Chapter 2
A lot happened in the next two months. Gerald and I kept seeing each other, I lost ten pounds, and Harold got on my nerves more and more. If it hadn't been for the kids, I would have left him. As it was, I just sort of went through the motions at home and concentrated on the good times I was having with Gerald.
We really got along well, though after a while I realized that I was more interested in his cock than I was in him. Always before this, having an orgasm had been a real struggle. More often than not I didn't make it. But with Gerald I came every time we fucked.
Still, after several months had passed, I found myself getting a little bored with Gerald. He was a nice person, but the only exceptional thing about him was his cock. By this time I was becoming convinced that my new success in being able to come was less a result of his cock being so large than it was a product of my growing understanding of my own body. The reason I'm sure of this is because by now I was masturbating quite regularly, and having a lot of fun doing it.
There were a lot of ways I would go about it, but the one that I liked best was also the most time consuming and difficult. Still, it was the most rewarding and I did it as often as I could.
Usually the best time to go about it was in the afternoon, while the kids were at school and Harold was working. It was quiet then, and I had plenty of time to enjoy myself.
First I would take a nice, long bath. It was always fun to look at myself in the mirror, especially now that I had lost ten pounds. I don't want to sound conceited, but my looks are one thing I'm totally confident about. I may not be exactly beautiful, but when I want to I can be damn sexy.
Anyway, to get myself all tingly and warm I liked to slumber in the tub and let the hot water run all over my pussy. This was made a lot easier by the fact that we had a detachable showerhead. I was able to get the water right where I wanted it without going through any contortions.
I would start out by running it on my tits, letting it pulse on my nipples, but before long I would get impatient. Two minutes later I would have it exactly where I wanted it; about three inches from my hungry cunt. The hot water was fantastic and I would sit there for maybe half an hour just letting it run all over my pussy. Sometimes I would spread my cunt lips apart to let the pressure get all the way inside my box, while other times I would just he there, my eyes closed, the water making a warm, wet mess out of my pussy.
By the time I got out of the tub I would be totally alive with excitement. I would towel dry, watching my naked tits bounce around in the mirror, until finally I was ready to crawl into the bed.
Naked, I would sit on the end of the bed and look at myself in the mirror. I would feel clean and fresh; just perfect for what I wanted to do.
Slowly, watching my image the whole time, I would run my hands across my tits, feeling the nipples harden, watching the areolas grow bright pink as my excitement increased. Then I would madly caress my tits.
All the while my cunt would be getting hotter and hotter. I had to be careful, in fact, to keep my own hot cream from making a mess on the bedspread most of the time.
Soon I would be impatient again, so my hands would somehow work their way down until they were poised on the outside of my pussy. Then, with my legs spread wide, I would open the lips of my cunt, baring the pink, wet skin inside my slit. Usually I could feel a new rush of excitement at the first sight of my naked muff, and a moment later fresh spurts of honey would become visible on my pussy lips.
For a long time I would just look at myself; then, as soon as I felt like it was the absolute right moment, I would plunge two of my fingers deep into my hot cunt, reaming myself out, pumping and shoving with everything I had.
It was fantastic!
For perhaps ten minutes I would finger myself, rolling and squirming, moaning and groaning, until finally I would come. It was amazing to watch my own cunt at the precise moment when I climaxed, because I could see the muscles contract and a moment later the hot cream would begin to spurt out onto my hands.
Then I would take a nap.
I guess about half my afternoons were spent this way. Sometimes I varied it, like coming in the bathtub with the water on my pussy, or lying in bed with my eyes shut, thinking about someone who might have turned me on recently. But always the result was the same; I would end up exploding all over my hand, and then I would fall asleep.
Not a bad way to spend the afternoon, right?
Anyway, the day I met Richard, I was almost in a frenzy because he knocked on the door just as I was sitting down on the edge of the bed getting ready to take care of myself.
"Shit," I said under my breath, not moving from where I was sitting, hoping whoever it was would go away.
The knock came again, louder this time. "Shit!" I said louder. Who the hell was it? Then, thinking it might be something important, I got up and threw on a robe and went downstairs to answer the door.
