As the weeks went by and winter started to fade, Leo found more and more excuses to be away from home. Left almost entirely to my own devices, I was on the road constantly, hitching for fuck after fuck.
Added to the sheer thrills I was getting, I had the added satisfaction of knowing that I was getting even with that bastard Leo. Revenge was not normally my bag, but in this case I felt like I was justifiably repaying him for all the misery he had caused me over the years. I hated to think of the pitiful wreck I would be if I just stayed home and grieved in a sexless vacuum while he got his jollies elsewhere.
Had I been a typical wife, I would have gone through hell feeling certain I'd been thrown over for a younger woman. I'd seen those coeds out at the university, and most of them were saucy, young knockouts. Under normal circumstances, thinking of my husband fucking one of those cuties would have made me feel dried out and useless.
As it was, I reveled in the games Leo and I were playing with each other. Where most women would have been frustrated silly by a husband that never fucked them, I used it as an opportunity to find more thrills.
Where most wives would have been sickened by a husband whom they were sure was cheating on them, I was exhilarated. At least if Leo and I couldn't be happy fucking each other, we could be happy by knifing each other in the back by screwing others. Every spasm of orgasm I felt from a stranger was also a spasm of sweet revenge.
The only problem was that I was insatiable. The more bizarre the sex I had was, the kinkier I wanted it.
I had fucked and sucked men, women and animals. I had fucked myself with my own dildo, and sucked my own cunt to climax. I had done it all. Gradually I started to wonder how I could, top myself.
I dreaded the idea of repetition. My whole point in going into hitchhiking for sex had been to beat the system. A dreary, boring system of a respectable middle class marriage.
Searching for a part of the city in which I had not yet traveled, I prowled the streets hoping a geographical change of scenery would spark the sexual revelation which I was seeking. On sheer instinct I stuck my nose into filthy alleys and dingy bars looking for a clue to stop my growing restlessness.
If my impulses had told me to get down on my hands and knees and blow a vomit-stained wino, I would have done it. At this point I didn't feel I could afford to go against my better judgement.
I had never realized how complex the city was. In the slums, crumbling buildings rotted away, their aging timbers housing hordes of impoverished families with no place better to go crime was rampant, larcenous children running through the streets like scurrying rats after they had snatched somebody's purse.
The deeper I got into the slums, the more careful I became, knowing that a mugging could put out my lights for a long time. The last thing I wanted was to be dead or laid up when I could be sucking and fucking.
But, still, despite my paranoia, I was fascinated by the whole experience of prowling the city's mean streets. I'd never known such sights and sounds existed.
Cars passed and I was offered rides, but I always declined. A lot of the drivers were attractive, especially a razor-thin pitch-black bull-dyke who offered to eat my pussy, but I kept on going, searching for some new experience that I hoped would liberate me from frustration.
In fact, perhaps it was because there were so many offers that I steadfastly said no. It was all getting to be too easy. Anybody could just lay back, spread their legs and fuck. It took a real woman to do more, to look for the real sexual challenge.
Craving my sexual summit, I went further into the city, walking the streets looking for something I couldn't describe. The neighborhoods started to thin as I approached a commercial district. The streets were teeming with life.
My eyes bugged out at the scantily clad women walking up and down the street and lounging in doorways. Hookers! With their tits practically falling out, and either miniskirts just covering their crotches, or hot pants caught up their cracks.
Incongruously dotting the seedy landscape, expensively dressed businessmen from uptown solicited them before they went home to their homes in the suburbs. As I watched such a conversation from across the street, I imagined what they were saying.
"How much for a straight lay?"
"Twenty. Ten more if you want me in the ass."
"How much to swallow my cum?"
On and on it went in my mind as I strolled through the sordid paradise. As my thighs brushed together while I was walking I could feel them getting itchy. Something was stirring in my crotch.
After the hookers, a series of seedy dives spilled all over a couple of blocks called The Strip. The air reeked of grass and whiskey and rock music as the joints blared their smells and sounds out onto the street.
