Chapter 2

That ol' gal was something else, no she was more than something else! John Owens' mind raced unbelievably. I've never met a woman like her, and doubt if I ever will ... incredible ... absolutely incredible, John muttered to himself again and again.

Young John Owens was, by the time the night was over, absolutely exhausted. And no wonder. Dead-tired from the long thirteen-hour flight and from his total abstinence from his beautiful young bride for over half their married life, the young reporter had been beside himself. No wonder he had gone stark-crazy and raped his poor innocent bride! And then he had to trip over to Queens for some P. R. story, he thought, but that just might turn into yet ... Christ, the old gal was really something! What a gold mine of information ... what a treasure! She was born in the 1870's, '78 to be exact. Her mother, and Harriet Johnson's grandfather had been a more than active participant in the Molly MaGuires, a group of hardy young Irishmen who dressed up in women's clothes-something almost unheard of in those days-blackening their faces and disguising themselves to attack those employed to enforce the payment of rents due ... some of their victims were even beaten unmercifully. And then her grandfather had been caught, forced to flee to the dark coal mines of Pennsylvania, working under slave-wage conditions. He was one of the leaders who started another such secret society in the mining districts of that state in the mid-eighteen hundreds and was finally hung by a group of irate vigilantes.

Harriet could still remember all the horrible stories she had heard in front of the hearth on top of her young uncle Sam's lap about the hangings that had taken place-three of the five O'Hara brothers had died on that black summer day. And then there was the Garfield assignation in '81. To think the old gal had lived through three presidential assassinations, Garfield's, McKinley's, and Kennedy's. And then there was Orville and Wilber Wright, the Russian revolution, the San Francisco earthquake ... the Titanic ... the first telephone talk from New York City to San Francisco in 1915 ... the murder of the Romanovs. His mind had boggled about then, and Harriet could tell. She had offered him another drink, and he had accepted ... gratefully.

"Thanks, Mrs. Davis, I think I need it about now," he had replied.

"I know you could, honey," Harriet had smiled. By then, the entire family had left her three-room apartment except for an older man, H.A. Wilson, who John had taken to be in his late seventies or early eighties, and who had retired to the bathroom. She had introduced him to John as her most favorite boyfriend.

He had gotten a big kick out of that, and when he had asked the surprisingly young-looking centarian, who had once been beautiful, how she had managed to live to a hundred, she had replied: "Plenty of eating, drinking and fucking."

John smiled as he left the Globe Building. Yes, it had been a long flight back to New York, and a long night, but most of all, he was mentally weary from thinking about the problems he had with his young bride and their sex life. He had no idea about what to do to change her attitude, but thought that if she ever let herself go, she would learn to like it and probably need it as much as he did. Maybe they could work it out later, but now he was just too tired to care. All he could be sure of was that they could not go on like this much longer.

John decided not to take a cab home but to walk instead. As he started down the street, a taxi pulled up in front of the building. It was Perry Ellsworth, the bastard. Fuck the bastard for always putting me down and making my life miserable! Between Marilee Selwyn, and my editor, they're going to drive me out of my head.

John casually watched the older man as he got out of the taxi with his girl, Tessa Hayward, kissed her, and started walking toward him.

"Good morning, John. Everything go all right last night?" the editor asked.

"The old gal was something else, chief," he replied. "The story's on your desk."

Tessa Hayward was listening to the conversation between her lover and the young reporter. She had slid out of the taxi as her lover got out and when she saw the handsome reporter wearily leaving the building she decided to wait. Who knows, she thought, might as well try the kid again. For over a year, she had been trying to think of a way to get him interested in her, but he was so polite, so aloof, that he didn't even know she was alive. With a sudden grin, she decided to walk home since there didn't seem to be anyone waiting for him. Wonder where his wife is? she thought. Maybe they don't have all the matrimonial bliss that everyone thinks they have. Hmmmmmmm! She waited for her boyfriend to walk into the building before calling out, "John, ... hey, Owens ... want some company?"

"Morning, Tessa," John said. "Certainly can use some ... if you don't mind walking. I was going to walk home instead of taking a taxi ... good exercise."

"Looks like you keep in shape," Tessa said as she caught up with him. "I'll enjoy the company too. It's really too early for any honest person to be out of bed, but Perry says it starts his day out right if I ride to work with him. I think a woman should always do what her man wants her to, huh, John!"

John walked stiffly, thinking how nice it would be if only his wife felt that way. He was openly admiring the older woman, his eyes assessing her voluptuously well-curved body. Her hair was so black that it had a blue light to it as it cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, framing her pretty heart-shaped face. He couldn't keep his eyes off her smooth cream-white skin, her sparkling brown eyes and her mouth ... the most sensual he had ever seen. What a contrast she was to that son-of-a-bitch boyfriend of hers. Perry Ellsworth was a big strapping blond, his hair was coarse and unruly, and he had a rugged face that looked as if he had been a boxer at one time. The young reporter continued his furtive appraisal, letting his eyes fall to the slender curve of Tessa Hay ward's throat and to the huge full mounds of her ripely swelling tits.

