"Ohhh, goddamn, that feels so good," Leslie Thorn whispered.
She spread her legs wider so he could get it all the way in. She wanted it all the way in, at least at first. After that, it didn't really matter; he could fuck her with half of it, or even the fat head. She knew she would come without any trouble, but she wanted the whole thing inside her for a moment, at least.
"Yessss, honey, all the way." she hissed. "Ooooh, baby, fuck me good, I need it so bad."
"You really like it, don't you, Leslie?" he said.
"Yes, I like it, I love it," she moaned.
She met him in a bar. Well, not really met him, she had already met him and his wife at a Chamber of Commerce dinner, but she saw him again when she came into the lounge. He was sitting at the bar and waved to her.
She went over and sat beside him.
"Hi, Rex. It is Rex, isn't it? How is your lovely wife?"
"She's fine," he said. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Yes, I think I'd like that."
They moved to a booth.
"What are you drinking?" Rex asked.
"Bourbon and water. Make it a double; I need it," she answered.
Leslie knew the instant she had opened her eyes that morning that it was going to happen again. She didn't want it to; still, she had left the house after lunch and went straight to the bar. It was an urge inside that she couldn't seem to control.
"You know," Rex said, "I was surprised to see you walk in here."
She let him light her cigarette and drew in a wad of heavy blue smoke.
She let it slide from her lips in layers, like long, wispy clouds. "Why?" she said.
"Well," he stammered, "for one thing, you just didn't seem the type, and after talking to your husband for a while…"
"If you mean my husband wouldn't approve, you're right, he wouldn't. Barney doesn't approve of lots of things."
Their drinks came and Rex slid closer to her. She smiled and took a long drink, took a deep breath and then another swallow.
"Yes, I needed that," she said.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Thorn," he said, and slid his arm around her shoulder.
She seemed to pout for a moment, not moving away, and picked up her cigarette and took a long drag, let the smoke ooze out, and then drained her glass. "I could use one more," she said.
By the time her drink arrived he had his arm all the way around her, had slipped his hand under her arm, and was cupping one of her tits. She had high, pointed titties that seemed to stand straight out. She wasn't wearing a brassiere and her nipple hardened instantly, pressing against his fingers through the fabric of her blouse.
Leslie tested her fresh drink; it was strong, and she could already feel a warm, loose glow from the other one. She liked the feeling; it chased away her fears. "That feels nice," she said, leaning forward to press her breast harder against his hand.
Rex turned her head with his finger tips and kissed her on the mouth. She pulled back.
"Don't Rex… not here, anywhere," she said.
"Where then?"
"Oh… I don't care. Somewhere not so public."
"We could go to a motel."
"All right. Let me finish my drink."
Rex could hardly believe his good fortune. When he had met her he'd gotten the impression that she was untouchable, and here she was ready to go to bed with him at the drop of a hat. Jesus, she was really hot to trot. He was feeling both tits now, and she didn't object to that; she was breathing hard and pressing herself into his massaging hands.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said.
"Okay," Leslie said, and drained her glass.
When they got outside, he took her hand. "Did you drive?"
"Yes, my car is over there."
"We'll take mine. I'll bring you back afterwards."
She followed him to his car and slid in. She was practically behind the wheel by the time he opened his door.
"Kiss me, now," she said, sliding her arms around his neck.
She felt the tip of his tongue against her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She sucked hungrily on his tongue; it tasted so good, so male, so alive.
She let him unbutton her blouse and pull it open. She had very large areolas, pink and protruding, and her nipples were both hard and stood out like little red buttons. She pushed them out when he bent his head.
"Yes, yes," she hissed. "Kiss them, suck them. I'm so hot, darling, and it feels so good." She put her hands to the back of his head and pressed gently. "I like you to do that; don't stop; suck them good," she moaned.
He sucked her tits for a long time, moving back and forth from one to the other. Leslie had her head back, her eyes closed. She felt his hand under her skirt and shivered.
"Let's get to that motel before I let you do it right here," she gasped.
Rex started the car and screeched out of the parking lot. By the time they reached the motel, she had her hand inside his pants. She didn't take his cock out, but stroked it slowly inside his pants. He removed her hand and zipped up.
"I'll go in and register," he said.
She was already inside the door of their room when her blouse floated to the floor. Her skirt was strewn on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes and panty hose, and then reclined, not bothering to turn down the bed.
