Chapter 3
Marsha yawned and stretched her hands over her head, feeling her tits rise as she did so. They were a bit swollen from being kneaded and sucked, and purple hickies dotted them. Robbie had really devoured them after that last fuck when he had made good his promise to her to make her come. Then he had left to return to his own room.
Last night was her demarcation point, Marsha now knew. When she looked back over her life, whatever pleasure or pain it held for her, she could point directly to that night as the beginning of the casting off of all the shackles she had borne through her childhood. Not only had she lost her virginity, that useless sham she had stupidly guarded so long, but she had stepped across the barricade of sexual taboos, the breach being the open invitation of incest when she had spread her thighs to the throbbing dick of her brother. She felt no remorse at the loss of either her virginity or her inhibitions, though she knew that there were other barricades to be met. She hoped they would be easier to pass through, having made the first plunge.
When she got out of bed, clad only in her nakedness, she realized just how many muscles she had used during her furious hunching to climax. Her cunt-lips were puffy and a little tender and her hips were stiff from the tightening that went with the delicious thrusts to meet Robbie's pistoning cock.
Nonetheless she had dawdled long enough, and she showered and dressed herself in a dark-green halter and white hot-pants. She disdained under-wear, preferring to feel the rougher cloth against her skin. Besides she might run into some action today, and she wanted to be ready to quickly take advantage of it.
Her mother was vacuuming when she came downstairs. When her mother saw her, she kicked at the foot control of the vacuum cleaner, and it wheezed itself to a stop.
"I'd begun to think you were going to sleep the clock around," she said, following Marsha into the kitchen. Marsha fumbled in the refrigerator. "Here. Sit down. I'll fix you something to eat."
"Oh, Mom, don't go to any trouble," said Marsha, pouring herself some orange juice.
"It's no trouble. Sit down."
Marsha didn't protest too much. While her mother started cooking, she sipped at her orange juice and smiled inwardly. She had to admit she was famished.
She watched the steaming eggs and crisp strips of bacon being dished onto her plate and sniffed and aromatic goodness as her mother sat it in front of her.
Anna McComb was still a beautiful woman in her late thirties, her auburn hair in taut curls about her head. She still had a sparkling complexion, and Marsha had always admired how she had warded off the common occurrence of women her age-middle-age spread. Anna's tummy was still flat, and her tits did not sag like those of so many other women her age.
It's a shame she and Dad are having problems with their sex life, Marsha sighed to herself.
"Did Dad get off on that business trip this morning?" she asked between mouthfuls of eggs.
Her mother sat across the table from her, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.
"Yes. He'll be in Denver over the weekend and won't be back until Monday."
"That's too bad. I know you were looking forward to the dance at the club tonight."
Anna sighed. "Well, Marcus didn't have much choice. The boss felt that a big contract was on the verge of getting away from the firm, and your father is his top man. It just couldn't be helped."
There wasn't much conviction in her voice, as if what she had just said was a rote justification she had memorized to soften the disappointment she felt so keenly.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm going over to Elisabeth's. I'll see you later. Thanks for the breakfast, Mom."
"You're welcome, sweetheart," she said, kissing Marsha on the cheek. I think I'll go shopping this afternoon since the house is going to be so empty. I don't relish being alone."
"Well, have fun. Bye."
"Bye, dear."
Marsha darted out the doorway, leaving her mother at the table. Anna sat still for a few moments, then got up and washed out her coffee cup. She picked up the phone and push buttoned a number.
"Hello, Al. This is Anna. Are you free this afternoon? I need some company." The voice on the other end chattered a response. "Then I'll be at your apartment in a half-hour or so. Good-bye." She hung up.
Now she would go upstairs and put on her best underclothes, something frilly and exciting. Maybe she had lied about the shopping trip, but she had decided to take her daughter's advice.
She was going to have a little fun. * * * Sometime later Anna stepped through an elevator door on the eleventh floor of the Kensington Apartments where her brother-in-law Al McComb lived. All the way across town her thoughts had been on what she planned to do, and as she strode the carpeted hallway, she could feel the acidic roiling of her stomach.
In almost twenty years of being married to Marcus she had never considered adultery. She had always told herself that she enjoyed her sex life with him, although he was a bit more timid about experimenting than she liked. She wished he hadn't grown so cold lately. It had been over a month now since the last time they had fucked, and she felt the tension building up in her.
