Chapter 3

Mary Alice Michaels let the ball slide easily from her fingers and knew it was another strike. It amazed her how easily the feel came back. She hadn't bowled in over five years and this was her third game over two-hundred.

"You really laid that one in there, baby," the big blonde Swede in the next lane said.

"Thanks," Mary Alice said, walking back to look at her score. She knew what her score was, but it was something to do; the big guy had been flirting with her all evening and it made her feel a little uncomfortable. It excited her a little, too.

"Not bad," she said.

"Not bad?" Marie said. "Shit, Mary Alice, quit bragging."

Mary Alice picked up the half empty bottle of beer and killed it. God, how many had she had; she'd lost count long ago. She could feel the Swede's eyes on her and nervously lit a cigarette. She felt like she was eighteen again with a new guy moving in on her. Well, she wasn't eighteen, but a new guy was putting the move on her, and she knew she shouldn't feel this way. She was married, she had two kids.

Nick had been gone six months, six months of loneliness for Mary Alice. He had fucked her the night before he left, a sweet, delicious fuck, but over all too soon. It was the first time he had fucked her in several weeks and she was in need, too much in need for one quick jump to satisfy all the built up desire. She had gone without since and was hurting. She felt like a barren woman. She had spent all her nights at home since, until tonight when she had agreed to go bowling with some girls who worked in the same building. They had no way of knowing she was so good and were delighted; they were a cinch for first place now.

Mary Alice sat down to catch her breath. She hadn't had this much fun since Nick had left, well before that, actually. Iris came over and handed Mary Alice a beer.

"I didn't order another one," Mary Alice protested.

"Compliments of the big guy in the next lane," Iris said, wrinkling her nose. "I think the big fucker has his eye on you."

Mary Alice blushed. "Knock it off, Iris," she said.

"Shit, honey, you been flirting with him all evening."

Mary Alice took a slug of beer. She didn't want to protest because she knew it was true. She was a little drunk, too, and kind of liked the feeling. It had been a long time.

"I wish he was making eyes at me. I'd go out in the car with him and make a little love," Iris said.

"What would your husband say?" Mary Alice said.

"He'd probably be relieved because he wouldn't have to fight me off when I got home. I'm the horny one, remember? Marie is the prim little one that wouldn't dream of cheating on her darling hubby. You've been without a man too long, Mary Alice; it would serve your old man right for running off on you."

"Aw, Iris, knock it off," she said. The thought did make her tingle, though. She took another long pull from the frosty bottle. She liked beer, always had, and could put away a lot of it.

She got to her feet and drained the bottle. She picked up her ball, sized up the pins, and knocked them all down again. She grinned and wiped her palm against her slacks. She was sweating.

"Hot damn," the big Swede in the next lane said, "you are some bowler, lady. There's an opening in a mixed doubles league on Tuesday's. We should get together; we could make beautiful music together."

"You mean in a bowling alley?" Mary Alice said.

"Yeh, there, too," he said, grinning.

Mary Alice smiled, pleased that she could still turn a guy on. She was thirty-seven, but still one hell of a lot of woman. Her slacks were form fitting and her sweater strained to hold her tits. She had big ones. She brushed a lock of hair from her eyes.

"I think I'll have another beer," she said.

They bantered back and forth down to the last frame. Mary Alice was drunk and having a ball. She staggered just a little and squinted down the blurring lane.

"Goddamn! Beautiful!" the big Swede said. "Hey, honey, I don't even know your name."

"My friends call me Mary Alice," she said.

"Hi, Mary Alice. I'm Lon. Lon Sorenson. Can I take you home?"

Mary Alice hesitated, afraid she would say yes if she answered quickly.

"Bring your own car?" Lon said.

"I came with a couple of girls."

"That's great. Tell them they won't have to go out of their way to take you home."

"I'm married, Lon. I have two children."

"Swell. Me, too, only I got three. I'll drive you home, say goodbye, and that's it."

Mary Alice knew that wouldn't be it. She was drunk, in need of a man; she was an easy mark.

"Okay," she said, "I'll tell Marie to go on."

