Chapter 7
"PASS ME ANOTHER BEER, ED," I LAUGHED giving him a high-voltage smile. He moved quickly to the tub of canned beer, packed with ice, and dug one out for me. I was sitting on a blanket in the shade of a big pine tree, wearing a new shorts-and-halter outfit I had bought the day before. They were rather snug, and Ed had been ogling me ever since John and I had walked out of the house to join Ed and Sally.
Sally had arranged a picnic. It was Saturday afternoon, the weather was ideal, and Ed had found a very good place for the outing, high in the timber country north of town. Another couple had been invited by Sally-Carl and Eve Hill. Carl was a truck driver who worked with Ed part of the time. Slender and wiry, he was about John's age.
Eve was a cute, curvy blonde I had met one day over at Sally's; she was around twenty-two, and they-I mean she and Carl-had been married a couple of years or so. Her shorts and halter were nearly as skimpy as mine, and of course, Sally's were hardly anything. More like a bikini swim suit.
Sally had already hinted that the Hills were in a swapping mood, which might be interesting. Carl looked virile enough; he was dark and well tanned, pleasant. He had brought a guitar along, and was reputed to be clever at singing suggestive ditties.
The food was in cold hampers, the tub was full of beer, and a festive mood prevailed in the grassy meadow. Already there appeared to be a start at pairing off; Eve was hanging around John, and Carl was kidding with Sally. Sally evidently wanted a change. I wondered if she and Ed had already swapped with Carl and Eve.
John appeared rather embarrassed by Eve's interest; she was a pretty little thing, giggly, almost silly. Her outfit was yellow. I had picked a deep blue, and Sally's near-bikini was red, naturally. She like to show off.
"You look great in that kind of an outfit," Ed murmured, sitting beside me on the blanket. Taking a tip from the girlie magazine, I had put on eye make-up and accented my full mouth more. I had to admit I looked sexier, and with my poundage down more, even Sally commented on my appearance.
In a little aside, before we had gotten started on the picnic, Sally had giggled and said:
"You look ravishing, honey. John been giving you a little?"
"No."
"Well, Ed's dying to get his hands on you-so look out."
"I'm not as bashful as I was," I said. I was remembering how she and Ed had talked while they were horsing around in their bedroom. Today I was going to let go. I could talk as sexy as the next girl.
Now, I smiled at Ed and leaned closer, whispering in his ear.
"Did you miss me while you were out of town?"
"Hell, yes!"
I felt a keen edge of excitement. "When are you going to take me out in the bushes, honey?"
The hunger flared in his dark eyes; he stared at my bulgy halter. My nipples were starting to indent the blue snug cloth. I hadn't had any since the night John had failed me; I was ready for fun, believe me.
"Soon!" he breathed.
I looked down at his crotch, and I could see his prick bulged in his tight trousers. His male aroma was titillating my nerve centers.
"My pussy's getting itchy," I whispered.
He chuckled. "You've got a cute one."
I could tell he was pleased at my boldness. Oh, I was learning fast.
There was more chatter, with Sally hogging most of the conversation. Eve giggled at everything she said. Sally hadn't mentioned anything more about helping me out herself, but her eyes continued to communicate. Since my one Lesbian experience, I was more hep; Sally wanted to get in my panties, all right. And maybe, just for the hell of it, I'd let her.
John could have his hand and his girlie books. Something else, too. I had found that photograph in his robe pocket. It was billfold size. It showed an obviously Oriental girl, with her thighs cocked back, her shaded twat spread invitingly, and her mouth was also shaped in an O, like the one he enjoyed in the girlie magazine. Why couldn't he come on, and ask if I'd like to have my pussy kissed? I knew I would enjoy having a prick in my mouth. If he still couldn't work up the nerve to push it in, maybe a 69 would help.
He had big problems, and I wasn't in the mood now to try to solve them. Let him go to a doctor.
