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DETERMINATION - The true stories of a wife's infidelities.

Hello newsgroup friends.  Many of you have written to tell me how much
you enjoyed my first two offerings, and I'm so pleased that you did both
enjoy and write.  Honestly, I didn't expect such an overwhelming
response.  It was a pleasant surprise.  So, as before, feel free to
e-mail any comments or questions you might have.  Or, if you like, just
write to say hello.  You'll find my e-mail address aty the end of the
story.

I'll begin, as is now usual, with a brief biographical paragraph or
two.  This probably sounds funny to the people who know me and know I'm
seldom brief!  Having said that... I'm 55 years old, although everyone
says I look much younger.  It's nice to hear.  If you're doubtful, or
even just curious, I'll send a picture and you can judge for yourself. 
I suppose you would say I'm well-built.  Well, many of you have.  I am
5'-4" tall and just slightly heavy at 140 pounds, but am physically
fit.  I love hiking, rollerblading and ice skating, and I stay active. 
The answer to the most common question?  36DD <smile>, with large
nipples.

Sharing my experiences with you turns me on.  In my first two posts I've
acquired a large and appreciative audience who by now know that
everything I write is based my real experiences and faithfully describes
the way my life has unfolded for me.  Yes I've changed are the names,
for obvious reasons, and any elements that could be used to identify the
people I write about.  Also, some specific details have faded after so
many years.  When this has happened, I've filled in with my best
recollections and events that reflect my sexual experience and attitude
of that period in time.  Nothing I write has been "enhanced" in any way.

I was married at 21, a virgin until my wedding night, which was a
tremendous disappointment and totally unfulfilling - as were most of the
subsequent sexual interludes with my first husband.  About 5 years into
our marriage something happened that changed my life.  I had my first
extramarital encounter, which I wrote about in my first submission. 
About a year later, I had my second - posting number two.  As much as
possible, I'd like to tell my stories as they occurred,
chronologically.  My third submission describes my early experiences
with the man who became my next lover and first long-term affair.

If my one-time fling with Brad hadn't opened me up to new adventures,
the experience with Tommy and Billy certainly did.  It made me realize
that there was much about sex that I'd never even considered.  It was
one of those situations where you simply "don't know what you don't
know".  For me, the phrase "I had no idea what I was missing" was very
true.  After Tommy and Billy, I was determined to find out.

My affair with John was the first time I acted with intent, with
planning.  John and I had been friends for a couple years.  He was a car
salesman I met while I was trading in an old "clunker" for a new car -
my first brand new, right out of the showroom, car.  It took a few
visits to the dealership before I could decide what I wanted.  John was
a very friendly and patient man.  We talked a lot, not only about cars
but about more personal subjects.  Spouses, kids, recreational
activities, and so on.  It was then we discovered a mutual interest in
golf.  We golfed together a few time each summer for the two years
following.  Nothing sexual ever occurred between us.  We were "golfing
buddies" who would play 18 holes then share a late lunch together and go
home to our respective spouses.

I should mention here that in all the years with my first husband, he
never really showed any signs of suspicion or jealousy.  In fact, when I
did finally leave him and he found out subsequently that it was "for
another man", he was shocked.  So, my husband didn't seem bothered at
all by my golf games with John.  At the time, there was nothing to be
bothered about.  Then my eyes were opened by my experience with Brad. 
After that, when John and I golfed, I found myself wondering what it
might be like to have sex with him.  More than once I caught myself
glancing at his crotch.  I know this seems like such a cliche but I did
it.  There were times that the bulge seemed to betray what was hidden
below as being fairly large.  How big was he, really? I wondered.  Now,
I'm not one to dwell on or spend much time pondering the sizes of men's
cocks but John's crotch grabbed my interest.  That summer, when we
golfed, I fantasized about John and his cock.  I don't know if he saw
the change in me or not.  If he did, he never let on.  We golfed through
that season with nothing happening between us.  Then came, literally
<grin>, Tommy and Billy.

After my threesome, the world became a more open and exciting place to
me.  It had expanded my sexual horizons or, at least, showed me the
potential for it.  That spring I called John to see if he wanted to golf
again this year.  He did, and we made arrangements to meet the following
Saturday.  He lived closest to the course so I normally would pick him
up and we'd head out from his place.  This time was no different.