Marie acted shocked when she told her. Iris grinned and winked at her. Mary Alice explained that the man lived down the block from her; it would save Marie from going so far out of her way. Marie didn't believe it for a minute and grabbed her purse and coat and left in a huff. Iris just grinned sleepily; she was loaded, and followed after Marie.

"Let's have a shot before we go," Lon said. "God, Lon, I shouldn't; I'm loaded now," Mary Alice said.

She followed Lon to the bar and they had two shots before they left. He took her hand on the way out to the car. She felt that old familiar tingling just below her stomach. He was younger than she, at least ten years, and good looking. She liked big men, even if her husband was short and slim.

In spite of everything, Mary Alice still felt very much married, even as she climbed into this man's car. She sat next to the door and lit a cigarette while he started the engine.

She leaned back and sighed, a deep satisfied sigh. She definitely had drunk too much, her head was spinning, and she felt good, relaxed and dreamy, and sexy, too. She told Lon about her husband going to South America to make a lot of money.

"He's a jerk; he should have taken you along," Lon said.

"He couldn't. Families weren't allowed. He even had to tell them he was single."

"Well then, you're single, too" Lon said. "He's nuts to leave a luscious woman like you alone."

Mary Alice blushed, delighted at his flattery.

Lon saw a bar and pulled the car into the parking lot. "Let's have one more nightcap," he said.

"God, Lon, I'm too drunk now. I don't need any more."

"Just one. You said yourself you've been going nuts staying home. Let yourself go."

Mary Alice looked at her tiny wrist watch. It was too dark to see the time. "Gee, I really can't, Lon. It's so late, and I have youngsters at home."

"How young?"

"Well ... " She didn't want to tell him, didn't want him to know her age. "Seventeen and fifteen," she said, unable to lie.

Lon slid closer. "They can take care of themselves, Mary Alice. Shit, they're almost grown." He slid his arm around her shoulder.

She stiffened. "No, Lon, you're forgetting I still have a husband."

"I'm not forgetting," Lon said. "He's gone, God knows where."

"I know where."

"Do you actually think he's ever coming back."

"I know he's coming back. Besides, you have a wife."

"Sure, but she's home. We're here."

"Lon, I. . . "

Her sentence was cut short by Lon's mouth on hers. It was a delicate kiss at first, and her soft lips fluttered against his for a moment, but then she struggled, tried to pull away. He held her tighter, his lips pressing harder.

Many things went quickly through her mind, that it was wrong, that she had actually been the instigator, that she had wanted him to kiss her. She realized that she had wanted him to kiss her and relaxed, letting her body melt against him. His mouth felt so good on hers, and now, Jesus, his tongue. Her arms went around his neck. She needed a man far more than she had dreamed possible.

Yes, yes, push it into my mouth, move it around, let me suck it, she thought wildly. Oh, God yes, I like it; it tastes so good; it feels so nice. I ... I'm so horny, darling, so much in need. Lon, Lon, hold me tight, kiss me hard. Feel my mouth with your tongue, my body with your hands.

"Yes, yes," she sighed aloud. "Your hand feels so nice on my breast."

With their mouths still attached, her tongue moving now, too, he got his hands under her sweater. Her tits were big and soft under the net brassiere. The nipples responded instantly to his fingers.

His other hand caressed between her tits and the top of her slacks, and finally down inside, his fingertips probing.

"Lon ... please ... I..." she stammered.

"You've missed it, haven't you?" he said.

"Yes," she answered softly. His fingers felt so good there in her hair just above her clit. She gave a deep sigh.

"Mary Alice," he whispered, his fingers now nudging her clit, "feel me, too."

"No, Lon, no," she said, yet dropped an arm from around his neck and felt her way to his crotch. God, his cock felt so big there inside his pants.

"Unzip me, feel inside," he urged.

She didn't answer this time, just fumbled with his zipper until it was open and then reached inside. Yes, he had a big one, and it was so hard, and so hot. She liked it big; she was a big girl. Nick had a big one, too. He was a little man with a big, big cock, a solid eight incher. She squeezed the throbbing gristle. Lon moaned with approval, his finger now in her slot.

"Take off your pants, Mary Alice; I want you. I gotta have you."

"Oh, Lon, not here. We ... we can't do it here, not in the car. There isn't room."

