Don was the best customer in the bar. In fact, he was the only customer, but he seemed to be trying to make up for all those who were doing their duty at the Reserve meetings or playing cards, and fraternizing with their brothers down at the Moose Lodge. It was his fifth quart-size frosted mug of cold draft beer and he was noticeably pitched at a steeper angle over the wooden table scored with thousands of names and telephone numbers, some dating to the days when three digits was all the tiny town boasted. He knew how much Diane hated this place because of its well deserved reputation as a hangout for the town hell-raisers, but he didn't care. Besides, he was well on his way to another rip-roaring drunk.
He was in one of those stupid self-pitying moods that often come after the one-drink-too many, the kind you hate yourself for but you can't do a damn thing about it.
What if he had it all to do over, he wondered. Where would he be if he had never piled into Jake's new Chevy that spring afternoon for the drive south in search of a job? Where would he be today… rich? He doubted it. Worse off? Well, that was a definite possibility, without Diane around to keep him out of trouble.
He laughed aloud and the bartender cast him a suspicious look, but Don was already on his own private time-tunnel voyage back a few years… back to that crazy night when Lou Ann greeted them in her own special way and welcomed them to Evansboro… Where was she now, he wondered. Hah, maybe she married Jake… or even Tom! Or both of 'em. She was woman enough to do it!
That nutty spring evening she turned up alone at the big unfurnished house they had rented, pooling their resources to come up with enough for a deposit… was it really so long ago? Hell, that was a night he would always remember as vividly as yesterday… with a hard-on!
"Hey, Don, get the door, will 'ya! I'm trying to take a shower in this crummy little tub!" Jake shouted down from the head of the stairs. Tom was asleep on the floor in the dining room, sprawled on a makeshift mattress of dirty clothes in his undershorts and still sweating in the sultriness of this Carolina night.
"Yeah, yeah, all right… maybe it's the mayor with a key to the city," Don muttered irritably. Probably the sheriff, he thought cynically, with free transportation to the town limits.
He opened the door and switched on the porch light…
"Hi… you must be one of the new guys. I'm Lou Ann… Lou Ann Ledbeuer, and I just stopped by to welcome you to Evansboro." Don blinked and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand; he had been half asleep and he wanted to be sure that he wasn't seeing things. There was a slender teenage girl in the doorway, clad in what passed that summer for a uniform among the girls thereabouts – cutoff jeans and a man's T-shirt. Only most of the girls deferred to parental displeasure and wore a bra underneath… Lou Ann had nothing under hers. And it was excitingly obvious!
"Uh, thanks, Lou Ann," he mumbled nervously. "Do you want to come in?"
She glanced around the empty parlor – there was no furniture, just a few overturned boxes and a single burn-marred mattress. "Well… I guess it would be all right," she smiled impishly. When she stepped into the entry hallway, Don got a better look… she was at that delicate brink between the innocence of girlhood and the sexy charms of being a grown woman. But when it came to sheer sexiness… she was already there. She had a way of looking at you that made your pulse race like a shot of adrenalin, sleepy bedroom eyes that seemed to already be glazed with that heady kind of passion that some women seem to be born with.
She was a brunette, not overly pretty like a lot of extremely sensuous women, and her breasts seemed to be straining to burst through the white cotton sheerness of her T-shirt. Her nipples were hard and quarter-size, pink and crinkly under her thin garment.
Jake came to the edge of the stair rail upstairs, almost directly over their heads and shouted down. "Hey, who was it?"
Lou Ann glanced up first and Don saw her blush, but she didn't look away. He followed her line of vision upward and found himself staring up under the towel that Jake had thrown around his hips when he stepped dripping from the shower.
Jake looked down into her eyes and stayed close to the rail… he knew what she was looking at and he could read that glistening sparkle in her teenage eyes as well as Don.
"My, my… hi there, baby. What brings you to this den of wickedness?"
"I just wanted to welcome you to town," Lou Ann purred. "And I'm glad I came." She was staring right at the long thickness of Jake's cock, already hardening now as they had all been nearly a week without women.
"Come on up, honey, and we'll talk about… uh… things," he grinned wickedly. Just then Tom stumbled into the hallway, sleepy and disoriented. He saw the pretty young girl standing there and did an abrupt about-face, still in just his jockey undershorts.
"Oh, don't leave… I'm not embarrassed if you aren't."
She turned with a wink and started upstairs at Jake's invitation with Don and Tom right at her heels like faithful puppies. It was almost too fast, too unexpected, and they just looked at each other in wonderment and disbelief… was this a joke? A trick played on them by the town fathers? Or a setup? Was there a car full of deputies outside waiting to rush in and bust them for some unspeakable sex crime?
Only Jake rose to the occasion… he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever the circumstances. He tucked the edge of his towel inside the rest, but the bulge of his erection beneath it made it spill from his hips, leaving him naked right there in front of the young girl.
Coolly, she reached down for the towel at his feet and handed it to him. "I think you dropped this, honey."
