Chapter 2
Thoughts from his past kept going through his mind as he sat there on the couch and sipped slowly from his drink.
He leaned way back on the couch resting his spinning head on the rough leather back.
This was his couch he thought as his head pressed against the firmness of the thick leather that covered the very masculine couch.
The room was in semi darkness as he sat there on the couch and let his mind ramble ack ... back ... through the years ... months ... and even the days that brought him to this day and this particular situation.
He remembered the first time he met Sharon, where it was and the situation surrounding their meeting.
He thought about this for a moment and then his mind went finally further back, back to another time another place and other people.
He found himself thinking of his early high school days, and how easy it was to feel really free and have all the fun he wanted to without having the feeling that someone was going to ask you to pay for what you had just because you had it.
He remembered Mrs. Lark, a lady he used to know. Every morning he could recall seeing her standing out in front of her house dressed in her sheer bath robe looking at him as he passed by her house on his way to school.
Every day she did this. There was never a day that she wasn't there as he walked by.
Soon she started waving to him as he passed her gate.
And finally, one morning, she called to him to come and help her lift something for her.
She took him in the house and closed the door. Her robe was hanging very loosely from her shoulders and she wasn't holding the front of it together at all.
She took him to her bedroom and closed that door too.
At first he was a little frightened. He didn't know what about.
She seemed like a very nice lady and had always said nice things to him. And he didn't really have any fear of her, but all the same he felt a little frightened.
He laid his books down on her dresser and turned and looked to see what she wanted to have moved.
As he turned and looked at her he saw that she had taken off her robe and had let it drop to the floor and was standing there in front of him completely nude.
Her naked body didn't excite him at first as he had never seen a real naked woman before.
He had seen snap shots of partially naked women in some of those nude magazines he found in some of the newsstands, where he would sometimes stand and steal a gaze from time to time, but none of that could compare to what he saw right then.
Mrs. Lark must have been in her very early twenties he thought as he remembered how young she was.
She was only a few years older than him.
He was seventeen and had a huge cock on him already.
She began to rub her fingers in and out of her cunt and up and down her belly-from her tits to her navel as she stood there in front of him and rocked herself back and forth and quivered a little from the sensation of her own fingers as they moved softly across her own naked flesh.
"Take your clothes off," she said to him finally, "and lay on the bed."
Sal looked at her for a minute and then began to remove his clothes a bit childishly at first but soon he felt no fear and removed the rest of them.
He was beginning to become excited now. Thoughts of being with a real woman for the first time were racing through his mind.
His big cock was beginning to throb and bounce as he walked closer and closer to her and the bed.
He laid down on the bed and his huge cock stuck straight up like a long pole at his crotch.
He watched as Mrs. L took the tool into her mouth and closed her hot moist lips around it and started moving her head up and down around it.
He felt the head of it throbbing and growing harder as her tongue slid across it.
She ran her lips up and down and all around it as he laid there on the bed and shook violently with the pleasure of it and thrust it up to her a little at a time.
She finally pulled herself up onto the bed and slid her hot anxious slithery cunt down over the head of his hot throbbing cock and sat up so that she could move her body around on top of him.
This was the wildest feeling he had ever felt.
Sal had never fucked a girl or a woman before; he had always been anxious to try it but the time was never right for him. He was always left to jack off and come in his hand instead of in a nice hot cunt the way he had heard his older friends talk about it.
Now he was and it was every bit as wild and exciting as they had told him it was.
Mrs. L was quite horny and hot as she had been without sex for nearly four months, as her husband was in the service and wouldn't be out for another three or four months.
She wiggled and grinded and pumped his bucking, throbbing, rock hard cock deeper and deeper into her hot quivering contracting cunt.
He lay there on the bed beneath her jumping and twisting into every possible position he could find to feel the full pleasure and thrill of her hot burning cunt as it closed itself again and again around his hard, throbbing, expanding love tool.
