Chapter 2
"Come in!" Nona said, swinging the front door wide. It was Saturday afternoon, John was down at the tavern as usual, and Pam was having cokes with her girlfriends at The Den, where the kids hung out.
Nona had called the local plumbing and heating shop and asked for a man to come out and estimate the cost of repairing their heating system, and the one she wanted was here now, looking at her. Steve Hill. Nona knew he made a lot of married pussies weep with want. Really interesting men were terribly scarce in Newkirk.
Steve smiled, his dark eyes interested, and walked into the living room. Even the way he moved was exciting to Nona! Like a big cat, ready to spring. Nona wore a new dress she had been afraid to wear when she went out-she was supposed to be a very proper married lady. The dress was cut low in front to reveal the upper slopes of her big tits, and the skirt was shorter than she usually wore.
And of course she had put on her best nylons and more makeup than was really nice for a woman her age. Her best undies, too.
"Nice," Steve said, glancing around the room and then back at Nona. The way he looked her up and down, almost undressing her with his eyes, gave her another sharp thrill. Oh, he did like her appearance! He wore sport clothes, he was not actually working today, it being Saturday ; just appraising the new job. Not over forty, surely. And so deliciously virile!
"The furnace is this way," Nona said, shivering. She pointed toward the door that led to the basement.
He nodded. Drawing a work sheet from his hip pocket, he followed her to the doorway. She had not flirted with a man for so many long years, Nona felt terribly awkward. But after seeing Steve downtown a few times, and dreaming about him when she had her sneaky climaxes alone, she was already shaking like a teenager. Her cunt was turning wet in her lace trimmed panties!
He went through the door, giving her a very slight wink, and disappeared down the basement steps.
Nona shivered, hugging herself. She ran into the kitchen, found a bottle of wine she had been saving, hidden so John couldn't find it, and brought the bottle and two frosted glasses into the living room. She placed the glasses on the coffee table in an alcove, a place where no one could see from the street. Proper married women in Newkirk didn't draw the drapes when a furnace man was making an estimate!
She was sure that Laura Weston, her best woman friend and next-door neighbor, would see the car in front of the house, and had probably watched Steve enter. Laura was having troubles with her husband, too. They talked about it a lot. Talking was not the answer, though. Nona had to do something about her frustration. Maybe Steve would ask her for a date! They could slip out of town . . .
In the basement, Steve Hill finished his inspection of the heating system, jotted down his figures and returned the estimate sheet to his pocket. Sonofabitch! Nona Billings really had it for him. Fine, lush body, a full sensual mouth, good legs and ass. But her big, jutting tits were terrific- they stuck out like ripe hills as firm as melons. Not pretty, but those damned cute ones were often not the fuck their beauty promised.
Steve's last wife, Toni, had been one of those too-pretty showpieces, and so damned expensive he had decided to clear out of Seattle and hit some small town where he could work at a slower pace. Several young, unmarried chicks around town were letting him know they were available for marriage. Screw that! he thought.
The dames who had been hitched for about fifteen to twenty years were the best humping, he figured. And Nona was just right. Steve knew about her beer-drinking husband, he had seen her downtown a few times and his prick had tingled at every look. Her modest clothes couldn't hide that luscious body, the fine wiggle of her plump, rounded ass.
Today she was all gussied up, she looked younger, and better, and obviously she was attracted to him, in fact, the boss had told Steve Nona had requested him to look over the heating system.
When Steve returned to the living room and saw the two glasses and the bottle of wine, his cockhead started to swell. She was ready. At the same time he was sure this war, a new thing for her; he had fucked a lot of dames in his forty years, he could spot an easy pushover a mile away. She was so damned nervous and excited she squirmed her butt like she couldn't stop the itch. She had class, but she would have been the last one to realize it.
Steve had been raised in a small logging town south of Seattle, he knew the scene. At thirteen, while delivering groceries to the better homes, he had learned how hard up a lot of middle-aged married dames were. Husband away at work, the kids in school or gone for the afternoon. They fucked like mink. In fact, he had learned how to fuck from a woman older than his mother . . .
"I hope you don't have to hurry back to the shop," Nona said, her voice actually off-key. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the wine bottle.
"No. The owner told me to take the rest of the day off." Steve grinned, moving down on the sofa at her right. "I appreciate this, Nona. You're a very attractive woman."
She flushed, her hungry brown eyes said she loved it. "I-I'm married, I guess I shouldn't be offering you a drink, but-"
The hem of her frock was creeping back along her full, nyloned thighs, her luscious big tits were straining at the bodice, her full reddened lips were slightly parted. The furious, deep hunger in her body was like a visible hand reaching for his nuts and cock. Steve knew the poor woman was dying for a fuck.
"I can keep a secret," he said, smoothly letting his left arm slide along the back of the sofa, lightly touching her shoulders. "I've noticed you downtown."
"Oh, shame on you!" she breathed. "I mean-"
Nona's head was whirling! Steve's nearness, the light contact of his arm, his overpowering virility, his dark eyes almost fondling her body, sent her into a spin! He hadn't even touched the wine, he was giving her all of his attention without grabbing at her, he was so smooth!