"Thanks… but maybe I won't be needing it, right?" He cocked his head and looked sideways at her, trying to gauge her response before he went too far and found himself in trouble.
He reached out to her and took the bottom of her T-shirt in both hands and began to pull it up her slender girlish body. She merely looked at him with eyes smoldering warmly with adolescent desires.
He lifted her shirt until it stopped just under the firm curve of her ripely formed breasts, exposing the flat suntanned plane of her belly and the tiny dipping cleft of her navel. She looked at him wordlessly, but a dozen carnal thoughts and desires passed silently between their eyes… and she slowly raised her arms over her head in naked, unquestioning submission.
"You've seen all my secrets, Lou Ann… now I ought'a get a look at yours!" he breathed excitedly as he tugged her T-shirt up and over her breasts and then along her arms until she was naked to the waist. She crossed her arms sullenly, not over her breasts as most girls might have, but under them so that their ripe fullness was lifted even higher and her nipples turned up at him.
Don and Tom merely stood by speechless, their eyes bulging with excitement as they ogled the half-naked teenager who had popped into their lives so mysteriously and suddenly. She was slender but nicely built, with full delicious boobs that stood high and proud without her added support, the kind that never needed a bra.
Jake opened the snap of her beltless jeans and pulled them down over her trim girlish hips. Once clear of the slight bulge of her upper thighs, they fell to her ankles and she kicked them clear of her bare feet without looking down…
"These too," she whispered, her voice strangely hoarse with the rising heat of her girlish passion. Her fingers were in the waistband of her crisp white panties and Jake took them in both his huge hands and tugged them free… until she stood in front of the three men completely naked, like a teenage Venus!
She looked at Tom and Don, her face blushed with color but her composure hardly rumpled. "It isn't polite to keep a lady standing around alone with nothing on… how about you fellows? Or maybe you're bashful?" There was a mocking tease in her voice that only a budding adolescent can manage with aplomb… and Lou Ann managed it fantastically!
"You heard her, guys… get your clothes off before you hurt the young lady's feelings!" Jake laughed, already naked from his shower.
"Oh, I don't…" Don started to protest, but Jake silenced him with one cutting glance. Don was no coward, but Jake was the undisputed leader of the threesome, and both men knew that dealing with his temper would be far worse to endure than a brief moment of embarrassment. They undressed, Tom first since he only had his undershorts; Don discovered that he wasn't embarrassed at all… maybe it was something about Lou Ann's rousing sensuality, but he felt urgently proud of his nakedness, strangely exhibitionistic.
"A little closer, baby," Jake hissed at the small lithe teenager. "Let's see if you're just a prick-tease or what." He pointed to his cock and pushed down on her shoulders – he expected a fight, for after all she was still a country-town girl, but Lou Ann was no newcomer to satisfying men. She had had lots and lots of experience, most of it in the back seats of cars with three or four of the local high-school boys.
She winked mischievously and dropped to her knees, so close that the pink-tipped nipples of her breasts rubbed lasciviously down his hairy legs as she settled herself subserviently at his feet.
"Like this, honey?" She took his fully erect cock in her small anxious grip, squeezing it and easing back the fleshy thickness of his foreskin until the purplish, blood-engorged knob at its end came into view. There was a single glistening drop of semen there at the tiny glans and she licked it from his penis with a single teasing swipe of her small pink tongue.
"Yeah, sweetheart… just like that!" he coughed, grabbing her head around her ears and shoving his cock forward in one cruel savage lunge that speared right into the choking warmth of her throat…
Lou Ann gagged and shuddered and managed to talk around the thickly swollen erection that held her tongue to the floor of her mouth.
"Take it easy, honey… I'll suck it! I'll give you one helluva suck, baby! Just don't get mean!" she implored, holding his cock with both hands and licking it tenderly with her tongue. "But how about your friends… they might feel left out!"
"Yeah, that's right… come over here closer, you guys. Lou Ann thinks she's a match for the three of us!"
They moved in close around the kneeling naked teenager, their cocks inches from her face, and she took both of them in her warm gentle grip, one hand on each throbbing prick, and began to lovingly stroke them, back and forth, in a rousing hand-job that brought groans of pleasure to both the naked young men.
Lou Ann began to suck ravenously on Jake's lust-stiffened cock, swirling her tongue around the face-fucking thickness of it as it levered in and out of her ovaled lips. Her nose pressed into the thicket of pubic hair at its base and she managed, with only infrequent coughing chokes, to accommodate all of his good-size cock.
"That's the way… all three at once! And don't stop when I cum baby! I wanna' feel my load going right down your throat!" Jake hissed in feverish passion, his hands gripping her head and moving it back and forth on his distended erection as her lips and tongue moved incitingly around his prick.
She moved her head from side to side, turning her lips around the stiffened thickness of his prick as it slithered down her throat. Gurgling noises of animalish passion rippled from her lungs and her breasts danced nakedly as she wriggled at his feet, on her knees in a kind of circle between the three men.