The thrills and the excitement of her every motion increased and increased with every stroke of her hot slithery quivering cunt lips.
On and on she thrust in frenzies of wild lustful passion. She took his hands and pressed them tightly to her tits and shivered with pleasure from the touch of his hands upon her flesh.
The passion she created in him clutched him in a mad frenzy.
He took hold of the nipples of her firm yielding tits and began to squeeze.
This made her wild with passion and frenzy.
She jerked her body from side to side from the hot passionate thrill of feeling his hard muscular fingers clamped tightly around the nipples of her hot throbbing firm pink tits.
Suddenly she felt him contracting and getting ready to come.
She pulled herself up off of him pulling his big hot cock out of her cunt and started sucking it again, more rapidly and more furiously than before.
At the same time she was shoveling her fingers deep into her own hot throbbing slit to ease the throbbing.
Suddenly he came, the hot burning come juice shot forth into her mouth and down her anxious burning throat.
He moaned and sighed and squeezed the tips of her big firm tits as his hot love juice shot forth from his huge tool.
She came too. Her moans and grunts filled the room and added to the excitement he felt.
Suddenly it was all over and there he lay on her bed, his cock still semi hard and laying against his naked belly pointing up to his navel.
He laid there on the bed for a few minutes as she left the room and went into the bathroom for something.
Soon she returned and laid down beside him.
She rubbed and petted and licked him all over.
Sal was full of ecstasy from the minute he got into her bed until he left late that afternoon.
He left her late that afternoon about two-thirty. He didn't get to school at all that day, but he had a great time.
He visited Mrs. L many times after that, always having a great time and feeling the greatest thrills of deep passion and ecstasy.
Each week on Friday or Thursday she would give him a present of ten or fifteen dollars to keep him coming back.
He smiled to himself as these thoughts flashed through his mind.
Each time he thought of something in his past he felt a little like going back to that time in his life and trying to re-live that particular part over again.
He sipped again from his glass and leaned his head back once more.
This time he thought of his early days in college, and of all the fun and excitement he had then.
He recalled to mind his second semester in college. He was an unusually bright student but didn't have enough money to do all the things he wanted to so he tried to work and study at the same time, which called attention to his grades.
The more he worked the lower his grades became, finally after what seemed like forever he managed to get through the year with a passing grade.
He met a person that year who helped him greatly through the latter part of that year and the next two years too.
She was a girl close to his own age, just a year or two older than he was.
She took care of him and gave him money so that he wouldn't have to work those last two years at all.
Since he had long been without the help of his own family because of a basic disagreement with his father, there was really nothing much else left for him to do.
Joice wasn't an attractive girl, in fact she was quite plain.
She was very nice and extremely generous to him, though that's what made him the most fond of her.
She didn't require much of him in any way. She seemed to be happy just to have him around under foot.
There never seemed to be a problem of any kind between the two of them.
He spent much of his time at school and studying and she busied herself with her own things for the most part, outside of a few minutes spent with him in the morning at breakfast and in the evenings.
She never saw that much of him usually.
Although she wasn't a very attractive girl facially she was quite exciting in bed, Sal thought as he recalled the first time they got together.
It was during the first week after they met. He hadn't seen or touched a girl for at least three weeks and was extremely horny.
She had invited him over to her house for dinner and to talk to him for a while.
He doesn't quite remember how it all started but somewhere in the course of the evening they found themselves lying on the bed thrashing madly about with their clothes on.
The next thing they knew, they were both nude and he was lying on top of her pounding wildly into her tight hot cunt with his hard throbbing cock.
The feelings of ecstasy and sheer pleasure still tingle in his memory from time to time.
They must have fucked and sucked and rolled around together for a long time for the next thing he could recall was seeing the shafts of morning sunlight as they came in through the cracks of the pulled drapes.
He moved in with her the next weekend and spent the next two years there.
