt the heat from that tip as if it were the top of the fire next to which they lay, as if it was molten lead or white heat. Her finger almost burned from it but then the cold, salt wind soothed it and made it want to touch some more, to explore all his openings, even his big anus to get into his interior.
"Yes, feel my ass!"
"Like this?"
"Yes, put your fingers right between the buns. Spread my cheeks and go to town. Yes, ah, ahhh."
Bill delighted in having her feel up his ass, to feel his skin and tissue stretch and open up his insides, letting out the bad, taking in the good, breaking wind, and then taking in the fresh sea breeze as opposed to the pollution of the city. His buns were cleansed and ready to enter as a full participant to the pleasure of the evening, of the uninhibited night of exploration and sensual awakening.
"This is the greatest, the utmost."
"Fuck me, Bill, fuck me hard."
"With pleasure."
Bill put his huge cock farther in this time until he could feel that soft embrace, almost a squish of wet tissue meeting wet tissue and being cemented, merged into one big, spurting organ. He felt himself get lost in her lush flesh, in her fantastic honey-pot filled with glorious, golden gushing woman gism, that lubricating counterpart to his own sperm juice.
"Oh, oh that's great."
And it was. Everything was right. It was as if Bill's body was a perfectly tuned body of an athlete, an athlete whose only sport is sexual indulgence, who has trained and developed the proper muscles-the hips, the genitals, in the lips-to be a champ, but most of all who has it upstairs, that ultimate combination of imagination, vivid energy and concentration which spells, ORGASM.
"Oh, fuck me harder."
Bill started to grind his hips.
"Harder!!"
Bill pushed against her with all his weight and put his hands under her buns to prop her pelvis up in order to meet the full force of his thrusts.
"Harder!!!"
Bill moved in with everything he had. He pushed as far as he could go and would stop at nothing, not even pause to let him gain his equilibrium. This was full throttle, full speed ahead and ,high gear, cruising at ten thousand feet and doing thirty knots in stormy weather, taking the curves at ninety and brushing the wet salt breeze out of your face so you can keep hold of the wheel.
"Agghh, agghh, aggghh."
June's body tightened and she went into a climax. Her feet kicked into the sand repeatedly forming a visual representation of her passion. She stayed tight for what seemed an age until she finally let it release in a melting ecstasy.
"Oohhhhhhh!!!"
Bill felt her body go limp but he was not going to stop because his climax was so near.
Just a little more, a little more pressure, a little harder, and then ... it came.
"Agghhhhhhhhhh!!!
Agghhhhhhh!!!
Aggghhhhh!!! Aggghhhh!!! AGGGHHHHH!!!!"
Bill lay prostrate in the sand. He did not even realize where or even who he was, only that he had just been through one of the most fantastic experiences of his life, that he was nude on a beach with June, and that the sea breeze was cooling down his heated furnace and making him feel in a state of total bliss.
He did not know how much time passed, only that it was late evening and his wife would be worried. But even that didn't matter.
But was it possible? Was it possible that his cock was getting harder and rising for yet another adventure in the beach sand?
Before he knew it, June was all over him again, caressing, feeling, fondling all of his flesh-his cock, his balls, his stick, all over.
Cock!
Cunt!
Both were exposed in the night air, waiting to make contact, to excite the other, to become whole, a hole that's whole, and merge into ecstasy.
"Fuck me again. I want it again!"
How could Bill do it again, how could he find the energy to fuck her under the moon yet one more time?
But he was about to do it once again.
"Fuck me."
In-and out.
He was fucking her again.
Harder and harder.
Faster.
FASTER.
"Fuck me Bill, like you've never done before. Make me reach to height of desire and satisfaction. Feel my tits, suck my nipples and put your big man cock right inside."
"Like this?"
Bill put his cock in her hole once again.
"Ohhh, ohhh."
They moved onwards, towards another fuck, just as intense but perhaps even more satisfying than the first.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bill returned home refreshed, renewed, ready to meet the challenges of dull, everyday existence with all of its boring tedium. Fucking, sucking, the sensations of ecstasy and bliss were now a part of him, and he wouldn't give them up for anything-that is, wouldn't give up June-and he was beginning to think that included his marriage, a marriage which he always considered by any traditional standards, perfect.
He still loved Elaine but he wanted to know all about June to satisfy his curiosity, a curiosity which was quickly becoming an obsession.
He found an excuse the next evening to get out of the house. This was relatively easy given it was the tax season and he could always cite the piles of paper work on his desk, how it was imperative for him to help his clients find a way out of paying their required taxes legally, how he could help them keep what was rightly theirs while retaining government services just as much their natural right.
Bill called June and managed to get her alone in his car after meeting her on the corner of Vine and Maine.
"June, I can't keep our fun from last night out of my mind at all, the way the wind blew in your face, the ocean breeze crossed between your legs and left, better for the experience."
"Bill, I know, I know."
"June, I want to know all about you. Not that I'm unhappy with my life, it's just that you're so different, so fresh ... so young."
"What do you want to know, Bill."
"Help me look into your depths without the help of a Schlitz."
"Do you want to know my extracurricular activities?"
"That's a good start."
"Well, I'm only a good, not an outstanding student like my older sister Hestor who graduated college with honors and is now the head of an extremely large steno pool, and so I spend a lot of time doing things outside of class. For instance, you might not believe this but I am an outstanding baker: my cookies are fabulous, my cakes delicious; my chicken and ribs are out of this world; my banana pie is just too much. Well, that takes up a lot of time, but I also like to read. I read all sorts of good books, like the Christie Gether series about that female private eye who always finds out about her clients privates, Jeome Ginger's books about bohemia and the cool of the fifties, Stan Pester's series on scenic bridges of Europe and of course, Susan Stanton and the forty thieves."
"Somehow, after hearing you say all that, I think I know you better."
Fucking, screwing, sucking and licking were the only activities that Bill had in mind in his car that evening with June, but somehow it was helpful for him to learn about June the person, June the stacked high schooler who had more to her than an epidermis and what's underneath, who would never be a prostitute who accepts credit cards, or any sort of misfit without the means of synchronizing means and ends.
"You know, June, you help me to feel young. I mean you never pull any chronological junk on me, or act towards me like a fatherly or even older brother figure; I can tell, that to you, I'm a real stud, a real good bailer, flat and simple, an excellent stick man with a future, a future of real fucking and adulatory sex."
"Right on."
"I mean, I've had my stages, my ups and downs, my ins and outs, but now I'm in a new stage. No more Friday nights thinking about Monday morning, shooting my wads on arithmetical figures and multiplicity situations, no more really caring, really expending my energy on the kind of trash that goes on in an office, no more delaying my time to live, my time to break loose and become a human being-a thinking feeling, a human being without glass balls which might break if touched-a person who thinks and acts almost in one step, a man without inhibition, hypocrisy or industrial wastes."
"Right on."
"Fuck me, June, fuck me."
"Right on."
'Take my cock in your hand, pump it, feel it, make it harder than it's ever been and then put it in your big, juicy cunt"
"Right in."
"June, I'm in love with you for your entire self-your tits, nipples, hips, thighs, cunt, pubic hair and everything in between."
"Right on."
Fucking and balling obsessed Bill.
It was evening.
"June, let me feel your tits right now; I've got to feel your big tits right now and feel how delicious they are in my hands, how hard and firm and touchable, how lickable and delicious."
"Yes, Bill, feel my tits."
Bill was parked uphill so that June's breasts were pressed firmer against her chest then usual, two beautiful spheres meeting their match by gravity which almost had its own momentum, and, even its own desire.
Time passed like an echo.
Feeling, touching, fucking, all the things that indicate sensuality are all the things on Bill's mind as he goes forward to follow his destiny. What is he, but as many readers of his story, a soul in a confusing world with the guts to follow and snare. He is but man, man with a mission, a deed that must be done, a destiny to be followed to the highest mountain and a pair of balls with a heavy load.
He feels her.
He kisses her.
He touches all of her private parts so that she just wants him, and for the moment at least, no other man exists, no other male genitals exist on the face of the earth even if they belong to her other boy, Joe, or some celebrity.
Splisshhhhh.
Swichhhhhh.
The seat reacts to their contortions.
"Agghh, ahh, do it to me Bill. Fuck me the way you know how. Make it as good in this car as it was on the beach."
"That's not easy, but with a body like yours, I know I can give it a go."
"Give it a go, give it a go, give it a go."
"GO!!"
"Agghh."
He feels her breasts so that she can hardly stand it and the he moves closer to put his Ups on her hard, erect nipples, nipples which just demand to be manipulated and attract the libido like a pie attracts fruit topping.
The moment is forever as he moves on top of her. He ignores the sound of the springs in the car seat and continues his forceful attack, flattening her breasts under his hands as the orbs defiantly attempt to stick straight up, advertising their lush proportions.
"Oh, my tits. Squeeze them harder."
Bill takes his long finger and traces little circles all over the tops of her tits, takes the tip of her nipple between two fingers, and now that the organ is ready, sucks the tit, taking as much of it as possible into his mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Uummm, great tit, great tit."