God! Can she ever fill out a sweater. I bet she's a regular sex machine in bed. His thoughts were pulled abruptly back to Tessa and the question she was asking him.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Oh, I just said that it must have been tough having an assignment your first day back from Australia. Must be equally hard on your wife, especially with her being so young, and you having been gone for two weeks."

"Hell, I'm sure it doesn't mean that much to her. She doesn't seem to be affected the same way I am," John replied without thinking, and immediately began to get angry all over again.

Tessa's mind was racing. So that's why the kid has such a look of irritation! I thought it was just that he'd had the duty and needed a little loving. This is working out even better than I thought. Golly, who would think that beautiful young bride of his didn't care about sex. Suddenly, her interest quickened even more, and her eyes began to glow with a strange light. Ooooohhhhh ... you don't suppose she hates men ... likes chicks. Ah, that would be too good to be true! One way or the other, the kid should be easy to catch and reel in, after I show him what it's like to have a real woman suck his prick!

Humming softly to herself, Tessa walked with John, and at the next street, they turned into the park. At that time of the morning, there were very few people around. "Let's have a seat on that bench over there by the bushes, I'm kind of ,tired."

John paused a moment. Marilee said she'd be waiting for him. Still, though, his hunting instincts told him to accept. Who knows? Tessa Hayward had been staring boldly at him, had even made a couple of suggestive remarks at their last party. Even if she meant nothing by her invitation, it would still be good to talk with a woman who was relaxed and happy, and he could delay the inevitable with his own wife. The more he thought about resting, the better the idea sounded. He knew he could really turn on to this chick if he weren't married. He followed her voluptuously mature body over to the secluded park bench and talking for a bit.

"Hey, why don't you come over to our apartment for a cup of hot chocolate. It's kind of cold out here. And our place is on the way to yours."

"Sounds like a good idea," he answered, and after a fifteen minute walk they had arrived in front of Tessa's apartment building.

"Morning Sam," the voluptuous brunette smiled at the muscular black security guard sitting at a desk in the lobby.

"Morning, M'am ... Sir...." he nodded with a knowing grin.

They were silent on their ride in the elevator up to the seventeenth floor, and John followed the voluptuous brunette into the apartment and into the living room. She made him a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchen, and returned to the expensively furnished living room and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Excuse me for a moment, huh, John?" she asked and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Tessa stood in front of the full-length mirror and grinned triumphantly. It's going to be as easy as taking candy from a babe. Quickly, then, she lifted her skirt and peeled her panties down over her smoothly rounded buttocks and long curving thighs. When she bent over to pick up the discarded panties, her skirt hiked up to completely expose her sensuously curved asscheeks.

She took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and returned to the kitchen where she filled a cup of chocolate for herself and sat down next to the young reporter on the sofa, letting her short skirt slide far up so he could glimpse a few cunt-curls at the crotch.

With a sudden tightness in his prick, John felt his heart and cock hammering as he realized the sexy brunette had nothing on under her goddamned dress ... Christ, he was sure he could even see a fringe of her darkly curling pussyhairs between her long tapered legs. What a sexy woman, what a sexy babe! He could feel his virilely throbbing cock spring to life once again in the tight constriction of his pants. He would have to get the hell out of this place ... and fast, before she became aware of his sudden lust. God, what he wouldn't give to give her a good fucking.

"Want to talk about your problem with your new wife?" Tessa said as she patted him on the knee. "Maybe I could help you work it out. After all, I am a woman ... and older and more experienced, my dear."

"Thanks, I'm afraid there is nothing you or anyone could do," John sighed. "But thanks," he added again.

"Sure about that?" she asked, placing her hand on his thigh. "Girls know more about other girls than you men think we do."

Tessa made a wild mental guess, then added, "As an example, I think your new wife is not quite as responsive to your love-making."

"My god ... how could you know that?" John asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

The voluptuous brunette felt a thrill of triumph as she realized her guess had hit the target. She stared into his handsome face and her hand began making teasing little circular motions on his upper leg.

If she didn't stop those maddening caresses, he was going out of his goddamned mind. Surely she knew what she was doing to him with her lewd talking and fondling. If she doesn't stop soon, I'll cream in my pants!

"Well, it's my guess that your Marilee was a cherry when you met, and she's too inexperienced to feel anything but disgust. She's probably never even cum."

John felt a pinprick of guilt at discussing his personal life with his editor's girl friend, but he was at his wits' end. Tessa had left her hand on his leg and continued to-caress his upper thigh as she talked, coming closer and closer to his hotly pulsing cock under his pants. "Have you thought of teaching her the finer points of sex, like cock-sucking or even group sex?" she asked with authority.