"Hurry, hurry," she cried. "I want it so bad."
She watched through glazed eyes while he stripped off his pants and then the shorts. He had a fine cock, and she wetted her lips; it would feel so good inside her pussy. She brought her knees up and let them fall far apart.
"Take everything off, Rex. I want to feel you against me," she said.
And then he was naked and hovering above her. She reached down and grasped his prick. She slid the knob back and forth between the lips several times and then thrust the fat knob into her hole. She was very wet and his cock was buried quickly.
"Yes, goddammit," she hissed, "push all the way in… fuck me!"
Leslie Thorn was blue-eyed, with ash blonde hair that appeared to be almost silver in the bright sun streaming in the window. Her cunt hair was darker, though flecked with silver, making it look almost grey. She looked down between their bodies and watched her cunt swallow up his prick. When he was almost all the way in, she pulled him down hard.
"God, yes, get it deep, honey, and let it lay for a minute. It feels so good in there."
They lay still for several minutes, his cock in to the hair, and then she started lifting with her hips.
"Fuck me, Rex; make me come hard," she gasped.
She had her knees up and rode in unison with his strokes. She let him stoke like that several times, and then her feet came up off the bed. She didn't put them over his back, but let them hang in the air above him, and bucked wildly under him.
"God, I had no idea," Rex gasped, feeling her tight cunt clasp and suck at his pounding pecker.
"I needed it, needed it bad. Barney neglects me during football season, I… oh, oh, my God… I'm coming, Jesus, I'm coming! So good, so fucking good," she screamed.
Rex hadn't expected her to come so quick, but he was glad because he was on the verge himself.
"Yeah, yeah," he grunted, "me, too, 'nother second, gonna make it, too." He grunted and shoved in hard. "Comin' baby, oh shit, am I ever comin'."
Leslie was still coming, and was rigid except for her hips, which she kept jerking up each time he thrust in. She was sure she could feel his slime spewing inside her and she moaned with pleasure. It was always better when he came inside her. Maybe she would get pregnant; at the moment she didn't care; it felt too good to care. Coming was all that mattered, and she was certainly coming.
Rex emptied himself and relaxed on top of her. Leslie's legs had fallen back to the bed and she remained wide open, gasping for breath.
He finally rolled on his back, his cock lying wetly against his leg. "That was really fine," he said.
"Yes," she answered. "I like it, too."
She reached for her purse on the floor beside the bed and fumbled out a cigarette and her lighter. She lit two and handed him one. He smoked for a minute and then sat up and finally got to his feet.
Leslie remained on her back, watching the smoke swirl in the air, and then turned her gaze to Rex. She watched his cock hang limp and thick between his legs while he pulled on his shorts. She decided she liked the looks of a man's cock, even when it was soft. Barney had a nice cock, thick and long.
She'd married Barney a little over two years ago and she had cheated on him twice, counting today. They were practically newlyweds the first time. It hadn't hurt Barney, though, because he had never found out; he wouldn't find out this time, either. She was a virgin when she had married Barney, but sex had been very good for her right from the start, and she needed it, now. The first time wasn't her fault, really; she had been in need, the guy was a real smoothie, and she was drunk. This time was different; she went looking for it. She wondered which was worst.
"You'd better get dressed, Leslie," Rex said. "My wife thinks I'm playing golf and she'll expect me home soon."
"Okay," Leslie said, and got to her feet.
He dropped her off at her car and she drove straight home. She went up to the bedroom and took off her clothing. She went to the window where the afternoon breeze fluttered through the curtains. Opening her legs, she threw her head back and sighed while the breeze cooled the sweat hanging on the insides of her thighs. The first time she cheated on Barney had satisfied her appetite, and she had sworn never to do it again, but now after the second time… well, she wasn't satisfied. She still felt the need.
She went to bed, turned back the covers, and crawled in. Lying on her back, her hand slipped down between her legs. She pushed a finger into her cunt and sighed with pleasure. It was a sticky mess in there, and her finger moved in and out easily.
She looked at the tiny gold watch on her wrist; Jesus, almost three-thirty. Barney would never approve of her being in bed this time of day. She spread her thighs wider and got two fingers in.
Leslie couldn't be completely honest with her husband the way she wanted to be; there were too many things he didn't approve of. Besides, he wouldn't respect her if she knew some of the thoughts that went through her mind.