About half an hour later, and another beer apiece, Ed said he had a point of interest up the trail he wanted to show me. Nobody protested. John was letting Eve hold his can of beer while he drank. Her left tittie was pressed, against his arm. Sally said something about Carl showing her a new trail, too.
Trembling, I followed Ed out of the clearing.
"Don't be gone too long, kiddies. We'll eat before we get too drunky on beer."
"Who wants to eat?" Carl quipped, his arm around Sally's lissome waist.
I didn't hear the answer; Ed and I were moving up the trail he had indicated. As soon as we had gone about fifty feet, around one turn in the brush-bordered path, he turned and slipped his arms around me. Naturally, I held my mouth up for a kiss, and I got it.
His tongue shot into my eager mouth; I pressed my titties and my hips boldly against him. I couldn't recall when I had been so anxious for a good sexing. Ever since Sally had started talking about the picnic, on Friday, my panties had been warm. I had almost played with myself that evening, but I had managed to hold it off. Now, I was burning for it.
His tongue went deep, his right hand came up between us, capturing my titties. I coiled my tongue around his; I arched my boobies out. Delectable stings of joy were coasting along my body, centering in my puss. The memory of his big cock made me shiver.
"Let's get further up the trail," he breathed, shaping my tingly breasts. "I know a good spot."
"I can hardly wait," I said, watching his hand on my halter. "like my titties, honey?"
"Jesus, you know it! Come on."
I walked ahead of him so he could observe the wiggle of my rump. I was babbly with excitement. A chipmunk darted ahead of us, along the path, tail flirting. I flirted my own tail. Ed came up closer and copped a few feels, where my thighs rubbed together as I walked.
"Do it some more, honey!" I giggled.
His hand answered, tickling around. My pussy was turning moist.
A few moments later we entered a small clearing. I sank down in the grass, my legs a bit wobbly from the climb and his caresses. He stood in front of me, unbuttoning his sport shirt. His trousers were pushed way out. I spread my legs while I unfastened my halter. He stared at my pussy, so clearly outlined under my shorts.
My titties came tumbling free just as his pants fell.
"Terrific!" he said, his voice choked.
I cupped my breasts in my hands, boldly thrusting them toward him. "Come and get 'em, honey."
Now his white briefs came down. He kicked them free. His cock was really up there, big and long and brown. I looked at his prick, admired it, shivering up a storm. Quickly I unfastened my shorts, rose up enough to slide them away from my hips. I took my pink panties right along with them. In seconds I was nude, spread out, my pussy wet and waiting.
We could play around later; I knew from his flushed expression he was ready to mount me, and he wasn't long doing it, believe me! With a moan he sank between my thighs, his big shaft finding the mark. The touch of his big head on my tender labia drew a moan from me, too.
Now it was entering, delectably. His mouth found a tumid nipple; my burning cunt surrounded his prick, as he pushed in, and erotic claspings, honeyed shiverings of my vagina attested to my need.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... Oh!" I cried. "I'm coming!"
He stroked twice, and that did it. My box convulsed; the heaven struck me in juicy, feverish waves. I lunged upward, pressing his head way deep as my gun went off, and off, and ohhhhh offffff!
"Goddamn!" he cried, holding there, deep, while I finished my glorious, quick come.
"Ohhh, that was good, honey!" I murmured, squeezing my legs around him. "You didn't, did you?"
"No."
"Ohhh, wonderful. I need more-and more. I just need a real good screwing!"
He began to slam me with hard, deep strokes. I met every one, panting, curving my titties up for his mouth, swimming in a rising tide of yearning. He mouthed a taut nipple, sucking hard. My pussy commenced to quiver again. He felt it, heard my labored breathing, my moans, and he went faster, faster.
At the end he rose up higher, and I lifted my head, watching his big shaft go in and out of my cunt. Ohhh, it was just oodles of fun; it was wild and hairy and sweet.