"Bill, Bill, quick. There's a flashlight coming toward us and in all odds a cop behind it."
"Oh, fu...."
"Come on, we have to get out of here."
Bill snapped out of his dream-like sensuality like a whip cracking through the morning fog and pulled himself up to the wheel. Because the key was in the ignition, he only had to turn it, step on the gas on they were off, off so fast that Bill never looked back to see if that was really a cop, but when he heard no siren in pursuit knew that once again he was safe with his new mistress, safe to finish fucking her, not out in the open, but in one of his favorite secluded spots.
"June, let's go to the top of North Rock."
"North Rock! That's neato, that's really keen."
Bill began to drive his car up to the summit but soon felt June's delicious tongue on his cock as he drove along. There he was, fingering his standard transmission, and she was turning him into an automatic, complete with a free lube job.
"June I can't drive too well."
"Uuumm."
"June, I'm having trouble. Better hold off. "Oohh, ahh."
"June."
"Uuuummm."
"June!"
"Slurp, ahh."
"JUNE!!!"
Bill's car goes off the edge of the road and nearly hits a tree, then swerves about, only saved by chance and his quick reflexes. Bill looks down and is amazed to that that June has hardly been shocked by the close call but is simply continuing her blow-job.
"Oh, June. Keep sucking until I get you to the top so that I can fuck you again, just like in my bedroom, just like on the beach, just like in my dreams."
"Bill, you're so romantic. Nice cock, too."
"We're almost here ... here we are ... my favorite spot."
"It is pretty, we can almost see the entire surroundings and your house down below."
"Beautiful view, but not as beautiful as the view from between your legs-the splendid vegetation, ridges and hills, the fantastic rivers and swamps."
"Look all the way inside."
"Oh, what a cherry! Nice pussy, great cunt. Here, let me suck it nice and hard and feel inside and taste that nice pussy-juice in my mouth and lips, so that it makes me feel like a birthday boy in his birthday suit with his birthday party made up of real party girls."
"You have a way with words."
"Words are like Chinese food: use a little and in a few minutes you're hungry again."
"Ha, heh, heh, heh."
"Let me feel those boobs, let me feel that cunt, let me put my big dick inside of that pussy and rub it around so that you get so hot you can hardly stand it!"
"Yes, yesss."
Bill puts his hand all over June's tits and rubs them nice and hard so that she is put into almost a state of ecstasy, rubbing, kneading the flesh until it turns pink and the tips of the nipples are ready to burst from desire, the red cherries just asking to be sucked and the weight of the breasts pulling down on Bill's cupped hands like heavenly poundage, fresh from the shop.
"Agghh, agghh."
The delight of it! The purely sensual pleasure and uninhibited desire of it all! The downright, delicious, desirable, destined delight of the entire affair!
"Oh, oh do it right."
"Let me suck that pussy."
Sucking.
Fucking.
Licking.
They are enjoying the affair like little else in the world and have experienced a new sense of release, a new joy in life and in their bodies.
"Do everything to me, Bill. Don't stop at anything. Feel all my holes-my nose, my ears, my pretty pussy and my great ribs-spare me no mercy!"
"June, June, oh June, June."
"Aghh, agghh."
"Lick the tip of my cock. Give me a great rim-job and a beautiful butterfly fly. Do it all!!"
"Like this?"
"Aggghhhhghhhhh!!! "
June gives Bill the best butterfly job of his life and licks his rim. His cock feels as if it about to explode, explode from the intensity of her explorations and libidinal strivings.
"AGGHHH AGGHHHH, OHHH, OHHH, AGGHHHAGHHHHH!!! "
"UMM, UUMMMM, UUUMMM, UUMMMMM."
"DO IT, FUCK ME!!"
"YES, YES' YES."
"DON'T LET IT END!!"
"NO, NO, For yet a second time during that evening June spots a flashlight approaching. Was there no peace for a piece in this city, even in one of the few secluded spots left, a place tacitly reserved for sexuality and even a little depravity?
"QUICK, BILL, IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN."
"OKAY, OKAY. WE'LL GO HIGHER UP." Bill drives his car-thanks to the key penetrating the ignition-right up to the top of North hill, higher than he has ever been.
Now Bill is hornier than ever and just can't wait to get inside of June. The frustrations have been frustrating and he cannot hold back his cock from comming right inside of June's beautiful quim.
"I want to fuck you now, June. I want to fuck the living shit out of you."
"Fuck me, FUCK ME."
"AGHH, AGHHH."
"OHH, OHHH, OHHHH."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM."
"UH, UH, UH, AHHHH."
"Oh, oh."
"AGGHHHHGHHHH. "
Bill feels her coming, rising to the surface where her quim will be a mass of spasms and her entire body will writhe with the action of his big hips.
Stellar travel and interplanetary excitements. "Oh, oh."
"Agghh, agghhh."
Bill could hardly believe that it was real, could hardly believe that all his middle-aged fantasies had come true in the form of a nice piece of teen action, a veritable honey-pot of delights.
His hips grind and his cock stiffens, almost to the point of ejaculation, and then he gets ready for the kill, for the moment, the point in time when nothing at all matters except for the fantastic surge of energy which means explosion. He goes with gusto.
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Keep fucking, grinding and putting those big hips against my soft woman flesh, against my hips and press my tits. PRESS MY TITS!"
"AGGHHHGHHH!!"
"OHHHHHHHHH!! "
They grind, push against one another, ignoring the car, ignoring the confines of space and time, pushing, yearning, desiring the ultimate moment-knowing that it will soon come-aching for that blessed release.
"Fuck me harder, harder!!"
"Ugghh."
"HARDER!!"
"AGGHHHHH!!"
"YESSS"
Bill gets ready for the coming explosion, for the explosion of come, and he wanted it to come and never stop. His ambivalence of wanting to yearn and bask in his own desire for an eternity and also come with a fantastic force was resolved by a dominance of the latter.
His body tenses up, his teeth grind into one another, his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare like a tiger in heat or death pains, like a great wild animal feeling the ultimate forces of nature within, of the infinite energy desiring to be released and find equilibrium in the less torrid external environment.
"AGGHHHHH."
"Oh, fuck me."
"UGGGHHHHH!! "
"Fuck me good!!"
"AGHHHHHHHH!!"
Then he rose and came like a giant bear, like an exploding shell of dynamite and popcorn.
"AGGHHH, AGHHHH, UUGGHH, AHH, All, AHHHH!!!!!"
That was the ultimate fuck for Bill, the culmination of his weeks of lust and the cementing of his determination to keep up his primal lust strivings with this girl, this young creature of blond hair and creamy milk skin, or endless lust and unfathomable lack of inhibition, whose very youth belied her awareness and whose sensitivity of the vagaries of passion knew no limit.
Bill was completely satisfied with this nymph in combination with the more staid qualities of Elaine. How could society really believe that a man could find complete happiness with one woman when it is impossible for one woman to possess all qualities which make for marital bliss, when it is difficult indeed to find outlets for all one's passionate drives-if one does not repress them-within the structure of monogamy. He loved June's cunt.
"June, June I want to talk to you."
"Yes Bill."
"June, you see. I do feel a little guilty now that Elaine's not involved. She saw our whole affair as ... more temporary than I do and she thinks the thing has served its purpose and is over ... but, I know different yet can't go on with the chips so sided in my corner."
"Hmmmm...."
"You do know what I mean."
"Yes ... I know what you mean."
"What should I do?"
"How can I, a mere teenager, tell a grown man what to do. We have to decide that for ourselves. What I CAN do is to make things easier for you, and as a matter-of-fact I have a complete plan which might just do the trick."
"Tell me!"
"Now you know me better than that Bill ole' buddy. That's not the way June operates."
"June, this is too serious for this sort of thing."
"Bill, I'll do something to help, but you have to show me that you trust my judgment. After all, I'm in this as deep as you are-or not quite-but I have a reputation and a life to consider, a life which could be hurt if our little excitements became public. I want you to show that you trust me. Simple as that." , "But Elaine's really sensitive. I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt her. You know that."
"Neither would I."
"You mean that."
"I swear on my panties."
"Don't swear on your panties because you put them on and take them off. Swear on something more constant ... like my balls."
"Okay, I swear on your balls!"
"Thanks, June. I can't tell you how much better I feel."
But Bill did not really feel any better; he would not feel better until his wife had demonstrated, verbally or otherwise, that what he was doing was alright for the marriage, that he was not exploiting her, and that he had shown growth and not degeneration by his affair with June. It was odd to ask for approval from his wife for his affair, but he had a conscience-the conscience of an accountant-and he needed it in order to go on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
June was busting out all over to put her plan into operation the following day. Her plan was a simple one, elegantly so, and with few hitches to throw things off. It was easy for her because it only required that she have a talk with a good friend of hers, a friend who would not hesitate going about a task which involved the sort of goal she had in mind. The plan would mean that the quartet-Joe, June, Bill and Elaine would be on equal footing with each other and no one would be exploited.
