The next few days passed like a bad dream for Jill. She lived in a perpetual haze of indecision. Her horny, hungry cunt told her to go out and fuck Pat. Her frightened mind warned her of the horrible consequences, never spelled out in detail, but even more frightening in their vagueness.
Then one day it happened. She ran into Pat when she was out shopping.
"Jill!" she heard behind her on the street.
Spinning around, she saw Pat smiling at her, his eyes already at work on her body, trying to pry underneath her clothing.
Jill could hardly reply. She felt weak. It was as if temptation had crept up behind her and slugged the back of her head. Sandbagged.
"W-What are you doing here?" she stammered. Pat looked puzzled. "I've got the day off," he said. "Just out doing a few errands." His face creased in a smile. "Hey, how about joining me in a drink?"
Jill tried to refuse politely, but Pat kept pressing. She finally accepted, partly because she was beginning to realize how badly she needed a drink.
They went to a small bar. The first drink soothed her tremendously. Jill found herself enjoying being with Pat. Out by herself with a sexy man. Fortunately, in a nice safe public place.
The alcohol filled her with a warm glow. She became aware of Pat's knee pushing against her thigh. She pushed back, thrilled. Her pussy began to grow warm and moist. She could feel it steaming underneath the tight crotch band of her panties. So nice to be teased and tease back a little, and really, so harmless.
"You know, I don't even know where you live," she said to Pat. The conversation had been growing cautiously personal. She saw that Pat wasn't as threatening as she'd thought he was. In fact, in daylight, he scented a little shy.
Pat's eyes lit up. "I have a fabulous place!" he enthused. "Just moved into it the other day. It's on top of a hill, really private, with a fabulous, all around. Want to see it?"
Jill realized she'd trapped herself. "Well… I don't know…"
But the alcohol had given her false courage. She felt she was up to handling any moral challenge that came her way while she was with Pat. Or, so at least she told herself.
Pat's house turned out to be all he'd told her. A snug little bachelor pad on a large piece of ground, the city spread out below. Jill was genuinely impressed. She went the rounds of the big picture windows, exclaiming at the view.
But out of the corner of her eyes, she was acutely aware of the big bed in one corner. It had a spread made of some kind of fin. She wondered how it would feel on a naked back, then sternly warned herself against such thoughts.
Pat made a pass at her, reaching out to take Jill in his anus. She moved away, trying to make it look accidental, but her heart was beginning to hammer. She knew she should leave, ask Pat to take back to her car. But her body ached to stay.
Pat seemed to give up for a while. He turned to other delights. "Like to smoke a little weed?" he asked. "I bought some really good stuff the other day."
"Well… I don't know…" she said dubiously.
Neither she nor Hal were much into smoking marijuana. A little now and then when their more hip friends made an offering.
But it was a diversion, a chance to give herself time to think, to collect her scattered wits. Her body was almost shaking with desire from being so close to the man she'd wanted so long.
Pat was already rolling a joint. She watched how nimbly his fingers moved. Wondered if they'd be as light and sure stroking her clit, her nipples. A shudder shook the confused brunette's body.
Jill smoked when Pat lit up the joint and passed it to her. The acrid fumes at first made her cough. But slowly, she felt the drug seep into her bloodstream. Suddenly, she was split into two parts – an eager, sex-starved body, and a disembodied mind, coolly watching everything that was happening.
She felt so detached. Even when Pat put the half-smoked roach down and came up to her. He pulled her up from her chair by the hands. She came willingly enough. Then his arms were around her. She felt her tits give as they pushed into his hard chest. His mouth was only inches from hers.
Then they were kissing, Pat's tongue worming deep into her mouth.
Jill's mind watched her body respond, shared every sharp, intense sensation, but did nothing to interfere. Pat's leg worked in between her thighs, opening her legs up, his thigh pressing demandingly against her cunt.
Jill felt signals of pleasure pouring up from her cunt, radiating slowly throughout her body. She knew she should stop Pat when he began to unbutton her blouse. But "should" didn't seem to have any real meaning any more. His fingers slipped underneath her bra, seeking out her nipples. Slow waves of feeling throbbed through her body as he fondled her quickly hardening nipples. She could feel each throb as a slow, separate wave of feelings.
Neither of them had so far said a word since Pat first took hold of her. Jill heard a funny rushing sound, and only slowly realized it was the sound of her own panting breath.
"Mmmmnnn," she finally sighed as Pat reached down and stuck a hand up underneath her skirt.
