I didn't stay in heaven for long. When I left the motel I knew that I was going to have to do something about Melissa. Even though I'd been a bit turned on by watching her getting laid by Mark and Jack, there was no way I could just let something like that go by without doing something.
I thought about talking to her myself, but discarded the idea when I realized that she probably didn't care one way or the other about me.
What about Gerald?
I doubted that it would do much good to tell him, but since Melissa was his daughter I felt obligated to go ahead and let him know about it. Then he could worry about it and I could think about other things.
Rather than wait for him to come home I decided to stop by his office. When I got there, however, the door was locked and no one was around.
I looked at my watch. It read four minutes 'til three. Why wasn't anybody there?
Using a key I had, I let myself in and found that both Gerald's office and his secretary's office were deserted. On his appointment pad there was a scribbled note that didn't make much sense to me.
"'E' at 2:00 PM."
Who, or what, was "E"?
Gerald got home on time. I started to ask him straight out about where he had been, but at the last second I decided to go about it a different way.
"How was work?"
"Fine."
"Were you busy today?"
"All day long."
I didn't pursue the conversation. I'd found out what I wanted to know; he was lying to me. What had he really been doing this afternoon?
Getting laid?
I couldn't think of any other reason that he would close down the office and then try to make me think he'd been working all day.
This was intriguing.
Later I tried to get him to fuck me, just to see if he was worn out from whatever he'd been doing that afternoon.
The results were ambiguous.
He was taking a shower. I stood outside the bathroom and took off all my clothes, then climbed in with him.
"Hey!"
"What's the matter? There's room for both of us, isn't there, honey?"
I had my hands all over his upper body now. His cock was limp, and didn't show any signs of coming to life.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
"Nothing's the matter with me. What about you?" I asked, looking meaningfully at his flaccid cock.
"I'm just tired."
"I bet you are," I cooed, letting my fingers run all over his cock and balls. There was still no response.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just what I said. I bet you're tired."
We looked at each other for a moment, and I think that he suddenly realized that I was on to something, because all at once he began to get a lot more friendly.
He put both his hands on my tits.
Then he squeezed my ass.
I felt like I'd found out what I wanted to know, add would have been happy to get out of the shower and leave Gerald alone.
But he wouldn't have it that way.
His cock was beginning to get hard now, and I think he wanted to make it with me to allay any doubts or suspicions I might have. He was too late for that, obviously, but I couldn't do anything about it now. After all, I'd been the one to start this whole thing.
I might as well finish it.
Without a lot of enthusiasm I rubbed up against his body, feeling his half-erect cock into my stomach. In spite of everything I'd been through I felt the beginnings of excitement stirring deep inside my cunt. It was almost as if all the sex been having had just put me in a state of continual arousal rather than making me feel worn out.
Suddenly I wanted to get fucked again.
"Well, well, well. It's nice to see you coming to me."
He kissed me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was with Robert. The hot water beating down on our bodies from above felt, and as long as I forgot I was making it with Gerald I found that the whole experience was kind of pleasant.
I took his cock in my hands. It was completely lard now. I could me the veins standing out from his tightly drawn skin, and his cockhead was wide and smooth.
I wanted it inside me. "Come on, Gerald, fuck me."
"Here?"
"Why not?"
Making it in the shower wasn't exactly Gerald's style; we both knew that. He was more the kind of person who would like to do it under the coven with the lights out.
In other words, imagination wasn't his strong point.
Again I tried to think of Robert. My cunt was wet and ready; all I had to do was get his prick inside me and I would be home free.
"Come on, Gerald…"
He didn't know what to do. The only way he knew how to fuck was good old man-on-top-get-it-over-with-quick.
Jesus.
Finally I practically leaped up into the air and landed on his cock, my legs wrapped around his back and my arms around his shoulders.
He almost fell down, but his cock slipped easily into my cunt.
"What…"
"Just fuck me, Gerald. Fuck my cunt!"
I was getting angry now, and I was tempted to climb off his cock and forget about the whole thing.
But then he started thrusting into me.
