Chapter 4
Marcie always made it a point to be up and neatly dressed and made up every afternoon at five when Barry, her husband, got home from work. But her little experiment with Debra had wiped her out, and when Barry got home she was still lying there on the couch, completely naked under the multicolored Afghan that Debra had thrown over her before leaving. In her sleep she had curled up into a soft, warm ball, like a kitten snuggled down, half on and half under the cover which was crumpled around her. One softly browned breast was exposed above the Afghan, and her dark hair was curled in little whisps around her face, framing it in childlike innocence.
Barry looked at her, and felt his cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers as it hardened with desire. He began to quickly strip his clothes off, and the sound of one shoe hitting the floor woke Marcie. She lay there looking at him for a moment, wondering how she was going to explain her sleeping naked in the middle of the afternoon, then, as Barry continued to pull his clothes off, she realized that she wasn't going to have to explain a thing. Barry had other things on his mind than why she was taking a nap at that time of day, in that condition of dress.
Barry finished stripping and walked over to the couch, and Marcie looked up at him, at his steel-hard cock, and smiled. She loved being fucked by Barry, even if he did pay more attention to his own pleasure than to hers. He stood there for a minute, measuring the couch with his eyes, and when Marcie realized what was on his mind she slid off the couch, onto the floor.
Barry squatted near Marcie's feet reached down and spread her beautifully formed legs apart with his hands, then knelt between them. He bent forward at the waist, as if bowing, bringing his head down towards the patch of dark brown hair in Marcie's crotch. Watching him, Marcie had been getting hotter and hotter, anticipating the feel of his cock in her cunt, and she gave a little moan of anticipation and lifted her hips to meet Barry's descending tongue.
Marcie's cuntlips were gently shaking and twitching in anticipation of the touch of Barry's pointed tongue, and that first touch, the sliding gently back and forth of his tongue, barely within the lips of her cunt, began to immediately heat Marcie's body, the heat joining the flush of anticipation that had already warmed her blood and set her heart to pounding.
Barry kept running his tongue slowly back and forth, back and forth, in no hurry, sliding it in no more than half an inch, barely touching the little nub of Marcie's clitoris, until Marcie felt as though she was going to scream if he didn't do something more soon. And she got her wish. She didn't have to scream.
With a smoothness that no cock could ever hope to match, Barry slid his teasing tongue deep into Marcie's pussy, teasing no more, flipping the tip of it around, tasting and tickling her vaginal walls. Then he slid it out again and rubbed it gently back and forth over the supersensitive bud of her clitoris.
He was giving Marcie head like he hadn't given it to her since before they were married, and neither he nor Marcie knew why he was acting that way. And Marcie didn't care, so long as he kept it up.
Marcie couldn't even remember the last time his tongue had done such a job on her She knew it had been years, though, since Barry had been so loving and tender with her-and so exciting to her body. In minutes he had her completely wound up, and she had to do something to bring him to the same high pitch of sexual excitement before she came all by herself, which was the one thing that Barry really didn't like. She couldn't hold herself back completely, though, and she started a little series of small orgasms, each blooming like a little flower in her mind, but not completely filling her with emotion to the point where she forgot all about Barry's pleasure.
By pulling and pushing on his shoulders and back and arms, wherever she could reach, Marcie got Barry to start turning around, turning without for a second taking his busy tongue from her cunt. Turning until eventually he got to the place where Marcie could get her arms around his waist. After that it was easy for her to get Barry just where she wanted him, especially since she had his complete cooperation once he realized what she was trying to do, where she was trying to get him.
Marcie pulled him around until Barry had to lift one leg, then he pulled his body up and over hers, his calves under Marcie's arms, his cock right over her face, pointed down at her waiting lips, her open mouth, her anxious tongue.
Marcie lifted her head up and kissed the head of Barry's cock, then wrapped her lips around it, sucking hard. Barry didn't waste a minute in following her lead. He drove his hard cock straight down, just as if he was driving it into a waiting cunt, deep into Marcie's mouth and on into her relaxed throat.
Marcie was good. She knew all the tricks on giving head, knew all the deep throat techniques, and although it was hard for her to take Barry all the way from the head of his cock to the base, hard for her to get her throat lined up just the right way with him lying on top of her, she managed to get all his cock inside of her throat.
Barry began to pump his cock in and out of Marcie's throat, and each time he drove it into her throat she would hum a little, causing her throat and mouth and cheeks to vibrate against the shaft of Barry's cock.
And she knew just how much that was turning him on by the way Barry's tongue was going to it on her clit and in her cunt.
Barry's tongue was driving in and out of Marcie's cunt with almost frantic speed, as if he was trying to bring her to an orgasm right away, before he came. Every so often he would send his tongue out to tease her clit, then jam it deep in her vagina again, twisting it around, tasting with it, teasing with it, turning her on with it until her hips began to shake as she approached a climax.
To give his tongue a better shot at her cunt, Barry slid his hands under Marcie's ass, lifting her up, and when he got her off the floor his fingers slid into the crack of her ass, one of them coming to rest right on the tight pucker of her anus. Marcie felt an almost electric thrill rush through her body as Barry's finger poked at her ass, probing for an opening, then sliding up inside of her as she consciously relaxed her anal sphincter.