"Hello, Mrs. Carter, name's Joe and I'm here to take a look at your wattah heatah to see it it's okay, okay?"
"But, I didn't call you."
"No, but your husband did."
"Alright, he just didn't mention it. It's right downstairs."
Elaine could not notice the proportions of the repairman, so strong, gruff and yet alluring in his manner. She was almost ashamed of the lust she immediately felt for him and thought or at least might have imagined that he was looking at her the same way, hoping that she might make some sort of advance to really heat his own waters.
A few minutes later Joe came up from the basement.
"No, I'm afraid that's it's okay. Your husband probably did something to the knobs or something, because it's okay now, no problem ... but it sure is hot ... man, could I go for something cold."
"Oh, oh. Yes, let me fix you some iced tea."
"Great, great!"
"Here, I'll be right back."
Joe looked around the living room. It sure was a nice place and that Mrs. Carter had a real fine set of knockers. It was real nice of June to set him on a hot piece of housewife. It was just what he needed to break up the week, give a little spice to his life and get his pecker in full gear.
"Tanks, tanks a lot, Mrs. Carter. Mmm, mmm, good, real good."
"Quite alright."
Elaine wondered if Joe had as big a cock as his large frame and deep, gruff voice suggested, if it would be harder and longer than Bill's, better equipped for a real uninhibited fling like they had with June. But, she quickly wiped the thought from her mind because she was sure she was done with that sort of thing. But then again, if she was done with it, why did she desire this man so? It wasn't fair to Bill, but he had said that experimentation was okay and could give the right shot in the arm to a marriage when indulged in at the right time and moment and with the proper attitude."
"Ever feel like doin' somethin' real unusual ... uh, sort of naughty ... know what I mean?"
Was it possible? Elaine could hardly believe that she was attracting this brawny tough man and would not lose the opportunity to ball him, to see how big and strong his cock really was, to give him all the beer in the ice box, and then eat his cock.
"Yes, let s do it. Let's do it in the bedroom."
It all happened so fast that it was like a dream, a wet dream without introduction or dramatic pacing, lust, pure and simple.
Joe almost carried Elaine into the bedroom and ripped-off her blouse with a violence which was the expression of pure lust. He looked at her huge jugs as if hypnotized by the massive spheres and the big red nipples which almost entirely covered the lower half of them. He put his hands all over, almost in disbelief of the beauty of the jugs, almost as if they were too good to be true and his luck was too fantastic to be having such a piece of a middle-aged lady.
"Feel my big tits....
"Uugg, uhhh, ahh."
"Put your nice strong hands all over them, and let me feel the hair on your arms touch my nipples."
"Uuhhhh."
"Let me smother you in my big, fat tits."
"AGGHHH!!"
Joe was so excited that he could hardly wait to get his pants off, to get his big cock into the action and pointing towards Elaine's pretty pussy, waiting to penetrate into the depths of her sensuality, piercing her womanhood with his manhood, penetrating her forest and moving into her cave, feeling about in the warm underbelly of her insides.
"Oh, do it to me."
Elaine loved the manner of this big, rough guy, no longer a boy but not yet a mature man. His force was really young but he covered it with his tough expressions and his well developed body, a body just created for intercourse, for pumping and grinding and feeling a woman all over.
"Yes, feel me, touch me, touch me, feel me.
Feeling.
Touching.
Licking.
Sucking.
Joe could hardly restrain his movements, the way he sucked her breasts, the way he put his hands between her legs and moved the entire length of her beautiful legs. But her jugs were so big!
"Oh, uhhh."
"Yes, feel me all over."
Elaine's civilized bedroom was transformed into a pleasure den, a den of iniquity in which anything goes and all is well that ends in a bang, a fuck and a hump. She moved about in intense excitement, in the desire of having her entirely within her, of the desire to have all of him, all of his big, hair cock.
"Oh, yes, do it, do it!"
"Baby, what a cunt!"
"Ahh, yes, rub my pussy harder."
"Uuhhghhh!"
"Stick your face in my hot pussy!"
"Like this baby."
Joe buried his head in her bush and then moved his tongue inside of her. He rapidly pushed his tongue in and out so that she felt she was the object of machine gun fire, her little clit barraged by the love taps of his sex tongue.
"Oh, ohhhhhh."
It was like nothing either of them had experienced. They were so different, one a gentile artist of middle-class sensibilities-respectable, almost refined-and the other, a gruff lower-class hood with little concern with the amenities or the preliminaries and whose language and whose very being is dominated by the urge to fuck away, with devotion and violence.
"Agggghh."
Joe took out his big cock and displayed it right in Elaine's face proudly. It looked enormous in front of her eyes, just a few inches from her mouth, bigger than she had imagined it, more extended and erect than Bill's, more menacing in proportion and tone: it was a real fuck stick. She wanted it in her deeper than the safety point; she wanted it in her as far as it could go: she wanted to be fucked.
"Fuck me, good, my man. Fuck and don't hold anything back!"
"Ugghh, uggghh!!"
Joe put his cock around the outer rim of her pussy and hesitated for a minute. He took a deep breath and drew in almost his entire lung capacity until he was ready for penetration, ready to fuck Elaine Carter. His chest expanded until he looked like the cover of a muscle magazine with a cock to match the proportion of his brawn, his big, hairy balls, sagging low from their very weight, his shoulders moving about and his hands grabbing frantically at Elaine's tits, and he entered her with one thrust which did not hesitate until it hit bottom.
"AGGGHHHHHH!!! "
Elaine almost went unconscious from the intensity of the sensation. This man was a real fucker, the proud owner of a pleasure stick which would stop at nothing to get its prey, which would know no satisfaction until its full, heavy load was poured out into a panting, delicate cunt hole. How he wanted that load to smother this bitch with its voluminous quantity. How he wanted her to yell out in desire, delight and determination!
"Oh, do it, do it."
"Ugghhh."
"Harder, harder."
Elaine proved to was up for him. Although he was heaving at a force at which most women would request a breather, he did not relent but only followed instructions to go at it even more violently. He grabbed on to her tits and squeezed them until the flesh would give no more and then to his amazement Elaine squeezed his hands so that her tits would be smothered with even greater intensity, as if she wanted yet more sensation from the hands of this powerful stud, this juvenile hit man.
"Oh, oh."
Fucking.
Grinding.
Doing it.
Balling and humping like a couple of ANIMALS.
"Oh, oh."
"Fuck me like crazy, you brute."
"Agghhhghhh."
Elaine felt her head spinning in pleasure-pain like a top in the middle of a crap game, taking the nasty breath of the drunk gamblers, yet going, moving refusing to let the momentum down. She wanted this man merely because of his stark contrast to Bill. He was defined in the negative: he wasn't considerate; he wasn't gentle; he wasn't sensitive; he wasn't an accountant. And she loved his very cock and was attracted to him in a purely sexual way because of it.
"Yes, yes!"
FUCKING.
HUMPING.
LICKING, LICKING, LICKING.
SUCKING!!!
"Agghhhhh."
"Ugghhhhh."
Who could tell when the moment of orgasm would come with a couple who were almost wrestling each other, who had been expending such great amounts of energy that it seemed as it nothing could break the momentum and ease them up, nothing short of ONE HELL OF AN ORGASM.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh."
Joe started fucking her with incredible rhythmic lunges. His entire pelvis ascribed a huge circle moving upwards in almost an ellipse and then down, pushing into her hips at the lowest point of the circular shape.
"Ahh ... ahhh....ahhh....ahhh....ahhh."
Then his circles became higher and more drawn out.
"Ahh ... ahhh ... ahhhh AGGHHHHH!"
The couple was nearing orgasm, but just as the fight was nearing an end, Joe pulled Elaine up by her hair and made her mount him. He began to play with her jiggling tits harder and with more fury than anyone had ever manipulated them. He squeezed and released them, squeezed and released them, pushed them up, down, faster, harder, faster, harder!! SQUEEZING.
FONDLING.
FUCKING!!!! Elaine could not believe how much she loved having this boy-man doing this to her, taking her to the breaking point, making her tits sore with passion, pushing farther into her cunt and almost expanding its wet depths. How long she had wanted some guy to let loose on her just not give a damn about breaking her. Why did men think women are so fragile and must be handled gently when on occasion they want nothing more than to be man-handled, thrown around, hit a little in the bust and knocked across the ass. This guy had all of this and she was sure of it when he grabbed her buns and dug his hairy, dirty, fingers into them.
"Fuck me, fuck me."
"You bet your buns, baby."
"Harder, harder."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
She was a bad girl and knew it, but the new realization was, most simply put, "so what."
"Ooohhh."
"Ahhhhhhhh."
Elaine rolled over on her side and decided to take the rough initiative so she bit on Joe's nipples until he cried out and then took his big, pulsing cock out of her hole. She looked at it a second with desire and then licked the stem, tasting her own lubrication in the process, tasting the sensuality of the thick substance, knowing how effective it was in making his cock even harder and ready for the explosion.