Jake loosened his grip on her head, confident now that she needed no further roughness… Hell, she wanted it! She sucked his cock like an all-day sucker, licking and pulling at it until he moaned with exquisite pain.
He could feel the sharp ridges of her bottom teeth as his cock drew over her lips; her top lips curled in over her teeth and he could feel the taut elastic grip of her mouth around his achingly stiff cock.
His balls swung heavily, fast swelling to weighty fullness with the rising heat of his lust, and they bumped against her chin as she gulped and choked to get all of his cock between her ravenously sucking lips.
Lou Ann nuzzled her nose in the fleecy curls of his thick pubic hair, like an animal nosing its food before eating it, and her nostrils flared as she savored the virile pungence of his sweaty pelvis.
Her long tongue managed occasionally to squirm along the underside of his cock to lave caressingly at the leathery flesh of his balls and a grunting acquiescence rumbled in her throat as she sucked and sucked, hardly managing a breath as she gulpingly drew him closer to the gushing luridness of his climax.
"Oooooh, yes, baby! Suck it, honey, suck it… man, you've got million-dollar lips! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Jake chanted mindlessly.
Don looked down at the naked slender teenage girl at their feet, his loins heated with the carnal passions of this furtive act… it was so wildly spontaneous, so forbidden, that he had to clench his buttocks to hold back his ejaculation as she delicately pumped the length of his prick with her clenched fist.
Suddenly, Jake started to curse… a long, mindless spiel of empty curses and foul-mouthed obscenities as his pelvis began to hump back and forth in rapid staccato thrusts that signaled the onrushing flood of his viscous sperm.
His head went back and his voice seemed to spit from between his lips.
"Shit, shit… don't stop suckin', honey! I'm gonna' cum right down your throat! Yes, now… now!" He shuddered visibly and a groan of ecstasy started deep in his muscled belly and rippled up his chest until the empty house echoed with the impassioned moans of his naked, ball-emptying lust!
Lou Ann began to choke, but she managed to keep his gushing, flailing cock in her lips without missing a single stroke with the other two men. His cock stiffened and throbbed upward, pushing up against the roof of her mouth as his ejaculation neared… it started with a pulsing deep in his balls that she could feel against her chin, and as the rushing cum seared up along the length of his prick, she tensed and readied herself… until it began to spurt wildly down her throat, great gushing torrents of rich, cream like sperm that rushed hotly in great gulping mouthfuls into her belly.
On and on she sucked, grunting and moaning around his cock, and when he had emptied himself down her teenage throat, she waited long enough to lick the last traces of his semen from the sensitive purplish head of his now-flaccid prick.
Jake shuddered and then sighed with bestial relief as his rubbery prick slipped wetly from her mouth and smeared her lips and chin with the sticky remnants of his lust.
Suddenly, she turned her head to Tom's naked pelvis, still pumping lovingly on Don's cock, and the two men moved closer together, almost side by side, as she began now to finish the hand-job she had started… with a lip-smacking hungry suck!
Tom was momentarily stunned by her eager wantonness, but he quickly began a deep-thrusting tempo of face-fucking thrusts that brought tears of joy to the ravenous young brunette's fluttering eyelids.
He was close already just from watching her give his buddy head, but now he was nearly there… just the delicious warm sensation of her mouth closing around the achingly hard pole of his erection brought him almost to the shuddering brink of climax. And when her tongue began to swirl hotly around his cock, it was all over… and another mouthful of heavy rich cum sloshed down the young girl's throat! And still she wasn't finished… incredibly, she wasn't getting off her knees until she had brought them all the bliss she savored… the ecstasy of their viscous sperm gushing down her man-hungry throat!
"Look at her go! I'm a son of a bitch if I ever saw anything like it!" Jake admitted, his eyes bulging with disbelief as he watched her now go for Don's long thick cock.
Her eyes were closed as she sucked it between her ovaled cum-moistened lips and Don could feel the heat of her mouth around his desire-bloated prick, and the sloshing wetness of the other men's ejaculations still staining her lips and throat.
But that lurid incitement only added to the flames of sadistic lust that he felt in his belly and he grabbed her head and began to shove his cock hurtfully and mercilessly down her throat as she gasped and choked on the gagging stiffness. But she managed to swallow and relax her throat muscles and his cock slithered hugely down her gullet, lubricated obscenely with the viscous leavings of his buddies.
And when he came, it was in bucketsful, great heaving spurts of sperm that added to the sloshing luridness already in her tiny young belly. She could barely breathe, but she sucked and swallowed until he was completely drained and then and only then did she relax, sinking exhaustedly to the floor in a crumpled, naked heap.
Jake was ready again now, and he began to roll her onto her belly, struggling to lift her near dead weight until she was on her hands and knees.