I looked inside one and saw a naked girl dancing on the bar, her pussy being eaten out be a drunk patron. The rest of the place was going wild, cheering him on. She practically sat on his face, enveloping him with her hairy cunt.
The twitching in my groin increasing, I walked on. In an alley I saw a girl not out of her teens on her knees giving a drunk a blow-job. He was so smashed he could hardly stand up, but he still came like a geyser in her mouth. Cum dripped from her freckled face as she turned around toward me when I walked by.
My pussy jumped when I saw her angelic face sticky with sperm. My instinct told me that what was waiting around the corner might even be better.
Suddenly I walked into darkness. Apparently my intuition had failed me for the first time. The block around the corner from The Strip seemed desolate.
But I walked down it despite my misgivings, unable to stop trusting my impulses no matter how bleak the immediate prospects seemed. Behind me I could hear the diminishing din of the honky-tonks, the mingled roar of rock'n'roll mingled with shouts of "Take it off".
Ahead of me there seemed only bleakness. Probably I'd entered the warehouse district, a no-man's land of seediness. But, still, I kept walking, some inexplicable force driving me on.
A block and a half later I stopped to get my bearings. The rowdy sounds of the joints were now a tinny whisper as the night started to close in. I put my collar around my ears, trying to ward off the fog starting to roll in.
Then, as I started to move on, the click of my heels was accompanied by a soft squishing noise. I stopped, cursing that I had probably stepped on some dog shit.
But when I looked, my shoes were clean. And, besides, the squishing was in the air again and I wasn't moving.
It wasn't coming from the sidewalk or the street. I looked toward the building on my left as the only alternative source. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a doorway there. Focusing at it through the misty air, I moved slowly toward it as the squishing sound increased in intensity, turning to slurping.
There were two people in the doorway. Yes, I could definitely make them out. One of them was crouching.
No, he was on his knees.
Five steps closer and I saw why. He was sucking another man's cock!
"Oh, Bruce," I heard a deep voice moan, "suck me… suck me hard… suck me until I come."
Fags!
I ran down the street, confused and upset. Stopping to catch my breath, I suddenly came upon the sight of the pale moons of somebody's ass being split with along, stiff prick.
The ass was hairy. A man's ass.
Skirting the two guys cornholing, I crashed against the garbage cans they were hiding behind and ran out into the middle of the street. No sooner had I stopped than I suddenly had to move again, this time for my life. A pair of headlights came out of nowhere, moving straight toward me.
Finally I fell to the pavement and rolled over to the gutter, watching a car rumble over the exact spot where I'd been standing.
Thea it stopped at the opposite curb, about fifty yards down the street. The lights dimmed off… then on… then off again, like the driver was making a signal.
I watched with fascination as the blinking headlights suddenly drew a small crowd of men around the car. Where had they come from? I realized they had to have been just sitting and waiting for something like this.
Then, abruptly, the door to the car swung open. One of the men in the street got inside and the car went down the block with its lights still off and parked. When the men in the street disappeared, I moved in the darkness toward the car, determined to see what was going on inside.
As I pressed my nose against the window, my eyes filled with the image of a man's cock sliding in and out of another man's mouth.
I bolted upright and reeled as though I'd been slugged. More fags.
There was no doubt about it – I'd wandered into the city's notorious homosexual cruising zone concealed by the darkness, fruits were probably all around me, fondling and sucking pricks.
I felt like a total alien. I should have sprinted back up toward the honky-tonks and got some guy to throw a quick old-fashioned fuck in me to purge myself of this experience. I probably could have even cleared twenty bucks or so out of such a retreat.
But, for some reason, I couldn't move. I stood rooted to the street, feeling something brewing within me.
Why was I doing this? Standing here in the middle of a dark jungle of queers, the only person with a cunt? What was in it for me? My pussy, the thing that made most men become a walking hard-on, was a curse in this environment. Did I want to be humiliated?