She flinched as she felt his fingers pawing at the front of her panties. He started rubbing her pussy through the slick nylon material.
I'm giving up, Jill told herself. I'm going to let him fuck me. That's the way everyone seems to want it. Why fight?
To Pat's surprise, Jill suddenly spread her legs as far apart as she could and still maintain her balance. Her crotch was now wide open to his fumbling fingers.
Pat was a lot shier than Jill had realized. He had been very impressed with the beautiful young brunette when he'd first seen her at the party. He'd been suave enough then, making it clear right from the first he wanted to fuck her. Not crudely. Just letting her know by her manner, and the open way he admired her body that he desired her.
And she'd seemed to respond in kind. It was one thins though, to play a parlor game of seduction at a cocktail party, and another to have the real live willing woman in his arms. Pat grew a little timid when he smoked dope. Jill's eager spreading of her legs had surprised him.
But he meant to go ahead. He meant to fuck the beautiful woman panting against him, her body spited tightly to his.
"God, I think it's hot in heft!" he blurted out. "Are you hot?"
"Oh, yes!" Jill panted. "Let's take our clothes off!"
Pat was surprised. It was all suddenly going so fast. For something like three weeks he'd been tying to get into Jill's pants, never really believing it was going to happen. And now, she was suddenly ready, obviously begging to be fucked!
Pat gulped as Jill stood back, her arms at her side. He wondered what she was going to do now.
"Well… aren't you going to undress me?" she asked throatily, her dark eyes shining with excitement.
Oh, Jesus! To get at the tits poking out the front of her blouse! It was already partly unbuttoned, the deep deft between her tits disappearing down into her bra.
Pat unbuttoned the rest of Jill's blouse, then fumblingly pulled it from her. Then he reached around behind the quietly smiling brunette, struggling with the catch of her brassiere. He'd never been very talented at this part of the seduction game. He bated all brassiere catches with a passion. They never seemed to open for him.
Finally, it was Jill who had to reach around behind her back and unfasten the clasp. Her bra peeled from her full tits like a glove. Pat stared at the big, pink-tipped globes, dancing and swaying erotically as Jill moved.
"Jesus!" he biased.
Forgetting everything else but the lush tits bouncing nakedly in front of his staring eyes, Pat reached out and sank his fingers into their resilient softness.
"Mmmmm," Jill sighed.
The dope had made her so sensitive. Pat's hands on her tits felt wonderful. Soft waves of feeling ran down from her mauled tits, through her belly, and into her loins. Her cunt spasmed eagerly.
Pat knelt in front of Jill, made her bend down a little and began sucking and licking her tits.
"Aaanhhhh," Jill moaned happily.
Her tits felt twice their normal size, hotly alive, trembling with pleasure. She watched Pat take his mouth from one nipple and move it to the next. The nipple he'd just left was shiny with his saliva.
And swollen hard as a pebble. Jill placed her hands at the sides of her tits, and pushed in and up, thrusting them forward towards Pat's hungry lips. Once she got going, there was nothing at all sexually shy about Jill.
Pat was so engrossed in Jill's beautiful tits that for the time being he forgot about the rest of her. Then he slowly became aware of a heady, rich odor, wafting up from the excited brunette's crotch. It was her pussy juice bubbling out in a slow steady stream.
Kneeling as he was, it was easy for Pat to reach up under Jill's skirt and pull down her panties. His eager fingers slid up between her thighs, heading for her now-naked cunt. Once again, Jill helped by spreading her legs. Pat, who had been pushing against a soft hairy mass of spongy crotch-flesh, suddenly felt her cunt open up. His finger slipped up into her hot, wet pussy-slit.
"Ooohhhh," Jill whimpered.
At last! Pat's fingers were in her snatch. It was all going to happen. He was going to fuck her!
Soaking his finger in Jill's cunt juice, Pat slowly slipped it up and down the trembling wife's hot slit. When he was sure his finger was as slippery as it would get, he carefully worked it up into her waiting cunt. One knuckle deep, two, then all the way to his palm.
He got more reaction than he'd expected. As soon as Jill felt her lover's finger slip up into her twat, after weeks of seemingly hopeless waiting, she literally exploded. Jill had one of the quickest, most savage orgasms of her life.
"Aaaaaa!" she choked out.