In a flash Barry matched rhythms, giving her rectum the same treatment with his finger that her cunt was getting from his tongue. And as Barry was making these moves, his cock was continuing its driving pumping in and out of Marcie's mouth, burying itself so deep in her throat with each stroke that she could feel his balls slapping against her Adam's apple.
Long, exciting minutes went by, then Marcie felt Barry's tongue sliding out of her cunt, down along the crack between her legs, then it shot through her spread asshole as Barry's ringers held her buttocks spread wide apart. And it was only seconds before Barry had a new rhythm going, one that was driving Marcie right out of her mind.
Barry's tongue would shoot deep into Marcie's rectum, withdraw, then dart to her cunt for a lick. Then it was back to her ass, while, during all of this, his fingers were busy working away at the quivering, excited little nub of her clitoris.
As good as that tongue fucking was, though, Marcie wanted still more. She wanted the feel of Barry's cock inside of her cunt or ass-right then she didn't care which-filling her body with his meaty essence. She was right on the verge of an orgasm, and she could tell by the way he was pumping away at her mouth that Barry was just as close. And that wasn't the way she wanted it. This time she wanted it inside her body, not her mouth.
Barry seemed to sense what Marcie wanted, because after giving her rectum one last, deep lick and her clitoris one last rub and pinch with his fingers, he lifted his head, pulled his cock out of Marcie's mouth, and used his hands to quickly roll Marcie over onto her stomach. He wasn't gentle about it, but Marcie was in too much of a hurry for him to get inside of her to think about asking him to take it a little easier.
After rolling Marcie over on the rug, Barry again knelt between her legs. His hands went to Marcie's hips, grasping and lifting them, and, welcoming what was to come, Marcie bent her body, lifting her ass to Barry's probing cock.
She felt the head of his cock searching at the crack of her ass, and since Barry's hands were busy holding her waist, holding her off the floor, Marcie reached back with one hand to direct him. Barry's cock was well lubricated with Marcie's saliva, her ass was wet from his tongue, and it was with a moan and a shudder of pleasure that she felt his hot, hard cock slide through her anus, driving with one smooth, strong stroke all the way into her ass, as deep as he could shove it.
Barry slowly began to slide his cock in and out of her rectum, really giving Marcie everything she had been wanting, demanding, from him. With each stroke, Marcie would press her ass back against Barry, back until she could feel the tickling hairs around the base of his cock pressing against the flesh of her buttocks. Back until she could feel his scrotum swinging forward to slap against the dripping lips of her cunt. And all of that felt so good that she couldn't help moaning and crying, begging Barry to give her more and more of his hard cock.
Barry must have known that Marcie was getting very close to a climax because, with his cock all the way inside her ass he stopped his pumping and bent up tight against her, pressing his hairy chest against Marcie's smooth back, and began to run his tongue over the tender skin of her neck. Marcie turned her head a little to the side, and when she did Barry's teeth found her ear, nibbling at it, little bites that sent sharp messages of pain to mingle with the pleasure signals that were radiating along her nerves from her ass.
There was nothing Marcie could do right then except kneel there, holding the weight of Her body on her arms, while Barry's tongue darted into her ear, searching around, depositing a layer of saliva. A layer that turned icy cold seconds later when he began to blow gently into her ear.
Barry's hands slid down from Marcie's waist, supporting her weight with his forearms, and two searching fingers slid into her hot, wet pussy. With his other hand, he found the tender little nub of her clitoris, so sensitive that touching it brought almost as much pain as pleasure to Marcie. He began to pinch and tickle it until Marcie began to moan out her excitement. It was more than she could stand right then, and she ground her ass back against Barry, moving it back and forth, up and down, around in little circles, begging him to get his hard hot cock working again before she went insane from wanting and needing an orgasm.
Slowly Barry began to slide his cock in and out of Marcie's rectum again, drawing back until only the head of his cock was inside her anal ring, then sliding forward again until he was buried full-length in her ass. The fires of sexual excitement were burning so strongly inside both Barry and Marcie that neither of them were going to be able to hold out much longer. And neither of them wanted to hold out much longer.
Suddenly, without giving her any warning, Barry released his grip on Marcie and pushed her down, flattening her out on the rug. He lowered his body down on top of hers, resting his weight on her back, and began to slam his cock in and out of her rectum with hard, fast strokes. It was time for him to come, and when Marcie felt his cock jumping around inside of her and a hot gush of come flooding through her and coating the walls of her rectum her own climax came, a fire-filled orgasm that had her bouncing up and down under Barry as she completely lost control of her body. Hot and cold flashes of fire poured through her body and mind, and she reached back and up, her fingers curved into claws, grabbing at Barry's ass, trying to pull his driving cock even deeper into her clutching ass.
In just a very few seconds, Barry stopped pumping and was just lying there on top of Marcie, his cock still buried full length in her ass, still shooting come into her. He was hardly breathing as he shot his load into Marcie, then, with the last drop, Barry's breath was released with an explosive sigh and he began gasping new air into his lungs to feed his oxygen-starved tissues.