She finally summoned the strength to aid him and she lifted herself and pushed her naked buttocks out at him in naked submission. The three men looked down at her on her knees there on the floor… already, her pussy lips were pouting and distended, moist and beaded with glistening dewdrops of girlish excitement.
"Yes, yesssss…" She was whimpering animalishly, her naked bottom waving and wriggling from side to side. "Fuck me… all of you! Fuck me until I can't stand up!"
Don laughed over his beer, trying without success to envision Lou Ann as a contented housewife with a couple of kids and a color TV to watch the soap operas on. It was a hopeless attempt… he could only imagine her naked and screaming with a cock between her legs, for that was the only way he saw her for three full days, until a sheepish, humiliated younger brother came with a message from her widowed mother.
Lou Ann laughed at the note, but she was soon on her way, out of his life for good, as by that time he had met Diane and was beginning the downhill-run of their courtship. And the marriage that seemed so close to bottoming now on the shoals and tearing itself apart like a gutted ship.
"You'd better take it easy on that beer, honey," the waitress purred, leaning so close that he could feel the rising heat of her ample bosom. When he turned his head, he could see right down between her large full breasts, into the tempting depth of her cleavage.
"Why? I came out to get drunk… and drunk I'm gonna' get!" he roared loudly, his voice sounding especially raucous in the big empty room.
The bar had a kind of Country and Western decor, complete with a jukebox filled with the latest out of Nashville, and one whole wall lined with autographed photos of C amp;W names, souvenirs of the owner's frequent trips to the home of country music. He liked to brag that he had spent about as many nights at the Grand Ole Opry as Grandpa Jones.
"I wasn't worried about you gettin' drunk, honey, but I didn't want the missus storming in here and blaming me. It wouldn't be the first time."
Don looked up fiercely but ruined his image with an unexpected burp. "Excuse me… maybe you're right, I'd better slow down. What time is it, anyway?"
"Almost nine… another hour before the crowd comes rushin' through those doors," she said almost woefully.
"Shit, I'll be flat on my ass in a half hour… but I did want to see my buddies," he mumbled thickly. He could feel her standing close to his side, close enough for his bare arm to sense the warmth of her curvaceous female body.
She took off her cocktail apron and tossed it casually onto the table beside him. "C'mon, handsome… let's go get some coffee and maybe you'll be in shape for another round."
Don started to argue hut realized that it was stupid so he pushed his chair back with his legs and stood up, bracing himself uncertainly against the edge of the table against the dizzying reeling that he knew was sure to follow… it did.
"Whoa, baby… maybe I'd better let you kinda' prop on me. C'mon, we can do it together," she purred. Don fell against her, resting a lot of weight on the tall bosomy blonde. She was strong and apparently practiced at maneuvering unsteady drunks, for Don found himself moving along quite briskly as if he had had nothing to drink at all. He missed the wink that she aimed at the bartender as they slipped amiably out the side door and onto Maple Lane.
Don instinctively started to turn left, toward the Blue Plate Diner that was also the town's contract bus station and consequently was open all night. It was the only place open after nine and usually a few late-nighters straggled in for a cup of day-old coffee or some greasy eggs and bacon and cold toast.
"No, honey… this way. No sense spending money in that dump when I've got the best coffee in town right over there." She pointed to an old wooden house covered with asphalt siding and split down the middle into two railroadflat apartments. Don tensed a little, his muddied thoughts gelling as he realized that he might be making a mistake. He was no hometown boy like the rest of the yokels around here; he had lived in enough big cities to recognize when he was being taken. He stopped dead in his tracks on the sidewalk, but the woman seemed to read his thought.
"I know, I know… you're wondering why I'm doing this," she whispered though there was no one else on the street. "Well, I'm wondering myself, but let's not ask questions. By the way, my name's Lucy… what's yours?"
"Don… Don Willard," he grinned boyishly. "And I'm ashamed of myself for thinking what I was thinking."
"It couldn't be any worse than what I'm thinking, honey," she giggled.
"No, not that… I ain't ashamed of thinking that. That's only natural with a good-lookin' woman like yourself. I was thinking something else… that you might be settin' me up to get rolled."
"Rolled? Oh, baby, you cut me deep… do I look like a criminal? Is this the face of a criminal, honey? Are these the lips of a thief?" she teased. Don leaned close to her and kissed her lightly on the lips and felt her shiver anxiously beneath her tight-fitting barmaid's outfit, a one-piece dress cut high on her voluptuous thighs.
The house was cluttered and in need of straightening but not dirty. Don was pleased, for there was little that he hated more than a dirtied woman's apartment, smelling of soiled panties and stockings and littered with tissues smeared with lipstick and crumpled undergarments Lucy's place was nothing like that; in fact, it even seemed to have a pleasant fragrance all its own, which he soon attributed to the vase of freshly cut flowers that sat on the dining table.
"Sit anywhere you can make a spot… I'll go put on the coffee," she said and turned to walk down the hallway that formed one whole side of the apartment. The former house had been split exactly down the middle, and the central hall, a feature in most of the area's old homes, had been halved into two narrow corridors framed with incongruous imitation walnut paneling.