Then, as I found myself in the glare of a newly approaching set of headlights, it came to me. It was the challenge. It was the challenge that was turning me on. The challenge of performing the impossible. Now I knew why my intuition had led me down this desolate street.
Suddenly I was determined to do it. To accept the challenge. To fuck a queer. To make him love my pussy!
Before the approaching car could stop and attract the others, I ran up beside it and grabbed hold of the open window, my hair stuffed down my collar so the driver couldn't tell I was a girl. "Mister… mister," I called through the window. "Let me suck your cock."
"How much?" he asked as he stopped the car.
"For free," I said. Then I improvised. "The others are after me. They want to beat me up because I'm willing to suck cocks for nothing."
He leaned over and the front door opened on the passenger side. I ran around the rear of the car so he couldn't see I wasn't a boy and jumped inside, subtly shielding my face.
Once the door was closed, he switched off his headlights and drove until he turned the corner. Pulling over to the curb on a narrow side street, he switched off the engine and reached for me.
He was so strong that I couldn't resist. His hot lips pressed against my face, searching for my mouth. His whiskers rubbed against my burning me as he tried to kiss me.
Thinking his lips were meeting those of another male, his tongue shot into my mouth in a deep soul-kiss. The penetration was wet and hard, and I returned it, kissing him back with equally wet force.
When his hand began grappling in my lap, I knew he was searching for my nonexistent cock. Not wanting to spring my little surprise on him just yet, I took the play away from him by shoving his hand away as I reached for his groin. When I squeezed the pulsing mound between his thighs, he forgot all about resisting and let me have my way.
"Now I'm going to suck your cock just like I promised," I pulled my lips away from his mouth and whispered in his ear.
While my fingers fumbled with his fly, I lowered my face into his lap, anticipating the unsheathing of his cock. Would it be as big as it seemed straining beneath his pants? God, I hoped so.
Hisssss! His zipper was open.
A couple of my fingers forced his skimpy underpants out of the way. His cock came springing out, quivering in a twitching column of lust.
It wasn't hard to want to suck a cock like his, even if it did belong to a fag. Forgetting that his tool had probably seen the insides of more male mouths and assholes than I could count, I hungrily slid my lips over the head of his cock, reveling in its sweetness.
He tasted younger than I had anticipated, and I recalled his remark about never making it with someone as old as he. I guessed from the taste of his cock that he was in his late teens or early twenties. His prick had a stirring, athletic taste, as though he were a jock.
"Do you play ball?" I asked from around the head of his prick.
"You aren't a spy for the coach, are you?" he blurted, his cock suddenly shrinking in my mouth.
"No, no, nothing like that," I assured him just before I clamped down on his cock-head so he couldn't get away. "Just a horny sports fan."
"As a matter of fact, I do play ball," he said, unable to resist a little hero worship. His dick swelled again between my lips.
"What position," I mumbled with a mouthful of stiff cock.
"Fullback. At State."
"Sirtht thring?"
"Right."
Jesus, I knew who he was. Lenny Coznfowski, the All-American fullback. He was one of Leo's students.
I tried to remember what Leo had told me about him. At first Leo had said he was going to do everything he could to screw the kid up to put a dent in the football team, which he claimed was taking money that should go to academic departments. But, then Leo had changed his mind.
Later, Leo'd said Coznfowski was actually a brainy kid despite his brawn. And sensitive. Leo even became a football fan.
Come to think of it, Leo talked about this kid a lot.
I chuckled, thinking about how Leo would react to finding out his All-American star pupil was a fag.
While I sucked Coznfowski's cock, I undid his pants all the way and pushed them down around his legs. The hairy mass of his crotch and his throbbing balls filled my hands as I ran my fingers through his pubic floss and gently squeezed his nuts.
I imagined how his huge, thick cock must drive the fruits wild. Especially with his dark shock of pubic hair and his large pulsing balls. It seemed a shame that such a tool was being wasted reaming out the mouths and assholes of men. It was definitely a waste of a natural resource that his prick had probably never seen the inside of the moist cave of a woman's pussy.