Marcie's lungs were also laboring and burning, trying to get enough air, and she felt as though someone had been beating on her body for an hour or so. She was sore all over, but she also felt great and ready for more fucking just as soon as she caught her breath. Barry pulled his softening cock out of her ass and rolled off her, and she rolled over onto her back, ready to tease his cock back to life. When she looked at him, though, she knew that she might get fucked again that night, hopefully in the cunt next time, but it wasn't going to be for quite a while. Barry was lying there on the floor, still trying to catch his breath, but he was looking at the door from the living room to the kitchen. And Marcie knew what he had on his mind right then. And it wasn't sex.
When Debra left Marcie asleep on her living room couch, she started back for her own house, to wait for Frank, but soon found that the same problem which had driven her to Marcie's to start with was still bothering her. She was, quite simply, bored. So she decided to go out for a couple of drinks before coming home and starting supper.
A short drive brought her to a posh bar near the center of a small business district. Without thinking about it, she knew that the bar would be fairly busy at that time of afternoon, and what she wanted more than anything right then was to be among people. Debra didn't necessarily want to be with anyone. She just didn't want to be alone.
As she had known it would be, the bar was filled with people taking an afternoon drink break, or a late, alcoholic lunch from the insurance, real estate and stock brokerage offices in the neighborhood. The customers were mostly men, elbows leaning on the bar drinks in hand, cigarettes smoldering. And suddenly Debra felt self-conscious, pinned to the wall by the brief stares she got when she walked in the door. It was as if she was carrying a sign that said she was a hooker on the loose, and she didn't like the feeling that gave her, nor the idea that men were casually wondering how much an hour of her time would cost.
Debra spotted an empty stool near the end of the bar and she quickly made her way to it, sitting down and ordering a Manhattan from the slightly swish-appearing bartender. When the drink came, she tossed most of it down in one throat-burning gulp, and started to motion the bartender for a refill when she felt the pressure of a hand on her shoulder.
"Hello," said the young man standing there next to her. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Debra looked at him for a minute, liking what she saw. Liking the wavy blond hair, the open, smiling face with slightly uneven teeth, the slender body that was obviously in rather good shape beneath the well-cut light tan suit.
"That'd be nice," Debra said, smiling up at him. "A Manhattan, please."
The young man placed her order and the bartender, a slight scowl on his face, turned away, mixed the drink, then sat it in front of Debra. The young man put a five on the bar, and in seconds the bartender had made change and walked off to the other end of the bar with a quite audible sniff.
"My name's Jim," the young man said. "And yours is?"
"Debra," she replied, turning on a soft smile and wondering if he was trying to pick her up because she was a woman, alone, or if he thought she was a hustler and he was trying to find out if she was in his price range. Somehow, Debra hoped that it was the former, for she rather liked the outgoing young man despite the fact that less than a dozen words had passed between them.
Debra willed her body to relax and just sat back to see how Jim was going to come on. She knew that one way or the other he was going to try to get her into the sack, and that she was probably going to let him have what he wanted, but some perversity forced her to just sit there, letting him do all the work. And it didn't take her long to realize that he was simply trying to pick her up. That he had no idea she spent her Wednesdays working as a hooker, selling what he was hoping he would soon score for free.
"What's your sign?" Jim asked, surprising Debra out of her introspective study.
"Sagitarius," she answered. "What's yours?" She really didn't care, not being a believer in astrology, but she could see how hard Jim was trying to make some sort of conversation, and she realized that she was going to have to help him a little or he was going to give up before he was even well started.
"Cancer." Jim looked at her for a moment, waiting to see if she was going to say anything more, but Debra simply took another sip of her drink and stared at the mirror in back of the bar.
"Look," he said suddenly, "if you'd rather I left you alone, just say so."
Debra suddenly realized that she had pushed him as far as he was going to go in trying to keep the conversation going, and that he was going to split if she didn't start acting a bit more normal. And at the same time, she also realized that she was desperately hoping that he would not go away, leaving her alone again.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, turning and smiling to Jim, laying one hand on his arm where it was resting on the bar. "I'm not really used to drinking this early in the afternoon, and I guess these two drinks have sort of gotten to me." As she was speaking Debra noticed that she wasn't bullshitting Jim. The drinks had quickly gone to her head, probably because she hadn't had any lunch and only a piece of toast and a cup of coffee for breakfast. "Why don't we get out of here?" she asked.
Jim simply nodded, got up, took her hand, and led her out of the bar. Outside he led her to an Oldsmobile parked at the curb, then turned back for a moment. "Do you have a car here?" he asked.
"Yes," Debra answered. "But you can bring me back to pick it up. After." Jim smiled down at her, then held the door of his car open for her.
"My place all right?" he asked. Debra nodded and he pulled away from the curb after waiting for a break in traffic. It seemed like only minutes later they pulled up in front of a large, ultra-modern apartment building. Jim held the door open for her, and after she got out of the car he put his arm possessively around her shoulders and led her into the building and up a flight of side steps to the second floor. He slipped his key into the lock of apartment 212 and pushed the door open, standing back to let her enter before him. She stood by the door silently while he crossed the room to turn on a small lamp in one corner.
"Sit down," Jim said, motioning to the couch along one wall. "Would you care for another drink?"
Debra shook her head, and the slight motion increased the pressure of the headache that was slowly building up behind her eyes. Jim walked over to the large stereo component system on a series of shelves and started a large tape player, filling the room with soft, noncommittal music. The kind of music that was perfect when you planned on doing something besides listening to music-like fucking.