Don watched her as she walked to the kitchen, the first time he had seen her in anything brighter than the dim light of the bar. If anything, she improved in the light… she was wearing no slip beneath the summerweight dress and when she paused in the kitchen doorway – deliberately? – he could see the stark outline of her thighs and hips beneath her clothes. It was strangely exciting, maybe more so than if she had been naked, and Don found that he was watching eagerly, hoping that she would turn sideways so he could get a glimpse of her large full breasts as well. She was older than he was, though only a few years. Not enough to be called an "older woman" but enough to be mysterious and exciting… Where had she come from and what had brought her to Evansboro? And why was she working tonight, of all nights, there to be with him as he pondered the inevitable destruction of his marriage. Was it fated? Was there the hand of someone else involved? He could only shake his head and wonder… and at the same time, he knew that he would never know the answer. Or that he would want to.
She came back with the coffee in a few minutes and he took his cup clumsily, nearly dropping the saucer when he forgot to grip it as well.
"You'll feel better when you get some of that stuff in you," she said. She held his hands with her own, steadying his shaky grip as he sipped the strong black brew.
He knew coffee was a joke when it came to sobering up a drunk. What was the line – Give coffee to a drunk and all you get is a wide-awake drunk! But still he felt better, more human, after a few swallows of the thick black coffee had settled uncertainly in his stomach.
"Aren't you having any? I hate to drink alone," he joked and then promptly proceeded to spill a trail of dark staining coffee down the front of his shirt and trousers. "Damn… I knew I was doing too well."
"Well, no harm done… just get out of those clothes and I'll clean 'em up. We waitresses are wizards at things like that. I've cleaned up a lot worse… some things I wouldn't even tell you about."
Don glanced around. "Right here?" he asked uncomfortably.
"Sure… I was married for six years until the bastard took up with a kid with swivel hips and a hunger for older men. I've seen all there is to see," she winked. "And besides… you've got on undershorts, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but…"
"C'mon, bashful… you'd go swimming at the pool with a lot less on, I'd bet. Let's get that coffee out of your clothes before it stains."
Don undressed nervously as she turned away. He felt uncomfortable yet perversely excited at the same time. He wasn't ashamed for her to see him. He knew that he had a nice body, hardened in all the right places from honest work. Only one thing… tonight it was hard somewhere else as well!
She pretended not to notice, but she caught the furtive downward glance and the slight turn of her lips as she saw the bulging ridge in his shorts. "Okay… I'll clean 'em up and put them in front of the oven to dry."
"Uh, yeah… where's the little boy's room."
She turned as she was leaving the living room.
"Oh… you need any help?"
"Not this time," he smiled, his cock nearly bursting out of his drawers. "Maybe later."
She winked again. "That's a deal."
She was already back when he finished in the bathroom, emptying his beer-bloated bladder of a night's accumulation of beer. She had loosened the first few buttons on her dress and one or two at the bottom as well, exposing deliciously the rich fullness of her curvaceous breasts and the milky smoothness of her white inner thighs. He couldn't help staring but Lucy didn't seem to mind… she opened another button, grinning invitingly up at him as she sat on the sofa.
He watched in rapt fascination as she unbuttoned her dress to the waist and he could see the soft curving swells of her breasts straining at the cups of her brassiere.
"Damn, they're beautiful!" he blurted with out meaning to. "Oh, I'm sorry… I guess I was just thinking out loud."
"Don't apologize, honey… that's the kind of thinking I like to hear." She finished opening the last button and waved him over to the sofa. "Kiss me, Don… kiss me, please!"
He leaned over her and kissed her on the full redness of her lips, smiling and trying to act nonchalant… like this kind of thing was everyday to him. The real truth was that he had never strayed in the years of marriage to Diane, not even once.
Don sat on the edge of the sofa and the waitress moistened her lips with a swipe of her tongue, at the same time grasping his hand and forcing it between her breasts. She squeezed her full voluptuous tits in together and he could feel their hotness crushing his opened hand.
Suddenly, she twisted around and stretched out on the sofa, bringing him down on top of her as she reclined. Her legs opened brazenly and then closed around his; he could feel the warmth of her crotch against his upper thigh as the bulging rigidity of his prick insinuated itself against the softness of her bare leg. She wore only panties under the opened dress and he could see almost all of her now, her slightly rounded little belly and her crisp white undies with just the faintest hint of a dark vee-shaped mound beneath them. His stiff erection ached inside his shorts and she caressed it with her thigh until both of them could feel the warm stickiness of his seminal secretions staining his drawers.
"Honey, you've got a nice hunk of cock down there… I'll bet it would like to wiggle between my legs, how about it?" she purred invitingly, still rubbing his cock with her leg. She threw her arms around him and kissed him anxiously, with the frenzied passion of a woman without a man, the special kind of almost legendary divorcee passion. Her body twitched in anxious eagerness and her hot tiny tongue wriggled between his teeth and played tug-of-war with his own until he forced his own down her throat. She sucked on it demonically, biting and nibbling at the fleshiness of it as she ground her crotch against his leg… the fervent heat of her steaming slit was like an iron against his thigh!