Of course, I intended to do something about that problem by the time I was finished.
But, first things first, I continued lapping up a storm cm his huge dick. When I swallowed him to the hilt, I ran my tongue queer-style under his scrotum. My finger gouged into his asshole, the tight anal muscles squeezing around my knuckle.
Just when I thought the full penetration of his cock would choke me to death, I slid him out of my mouth enough to get same air. Running the tip of my tongue over the head of his prick, I looked up at him, seeing if I could catch his expression in the dark.
My eyes had adjusted to the night, and I could make out his handsome face twisting with agonized delight from the damage I was doing to his cock. He drooled like a baby, his mouth watering from the sucking I was giving his prick.
Then, suddenly, his mouth flew open and he turned pale as he noticed me looking at him. "What are you staring at?" he shrieked in a queenish falsetto. "Why are you looking at me like that? Stop spying on me and just suck."
I shook my head, letting his cock slide all the way out of my mouth.
"What do you think you're doing?" he said angrily, looking down at his exposed prick as though I had inflicted some terrible wound on it.
I shook my head again. "No more cock-sucking. I want you to fuck me."
"You're awfully young," he said breathlessly. "Are you cherry?"
I nodded. In the darkness of the car, with my face shielded by my upturned collar, it was easy to keep him thinking I was a young boy out for thrills.
"Then I'd be the first one," he said eagerly, smacking his lips. "Why me?"
"I love your cock," I said, reaching out to caress his swollen shaft. "The minute I saw it I knew I wanted it inside me."
"Okay," he said, rubbing his hands together, "get over on the seat and split your cheeks. Just remember, you're going to have to take every inch."
"Is that a threat of a promise?" I said, clambering on all fours on the seat so I could get my ass around toward him.
He knelt with his back against the door, stroking his cock, getting ready to skewer me.
In the darkness it was easy to act like a boy. I had jeans on underneath my coat, and pulled them down over my backside like a kid about to get a spanking. There was no way Lenny could tell I had a pussy between my legs instead of the cock and balls he anticipated. At the moment all he could see were the pale moons of my buns staring him invitingly in the face.
My smooth ass looked just like a boy's in the dark – a boy with a tight red rosebud of an asshole tingling to be savagely fucked by another male's stiff cock. There was no way for Lenny to suspect that just out of sight the hairy chasm of my pussy gurgled between my thighs, ready to blow his mind.
Before he could pull apart my cheeks and discover my little secret, I reached behind and took hold of his cock. "Let me put it in," I said. "I'm sensitive there…"
Aroused by my fingers softly digging into his prick, he let me go ahead. Sliding the head of his cock between my buns, I rubbed it up and down the full expanse of my crack, stopping just before my pussy before I pulled it back up.
Several times his cock-head ran over the puckering ridges of my anus while I gently masturbated him with the inside of my soft buns. I made sure to give him a good sense of the location of my bunghole, so that when I played a little trick on him he'd be sure at first that he was pronging my ass.
"Oh, I can feel it," he lusted. "I can feel your ass. Let me in. I'm tired of waiting."
These queers are even more impatient than the regular guys I screw, I thought, as I got ready to do the impossible. Grabbing his cock around the neck, where the flange meets the shaft, I pointed it downward. At the same time, I made a subtle shift of my pelvis that moved my ass a few inches upward and secretly opened my cunt.
"Now shove!" I cried.
When he pushed, his cock angled downward and slid directly into the waiting trap of my pussy.
Before he knew what was happening he was buried six inches in my cunt. Wriggling my ass accounted for the remaining four as his balls squeezed against the outside of my pussy. His prick was buried in my cunt to the hilt!
"How do you like it?" I gasped as he rammed me repeatedly with his enormous tool.
"Un-be-lieve-able!" he exulted. "I've got to hand it to you, kid, you're got a great little ass on you."
"Are you glad I talked you into this?"
"Right on!" he whooped, jack-hammering me with his cock.
"Would you like to play with me while you're fucking me?" I asked.