Without saying anything more, Jim walked over to the couch, sat down next to her, then brought his lips down to hers in a gentle kiss. He held his lips there for a moment, then shot his tongue through them and into her open, waiting mouth. His tongue slid lightly over and around hers, feeling it, pressing against it, and Debra began to feel surges of heat building up in her body as his strong form pressed against her. Jim's lips were pressing, straining against hers as their tongues wetted each other, and the pressure of his teeth against her lips was hurting her, but she ignored the pain as she returned his kiss, tasting his large tongue, sending hers into his mouth when his withdrew for a moment.
Debra's body began to move about on the couch as she tried to find a more comfortable position, a position not so crushed beneath Jim's weight. She felt his chest heaving as his breath began to come more and more heavily, and the heaving of his chest started an excitement in her breasts, her nipples quickly hardening under the thin cloth of her blouse.
Jim drew his body back away from hers and slid one hand between them, pressing his palm against her yielding breast. He rubbed the hardened nub of her nipple between two fingers, feeling it, teasing it, torturing it. And it grew harder and harder under his touch. Again his lips pressed against Debra's and their tongues exchanged moisture. His body seemed to be enveloping Debra's and her hand gripped his upper arm, holding it between them, holding his hand against her breast.
With his left hand, Jim pulled Debra towards him again, and with his right he ran the zipper of her dress down. He brought his hand around, under her dress, and cupped her full breast, turning Debra on. causing her to arch her back, thrusting her body against his. Her eyes were closed tight and for the first time in a long while she was simply enjoying sex, without having to worry about the customer's satisfaction or the possibility that her partner, in the case of her husband, was going to beat hell out of her after they had finished. Now all she felt was the dizzy warmth of her sexual excitement, Jim's warm touch on her breast, his breath in her mouth, and she couldn't help but respond to him. She felt a warm rush of wetness between her legs, and afraid that it might cause a distracting odor she clamped her legs tight together. Jim was beyond noticing such actions, though, as his hand cupped behind her head, supporting her as he pressed her down on the couch, his tongue still working in her mouth, his other hand caressing her breast and sensitive nipple.
As Debra dropped down prone on the couch, her skirt crept up over her thighs until it barely covered the crotch of her brief black panties, and Jim reached down to run his fingers over the damp cloth, feeling through the fabric for the little bud of her clitoris. Crooking his fingers, he pulled the cloth away from Debra's crotch, then slid them between the folded flesh of her cunt lips. One finger slid deep into her cunt, which immediately tightened around it as Debra flexed her vaginal muscles. Slowly he began to slide it in and out of the already well-lubricated hole, teasing her with it, pressing his thumb against the flesh which still concealed her clit from his probing fingers. He pressed his hand against her crotch, testing her cunt with his fingers for a moment, then slowly pulled the exploring digit away, letting the cloth snap back into place.
With his hand again free, Jim sent it up to the elastic waistband of her panties. Debra arched her hips off the couch to help him as he slowly pulled them down to her knees. Then he shifted his position on the couch to allow him to pull them all the way off her legs, and at the same time he lowered his body between her legs, his head dropping towards her crotch.
Jim's tongue sought out Debra's cunt, tasting the salty film of fluid, his tongue wiggling inside her vagina. He pressed one finger against her clitoris, rubbing it as he slid his tongue in and out, and with his other hand he grabbed one of her buttocks to hole her still on the couch, to stop the twisting of her body being brought about by the fire that was beginning to rush through her veins and into her swimming brain.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Debra moaned, her ham going down to press against the back of Jim's head. "Eat me! Eat me!" she cried Jim speeded his tongue's penetration of her cunt, taking his hands from her ass and transferring them to her hips to lift her crotch nearer to his face.
Jim lifted his head from Debra's dripping cunt and looked at it, at the gleaming folds of flesh and damp strands of brick red hair. His cock was actually hurting now from being cramped inside his slacks, and with one hand he reached down and released his zipper, allowing his cock to spring free. Debra, seeing his action, reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hot, hard shaft, caressing it, feeling the ridges made by the veins over the blood-engorged flesh. Then she reached up to his hip and began to pull him forward on the couch.
Awkwardly Jim worked off his slacks and shorts without getting up from the couch, then inched forward until his cock was pressed between them, against the soft skin of Debra's stomach, the small drops of lubricating fluid from the end smearing across her belly. Again he slid a finger into her cunt, rolling his body slightly so that they were lying side by side on the couch, their bodies pressed together, their lips again meeting in a deep, tongue-swapping kiss. But Debra could not keep up the kiss. Her breath was coming too fast, her lungs demanding too much air for her to keep her mouth pressed against his.
Jim could see from the way she was biting at her lip, gasping for breath, wiggling against him, that she was hot and growing hotter with each passing second, with each thrust of his finger into her cunt. He brought his head forward and bit lightly a her neck, his tongue licking the film of sweat from the hollow of her throat. With his tongue he pressed almost brutally against the hard button of her clitoris while his finger speared in and out of her cunt, and she began to feel the contractions of her cunt that spoke of an impending orgasm.
Debra was ready for something besides Jim's finger in her cunt, and she made that plain to him by spreading her legs as wide as she could, one leg going off the couch and to the floor, the other going up onto the back of the couch. Jim bent his knees slightly, sliding them between her spread legs, then he wrapped his arms around her, turning her slightly so that her body was now partially beneath his.