"Oh, baby… I can't wait any longer. Get out of your drawers and put it in me. God, put it in my cunt before I scream!" she choked.
Don pushed himself off her warm curvaceousness reluctantly, and modesty made him turn away from her as he stepped out of his jockey shorts. He turned back just as she lifted herself off the sofa and unhooked her brassiere – her breasts spilled free in a cascade of womanhood, huge resilient mounds of naked tit-flesh! She wiggled seductively out of her panties and lay back on the sofa, as naked as a jaybird for she hadn't been wearing stockings in the summer heat. His eyes were drawn to the pink caps of her nipples and he hungered to take them in his mouth and kiss and lick them until she groaned with desire.
She smiled up at him, her breath shallow and irregular as she stared numbly at the rigid beauty of his erection, long and hard as it jutted from his crotch. Her legs parted and Don could see the hair-rimmed slit of her pussy, already pouting and beaded with tiny dewdrops of moistness.
"Mmmmm, baby… I knew you'd have a nice big one! I knew it!" she gasped appreciatively and wiggled against the back of the sofa to make room for him.
Don crawled in beside her, resting his hand gently on the warm swell of her hip. His fingers moved down the voluptuous curve to the firm cheeks of her buttocks, smooth and unblemished like a teenager's behind. She was hot and quivering against him and she hungrily searched again for his lips and kissed him with renewed animalish desires.
"Oh, hurry, lover… we don't have a lot of time and I want you in me as long as I can have it!" She reached down between their naked bodies until her trembling fingers brushed the blood-engorged thickness of his erection. Her fingers encircled it tenderly, lovingly and she squeezed it fondly in her palm.
Don groaned from the exquisite pressure of her fingers around his cock. It had been a long time since he had known a moment like this, for marital sex, no matter how good, was never as wickedly thrilling and exciting as a romp in the bed with a stranger. The joy of discovery, the thrill of arousing passion in someone you don't know… it was a thousand times better than sex with his wife, and he knew it!
Her aroused feminine nakedness squirmed against him and he shivered at the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. Her wriggling loins rubbed against his and he felt her thighs clamp, hotly around his cock as if she wanted to trap him and hold him for her naked lusts!
Suddenly, she pulled at his shoulders, urging him onto her full squirming nakedness. He obliged willingly and her thighs splayed widely around his lean muscled hips.
"Mmmmm, you're so strong and hard! Fuck me, honey, hurt me with your big hard dick! Hurt me soooo goooodd!" she begged, tears of desire actually trickling from her fluttering eye lids. Her hands were everywhere, caressing, touching, searching all the secret masculine hollows of his firm muscled body as his prick jutted upward between her thighs. The knobbish head of his cock rubbed incitingly over the pouting moist lips of her, vagina and she squirmed upward against his hard young torso; she ground her loins invitingly up at him in anxious arousal. She reached between her legs and wantonly spread the fleshy labial lips of her cunt, allowing him greater access to the flowering heat of her cunt.
"Now, lover, now!" she whimpered, beads of perspiration forming on her neck and trickling down between her huge full breasts. She ripped at his back with her nails in an act of unspeakable frustration and wriggled her pelvis under him so that his cock plowed the naked steaming slit of her pussy like a paddle through rich warm cream!
She had to have him… she had to have him now!
Her legs moved hungrily open and she doubled her knees back hard against her breasts. Her legs snaked around his hips and tightened against the sides of his firm youthful body.
"Oooohhh, yess! Yes, now… now, lover! Put your big cock between my legs, honey… fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she cried, her lips trembling and her eyes clenched shut as she suffered through that moment of every woman's passion… the instant before penetration when it doesn't matter who her lover is, or what his color or shape or age. All that matters is that thick hard piece of meat dangling between his legs… all that matters is his prick!
Don, tried, to reach for his cock to direct it between the soft pink lips of her pussy, but Lucy was so anxious that she beat him to it… both her hands surrounded the lust-stiffened flesh of his long hard cock and worked its purplish head into the naked warmth of her cunt, spreading the pliant fleshy lips as she moaned in tremorous passion under him.
He gasped pleasurably as he sensed the first nibbling pressure of her labial lips as his cock rode up between her thighs and into the liquid warmth of her twat. He felt her dark fleecy pubic hair around the naked shaft of his prick and he knew that she was ready for him… Man, was she ever ready!
"Now, Don darling, now… stick it in me!" she shrieked, pounding on his back with her fists and kicking at his buttocks with the soles of her bare feet as her legs closed around him.