After he finished school she seemed to go her way and he went his, not feeling too much about the whole thing, except to have a beautiful memory and a lot of nice feelings about her.
He often thought of her after that but only in recalling some nice things she had done for him from time to time.
And sometimes when he was lying on his bed lonely and horny he would think of her and wonder what she was doing or how she was.
These thoughts were soon replaced with some other thoughts of more urgent natures though.
But through all of that there was still the thought of her with a very warm glow to it, that came over him when he let himself sit back and recall the fun they had.
Suddenly as he sat there on the long low couch with these thoughts running through his mind his whole expression seemed to change.
His eyes grew more tightly slitted and a feeling of coldness and despair came over him.
He drank the rest of his drink and fixed himself another.
He sat back down on the couch uneasily. He was beginning to feel nervous and insecure.
The rest of his past started flashing across his mind with all their wild patterns of insecurity and despair.
He thought of Angela, Myrna and the many other women, all of whom he had used in the same way he was using Sharon.
He also remembered the times spent in utter despair and wondering after something went wrong with one of these associations.
He remembered the nights he had to spend walking the streets 'cause there was no place else to go.
And the times he spent the night or weeks and even months living with friends of his after a break up.
It seemed to him that he was always the one that was left with nothing no matter what the situation had been before.
It seemed to him somehow that he had always been in such a situation in one way or another, from the time that he was a small boy until now.
There would always seem to be something that he didn't bargain for that he would be expected to go along with or agree to just because of the situation he was in.
He wondered to himself if this wasn't actually all his fault in some way.
Not that he had deliberately tried to get something from anyone for nothing.
He had always thought that one must work for what one gets, and the bigger the thing you want the harder you must work to get it.
All this didn't seem to agree in some way with what actually happened.
For as long as he could remember he had worked hard for what he wanted and had never quite achieved the kind of reward for his labors that he had expected.
In his mind and to his way of thinking, there was never any doubt as to what he wanted, what he had always wanted and what he would probably always want.
He thought at times that his hopes and desires were beginning to form into real things, but it seems that there was always one factor that stopped everything cold as far as he was concerned.
For quite a few years he thought there was something in waiting for things to come his way, the passive method of getting places.
After many disappointments he realized it wasn't.
With this, his thoughts came back to Sharon and her present hold over him.
The memory of their meeting kept glimmering faintly in the back of his mind.
He was beginning to feel a little high from the strong drinks he was mixing and his mind was reacting to it.
As he continued to sit there the pattern of how he came to know her all came back to him quite clearly and vividly.
It happened at a party he had been invited to by a friend of his.
They had arrived a bit later than the other guests and the party was well under way when they stepped through the door.
The two of them managed to find the rest of their friends after a few moments of looking around the room.
They were mostly standing around the bar talking and carrying on with the other members of the party.
They walked over and joined them as soon as they found them and grabbed a drink too.
He could recall they didn't really notice much at first.
They were high when they got there and nothing made much sense to them for a while.
They talked and laughed at everything and were the excitement of the otherwise dull party for the moment.
Slowly, as his mind began to catch up with his body, Sal began to notice people.
He began to look around the room in sly and cautious glances, as if he felt someone watching him while he was playing with himself in a public toilet.
He continued to talk and joke with his friends as they stood there at the bar, but the feeling of being watched was still there in the back of his mind someplace.
He felt certain that there was someone in the room who was staring at him but he couldn't catch them.
Every time he turned his head in the direction that the feeling came from it was no longer there.
But as soon as he turned his head and continued to talk there it was again.
Finally after several attempts to see exactly who was looking at him, and after failing to catch anyone, he decided it was just a trip he was on and tried to ignore it all together.
Suddenly he turned his head in the direction of the feeling, and saw a face dart away from him and look out into the crowd.
He turned his head around slowly and watched slyly out of the corner of his eyes.
He finally caught the person staring at him again. A rather charming extremely fashionable looking woman.