I have no idea how our game went that day.  It was probably typical of
many "first time" outings of the season, with both of us a little
rusty.  The whole time we were on the course I thought about having sex
with John.  My body reacted like any normal woman's would given her
preoccupation with sleeping with such a sexy man.  After 18 holes, my
engorged nipples had become tender from hours of nearly continuous
arousal.  My panties seemed to become more moist with each hole we
played.  This time I know he noticed.  He was more playful, more
attentive, he watched me more than before.  At times, I saw him staring
at me, my ass, my tits.  And that day his bulge was there most of the
time.  I know.  I looked there a lot.  By the time we finished our game,
I was pretty sure we were going to fuck.  I think we both knew it.

To me, it seemed to take forever to play out the last few holes.  But we
did.  We went to our respective locker rooms to clean up.  It felt SO
good to lose my bra and free my tender nipples, even if it was only for
a few moments. They were large, distended, swollen.  I cleaned up a
little and pulled out a fresh shirt.  Another white knit golf shirt like
I'd worn while we were playing.  I wanted to leave my bra off but I was
still nursing and still had occasion to leak, at times.  I decided to
take a chance and tucked my bra into my bag then put on the white
shirt.  I looked in the mirror and wondered if I should really go out
looking the way I did - darkened circles showing through the white
material, stretched, challenged by my large breasts.  Hard pointed
nipples pressed against the fabric as if they wanted to poke right
through.  I would never have considered leaving the locker room looking
like that, if I weren't so very horny.

That brings me to my panties... very damp... wet, actually.  I toyed
with the idea of taking them off before walking out to meet John.  That
was simply too much.  I left them on.

I was excited with the knowledge, or at least the hope, of what we were
about to do.  Neither of us had said a word that might give away our
desires.  Maybe it was my imagination.  Suddenly I was worried that I
was about to make a total ass of myself.  Maybe I'd misread him.  After
all, it's not like I had a lot of experience.  But I knew one thing for
certain, I was horny, very horny.  I remember standing just inside the
locker room door, trembling slightly, screwing up the courage to go out
and do what I wanted so much to do - fuck the sexy man who was waiting
for me on the other side.

My doubts over John's desires pretty much left when I walked through the
door and saw the look on his face.  His eyes were quickly drawn to my
breasts, my prominant nipples that were very much open to view through
the white knit fabric of my tightly stretched shirt.  When he finally
managed to look at my face, his smile told me everything I needed to
know.  Well, not everything.  His crotch told me the rest.

We walked towards my car.  We couldn't behave in any overtly sexual
manner until we were away from the club.  John was a member and often
golfed there with his wife, business associates and customers.  But as
we drove away, it felt as if his eyes were glued to me.  He was turned
towards me, eyeing me up and down... face, breasts, legs.  Normally my
skirt would climb up somewhat as I was driving.  It's not something I
was ever overly self-conscious of but I'd sometimes smooth it back
dowm.  Not this time, though.  I wanted as much of myself exposed as
possible, well, without being too blatant.

I was in heat.  No other way to say it.  I needed John's cock in me. 
Still, my thoughts hadn't gone past the need to consider where or how we
might do this.  I guess I was thinking that John might make a
suggestion.  Remember, I had NEVER taken any kind of initiative where
sex was concerned.  I was hoping I wouldn't need to now.

As we drove, John just sat and looked.  One of us had to do something or
I would miss this opportunity.  We were getting close to running out of
countryside and coming into the city and the restaurant where we usually
had lunch.  But John never offered a suggestion and I was too paralyzed
by inexperience know what to do.  I drove into the restaurant parking
lot, feeling awfully frustrated as John and I walked inside.  As we
found a table, I noticed a couple men staring at my prominant nipples. 
It felt strange, but nicely so.  I'd never gone out in public dressed
this way before.

We ordered and ate.  We talked a little but I was more quiet than
usual.  Simply, I was feeling slightly dismayed.  I was disappointed
that John was ignoring the sexual tension and upset with myself at not
being able to interest him enough to make a move or be bold enough to
make the move myself.  Then there was the frustration caused by just
being so horny with no apparent relief in sight.