"Play with what?" he teased, all his most queenish tendencies surfacing at the prospect of fondling a young cock.
"Whatever you find down there," I teased back.
Instantly I could feel his hand sliding around my thigh toward my crotch. His fingers trembled with excitement, quivering in anticipation of latching on to my cock and balls.
When my pubic hair coiled around his fingers, his hand jumped, pouncing on what he was sure was my stiff equipment.
He got ahold of a hard cock all right, but it was his own. His wrist pressed against my crotch as his fingers wrapped around his own dick. His own cock pumping out my cunt!
Suddenly his hand flew away like it had been scalded. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him holding it up in front of his face, grimacing as though he were confronted with an evil spirit or a curse.
"A cunt!" he muttered disbelievingly. Then he abruptly roared. "A cunt!" he screamed. "A fucking woman's cunt! You're a woman!"
He couldn't have insulted me more if he had called me a nigger.
"You… you WOMAN!" he accused, hysterically waving his dripping hand, my pussy juice flying from his fingers.
There was only one way to answer. His cock was still engorging my cunt, so my best response was through the sensual magic of the female body. Tightening my pussy muscles like a vise around his prick, I wiggled my ass, squeezing his dick as it twisted inside my moist walls.
"Oooooo… a woman," he complained some more, but this time the venom was considerably diminished.
Another identification of my sex was punchless, and the next one was said more in wonder than anything else.
There was no doubt about it. He was weakening.
If he'd been so totally turned off as he pretended, his cock would have gone limp long before now. Yet, the fact was that it was harder than ever. It was still buried to the hilt, pushing in my pussy as far as it could go.
Realizing he was probably in a state of shock and that I would have to do all the work for awhile, I took the initiative. Rotating my hips, I started to groove along the shaft of his long, stiff prick. Sliding back and forth in six-inch slurps, I aggressively fucked his cock, creating the maximum possible friction.
"Woman… woman… woman…" he kept chanting over and over again.
"Cunt," I crooned, trying to richen his concept of femininity. "Big… hairy… juicy… cunt. Tight… wet… cunt. Cunt!"
"Cunt," he said squeakily, like he had just discovered a new word.
"Cunt," I echoed huskily.
"Cunt… cunt… cunt," he repeated, his recitation of the word mellowing as he got used to its sound and the image it conveyed.
"Your cock in my cunt," I hissed. "Your cock is absolutely filling my cunt. Your cock is fucking my cunt!"
"My cock in your cunt!" he said in utter disbelief. "Impossible!"
"Your cock is in my cunt," I replied firmly. "Definitely." I tightened my pussy muscles to make my point.
"Oooooooh," he groaned, "I can't believe it. I never thought this could happen."
"Reach under my coat and feel my tits if you don't believe I'm a woman."
Suddenly his strong fingers were tearing aside the buttons of my coat. My sweater rolled up and his hand crushed against my breasts. From the way his fingers tingled I could tell he was surprised as hell.
"Rub them," I moaned invitingly. "Rub my tits. Make my nipples hard."
He couldn't stop himself from doing it no matter how much he protested. His fingers went instinctively to my nipples, squeezing them and making them stiff. My tits throbbed in his clutching fingers, seducing his hand to clamp down even harder.
His cock began surging back and forth in my cunt.
Although it was a chilly night, sweat poured from my body as my pulse raced from fucking. My heart beat rapidly as I panted from the excitement, a prisoner on the barb of Lenny's cock.
He had stopped talking now, concentrating on ravaging my body. I was positive his huge hands were turning my breasts black and blue as they roughly squeezed them. Lenny's experience as a fullback showed as he clutched my tits like the footballs he carried on the gridiron.
His cock pumped faster and faster in my pussy, wearing down his final resistance to fucking a woman.
"Come in me!" I blurted. "Make me the first woman you've came in! Fill my cunt with cum!"
"I can't… I can't…" he gasped.
"You can't what?" I asked anxiously, wondering if I had failed.