She was dressed very nicely and showed the attributes of wealth as her slender frame stood so statuesque in that particular corner of the room.
When Sal was satisfied that she was the one that had been staring at him, he turned his attention from his friends for a moment and concentrated his looks and actions on the woman and her reaction to them.
The woman he was watching so intensely, was Sharon but he didn't know that then.
He glanced around the room from time to time and gazed and flirted with other women at the party, just to see how much it affected her.
At first she pretended not to notice what he was doing.
Eventually she began to fidget a bit. She primped and became a bit of a fluster, as she continued to stand in his view.
His drinks were beginning to get mixed up with the other stuff he had had before he got there and he was beginning to feel quite good.
His friends turned to him again and introduced him to the girl he was talking to.
The three of them went over to a corner of the room and sat down together.
The thought of his brief flirtation with the woman had slipped his mind for the moment.
He and his friends were laughing and joking gleefully, and seemed to be having a ball with each other.
Meanwhile, Sharon, who had been watching him for sometime, was maneuvering herself into his line of vision again.
She was now glancing in his direction with more determination than before.
Her eyes were slightly lowered and her expression had taken on a lustful gleam.
Sal wasn't quite aware of being watched this time, as he was clowning around and joking with his friends.
Their little group grew larger and larger though, as the party went on.
Theirs was the youngest group at the party and the most lively too.
Everyone around them was laughing and joking with each other.
Soon the entire party took on the attitude of this group of merrymakers, and nearly everyone was in a happy cheerful mood.
Even the older and more reserved couples seemed to join in this atmosphere of fun and frolic.
Eventually, Sal noticed that the same woman was looking at him again.
She was smiling casually this time and didn't turn herself away, when he looked back in her direction.
Instead she smiled harder and nodded her head in his direction.
Sal wondered what this meant. Was there some indication that she was sexually attracted to him? He wondered if there would be any chance of balling her. Sal found her to be attractive and the thought of getting his prick into her cunt made his dong pulse with excitement.
He knew that the only thing to do was to return the interest.
Sal, nodded his head in return, and smiled at her.
He tipped his head slightly to the side and eyed her as she continued to look lustfully at him every now and then.
It was apparent to him that the woman wasn't just an ordinary party pick-up, but he was sure she had a definite interest in him.
She seemed to use her sophistication to let him know that she had a definite lustful interest in him.
He was ready for this because he was in need of a financial backer and besides that she was very good-looking.
By this time it seemed quite obvious to him that she wanted to meet and talk to him.
She had paid little or no attention to several other guys who had come up to her and tried to make conversation.
She would usually turn them down politely and go on looking in his direction, as lustfully as before.
Finally after what seemed like hours, as she told him of it later, the two of them managed to get together finally.
They both sat down on the couch and started up a conversation.
Their first few minutes of communication were a bit slow and sluggish and consisted of a lot of silent indications of what they really wanted to say.
They were sitting beside two other people who were engaged in a rather windy conversation. Both of them were brought into it.
They really did end up talking to each other that night as the other two people got up finally and joined another conversation.
The two of them talked to each other for some time there on the couch.
She always seems to say the right thing at the right time, thought Sal, as then-conversation seemed to grow and become more interesting.
Sal, looked at her with admiration and respect as she told him of all the things he could do and what he might get if he would but give her that part of him that he could so easily give with nothing else expected of him.
She impressed him with the idea that she needed him so very desperately and would do most anything within reason to have what she wanted from him.
This conversation stretched deep into the early hours of the morning.
The rest of the guests were all leaving when they finally stopped talking and got ready to leave too.
Sharon had already asked him to come to her place after the party was over, and he had said O.K.
He left her for a moment and said goodnight to his friends as she did the same.
When he finished he stood near the door, and waited for Sharon to finish and meet him there.
Soon they were sipping coffee and cognac in her apartment.
The two of them continued to sit and talk as they had done at the party and in the car on the way home.