One thing I do remember about our golf game was that John had beaten me,
as usual, so I paid for lunch and we headed for his house.  It was true,
he wasn't going to do a thing.  Then the self-doubt struck.  Maybe it
was my imagination.  Maybe he didn't find me attractive.  Maybe I
wasn't.  My arousal began to fade into the background and my mood became
gloomy as I pulled up to John's house.  Now it was too late for us to do
anything.  John's wife would be inside, waiting for him.  My husband was
home so I couldn't even go there and masturbate in private.

I backed into the driveway close to the garage so John could move his
clubs from my car to his.  I got out and opened the trunk as he punched
in the code to raise the garage door.  While he was opening the trunk to
his own car I grabbed his clubs and brought them to him.  He always
backed into his garage so I walked around behind his car then lifted the
clubs over the lip and into the trunk, bending over as I pushed them
back.  I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt John's hand on my
back, just at waist level.

I wondered what he'd do and spent a few moments fumbling with his golf
bag just to see.  His hand moved around to my side, still at my waist. 
When I finally stood up and turned, it left us standing face to face
with his arm around my waist.  He smiled at me.  I was confused.  He'd
never done a THING when we had the chance and now here he was putting
his arm around me right in his own garage, with his wife inside the
house!  The man's timing was bad!  Very bad!

John moved against me and we looked over each other then made eye
contact.  I still couldn't believe that he was doing this in his
garage.  I didn't know what to do and just looked at him.  Then he
kissed me.  A very long kiss, and the arousal that had previously waned
from my body quickly returned.

When we broke our kiss, I glanced around us.  The raised trunk lid hid
us from the street and we couldn't be seen in the depths of the garage
but that didn't mean his wife couldn't open the door from their house at
any time to walk out and catch us.  I opened my mouth to begin to
question him about why he'd waited until we were here to do anything
but, before I could speak, he kissed me again, this time putting his
arms around me, pressing his body tightly against mine.  I felt his
hands move downward to cup my asscheeks as he started to grind his
erection against me.  He was relighting my fire in a big way and the
horniness was sweeping over me with even greater intensity than before.

The next time we broke apart, though, I didn't waste any time in
questioning him about his choice of locations - with his wife so close. 
He smiled at me and asked if I saw her car anywhere.  What a dummy!  I
hadn't thought about it being gone.  I started to ask him where she was
but he anticipated my questions and told me she wouldn't be home until
evening.  Then he kissed me again.  This time I ground my body back
against his when he pressed into me.  One of his hands left my ass and
moved between my legs, lifting my skirt.  He pushed the crotch of my
panties aside and I felt his fingers reaching for me.  I parted my legs
slightly.  He pressed a finger between my pussy lips and slid it up into
my hole.  With his finger still up me he pulled his lips from mine.  I
opened my eyes to find him looking at me, smiling.  He told me that I
was just as wet as he thought I'd be, and began moving the finger in and
out of my cunt.  My only answer was to moan at the long-needed attention
my pussy was finally receiving.

John kissed me again as he worked my pussy.  I reached blindly for his
cock and found it, rubbing it through his pants.  It felt so big.  He
now had me pushed back against his car, leaning into me, finger-fucking
my cunt, while I groped him.  I told him I needed his cock and squeezed
my hand around it to reinforce the statement.  He moved back a little to
give me some freedom.  I used it to reach for his pants, fumbling with
his belt.

Grasping my hands to stop me, John pushed them away, then reached for
the waistband of his pants and pushed them down, taking his shorts along
the way.  His cock sprang free.  His cock was the biggest I'd ever
seen.  Of course, I had only been "up close and personal" with four
before this, including my husband.  I've seen a lot of them since,
though, and it's still the biggest I've ever had inside me.  Oh, sure,
I've now SEEN bigger, in porno movies - probably an illustration of the
saying that the camera adds 10 pounds <giggle>.  Seriously though, I was
amazed.  He was extremely large.