She gave him a rim-job, but a more intense rim job than the usual in which she used her tongue and lips and even teeth in order to push farther into his delicate cock flesh than she would go in Bill, farther and deeper than most wives would care and dare and dream of going. She could feel his very cock pulse in his big veins taking him on his journey into lust land.
"Oh, oh, ahhh."
"Ugghhhh."
"Fuck me and make me as hot as my water heater."
"Uuum."
"Ahhhh."
"Uuummm."
"Ahhhhh."
Their utterances formed a musical counterpoint of sex sounds, with opening statement and recapitulation, theme and variations and allegro tempo. There were tempo changes, key signatures and modulations of mood and direction, all driven on by an accelerating rhythm in irregular and increasingly frantic meter.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh."
Iambic pentameter.
"Ohhh, ohh, fuck me like mad."
"Uggh, what a pair of tits!"
They continued to grind, neither believing they were able to hold off their climax this long, but just when it seemed they had reached the limit, it was clear they would come at the same time.
They writhed about and almost went through the bedding, twisting and turning as if at the brink of an abyss, as if not wanting to fall off a ledge into an area where they would never be found if their fall was not, indeed, eternal.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh."
Elaine could feel great quantities of his gism pouring into her hole, filling her lagoon and making her swamp into a lake, a lake filled with the pleasure and tingling only created when one has gone through the kind of exertions this couple experienced.
Elaine was glad, glad she had fucked this brute and found she could take it, take being driven instead of guided into ecstasy, ravished instead of being made love to, exhausted instead of spent and glowing instead of recuperating. This had been stronger than her previous experiences, more intense-although she loved the sex with Bill and especially the kinkiness with June-but this was the missing link, the missing element in the equation which helped her go to the very brink of excitement.
"Oohh, I very so good, so nice and relaxed as if I just ran ten miles, jumped over the edge of a cliff and flew through the air like a bird without wings, like a fucking glider in the sky, not making noise or polluting the atmosphere, but only sliding, gliding, swishing through unbroken space with ease and grace."
"Uhhh, I don' know about dat, but is was a good fuck."
Elaine could see that their relationship should end at the bed, should not go into any sort of nonphysical communication. It amazed her that such a seemingly dense, unfeeling, even stupid guy could give her such a thrill, but perhaps it was just the sort of qualities only a savage-like guy had which allowed him to give her what she never experienced. She had felt as if she were no longer a part of civilization but had either gone back in time or to some aboriginal island and was taken in by the natives to be a part of their culture, a part of their life of sensuality, without restraint, without the usual taboos: in the forbidden land.
"Yes, yes, yes, you big stud. I want to see more of you, feel those muscles and get your cock inside of me once again."
Elaine greeted Bill as soon as he walked in the door with a great big, wet kiss. He felt somehow that feeling he had when she had first met June, and without having to ask, he knew that she found expression for the very desires which went beyond or at least outside his own capacities. He was glad, glad that his sense of guilt would now diminish and he could continue to see June without resorting to a means of camouflaging his own feelings. Had June gone through with her plan? Yes, she must of. That had to be the answer to the entire mystery, the fact that she gave Elaine some sort of set-up, but the specifics did not matter, or at least he tried to convince himself of that. There would be no double standard with Bill Carter, no sir, not this time.
Elaine felt little guilt to her own surprise. After Joe left and promised to return, she came to the realization that indeed Bill had been seeing more of June. That was the only explanation for his late hours, after all, and that special look in his eyes, that far-away look which says that I've been there before but will soon return so don't be surprised if there's nobody home for a while.
All was well on the western front.
Bill and Elaine Carter had reached a plane in their marriage, a new level farther ahead than their own friends who merely imagined new excitements, farther ahead than that indirect journey which never materializes. They had been there and would return to the outer reaches.
"Bill, I had a great day."
"Say no more, honey, I know."
She knew that he knew and he knew that she knew that he knew, and they both knew they knew of the new affairs.
Nothing had to be said.
"Give me a big kiss, baby."
"Right on."
"Mmmm, you even smell good."
It was strange that Bill should say that to Elaine, for she hadn't even taken a shower after her affair with the smelly Joe and at first she was puzzled. But after a few minutes she knew what he meant, that he was happy to smell some exotic fragrances, fragrances which she would not have been comfortable in her antiseptic past, but which she now was even unaware of. This was Bill's meaning and he meant it.
Things had worked out almost perfectly, better than if they were planned.
But perhaps there was a plan to the entire affair, some inner fate and theme which only had to be acted out.
Perhaps some new complexity would foul up the works.
But that was the farthest thing from Bill's mind that evening. He couldn't wait to see June again.
CHAPTER NINE
Bill could hardly wait to get over to June again, to feel her heavy breath, on his back, neck and various other body parts, and to feel the full heat (and heat is the only proper word) of her personality. Bill, now a new man, was determined to continue things with June, even if-as his wife indicated-things could get too involved.
Bill met with the girl in the usual place next to the fire hydrant which was most popular the neighborhood dogs and other household pets. He waited, not too discouraged that she was late, but waiting, waiting for the appearance of her radiant blond hair, her sultry lips and the first portion to make contact with his own corpus, her titties.
"Bill, where will it be this time?"
"Oh, I don't know. What about someplace where we've never done it before?"
Silence.
"June, are your parents out of your house?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact they've left for a few days to visit my Aunt Margy on the coast."
"That's perfect ... just dandy. Let's go over to your house and really tear the place up ... wouldn't that be nice and ... heavy?"
"Well, okay, if you really want to, if the thought of cheating on my parents would be a delight."
"Yeah, that's right, a delight ... I've enjoyed the mere breaking of taboos, you know."
"I don't know, sometimes I think you just use me to prove things."
"Like what?"
"Like what a big cock you have."
"Ho, ho!"
"Well, let's not waste any precious time, because time is come, so much so that it's sometimes hard to tell if you're coming or going."
"Not with me, mister!"
"That's true, you always know which end is up."
"I've got a cunt-o-meter to tell me."
"Yeah, also a blow-o-meter."
"What does that measure?"
"My ass."
The couple sped through the city blocks, marking the scenery in their minds and mocking the respectable couples they passed, people afraid to cross their own shadows, afraid to get up and live ... afraid to feel some new tit.
"Well, here we are Bill."
"Hey, let me see where you sleep."
"Right this way, my man."
They walk up the stairs and into a room, but a room which seems to be for a girl, not a woman capable of having an affair.
"What have we here ... stuffed animals? You are a young one ... and a picture of James Dean. How quaint!"
"Sorry if I don't have a few Monet's on the wall, but you see we had to put them down the basement because they were getting my rug wet because they were so soggy."
"Now, don't knock culture."
"Who's knocking it."
"You are. I mean, the one good part of the Metropolitan Museum is the art collection, and you bad mouth it ... you are a naughty girl."
She takes off her blouse, exposing two, as we know well by now, big tits.
June unzips Bill's fly and takes out his dick.
"My, what a big thing you have."
"All the better to ravage you with, my dear; all the better to feel your big, juicy tits with; all the better to eat that big, hairy cunt."
"You can't eat me with your dick."
"Well, I sure wouldn't want to just look with my dick."
"Hello, dick."
"My cock never answers people directly but only communicates with me, because he knows I am his master, I am the one who gives him blood and stuff to make him nice and big, I am the source of his nurture which gives him a big nature and allows him to explore wet caves."
"You mean, he likes caves?"
"Oh, yes. He likes caves and hidden places where it's damp so that he can see the moss grow, and he's such a good gardener, he even waters the cave with his own special liquid, filled with all the proper nutrients to make things grow nice and big. And when it's all over, dick just goes right back to normal size and waits for another big cave to come along."
"Nice dick ... nice dick."
She hesitates.
"Can I touch it?"
"Can you touch it? Why dick just loves to be touched all over and have pretty hands pet him and stroke him and make him grow so he can go out in search of new caves; of course you can pet him."
"Mmmmm, let me feel how long and big he gets."
"Ohh, ohhh."
"Mmmmm, he's growing."
Bill's erection, was indeed growing in power and proportion.
"Mmmm, nice and big, with such a fine head. With a real big head, he must be nice and smart."
"Got all "A's".
"Mmmmm. Let me eat nice dickie."
"Ohh, ohhh, yes, eat him all. Eat all of dick and help him grow up to be a big, stiff cock."
"Mmmmm."
"Suck my prick. Yes, suck that prick!" Sucking, moving about. She does not relent or hesitate for a moment. In comfort, the dynamic duet plugs away, with high voltage and indigenous heat, grinding and pushing, moving and traveling in time, space, in the interstice between June's lips and dickie's tip, an eternity or is it just an ephemeral moment?
"Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! "
It's a moment.
She takes off the rest of Bill's clothes, thoughtlessly throwing them around her room: his shirt hits the fan, his socks hit the picture of James Dean right on his heavy lower lip in a mocking fashion, his underpants his the floor with a moist squish.
The room is rapidly degenerating into an incestuous den where man a woman-or still a girl-fight out their passions in heat and torment, kick and grunt (if one may be explicit), grind and shriek, afraid of neither neighbors or unwanted visitors who might break and enter, thus breaking Bill's entrance. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Agghhh, oh, oh, oh my...."