Lon's hand left her tit and found the seat release. "The seat goes way back on this buggy, and the steering wheel swings up out of the way. Greatest improvement on the auto since it was invented." He pushed the seat back and pushed the wheel up until it clicked. "See, lots of room," he said. He had his hand out of her pants now and was easing them down her hips.

Mary Alice lifted up and helped push her slacks down, her panties going with them. Her mind was foggy with booze and she was so horny she wasn't sure what she was doing, only knew that she wanted it.

They went down to her ankles and Lon bent and pulled them off her feet. As he straightened up, he let his hand slide the distance on the inside of her leg.

"Oh, honey ... " she moaned, and let her legs fall open. His hand felt so nice there between her thighs. She felt so warm, so sweaty there.

Lon bent quickly and kissed her belly, then the fringe of hair, then the tops of her damp thighs. His mouth moved closer, kissing softly all the way.

"Oh, Lon, Lon ... Goddamn, what ... I..." she stammered. No one had ever kissed her there, not so close to ... to ... And then his lips were on her cunt. "No, Lonnie," she moaned, but opened her legs wider, slid down in the seat pushing him back towards the door.

Lonnie felt her sweet cunt spread open and put his tongue inside. She moaned, squirmed, put her hands on his head. While he kissed and tongued her, he fumbled behind his back for the door handle. He had to have more room, too cramped, back hurting.

"I'm close, so close," Mary Alice cried, and the door swung open.

The dome light flared on and Lon looked at the ripe cunt in front of his face. The lips were fat and swollen and covered with soft blonde hair. The hair was wet and in tiny ringlets. Inside it was pink and wet.

Lon slid out and quickly pushed his pants down to his knees. "Let your legs stick out the door," he said.

"Not here, Lon, someone will see us," she said.

Lon crawled in on top of her. One of her legs fell off the seat, the other went along the back of the seat until her foot was all the way out. She was wide open and sobbed with hungry anticipation when she felt his cock nudge at her cunt.

"You have the most beautiful blue eyes, Mary Alice," Lon said, and pushed the fat knob of his cock inside her.

"Good, good!" Mary Alice sighed. "Oh, Lon, it's been so long, so long. Ummmm, yes, more, more ... not too fast, honey; push it in slow. Make it good."

Oh my God, she thought, fucking in a car with a stranger, outside of a bar. So sordid, so awkward, so uncomfortable, so ... so good, feels so fucking good!

His prick was long and hard and all the way inside her cunt, and she didn't care anymore. It felt too good. She was moving with Ms strokes as best she could; it was so inconvenient in an automobile. She wished they were on a bed, a nice soft bed.

"Not too fast, honey; don't come too quick," she said.

But he did come too quick. He was jerking and squirting while Mary Alice was still making the exquisite climb to the top.

"Aw, no," Mary Alice cried, "not yet!"

She knew it was over, though, and almost cried when she felt him pull out. She was so close to coming.

He got out of the car, gave his cock a couple of quick shakes, and pulled up his pants.

"We better get the hell out of here before someone sees us," he said, and slid in. He had the steering wheel back in place and the motor started before Mary Alice had time to sit back up.

You dirty bastard, Mary Alice thought, you dirty, rotten bastard. Five minutes ago you didn't give a shit who saw us, but now it's a whole new ball game. You get your nuts off and it's tough luck, lady; see you tomorrow night when I get the hots again. like so much shit, buster.

Lon whipped the car out of the parking lot and tossed her a weak grin. "I'm sorry, baby, I really am," he said.

"What have you got to be sorry for? You got what you wanted," she snorted.

"Have a heart, baby. I don't usually come that quick. You just felt so damn good. Goddamn, what a tight pussy."

Mary Alice was struggling with her panties and finally got them over her ass. "You really liked it, huh?" she said, and then the urge hit her. "Oh, my God, you'll have to stop. I have to pee. Jesus, Jesus ... too much beer. Hurry up, pull over ... I gotta piss!"

Lon swerved to the curb, then whipped into a driveway. It was a long curved driveway and he stopped half way in where both the house and the street were partially hidden by the trees.

Mary Alice leaped from the car, squatted in the grass, and started peeing without pulling down her panties. The piss gushed through the thin nylon.