My God! she thought wildly. I had him in my mind when I was using that dildo yesterday afternoon, I had a furious orgasm! He's been looking at me, so he must want to carry it farther! If he stays here too long it won't look good, though. Right now, I don't care! I want him to feel me and kiss me and take me into the bedroom . . .
"You have a very sexy walk, Nona." Steve smiled, his left hand pressed her left shoulder. Naughty tremors chased from her moistened cunt along her legs and up to her breasts.
"But-there are lots of young, pretty girls around town who are really interested in you. I've heard it-"
Nobody ever told me I walk sexy, she thought, shivering again. Ohhh, he knows how to turn a woman on! John never even looks at me anymore, he's a pig! I shouldn't be doing this-it's wrong! But I NEED a man! The last time John tried it, he couldn't get it hard! That was over a year ago. I just can't wait any longer! Being 'nice' is no fun. I'm sick of doing it myself, using a piece of plastic in my cunt when I really want a hard, warm cock!
"Young chicks are a dime a dozen, Nona." Steve smiled. "Mature women are much more appealing-for me. Tell you what. Give me a kiss, and then I'd better leave, huh?" His arm tightened. "I'll call you and we can set up a date- if you're willing."
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "B-but-please don't go!"
A fierce look came in Steve's eyes. He brought his head closer. He aimed his mouth at her lips and she leaned shiveringly nearer. Their legs touched. Her thighs seemed to burn. His tongue shot out, entering her parted lips before the kiss was even started!
Before she knew what was happening, her arms were around his neck, her mouth was wide open and he was stroking his tongue in her eager mouth! Her lips were mashed to his. They quivered and sweet tingles gripped her whole crotch. Nona had not been really kissed this way since her first dates in the back seat of a car! John had never gone much for mouth-contacts, he had never even given her breasts much attention. All he had cared about was her cunt, and seeing how quickly he could shoot his lust inside it. Her wedding night, when he had taken her maidenhead, had been horrible!
Only in later years, when he had not been able to climax for a long time, had their sex been anywhere near satisfactory. Always the same position, him on top. Always in the dark, as if he were ashamed of his body, his facial expression when he pumped away at her pussy . . .
Now, finally, a very accomplished man was sipping at Nona's mouth, tasting her need, holding her with his hand as if she were someone very special! What a difference it made. And when his other hand touched her achy breasts and pressed experimentally, his fingers sliding out to the covered peaks, Nona whined her joy!
He likes my big tits and they like him! she thought, her thighs opening in the age-old motion of complete sexual surrender. My cunt is on fire. I'm leaking all over my panties! I'm burning for prick! I want him to fuck me till I scream!
Suddenly Steve's free hand was on her nyloned knee, sliding slowly inward! She was proud of her legs. They were firm and shapely, even if on the large side, and he liked them! His fingers crept inward farther, farther-until he was touching the heated bare flesh past the bands of her hose. His tongue was still going in and out, in and out, like a prick! Her clitoris swelled, she felt her stinging need sharpen even more. Her pussy was swelling out into the cling of her panties, and the way he was playing around with her thighs and drawing her even closer was sheer magic!
No one had ever teased her and kissed her this way, ever! A sweet glow was spreading out from Nona's crotch. Her tits wanted out of her filmy bra, pressed to his naked chest. Her inner vagina was actually twitching with lurid anticipation.
When his hand finally cupped her achy cunt-mound, she moaned into his mouth. Her hips lifted, as if on coil springs. She was hunching her cunt at him! Her clit had never felt so prominent, her nipples were just as excited. She was one whole bundle of burning sex! Suddenly the hold of his fingers on her pantied cunt, the promise of his tongue, started her orgasm!
Her mouth broke free, her thighs jerked, her skirt was back to her hips. He was watching the spread of her thighs, the bulges of her tits in the tight top of her frock, and then the sweet, slow pulsing of her delight shot from her clitoris at his hand!
"OHH, OH, OH, OHHHH-honey!" she cried fiercely. "Ohhh, God! Ohhhhh, nowwwww! OH, OH!"
"Cum good, Nona!" he breathed into her lips. "Cum hard! You need it! Pretty soon I'm going to get my prick in your cunt and fuck you."
His words, so dirty and suggestive, were like stabs of extra sweetness in her cunt! No one had ever said such a thing to her! But ohhh, how exciting! When he said them they weren't awful, they were just wonderful! They filled a vacuum in her senses. She was having real wild clenches of utter joy!
"Ohhhhhh, honey!" she gasped, falling back limply on the sofa, her thighs still shaking with the twinges of her delicious aftermath. "Ohhhh, you devil, you!"
He laughed softly, intimately. "Do I get invited into your bedroom?"
"Yes!" she gasped, staring down at the lump in his pants. It looked huge. "We better hurry so the neighbors won't talk too much."
He grinned and squeezed her cunt. "Damn, that feels hot and good."
