Judy was determined to keep her visit to L.D.'s house casual and decided to wear a rust-colored jogging suit. Tossing the matching jacket over her arm, she bounded down the stairs just as the doorbell rang. Judy went to the door in a flurry of nerves. She had told herself that her response to L.D. had been normal, nothing special, except her inner reaction to the sex they'd enjoyed. It was important to remember who he was and how easily he drew women. And how easily he left them.
She was determined to channel their association into a careful friendship – albeit a close friendship. After all, there was Beth to think of. Judy knew that if she wanted what was right for Beth, she had to keep her involvement with L.D. amicable. Lightly friendly, no strings. Feeling herself settle, Judy opened the door.
L.D. wore dark brown chinos and a bone-colored sweater. His physical attraction hit Judy instantly. She had known one or two other men who possessed this elemental pull. The greatest dance partner she'd ever had, Alexis Bronff, was one, and a choreographer she'd worked with in the company was another. She recalled, too, that for them there had been women – never a woman – in their lives. Be careful, her brain flashed. Be very careful.
"Hi." Her smile was friendly, but the wariness was in her eyes. "How are you?"
"Fine." With a slight pressure on her fingers, he stopped her from continuing down the porch steps. They stood almost precisely where they had stood the night before. Judy could all but feel the lingering energy in the air. Looking at him, she met one of his long, searching gazes that sent a wet ooze from between leer cuntlips to dampen the crotch of her panties. "How are you?" he asked.
"Fine," she managed, feeling foolish.
As if satisfied by her answer, L.D. turned and they walked to his car. A fascinating man, Judy decided, more intrigued than ever.
L.D.'s house was three miles from Judy's and stood high above the town, on a sandy ridge, over looking the rich farmland. It had always seemed an abandoned mansion to Judy, but now she saw a living house. The windows sparkled, catching the sun. There were no flowers yet to brighten the serious face of the house, but the lawn was neatly tended.
It was as awesome as Judy had pictured. The ceilings in the entrance hall were 20 feet high. A wide staircase curved to the left, the banister polished to a mirror-like finish.
L.D. took her on a tour of the house. Although far from finished, enough had been done to indicate how thoughtfully the restoration was being done. Judy wondered who kept all the woodwork gleaming and the rooms tidy. She met the person in the kitchen. A small, trim man, his name was Dennis Biggs, his manner European, and his accent British. Judy was impressed.
As soon as they were out of earshot, she asked L.D., "He takes care of all this?"
"Perfectly," L.D. answered with a smile. "With a little extra help from time to time." He led the way to the parlor. "Well," he said, "what do you think of it?"
"Oh, L.D., it's perfect," she said admiringly. "You seem to know exactly what's needed."
He moved to stand close to her and she edged away. Too soon, she told herself. Too fast. Remember who he is.
Then his hand was on her waist and he turned her toward him. Involuntarily, her arms reached to circle his neck as he drew her close. Her mouth molded to his; their bodies were pressed together; his hands reached down and cupped her asscheeks through the soft material of the jogging suit. Her nipples were hard, like two tiny berries boring through her sweatshirt. A hot cream oozed from her cuntlips.
But then sanity returned and she struggled free. "What about Dennis Biggs? He's in the kitchen." Judy turned to move away, but he took her arm. "Please, L.D., we're not alone."
"He's going to town and will be gone for hours." L.D. went from the parlor to send Dennis on an errand. Soon the backdoor slammed and a car motor started. L.D. came back, "He's gone. Now we have all the house to ourselves."
She felt his hand on her arm, then on her hip, and she made no move of resistance this time. Then L.D. was moving closer, and Judy could hear his breath in her his body moved up in front of her. His hands ran up under her sweatshirt and cupped her firm breasts. He rolled them around on her chest, much more gently than the way Bill Johnson had handled her.
Judy felt the length of his cock slotted into the groove between her twin cheeks. His prick was thick and hot and hard already. He pressed harder against her. Judy, swore she could feel the huge head of his cock on the small of her back. L.D. humped his prickshaft up and down slightly, rubbing her with it through her clothes.
This was crazy, Judy realized. She had only known him for so short a time. Yet, he was so gently. Judy couldn't have stopped him if she'd wanted to try. She had no power of resistance. She wanted him to go further.
L.D. obliged her by running his hands down over her front as far as her thighs. He squeezed the taut flesh of her legs then slipped his hand quickly under the waistband of her jogging pants. He was pulling them, and her panties, down, hauling them down her thighs till they were stretched there between her legs. He tugged them down farther and let them drop to the floor.
Judy was so excited. She wasn't doing anything. She was just standing there quite passively. And she was letting L.D. pull her clothes off. She even stepped from the tangled mess obligingly. She sensed him falling to his knees behind her. He gripped her hips and turned her around to face him.
Judy let him do as he liked, a strange thrill running through her. She felt his breath on her furry triangle, then his lips. Suddenly, his tongue was all over her, licking, scraping. His mouth moved all over her lower belly and upper thighs, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling lightly. His fingers dug into her swollen cuntlips and spread them wide. His tongue poked into her pink hole and licked up and down.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped, though she was trying her very best to keep quiet. His tongue had found her clitoris and was lapping at the little button.