Her head twisted back, her eyes wide-open but unseeing. Her crotch pounded forward wildly, driving against Pat's impaling finger. Hot gushes of pussy juice shot out over his hand. The girl's entire torso writhed and twisted, for five, maybe six seconds. Then she relaxed, putting her hands on Pat's shoulders to steady herself. She was shaking all over.
"When are you going to fuck me?" she panted, for as intense as her quickie orgasm had been, her body craved cock. A rigid pulsing shaft ramming up into her horny cunt.
Pat was stunned. Never before in his life had he met a woman like this. Jill's very sexuality overwhelmed him. He knew he was going to have a hell of a lot on his hands when it finally came time to pound his prick up into her snug pussy-hole. The same pussy-hole so snugly wrapped around his finger. He could feel its powerful internal muscles clasping and unclasping, sucking at his hand.
Jill began tearing at her skirt. It fell in a heap around her thighs, trapped by Pat's arm. He had to pull his finger out of her twat before she could completely kick tee of the brief garment. His finger came out with a wet sucking sound, the lewdest he'd ever heard.
Jill was now completely naked. Pat stood up, backing away to get a good look at her.
"My God!" he murmured.
She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Lushly, beautifully built, honey-dark skin, full, solid tits, an in curving waist flaring out into rich hips and thighs. And a perfect triangle of flossy brown pussy hair pointing straight down at her cunt.
Jesus. I'm going to fuck that! Pat thought incredulously.
This gorgeous, sexy woman was waiting for him to shove his aching cock up into the snug cunt his finger had been investigating. Maybe she'd cum like that again, going wild, as soon as his prick made its way up into her box. If she did, he doubted he could hold her down. She was obviously strong as hell.
"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Jill purred, coming close to Pat and unbuttoning his shirt.
When he was naked to the waist, she teasingly dragged her erect nipples under his chest. Pat thought he was going to pass out.
Jill's fingers were at his belt. Then unzipping his fly. He felt his pants dropping, leaving him naked except for his shorts. Automatically he kicked his pants any from his ankles.
Jill looked eagerly at the bulge inside Pat's tort. Disappointed, she saw it wasn't very big. Well, maybe his cock just wasn't hard yet. She'd take care of that.
Pat was becoming so self-conscious about the eager way Jill was staring at his crotch that he insisted upon turning around to take off his shorts.
Jill took the hint. She demurely turned, and lay on the bed. The soft fur of the cover felt wonderfully erotic against her naked back. Just like she'd thought it would when she first came into the room. Now she knew she'd intended to fuck Pat from the first. At least her body had. And it had forced her mind to follow.
She caught sight of Pat's lean, naked body as he launched himself onto the bed next to her. She couldn't make out whether his cock was any harder.
He was really thin, she thought as she felt him press against her. How different he was going to feel from Hal.
Jill's arms wrapped around Pat's shoulders as he once again buried his face in her lush tits. Jill was lying on her back, legs slightly spread, arching her back a little to thrust her tits up against Pat's slavering mouth. He was on his stomach, his cock buried underneath him.
Thrills rippled through Jill's body as Pat licked and slurped at her tits. Her nipples were so swollen they hurt a little. But it was a good hun.
When's he going to fuck me? Jill kept wondering.
She was ready to go. Still, she sighed happily when Pat laid one hand against her pussy-mound and began to play. She spread her thighs eagerly. His finger slipped up into her pussy slit again.
"Oooohhhh!" the turned-an brunette moaned.
Pat had found her clit this time. His agile fingers danced and flicked over the highly sensitive little nubbin. Jill's hips jerked helplessly upward. God, he was making her feel good! Ready to fuck! Wild to fuck!
Pat shoved a finger up her pussy-hole. Jill felt herself opening up. Pat inserted another finger, and another. Soon, he was finger-fucking her so hard his hand slapped loudly against her pussy-mound.
"Mmmmnnn… that's the way, lover! Oooohhhh, yes!" Jill crooned. "You're making me feel wonderful! So hot! Now fuck me!"
Jill tried to roll Pat over on top of her. He resisted, but finally propped himself up on his side, facing her. Jill's hand greedily reached out for his cock.
Limp as a rag. The surprised young woman found herself holding about three inches of soft, floppy prick. My God! Couldn't he get it up?
Pat read the panic in Jill's eyes. He flushed beet-red. "I… I'm sorry," he said miserably. "You're so fucking beautiful, and I've wanted you for so long… It's just all too much."