Lon slid out of the car on her side. He stood and watched her piss. She was bathed in the light streaming from the car and he could see the look of complete contentment on her face. The thick stream was still gushing when he shoved the door closed.

"Goddamn, lady, that really turns me on," he said, and squatted in front of her.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips, then let one hand slide down over her tits, her belly, and into her panties. He held her cunt, the piss running through his fingers, and rammed his tongue in and out of her mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you again, Mary Alice, and this time you won't go wanting," he said.

He lifted her away from the wet spot and pushed her over backwards.

Mary Alice was panting with passion and went over willingly. She felt his hands at her waist, felt the wet panties come down her legs. When they were off, she closed her eyes and spread her legs wide. She was ready; she wanted to be fucked again.

Lon had his pants down and came over her gently. "You put it in this time," he said.

She reached between their bodies and found his cock. It felt good, like an old lover now, poised for entry into her cunt. She could feel how wet her hair and thighs were and nuzzled the fat knob between the lips. She played with it there between the lips before putting it in. She knew she would make it this time, and pushed the head into her cunt.

Lon grunted his pleasure and eased his shaft in, slowly, inch by inch. "Goddamn, Mary Alice, you feel good. You got the hottest snatch I ever felt." He was only half way in and kept pushing. Her pussy gobbled at him hungrily.

"Yes, yes ... honey ... don't rush it this time," Mary Alice cooed.

"Don't worry, baby, you're gonna get there. I'm gonna fuck you blind. I'm gonna fuck you the rest of the night."

"God yes. I love that kind of talk. Say it again."

"I'm gonna fuck you all night," he repeated.

He was in all the way and fucking slowly when it started for the first time. She came hard and groaned, her hips jerking hard against him. She had forgotten how good it really felt, how much she loved it. It had been six long months since she had come off big, since the last time with Nick, and she let herself float in the ecstasy of hard orgasm. She had played with herself some, but it wasn't the same, just didn't do it. She needed a man, a hard cock. God, she was a woman, all woman, and she needed to be fucked.

She was past the high point and floating down slow. She felt all warm and mushy inside and could feel his cock all hard and big in there. It wasn't quite the same, but it was still good, wonderful, really. She rocked her hips to feel the big thing against the walls of her cunt. "Oh, honey," she moaned, "fuck me more, fuck me, please!"

"Shit, baby, Mary Alice, you're the best piece of ass I ever had," Lon grunted, thrusting hard. "I don't ever wanta come. I wanta stay in your hot pussy forever."

"Yes, yes, lover" she hissed. She was climbing the stairway to heaven again.

She brought her legs up and around his back. She locked her ankles to pull him in tight. She could feel the cool grass between the cheeks of her ass. It was a marvelous feeling.

"Oh God, Lon, I'm going to come again ... I'm coming again! Honeeee, darling ... fuck meeeeee!"

"Yeh, baby, come good. I like a broad that comes hard. Enjoy it, sweets, when it's good for you it's good for me."

She was over the hump again and her legs fell away, but she lifted up with her ass, making an arc of her body, pressing her cunt hard against his hairy groin. She jerked hard against him, feeling the urge yet again. She had never made it more than once before and she was on the rise to a third hot spend. It made her jerk and twist and grunt like an animal in rut. That's what she was, an animal in rut, and she was enjoying it more than she ever had in her whole life. It was the best fuck she had ever experienced. Nick was a piker compared to this young stud.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she screamed, "it feels so good!"

Her third orgasm just hung on and on and on. She thought she would freak out. Her body felt a pleasure that she never dreamed possible.

Mary Alice sensed that he was about to come and wanted to feel it. She'd never particularly had this urge before, but she did now. She was still swimming in her own pleasure and she wanted it to end perfectly. It had been such a long time; it felt so good to have a man back in her saddle again.

"I want to feel you come," she said. "Pull almost out, but leave that fat head in there. Rub off just inside the lips; I have more feeling there; I'll be able to feel it come out."

She was completely aroused, in spite of her three orgasms, and it felt even better when he pulled, leaving just the head imbedded. She was so sensitive there..."Right there," she cried.

Lon grunted, came out, the first spurt splashing on the inside of her thigh. He got it back in and jerked the rest into her pussy.