Jim, knowing that they were both close to coming, rammed his cock against Debra's crotch, but he wasn't in quite the right place and her cunt wasn't that dilated, and the head of it slid off, back against the slightly rough cloth of the couch. Debra, smiling slightly, reached down and encircled his cock with her hand, bringing it back, centering the head between the waiting lips of her cunt. She was well lubricated, and with his cock now in the right place, a steady push of his hips and his cock slid straight and deep into her vagina.
Jim drew back a bit, pulling his cock almost all the way out of Debra's cunt, and she brought her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his ass, pulling down on him and at the same time driving her body upwards, pulling his cock into her. She tried to hold him there, but Jim was in no mood for passively feeling the heat of her cunt walls wrapped tight around the shaft of his cock. He began to jam his hips back and forth, slamming in and out of her, and Debra reached down and took hold of his scrotum, pressing the balls with almost painful pressure, matching her pressing to the rhythm of his pumping.
Then, suddenly and before Debra was quite ready for it, she felt the wild surging of his cock inside of her and the spurting of hot fluid shooting from the end of it, burning the walls of her cunt, making her vaginal canal even more slippery as it blended with her lubrication. Debra felt as though all the breath had been squeezed from her lungs, and Jim slammed his body against hers in battering, frantic thrusts. And just when sh< thought that he was going to finish before she reached her own orgasm Debra began to come in thundering spasms.
She writhed and twisted on the couch as she came, working her cunt over his cock as Jim's thrusts slowed. She gasped for breath and her mouth and throat were so dry that she croaked, rather than crying out as the orgasm took her. Then, with a final shudder, it was over.
Jim held his cock deep inside Debra's cunt for long minutes, feeling the heat and quivering of her cunt muscles, then he pulled slowly, gingerly, back away from her, releasing his cock from her clutching vagina. Free, he rolled over onto his back, the two of them crowded on the narrow couch, and let his breath out in an explosive whoosh.
Jim's cock began to soften, and he reached over and took Debra's hand, directing it to his shrinking organ. Debra wrapped her fingers about it, the tip of one of them rubbing softly at the head, once again exciting him. But Jim was in no hurry to start all over again, being satisfied for the moment, and he reached down, fumbled in his discarded trousers for his lighter, took a cigarette from the pack in the shirt he was still wearing, and shook two of them free.
"Want one?" he asked, holding the twin white cylinders out to Debra.
"Thanks." She took the proffered cigarette from him, then drew in deeply when he held the flame from his lighter to the tip. He reached behind him, got an ashtray off the table at the end of the couch, and balanced it on his sweat-filmed stomach.
"You're a pro, aren't you?" he asked.
"What?"
"I asked if you were a pro. A hooker."
"How did you know?" Debra asked after a long pause.
"Just a guess, really," he answered. "There was something about the way you were acting in the bar. Like you were looking for something-or trying to forget something."
"You're pretty perceptive," Debra said with a slight smile. "In other words, I was right." "Well, partially." "Partially?"
"Once a week, only." Debra took a deep drag on her cigarette then crushed it out in the ashtray which threatened to fall off Jim's stomach.
"I don't understand," Jim said, catching the ashtray as it started to slide off his stomach.
"I only ... work ... one day a week. Or Wednesday, and then only during the day."
"And the rest of the week?"
"I play at being a housewife."
"Does your husband know?" Jim said.
"I hope to hell he doesn't. If he did he'd probably beat the hell out of me. Or kill me." Debra shuddered slightly as she thought about how Frank would probably reach should he learn of her Wednesday activities.
"Were you, ah, working before you met your husband? I hope you don't mind me asking these questions, but you'll have to admit that, for a man, it's a pretty interesting subject."
"No, I don't mind a bit," Debra said "And since you asked, no, I wasn't working at being a hooker when I met my husband As a matter of fact, I just got into the business about a year ago."
"You mind if I ask how? And why?"
"Well," Debra said, frowning slightly, "it started because I was, really, pretty old-fashioned about sex. I was married, and I was true to my husband. In attitude, then, I guess I was almost his slave. It was old-fashioned and square and out-of-step with the women's lib movement and all of that, but it was something I had settled on way back in high school. I was going to find myself a man I loved and be true to him."
"But you changed your mind," Jim said, lighting another cigarette.
"Yeah. Give me one of those, will you?" Debra paused for a moment to light the cigarette, then continued. "I started spotting little things that made me think my husband was playing around on me. He's out of town every Wednesday, until pretty late at night. And it used to be that when he came home he was horny as hell. Then he started being 'too tired' on Wednesday nights. And a couple of times when I called his motel room someone else would answer. A woman. And she'd say I had the wrong number, or he must be in another room. Things like that. It happened three or four times, then he started getting on me about checking up on me. And that's when our second problem started. He began getting pretty rough: He'd always had a temper, but he never got physical-at least with me. Then one night he beat the hell out of me, and after that every time he'd get mad, I'd get thumped. Then I met Larry."
"Larry?" Jim asked.
"I was working then, and Larry was one of the ad writers in the office where I worked. He was a really nice guy, and we got to be quite good friends."
"Is he the guy who turned you out?"