Now she stood in front of her brother-in-law's door, knowing full well that if she didn't panic or let guilt feelings grip her, she could release the tension in the only way she wanted, with a man atop her, shoving the meat to her. She pressed the door buzzer. Just a few seconds later Al opened the door.
"Hello, Anna. You look as beautiful as ever. Come on in." Al was Marcus' younger brother, not much older than she, a real ladies' man. She had heard rumors about all the women he had balled, and ticked off in her mind the three or four she knew personally.
She stepped inside and surveyed the room. It fit Al exactly. Masculine furnishings dotted the apartment, and yet there was a softness behind the tough masculine veneer the apartment showed at first glance. She looked directly at Al, and saw how his eyes were devouring her. She knew that he was mentally undressing her, and the knowledge that he was passionately interested in her stoked the furnace that raged in her cunt. She could feel the dampness at her crotch, and she flushed as she realized that she wasn't going to panic and that guilt didn't stand a chance of intruding when she yearned so much for a good solid fuck.
"Thanks for the compliment, Al."
"It was sincerely given." She had stepped forward into the room as he shut the door which put him behind her. His strong hands touched her shoulders, lingering there for just a moment. She could feel the touch of his face at her hair as he paused to stroke her shoulders and neck. His fingers were warm and thrilling against her flesh, and she yearned for them to move on to more intimate places.
"Did I understand you right when you asked for company over the phone?" he breathed into her ear. She felt the hot breath and then the slight touch of his tongue.
"Umm-hmm. You understood right." God, I'm being brazen about this, she thought, feeling his stiffening prick pressing against her ass cheeks as he reached around and caressed her tits through the thin summer blouse. She put one hand behind her and rubbed his cock through his pants. He pressed tighter, trapping her hand between his hard-on and the yielding flesh of her buns. She could feel him grinding against her while his hands expertly massaged her tits.
Feeling the heat of her passion overcoming her and a little apprehensive despite the pleasurable feeling their mutual rubbing was stirring up in her, Anna pulled away and asked for a drink.
"Sure," Al said, realizing that perhaps he would have to go just a little bit slower to get this prize piece ready for him. He went to the bar and watched Anna settle on the soft velour couch. She crossed her legs, letting her skirt raise high and show a generous expanse of sleek thigh.
She was pleased when she saw Al notice and smile appreciatively at her slim legs. No varicose veins or extraneous flab detracted from her legs, she knew. They were long and slim and soft, but they could wrap around a man and help bury his cock in her voracious cunt.
"Scotch and soda," she purred.
When Al brought the drinks, she eyed the huge bulge that dominated the front of his pants.
I wonder how long his prick is? Well, it won't be long before I find out, I suppose.
She sipped the Scotch and soda that Al handed to her, and he joined her on the couch.
"How long can you stay?" he asked.
"All afternoon, maybe longer if it's worth-while," she replied, smiling at him as he laid his hand on her knee and massaged it gently.
"It will be," he promised, and from the tone of his voice, as well as the look of his rigid rod, she knew it would.
She was glad she had decided to wear no stockings, proud of the fact that her legs did not need nylon to make them look good. As Al's fingers rubbed the flesh of her knee and began to wend their slow way along her lower thigh, she realized that she had always wanted Al, even after she met and married Marcus. There was always that certain something about him, a sense of power that he possessed, maybe the sense of power he held in his loins that she wanted so much to know.
"I'm glad you can stay so long," he intoned, staring into her eyes. "I was worried that this might be so short I wouldn't be able to fully savor your exquisite loveliness. Now perhaps we'll have time to get really acquainted."
"I hope so."
His hand left her leg, and for a moment she was disappointed until he slipped one arm around her and let the other go to her left tit. He massaged it unhurriedly, letting the languid fingering build the emotional response in slow stages. He tweaked the nipple through the fabric of her blouse and the unpadded bra she wore. His mouth went to her ear and she felt the forceful plunge of his tongue as it swirled about inside it. Her temperature, already warm, moved up a few degrees and she dropped her hand on his thigh and began to rub it.
"I've wanted you so long, Anna," he whispered, his lips close to her ear. He nibbled lightly at the lobe which caused a tingle in her ever dampening pussy. She slipped her hand on his crotch and was pleased to feel the massive hard-on.
She sighed. "And I think I've always wanted you."