She thought of Ted Clark. He was president of the school board where Barney was teaching. She and Barney had been married only three months. Ted was and older man, over fifty, but still terribly attractive, and very aggressive. She hadn't instigated it, or even dreamed that she would allow it, but he must have sensed that she was in heat. He'd had a nice cock, a little bigger than Barney's, and she had enjoyed herself. Perhaps because it was stolen fruit. It was during football season, Barney's first coaching job, and she had felt terribly guilty afterwards.
It was football season again, a new job, a new school. He was such a jock, up early every morning and out jogging before the sun was up, and doing all those push-ups beside the bed. He said she'd took all his juices. There wasn't that much left for sex, not every day like there had been.
She pushed two fingers deep in her cunt and thought of that late November game. It was a night game and she was cold. She was there with another teacher's wife, the math teacher who helped Barney with the coaching; so in a sense she was a football widow, too. They sat and shivered through the first quarter.
They were both ready to call it quits when Ted Clark came over and sat beside Leslie. He had a teacher with him, a man in his late thirties who had been at the school for a number of years. His name was Jack, and he sat beside Grace, the math teacher's wife.
"You girls look frozen," Ted said. "If you like, you can come and sit in my car. It's parked up there on the hill by the school and you can see the game clearly. It's warm, too."
"Oh, we really couldn't. Could we, Grace?" Leslie said.
Grace looked at Jack and then at Ted. Ted Clark was a man of substance and the essence of respectability. "It might not hurt, Leslie. Jack is a friend of both Barney and my husband. And Mr. Clark, well, gee; they'd understand. Barney and Fred, I mean. Besides, I'm frozen."
"Me, too," Leslie said. She thought for a minute. "It might not hurt. We could watch the game and then go on home and wait for the boys. They never get home for an hour or two after the game." She giggled and looked at Grace.
They left the old bleachers and walked the short distance to the car and got in. Grace and Jack in the back and Ted and Leslie in the front. It was a big Caddy, the seats were plush. Leslie sunk into the seat and sighed with relief. It was nice and warm in the car.
Leslie tried to watch the game, painfully aware of the attractive man beside her. She knew she shouldn't have the kind of feeling she was having, but Barney hadn't touched her for almost two weeks, a record for them, and she was hot. She had felt vaguely horny all day.
"I know I shouldn't say this since Barney's the coach, but I still don't understand football. I think it's a silly game," Leslie said.
"It is hard to follow if you don't understand it," Ted said. He reached in front of Leslie and opened the glove compartment and took out a bottle. "I think we all need a drink." He unscrewed the cap and put the bottle to his lips, swallowed, and then handed the bottle to Leslie.
"I never drank it straight, and I know Barney wouldn't approve of my drinking at a game."
"The first belt is the worst, and we won't tell Barney."
Leslie turned and looked at Grace. She and Jack were sitting very close; Jack had his arm around her. Grace grinned and leaned forward.
"Go ahead, chicken. It won't hurt you," she said.
Leslie shrugged and tipped up the bottle. She got more than she had intended and almost gagged. Ted quickly patted her back until she stopped. The whiskey went down hot and bounced in her stomach.
"Wow!" she gasped, and passed the bottle to the back seat.
It stayed there for several minutes before Jack gave it back to Ted. Ted still had his hand on Leslie's back and it made her uneasy. He held the bottle out to her.
"Got the nerve to take another?" Ted said, laughing.
Leslie looked at him, her eyes still filled with tears from the first one. She felt all warm inside already, and took the bottle.
"I shouldn't, but I guess one more won't hurt."
She tipped up the bottle, sipping this time. She kind of liked the way it burned all the way down and took another sip. She held the bottle up for a long time before she put it down and turned to hand it to Grace. Jack and Grace were kissing.
"Oh, my God," she said, and handed it to Ted. "Here, you give it to them."
Ted handed the bottle back, laughing softly. "You don't approve?" he said.
"Grace is married." Leslie answered.
"So is Jack."
"Yeah, they both are, but not to each other."
"You're not a swinger, I take it."
"Well, I never even thought about it, I… no, I guess not. Barney would shit." She put her hand to her mouth. "Oops, sorry."
"Yeah, I'll bet Barney would shit," Ted said.
He reached back and retrieved the bottle and held it in his lap. He shot her a quick glance and then looked at the field. It was almost half-time.