"Take off your panties so I can see that bush, that incredible bushy mat with the blond and natural hairs, and then let me see you spread like a bird in heat without clothing or the other trappings of culture."
"Agghhhh."
Bill feels her big breasts between his wet lips, like lush melons ripe and ready to be taken from the supermarket shelves, waiting to be picked out from the group, as superior and of sufficient quality to be put on the home table, to be touched and sucked by the family loved ones. Her melons had all the right qualities-plump that they were-and Bill wanted more than just a morsel; he wanted a full sample.
"Sqeeeeeeeze my booooobs!!!"
"You like me to squeeze them and knead them, making them soft and tender, ready for the real action when Bill will but dickie between them for a nice ride in woman flesh. Oh, you love it, I know."
"Yes, don't stop. Do anything to them ... only don't stop feeling me up."
"Mmmmm."
Feeling.
Petting.
Making her know she is all woman.
"You bore me."
'That's a good one."
Onward, heavier, with greater, thicker strokes, they move each other beyond passivity and into sexual activity of such degree, of such intensity, that it defies description. ... "Agghhhh."
"Bruuu-ha-ha."
"Feel me all over. Feel my heavy tits with your hands, cup them, cup my ass, cup my cunt and cup my cups."
"Yes, I'll cup everything because it's good to the last drop, the last tempting drop of your pussy-juice."
"Yes, drink me up."
"Ohhh."
He buries his head in her blond mat, fantasizing about how it would be to drown in blond cunt hairs, being asphyxiated by cunt hairs, like a drawing child in the sea or an ant trapped in a pile of cool whip.
"Mm mm mm ... what cunt hairs, what beautiful cunt hairs."
"You like them, don't you."
"I like everything about you."
"Why?"
"Because you've got big tits."
Bill continues his love making with a rabid determination tempered only by her long fingernails which periodically push him back in mock resistance.
"No, no, no," she cries, "don't ... don't ... don't ... stop ... don't stop!!!"
"Ahhhhh, ahhh."
He buries his head in her mat, and feels as if he is covered down to his neck.
"Fuck me!!"
"Suck me!"
"Agghhhhhh!!!"
She goes down on his cock as if it were a half-sour pickle, not fresh but not quite ripe, of need of a little speeding up.
"Spice me, spice me!!"
She puts her tongue on die outside for the classic rim job, moving about in circles, just the way Fanny Hill-long her literary heroine-did it, just the way she imagined Mira in the novel of Hollywood or any other fatal fern, fatal to the core, to the sexy, hot-assed core.
"Spice me!"
She adds some salt and pepper, then a little garlic with a sloppy kiss, unloading the remnants of exotic flavors from an Italian lunch party.
"Oh, yes, my cock is getting there."
She pumps on his stem.
"Yes, yes."
She pumps harder.
"Ohhhh."
Harder.
"Agghhh."
Harder still.
"Agghhhhh, ahhh."
AND THEN, THEN: she eases up.
"Oh, baby, that was fantastic. You nearly had dickie here watering his garden just after a spring shower."
"Don't worry, Bill, I'll wait until things get ' more parched."
"One parched pickle, eh?"
"Easier to suck on."
'Then suck me some more."
"Sure, I'll suck you. I'll suck you until you can't stop calling out for my hot, juicy cunt, demanding to gain entrance to the port ... and without paying the tariff."
Bill wanted June to stand over him, to stand over him with her legs spread like a fantastic teen monument, so that he could look up and see a giant, hairy, pussy ... PUSSY.
"Stand over me, baby. Then spread your legs so I can see you from below ... yes, that's it. That is it Ohhh, beautiful, terrific!!"
Bill looks up and can hardly believe the beauty of her big, thick pussy-cheeks, her gorgeous hairs and all that other stuff which fills a pussy opening and makes it so desirable. "Feel my cunt. Stick your hand right in!"
"Like this?"
"Aggghhhhhh ... AGGHHHHHHHH!! No, a little higher."
Bill rises to reach the parting legs, like Moses in the Red Sea, and feels as if time has slowed down as his head gets nearer to the coveted cunt.
Closer, the slit looks even larger and more gaping.
Closer, it looks gigantic.
Closer, and ... WHAM.
"Oh, Bill. I want your entire face in me." Bill pushes his face into her pussy and his senses are bombarded with smells, textures, a veritable garden of delights. He is ecstatic (and frankly, who wouldn't be in his position).
Your narrator has difficulty restraining himself within the bounds of respectable language due to the excitement of this scene.
"Yes, Bill. Stick your face all the way in. Make me high in the sky with a pie in my cunt. Make me stick to a dick and a prick in my slick."
"Fuck me, June, fuck me."
"Yes, let's lie on the bed."
It gets darker, more ominous outside.
The weather reflects the scene inside of June's house: the wind begins to blow with an intensity and a seriousness which belies lack of levity (almost as if the weather can speak). The very humidity has increased and the barometer is soaring.
The couple continues their contortions. (Without such lust and expression of movement their affair would be just a platonic nothing.) They writhe with the excitement of their nubile bodies, glands and organs, working at fever pitch, energy being expended as in an electric storm, all tactile sensors at full operative level and to intensity the sensory assault, they can now hear the wind blowing through the crack in June's bedroom window. "It's blowing."
"Blow me."
Pumping.
Pumping, harder.
Pumping like a cyclone twists.
Pumping like a hurricane moves through a down.
Pumping with the force of a natural disaster, breaking down towns.
Pumping like ... like a massive rush of water, through the Hoover damn.
"Agghh ... agghhh ... agghhhh....Pump me like you'll never stop, never let go!!!!"
"Listen, June: Roses are red, violets are blue, pump me harder, my dear June!!!!"
"Feel me all over. Smother me with kisses, from the top of my blond hair to the bottom of my tender little feet, my petite little walk bottoms, my toes and toenails!"
"I love all of you ... especially your tits!!" There would be no simple end to this affair, no mere utterance of expressed orgasm, but rather a more drawn out conclusion, in which sex energy is not suddenly dissipated, but more diffusely expedited.
Fucking.
Bill could no longer control his passion so he pulled June toward him with a violent force, a force of impact which pushed her breasts back until they hurt.
"Oh, Bill, you're so strong."
"I want to fuck you, baby, fuck you nice and good."
"Yes, fuck the shit out of me."
Bill brings his hand up in order to feel tits and gets a nice feel, a feel of smooth skin and contrasting hard nipples, nipples which demand to be sucked, demand to be felt about and stimulated.
"Suck my big nipples."
Bill sucked her nipples harder than he sucked any woman's nipples and was amazed at her reply.
"Harder, harder, harder!!!"
June twisted her head about in utmost passion, in hot desire and a determination to match bill's orgasm, to match the intensity of his ecstasy with her own woman climax, a climax as incisive and effective.
"I want to see you come," she yelled.
Bill stuck his dick into her cunt and turned it about, ascribing nearing a circle with his orbiting body, like an astronaut in pure rapture with the form he looked upon down below, a sight of such splendor and beauty as to defy description. But your narrator will attempt: it was as if the answer to all his dreams was coming true.
"Agghh, ahhh."
Fucking.
Harder, faster.
Harder, faster, harder.
Harder, faster, harder, faster.
Faster, harder, harder, faster, harder.
Harder, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, FASTER!
It was AN INCREDIBLE ORGY OF TWO HOT BODIES AT THE BOILING POINT.
It was A FANTASTIC COMBINATION OF WOMAN AND MAN, IN THE RIGHT PROPORTIONS.
It was PURE STEREO OR EVEN.
"Aggh."
"Yes, June, come now."
"Aggh, agghh, agghh."
"Yes, let it happen."
June's body tightened on the brink of ecstasy, tightened to the point in which a maximum amount of energy had been expended, in which all of her senses were overloaded, and then, whamo!!!
"And then they came!"
"AGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG June's head moved about like it had a momentum independent of her body. The rest of her writhed in what looked like torment, but Bill knew to be excitement.
"I want to see it: I want to see you come."
"And I want to see you see it."
"Yes."
"And my dick wants me to see you see me see it."
"Let's all see it."
Bill took out his cock and could hardly believe how huge and powerful it looked, like a gigantic stem, like a powerhouse of sexual drive, just waiting to be expended, just waiting to spray out with long, giant squirts. "Let's see it. Let's see it come and make a real party out of this."
"Yes, you will, you will."
"I can hardly wait."
Bill felt his entire body awaiting the moment, awaiting the time when he, too, could feel the fantastic release which June and gone through, and he could also sit contentedly and watch a show. His balls ached with the heavy load, his lips were wet, muscles were flexed, and pupils were dilated, almost resisting taking in focus the intensity of the scene, the scene of passion and lust.
"Make it squirt hard, all over my face."
"I'll try, I'll try."
Bill put all his concentration into the effort. Somehow, he would feel proud to be able to perform for June and make his cock do exactly what he wanted it to do, as if that would symbolize his new control and power, the new heights he had reached with this nubile teenager and accessory in his crimes." "Now ... now ... now."