I'd never made love with someone who was standing up before, and all of a sudden I realized that I'd been missing something special.
The penetration was incredible.
Each time I went down his cock it felt like he was piercing me to the deepest corners of my pussy. All my weight was forcing his cock there, and it felt incredibly good.
"Hey, I think we're on to something, aren't we?"
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind," I gasped in exasperation. "Just fuck me."
I glanced up and down his shaft as fast could fling my body. My thighs were working hard, driving my pussy over the length of his prick, while my arms helped me rub my tits all over his chest.
It wasn't bad at all…
"Come on, baby, harder. Give me a workout, Gerald, give my cunt a real workout."
Then suddenly I felt his cock begin to shudder inside me.
"NO!" I shouted. I didn't want him to come. Not yet.
He came anyway.
I could feel his cock suddenly swell up inside me, and a moment later my own cunt juice was joined by his spurting jism. It shot deep into my cunt, filling me with messy, sticky goo.
Then it was over.
Gerald had managed to fuck things up again. As usual. Suddenly I decided not to tell him about Melissa. It was an irrational decision, and at the time I didn't have the faintest idea why my frustration over his inability to satisfy me should make me not want to tell him about his daughter.
Later it made more sense.
The next morning was Thursday. I was alone in the house and all I could think about was how much I wished it were Friday. I wondered what kind of "party" Michelle was planning for tomorrow afternoon.
It would probably be interesting.
The only bad thing was that whatever she had planned for tomorrow wasn't doing me a bit of good today.
I wanted some action.
My experience with Gerald in the shower the previous night had left me very horny, with no outlet. Somehow I'd managed to go to sleep, but it hadn't been easy. My cunt was positively throbbing with frustration. I wanted to get fucked in the worst possible way.
But there were other things on my mind as well. Such as the whole matter of Gerald's little afternoon rendezvous with 'F'. I was going to have to find out more about that as soon as possible.
Right after I took care of my cunt.
I thought about going into the city again, but it was such a hassle that I decided against it.
Finally I came up with an idea.
It wasn't particularly original, I'll admit, but it had a good chance of working. And anyway, it might be fun.
Finally I went into the kitchen and got a dishtowel. After wetting it thoroughly I stuffed it down the sink with a broom handle until it was out of sight somewhere in the pipes. Then I tried to run water in the basin.
It was stopped up beautifully.
After that it was simple. I called the first plumber I could find in the phone book and sat down to wait. I could feel the tension rising within me; I felt like a cat about to pounce on her prey.
My prey turned out to be very young. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, and I could tell from the moment he walked in that he was not used to being around beautiful women.
Good.
That would make things even more interesting for us both. I could see him trying not to stare at the way my tits were swelling up beneath my blouse, but he wasn't succeeding. His eyes were drawn to my nipples as if they were magnets.
Leaving him in the kitchen, I went into the bedroom and took off all my clothes. Looking at myself in the mirror I decided that my body was better right now than it had ever been in my life.
The plumber was going to be in for a surprise. His name was Larry. I waited for him to finish.
Finally I heard sounds out in the hallway. He was calling out to me, trying to find out where I was.
"I'm back here," I called to him, opening the door to the bedroom just a crack. "Came on back."
I could sense some hesitation on his part, but as I stood behind the door I heard him coming down the hell toward me.
Then he was in the bedroom.
As soon as he was inside I closed the door behind me and stood in front of it. He heard me and turned around.
"Holy shit…"
"Larry, I don't want you to…"
"I better get goin', ma'am. I've got other places to go to."
"Larry…"
I took his hand and placed it firmly on my right tit. Then I just waited. I could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his fingers trembled on my tits.
But he held on to it.
"Larry, you don't really want to go just yet, do you?"
"But…"
"Couldn't you just say that this job took a little longer than you'd anticipated?"
"I… ah…"
My hands were running all over the outside of his body now, lightly reminding him of same of the things that would be in store for him if he stayed. He really wasn't very good-looking, but I couldn't care less about that right now.
If he had a cock, that was enough for me.
