Chapter 8
WE WERE JUST FINISHING LUNCH WHEN a pickup appeared bearing a Forest Service emblem on the door. A big, bronzed man climbed out, smiled rather curtly and announced that we would have to leave; a forest fire was burning over the next ridge. It was under control at the moment, but the situation could change.
I was rather glad, actually. I had had plenty of nookie for one day, and Ed was acting rather pooped, too. I was glad because of something else, also. The ranger was the most virile man I had ever seen! He didn't wear a wedding ring, and before he left his glances at me indicated he was very pleased with how I looked.
Carl knew him slightly. His name was Judson Edwards. He hadn't been in the area long; he was from Montana. When he pulled away in his pickup I gave him a warm smile and got one back.
"Let's go to our place and finish the party, kids," Sally suggested.
No one objected. To be quite proper, we sat with our husbands for the ride back to town. John said hardly a word, which was fine with me. I kept thinking about Judson Edwards; he was not handsome, but he had a kind of rugged appeal that stirred my interest. I knew I had to find out more about him. If I was going to keep chasing around I might as well do a good job of it!
An hour later Sally and I were in her bathroom fixing our hair and make-up. Eve had been in ahead of us; she was out in the Upton living room, supposedly entertaining the boys until we two broads appeared. After a couple more beers I was feeling frisky again. Beds would be more comfortable than the hard ground in a meadow.
"like to swap again, honey?" Sally asked, as she touched up her mouth. "Well, why not?"
"Good! You take Carl and I'll latch onto John. I think Ed would like a whirl at Eve."
Something new, something different; that was the name of the game.
"I thought you and John didn't hit it off too well," I said, rather dryly.
She laughed. "That wine was too much for him, honey. The way Eve's acting he couldn't have done too badly!"
As long as we were down to basics, I asked. "How is Carl, anyway?"
"Not bad, honey. Not bad at all."
I should have felt a strong thrill at the prospect of having a new man play around with me, but after seeing Judson, all three of those in the living room seemed to be lacking in total masculinity-even Ed. I had had my fun with him, though, and what else did I expect?
"Are the boys willing?" I asked.
"Natch. Ever hear of a man who didn't like a new broad? Come on, let's go!"
"What'll we do for a third bedroom?"
She giggled. "Use your imagination, honey. If you and Carl get going, take him over to your place."
Just before we left the bathroom, Sally slipped her arm around my bare waist and whispered:
"When are we going to get together, honey?"
I drew her hand away. "I'll think about it," I said, remembering Terri. She appealed to me more than Sally did.
We joined the group in the living room. Eve and Ed were dancing. Sally had started the stereo earlier; it was now oozing slow jazz. Immediately Carl took my hand, his eyes running up and down my figure, and Sally wiggled up to John. The word was out. The boys wanted to finish the evening with a different chick. And the chicks weren't fighting it.
I had to admit Carl's arm felt good around my waist. He was slender and strong; he exuded a pleasing man-aroma. The beer and his nearness began kicking up a fuss in my glands.
"You're smooth, Diane," he said, into my ear.
"If you like 'em plump," I laughed.
I noticed Eve plastered to Ed; she was giving him some slow hip grinds, giggling, of course. Sally and John were in the dark end of the living room. She had turned the lights down very low.
Carl looked down at my bulging halter. "A girl can't have too much there to suit me."
"A tittie man, huh?" I asked, boldly.
He laughed. "Why don't we step out in the kitchen for another beer?"
"Pretty dark out there," I murmured, flattening my hips against him. "But I'll risk it."
The other four couldn't have cared less. He guided me into the shadowy kitchen, and immediately both of his arms slid around me. I decided to practice on him. For too many years I had been a meek, submissive dame; it was high time I began to assert myself, act sexy. I had done it with Ed, and the fun had been delicious!
I hunched boldly on his crotch and squirmed my breasts to his chest. When his mouth found mine, I shot my tongue into his lips.
He trembled; his right hand lifted toward my halter. I got some charges stroking my tongue against his. I swerved my lips away, teasingly.
"Take my halter off and play tittie," I whispered. "I need lots of it!"
"Damn!" he breathed, surprised at my responses.
I helped him with the halter. My boobies came surging out into his hands. He had both of them ready. I weaved my shoulders, making my breasts jiggle. He fondled them, his touches shooting tremors of desire down my spine.
"Get your prick out, honey. I want to play with it!"
He appeared startled. But he quickly unzipped his pants, and brought his pecker from hiding. He was fairly well endowed; not as big as Ed, but almost as long.
I danced my fingers along his prick. I leaned against a counter and pushed my tits out as far as they would point. He shivered, fondling my charms, making my nipples stiff and tingly. Oh, it was real fun.
"Make them hard, honey!" I panted. "I love it."
"Boy, have you got 'em!" he exclaimed.
I drew his hips close and dry-fucked his pecker on my bare tummy, just above my snug shorts. I caressed his balls and tickled his cock.
He leaned down, finding a nipple with his mouth.