Jill was horrified. Oh. God! She wasn't going to get fucked! She'd heard of situations like this, where the man was so frantically eager that his entire body seized up. This was one of those times.
Despair flooded the young housewife's soul. But the look of total misery on Pat's face told her he felt even worse about it than she did. Jill felt suddenly full of compassion.
"That's okay," she said. "Another time." She felt like Earth Mother, lying naked and fertile, sexual power oozing from every pore. Too much power. She'd shorted Pat out.
She began stroking him gently, then placed his hand back on her tits, happy at least to have her nipples paid attention to. Pat looked immensely relieved. He'd been expecting scorn from Jill, blame.
"This… this has never happened to me before," he stammered. "Maybe it's the dope… maybe…"
"Just take it easy," Jill said soothingly.
She wanted to tell him she was so miserably horny she felt like crying. She wanted to ask him if he had a friend with a big hard cock, who could come over and fuck her. His foreplay had brought her to a peak of sexual readiness like she'd never experienced before. She wanted to scream!
But good breeding made Jill grit her teeth and ft continue making soothing sounds. Fortunately, it paid off.
Encouraged that he wouldn't have to immediately go and cut his throat in shame, Pat started scooting lower on the bed. "Hard-on or no hard-on, there's still one thing I can do," he said, grinning up at Jill.
"Hey! What're you doing?" Jill demanded as Pat began wriggling his shoulders in between her legs, which wasn't hard, because he was really very thin.
"I'm gonna eat your snatch," Pat mumbled. "I'm gonna tongue your pussy until you go out of your fucking mind."
Oh, Jesus, more foreplay, Jill thought despairingly. He was going to get her so hot she'd have an epileptic stroke. But he seemed so eager to please she hated to stop him. Resignedly, the disappointed young woman spread her legs for him.
Then she was glad she had. The most knowingly alive mouth she'd ever felt pressed itself against her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" Jill yelped. Her body spumed powerfully at Pat's tongue lanced up into her stunned pussy-slit.
Jill lost all sense of time and place. Her body was a big tuning fork on which Pat's mouth was playing a melody. For the time being she forgot her intense desire to be fucked. All that mattered were the incredible feelings Pat was lapping into her cunt.
Pat was surprised. He had been a little nervous about gluing his mouth to Jill's match, remembering how wildly she had spasmed when he'd fist dipped a finger up her twat. He was worried she might buck so hard she'd break his neck.
But Jill's hips moved slowly, languorously, her cunt twisting sensually up against his slavering mouth. He had all the time in the world to work on her honey-sweet clit. Jesus, but she had a nice cunt!
With his face buried in pussy-flesh, Pat stared upward, over the soft curse of Jill nervously fluttering belly to the high mounds of her tits. Pink-tipped little mountain peaks. He slid his hands up over her loins, reaching high until he had cupped a lush, swollen tit in each hand. His fingers worked on the nipples while his mouth was full of cunt.
Pat paid a lot of attention to Jill's clit at first, lightly licking the swollen little sex-bud. It felt to Jill like someone brushing her cunt with a live electric wire. Little tremors of pure joy rippled over her skin. Then Pat shoved his tongue straight up her pussy-hole, as far in as it would go.
"Uuh… uuh… uuuh…" Jill panted.
Pat rammed his tongue up into her cunt rhythmically, as if it were a small wet, cock. It drove Jill wild, because while it felt good, the deeper recesses of her snatch screamed for attention.
When he had Jill almost crazy with desire, Pat shifted back to her clit. This time he actually sucked the taut little mound right into his mouth, clasping it gently between his lips while his tongue stabbed repeatedly against the tip. At the same time, he shoved a finger far up into Jill's cunt, right beneath his cunt-juice slippery chin.
"AAAAaaahhhhh!" Jill wailed.
She didn't know how much more she could stand. Pat was a master cunt-licker. Again and again he brought Jill to the brink of orgasm, and then he would change his attack, lessening the pressure, leaving Jill hanging at about thirty thousand feet. At first it drove her nuts. But gradually, a slow deep arousal began to replace her previous hair trigger readiness. She knew she could go on forever, more turned-on than she'd ever been in her life.
The longer Pat kept his face buried between Jill's lush thighs, the more comfortable he felt with her gorgeous body. He had her at his mercy now. Feeling her squirm and twist underneath his cunt-lashing tongue, he sensed a difference in his own body.
His cock was getting hard.
Very, very slowly. But he could feel it tingling and growing, throbbing in response to the sensual writhings of Jill's beautiful naked form.