He surged into her with the strength of a hard right jab, throwing everything he had into the deep-thrusting penetration of his lust-stiffened erection. He groaned as he felt the warm clasping grip of her pussy tighten deliciously around the thick blue-veined, hardness of his cock, and he bored deeper between her splayed soft thighs, deeper and deeper until the head of his prick battered the sensitive depths of her womb and she gasped and moaned in that exquisite heady mix of pleasure and pain that's sex at its finest!
"Aaaaawwww, yessss!" she hissed through half-closed lips, clenching and unclenching the muscles in her thighs and buttocks to better squeeze the wondrous stiffness of his long virile cock.
Don gasped and thought in astonishment… She's gotta' be thirty-five, maybe even forty, but she's got a twat like a teeny-bopper! Man, what a cunt, what a beautiful tight hot cunt!
Don gasped from the indescribable hot tightness of her pussy as his lust-stiffened erection surged into the yielding heat of her belly. She was SO tight around his desire-hardened cock that he gritted his teeth to keep from yelling, but his deep, skewering strokes soon were lubricated by the gushing warmth of her love juices and his deep punishing strokes slithered easily in and out of her rubbery cuntal grip, though he crammed every inch of his stiff young cock into her twat until his balls slapped into her hairless butt-cleft.
He hadn't even known her a few short hours before, and less than thirty minutes earlier, he hadn't known her name… but now she whimpered and writhed under him with feverish passion, naked and lusting as he lucked her wantonly, savagely. She was as livid and tremorous as a virgin tasting her first inch of cock and she mewled and purred incessantly beneath his weight now as her loins ground salaciously up to meet his deep passion-stirring strokes.
Don wondered if it was all the beer that he had consumed or whether perhaps it was Diane's revelation about the baby. Or the loss of his job that soured him on everything. Whatever it was, he was experiencing a thrilling surge of unaccustomed sadistic desires… he wanted to hurt her, to brutally fuck her with his long hard cock until she screamed and pleaded for mercy! And he knew he could do it… that age-old story of man's universal dominance over woman. He could hurt her, make her scream and cry, and she was powerless in the sex act to get even. Man would always be victorious, for it was the way of the cosmos… man was the master and woman the lust-slave of his cock!
His breath came in deep, furtive gasps and he ground his potent loins down hard against the fervently aroused softness of her steaming cunt. He was surprised at the strength that she possessed, and she bucked and arched under him with amazing staying power, grunting and moaning as she moved toward the screaming cataclysm of her climax!
Her legs strained to hold him, her ankles locked around his back so that they writhed and squirmed as, one, flesh against naked flesh, as every delicious thrust of his hugely stiffened cock brought her closer… closer!
She gripped him incredibly tight with the insides of her white creamy thighs, scissoring them frantically in rhythm with his brutally impaling thrusts. Her whimpering mews of animalish pleasure had degenerated into a long low whine now as her pore in her body, every cell, every inch of naked flesh, rose in the shuddering crescendo of her orgasm.
Until…!!
Her whole body came off the sofa and she began to spasm hotly under him, gasping and grunting, her eyes bulging and glazed. "OH… OH!… AAAAGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUMMIINNGG!" she screamed inhumanly, rattling the windows in the small apartment. Don was momentarily afraid that her noise would bring the neighbors but he forgot his fears as the moist soft plane of her crotch squirmed under his pelvis with lustful ferocity. He felt the unbelievable feverish heat of her nakedness under him, such mounting torridity that it seemed as if their bodies would fuse together as one, Lucy groaned and choked with the agonizing pleasure of her climaxing desires, her feet rising up his back and her toes curling in the longish length of his hair. She shuddered convulsively, her hips quivering as the carnal gurgling of her lust finally died down in her throat. And finally she was still, very still as if her whole life had ebbed away in the furious exhaustion of her lovemaking.
"Damn, damn, damn… I've never had anything like that, baby! You're somethin' else honey," she breathed, her naked breasts rising and falling as her lungs ached for air. His cock was still hard and still in her cuntal grip, though it felt to him as though he had dipped it in a bucket of heated oil as her orgasmic juices flooded him and trickled down her buttocks onto the sofa.
He started to pull out of her and she grabbed him frantically. "Mmmm, not yet… let me feel you there a minute longer. Baby, you're still so hard… what a lover!"
"Thanks… you ain't so bad yourself."
"Oh, but I really mean it… Listen, honey, if you can sneak out of the house, you can come see me anytime. Day or night, baby, just ring the bell and I'm yours! You can call me ahead of time and I'll be naked for you… I mean it!"
"I appreciate the offer, Lucy," he said, sober now from the sweaty bout of loving. "But I reckon we'll be leaving pretty soon. I'm getting laid off over at the plant."
"Oh, no! Say you don't mean it. I find one man in this dump who knows what a woman likes… and now he's packing up!" she wailed. "How soon? Will I see you again?"
"I don't know. I've got another week at the plant and then… well, who knows. There's a problem with the ol' lady."
"You want to talk about it?"
"Naw, not really… it's my problem and I'll have to come up with the answer I suppose."