I needed to feel impaled on him, and I needed it now!  I reached under
my skirt and pushed my panties down and off, then John moved between my
legs and lifted me slightly, pressing his cock against my pussy lips,
rubbing it back and forth.  This only served to make my need more
urgent.  I spread my legs farther and reached down between them to grab
his cock.  Then I lifted myself as much as I could trying to position
him to enter me.  John helped me by reaching around to grab my ass and
lift.  I pressed the tip of his huge rod to my entrance.

John released me slightly and, as I sank down, I felt the head of his
stiff prick enter me, spreading me.  John was pushing and the more I
took inside me, the happier I was.  Once I was filled with him, he
leaned into me, grabbed my hips and started fucking me, urgently.  No
gradual buldup.  We both needed to unleash the tension that had been
building for hours.

Our actions weren't as secretive as we thought they'd be.  Surely anyone
who came near would have noticed the car rocking back and forth in time
with John's thrusts into my pussy.  John didn't seem to care.  Neither
did I.  My arms were around his neck, urging him on as he plowed his
large cock into me.

Parts of the car, though, were digging into me and I was getting pretty
uncomfortable, particularly on the downstroke, or upstroke, as it were. 
John must have realized this because, suddenly, he stopped fucking me
and pulled slowly out.  He turned me around and had me bend over.  I
grabbed the car and John pushed my skirt up around my waist, just before
I felt the bulbous head of his prick probing me once more.  I pushed
back as soon as I knew he had found my hole.

I remember sucking in my breath when he again filled me to capacity.  I
don't remember letting it out again.  Immediately, John was ramming me
with his meat.  I'm sure his cock reached places inside me that had
never been touched before, or since.

Now more comfortable and wonderfully full of cock, I was ready to cum. 
John didn't take long to make that happen.  In the extacy of my climax I
forgot totally about where we were, the accoustics, and the need for
discretion as I yelled to John how fantastic he was making me feel.  My
orgasm and vocalizing my appreciation of his cock spurred him on even
more.  He gripped my hips tightly and rammed that big stiff prick deep
inside me.  When his own climax came he pulled us firmly together, his
body shaking as he filled my insides with cum.

We stayed in that position for some time, me bending over his car and
his cock up me, while we caught our breath.  When John finally pulled
out of me and I stood up, it seemed as if a river of cum was flowing out
of my pussy and down my thighs.  I'm sure it was even more than what
Tommy and Billy had jointly deposited in me the afternoon they'd taken
turns fucking me.  I simply couldn't believe that one man, with one
fuck, could deposit so much cum in me.  His substantial volume became
even more apparent one day, soon after, when I tried to swallow it.

I turned around to face John and we kissed for a long time while his
semen ran down my legs.  His hands went to my breasts, squeezing them
through my shirt.  When his fingers found my nipples, pinching and
rolling them, then pulling, I started to leak.  John must have felt it
because he pulled back and looked down at my tits.  So did I.  Two large
wet spots had formed around my nipples and my white knit shirt was
clinging to me, all but transpatern now.  John smiled and reached for
the bottom to pull it over my head.

As soon as my breasts were bare, he was latching onto a nipple, wrapping
his lips around it, sucking, drinking my milk.  While he did this, he
reached down and took my hands, placing one under each breast.  He
guided my thumbs and forefingers to each nipple.  Then he nursed, first
from one tit, then the other.  I pinched my nipples as he sucked on
them.

There were times while I was nursing my children that my breasts would
become quite full, to the point of being painful.  Sometimes the bed
would be soaked with my milk when I woke in the morning.  So, it wasn't
hard to give John what he wanted.  As he pulled away, my milk squirted
his face.  Tommy and Billy had drank from my breasts, and were
pleasantly surprised, but this was really the first time that this had
played a role in exciting my partner and myself.  My husband had not
shown any great interest in sucking my tits and never while I was
lactating.

But now John, his face splattered with my milk, had nursed
enthusiastically at my breasts.  He moved again to another tit.  While
he sucked, his hand went between my legs and he started finger-fucking
my cunt, sloppy with his cum.  By the time he changed tits again, I
needed him to fuck me.

John picked up our clothes then took me by the hand, leading me into the
house and to his guest bedroom.  He threw our clothes on the floor and
pulled off his shirt.  I took off my skirt and tossed it with the rest
of our clothes then pulled back the covers and jumped on the bed, eager
for another fuck.  I reached for his beautiful prick and found that it
hadn't yet completely hardened.

