Chapter 6

Mary Alice poured two cups of coffee at the little coffee bar and carried them to Abe Conner's office. The other offices and the large reception room were dark. She put one cup of steaming brew on Abe's desk, brushed back a lock of blonde hair, and sipped from her cup.

"For Christ's sake, Mary, sit down and relax for a minute. You act like work is a way of life," Abe said.

"Well, we still have a lot to do," Mary Alice said.

"I can wait," Abe said, waving her to a chair.

Abe was a big, ruddy faced man, so unlike her Nick, who was small and dapper, smaller than Mary Alice, actually. His clothes, though quite expensive, always looked rumpled, like he had slept in them. He looked more like a farmer than a brilliant trial lawyer.

"You ought to quit Jerry and go to work for me," Abe said.

"I don't think your estimable partner would like that very much," Mary Alice answered.

"I know he wouldn't," Abe said with a chuckle.

"He'd froth at the mouth. You're the best damned legal secretary in the city, you know. I appreciate Jerry loaning you to me for the evening, and appreciate even more your staying."

"I like to help," she said.

Abe got up from his chair and went to the bar in the corner. "Would you like a mixed drink, a shot, or a little something in your coffee," Abe said, filling his coffee cup with a good rye.

"If we start drinking, we won't get the work done."

"We've finished the rough part, and what we don't finish I'll get Joan on in the morning. It won't be done as well, but she's good."

Mary Alice shrugged and held out her half full cup. "In the coffee, I guess."

Abe picked up the rye and looked at her. A splendid looking woman, he thought, a good twenty years my junior. Abe was fifty-five, eighteen years difference. He tipped the bottle to her proffered cup.

"Just a smidge," she said.

Abe filled the cup to the brim. "A smidge it is."

Mary Alice frowned and took a sip. "Not a smidge," she said, "it's too strong."

"It'll do you good," Abe said.

He looked again at the attractive woman. She had marvelous tits; her cardigan sweater looked like she had a couple of cantaloupes hidden in there, and it's vee neck was just low enough to show a nice deep valley between them. More daring than she usually wore. Nice legs, too; the way she had them crossed showed that.

Abe went back to his desk and sat down. "I've about had it for tonight. It's almost eight, time to call it. Let's have a couple of drinks, relax, and then go home."

"I have a couple right here in my coffee cup," Mary Alice said. She took a swallow from the cup and let the booze float down to her toes. She liked her liquor strong, in spite of what she had said. "It does hit the spot," she said, and drained the cup.

"Want a refill?" Abe asked.

"Maybe a little, but not a drop over half a cup."

Abe got up and took her cup. "Want something with it?"

"No. Good whiskey is fine straight."

"I like a woman who drinks it neat." He pulled up a chair and sat facing her. "You know, I can feel it a little. I nipped a little as the evening wore on."

Mary Alice sniggered. "I know, I could smell it."

He got up, went to the desk and lit two cigarettes, and brought her one. "Tell me, when is that man of yours coming back?"

"Well, it will be at least six more months, maybe longer."

"You miss him, of course."

"Of course."

Abe put his hand on her knee. He spread out his big fingers, covering the whole knee cap. Her leg felt smooth through the nylon.

"You shouldn't do that," she said. Her voice lacked conviction, somehow.

She had already finished half her second half a cup, and the liquor pounded in her veins. Her brain told her to run like hell; her cunt said stick around ... see what happens.

Mary Alice had always been careful to avoid involvement at the office. Jerry, her immediate boss, had tried a long time ago, right after she had gone to work for him, and so had several of the other attorneys who came in and out of the office. Even Teddy Epstein, the firm's junior partner, had tried, and he was a good five or six years younger than Mary Alice and very good looking. She went to dinner with him once, even let him kiss her, but office love affairs made things too uncomfortable, and she liked her job, so she called a halt to it. She didn't want to have to quit and look for another job, even if she could go to work for any law firm in the city.

"Hanky-panky in the office can get awfully sticky, Abe," she said, and looked at his hand on her knee.

"Yes, it can," Abe said, and let his hand slide several inches deeper under her skirt. "I'm a happily married man, Mary, well taken care of at home, and quite conscious of my social position, even aware of my grown children's concern over dad in his dangerous years, but God, Mary, you're such a beautiful woman." He squeezed her thigh. It was so firm, yet so soft; she was a lot of woman, maybe more than he could handle.

Mary Alice felt the blood pounding in her temples; the rye had done its job on her inhibitions. Actually, the ice was broken the night she let Lon fuck her; there was no reason to hold out now. Her self-imposed abstinence had ended. She needed a man, and Abe Conners looked to be all man. In truth, he was an ugly man with a big, sunburned face and a head of totally unruly hair, yet she was attracted to him.

She put her empty cup on the floor, brushed his hand from under her skirt, and got to her feet. She slowly unbuttoned her sweater. When the last button was open, she sat on his big lap and slid her arms around his neck.

"You're a fool, Abe Conners," she said.

"I'm a genius," he said, "everyone knows that."

"I think every man in this office has tried to make out with me but you ... until now, of course."