Leslie could feel the liquor; it made her feel good, all warm and tingly inside. She turned her head and looked into the back. Grace had taken off her coat and was locked in a passionate embrace with Jack. She could hear the kiss, it was so wet. She turned back.
"Boy, looks like they're having fun," she said.
"Yeah," Ted said, and slid a little closer. His hand went behind her shoulder, but remained on the back of the seat.
Leslie's heart was pounding and she wanted to move away. She didn't want this, or at least she didn't think she did.
"Gee, it's sure hot in here," she said, and leaned forward to take off her jacket.
Ted helped her get the garment off, laid it over the back of the seat next to the window, and dropped his arm lightly over her shoulders. He was sitting quite close now.
"I think I need one more drink," she said. She felt light-headed already, but was confused and didn't know what else to say. She brought the bottle up quickly and took a big swallow, then a small one, and handed the bottle back.
"Jack, don't do that," Grace whispered.
Leslie wondered what he was doing. She could feel Ted's arm around her and felt all prickly inside, and she was excited and found breathing difficult, the breath just seemed to catch in her throat. She felt his hand slide under her arm and stared intently at the football field. The second half had started.
She felt him cup one of her tits and knew she should stop him, but it felt so good. She decided to let him feel; it didn't do any harm because she had a heavy sweater on. She turned her head and found his lips an inch from hers.
"Oh, God, I'm drunk," she whispered, and let him kiss her. She wasn't sure why she said it; it certainly wasn't any excuse.
He kissed her gently at first, and then harder with a hungry urgency. His mouth was like fire, and so masculine. Her arms came up, seemingly of their own will and went around his neck. Her mouth opened slightly and his tongue moved in.
God, yes, let me suck it, she thought. Push it in deep.
She felt his hands on her back under her sweater, then felt her brassiere go loose. It was getting out of hand; she had to stop him, or at least not let him go further. His hands crawled to her sides, moved from her armpits to the top of her slacks, and then up her stomach until he was holding both her tits, his thumbs raking softly over the nipples. The nipples rose hard immediately.
God, she imagined… didn't know what she imagined; it felt so nice. She tightened her grip around his neck, pushed his tongue back with her own, then dipped it into his mouth.
Her nipples throbbed with excitement under his fingers. His hand was flat against her belly and moving down, slowly, slowly, until the tips of his fingers nudged into the top of her slacks.
"Ted, Mr. Clark, Ted… I, I've never let anyone but Barney," she gasped.
His hand was deep in her slacks, his fingers down between her legs. He had big fingers and one of them wedged lengthwise into her cunt. He drew it back and forth very slowly, and it grew wet. She was so hot and so drunk; she didn't seem to know what she was doing, and when he started pushing down her slacks, she raised up. It was like a dream, a hot, erotic dream with no holds barred.
He got her slacks and panties down below her knees and she lifted one leg and kicked free. He was out from behind the wheel and pulled her over onto his lap. She was facing him, and felt his hard cock between her legs. She didn't even know he had it out, but it… oh, God, it felt nice. He had his hand down there holding his cock and he raised her up a little. It was suddenly inside her. She moaned softly and settled heavily onto his lap.
"Yes, yes," she moaned.
"Do it, Leslie… fuck me," he said.
She buried her face in his neck, ashamed, and started hunching. She let her legs go further apart and his cock went all the way in. She lifted until only the head was buried, then pressed back down. She started moaning and sped up, shortening her strokes.
She had her eyes closed and her face pressed into his neck, but she knew Grace was close, looking. She fucked faster.
"Oh, my God," Grace screamed, "they're… they're fucking!"
Leslie barely heard her, even though she screamed right in her ear. It felt so good. She knew already that she would come. Felt so good, so good.
In the back, Jack slid his hand into Grace's slacks, slid one his fingers down the crack of her ass.
"No, Jack stop that. A few kisses are one thing, but not… no, Jack, never," Grace cried.
Leslie felt like she was floating. She was getting close, the pleasure intense, and she hardly realized that he was pushing her over. Fortunately, it was a big car, and he somehow got her on her back on the seat without slipping out. She lay panting while he fucked her.
Grace was leaning against the seat. She couldn't see too well from above, just Ted's back and Leslie's bare legs sticking out, but it still excited her; she knew under Ted's bouncing ass his cock was ramming into her friend. She felt Jack's hands at her waist, felt her zipper loosen.
"Jack, stop that," she cried, but didn't move.