Her knees buckled, and she was slipping to the floor. She fell on all fours on top of him, pushing him back. His face was now buried between her legs, licking, kissing, probing. His tongue lashed at her clitty and went lower, to the furry slice of her pussy. He slipped a finger quickly into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, sagging forward onto her elbows. She rested her head on his coat and thrust her ass up high into the air. He spread her cuntlips wide and slobbered into the pink slit.
Judy could hear him grunting. She could hear the wet sounds of his mouth licking and sucking between her legs. But he didn't say a word. He didn't speak. He fingered her cunt and poked his tongue about on her furry cuntlips. He shuffled and snorted, driving her crazy with his wild mouth.
And then suddenly his finger was gone; he scooted out from under her. She heard him panting, and then she heard the unzipping of his fly. The hard wet head of his cock poked her thigh and she gasped. She spread her legs wider. Her pink slit winked at him through its fur-cover invitingly.
L.D.'s cockhead nudge about under her tufted cunthair. Then he was lodging his prick inside her and driving forward, burying four or five inches of cock at one thrust. He crawled closer behind her on his knees and rammed the rest of his big cock into her pussy. Judy sighed deeply, closed her eyes and breathed into the carpet. She knew she had eight or nine inches of cock inside her.
"Nnnnnnn! Mmmmmfff!" he grunted. He began fucking her from behind, driving his prick in and out of her cunt with even lunges. Judy kept her ass in the air, letting him fuck as deep as he wished.
Occasionally she heard distant voices. This momentarily broke her concentration until she realized it was the radio playing in the kitchen. She felt herself cumming already. The tell-tale sparks were flying in her thighs and belly. She reached under herself, poking a finger against her clit.
L.D. bucked and lunged against her, burying his cock time after time. But after maybe three minutes, he stopped, and much to her disappointment he pulled his cock all the way out of her aching cunt. Judy was about to protest when she felt him repositioning his knees on the carpet and then the cockhead pressing back into her fiery hole.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped. She could barely believe what was happening to her. Her cunt seemed to be melting. She was cumming, over and over again, as he pumped in and out of her pussy.
A giant glob of molten cum burst free up her cunt, and another. L.D. was fucking her furiously, and his cock was spurting jet after jet of sizzling-hot cream. Judy whimpered into the carpet, flopping her face from side to side. And she accepted the globs of cum gratefully. It was exciting, getting fucked doggie-style in the house she'd always admired. She was loving every minute of the fucking she was receiving. It thrilled her to feel the hot jism squirting deep into her cunt tunnel. Her womb was bathed in the gooey liquid.
Another wad of cum broke free, and another. Each time L.D. buried his cock up her cunt, it spurted. Wad after wad sprang into her gaping hole. And as he pulled back, cum glistened and gleamed on his cock like silver paint. Cum poured from her cunt hole and rolled down over her taut clitty.
Strings of cum began to drool down the insides of her thighs. Her lovely golden legs were streaked with jizz, and soon her knees were sitting in puddles of the stuff. One elastic string dangled down from her open cunt, swinging and pouncing in the air as he thrust steadily into her hot cunt hole. It lengthened and stretched until it snapped across the carpet.
"Nnnnnnnnnn! Ggggnnnnnnn!" he grunted, and he bucked forward again, spraying her already clogged cunt hole with yet another hot jet of cum. He fucked his prick into her pussy roughly, and her whole body shook and trembled beneath him.
L.D. shot a couple more hot jets of goo up her cunt and then continued fucking her for the better part of three minutes. His balls smacked against her oozing cuntlips evenly. Then finally he came to a stop and sighed deeply in her ear. He sounded almost apologetic, as if he was sorry for what he'd done to her.
Judy tried to look behind her to let him know that she had enjoyed herself, and was still enjoying herself. That she had enjoyed getting fucked in the parlor. But he held her down, clung to the back of her neck with a loving hand. It was as though he didn't want her to look into his face.
He was pulling his cock from her cunt; as his prick slipped free, Judy felt the cool air swirling into her gaping pussy. Her cunt tunnel felt as though it measured over an inch in diameter. It was suddenly very empty. Cum slithered and oozed from her pink slit obscenely.
He was grunting and snorting behind her, and she could hear him rearranging his clothes, stuffing his cock and balls back inside his pants. He rubbed his hand up and down her back a couple of times, then stood up and without saying a word, helped her to her feet.
"Judy, do you really think we can walk away from what's already between us?" L.D. asked. "You're so perfect for me."
"Yes. I think we have to go slow, maybe not walk away from this thing between us. I feel an attraction like I've never felt before, but we have to slow down. The only real thing between us is Beth. Things would be simpler if we'd both remember that."
"Simply put our feelings aside. Is that what you're saying?" his voice was calm… almost too calm. "I don't think you're the sort of woman who'd be satisfied with simplicity."
"You don't know me," she retorted.
"Perhaps not, Judy," he agreed pleasantly, "but I will." The iron determination of his tone was not lost on Judy. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs and in her nipples.