John gasped, then replied. "Marilee would never do that! She doesn't even like to have normal sex much less sick sex like that!"

"Sick? Haaaaaa!" Tessa threw back her head and laughed. "My dear, John, no wonder you have problems with that poor child bride. You've got some real problems yourself, hon ey."

Tessa reached for his visibly throbbing prick and rubbed gently against the lust-swollen cock-head. She said without warning. "How would you like me to show you how a real woman enjoys what you call sick sex? Have you ever had your prick sucked? I'm very good at it. Has Marilee ever sucked your cock until you shot your load down her throat?"

"N ... no...." the confused young husband admitted. "Marilee would never ever ... "

John Owens thought he would choke on his own words. He had never heard a girl speak so filthy before ... and his prick was so wildly aroused that he could hardly contain himself. He wanted to fuck this sensual little bitch and fuck her good, but he knew he couldn't hurt his wife like that, not even if she didn't want him to touch her. Christ, what if Ells worth ever found out I fucked his old lady? He'd have his balls!

Tessa Hayward didn't wait for John to answer, but reached brazenly forward, unfastened his belt, and slowly unzipped his fly. Then she wormed her hand expertly through the opening of his shorts, causing the long thick length of his cock to pop out. Without hesitation, Tessa circled her fingers tightly around it and began gently massaging the pulsating head of his hardness until it stood up in even greater erection. God! It was huge, even bigger and thicker than Perry's, and almost the biggest she had ever seen!

For a long while, Tessa held its awesome, mouth-watering thickness contained in both of her hands, stroking it lewdly with exciting thoughts going around in her head. Then teasingly, she took his lust-hardened cock gently between the flat of her palms in a squeezing embrace that caused the young reporter's hips to undulate in eager rhythm to the tantalizing up and down movement of her fingers.

John watched, mesmerized, as his editor's girl friend slowly lowered her head toward his hotly straining prick that jutted out like a massive ramrod from his fly, and suddenly her tongue flicked out, its smooth wet surface grazing warmly over the tiny hole at the end of his thick rubbery cock-head.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiii!" John groaned loudly at the lewd contact, and stared at her with awe. Chills of passion and forbidden pleasure raced along the base of his spine, and he broke out in a sudden light sweat. Then her softly ovaled mouth plunged wetly all the way down over the sensitive exposed head, her saliva drowning it in a sea of heated moistness. He could feel her incredibly warm lips draw in along the ridge at the base of his prick, tightening like an elastic just below the lust-swollen head, and trapping it completely in the soft wet cavern of her mouth. John almost vibrated with the magnitude of his emotions. The young man was going out of his mind from just the thought of what Tessa Hayward was doing to him ... Tessa ... her sensuous smooth mouth hungrily sucking on his huge, tingling cock, together with the actual cock-hardening sensations produced by her hotly nibbling lips, gave John an added feeling of erotic arousal. He had never been this hot in his whole life. The very idea of his long throbbing cock sunk half-way between this beautiful brunette's tightly ovaled lips merely increased the forbidden pleasure. Owens' boss's wanton girl friend held the rigid shaft of his cock with one hand, while the other kneaded his cum-laden balls, her fingers feather-gentle on their tender surface. Meanwhile, her head moving up and down on his lust-swollen hardness as she ringed her moist lips firmly around it, created another hotly clinging cunt out of her mouth. Entranced, John watched her as she began to take more and more of his thickly pulsing cock up into her mouth and throat, and he was surprised that she could take so much, so easily.

Inside her soft warm mouth, Tessa's tongue now swirled wildly around the pulsing spear of the young man's cock, and he was aware that she was trying to put the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the end. Tensing his loins, he thrust his impatiently aroused prick up into her hungry red lips, feeling his hardness plunge deep into her throat, and as he felt her heated breath close to his loins, he knew that she had swallowed almost all of his massive length!

"Ooooooohhhhhh ... ooooooohhhh!" he moaned and began to move his hips in rhythmic counterpoint to her lewdly bobbing head, the two of them moving in an obscene parody of fucking, as he drove her long hard cock in and out of her wetly sucking mouth. The young reporter's mind was fixed on only one thing now, the warmly clasping cavern of her mouth and the fluttering touch of her tongue fucking against the sensitive head of his cock.

John looked down and gulped at the sight of his huge prick buried deep inside her greedily sucking mouth. The entire length was glistening wetly from her overflowing saliva as her fingers circled around the base of his upstanding prick, and she stroked in rhythm as she drew up and down with her cock-stretched lips.