"Shoot it to me, honey!" I cried, remembering how Sally had cried out. "Hit me! Make me go off hard."
"Goddamn!" he muttered.
Now I felt his big knob swell; his body tensed, his strokes seemed to be going clear through me. My pussy vibrated, my nerves gathered, my breath went out of my lungs, and suddenly I felt the heavenly swell and throb of his prick, the exquisite outpouring of his juice, and my whole pelvis erupted in the most excruciating series of blasts I had ever known. I shouted. I had to. But my voice was muffled by the trees and the brush, and I floated down in a quaky trough of total release.
The deep ache was gone. I had had my vaginal climax. Nothing could match it-absolutely nothing.
He flattened on me, his chest mashed on my titties, his cock not quite so large, but still gratifyingly hard. He let it soak in my cunt for long delirious moments. I felt his come start to dribble from my box, and he rolled away. I fumbled open my purse, found some tissue and sopped up the juice. He rested, flat on his back, still breathing hard.
Oh, it was so good to know he had poured his virility into my box, and not out in the air, as John did.
I cuddled up beside him, my hand sliding across his chest.
"Was I good, honey?" I whispered. "Goddamn!" he murmured. "You really tore it out of me."
I giggled. I reached down and cuddled his half-soft prick in my fingers. It was so nice to feel it, hold it. I was starved for this kind of intimacy.
"You can have it again, any time you want it, honey," I murmured.
He sighed. He raised his head and chuckled. "You know, you're about the best piece I ever had."
"Oh, you tell all the girls that!"
It was easy to flirt and talk sexy, I loved it.
"No, I don't, sugar," he smiled. "I don't know quite how to say it, but you've got the damnedest action inside. That hubby of yours doesn't know how lucky he is."
I couldn't tell him. How could I say, the poor jerk's never had it in me! He's afraid!
"I'm glad you like it," I whispered. "I just love it!"
His hand wandered down my tummy to my pussy; he cupped it gently.
"You know, Diane, when I first saw you today, I could hardly believe it. You look better, sexier. No kidding."
I giggled. "You helped when you turned me on last Friday night."
He shook hfc head. "Doesn't John give you ... any?"
"Hardly any, honey. Hardly any, at all. "I wish you'd brought a blanket," I said, glancing down at my bare rump, which rested on his shirt. "I'll go back and get one," he answered, winking. "No. I want you here, honey."
He was sitting beside me, using his trousers for a cushion. His left arm was around my waist and where do you suppose his right hand rested? On my big titties, naturally. We were resting a bit, horsing around, both knowing we needed more. It was wonderful, having a man around who knew what to do with his prick.
I was dying to hold it again, feel it grow and swell into hardness, but I could wait awhile!
"These are something," he said, running his fingers along the under-slope of my left breast.
"I love to have them played with!" I said, boldly.
His fingers gradually slipped upward to my nipple, and he pinched it playfully. I shivered, kissing his neck. He moved to my other tittie, cavorting over it, making my nipple sting and tingle. I couldn't resist any longer; I reached down between his legs and shaped my fingers around his pecker.
"This is something, too!" I murmured. It was starting up again, turning hard. I eased the foreskin down, exposing the pink, expanding head. I got so little of this I was simply starved for it.
"Honey, will you stretch out and let me do the ground work?" I whispered.
"Sure-as long as I can feel your titties."
"I expected you to do that," I giggled. He was going to let me. I was quaking with excitement. He sank back, his shoulders on the deep grass, and immediately I leaned over him, brushing my nipples across his tanned chest. He caressed my waist and hips and shoulders, saving my pussy for later, which I fully appreciated.
"We're going to make this one last, aren't we, honey?" I murmured.
He chuckled. "As long as you want, baby. But you get all the fun you can. You know, a man can't make it as many times as a girl."
"So I've heard!" I laughed. It was so good to be able to kid around and talk. John was always so damned serious and tight-lipped about the whole thing, a bit on the sneaky side, as though he were doing something dirty. Maybe he hadn't grown up yet.