His face was beet red now, and I could tell from the way he kept swallowing that he was on the verge of creaming in his pants.
Suddenly I realized something.
"You've never been with a woman, have you?"
He shook his head.
I almost laughed out loud. In a vague way I was disappointed, but in another I was excited. I would be his first woman…
Quickly I undressed him as he looked apprehensively around the room.
"What if your husband comes home?"
"He won't."
"I don't know…"
It didn't matter. He was like putty in my hands now. I could feel whatever concerns he might have evaporating as he quickly became as naked as I was.
His cock was nice.
It wasn't as large as Frank's had been, but then I didn't expect any man's cock to be quite like that.
Still, it was nice.
I ran my fingers all over it while he looked down. His Adam's app's kept bobbing up and down like any as he clumsily reached out and played with my tits.
"That's nice Larry, real nice. You just take care of my titties like that, all right?"
He nodded.
Then we were on the bed, lying next to each other. His body wasn't bad; at least he was slim and hard.
"Put your fingers in my cunt, Larry. That's it." He slipped it into me. I could feel his heart pounding as he began to explore my pulsing slit.
I began to writhe and twist on the end of his finger. He was clumsy at first, but as he became accustomed to my responses he got better, and I encouraged him all along the way.
"Ohhhhhhh, Larry, that's nice… keep doing it that way… ohhh yeah… you like my pussy, Larry?"
He nodded. I don't think he was capable of speech at that point.
I put his cock in my mouth. He got so excited when he saw me doing it that he almost forgot about my cunt. I had to take my free hand and guide his fingers back into me just to let him know he wasn't supposed to stop.
Then he started thrusting into my mouth. It felt good to have a cock in my throat again; I was becoming a real artist at giving blow jobs now. A few drops of cum trickled out of his slit and I gobbled them down.
I stopped.
His cock was wet and ready now, and so was my pussy. I was so charged up that I knew it would only take a few minutes for me to achieve the orgasm that eluded me last night.
I was ready for him.
"Come on, Larry, fuck me. Don't you want to fuck my cunt."
It was a silly question, but I enjoyed the response that my suggestions were getting from him. Each time I said "fuck" or "cunt" he looked like I had slapped him in the face.
But it was clear he loved it.
I lay on my back and spread my legs. With my hands I pulled apart my cunt lips so that he could see the rich, pink wetness that was waiting for him inside my snug pussy.
"Come on, Larry, don't wait. Give it to me now."
He did just that.
Like a wild young bull he charged into me. I could feel every muscle in his body getting incredibly tense as he shoved his cock into me.
"Beats jerking off, doesn't it, Larry?"
He didn't say anything. Words were totally out of the question for him now; he had become an animal, totally enslaved by the surging lust that was controlling his body.
As soon as his prick penetrated my cunt I forgot everything except the wonderful sensation of having a hard, throbbing cock inside my hungry pussy once again.
I couldn't get enough of it.
He plunged in and out with a reckless abandon that left us both gasping for breath after just a few moments.
"That's it, baby, bang the shit out of… ohhhhh yeah, use that big cock of yours!"
I could feel the hot, bubbling sensation deep inside my cunt that I knew so well.
It wouldn't take long now.
I spread my legs as wide as possible, making it possible for him to get his big cock even deeper into my dripping cunt.
"Yeah, Larry, that's a boy… harder now… ohhhh shit, Larry, you're gonna make me come, you're gonna make it happen…"
Wild, surging masses of cum began to rush up toward my slit. I knew it would only be a matter of a few seconds.
"Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Oh fuck!"
I felt like a volcano. My pussy positively dissolved, then sent hot, molten love juice flying all over his prick.
"God it's fantastic!" I screamed.
I was being totally carried away on the crest of my excitement. Again and again my body was racked with churning spasms of release. It seemed like they would just go on forever.
Then he suddenly pulled his meat out of my cunt. A second later he exploded, pouring huge gobs of come onto my stomach. I just sat back and enjoyed it, letting his steaming cum splatter all over me. By the time he was finished I would have taken a bath in the stuff.
It wasn't a bad way to start the day.