"And they all struck out?"

"All but you," she said, and kissed his lips.

She played her lips lightly against his, and then, taking his head in her hands, pushed her tongue deep inside his mouth. She moaned softly when she felt his hands on her bare skin. He cupped one of her big tits and tried to slide his finger under the bra.

"Take the Goddamn thing off," she hissed.

His big fingers showed amazing dexterity and had the clasp undone instantly. He cupped her tits in his hands, sliding up until both palms rubbed the growing nipples.

"You have big nipples," he said.

"Yes," he hissed, "make them bigger."

He pushed the loose bra above her bit tits and with thumb and finger brought the nipples to a fantastic hard. Mary Alice squirmed with pleasure. She loved having her nipples manipulated.

"I love that, Abe; it feels so nice. They adore being sucked, too."

Abe dropped his head and took one of the ripe cherries into his mouth. Mary Alice's head fell backwards. She closed her eyes and let him suck. She remembered nursing Randy and how enjoyable it had been; Peggy, too, but more so with Randy. It felt wonderful. She was sure there was a direct line between her tits and her cunt because his mouth on her nipple was making her pussy tingle with joy.

"I'm so very sensitive there, Abe," she sighed. She stroked the back of his head, her hands pressing his face gently against her tits. "I like it, honey, it's making me so hot."

He had his hand between her legs now, tickling the insides of her thighs, inching upwards. She opened a little when he reached the tops of her legs. The crotch of her pantyhose was wet. He raised his face from her tits.

"Stand up so I can get these Goddamn pantyhose off," he said.

Mary Alice got obediently to her feet. Abe reached under her skirt and rolled the tight garment down, over her wide hips, down her thighs and calves. She lifted each foot in turn so he could remove her shoes and then the pantyhose. He stood and swung her around. He pushed her skirt down and pushed her back in the chair. She raised her legs so he could pull the skirt the rest of the way off.

She opened her legs wide, revealing her pussy. It glistened with moisture and the pink petals of her cunt opened like a flower before his eyes.

"Do whatever you want," she said softly.

Abe Conners went to his knees in front of her and started suckling at her tits again. He ravished her nipples, then lifted the huge globes and kissed away the little pockets of sweat that hid up tight under her tits. With her nipples both standing hard, he moved on down and buried his face in her soft tummy.

Mary Alice wanted to push his head on down. She was afraid he would hear the pounding of her heart and held her breath, hoping...

He found her belly button with his mouth, sucked for a moment and then moved down again. He kissed her along the fringe of thick, soft hair.

"Yes, yes," she hissed softly, "go down on me! Eat me!"

Mary Alice wanted his mouth between her legs more than anything in the world. She remembered the thrill when Lon's lips touched her cunt, remembered that first electric thrill. That thrill of thrills. The moment of bliss, of pure joy.

She managed to get her legs open still a little more. She felt his lips caressing the insides of her thighs and touched his head with her hands. "Yes ... yes," she moaned, so hot she thought she would come any second. Then his tongue was on her pussy, that first glorious touch, licking its length, spreading the fat, wet lips. She grabbed his head and pulled him in.

"Make me come, honey; make me come with your mouth. Don't stop until you do," she hissed.

"Why didn't you ever do this to me?" she whispered.

It was so good this way, so easy to come. She was so close, so hot; squirming hard!" she squealed.

Mary Alice lunged against him trying to make it last, but it was quick and very intense, jarring her down to the soles of her feet. She finally loosed his head from her hands and relaxed back into the chair. It was the kind of orgasm every woman needed now and then without a guy shooting off or pulling out or cursing that he didn't want to come yet. Hers, just hers, a good hard come that she could feel all the way down to the soles of her feet.

Abe raised up, his nose and lips and chin shining with her juices. "It's great to see a woman really make it," he said.

"Do you eat your wife?" Mary Alice asked.

"Yes, sometimes."

"You should always do it first. Every single time. Get her ready. I don't think I'll ever again let a man fuck me if he doesn't go down on me first."

Abe got to his feet, still grinning. He had his cock in his hand. It thrust out of his pants huge and hard.

Mary Alice remembered watching her daughter suck her boyfriend's cock, remembered the instant distaste followed by the perverse thrill. She stared at his cock. He had a thick foreskin and it was pushed back enough to reveal about a third of his cock. The glans was deep red, the split in the end open and oozing. The slick junk made it all shiny and slick.

"May ... may I kiss it?" she whispered.

"God, yes ... kiss it!" he gasped.

She came forward and planted her lips on the tip. It was wet, sticky and slippery. She kissed it again, then pushed his hand away and kissed it.

She looked up at him. "Does your wife..."

"No," he said.

"God, why not," she said, and kissed it again, then let her wet lips slide over the tip. It was thrilling, far more than she had expected. She moved her fingers back to the base, back to the thick thatch of wirey hair and pushed her lips onto his cock, slowly peeling back the skin with her teeth. And then she had the whole knob in her mouth and she was sucking hard, sucking hungrily, like she was starved for this man's prick.