Tessa's face, John noticed, had changed as she labored over his loins. She seemed to be in a sexual rapture of her own. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was coming in short, jerky spurts of air through her nose, as though she, too, was about to cum. Then, as John looked beyond, downward to where her hugely throbbing tits danced almost lewdly beneath her, he saw that her other hand was thrust up beneath her skirt, working rhythmically at the sparse, hair-covered pussy.

She's fingering her fucking pussy! Holy Shit, she's got the hottest cunt I ever saw!

John gulped in disbelief. He had never seen a woman finger-fuck her own pussy before. His attention was brought back to her face and the sensations of her tongue swiping wildly around the huge bulbous cap of his cock at the height of her withdrawal, and then sliding back down almost to the base of his thick hardness. He flexed his asscheeks and bent his head even farther, concentrating on the wantonly exciting sight of her lovely face bobbing up and down in his lap. Jesus, it was all the more stimulating to be able to watch her work, to see her devouring the long thick length of his hardness, and hear her obscene mewls of gurgling pleasure purr softly from between her sensually contorted lips, while she finger-fucked her own glistening pink pussy! And Tessa seemed to sense his mounting lust and began to suck even more voraciously, drawing her teeth and letting them dig gently into the thickly resisting cock-flesh as she pulled up.

His near-bursting hardness was plunging in almost full-length with each powerful stroke, and the rotation of his uplifted loins sent his cum-filled balls careening off her chin with each impatient lunge. He was sure she would choke on his huge thick piece of cock buried so deeply in her throat, but her maddening sucking continued.

John, no longer able to contain himself, grasped her thick silky black hair and forced her widely stretched mouth down hard on his prick which felt almost ready to split his loins with the massive pressure of his super heated cum. Great churning pools of jism were building up deep in his balls and he knew it wouldn't be long now before they erupted like some powerful underground geyser. His chin fell to his chest and he watched her suck him like a starving child being fed a lollipop. It seemed as if heavy steel bands were constricting his chest, and he gasped involuntarily for breath.

Tessa felt the head of his wildly jerking cock swell suddenly larger, and she knew from experience that he was just, about to cum in her mouth. At the same time she could also feel her own impending cum, and she finger-fucked her writhing cunt faster and faster, moaning all the while around his thickness.

"Oh, honey, oh, shit, I'm cuuuuuummmmiiiinnnnggggggg! Suck it baby ... I'm oh, wooowww ... aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii...!" the young reporter moaned in ecstasy at the same moment the brunette reached her peak.

Tessa gulped as she took the first blast of his white-hot cock-juices into her throat, swallowing the spewing jism as quickly as possible, her throat bobbing up and down in her frenzy to get all of the life-giving sperm. The pungent cream jetted into her greedily sucking mouth in great spurts, her cheeks bloating out then hollowing as her mouth filled and emptied over and over again. Her belly jerked and spasmed as she swallowed the heated cum, and she licked at the thick tasty cock in her mouth as though it were spewing honey.

And, even as John's gradually dwindling cock began to deflate, Tessa wouldn't let it go! Her sensually ovaled lips still nibbling, her throat and cheeks sucking as if to turn him inside out. She lapped at the remaining cum still clinging to his prick until she had licked it dry.

The young man collapsed across the sofa with a groan of complete satiation as Ellsworth's girl friend fell to the carpet in total exhaustion and satisfaction.

Then, with an abruptness that was startling, John's thoughts suddenly returned to his new wife and he felt a blanketing sensation of shame and momentary confusion. He wiped his limp cock on his pants, pulled them up, fastened his belt, and then helped Tessa Hayward to her feet, where she stood, her legs trembling in the aftermath of her passion.

John watched her as she drew the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips and heard her say in a weak voice, "Well, Mr. Owens, did you like my mouth making your prick cum?"

John's deep sigh of satisfaction and wry smile were his only answer. It had been fantastic!

"Honey, do you still think something as great as that could be sick?" Tessa enquired, still licking her lips.

"No way!" He shook his head and then repeated, "It was out of this world!"

Tessa smiled. "We've got you over the first hurdle, maybe now I should have a little talk with your new wife. I feel it's my duty to society. It can't have young men or their wives sexually frustrated."

John Owens stared at her in indecision. He wasn't sure what this worldly sensuously alluring woman would have in common with Marilee, but if Tessa Hayward could help his young bride get over her problem with sex, it was worth a try ... anything was!

"Okay," he said doubtfully.

Tessa put her arm around his waist and led him towards the door. "I'll get her straightened out, honey," she purred as she pulled his head down and kissed him quickly on the mouth.

The exhausted young reporter reached for her huge tits, but she evaded him, shaking her finger at him.

"You've had your fun for the morning, honey, and I think you'd best get some sleep.

I know what a slave-driver Perry is ... he sure keeps me working on his cock most of the time!"

John threw back his head and laughed. This chick was a wild one!