"Yes ... yes ... yes!"
"Aggghhh, agghh, agghh, agghh, agghh!!"
It was fireworks, the Fourth of July, Christmas and all the holidays put together in a bang, a wham, a terrific sensation of transcendence.
"Oh my...."
Bill looked up.
His come was all over June's face. His fucking come was dripping down her cheeks, her nose, even the side of her neck.
"You're incredible!"
"Yes...."
Bill got a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes. He rested, but just as he was getting his bearing, feeling the terrific surge of bliss which must follow such a performance, there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be?"
"It couldn't be my parents because they're away and wouldn't ring and knock."
"Then who?"
"There's only one way to find out!"
"No, June...."
"Yes."
She goes down in a robe.
"Joe!!"
"So, uh, wad's happenin'?"
"I can't talk now."
"What? You're not goin' to invite your one and only inside. You're my girl now!"
Joe pushes his way into the living room. "Who is it, June?"
"Who's in there?"
"Get out, Joe!"
"I'm goin' up ... what the...."
"Hey, who the hell do you think you are?"
"In my girl's room with your cock hangin' out! You dirty bas...."
WHAP.
PHOOFF!!!
Bill is on his ass with what is the beginning of a shiner, and a sore jaw.
"No, now more. I'm only a straight guy. I wasn't doing anything."
BAM!!! ZAP!
"Owwww!!"
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"Mercy, mercy!"
"Fight him back, you coward!"
"Don't hurt me any more, no, no, no...." ZAMM!!!
"Please, tell him to stop, June, tell him to stop."
"Fight back, you coward. I thought you were a man. Fight back!!"
"Owwcchh!! I'm hurt ... no ... no ... do you want money? Take my wallet, only don't hit me any more."
"You sniveling jerk."
WHAM!!
"Look ... I wasn't doing anything ... is June your girl ... sure ... sure, take her, you can have her ... I mean, I won't get in the way ... I'm just a respectable guy ... you're going to hurt me and I have a wife to support!"
WHAM!!!
"Please ... ouch ... aw, you hurt me. You really hurt me now. Look, my nose is bleeding and my kidneys ache ... you can't hit a man in the kidneys without hurting something. Now you've got me all excited and that's hard on the arteries ... ooohh ... I even gave up fatty meats to go easy on them ... please ... take her, I mean it."
June looks down on Bill in disgust.
"I guess, once a straight, always a straight."
"I'll go now, June. Really, I won't get in the way anymore."
"Yeah, dat'll teach ya."
Bill Carter gets in his car, a beaten man, depressed, but happy to escape with some of his health. But, more than most men of his class and age, he had his moment, his time to become young again and do the things that had gone on only inside his head, from his seat in the accounting office.
CHAPTER TEN
Bill was put down, but with a man like him, such an event is of temporary effect, and soon enough he was back on his feet, at home with his wife, and ready for some real down home fucking made possible by the adventures of the past week.
He looked at Elaine and was pleased by her sexy appearance and the number of things about her he observed which he had never noticed before-her hips, the shading of her nipples, several beauty marks and the way her dress hugged her around the tits.
"Nice, real nice."
"What?"
"I mean, when was the last time I told you that you're beautiful, a vision of delights, a veritable sight for sore eyes, and a nice hunk of meat."
"Gee, Bill."
"When was the last time I told you that your eyes hypnotize me, your lips are like wet outliners of a super cunt, your arms like vines of passion, and your hips like a machine.
"When was the last time I told you that you are simply the hottest cunt in town?"
Bill downed his wife right on the kitchen floor, putting his mitts on her tits, ignoring her groans about the hardness of the floor, feeling her boobies and even getting a finger full of cunt, cunt which was warm, heated, red and just waiting to be penetrated by a huge cock filled with man gism.
It had been a long time since the last time Bill really complimented his wife in such a way. Their trip to the Andes was filled with romantic soliloquies of devotion of eternal love, the type of comments made only by a man filled with his own passion, tempted by the voluptuousness of his mate and taken away by the beauty of nature-the rolling surf, mountains, and lack of oxygen.
"Fuck me Bill, fuck me right in the cunt."
"Oh, yes, baby. I'm going to fuck you right."
"You're so romantic."
"But a realist enough to know a great cunt when I see one."
"Oh, Bill."
"Oh, Elaine."
Finishing their "oh's", they decided it was time to get down to the heavy stuff, to the primal exploration of deep sexuality, to the sphere of feeling beyond the pleasure principle just south of Memphis but north of Dallas. "Aghghghghghgh."
"Ohhhhghghghghghghghgh! "
Bill felt her entire body up, stripping off her pants, blouse, panties, bra, socks, false eyelashes, body paint and other attire, feeling her boobs, cunt, ass, side, front, shoulders, neck, ears, eyes, mouth and throat. "OyyyyyyyH"
If only he could express his love for this woman in a good sentence, tell her of his devotion in flowery, flowing language, pledge his allegiance to her flag, communicate the true meaning of love!
"I love your hairy cunt!"
"Oh, Bill, that's beautiful."
Fucking.
Feeling.
Licking and sucking.
Doing it all, every bit of it, leaving nothing out, leaving nothing out to retain a sense of distance or propriety, ravaging her soul, her mind, her spirit and body, fucking them all, sucking them all, making her into a complete sexual object with nothing but eroticized body parts and well oiled genitals.
"OTTH AA AAAAAA A!!!"
"Otthaa?"
"Oh, fuck me Bill, do it all, do it all."
Bill continued his probing, his explorations and his humping.
In and out.
Out and in.
Fucking.
Fucking.
Fucking.
Oh, he was a new man, a man with newly acquired abilities and inclinations, a man with the guts to act, the mind to add and subtract, and the body to turn his wife into a writhing, slobbering, moaning sex cunt.
"Bill, Bill, Bill!!"
"Elaine!!!"
He pulled his cock out of her hole long enough to take a good look at the dripping, hot prick. It looked like a tall totem pole, wet down by the natives for a ritual, ready to be worshipped and looked at in wonder because of its mythic powers, its mythic proportions, and its downright funkiness.
"What a great cock!"
Bill remembered. Yes he remembered the warmth of that girl's body, the pounding of the surf, the rolling sand under their bodies, the existential knowledge that the two of them were made for nothing but fucking, the realization that this girl had his meat growing with greater speed and extent that ever before, the exploration of teen cunt-not to be scoffed at-and most of all, that new sensation of coming out in the open, completely honest and with no holds barred.
But he could come home now.
"Fuck my fucking balls you fuck face, monkey nippled wife!!"
"Oh Bill!"
"You like it, I know you like it."
"I love you Bill, your deep voice and muscular body, and most of all you hard and horny cock."
"Thank you Elaine."
But let it be remembered that this was in the midst of a real fuck job, not distant thoughts interrupting the present or contaminating the past.
Bill was in one word a super-stud who knew what was happening and could sense the extent of his torrid effect on his wife.
"Oh, BILL!!--"
"Elaine!!"
"Bill!!"
"Elaine!!!"
Something real was being cemented here, a quantity of passion sufficient to last through menopause and a quality of love to last a lifetime.
They were getting more intense and sporadic now and pushed aside several kitchen chairs even spilling a glass of milk in the process. It was wild, uninhibited sexual play and grinding.
Bill marveled at his wife's tits. What glorious orbs! What magnificent melons! What tremendous tits! What bulbous boobs! What kinky knockers! What juicy jugs!!
And her cunt. What a helluva hole! What a cute cunt! What a stupendous slit! What a creamy clit! What cherubic cheeks! What a terrific twat!
And her legs. What whoopee walkers!
And her eyes. What pure peepers!
He was becoming more aware of her assets than he ever was in his life and glad, even though it cost him some humiliation with a young stud hood, that he had the guts to get out there and live in order to open his eyes. Never, no never in his life had Bill been aware of his blessings, and-now that he was, he was going to relish them.
"Bill let's go into the bedroom so that you can lick my cunt and put my buns on a soft bed."
"Yes, let's do that."
"I want you to lick my cunt, suck my nipples, feel my boobs, stroke my ass, put your tongue in my ass, blow air into my ass, blow air into my ears, tell me dirty thoughts, kiss me all over my body, make me glad to be a woman, make me feel and experience, make me come, tug at my pussy hairs, lick at my crotch, put your hands on my boobs and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze."
"Elaine, I want to do all of that. I want to put my hands on your tits at the same time that I'm sucking your cunt and making you come and making you have an orgasm and making you glad that you're alive."
"Oh Bill."
"Oh, Elaine."
Fucking, sucking, Bill carried his wife into the bedroom.
Then he gave her the old in and out after a nice tongue job.
"FUCK ME ... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" FASTER, DEEPER, MORE PENETRATING THRUSTS.
THEY ARE ABOUT TO COME!
THEY COME!!!
"AGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!? AG HG HG HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG!!"
"WH AAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
FUCKING, REALLY FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.