Abe groaned and let her have her way with his cock. He didn't want to touch her or move or anything. It felt too good. Her mouth was so wet and so warm. He looked down. She was a beautiful woman, a truly beautiful woman, and she was sucking his cock; it thrust out of his pants, through her delicate hand, and into her gorgeous mouth.

Abe had looked at Mary Alice many times and wanted her every time. She was his kind of woman, in looks, in build, but he had always thought there was no chance. He had seen her husband, too; such a little bastard, but he must be hung like a bull to satisfy a woman who turned on like this. Well, he was gone now and it was Abe's turn.

Mary Alice held his knob in her mouth, her tongue moving. She had one hand gripping his ass, the other his shaft. She could tell he was near. She could almost taste it, wanted to taste it, but pulled back and let him fall free. She looked up into his pleading eyes.

"You're almost ready to come," she said.

"Aw, Mary," he said.

"You want to come in my mouth?"

He grinned sheepishly, nodded his head.

"All right," she said, and took his cock back in her mouth.

It didn't take long until he was there. She sensed the exact instant and started sliding her hand tightly up and down his shaft. It came like an explosion, a thick wad of sticky glue. She almost gagged, but managed to swallow and sucked for some more. She got it, another thick spurt. This time she savored it, rolled it in her mouth, let it slide back in her mouth and then down her throat. She decided it was rather nice to suck the milk out of a man's prick.

When she finished, he was still half hard. "If you take down your pants and get on top of me, maybe you can get it in before it goes all the way down," she said.

She slipped out of the chair and went to the floor on her back. While Abe pushed his pants down, she took off her sweater and the loose, irritating brassiere. She wouldn't even wear one of her tits weren't so confounded big. He removed all his clothing before he came down on top of her.

"God, Mary, I've wanted you for such a long time," he said.

"You never told me."

"I didn't think there was a chance."

She felt his fat cock, only half hard, pry her lips open and push into her cunt. She was ready again; she hadn't realized how ready.

"Oh, Goddamn, Abe, you should have said something, or just grabbed me and raped my poor little body. It feels good."

"Would you have let me do this before your husband left?"

"I ... I don't know for sure. Probably, if you'd come on right. Oh, Abe, God, honey!" He was getting hard again, and she could feel it growing inside her, stretching her cunt, filling her gnawing cavity. Shee-it, she had a real man in her saddle, and it felt wonderful. "Ride me, you bastard!" she cried. "You're in now; get all the way hard, ride me. Fuck me, honeeeeeee!"

Abe hunched into her, felt his balls slap against her ass, felt them get wet from her juice. It was a great feeling. He hadn't been hard more than once a day for many moons, and it was a great feeling. It just took the right woman. The right woman with the right attitude and the right body, that's all it took. He felt like he could stay in the saddle all night, fuck forever.

"Oh, Abe, Abe, you feel so big, so good! I think I'm about to come ... but don't stop, keep fucking, fucking! Yeh, yeh, yeh ... I'm gonna come, gonna get my rocks off!" She ground her teeth together, coming hard, coming good. "Oh, honey, darling, I feel so good all over." She squirmed under him, then lay back, opened her legs more, tried to get him in deeper. "Fuck me, you big bastard, fuck me so hard!"

Abe wasn't a young man anymore, and he knew better than to go wild. He just kept stroking with long, easy pulls. It felt good inside her cunt. She was so wet and hot, and so tight. She was a bigger woman than his wife, and still she was much tighter. Her snatch closed in around him like she was trying to squeeze him off. She was coming again; he could feel her pounding her ass against the carpet.

"Ungh, good, honey, good!" she grunted.

She didn't relax this time, though, just kept lifting up against him. Her legs were up in the air and he could her wrap around him and then fall away, then come over his back again.

"Shit, baby, number three," she cursed through gritted teeth. "I'm coming again, and again ... so fucking good!"

She thought of her husband, cursed him under her breath. He left her so vulnerable. He knew she liked to fuck, he had to know. He had to know that sooner or later she would, too. Well, she was, and she was loving it. It was even better the next time. She knew there would be a next time, and a next and a next.

Abe was humping hard. "I'm just coming over and over. Come inside me; I'll come with you."

Abe felt his nuts tighten, felt the stuff filling his tube and knew he was juicing in her cunt. He rode hard for a couple of minutes, emptying his balls completely, and sagged heavily on top of her. "That's it; I'm wiped out!" he gasped.

"Me, too," Mary Alice said, and cuddled him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pressed her mouth over his.

When they finally got to their feet, Mary Alice felt weak. She felt satisfied, too. It was a fuck well worth remembering. It was after nine. They had been at it for over an hour.

"It's getting late. I better get dressed and go home," Mary Alice said. "My kids might think I'm doing things I shouldn't."

"Jesus, Mary, that was good. The best I've ever had. I mean it. Next time..." His eyes darted to hers. He searched, his eyes questioning. " ... if there is a next time, we'll go where there's a bed. Spend the whole night together. It can be marvelous."

"It won't be any better than this time," Mary Alice said.

"You mean ... there's a chance there will be a next time?"

"I'd say there is a very good chance," Mary Alice said.