His hand moved to unbutton her blouse. She was surprised at his sure-handedness.
She leaned forward a bit as he pulled the blouse from her, and then turned around so that he could unsnap her bra. Expertly he slipped the hooks from the clasps and pushed the straps over her trembling shoulders. She shrugged free of the bra and laid it on the coffee table but did not turn around yet. Al stroked her shoulders and then encircled her with both arms, cupping a tit in each hand. The nipples fairly leaped up at his touch, brown oases in a desert of pink. His fingers found them diamond hard, flicked across them, and tweaked them playfully while his greedy mouth worked at the nape of her neck.
"Oh, Al. That feels so good, baby."
"You've got wonderful boobs, Anna. May I kiss them?"
"Yes, please do."
She turned around then to face him and watched his eyes glow as he caught sight of their straining fullness. He put his head between her titties and kissed the valley between their twin mounds, then trailed over her left jug with his moist mouth, seeking the brown nipple. He covered it completely, taking the full areola in his mouth. His teeth brushed across it, and then the darting probe of his tongue circled its erectness, laving the hard point with saliva.
"Do you like having your titties sucked?"
Her answer was to simply slip her fingers into his full head of hair and pull him back down to them. He sucked one boob for a while and then shifted to the other.
She began to tug at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling a bit, not quite as expert as he was. Perhaps the insistent tongue at her tit, or his hand rubbing her cunt mound, had something to do with it.
He lifted his hand from her furry mound and stripped off his shirt and then undid his trousers. He slipped them to the floor, kicking off his house shoes at the same time.
She gasped when she saw he wasn't wearing any underwear, and his erect shaft towered angrily from below his broad belly. It was the biggest dick she had ever seen, almost nine full inches of meat, and she licked her lips with excitement. She got up and quickly removed her skirt.
"Leave the panties," he said. "I like to take those off myself."
His eyes ate her up with appreciation.
"Do you go down on men, Anna?"
She knew the term. He was being polite. What he meant was did she suck cocks.
"I . . . I've never done it. Marcus doesn't like it." Al shook his head in disbelief.
"How does he know if he hasn't tried it? He's a bigger fool than I thought."
Anna didn't really want to be reminded of her problems with her husband. She was more concerned with what was happening right now.
"I'd like to try it, though." She eyed the prick jutting from between his legs. It looked awfully tempting.
"I think you'll like it. I know I will, if you want to try it."
She slipped to her knees in front of him and he scooted to the edge of the couch. The succulent shaft stared her in the face, and she tentatively grasped its base with her hands, moving forward to accept its eager throbbing.
She touched his cock-head with her tongue lightly, not knowing what to expect. It was salty and not at all unpleasant. In fact she liked the taste, and the pungent odor that emanated from his crotch had a heady smell that only added to her excitement. She sniffed deeply, letting the cock smell saturate her lungs. She felt dizzy it was so strong and her mouth began to water with anticipation. She flicked her tongue over the swollen cock-head, and then licked the sides until she had it completely covered with saliva. Then, using the flat of her tongue, she swabbed the soft underside of the thick shaft before returning to the blood-engorged tip to flail it mercilessly with her ravenous tongue.
"Do you like it?" he asked, stroking her auburn hair.
"Yes," she murmured, her concentration directed at the dice: she licked so thoroughly.
"Take it in your mouth then," he suggested. He did not demand, though she could tell from the spasms that touched his belly that he really wanted her to. She was glad that he understood how really uneducated she was about sex, even after twenty years of marriage.
She opened her lips wide, letting her mouth form an O, and took the purple cock-head into her mouth, careful to keep her teeth back out of the way. Her tongue laved the taut tip, and she gave little sucking motions with her lips. Al grunted, and she knew that he was enjoying every little movement her mouth made. She felt like a leech and sucked with powerful action on his prong, her tongue swirling across the tiny slit at its top. She pulled on it so hard with her sucking that her cheeks collapsed.
Anna slid her lips down the shaft, her mouth engulfing more of the searing hot, saliva-slick prick, until she had taken about half of it in her mouth, almost five inches.
Don't rush things, she told herself, not wanting to gag from the hot meat she tongued and sucked so furiously. She began to bob her head up and down slowly, dragging her lips along the sides of the stiff cock all the way to the head and then plunging back down on it, and even before she realized it, she had almost three-fourths of it in her mouth with each plunge.