"No," Debra said. "He's the guy who turned me on. You see, besides being old-fashioned about marriage, I was pretty dumb about sex, too. Which might have been part of the reason my husband started playing around. All I knew was man on top, woman on the bottom, and bang-bang."
"I didn't know there were any women like that left around," Jim said, smiling again.
"Well, I was one, hard as it may be to believe. Anyway, Larry worked in the same office with me, and he seemed to be a really nice guy. Different from the others."
"Different? In what way?"
"Well, when he'd stop at my desk to talk for a few minutes, it seemed as though he actually wanted to talk to me, not just score points, hoping to get me into bed. I know now that girls, most girls, like playing those little games with men, flattered when a man tries to get into her pants, whether she's planning on cooperating or not. To a lot of girls it was the game that counted, not the outcome. But I just wasn't that way. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"I think so," Jim answered. "You're saying that Jim liked you as a person, not as a sex object, to borrow a phrase from women's lib."
"Right!" Debra exclaimed. "He wasn't playing games, and he realized that I didn't care for games. That I wasn't going to cheat on my husband. There was nothing wrong with him, though. He played the games with the other girls in the office. That's what convinced me that he was really interested. All the other guys in the office had made passes at me at one time or another, but not Larry."
"Had you gone for any of those other passes?"
"No way! Why, I was so square I'd blush at a four letter word. Half the time I'd get mad if anyone made a pass at me."
"Which helps explain your attraction to Larry," Jim said.
"Right again. When he'd stop to talk to me, or when we'd eat our lunches together, our talk was usually about serious things, not the little jokes and insinuations that most man-woman conversations seem to be made up of. In all our talks, and our several lunches, Larry never made a pass at me. I guess I was really beginning to like him.
And then the troubles with my husband started. And Larry finally asked me to go out. On a Wednesday."
"Did you go?" Jim asked.
"You bet your sweet ass I did! The night before my husband and I had gone round and round, and I was pissed. So when Larry asked me out I accepted without a second thought."
"Did he know you were married?"
"Yeah. He also knew about my husband being out of town on Wednesdays. So he asked me out for an early dinner and a show. On Wednesday." Debra crushed out her cigarette and lay quietly, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"And?" Jim prompted after a few moments.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. The date. We started off with good, rare prime rib at a little first-rate restaurant that Larry knew about, along with three or four drinks. We both just rambled on through dinner, talking mostly about the big news stories of the day, but not really saying much of anything. Just comfortable small talk, you know?"
"Yeah."
"Anyway, after dinner we went to a show, a movie, not a stage play, and I can't really say that I cared for it. It was one of those then risque X-rated films, which were a lot milder than the X-films we have now. It was all about who was going to bed with whom, and what they were going to do when they got there. That seemed to be the entire plot, and while there were a lot of naked bodies around and a lot of four letter words, there was no actual fucking."
"And that got an X-rating?" Jim asked, incredulously.
"Remember, this was several years ago. Before, even, 'I Am Curious, Yellow,' or whatever that turkey was called. It was really terrible for me, though, and I was glad that the darkness of the theater hid my blushes from Larry. Like I said, I was really square then."
"What happened after the show?"
"Well, the drinks earlier, the happiness I felt from being with Larry, the differences between him and my husband, and the gentle way he had held my hand through the movie relaxed me and I sort of let my guard down. I was sure, for some reason, that I could trust Larry not to try to take advantage of me. That's why, when he suggested that we go up to his place to listen to some of his collection of classical music, and perhaps have another drink or two, I went for it."
"The idea of being alone with him in his apartment didn't bother you?" Jim asked.
"Of course it did. At least a little. But I felt that I could trust him, and besides, I wanted to hear some of his tapes. They were fantastic!"
"You're a classical music freak?" Jim asked, surprise in his voice.
"Yep. Very much. Larry's apartment turned out to be really beautifully furnished, in quiet good taste, and with a big plate glass window looking out over the lake. He mixed drinks for us, which we drank while looking through his tape collection, and after putting a tape on he mixed us fresh drinks, turned the lights down low to keep them from detracting from the music, and we went over to sit on the couch in front of the window." *
"Sounds like he was setting you up," Jim said. "What kind of mood were you in."
"Very relaxed, quiet and happy," Debra said. "So much so that I was almost asleep. I didn't even notice when the cut on the tape changed and the speakers began to throb with that insistent, climbing beat of Ravel's Bolero. Are you familiar with it?"
"Yes. A beautiful, and very sexy piece of music. Seduction music."
"Right on! But I didn't realize that at the time. I didn't even notice when Larry's arm began to tighten around my shoulders. "Without thinking about it I just moved closer to him, then his hand touched my cheek, turning my face towards his, and my lips parted as his mouth met mine in a kiss as light and tender as a feather's touch."
"And you kissed him back?"
"I sure did. My eyes were closed, my mind drifting in a sort of limbo of pleasure as his hand dropped to my breast, caressing it through my blouse. His lips kept pressing harder and harder against mine, and our breaths were coming faster and faster as I turned my body toward his. I seemed to be something I had no control over."
"What do you mean?" Jim asked.
"Well, I guess that the hatred had been building up inside of me for my husband, and deep inside I wanted to get even. And I wanted to think that some man loved me. I was cooperating with Larry, but on a completely unconscious level."
"You let him keep on playing?" Jim asked.