Keeping his organ in my hand, I kissed my way down his body intil I was
planting kisses on the head.  Then I licked around it and up and down
the shaft.  He was growing in my hand.  Opening my mouth wide, I wrapped
my lips around him.  I couldn't come close to taking it all but I took
as much as I could, bobbing my head up and down, sucking.  John was
moaning in pleasure and soon he was completely hard.

I moved up over his body and straddled him, spreading my sloppy cuntlips
with one hand and using the other to guide him in me.  I thrust
downward, impaling myself on his prick.  I remember screaming as it
rammed deeply up my cunt.  Immediately, I started fucking him
mercilessly, completely overcome by my lust for his huge cock, with the
need to have it stroking into my depths. It was as if John had become a
spectator.  There was only me and his prick, and I was riding it hard
and fast.

John lay there, watching my tits bounce as I fucked him.  I grabbed them
with both hands, squeezing, and again pinching and pulling at my
nipples.  Milk streamed from my nipples.  I tugged hard, almost
painfully, at myself.  John reached up and grabbed me by my sides, then
somehow managed to sit upright.

As soon as John had pulled himself up, he lowered his mouth to my tit
and sucked.  Then I felt his teeth bite into me and I groaned in extacy
for him to give it to me hard.  He clamped his teeth down onto my tit
and pulled.  Bolts of pain shot to my brain. I grabbed one of his hands
and put his fingers around my free nipple, squeezing as hard as I
possibly could.

When John finally lifted his head from my tit, I again started riding
his shaft.  Now he was pinching both nipples and pulling so hard that
they were becoming grossly distended from my body.  Between the pain
from my tits and the pleasure filling my cunt, I started cumming, and
cumming hard.  I threw my arms around him and held on tightly, but kept
fucking him.

John pushed me onto my back and bent his knees, then began lunging into
me.  He was fucking nearly straight into me and almost upwards rather
than thrusting down.  At the time, I had no idea what a g-spot was but
when he started hitting it, time after time, with his cockhead, I
totally lost it.  At first I was aware of my body shaking and my cunt
literally gushing as if I was peeing.  I've sat here, paused from my
writing, trying to find a way to describe the feelings that overwhelmed
me at that moment but words just don't seem to do it justice.  My senses
were as flooded as the bed beneath me, as overloaded as my cunt was with
cock.  It was like I had gone into some kind of suspension, where I was
listening to myself screaming senselessly, uncontrollably.  It was as if
my entire body had become sensitized to the point of becoming one giant
clit!

At some point, John shifted his position so that he was now leaning over
my body and lunging down into me.  My tits were bouncing wildly from the
brutal fucking I was getting.  My body was shaking, my pussy throbbing. 
Lunges turned to jabs and I was once again being filled with cum.  Soon
afterwards, John collapsed on top of me as we recovered from what had
been the most amazing fuck I'd ever experienced.

We kissed and John began to pull out of me.  I groaned loudly as my
over-sensitized pussy told me of his movements.  He stopped immediately
and asked if I was OK.  I nodded and gasped that I was just VERY
sensitive.  In a way, it was like trying to decide how to remove a
bandage that's been stuck to your skin for days.  Do you do it slow and
easy or all at once to get it over with?  I chose all at once and asked
John to quickly pull his prick out of me.  He did and laid beside me.  I
groaned again from the intensity of the sensations in my cunt.  It was
still throbbing, it seemed, and any touch was more than I could stand.

My entire consciousness had been focused on my body and the cock plowing
into it.  Now it was as if the rest of the world was again coming into
view.  The first thing I became aware of was the overwhelming smell of
sex.  Next, I felt the wet sheet clinging to my body, mostly my ass but
my back and legs as well.  I moved slightly.  It moved with me.  I was
laying in a virtual lake but as yet didn't have the energy or the desire
to move from it.

I turned to John and told him there was a huge puddle underneath me.  I
was, in fact, embarrassed by it and apologized to him for it, knowing
that it was mostly the result of my juices.  I even wondered if I must
have become so immensely excited that I'd accidentally peed.  John
laughed and said he was happy that I had such a good time.  I turned
completely towards him. It felt funny when my body lifted from the wet
sheets and I groaned a little at the odd sensation.  I put my arms
around John, kissed him, and told him that I'd had a wonderful time, the
best ever.  If THIS was fucking, then I had NO idea what it was that my
husband and I did together.  There was simply no comparison.