Bill got up for he knew what he had to do with a determination and a passion.
"Bill, what are you doing?"
"You'll see. I'm a man and I do what I have to."
Where would that bastard Joe be at that time in the evening? He knew, he really knew, knew that the crumb could only be having a malted at that lousy drug store down on Fifth Street. Yes, that's where he could find the scum.
"Joe!!"
"Well, if it ain't...."
"Shut up!!"
"What the fuck...."
"I said, shut you trap and come outside if you're man enough."
"Well, you must be one dumb guy, one dumb guy to come back for more punishment, but if you're gonna be such an asshole, I'll beat da shit outta ya once again ... pardon me, guys."
Not sooner had Joe gone to the back alley, brandishing a knife and a white pair of teeth, then wham!
"Ooooooffff!!"
Hitting the stud in the balls, Bill decided on yet another in the goodies.
Poooooph!!
"Aghghghghghghgh!! You fuckin' bastard ... I'm gonna' kill ya!"
Not knowing which way to turn, Bill turned. A quick jab to the jaw followed by a left to the kidney downed Joe once again. He rose, determined for revenge but unaware of the fist already ascribing a lethal trajectory to his nose.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
Bloodied and crying, Bill thought the ex-stud had enough but only watched him get up once again.
"What more, huh?"
But before the now too cocky Bill could get his bearings he observed a fist in the face. This knocked him off his feet and on to some trash cans, seemingly perfectly positioned to cushion his fall.
Fortunately with nothing broken, including his stride, Bill continued his offensive, pushing. He jabbed, dug into Joe's flesh with his nails, kicked him in the stomach (accidentally aiming high) and made mince meat out of the guy.
This fight, with neither contender cowering, was made to be a longer and more challenging affair than the first in which Bill had called a no contest. Joe attacked Bill and pressed his entire body into Bill's hoping to crush Bill's frame from the power of his hold.
Bill now had an intimate knowledge of Joe including his body odor.
The stench was appalling, an undetermined mixture of sweat, beer breath, gas and ketchup, so much so, that Bill hoped he would wretch all over the guy.
The vomit not coming, Bill decided to go back into fighting action, attempting to break Joe's hold, throw his body down on the ground, and then subtly if brutally gouge his eyes out thus creating two vacuous holes where his peepers at one time floated in vitriolic fluids.
But Bill had no luck breaking the hold.
"I'm gonna break ya, you fuckin' bastard!!"
"Not until your balls leak ... uh, uh, leak ... baby oil!"
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Oh, oh, owwww!!"
"Take that you fucker."
But just when Bill thought the wind was going to be knocked out of him thus leaving him powerless to prevent further bodily damage, the middle-aged accountant came upon an idea, so potent and unique that he was sure he could change the odds of the fight. He decided to kick Joe in the knee.
Knock, knock.
"OW, AHHHHHHHH, FUCKIN' SHIT!!"
But did Bill's eyes deceive him and his senses jump off the deep end leaving nothing between himself and insanity but a thin line of anti-psychotic filament?
Joe was running for his fucking life But Bill was not going to let the matter drop there for he only wanted nothing short of humiliation of this stud to match his own and a complete and unconditional apology (with no hold barred). This was asking a lot, but what was moderation to Bill: a compromise, a cop-out, a cold tomato with sauce, a piece of melon without salt or a plump pie with a stale crust. This was the time of his life-not the moment-and he would do all necessary, fuck the guy's ass and then turn him over for the stray pigeons, stick his head in the dirt, make him wallow in nothing but his shorts, whimper, apologize, beg for mercy, and maybe even offer a free shoe shine. These were Bill's aims as he went into flight to apprehend Joe.
"Wait you coward!"
"Get away from me. You're nuts, you fuckin' maniac!"
The chase is on.
"Stop!!"
"Help!!"
Through back alleys, deserted side streets and passages.
The entire city seemed to contain nothing but the chase, the pursuit.
What was Bill chasing? Was it his own humiliation, his own impotence and lack of flare? Or was he simply chasing all the he wanted to be at Joe's age when he stood alone from the crowd dangling his participles and conjugating his verbs, kissing the teachers' asses and getting his good grades, without the balls to strike out and smoke in the boys' room or feel some tit in between chemistry and better living.
That was it! He was after a lost past and Joe would have to suffer. Only when the hurt past is squelched, squashed out of haunting the present, can the liberated soul truly be free!
But how was Joe to know? He was the unwitting actor in a fateful play, unaware of his function, feeling persecuted and unloved.
Such is the chase.
Faster they run.
Less distance separates the two.
Still less.
Closer, closer!!
Then....
"Whaaaaahhhh!!!"
Bill knocks Joe down and starts stomping on his knuckles and elbows.
"Ohh, ah, ohhh, ah, ah, ah, ohhhh!!!"
"Take that you piece of slime. Why aren't you home studying? Why aren't you ... huh, huh ... home ... uuumph ... doing something constructive you ass-hole!!!"
"Oh, leave me alone you fuckin' ... ah ... oh-hoooooo ... ah, ah, ow. Ow! Ow!! Yaaaa!!!"
Punching, digging the nails, kicking.
Peeling the skin and dogging the groin.
"Oh, oh, oh."
Pushing, hurting, punching, and general violence.
"Ooooffff!!"
"Ughghgh!!"
Joe found some bearings and was able to counter with a few jabs to Bill's jaw and neck apple.
"Ahhhhhh."
Still another....
"Oooooooo!!"
But Bill was experiencing a temporary psychosis and was unaware of the pain, unaware as he punched back at Joe until he was almost knocked out, and, indeed, in the position desired of begging for mercy like a chicken on the block.
"Stop ... no, you've got me. Don't kick me in da balls no more or stomp on my elbows. I'll do anything ya say ... da girl's all yours, you can have my shoes, my hot rod, my pin ball and my bowlin' bag ... all of it ... even have my hair grease an' all my ropes and chains ... let go of me, please!"
"Apologize!"
"What?"
WHAM!!
"Ahhhhhh!!"
"Apologize!"
"Okay, okay...."
Stepping on his arm, "Say, I'm sorry, Uncle Bill."
"Naw, I can't, not that."
"Say it!"
WHAM!!
"Yaaaaaaaa!! Yaaaaaaaa!! Yaaaaaaa!!"
"SAY IT!!!"
"I'm sorry Uncle Bill."
"Louder!"
"I'm sorry Uncle Bill."
"LOUDER!!!!!!"
"I'M SORRY UNCLE BILL!!!"
Satisfied, Bill left the shirking boy stud, sobered and thinking about his close call.
All scores being settled, Bill was ready to go back to Elaine, and with mind totally free, continue to make passionate love to her until her pussy would quiver with pure delight like an insect in a fall shower.
Was it that easy?
Was it that simple?
Does this explain his character?
Would the change be permanent?
The answer to all these questions is a simple yes, for as a bee goes back to the hive when the pollen mission is complete and Mr. Phelps accepts his impossible assignments, so does till Carter go home to the little woman and fuck the shit out of her.
"Bill, you're hurt!"
"Hurt! I've never felt better!"
"But...."
"No buts ... fuck me you fool.."
"Now?"
"Yes, fuck me again just like before ... but now I'm free, free to feel your pussy and suck your tits, free to put my cock ... yes, even in your anus."
"Where are you going Bill?"
"Don't ask, just do."
Soon he was back, salted stick in hand.
"Not the butter Bill, not the good butter ... and at ninety a pound."
"What's money?"
"Added figures."
"Right added figures but subtracted time, and I'm done with subtracting time from pleasure leaving the equation stripped of fun, charm and sex parties. Oh, Elaine. Don't you see, don't you see? I'm free now because I've defeated the demons. The devils are dead and the fights have been fought, so successfully, so unconditionally, that I've got to go on no more witch hunts, no more searches for some identity mucked in the mire and fucked without a lire! This is it!!"
"Yes, yes."
"That's right!!"
How he wanted her, to feel those lush melons in his hands, to feel their massive weight and endless charm, to experience their texture and view their size and coloration, to smell their odor and to sense, yes, sense, their full heavy dimensions.
"Sense my tits, Bill,' sense my tits!"
Bill sucked them, felt them.
Then, he sensed them.
"OHHHHHHHH!!"
"AGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!"
Fucking.
Licking.
Sucking.
Making it.
Making whoopee.
Making love.
LOVE!!
SEX!!!
INFINITY!!!
"Suck my cunt Bill, put your face into it and suck the walls of my vagina until I can't stand it and ask for mercy. Suck it until I just beg for you to stop!!"
SLURPING!
"Ummmmm, I love your pussy. I just love the salty taste of your woman gism, the sultry quality of the vaginal walls, the nice, red texture of the sides of the walls, the hard clit and the gaping slit, like an opening into nirvana, like a ticket to "The real thing."
"All across it, rub all across my tits!!"
Rubbing.
"That's it. Keep rubbing my clit and ... oh, oh, oh."
"UUmmmmmmm ... now me, now suck-my cock."