"I sure did! I wasn't thinking, though, just feeling. I had no thought of stopping him as his fingers released the buttons on my blouse, opening and pulling it from the confines of my skirt. I not only didn't think of stopping him, but I actually turned to help him as he released the snap on my bra."
"You must have been pretty wiped out from the drinks he had poured into you."
"No, not at all. I guess maybe I might have been a little light-headed from the drinks, but certainly not drunk. I can't use that as an excuse, not that I need one. I liked what he was doing to me. And I liked it even more when he began to run his hand over my body. His palm was dry and smooth, and felt very hot. He started out with it on my belly, but soon moved it upwards to cup one of my breasts. That really sent thrills and ripples of excitement through my body, and I remember feeling my nipple harden under his touch, pressing against his palm, telling him of my secret desires more eloquently than any words could have."
Without thinking about it, as she talked, Debra's hands came up and she began to rub her breasts, bringing the nipples to hard little points. Jim, seeing this, began to smile.
"What about Larry?" Jim asked. "Did you start giving him a little action?"
"No," Debra said. "Not at first. I just sat there and accepted what he was doing as he bent me backwards on the couch, his head dropping, his lips caressing my neck, his tongue probing gently at the hollow of my throat. It felt wonderful, and when his hands gently supported my back as his head dipped lower still, his lips going to my breast, I shifted about a little to make it easier for him."
"Sounds like you were getting turned on."
"You know it. I'll tell you, it sure felt good when that warm wetness of his tongue began flicking against my nipple. I was awfully sensitive and tender there, and the small bites that his teeth were taking as he sucked my nipple into his mouth sent small shocks, like an electric current, through my system. Then his hands went down to my hips, and he began lifting me, at the same time moving his head still farther down."
"Were you still helping him?" Jim asked, placing one hand on Debra's soft thigh.
"Yeah. His tongue felt out of sight, and it left a little streak of mingled hot and cold on my skin as it moved across my ribs. And it really sent a thrill through me when he stabbed it into my navel. His tongue, and the not quite smooth feel of his cheek on my skin was really beginning to build a fire in me."
"Beginning? Sounds more like you were ready to come," Jim said with a laugh, beginning to move his fingers slightly on Debra's thigh.
"No, I wasn't quite that far along, yet. But while he had been doing all that kissing on my stomach his hands had been working at the cloth of my skirt, bunching it up around my hips, and his hands finally came to rest between me and the couch, cupping the back of my thighs. I was still reacting to his kisses on my stomach when suddenly his head dropped still lower, and I felt his hot breath brushing against my thighs and his lips kissing the inside of my leg. It was as though my mind was a long ways away, but I could feel everything that was happening sharply and clearly. I wasn't thinking about it, but I knew that my body was twisting and turning, my legs spreading slightly, just begging for the touch of his kiss."
As she said that Debra turned her body slightly, and Jim's fingers slid down from the top of her thigh to her inner leg, just below the fine red hair of her cunt.
"Larry's fingers hooked in the elastic of my panties, pulling them slowly downwards, and I lifted my hips to help him. His lips were tracing across my skin, following the descending elastic band, and they felt very moist-and very good. It was a shock, but one I liked, when his tongue moved into the hair, and I didn't even notice when he pulled my panties completely off. My legs were together, but I spread them again without thinking, and he once again began kissing the insides of them. My legs started quivering and shaking, almost like they had a life of their own, and at that moment nothing seemed as important to me as the touch of his lips on my body. I was arched back on the couch, the moon shining through the window and right into my eyes, and I could feel my hips making little, small jerks as a hot ball of passion seemed to be building inside of me."
Without looking at him Debra dropped one hand from where it had been fondling her breast and laid it on top of Jim's cock, which immediately began to grow.
"From that point I really didn't care what Larry did," she said. "All I cared about was what his hands were doing to me, and that was lifting my legs slightly and spreading them still farther apart. His breath felt scalding hot as he moved between my legs, kissing softly with his lips, his tongue brushing back and forth, just barely touching my clit. He was spreading me apart with each pass of his tongue, turning me on, and when he began to nibble at my clit he sent a flush of feeling through my body that locked every muscle for an instant. It was only the need to support myself on the couch that kept my hands from the hair on the back of his head, that kept me from pressing his face tight against me, that kept me from begging him, with my hands, to go farther and farther until my body was completely free and completely his. I was that far gone."
"Sounds like you had forgotten all about your thing about being true to your husband," Jim said, his fingers brushing through the hair in Debra's crotch.
"Well, yes and no," Debra said, wrapping her fingers around Jim's stiff cock. "Later other things happened. But right then he started moving his tongue faster and faster, spreading me farther and farther apart, then, all of a sudden, he stuck his tongue all the way into me, and it felt wonderful. Sort of a deep seeking, a soft and tender lance of love."
"That sounds like something out of a bad porno book," Jim said with a laugh.
"Maybe," Debra said, laughing along with him. "But that's what it felt like at the time. His tongue was searching and his nose was pressed tight against my clit. He was tearing my emotions apart with his tongue, setting me on fire. My flesh felt like it was being turned to heated jelly and my missing willpower into pure submissiveness. The passion that was filling my body seemed to be ready to burst out towards him from the excitement of his tongue loving."
