She could have slept late. There was no one to wake her, no one she had to be up for. But she was up early. Not early enough to see the sun rise, but early enough to watch the last purples and oranges and crimsons wink out of existence under the steady crawl of Old Sol in the heavens.
The early bird gets the worm, though for Wendy there was a different kind of worm she had in mind. And she would not mind at all taking it in her beak. And several other places too.
The question was, whose worm did she want?
Not some young buck this time. She had had her fill of them. Though Phillip had finally come across with the fucking she had been seeking it had taken too much out of her. Her finger had primed her, she admitted, and his cock had only been the final instrument of the clutching rush to orgasm.
Experience was the answer. An older man. But who? She hadn't the slightest idea at the moment, but she meant to do some looking. She would shop around for her conquest, around the neighborhood if it came to that. There were plenty of men right here within a few blocks of her, right at her fingertips.
She showered and got dressed. Had she showered last night? She wasn't sure. She had been dazed by the blissful agony of her orgasm, and whatever happened after was somehow muddled in her mind. Her sleep had been fitful, filled with huge pricks and cocks, swaying above her supine body like bludgeons, threatening in their massiveness.
She chose a light yellow halter and a pair of tight-fitting yellow bellbottoms. She had to do quite a bit of wriggling to slip herself into the pants, but there was no doubt that the ultimate effect was truly erotic.
Breakfast was sparse, toast and orange juice. She did not feel especially hungry, nor did she wish to take the necessary time for an elaborate meal.
She ambled out into the backyard, clutching her second glass of juice.
To her pleasant surprise, Mr. Johnson, her next-door neighbor was also up and about, puttering with his barbecue grill.
"Good morning," she said, leaning against the fence, not more than three feet from him. She smiled at him as he turned to face her, letting her dimples show.
"HA. You're up awfully early."
"Oh. And look who's talking. I was about to say the same about you. Where's your wife?"
"She's still asleep. Won't be up till noon, I guess."
Wendy knew that Johnson's wife was pregnant, about eight months now she reckoned.
"How's she doing?" Wendy was aware that his eyes had discovered her tits. The halter did not leave much to the imagination, and he seemed quite appreciative of the tits she displayed.
"Not good, not bad. She's having a rough time of it lately. Just lays around a lot. Can't say I blame her any. Hate like hell to carry around a belly like that for this long."
"Must be rough on a husband, too, I would imagine."
Tiny beads of sweat had broken out on his upper lip.
"Yeah. A man has to learn to do without little things. Like breakfast."
And pussy thought Wendy. I wonder how long it's been since he's sunk his cock into a cunt?
"Oh, you haven't had breakfast yet. Why don't you let me make you some? I was just about to fix myself something."
He paused, looked back at his house. He had said his wife would sleep till noon. There were no other neighbors up this early in the morning. Who would know that he had gone into the Halliburton house?
"I don't want to put you to any bother."
"No trouble. No trouble at all. Come on."
She could tell that things were crossing his mind. Crossing it with enough strength to give him the beginning of an erection, Wendy noted.
She turned then, and gave him a good shot of her tight little ass. When she looked back over her shoulder, he was already moving toward the gate to enter her backyard.
The morning was even more beautiful than ever.
It was good to be alive.
Wendy watched him finish the last of the bacon and eggs though she knew for some time his mind had been on something other than food. She had felt his stare on her back while she was preparing the food. Now she sat across from him, nursing a coffee cup, making certain that her tits were always in full view.
"Thanks, Wendy. I had almost forgotten what it was like to start the day this way."
She stood up and gathered the dishes, bending just enough to give him a solid view of her tits. She heard the sharp intake of his breath.
"I'll bet there are lots of things that husbands of pregnant wives think they'll forget. Wifely duties of one sort… or another."
She stacked the dishes in the sink, wiped her hands, and then moved to a position just behind him.
He sensed her there but did not turn around.
"Yes, it can be a lonely business for a man too. He gets used to certain things… and suddenly they come to a stop… and he has to… adjust. It's very… difficult."
She placed her hands on his neck and began to massage it.
"How long has it been for you?" she murmured, her lips close to his ear.
"Too long, much too long. Many women can go on… being a wife… up until very late in the pregnancy. It's mostly a matter of mental… willingness. But Angie's had such a tough time… and she hasn't felt like it."
"When that happens, don't you think a man should be able to find a substitute? Something as habit-forming as screwing would sure be hard to give up."