If there was any doubt before, there was none now.  I was determined to
experience this again... and again.  I wanted to be fucked good, and
long, and hard... and often.

I rolled again onto my back, then quickly back again as the clammy sheet
seemed to reach out, almost, and latch onto my skin.  This time it made
me laugh.  I told John we needed to do something about it.  He smiled
and said he knew, and that he'd look after it.  This piqued my curiosity
and I asked him if he'd fucked many women here on the guest bed.  He
just grinned.

Eventually, I stood up.  My shaky thighs were practically stuck together
with cum, his and mine.  I looked at the bed and saw the huge wet spot
at it's center.  We had indeed caused a flood of sorts.  John also got
up and, between us, we stripped the sheets from the bed.  I found myself
staring at an equally large stain in the mattress.  I told him he
couldn't possibly put clean sheets back on because they'd just become
soaked as well.  He said he knew and lifted the mattress to turn it
over.  I helped him but, as we were doing this, I again noticed the
strong smell of sex.  John saw me curling my nose slightly and he
laughed again, then commented that he liked the smell but that we should
open the windows because his wife might not care for it, particularly
since she wasn't involved in creating it.

John took the sheets to the laundry room and I went to the bathroom,
very aware of the slickness of my thighs.  I was looking in the mirror
at the fabulously fucked woman staring back at me when John joined me. 
My hair was a tangled and matted mess.  The river flowing from my
swollen cunt had passed my knees and my once furry pubic bush was stuck
to my crotch.  My chest and face were glowing bright red.  I could feel
that the crack of my ass was also sticky with cum and that the dampness
from the sheet still clung to it, as well as to my back and legs.

In feigned anger I told John to look at what he'd done to me.  He
replied with a grin and some sort of patronizing and insincere apology,
then wrapped his arms around me from behind.  He held my breasts and
when his fingers brushed my nipples I had to stop him.  I quickly
grabbed his hands and pulled them away from my tender nubs.  The two of
us stood there and jointly cupped my tits while we looked in the mirror.

When he suggested that I should shower before going home I replied that
he had a way with the obvious but thanked him when he said he was going
for towels. I had the shower running and the water temperature adjusted
by the time he returned.  He set the towels down and climbed in after
me.  It was a reminder of the shower I'd taken with Tommy and Billy
after they'd fucked me.  I must have reacted to the memory because John
asked me what I was grinning about.  I'm sure I must have blushed, and
told him that my thoughts had gone somewhere else.

We washed each other.  I still marvelled at the size of his prick as I
ran a soapy hand up and down it.  John playfully warned me that I should
be careful or I'd get him started again. I told him that it was
something I didn't think I could finish and let go of his cock.  John
shampooed my hair then we rinsed and got out to towel each other dry. 
Kneeling down in front of him, I asked him to spread his legs then
rubbed the towel gently around his cock and underneath to dry his
balls.  Suddenly I was thinking that perhaps I COULD handle one more
fuck.  It was getting late, though, and another romp would probably mean
another shower.  My husband was waiting for me to come home.  I kissed
John's cock then stood up.  As I did, he wrapped his arms around me.  I
whispered softly that it had never felt like this before, that no one
else had ever fucked me so completely as he had.  We kissed, then
returned to the bedroom to put on our clothes.  I took one last, longing
look at his cock before he tucked it into his shorts.  The front of my
shirt was stil wet with my milk but I had to put it on.

John retrieved a set of clean sheets and we made the bed. Then he walked
me out to my car.  I opened the trunk and pulled my bra and other shirt
from my bag, then ducked back into the garage briefly to peel the wet
one off and finish dressing.  We kissed one more time and I headed for
home with a satisfied smile, even singing as I drove.  When I got in, I
freshened up and changed.  Before I could put on clean panties, though,
I had to spend a little time wiping my still-leaking pussy.  When I
undressed for bed that night, even the crotch of the fresh panties held
the telltale signs of John's cum, and my insides were still slick when
my husband mounted me for the obligatory Saturday night fuck.