He reached down with one hand and began jacking himself off. It helped. His cock got bigger and bigger, until at last it was fully erect.
Suddenly, just when Jill was teetering on the edge of an orgasm again, Pat pulled his mouth away from her cunt.
"Oooohhhh, not now!" she whimpered. "Don't stop!"
"Enough cunt-eating, baby. I got something better for you," Pat crowed. With his cock hard, all his self-confidence had come back. "I'm gonna stick my cock up your cunt and fuck your brains out!"
Jill looked down wonderingly. Compared to Hal's huge, rock-hard joint, Pat's dick looked pretty small potatoes.
"Are you sure its hard?" she asked innocently, then wished she'd kept her mouth shut. It was a cock and she'd better not scare it away again.
"Sure, it's hard," Pat growled, massaging his swollen prick with one hand. "Open up and say ah baby. I'm a comin' in!"
Pat fell hungrily on Jill's lush body. He guided the tip of his cock up into her pussy-slit. There was a moment's fumbling until he found her cunt-hole, but then hewn in, ramming his cock in as far as it would go.
"Oooohhh," Jill sighed with relief.
At last she had a cock up her cunt! Not the world's champion cock, for sure, but a warm, alive cock, stroking pleasure into her love-starved cunt!
On second thought, as Pat hunched his prick in and out other hot slippery hole, Jill supposed Pat's prick was long enough. It was just that it was so rubbery and flexible. Not as iron-hard as Hal's. Jill had been fucking one man for so long she'd forgotten that cocks come in all sizes, shapes, and textures.
But, rubbery or not, Pat knew how to use his prick! He stroked it creatively up into her snatch, sometimes coming in a little from one side, sometimes circling up from the bottom, or best of all, striking deep into her cunt and holding it there, flexing the bulbous cock-head.
"Oh, yes, lover! Fuck my brains out! Do anything you want with me." Jill panted.
At last it was happening. She had made the break, fucked someone other than Hal. And she was glad! How exciting to have this wonderfully different cock slithering in and out of her cunt. She had to admit, Hal had a somewhat more exciting cock, but nobody could eat pussy the way Pat did. She'd be willing to bet on that.
Pat put his hands under Jill's ass-cheeks and lifted up. He was amazingly strong. Jill felt her loins press tightly against Pat's pelvis. With her cunt tipped upward, he pined another inch into her steaming depths.
"Oh, yes! Yes, keep it up! Ram it all the way into my cunt… I think I'm going to cum!"
After such a long, tremendous build-up, the actual fucking seemed a little anticlimactic to both Pat and Jill. They were both already on the edge. Jill felt Pat's prick harden a little inside her cunt.
She knew he was about to cum. Funny, his face didn't get wild like Hal's did when he was ready to shoot his load. A thoughtful, almost dreamy expression creased Pat's features. Only at the last moment did she feel his body spasm with pleasure.
Pat mashed his mouth down against Jill's as his cock began to spit jism up into her twat. She could taste her own pussy juice on his lips. It excited her wildly, knowing that was what her cunt tasted like, and knowing Pat was cumming up inside her horny snatch. Her own orgasm started.
"Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh!" Jill wailed, her body thrashing suddenly out of control.
The orgasm Pat had artfully denied her for so long crashed over her like an avalanche. Her eyes rolled back a little, showing a lot of white. Her hands clenched wildly at the furred cover. Her legs stuck out straight, quivering.
"Let 'er rip, honey," Pat panted as he felt of his sperm, combined with Jill's girl-cum, spraying out of her cunt, soaking into his pubic hair. A real snapping pussy!
Even though he'd finished cumming, Pat kept ramming his slowly shrinking cock as far as it would go up inside Jill's convulsing pussy, until at last she flopped back, exhausted.
"Please… no more!" she begged. All she wanted to do was get her breath back.
After a decent interval, Pat rolled from Jill's sated body. She lay breathing heavily, her eyes shining.
"Did you like it?" Pat asked smugly, knowing damned well she had. He'd redeemed his initial failure to get it up.
Had she liked it? Jill found the question almost absurd. Her whole being throbbed with fulfillment. Not only had she been fucked until her body had exploded into orgasm, but she had finally made the plunge, stepping outside her marriage for sex. Jill searched her mind for guilt, but could find nothing but an exhilarating sense of freedom.
"I loved it," she said throatily, reaching down and gently squeezing Pat's limp cock.