She pressed her tits against him, holding him to her while she continued to massage his neck and shoulders.
He licked his lips, and his voice was weak and low when he spoke.
"But where could a man find a substitute?"
"It would seem to me that it's just being neighborly to provide help for a man in that fix. Don't you think so?"
She stepped away from him then, loosening her halter and slipping it down her white-arms.
She moved beside him, her tits free, the nipples erect.
"Don't you think so?" she repeated.
"God, yes," he said, reaching for her, his hands clutching her tits, placing his ravenous mouth over one delicious nipple.
"Oh, Mr. Johnson. Your mouth feels so wonderful."
He mumbled something into the flesh of her tits.
"What, darling? I can't hear you. Oh, keep sucking my titties!"
"Ted," he said breathlessly. "Call me Ted."
She was astounded by the force with which he sucked and tongued her tits. She laughed joyously, filled with the sense of her womanly power. She had him in her grip now, her wantonness turning him into a beast, an animal. She would force him to give her the fucking she wanted.
"Darling," she said, taking his head away from her nipples like a mother would do to a suckling child. "Why don't we find someplace more comfortable? After all, it would be nice to enjoy ourselves in comfort."
How could he refuse? The lust blazed in his eyes. He had been holding himself in too long, and the prospect of ramming his prick into her succulent cunt made him her willing slave.
"Shall we go to my bedroom?" she asked.
He stood up, the crotch of his pants poking at her.
Moving behind her, he slipped his arms around her, and took a fleshy tit in each hand. His fingers kneaded her huge tits, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.
"I'm not sure I can wait."
She could feel his rigid cock sticking into her ass and she ground her hips against him. Excited by her motion, he began to tongue her ear.
"Oh, God, Mr. John… Ted. Oh, shit. I'm not sure I can wait either."
One hand slipped from her tit and covered her crotch. He massaged the swell of her pussy through the tight pants, pulling her to him, pressing her ass to the front of his pants. His cock seemed to leap even higher.
"Lord, I've got to have you, comfort or not."
"You're just too excited, darling. Maybe I can take the edge off your excitement – why don't we fuck on the floor?"
"What… what do you mean?"
"Just let me go, and I'll show you."
He was reluctant to release her, but her cooing voice, dripping with erotic promise, finally won him over.
His mind refused to grasp fully what was happening to him. It still seemed like some dream. Here was this beautiful nymph offering herself to him. And already his mouth and hands had touched her sacred flesh, had pressed hotly at forbidden places.
She knelt in front of him, undoing his pants. When she reached inside his pants to take out his prick, he realized finally what she was going to do.
He almost unloaded his balls at that moment.
He stared down at her, at the angelic face with the cupid's bow mouth, now puckered as she stroked his pulsing prick.
Wendy was relishing the sight of his hot cock, the thick knob sitting atop the wrist-thick shaft. It was no wonder that Ted's wife was knocked up. With a prick like that, a man could populate the world. And make a lot of women happy in doing it. Thank God she had kept up with her birth-control pills.
"How long is your cock, Ted?" she murmured.
"About eight inches. The length isn't anything to brag about. But it's kinda thick. Angie says it hurts her every time we fuck."
"I'll bet it does. I'm not sure I can get it all in my mouth, but I'm sure in hell going to try."
She smiled up at him. Then her mouth formed into a wide "O" and slipped over the sleek cockhead.
Ted tensed at the feel of her mouth on his cock. Her lips were doing little dances on the sensitive flesh, and her tongue was keeping time by swirling around the coronal ridge. Her tongue suddenly darted to the slit in the head, pressed into it and separated it. She licked up and down his cock, sending a tingling charge coursing through his prick.
He had not expected her to be the talented cock sucker she was. This girl was experienced. Ted Johnson prided himself on his sexual prowess, but this little cock-hungry teenager was certainly going to put him to the test this morning.
"You're not a beginner at this, are you, Wendy?" he said, stroking her long flowing hair. She shook her head, but did not stop licking his prick.
She began to bob on the succulent cock shaft, taking more and more of the thick pole in her mouth with each plunge. Finally she had most of his prick in her mouth. She stopped.
"What's the matter?" he said, disappointed. She had been building up quite a suction with her mouth, and he had felt the first twinges in his nuts as they prepared to spew forth his cock cream.