She kissed him tenderly and pushed his shoulder up from her. "Take it out, sweetie… Lucy's got a surprise."
"Huh?"
"Take your cock out of me and lie down here on the sofa… I'll be right back." He did as she said, raising his lean body up and letting his cock slip from her cuntal tightness with a lewd slurping sound of reluctance.
Still completely naked, she hurried from the room and a moment later he heard the sound of a toilet flushing and the water running in the bathroom. She returned with a washcloth and a plastic pail of water.
"Stretch out on your back and close your eyes… just relax 'cause this ain't going to hurt one bit." She kneeled beside the sofa and began to wash his genitals lovingly, letting the warm water, scented with bath oils, drip onto the jutting stiffness of his cock, still sticky with her love juices and down between his legs to the leathery heaviness of his sperm-laden balls. She washed him everywhere, his balls, his cock, his thighs, even the hairy furrow of his ass, and through it all Don sighed as her fingers deftly went about their loving task.
She put the pail and cloth aside and began to lovingly stroke the fleshy outer skin of his cock, rolling it up and down between her fingers until Don was sure he would come in a geyser of white sticky semen. His pelvis began to move up and down as she pulled powerfully at his blue-veined rigidity, bringing groans of cocklust to his lips.
But then she leaned further over him and breathed hotly on the purplish, bulbous head of his prick. Suddenly she licked it… a long slow swipe of her tongue that encircled the whole head and moistly laved the tiny slit in the end. She moaned almost as loudly as Don when her lips ovaled around his cock and she took him ravenously into her voracious mouth.
To Don, it was like a warm moist condom being drawn tightly over his fully erect cock and he shivered lustfully as her warmly clasping lips clung to the length pole of virile hardness, encasing his prick in a rousing pressure of fantastic excitement. He nakedly squirmed beneath her as she brought rippling shudders of undiluted lust to his loins.
He groaned under her and pushed his pelvis up, burying his cock in the hot warmth of her throat, for Lucy had that special knack of swallowing just at the right moment. And instead of gagging and sputtering as Diane did the one time that she had tried this, Lucy relaxed her throat and the full throbbing length of his prick slithered down into the exquisite velvety grip of her throat.
Don lifted his head enough to see what she was doing, and see he did! Her lips ovaled wide around the circumference of his naked erection as it disappeared into the moist cavern of her mouth and slid down into the buttery-smooth tunnel of her throat. Her hands as they gently caressed the swollen roundness of his balls. Her nostrils flared as she breathed anxiously, awaiting the gushing eruption of his virile young stallion!
Lucy could feel the bloated pressure of his seething passion against the palm of her hand as she caressed his testicles and her tongue swirled incitingly around and around his prick, her tonguetip flicking teasingly into the tiny slit at the head.
He saw her cheeks hollow with the exquisite pressure of her ravenous sucking, her neck stiffened and veined from the exhausting exertions of her wanton act of fellatio. Again and again she sucked him as though every mouthful of tasty cock was the food that would save her life and every time that she gulped and sucked, his achingly stiff prick was swallowed deliciously down her throat in a slithering thrust of unspeakable ecstasy!
Lucy whined and breathed around the mouthfilling thickness of his cock, her own sexuality rising again in a near-crescendo as she relished the peak of carnal delight that she was bringing this naked man.
Not missing a single stroke in the lascivious fellatial rhythm that she had established, she climbed onto the sofa and knelt over him, sucking his prick even deeper now down her throat. Her muscles there were like a thousand tiny fingers, hotly massaging the naked flesh of his cock and urging him closer and closer to gushing, sperm-spurting climax. She reached under his buttocks and lifted him, sucking frenetically, swallowing and gulping like a ravenous animal as she sucked him with such ferocity that he gasped from the exquisite pain.
"God, Lucy… here I go. Now, baby, now suck it, honey, I'm gonna' cum right down your throat!" he coughed as she lightly squeezed his balls, milking the seething sperm up from his scrotum and along the long thick stiffness of his penis. He gasped and choked under her slavishly erotic sucking, her tongue and lips working at a feverish pace around his blood-engorged cock. And then he came… with the gushing ferocity of a stud bull!
There was a single spurt to clear the way, a rushing mouthful of sperm that raced up from his balls along the achingly sensitive length of his cock and sloshed from the head into the hungrily gulping depths of her throat. Lucy nearly gagged on his orgasm, amazed at the bulletlike intensity of his erupting sperm, but she managed to swallow every drop of the precious life-giving liquid, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate his enormous capacity. She didn't stop swallowing until the last solitary drop was down her throat and then she licked his cock clean, giggling as he shivered when her tongue encircled the super-sensitive head.
She stood up, her huge naked breasts swinging like twin pendulums. "Now, honey, now you can get up… I couldn't leave you with that hardon. You might'a gone out of here and raped somebody. Get dressed now, it's about time for the rush back at the bar. But your drinks are on me for the rest of the night… anything you want, you big-dick rascal!"