Wanting more but not wishing to be selfish, Elaine went down on Bill and gave him a great blow-job complete with special attention to the tip and to the rim, sucking with nice sex pressure.
"Aghghghghghghgh!! "
"Bill what are you doing ... the butter? Bill, ninety a pound, maybe a dollar a pound ... Bill what are you doing ... Bill that hurts ... Bill, Bill, ahhh, oooohh, yes, yes! Spread my cheeks Bill, spread it all around!"
"Like this?"
"Ummmmmmmm!!"
Now, fuck my ass now!!"
Bill had not had this sort of anal sex before and the memory of the first time he penetrated cunt with Valerie Penney entered his consciousness, the fear, the uncertainty that he might not find the wrong hole. But there the similarity stopped. This was to be a Bill Carter affair all the way, and after all, an ass is an ass, and he knew which end was up ... All he had to do was follow the butter line!
Deeper into her ass.
Deeper!
Deeper! DEEPER! DEEPER!!! "AGHGHGHGHGH!!!"
"Oh, oh your ass is so nice and tight!"
Bill had never had his ass grasped so tightly or so delightfully. He loved the feeling of her ass walls keeping him prisoner and the delightful sensation of the tickling almost hypnotic effect of having his cock encased, nay, prisoner, in her massive ass.
Elaine loved the sensation of being fucked like a gem, like a heroine, like a rear admiral. Was it the beginning or really the end!
Can we stop the narrative here? If so, what shall we term the ending?
No, we must continue, continue with the description of Bill's liberation and its manifestation in the form of fucking his wife in the ass, passing up the cheaper margarine in favor of the expensive spread, using half a stick, spreading it even and thickly, putting his cock in it fearing not the distinct possibility of getting cock pimples, pushing, fucking, fucking her in the ass.
Harder, deeper.
Deeper, harder.
"AGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH! "
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
"AGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!"
"AHH, AHH, OYYYAAAAAA!!'"
"WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!"
"AHHH, OOOHHHHH!!"
Harder, deeper.
Fucking her.
Fucking her hard.
Fucking her IN THE ASS!!
Then....
They come....
"OHHHHHHHHHH, AHHH, AHHH, AHHHHH!!"
"Y AAA A AAA AA, YAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Was it possible? Surely, a man may come in a woman's ass and feel the pleasures of her tight anus and spongy and soft cushion buns but in the case of a woman, yes a woman, how on earth could that wife of his get an orgasm from her ass? But there it was:
"She was coming like a whore."
Perhaps Bill and Elaine had found a new level, an ability to turn each other on only made possible by personal growth, growth of each as individuals and growth in terms of their relationship, a relationship now so self-contained, so potent, that it more than satisfied and probably always would their growing sexual appetites and capacities.
The story is not an easy one to swallow. It certainly has its ups and downs and difficult moments. Yet, when the drama has concluded, as it has now, it is clear (crystal clear) that these two people will never be the same, and rest assured, their genitals (cock, balls, cunt and tits) will never be the same, but transformed into potent instruments and means of complete sexual delight.
But this author feels compelled to relate what happened to none other than the young June, who, in her own way, was responsible for Bill's progress. One scene, a typical day in her life, illustrates the new quality of her life.
Walking down forty-second street, a young man accosted her in a typical fashion.
"Hey babe, how about it?"
"Might , but sometimes I have to know a guy a while."
"You know me now."
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Listen babe ... I'll find a nice little hotel room in the Statton and we'll have a ball, a damn good time."
"Sure, sure."
They checked in the room.
"You sure have a great pair of tits. Do you let guys pick you up like this all the time, because after all, you're pretty young."
"Never used to, but things in my life have changed."
The man felt he had enough of civil conversation, and, frankly, that was all that June cared for herself, for what she wanted now was pure sex play, little of the foreplay but lots of the hard stuff-the cranking, the grinding and most of all, the coming.
"Strip babe!"
"Nothing to it!"
"Wow, what a piece."
How can one adequately describe it? A young girl goes into a crummy hotel with a man she does not know, lets him strip her down, and acts as if she's having the care of her life, without remorse or inhibition, without morality or even the older feelings she had toward a man like Bill. Perhaps her behavior during Bill's savage beating brought out the worst in her, for after all, she was most often a blank slate or a cushion to absorb Bill's frenetic projections. As a person, she left much to be desired and in such obscene encounters, she was really in her element.
"Fuck the hell out of me!"
"Anything you say little girl!"
The man proceeded to go on with the heavy stuff with no more warming up or amenities, just heavy cock and cunt, ball and socket humping. They created a scene like a cheap pornography film in which the screen is filled with huge, swollen genitals, dominating, secreting and churning away in a passion of work.
"Oh, you big man!"
"You beautiful little cunt!"
Fucking.
Sucking.
In a cheap hotel room, with plaster falling off the walls, they continued their sex squirmish.
The man was a bit rough, but June did mind because by the same token she was not exactly gentle on his cock, twisting it, turning it, stretching it and pushing it deeper into her abyss.
Twisting.
Fucking.
Eating their own smells.
This was the ultimate expression of June's lusty ways, her eternal desire and her bottomless passion. She was like a well of desire without a floor, a coal furnace with an endless capacity, a turbo engine, an atom bomb, a solar oven or the endless energy created from the rumblings of the earth's core. She was the force of streaming water, pushing and cascading down cliffs and ridges, increasing its power with its surge of energy, forever pushing and though perhaps encircling and circumscribing obstacles, never halted by anything.
"Do it, do it!"
She was a meteor streaming through space, burning up yet retaining a molten core, a core capable of bursting through the entire depth of the earth, a core which leaves a trail of fire in the heavens thousands of miles long. She was the deathly red and white heat of a meteor, but by the same token, she could not risk going into forbidden areas as the flaming ball may disintegrate if it flies through too dense an atmosphere.
But June was safe. She knew her limits and did not stretch her survival potential.
"Fuck me!"
"Screw me, baby!"
"Agghhhh! Agghhh! Agghhhh!"
"Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh!!"
Fucking.
Licking.
Pulling.
Twisting.
June was the perfect picture of a loss of innocence. Where was the remainder of that youthful freshness which so delighted Bill? Where was the open face, the wide smile, the completely uncynical expression, the pure, white skin? There was nothing left to remind one of those simpler days.
She was now a body, surrounding a cunt and an ass and pair of tits. Her torso performed the function of holding up her tits, her hips were a two-sided stand for her ass and cunt, her mind the simple container of lustful thoughts, passions and desires.
This was the bare bodkin!
Then suddenly, as if confronted by a nightmare, as if the ultimate in degradation had occurred, like farting during the slow movement of a Mahler symphony, a look of horrid recognition came across the man's face. "Why ... why ... why ... why, you're June!"
"What! How did you know that?"
"Because ... I was a teacher in your junior high school, but I've grown a beard. I'm Mr. Bobbins!"
"Oh, no, no, no!"
"Yes, you slut!"
"You mustn't tell anyone!"
"Neither can you!"
June was disgusted but only half as disgusted as Mr. Bobbins who always prided himself in his ability to hide his sordid life from the respectable life of a junior high teacher. Now, the two conflicting worlds collided in the form of this young high school slut, a slut with neither shame nor sorrow.
"I'm getting out of here."
"You do that, Mr. Boobies!! Run!!! At least there's one big difference between you and me ... at least I'm honest about my perverse mentality. You're a fraud, a hypocrite!!"
Completely red, the man could only mutter, "Why I've never...."
He walked out.
There she was, young June, alone, for that was how she is destined to be, on her own in her own sensuality and ruthless sexual honesty.
The tale is a rough one and not one easily swallowed by those with a delicate stomach, but after all it is a part of life, is it not? This is the rhythm, the temper of the city and probably always will be. This is the sound of the traffic, cars fighting cars and buses, in search of some destination, some satisfaction which on one can isolate and identify.
Good-bye June!!
Fare thee well Bill!!
Take care, Elaine!!!
They must all go their own ways, seek their fortunes and know, that if nothing else, they have been true to themselves. They may walk the streets, go to work, eat, sleep, take vacations, laugh, love, cry, and sometimes even hate, but know that unlike Mr. Bobbins and Disney characters, they are real people and are true.
They are not false fronts, trap doors, or made-up inventions of a sordid imagination.
They are not figments of some dream, like a surrealistic pillow.
They are, more than anything else, themselves.
The next day, June was in the same position, with another man in a cheap hotel, fucking sucking and licking.
"Oh, girl, do it, do it!!"
"Fuck me my man!!"
"What a pair of tits!!"
"Ohhhhh!!"
"Aghghghghghghgh!!"
"I'm coming, I'M COMING!!!"
And likewise, Bill and Elaine continued their kind of sexual pleasures.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh, agggh!!"
"Ugg, ugg, ugg!"
"Fuck me, fuck the hell out of me!!"
"Suck my cock, suck it!"
Bill and Elaine were balling each other like it was the first time, like they had never experienced each other's pleasures and like they wanted it to last forever. They were also happy they had each other and were not out there alone, like June, and like Mr. Bobbins.