"Your zipper. It was jabbing my bottom lip. Why don't you take off your pants, and I'll suck your prick all the way off. I might pinch my lip while getting the juice from your prick. Okay?"
What else could he answer? He very much wanted her to drink his jism. He murmured, "Okay."
She helped him with his pants. Finally he stood with prick and balls completely free of clothing.
She whistled.
"Your balls match your cock. You don't believe in medium-sized anything, do you?"
"First class all the way. That's why I like you, Wendy. You're a first-class operator. I think we'll go well together."
Wendy stoked his hairy sac of balls which looked like goose eggs in his scrotum.
"I sure hope so."
She bowed her head and took his cock in her mouth again. She would show him no mercy this time. With the zipper out of her way, she would give him the greatest blow job of all time.
She slowly worked her way back down his massive prick, until she had three fourths of his cock in her mouth. She could feel the swollen cockhead at the back of her mouth filling the channel to her throat. When she plunged forward, it blocked her air passage, and so site had to lime her breathing so that she did not gag.
The hunk of cock meat grew hotter by the instant. That was not so much due to the friction of her lips and tongue as from the blood coursing through his prick. Wendy wondered if it was heated elsewhere in the body before it hurried to his thick prong.
"That's it, baby," he coaxed. "Love's a hot mouth sucking a man's cock. Eat my cock, baby!"
His hands rested at the back of her head, but he applied no pressure. He was letting her take control. Anything he did would only spoil it. She was proud of the trust that men showed in her abilities as a cock sucker. A lot of men would hold a girl to them, afraid at the last crucial moment, with the cockhead twitching and the cum rushing up the shaft, that she would back off and refuse to drink the fuck fluid.
Ted had no worries with Wendy. She loved the taste of semen. And she had drunk it from several different guys, though most of them had been pitifully sparse with their cum. She yearned for a man who could flood her mouth with cum, satisfy her once and for all with a full load. She hoped that Ted's huge balls would gush forth geyser of semen.
"My balls. Squeeze them, Wendy. I'm so close! Milk my nuts, baby!"
She began to stroke his balls. They were hard as they readied for the coming ejaculation. It wouldn't be long now. Wendy's mouth and lips began to suck harder on Ted's delightful cock.
Then it began. It seemed to gather just behind his balls, like pressure in a volcano. She knew the cum had begun its rush even before Ted shouted.
"I'm coming! Drink it, baby! Suck Teddy-Boy all the way off. Aggghhh!"
Like hot lava it spewed forth. It struck the back of her throat, and she began to lick it with her tongue. But the first load was followed by a second and than by a third. Wendy was being drowned by the scalding semen. She began to gulp greedily, taking the cum in great swallows down her throat to rest warmly in the pit of her stomach.
Ted was not letting her down. His balls poured and poured the fuck juice, and when they finally stopped, Wendy drank and drank, trying not to miss even a single drop.
Ted stood still, his ass still drawn tight from the moment of climax. Wendy licked his prick, sucking at it to be sure that nothing was trapped in the tube that brought the salty semen to her from the fat balls.
When she backed off Ted's prick, which surprisingly had not yet gone down, it was perfectly clean, as though she had taken a washcloth and wiped it sparkling free of any residue.
"I thought I was going to have to back away from your cock. I must have drunk a quart of cum."
Ted pressed her to his thighs, stroking her cheek. "You were wonderful. Even better than my wife and she's no slouch. When she's feeling good."
"Not feeling guilty, are you?" Wendy asked. He chuckled. "No. And if I get sentimental, you slap me or something. I intend to pay you back for this. Now what do you say we get some of that comfort you were talking about."
"Fine with me. I'm getting a hot cunt."
"Fucking or sucking?"
"Both."
He squeezed her shoulder as they walked to her bedroom. "Fuckin' to please. That's my motto."
Wendy suddenly stopped, then burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"We must be modeling the new summer fashions. Here I am topless, and you bottomless. Boy, do we look corny!"
Ted was still wearing his shirt, beneath which swayed his still-erect cock.
Wendy had on her pants, with her tits standing free.
"I've got a great idea for a better matching outfit."
"What's that?" asked Wendy.
"We'll both get naked. Then they can't tell the men's fashions from the women's."
"Don't you bet on that, Ted Johnson. Don't you bet on that."
She wrapped her hand around his prick. "See what I mean? Men got a handle, where women don't."
"Amen to that," he said, as they made their way up the stairs.