When I opened it I saw a man standing outside with a briefcase in his hand. He was about twenty-five, good-looking in a very straight, short-haired way.
"Yes?" I asked, aware suddenly of how disheveled I probably looked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, looking at me in a way that I didn't understand. "You won't be interested in this."
He began to walk away.
"Hey, wait a minute," I called out to him. I couldn't believe that after all the trouble I had just gone to in order to make it downstairs he was going to just walk away like that.
He stopped and looked at me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked
"Well, I'm selling something that you obviously aren't in the market for. It's a weight control program."
I looked at him.
Under normal circumstances I would have just said "You're right" and closed the door. But these weren't normal circumstances. I was horny as a bitch in heat; my cunt was tingling like crazy from the hot water treatment, and here was a man standing at my front door.
"Why don't you come in and show it to me. I may not be fat, but you've no idea all the things I have to give up to stay slim."
He smiled and came in.
As I was showing him to the living room, I wondered how many other women he'd used the same technique on-tell a woman she's not fat when she thinks she's five pounds overweight and she'll follow you anywhere.
He began to tell me about his product, something called Slenderness Now, and I sat on the couch listening to him. Or at least appearing to listen to him. But all I could think about was how hot my cunt was and how here was a young man with, I presumed, a perfectly good cock who was evidently impressed with the way I looked.
Why not?
It occurred to me that you have to take opportunity when it is presented to you. Otherwise you end up sitting around cursing yourself for passing up something you didn't really want to pass up.
I wanted to fuck this guy. And I figured that, at the very least, he owed it to me for disturbing me when he did.
So I pretended to be listening to him as he rambled on and on about proteins, enzymes, amino acids and a lot of other nonsense I didn't care about, while all the time I concentrated on giving him the best possible view of my tits beneath the robe.
It wasn't difficult. The gown was kind of loose and baggy in the front, and second of all, he made it easy for me by reaching forward and handing me little boxes of pills and other things so that I could look at them. All I had to do was reach forward myself and he was blessed with an excellent view of my naked tits.
He loved it.
He also was nervous as hell. I don't think this had ever happened to him before, though I could be wrong. He was obviously getting turned on, but he was also obviously nervous about the whole thing. He kept looking around the house, as if he expected my husband to materialize any moment.
Finally I decided to stop beating around the bush. I was certain he'd take whatever bait I laid out for him; it was just a question of what would be the most fun for me.
In the end I let my legs somehow cross themselves so that one of them protruded, naked, through the opening in the front of the gown. Then I spread them apart slightly; I could tell from the quick blush that mounted his features that my furry snatch was visible to him.
He was like putty in my hands.
"Ah, by the way," I said, clearing my throat and smiling sweetly. "What did you say your name was?"
"Richard," the young man answered, trying desperately not to stare directly at my cunt. I spread my legs a little wider just to make it more difficult for him.
"Well, Richard. I guess you meet some pretty strange people in your business."
"Most of them are nice."
"Yes. I'm sure. But what about the others? What are they like?"
"Oh, nothing special. I think I better go now?"
"Really. Look, I'll buy your product, just don't go so quickly."
He nodded. Then he swallowed, and I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. By now my cunt was totally in view. I was certain he could see the pink, cream covered lips beyond the hair.
"Did anybody ever try to seduce you?" I asked, running my fingers lightly along my visible cleavage, letting my eyes flirt with him.
"Not really," he answered. Even though he was embarrassed he still looked straight at me, almost begging me to do something besides talk.
I decided that I'd toyed with him long enough. My cunt was tingling, and unless I was badly mistaken his cock was hard and aching to be inside me.
"Well, you know it's happening to you right now, don't you?"
He swallowed again. Then nodded. "Well. Come over here."
Obediently he got up and crossed, then sat down awkwardly on the couch next to me.
"Relax," I said softly, leaning forward and beginning to unfasten his tie. I could see the muscles clenching in his temple; he must be really up tight about all this.
I stripped him.