I carried on my affair with John for years.  At first, we couldn't get
enough of each other.  We "golfed" together many times that summer then
found ways to get together in the off-season.  The following year we saw
less of each other.  Eventually, we got together only a couple times
during each summer, for a round of golf followed by a heated romp.

Before the following weekend came along, we were hot to have each other
again.  We'd talked on the phone a few times during the week, about
being together again, and how fantastic the sex was between us.  One
conversation got me so horny that I pushed my hand down inside my
panties and was fingering my pussy while we talked.  Breathlessly, I
excused myself, then came shortly after I hung up the phone.

This next weekend we cut our golf game short.  We had to get away from
the club before we did something that would give us away, and didn't
even bother changing in the locker rooms but went immediately to my car
and threw off our spikes then hopped in.  This time there were
definitely no restaurant plans in our agenda.  I drove a little ways out
into the country and found a secluded place to park.  As soon as I shut
off the engine, we were at each other, pulling at the other's clothes. 
I was quickly topless and pantyless.  John's pants were off and I
stroked his erect cock with one hand and clutched his head with the
other while he drank from my breast.  When he finally lifted his head,
he asked me to suck his cock.

Actually, I had anticipated that going down on John would only be a
prelude to mounting his cock.  We got carried away, probably because I
was so intent on getting as much of him as possible into my mouth.  I
cupped his balls and bobbed my head up and down on his prick, each time
trying to take a little more.  Still, there was enough of his cock left
over for me to firmly grip it with my other hand when he started
thrusting up into my mouth and causing me to gag a couple times.  I
lifted my head briefly and told him he had to sit still.

I was excited at the realization that I was now giving my first complete
blowjob.  Yes, I'd sucked cocks before.  Well.  I sucked Brad's, and I
had Tommy's in my mouth briefly as well.  I'd sucked John's last
weekend, too, but had never brought a man to completion this way, never
had anyone cum in my mouth.  Now, with John's balls in one hand and
prick in the other I went at him, sucking with a vengeance, knowing that
I'd soon be drinking his cum.

It wasn't long before I felt him tense.  His body lifted slightly in a
brief attempt, I suppose, to fuck my mouth.  I stayed in control,
though, firmly gripping his prick which quickly started to pulse.  Just
as quickly my control vanished as gobs of cum spewed from his cock.  Any
attempts at swallowing it all were in vain, although I tried.  My mouth
filled with his sticky, salty semen and, when it shot up into my nose, I
started gagging.  That's when I totally lost it.  I lifted my head and
cum drooled from my mouth down my chin.  John's still-pulsing cock shot
cum all over my face as I moved off him.  Now, coughing up cum, I
covered my mouth and quickly put my other hand over the end of John's
spurting prick.

By the time John finished cumming, I was a mess.  I couldn't even wipe
my face because both hands were covered in it.  Meanwhile, John had
recovered, taken a look at me sitting next to him, and was now laughing
uproariously at what must have been the forlorn look on my face.  I held
up my hands and looked at them, then peered down to my breasts at the
cum that had dripped or been shot onto them.  Those images combined with
the feeling of cum on my face and John's laughing got me laughing too. 
Soon, the two of us were simply histerical.

Feeling a little mischievious, I forced myself to stop laughing long
enough to grab John's face and kiss him hard on the lips.  When I pulled
back, his cheeks and his lips were slick with cum.  We started laughing
again.  In time, we settled down and our attention went to the task at
hand - cleaning up the mess.  John took the keys and went to the trunk,
returning with a towel.  Thankfully the spot I picked was very secluded
because he was still naked from the waist down.  He got back in the car
and wiped the sticky mess from my face, then from his own, and handed me
the towel so I could dry my hands.  I looked around us in the car, just
to make sure we hadn't made any messes that might be detected later.

After cleaning up, we sat next to each other and I snuggled my head
against his shoulder.  When I saw his cock laying limply against his
leg, I reached for it.  He jumped when I touched him, saying that his
prick was very sensitive after he came.  I continued to touch him, but
more gently.