I kissed him on the mouth, and he let me take the active role, plunging my tongue deep. Then we opened our mouths wide and played tongue-wrestle, with just the tips in contact. I straddled him, bringing my pussy down on his prick, as it lay along his belly, rubbing my cunt back and forth. He kept fondling my titties, making them hard. I was panting; I was having a ball.
"Care if I kiss your prick, honey?" I murmured.
"Hell, no!"
I shuddered. Oh, how I wanted to try it! The beer and my new outlook combined to give me all kinds of courage.
"I'll do the same for you, baby," he said, toying with my nipples, making sweet twinges sweep along my body.
"Oh, will you, honey?"
"Turn around, and I'll show you," he urged.
This was just too too. I knew I'd have a come, soon. "I'm kind of green, Ed."
"Never mind."
I made the turn-around, spreading my thighs over his face, while I held his prick in my right hand and lowered my lips. I was dizzy with need. I had read about this, heard about, dreamed of it, hoping my husband would lead me.
He gripped my bottom with his hands and brought me down into the right position. I braced myself with my knees, so I wouldn't mash down too hard. Just as my lips surrounded the swollen knob of his passion, I felt a hot stab in my shivery cunt. His tongue seemed to burn me with sugary fire. It was a new kind of sensation, having a man jazz his tongue into my puss. Delectable.
My body began to shake; I wanted to make thrusts with my hips, but that would break the voluptuous contact. I felt the ripple of my come, knifing along my thighs, searing my pussy. His tongue hit my clitoris, and whoooom!
I had to lift my mouth from his cock, because I cried out. The orgasm twisted and rolled through my pelvis in delicious waves.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... honey ... I'm going ... off!" I shouted. My titties throbbed, my cunt throbbed. I had a wild one.
When it was over, I was a little weak and shaky; I fell away on his side, and turned around, so I could mash my breasts on his chest and savor the last of the pleasure in that position. At last my hips could move, and as the sugary nuances continued, I dry-fucked his leg, cuddling his prick in my hand. Ohhh, it was swoony and dreamy and so relaxing, and I had another kind of shivery peak of feeling with hardly any more moving, at all. My mouth still seemed to burn with the impress of his cock, and I was sure that had caused my multiple climax. I softened on him, floaty with bliss.
"I never had it like that, honey," I breathed.
"Neat. You're doing fine!"
I rested, and before long you know what I was doing? Sliding on top, so my wet pussy was right next to his rigid pole.
Now I wanted another first. I rolled my titties on his chest and hunched and whispered.
"Are you going to let me top-ride, Ed?"
"Hell, yes!"
"I'm just dying to try it!" I was so relaxed and warm all over I didn't care what I said or did.
"Christ, haven't you ever done that, either."
"Nooo."
"Where have you been all your life, baby."
"In a hick town and living with a stupid man," I said.
He chuckled. "Well, it's all yours."
I had watched Sally, so I had a pretty good idea about the method. I rose up and let his pecker lift to its natural angle. He reached down there, fondling my cunt, and stabs of mounting joy whirled through my loins. Even I was amazed that I could enjoy myself even more. I was all built up to a high level of sensitivity; I seemed to have reached a kind of sensual plateau where a few touches and squeezes could send me into another delicious come.
Finally, he drew his hand away, and I swung forward a bit, feeling the big head contact the burning lips of my puss. Ohhh, almost. Another wiggle, another try and I moaned as his knob started going in. I had him, now.
I had never been so slicked up inside. The instant I felt him sliding up there, my box shivered, my legs stiffened. I hunched down, hard, driving him all the way into my cunt. I was having it again! It wasn't fierce or total, but ohhhh, how dreamy! I rested there, shuddering, feeling my cove vibrate around his prick.
"Damn!" he muttered.
"Ohhh, double-damn!" I giggled.