Mary Alice felt the first shot slide down her thigh, felt the rest empty just between her pussy lips. It was perfect, just the way she had wanted it to end.

She stretched out and let him lay on top of her for a long time. She could feel his soft cock resting against her thigh.

"Jeez, that was good," he said, rising to his knees.

"Yes, it was," Mary Alice answered.

"You are one choice lay, lady," he said.

"I was overdue. I don't always get that hot."

They got dressed and back in the car. Lon backed out of the driveway. When they were in front of her house, he cut the lights and pulled her to him.

"It's awfully late; I better go in," she said. "Can I see you again."

"Maybe. I'm not sure."

"How? I don't know your last name. I know where you live, though."

"God, don't come here. I have teenage children. Do you bowl regularly?"

"Yeh. Every Thursday."

"Maybe I'll meet you there some Thursday. It was good." She was surprised that she didn't feel more remorse.

He kissed her then, and felt her tits. She had such big tits. He regretted that he hadn't paid more attention to them. He hadn't even seen them, just felt under her sweater.

It was a sweet kiss and she savored it, opening her mouth for his tongue. It surprised her that she could get turned on again, and it was a distinct possibility; she could feel it. She pulled away and got out.

"Next Thursday. Maybe I'll come by and watch you bowl," she said. She blew him a kiss and ran for the house.

Mary Alice reached the house and realized she suddenly felt very drunk. There wasn't any liquor in the house and she wished there was; she needed one more big belt. Lon had already driven away so she sat on the steps.

"Goddamn, really drunk," she said. Her head felt giddy. "Jesus, I sure hope I don't get pregnant. He came inside me twice." She could feel the stuff leaking, soaking the crotch of her panties. "Sober up a little, then I'll go in," she said.

She thought about Nick, how he had deserted her, actually. He was coming back, though, and she had been unfaithful to him. She let another man fuck her. No one but Nick had ever fucked her before, and she thought he was enough, but she had enjoyed it, enjoyed it immensely, even more than when Nick fucked her, at least for a long time. Maybe she'd enjoyed it that much when they were first married; she'd forgotten.

She got the urge to pee again, but decided to wait, let it build up. It was more enjoyable that way, and besides, it would remind her of her fuck in the grass. She didn't want it to slip away too quickly, it had been too good.

Mary Alice wasn't a promiscuous woman by nature, but if she saw Lon again and they were alone she would let him fuck her again. She knew she would; she wouldn't be able to resist. Maybe she shouldn't go to the bowling alley again next week, maybe...

She finally got to her feet, stood for a moment to get her balance, and went into the house. It was dark and quiet. She hoped the kids wouldn't wake up; she didn't want to try and explain why she was so late. She kicked off her shoes and went quietly up the stairs. At the top, she stopped, caught her breath, the light was on in Randy's room, the door open; she would have to try and sneak by without being seen.

A new twist, she thought wryly, it's usually one of them trying to sneak in without my knowing.

She came to the edge of the darkness and peeked into his room. He was on the bed, on his back, his pajamas down around his knees, and ... and ... My God, his cock stuck straight up in the air. He had a hard-on. Her hand came up over her mouth. He had a hard-on, and his cock was so big, so big for such a young boy. It stood up hard and curved back towards his belly, and it throbbed.

She realized he was asleep and must be having a dream, a sex dream ... a fuck dream!

His cock excited her, and it made her feel ashamed. How could she get excited at the sight of her own son's cock? But it was so big and so hard; it was as big as a man's. She felt the sticky come in her panties, thought she might even have another orgasm standing there, and started to sob.

Her eyes went wide. Yes, Randy was having a fuck dream, he was dreaming about fucking a woman, and he was climaxing. She stared at the white goo spurt up out of his prick and fall back onto his prick and belly. His body was stiff, jerking, and then he went limp and the stuff oozed out over his cock. His eyes were closed, but he had a contented smile on his face.

Mary Alice almost screamed. She was so turned on. She went to the door, reached in and turned off the light, and reeled down the dark hall.

She was almost to the bathroom when she realized she was wetting her pants again. The hot piss gushed, ran freely down the insides of her legs. She was sobbing, and she was coming. Mary Alice Michaels was having a king-sized orgasm. Her fourth for the night.