John turned and reached for a breast, cupping and squeezing then,
eventually, turning his attention to the nipple, pinching and puling. 
My need to be fucked, which had briefly subsided, was quckly returning. 
Now I was stroking his prick, and feeling his erection return.  As soon
as he was hard enough, I turned and straddled his legs.  This time he
guided his cock up me as I held on to his shoulders, leaning slightly to
keep from hitting my head on the roof of the car as I started the ride
to my climax.

Quickly, our rhythms matched, him thrusting up into me as I pushed down
onto him.  Leaning forward, against him, I became acutely aware of my
nipples rubbing his chest as we fucked.  I slammed myself repeatedly
down on his pole, reveling at the depth of his penetration inside my
body and once again at the fullness he gave me in my cunt.

When my body started shaking I leaned back, tipping back my head and
closing my eyes tightly to concentrate on the invader inside me.  John
again had me cumming hard.  In leaning backwards I changed the angle of
our coupling, taking him as deeply inside me as possible.  Wave after
wave of climax attacked my body and again I could hear myself screaming
as if it were some disembodied voice emanating from everywhere around us
in the car.

Moments later John's hands were on my shoulders, pushing downward, hard,
as he jabbed up into my hole.  He threw his arms around me and pulled me
tightly against him, smashing my big tits to his chest as he unloaded
inside me.  At the end, I leaned against him and laid my head on his
shoulder to relax and enjoy the feeling of satisfaction and his
fingertips stroking my back.

We sat that way for a while, neither of us willing to move.  Finally,
the sound of a car passing nearby reminded us that we weren't in the
privacy of John's guest room this time.  As I dismounted, the feeling of
cum flowing from my cunt had me groping for the towel.  I found it and
quickly slapped it between my legs.  But the damage had been done.  The
seat beneath John was just as much a sticky mess as was my pussy.

This time I was the one who ventured naked to the trunk to get a towel. 
John dressed and I handed him the clean towel so he could sit on the
soaked, sticky seat.  After I returned, I wiped my cunt with the already
cum-soiled towel, then stood next to the car and got dressed.

As I drove, we mused over what to do about my car seat.  We ended up
stopping at his car dealership to use their steam cleaner that they have
mostly for preparing used cars for resale.  It relieved my mind about
residual cum stains and I was more careful after that whenever I got
fucked in my car.

There were saturdays when John had to work but we managed to get
together quite frequently.  There were a few more times when we made use
of his guest room and, occasionally, we'd get a motel room.  There were
also a couple times when he'd arranged to use the home of a friend.  I
was a little embarassed, though, because the friend would come to the
door and I knew that he knew why I was there.  It seemed like his stare
went right through me.  Leaving was even more embarrassing than
arriving, though, knowing he'd heard us, and feeling John's cum in my
pussy as we said goodbye to his friend.  Back then, things like that
bothered me.  Because of that, I didn't particularly enjoy using the
friend's home for our illicit get togethers.  So, after the second time,
we never went back.  Today it wouldn't bother me.  In fact, the idea of
it, that someone would know I was there for no other reason than to
fuck, would excite me.  And if, perhaps, they wanted to join in...
<smile>

Our old reliable standy was the car, though, and there were many times
that it was parked out in the country, bouncing, while I rode John's
cock through the gates of heaven. I also became MUCH more proficient at
sucking his cock.  I knew exactly the moment when I should back off so I
could swallow his cum with little or no seepage from between my lips. 
And the better I got at it, the more I liked it.  Now, I pride myself at
being able to keep a guy at a very critical edge for what I'm sure to
him seems like an eternity <smile>.  There are still times, though, when
the darned stuff seems to find it's way up my nose and I end up gagging
or coughing up cum.

Still, I love sucking cocks, now.  It's part of the give and take of
great sex.  I feel badly for those women who look at blowjobs as a
chore.  They and their partners are missing out on some of life's best
experiences.

This episode of my life's stories is dedicated to John, my first
long-term lover.  Thank you John, for expanding my sexual horizons, and
for the wonderful things you did with our bodies.

Anyone who would like to comment on any of my stories, ask questions
about them, learn more about me, or just say hello, is welcome to write
to me at gsnancy2@ameritech.net.

Sincerely,
"Nancy"


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