First his shirt, then his pants, and finally his underwear.
"Not bad, Richard. Not bad at all," I said, looking at his cock. It wasn't as big as Gerald's, but it was plenty big to do the trick. I wasn't complaining.
He seemed somehow comforted to hear himself praised, because he reached forward and pulled my robe apart. My right tit popped free, and I could see from the expression on his face that he was astounded at what he saw.
"Go ahead," I whispered. "Kiss it. Suck it. Do whatever you want to it."
He looked up at me searchingly for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward, burying his head in my warm flesh.
"Yeah, Richard, that's it. Go ahead, do what you want to."
I held his head against my tits, feeling his hot, feverish tongue slip and slide all over them. He seemed to love to shove his face all the way into the soft flesh, burying himself in the valley between the twin, milky pillows.
I began to thrust my chest against his licking, laving tongue.
"Harder, Richard. Do it harder. Suck my nipples, baby, that's it. Oooohhhh, yeah, my nips. Suck hard, baby, suck hard!"
Finally I couldn't stand it any more.
I ripped off my gown, exposing my body completely for the first time.
He pulled back and looked. I think he was a little surprised, in spite of what he had said earlier, to see how slim I was beneath my tits.
"Nice," he breathed, his voice barely audible.
Without saying anything I reached forward and took his head in my hands. An idea had suddenly come to me, and I knew what I wanted.
His tongue.
I wanted him to eat me. I wanted to feel his hot lips on the lips of my pussy, his tongue inside my dripping slit.
Slowly I pulled him forward and down, my hands firm on his head, my eyes never leaving him. Down, down I pulled him until finally he was on his knees in front of me. It was amazing to feel how docile he was in my hands, and for the first time I think I completely realized how powerful a tool my looks were.
"Now eat me, Richard. I want you to lick my pussy till I come. Understand? If you do, well, I'll do something real special for you when you're finished. Real special."
It occurred to me that I was talking to him as if he were a child, but somehow it seemed appropriate. I was his teacher, and he was learning from me. He would do whatever I wanted him to.
I spread my legs.
I could see his eyes gazing up into my open cunt. He could see the dark, furry hair, wet and glistening from the cream'that had oozed out of my quivering slit.
I spread my cunt lips wide, giving him an excellent view of my inner cunt, fanning the flames that were already running rampant within him.
"Do it, Richard. Eat me. Eat my cunt."
He moved forward. His eyes were open, watching intently.
Suddenly his tongue shot out, driving deep into my hot cunt. I squirmed and writhed, suddenly forgetting everything except the questing, probing tongue within me.
"Ooohhhh, yeah, baby, that's it. Do it to me, Richard. Eat me. Oh yeah, that's good. Real good!"
I began to move my cunt around, thrusting it down onto his upturned face, rotating it so that his tongue could probe deeper and deeper into me. It was plunging in and out with a force and quickness that practically took my breath away.
"Fantastic..." I breathed, loving every second of the attention my neglected pussy was getting. I knew this was like a dream come true for him, and he was evidently making the most of it.
I kept spreading my legs wider and wider apart, practically doing the splits so he could get his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I shoved down on his face, grinding against his chin, thrusting my pelvis forward with all the force my body possessed.
Finally I felt it.
At first it was small, almost insignificant in the midst of all the sensations I was experiencing. But quickly it grew stronger, a churning, boiling presence inside my cunt that could mean only one thing.
"Harder, Richard, harder. Oh yeah, that's it! You're gonna make me come, Richard. Make me come!"
He redoubled his efforts, shooting his tongue deep inside me while his chin ground against my tender clit.
"Yeah, Richard. Yeah ... ohhh ... yeah ... it's coming ... ohh ... it's coming ... AAAAGGGHHHH!"
Suddenly my cunt spilled over.
I could feel hot cream shooting out onto his upturned face. Again and again I felt my muscles contract until finally I was spent.
It had been fantastic.
Richard's face was covered with my cum, slippery and glistening in the light.
He looked at me expectantly.
I smiled. I had promised him something special, and that was just what I was going to give him.