She couldn't believe how absolutely incredible the pleasure of cock-sucking was to her. Why Marcus had been so backward was beyond comprehension, and she cursed him because he had denied himself-and her-this exquisite gratification all these years. Now, sucking on Al's prong, she felt the passion rising in her until the walls of her steaming cunt began to ache with desire. Al had stiffened and his hands had tightened at the back of her head, though he wasn't hurting her. She heard him grunting excitedly, and as the cock in her mouth began to throb erratically, she knew he was going to come.
I don't want him to shoot off in my mouth, she thought, and began to pull away. But Al's strong fingers would not let her escape from his throbbing wang.
"Suck me off, Anna! Suck me all the way off! Drink my juice, baby! Oh, God!"
She couldn't get away from it as she felt the first stream of fuck juice striking her throat with savage force. It was scalding hot and she tried to hold it in her mouth, to spit out later, but Al's balls kept sending the jism until she had to swallow it or become totally engulfed by it. She felt the sperm slipping into her stomach and tasted it. She expected to be sick and was surprised when she realized that she enjoyed the taste, just as much as she had enjoyed the sucking that had brought it on. She recognized how much she had come to accept it when she swallowed the last few spurts, and then sucked the rapidly shrinking cock for more of the cream, even though it wilted in her mouth. When she decided that there would be no more, she let the once mighty dong slip from her mouth, and laid her cheek on Al's thigh. She was still hot from the excitement of her first blow job and wished Al's erection hadn't gone down. She wanted the hard cock to quell the rising desire within her pussy, her erect clitoris sitting up and begging like a puppy dog for him to fuck her.
"Thanks, Anna. You've got a great way there to make a man happy. I hope this won't be your last blow job. Try to talk Marcus into giving it a whirl. One trip with your technique and he won't be able to resist again. I even hope there'll be more of it between us."
She kissed his thigh and nuzzled his nuts with her nose.
"There'll be lots more."
He stroked her cheek. "Now it's my turn to do a little cunt-lapping. Get up and let me get those panties off you. I bet you're really steaming now."
She stood up, the black lace circled with dampness in the crotch. "It's like someone poured a glass of water between my legs. Hot water, at that."
He slid his hand inside the lace and stroked across her cunt mound, then let his fingers rub the saturated lips of her twat. He peeled her panties from her and stroked her inner thighs while she closed her eyes and rubbed her tits.
"Does Marcus ever eat you?"
Anna shook her head. "Just straight fucking. That's all we ever do."
"That's a real shame. You're missing out on so much." He kissed her thighs while his hand moved up to stroke her ass cheeks.
"I know," she said, her breathing beginning to shorten as she grew more excited. "I'm finding that out more and more every minute. Oh, hurry, Al! My pussy's begging you to hurry."
"Okay, baby. Lie on the carpet here and let me show the other side of the coin from cock-sucking. I think you'll find you like this."
"I'm really glad I came over today, Al."
"Me, too."
She stretched out on her back, the excitement of sucking Al's cock not entirely dissipated. Her body began to squirm slowly as he came up to her and kissed her boobs. It became impossible for her to hold herself motionless. She rested her hands and arms above her head while Al worked across her nipples briefly, nibbling and kissing, and began to move sensuously down her sides and hips and thighs, as he backed his way down with his body. Then he licked his way up to her trembling belly, his darting tongue stopping at her navel and licking around it before jabbing the hot tip into the shallow hole, reaming it like he was coring an apple.
Anna wanted him to hurry to her twitching cunt, and in her eagerness for him, she raised her butt several inches from the soft pile carpeting. Al, realizing the growing desperation that had prompted Anna's blatant urgency, allowed his tongue to fleetingly swab her supple belly and then go to her darkly curling pussy hair. He rubbed his nose against her muff, tracing the insides of her thighs with his tongue, and breathing the wealth of perfumes that streamed from her dripping twat.
She knew that at any second his mouth would find her cunt, and was surprised when he lifted his head and folded her long legs back until they touched her erect nipples.
He began to lick the cheeks of her ass. She braced herself as she realized what he intended to do. Then suddenly his tongue jabbed into her asshole and she gasped as it prodded the virginal hole. He licked the tender ass flesh with obvious delight, and she couldn't believe the excitement pouring through her body. Though she had at first been repulsed when she understood what the awkward position she lay in had meant; she now found herself groaning at the incredible sensations spreading out from his burning probing.