"That's it, honey," I breathed. "You're giving me a wonderful hard-on!"
I squirmed, pretending more passion than I felt at this stage of the game. I purposely didn't lower my shorts, teasing him. Fondling a cock is something a girl should do, and I hadn't had enough of it for years. But I didn't pump him, that would bring him around too soon. I was learning, all right.
He sucked the other nipple, fondling the tittie that wasn't being kissed. He was pretty good. My twat was starting to burn with that old familiar yearning.
"Let's go over to our house and you can have the rest, Carl."
"God, yes!" he panted. He was getting almost overexcited; we needed a break in the action.
I pushed him away and put my halter back in place. Reluctantly, he stuffed his pecker back into his trousers. We slipped out of the back door, into the cool darkness. I led the way across the lawn between the two houses. He followed like a hound dog after a coon.
The house was dark and quiet. I turned on a lamp in the living room and led him into the bedroom, the place where I had known so many disappointments. Now a stranger was here, a man I had met only today. Did it matter any more? The plump, shy housewife was finally turning into a swap-bunny.
I flicked on the bedside lamp and unfastened my halter. I tossed it on the floor. He was unbuttoning his shirt, loosening his trousers in quite a hurry.
"Slow down, honey. We don't want to rush this," I said, weaving my hips.
He nodded, but he was almost out of his clothes already. His eyes were glazed with passion. I found the zipper on my shorts; they loosened, and I let them fall.
I had already removed my panties over at Sally's place. Just a hindrance.
He stared at my nude body, his pecker stiff and ready. I sat on the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs.
"Now tease me up good, honey," I said thrusting my tits out.
He didn't waste any time; he swung down at my right and grabbed a handful of breast. I fingered his prick. The end of it was all wet. Again I felt a sense of elation that I could arouse a reasonably handsome male. John's dilly-dallying had given me a kind of inferiority complex. Other men wanted to put it in me even if he didn't.
"You're pretty good, honey," I murmured, watching his hands move over my titties. "Now work on my pussy awhile, huh?"
My bold words seemed to excite him even more. He let his hand slide down my belly, then in between my legs. He fiddled around on the soft inner sides of my thighs and thrills of pleasure made me tremble. I hunched.
"Damn!" he muttered, cupping my snatch at last. I rotated my hips on his fingers and squeezed his prick. Things were going to be all right; I was sure now I could have another come, maybe two!
He mouthed a tender nipple and pushed his play-finger into my cunt.
"Ummmmm!" I breathed. "Kiss me down there, will you, honey?"
"Suck. I'll suck your cock if you want me to."
He seemed astonished at my words. Sally wasn't the only broad who could talk sexy. He didn't answer; he got down on his knees and pushed his head between my legs. I had loved it when Terri sucked my pussy.
The way he went at it, gripping my rump and nuzzling around, I figured he had had some experience. His tongue found the sensitive mark; sharp stings of joy ran through my loins. I curved my puss toward this source of delight. His tongue probed, sending waves of excitement along my thighs. My titties were firm, my nipples expanded. Ohhh, he did know how! It was getting real hot and delectable.
"Now ... put it in, honey!" I cried.
He reared up, letting go of my rump and bringing his prick in toward my cunt. I backed away, sliding to the middle of the bed, not letting him make contact, yet. Panting, he chased me.
"Hold still," he muttered.
"You can have it, now," I whispered.
He was shaking with need. He made a few stabs before he found the moist, heated cove.
Quaking, shuddering, I took him in. Ohhh, God, it was nice to be filled again. I wondered just how much I could use in one day. But after I had starved along for years, a feast was in order. I was content this time to let the man do the work. I'd had enough topping out for one day.
He seemed to regain some of his control; he pushed slowly in and out. My pussy was quivering and clenching. This appeared to stir him a great deal. Ohhh, hell, he was shuddering and his prick was swelling. He moaned.
"Not yet!" I cried-but I was too late. He lurched and pounded. I felt the swell of his knob; his body stiffened; his strokes deepened, and I tossed my ass fast, almost there-almost.-not quite. I felt the outpouring of his juice, and finally, after a burst of lifts, I made it. My cunt vibrated; my nerves exploded; the sweet spasms hit me. It was not as good as with Ed, but I was getting it, and why split hairs about it?
He was sweaty with effort, and our bodies were stuck together, while my legs jerked and my boobies throbbed. I sailed into the aftermath, crying out my pleasure.
"Damn, that was good!" he gasped, limp as a rag above me. His prick was shrinking. I had taken all the starch out of it.
"Pretty good screw, am I?" I giggled.
"Oh, you know it, baby."
His gratitude made me wonder. Didn't all girls have those clenchings and fluttering in their cunt when they went off? Well if they didn't, they couldn't know what they were missing.
Carl wasn't near the cocksman Ed was, however. I didn't think I'd let this guy have any more. He was too quick on the trigger, even after Sally had got his first wad. Or had she?
I was turning into quite a slut.