"I can't stop myself! Watch out – here it comes!" His prick surged in my pussy and then abruptly spouted a geyser of foam. Cum suddenly flooded my cunt, lapping against my pussy walls.
There was too much of it to stay inside and it started dribbling from the mouth of my cunt. My thighs were quickly bathed with goo, his cum spreading by the second.
When the spurting finally stopped, his prick remained as hard as ever. In fact, with the encouragement of a little jiggling of my hips, Lenny started pumping away again, fucking me as though he hadn't just come.
"Now do you want to give it to me in the ass?" I asked, anxious to go all the way with him.
"Do you… do you like it in the ass?" he asked incredulously. "I didn't know women liked it there."
"Sure," I said matter of factly. "My pussy isn't the only hole I've got."
"Yeeeaaahhh," he sighed, considering the possibilities.
Before he could chicken out, I reached in back of myself and encircled the root of his cock with my fingers. While I rocked forward, I pulled him out of my cunt, marveling at how deeply he had managed to penetrate my pussy on his first try at fucking a woman.
His stiff prick was slippery against my crack as I positioned it for an assault up my ass. Straightening out his tool, I found my asshole with the tip of his dick and began stimulating it with the barbed knob.
"How tight is a woman's ass?" he asked apprehensively.
"Tighter than any boy's," I promised him. "And wet. I can come in my ass as hard as I can come in my pussy. Can any guy do that?"
With a bestial grunt he rammed his loins against my ass. His prick squirted into my anus, suddenly filling it with hot, throbbing muscle. Without taking a breath he drilled his prick into my asshole in one swift thrust. My ass was tight, but it absolutely melted in the path of his runaway cock.
Hot shit gurgled in my bowels as his cock-head plugged my colon. His shaft rubbed maddeningly against my anal walls, inflaming my ass to orgasmic frenzy.
"How is it?" I gasped. "Do you still wish I was a boy?"
He didn't say anything, answering by whamming his cock to the hilt up my ass. His prick erupted with cum. Within seconds there was as much sperm in my bowels as shit.
"My God," I moaned as orgasmic waves swept over me. I was drowning in a sea of thrills. "I've never been fucked like this! Are you sure I'm the first girl you've ever fucked?" I asked in wonder.
"Yes… yes…" he panted, jiggling his wilting cock in the gruel of his own cum. "I never knew it could be like this."
"Is there anything wrong?" I asked, noticing he was trembling as I slid off his cock and sat down beside him, pulling him toward me so I could run my fingers through his hair.
"I… I… don't know what to tell my lover," he confessed to my astonishment.
Up until now I'd seen his homosexuality as a sign of immaturity. But Lenny Coznfowski, All-American fullback and committed homosexual lover – that was really far out!
I had totally surpassed my expectations of the sexual challenge I had accepted for myself. Not only had I seduced a fag, I'd made it with a hard-core fruit. In the space of a few minutes, the power of my pussy had made Lenny throw over a whole way of life for the lure of cunt. He'd spend the rest of his life chasing pussy the same as every other normal man.
"Lenny," I whispered his name.
"Yes?"
"Nothing… nothing… I was just saying your name," I said in wonder.
Saying his name. Yes, I knew his name. I knew his name was Lenny and I had fucked him. I'd never gone that far before with any one who had picked me up.
Now I was in his arms, his name echoing in my mind, and I felt better than I ever had in my life. Suddenly it occurred to me that perhaps all my restlessness was over because I had found the man for me.
"Are you really going to tell your lover about me?" I asked as I snuggled in his arms.
"I have to," he said firmly. "I won't be a hypocrite."
"Then it'll be all over between the two of you?"
"Right," he said grimly.
"Will you miss him?"
"Some."
"Then I'll take his place," I said joyously, ready to turn my life upside down if Lenny just said the word. At last I was sure I had found my way out of my boring marriage and discovered real love.
"Really?" he gulped incredulously. "Do you really mean it?"
"Let's go break the news to your boyfriend," I said with a confident smile on my face.