Slowly Sharon, got back around to the subject of her present and basic need and took Sal off into her bedroom and watched him undress before her as she laid on the bed nude waiting for him to join her.
He walked over to her slowly and hardly showed much sign of being interested as he looked at her lying there on the bed in front of him.
As he reached the edge of the bed on the side where she was laying, she reached out and grabbed his cock that was very large and only semi hard.
She wrapped her slender hot fingers around it and pulled it up to her mouth and closed her moist lips around it.
He could feel the heat of her tongue as it slid back and forth over the head of it.
He could feel his cock getting harder and harder, from the hot tantalizing way she slid her heavily moist lips up and down around his huge tool.
He reached down with one of his hands and placed it on her back.
The warm sensation he felt as he touched her traveled from his finger tips all the way up his arms and through his entire body.
He moaned a little both from the pleasure he felt from her hot lips as they slid along his cock, and from the sensations he felt as his fingers touched her warm smooth skin.
Suddenly he pulled his hot throbbing cock out of her mouth and threw himself down on top of her on the bed and started shoving his huge cock into her anxious quivering throbbing cunt.
She screamed with pleasure as she threw her legs up in the air as high as she could throw them.
She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly as she bucked her body wildly beneath him.
This passionate motion she made, made Sal frantic with excitement.
He pounded away harder and harder into her hot contracting cunt.
His heart was pounding wildly, and he was moaning and panting wildly as his huge cock slid in and out of her hot throbbing cunt.
The thrust and drive of his big tool made her moan and sigh louder and louder with each giant thrust.
She moaned and grunted in soft sighs as he slowed down the tempo as not to make her come too soon.
His big masculine fingers took hold of her soft smooth yielding tits and squeezed them softly and gently as he continued now to slowly pump up and down between her hot flailing legs.
She moaned softly and tossed her head from side to side as she bucked her body rapidly up and down beneath his thick muscular body.
The rising of the heat from her hot tight thighs ran up his moist belly and sent chills of pleasure to his head.
It circled around inside his head and blinked hot and cold in his mind, giving him a strange wild feeling of pleasure and excitement.
His thick hairy body began to sweat.
He could feel the hot salty beads of sweat running down his belly to his navel and on down to his crotch.
This sensation made him shiver and quake with pleasure.
She slid her hot smooth body from side to side to feel the sensation of their hot flesh as it slid back and forth against each other.
The thrill of the sensation rubbing against both of them made them moan and sigh louder.
Their moans and sighs eventually filled the room and echoed all through the room.
Their hot sweaty breathing echoed to the ceiling and then back down to the bed.
Both of them shook passionately and shivered wildly as their two bodies slid and bounced against each other.
Sal felt his hard cock throbbing wildly as he plunged it deeper and deeper into her cunt in that same slow pumping as he had been doing for some few minutes.
Sharon ran her thin fingers up and down his back and dug her nails visciously into his hard muscular back.
He grunted and moaned from the pleasure and pain of the sensation he felt as her fingers dug deep into his hot sweaty flesh.
The sensation of her clawing and scratching drove him into a wild frenzy and his cock pounded harder and harder into her hot throbbing cunt.
With every thrust of his giant tool, she bucked her body up to him more frantically than before.
Her body was one entire shaking, quivering, throbbing, mass of motion as they both reached their wild frantic climax together.
Screams ... grunts ... yells of passion and loud strong moans and sighs of pleasure filled the entire room as their hot burning come shot forth from their two hot throbbing sex organs.
As their grunts and moans subsided, they laid beside each other on the bed and panted and moaned with pleasure and let the thrills of their climax slowly flow from their bodies into their burning memories.
That was their first meeting and the beginning of a long and sometimes very nice friendship.
Sal stood up after his head had shook out the last of the memories of how he and Sharon first met and took his glass to the bar, got his coat, and walked to the door and out into the street.