"How long did he keep on giving you head, without trying to screw you?" Jim asked, his finger sliding between the lips of Debra's cunt, feeling around for her clitoris.
"Not much longer. He kept it up for a few more minutes, then he lifted his head and moved quickly upwards again. His arms crushed me against him and his legs went between mine."
"Aha! The plot thickens. And, I imagine, so did his cock."
"It had thickened long before that. But I guess I had been sort of ignoring it, concentrating totally on what he was doing to my body. Anyway, one of his hands dropped away from my back, and I heard the soft sliding sound of his zipper being opened, then felt his cock pressing against my leg. We were kissing again, and I felt him shifting around on top of me, then that hot piece of meat was pressed against my cunt, where his tongue had just been turning me into jelly. He was taking it slow and easy, and I guess he should have rushed it a little. That would have kept me from thinking about what he was doing." "Why?"
"Because," Debra said, "right about then I started thinking about my husband, and my marriage, and my attitudes towards marriage. And that screwed up the whole thing. I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing, and my body began twisting and turning under him, trying to stop him."
"Did you stop him?" Jim asked, sliding one finger deep into Debra's hot, wet cunt.
"Yeah, for a moment," Debra said, beginning to run her fingers up and down the shaft of Jim's cock. "I guess he understood what the problem was. We had discussed it a couple of times, and Larry was very understanding. He drew away from me for a moment, then, before I could jump up and away from him, he pulled my body down onto the floor and once again his lips were between my legs."
"And what did you do?" Jim asked.
"Something that surprised me as much as it did Larry. Remember, I was very square about sex. No man had ever balled me except my husband, and oral sex wasn't something he was into. He had never eaten me, and I had never even thought about giving him head. That was, I thought at the time, dirty." "But?"
"Well, he was lying next to me on the floor, with his head between my legs, his feet up over my head. At first Larry was kissing the insides of my thighs again, but then he went back to the center, to my cunt and clit, and when he did he had to lift up, sort of lying over me. His cock was right there in front of my face, where I could see it clearly, and I sort of moved my head a little and kissed it. And at the time I had never even really looked at a cock before. That was quite a step for me."
"What did he think of that?" Jim asked.
"What do you think? When I kissed him he stiffened for a minute, then pushed his cock down towards me, so I just opened my mouth and let it slide in. I had heard about men and women doing that from other women, you know how they talk about such things, and it seemed, to be what he wanted. So I did it. And he really started working on me with his tongue again, at the same time jerking his hips back and forth. And it like just seconds before my body seemed to explode right along with his. We both came at the same time. It was wonderful, like nothing I had ever felt with my husband. I had had orgasms before, but nothing like that. I felt as if my body was going to fly apart, and all I could see in front of my eyes were flashing colors, whether they were open or closed. I hadn't realized before then that the human body was capable of feeling something as strong as that."
"And he came at the same time? That was lucky."
"Yeah, I guess so," Debra said, tightening her grip on Jim's cock. "He had his cock as deep as it would go in my mouth, and it began jerking around. Then, all of a sudden, there was this hot, salty flood of gooey fluid in my mouth, and I had to gulp it down to keep from choking. I didn't particularly enjoy that, and I still don't, but the feelings that were filling my own body made it worth it."
"And afterwards you found out that Larry had a second occupation," Jim said. "He was moonlighting as a pimp."
"No, not at all. Afterwards we just lay there for a while, had a cigarette and another drink, then he took me home. Neither of us said a word about what had happened, but after that we started taking every Wednesday afternoon off and heading for his place. And it didn't take long before I completely got over the hang-up of only fucking my husband, and Larry opened up a whole new world to me. He did wonderful things to my mind and body, things that I hadn't even realized my body had been searching for and needing."
"But what happened to get you started turning tricks?" Jim asked.
"About six months after we started our Wednesday afternoon thing, Larry got an offer of a better job. In New York. He wanted me to leave my husband and go with him, but by then I was getting the idea that sex was really something, and I didn't want to get locked into another one plus one situation."
"So?"
"So I let him go and started going out on my own on Wednesday -afternoons. I found that it was very easy to find interesting, and satisfying, bed partners in various bars and clubs around town. Sort of like the way I found you, as a matter of fact. Then, one day, one of the guys got the wrong idea. We had gone to a small hotel, and when we finished he got up, got dressed, and put a twenty on the dresser. Then he left without saying a word. At first I was really pissed that he would think such a thing, and to get rid of the mad I went out and used the twenty to buy myself a new dress. The next day, wearing the dress, I realized that I liked having that bit of extra money. My husband always took my paycheck, and left me just enough to run the house on. It seemed like I never had enough to go out and buy myself anything. And here was some complete stranger, who I had picked up because my body was hungry for a man, laying good money on me for something I would have paid him for. What a revelation!
It took me a while to get things organized, to learn the tricks of the trade, but before too much time had passed I was making more money in my Wednesday afternoons than I was on my regular job in two weeks. It took a while, but eventually I convinced my husband that I could save enough on my household bills to quit working, and he went for it without really looking into it. He never did give a damn about how the house was run, so long as he had food on the table and clean clothes to wear."
"So now you're a hooker, if only on a part-time basis?"
"Earlier today I was a hooker," Debra said, turning on the couch to face Jim. "Right now I'm just a woman, and I want to get fucked!"