His lips closed around a nipple; I started my top-riding in earnest. It was easy, really. The motions came naturally; I loved the freedom of it; I could rotate, and hold up high, then come down in little jerky lunges.
"Is it going to be good for you, honey?" I panted.
"Beautiful!" he answered.
"I want to be the best wiggle you ever had!" When a girl was burning hot she was entitled to say almost anything!
"Just keep on playing with it, baby. Make it last."
So I did. I rested; I bounced; I went around and around; I rode high, so the ridge of his prick slid along the point of my tender clitoris. With practice, I would probably do better, but I was giving it the old college try. The flutters in my pussy grew sweeter; with his cock in me I seemed to have more exquisite sensations than any other method could bring.
Why couldn't John give me stuff like this? Denying me, using his hand-it wasn't fair. He liked my body but only in a certain way.
Finally, I realized Ed couldn't hold it back much longer. He was going to make it; I could tell by the stiffening of his prick, his tremors.
I needed that deep twanging again. Ohhh, how I craved it. After another long, excruciating pause, I started the fast bounces.
"That's going to do it, baby!" he gasped.
"Come on, honey," I urged, wantonly, sweeping deeper and harder. "Come to me ... Shoot it away up in me!"
His face contorted; he hunched up, his hands clenched. My cunt was tensing, the preliminary shivers made me moan with delight. My rump flew, my titties bobbed. Every nerve in my body seemed ready to explode. Faster, faster. We were both panting, straining. The first flutters of my box signaled the start of my come. The head of his prick swelled, his shaft hardened, giving me that voluptuous joy I had known only with a real live cock.
The heavenly spasms started. I came down real hard, jamming his prick against a sensitive place at the deep end of my love cove. His spurts hit me before I reached the acme of sensation; but in a heartbeat my gun was just popping and popping as those sugary clenchings and tightening on his prick hurled me into a tizzy of ass-pounding, throbbing release. My whole body vibrated.
I had waited over a week for this, and I was having it! Each lovely spasm fulfilled a basic need, ripping the honey from my loins. I must have shouted; I don't even remember. I rested on him until all the tiny after-tremors subsided, leaving me weak and spent and dreamily relaxed. My titties made nice cushions. His arms fell away in the grass; his labored breathing eased. This was what a red-blooded girl needed-total satiety.
"You really are something, Diane," he murmured, recovering, hugging me close. "Ohhh, I guess!"
He smiled, patting my bottom. "A terrific top-rider."
He couldn't know how much this meant to me, realizing a measure of success. Over two years of wondering, guessing, growing to despise my husband because he wasn't a man-or wouldn't perform like one.
"I did my best," I giggled. "You're a natural, baby."
And wouldn't it have been nice now to have a husband whisper words of love and adoration? But my hubby was out in the bushes with a cute blonde named Eve. I could assume that, anyway.
Keep it on the fun level; don't be serious.
In a few moments we were ready to go back down the trail. His shirt and trousers had grass stains, they were wrinkled, but he laughed it off.
"Best grass sandwich I ever had," he chuckled, squeezing my waist.
"Oh, I'm not that good, honey."
"Don't underrate yourself all the time. Look, can I call you along about Tuesday afternoon."
"Yes."
"I'll be in town this week." I nodded. "I'll be waiting, Ed."
"That must have been quite a point of interest," Sally quipped, as we stepped into the picnic clearing. She and Carl were having a beer; their manner indicated they had had an interesting time.
"Where are John and Eve?" Ed asked, walking to the beer tub. The ice had melted down considerably.
"Haven't come back from their walk," Sally laughed.
"Oh, we're here now, kiddies!" the blonde answered. She appeared, walking ahead of John. He had a foolish grin on his face. I felt a wave of jealousy. My watch said over an hour had passed. Maybe she liked my husband's methods; she was still giggly and obviously pleased about the whole situation.
"I'm hungry," Ed said, and everybody laughed.