He got her pants and panties down to her thighs and slid his hand between her legs. She was wet and he found her hole with his finger.
"Oh, Jack…" she moaned.
He finger-fucked her for a minute or so and then pushed her clothing on down to her ankles. His arm went around her middle and he pulled her backwards. She struggled, but he was very strong and got her on her back, got her pants off one foot, and was between her legs. He had his pants off.
"No, no…" she wailed. "Oh, Jack, don't… please. Oh, Jack…" Her words ended and she was groaning. She lifted her ass off the seat. If she was going to be raped, she was going to get it all.
"You'd better come quick," he said, "because I won't last long."
"Not too fast… uh, good, yes, yes," Grace cried.
She had her arms around him and was moving her hips. She was close already. God, yes, she was going to come; her husband didn't make her come even half the time no matter how long he fucked her.
"Jesus, good. Keep going, honey… coming, I'm coming," she cried and jerked convulsively under him.
She heard him grunt and then felt his cum as it squirted hotly into her belly. Her own orgasm continued until Jack stopped fucking. She felt him relax and sigh. Too quickly, but it had been good, the best in a long time. She heard Leslie moaning in the front.
"Jesus, are they still at it?" she said.
In the front, they were still at it. Leslie had come once and was nearing another. Ted had almost come several times, stopping each time to cool down. He was driving now for completion.
Grace and Jack were up already, and both leaned forward to watch. Leslie had her arms and legs locked around Ted's body so tightly that he lifted her up each time he drew back. She was gasping and giving short little cries.
"Get ready, pretty lady, 'cause I'm about to come," Ted grunted. "I'm gonna come in your belly, too."
They writhed with pleasure, Ted spilling wildly in her cunt, and Leslie sliding into a deep, biting come at the same instant. They rutted for maybe another minute and then collapsed into exhaustion.
When she finally sat up, she wouldn't look at Grace, who was already dressed. She dressed silently and got out of the car. The game was over and the field was dark.
"We'd better get the hell home," Grace said.
They walked silently to Grace's car. Leslie still avoided her friend's eyes. She got into the car and lit a cigarette. She felt sick inside. After Grace had started the car and pulled away from the school, she finally looked at her.
"Did you fuck, too?" Leslie asked.
"He raped me," Grace said. "And it was your fault."
They drove the rest of the way to Leslie's in silence. Leslie started to say something when Grace pulled up, but thought better, and got out without a word. Grace pulled quickly away.
In the house, Leslie felt sick with guilt and shame. Maybe Grace's infidelity was her fault, maybe not, but she knew her infidelity was her own fault; she had wanted it and she had enjoyed it completely.
She was sitting on the bed crying when Barney came home. She told him she'd had a couple of drinks to keep warm at the game and then stopped at Grace's for a couple more. She said she got sick and started crying and couldn't stop. Barney was very sympathetic and forgave her. He put his arm around her and consoled her. One thing led to another and they were kissing – she was so hungry for his mouth, and then they were naked and he was on top of her. She guided him in herself, wanting his cock more than she ever had before. She moaned softly while he fucked her, and she came violently, almost convulsively.
"Don't stop, honey, go all the way," she moaned.
"Have to," Barney grunted, and pulled out, "don't wanta get you pregnant, not yet, anyway." He grabbed his cock and his jizz squirted onto her pubic push. He sighed deeply and milked the stuff out onto her belly. "Was good," he said.
"Yes, it was good. I really made it," Leslie said. She realized how good it was, but it had been just as good with Ted. Loving Barney like she did hadn't made any difference; she had come as hard with Ted and enjoyed every bit as much. Fucking was fucking. She didn't feel like crying anymore.
Ted tried to make contact with her several more times, and failed. He finally quit trying, but Grace fucked Jack regularly the rest of the school year. She and Leslie were never again friends so Leslie didn't know that Ted finally got to Grace, too.
Leslie continued to masturbate, remembering how good it had been with Ted, wishing she had let him fuck her again. She didn't feel guilty anymore, it had been too good.
She felt very little guilt from this afternoon's adventure. It had been good too – not quite as exciting as the first time, but good. She arched her back, probed into herself with her fingers. She was about to come.
She had thought about it many times in the past year and it always made her hot. And then this morning… she was feeling neglected by Barney, anyway, and she had already cheated once, one more time wouldn't hurt, and…
She started coming and bucked against her hand. "Aw, fuck, that feels good," she cried, "love that feeling!"