"Suck my bunghole! Put your whole mouth on it, baby."
He willingly obliged, and she felt him attach his mouth to her brownie and blow hot breath into the eager orifice. Then he gave several rapid sucking motions and went back to laving the inside of her lovely ass with his tongue.
There were so many ways of pleasure she had missed, but Al was making up for those lost moments of bliss with his furious licking. She wanted to cry out with pleasure that was almost too much to bear and started to push his head away from her ass before it became unbearable.
"Enough. My pussy needs you now. Oh, hurry!"
He left her ass crack and went to her pulsing slit. His lips tugged at the sides of her quivering pussy and his tongue licked up and down her wet gash. She pushed her crotch up to his mouth, lost in the tremendous joy that pitched through her limbs. She was on a wild roller-coaster ride, on a coach that climbed the highest mountains and then plummeted to the lowest valleys, and she bucked and rolled through the rapid changes.
His tongue found her throbbing clitoris, licking the straining pleasure button until Anna began to lurch wildly from the thrilling sensation. It was an unbelievably unreal moment, like nothing she had ever experienced, and she knew that oral sex was something she could no longer do without if she were to be completely fulfilled as a woman. The thought of returning to the mundane sex practices of Marcus depressed her, until Al's busy tongue sent another wave of intense satisfaction crackling through her.
Al moaned, slurping at her cunt, his tongue sweetening the walls of her twat with his saliva, and gathered the clit firmly in his mouth. He was buried deep inside her box, rolling with her undulations. She clamped her thighs to his head and wriggled her ass, making him grip her butt cheeks so as not to lose the rhythm. He lifted her cunt to his mouth, drinking from it like a man dying from thirst, lapping up every bit of her hot juice.
"Your cock, Al. Give me your cock in my mouth!"
He switched himself around and lay on his back. As he returned to her pussy, Anna put her head between his legs and took his newly erect wang in her mouth. His tongue reamed at her cunt, and she bobbed frantically at his prick, returning lick for lick. His fingers parted her cunt-lips and the tongue licked ever deeper inside her twat, until she felt the boiling pour up and out from her belly and the spasms grip her in their unrelenting and wonderful power.
"Oh God, I'm coming!" she moaned as she shuddered from the orgasm's impact, bucking wildly as darkness enveloped her for a brief moment. Then she heard Al speaking, sounding far away.
"Let me fuck you, baby. Sit on my cock." They shifted again, and Anna straddled his legs. Al's hands went to her beautiful tits as she pressed her still quivering cunt down on his rigid dick. It slipped in with little difficulty, her pussy wet from saliva and her own cunt juices. Anna's twat wrapped around his inflamed cock, and she began to squirm, her breath coming in ragged bursts, interspersed with moaning exhalations and sighs of immense pleasure.
Al's dick was so long Anna wasn't sure whether she could get it all inside her cunt, but as she hunched wildly on it, she felt it sliding deeper into her twat and knew that the natural resilience of her sex hole was finally adjusting to the thrillingly long cock. She felt its massive size filling her cunt to capacity, and as she bounced on it, she could feel the cock-head striking the end of her snatch. That sensation, coupled with the rubbing of her clitoris by the base of his prong, had her on the verge of another climax.
"God, I never knew it could be so good so many times in a row," she breathed in ecstasy, slamming her horny twat onto the thick rod.
Anna hunched wildly, grinding her hips, hurling her slick cunt up and down the powerful prong, hunching desperately and groaning as the thick spear was plunged into her cunt by her own motions. Al's hands were massaging her tits all the while, and as they fucked, his hands went to her hips. He gripped them tightly and began to hunch upwards savagely, almost lifting Anna from the floor. She didn't seem to mind that he had taken the initiative from her, because each powerful thrust sent explosions coursing through her cunt.
"I'm coming again!" she yelled. "And it's the best one of them . . . ALLLL!"
Anna clutched Al as the second orgasm hit her, and following closely on the heels of her climax, Al's frantic hunching gave its last full plunge and he released his sperm again, grunting hoarsely.
"Ahhh, that's good."
Anna, beaten and completely spent, slipped her head down on his chest and lay there, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.
It had been good, so very good. She was glad she had called Al, overcoming the silly fears she had held. A woman needed a good fucking, and for the first time in her life Anna felt like she had truly gotten that good fucking.