"I-I never did it-like this before, honey!" she giggled. "Not even in a back seat in the old days. Is that awful?"
"Very flattering, Nona," he chuckled. She was so glad he wasn't real hard and serious about this. He was fun. He laughed easily. She loved to be teased with words and to have some humor. John was such a drag.
She moved to her feet, catching Steve's hand, and led him into the bedroom! Playing around on the sofa was really not so sinful, but taking him on the marriage bed was still wrong, very wrong. She was too starved for prick to resist him now! The first barrier was crossed, from now on they could fuck and fuck and fuck!
Steve smiled, watching Nona Billings draw the frock over her dark, wavy hair. He could almost believe that she was not used to being kissed and tickled to a climax, at least by a man. A woman as sensitive as she was had her sex often, even though she obviously was not getting enough sliding prick. She doubtless used her hands to draw her goodies, as thousands of frustrated wives did.
He was down to his shorts before she got the dress off. She reached for her pink, bulging bra. Her matching panties were sopping wet over her cunt, where a patch of black hair showed. Really fine legs, narrow waist, rounded ass. He was one lucky sonofabitch. Her mouth was like a suction-cup, she gobbled his tongue as if she'd never been thoroughly kissed. All those curves and sexy hollows had been going to waste-but not any more. Not if Steve had his way.
As the bra came free, Steve's eyes bugged.
Nona needed no support, her tits had the firmness of a young girl's. Wide brown aureola and dark, long nipples. He could really feast on those for hours. Too bad this would be a halfway quickie piece, Steve thought. He wanted to spend a whole afternoon with her. But that would be arranged later . . .
Nona saw that big long stiffness inside Steve's briefs and a wild shudder ran through her whole body. She had heard about real virile men having large pricks, but she had seen and touched only one in her whole life. John had what was probably below average, about five inches! Steve's looked eight inches big, at least!
Not until she had dared to send away for a dildo and try it a few months earlier, had she known what deep penetration of her vagina could do for her. It made things twice as good! John never had gotten in where the real fun was!
Steve's briefs came down and Nona shivered wildly and snatched her panties from her hips, wishing she had taken more than one drink of wine. She had never disrobed in front of a man like this! No matter what she did when she was alone, her background of small-town shyness and reserve came back to haunt her. She ran to the bed and crawled under the covers!
"Hey, don't conceal all those curves," Steve said, walking to the bed. But he didn't draw the sheet back. He slid smoothly in beside her and when his big, hot prick touched her right thigh she moaned fiercely.
"Ohhhhh, Steve! I'm awful-but I need you!"
Suddenly his hands were on her, he was taking her mouth again, his tongue gliding into her lips and throat again as if it belonged there. A wave of rich, spicy man-aroma knifed her senses. His fingers were stroking her legs, opening them wide, his broad chest was pressing into her swollen breasts!
He was above her and between her thighs so deftly she could hardly believe it! But he wasn't piling on, the way John did. His movement drew the covers back, he was sitting on his knees, staring down at her crotch and breasts and face, admiring her! His hands were caressing the inner zones of her legs, drawing thrill after thrill from her cunt and tits.
"Beautiful!" he murmured, finally touching her vagina. That huge pillar of his sex, standing up so high, his taut foreskin framing the big wet glans, was so luscious and appealing she moaned again. She did not consider herself beautiful, but if he thought so, that made him even more special.
His fingers spread her labia gently, he teased his middle one up and down her crevice and located her tender, stiff clitoris. Her hips lifted and she was hunching up the way she had on the sofa! It was all so new and wonderful she was in a daze of longing. The ache for prick was a sweet flame. She had never craved cock so much in her whole life!
"Ohhhhhh, honey!" she breathed, shuddering. "Do it!"
Sometimes, in the early days, John had fumbled around with her pussy before he wanted the whole thing, but he had never played with her like this! She had been forced to do that for herself, imagining some skillful man was stroking her and appreciating her body. Now it was live, it was real, in full vivid feeling color!
He ran his finger along the covered ridge of her clitoris and out to the swollen exposed tip, and his eyes flared. Her thighs quivered, she was lifting her crotch at him again! She had always wanted to be more active during a screw, but John had always pinned her down with his weight, wanting to do the stroking, the fucking, himself.
"Great, great!" Steve muttered, seeming very excited about her cunt. She had no idea just why, except that his exploring finger seemed to be measuring the size of her opening! When his play finger oozed slickly inside, his shiver of interest actually tensed his big, hard cock! Her inner flesh was fluttering and responding the way it always did when she was excited, but somehow it was giving Steve very big thrills.
"Ohhhh, I love what you're doing!" she gasped.
"Terrific," he muttered thickly, starting to crawl forward! He slid his finger in and out, in and out, and then just as she was about to hunch up again, the digit retreated from her pussy and she knew she was finally going to have the very best sensation of all! Big, hard, long cock!
Her legs drew back, the way she did it for John, and suddenly he was pushing her thighs farther toward her shoulders! She started to close them, but he nuzzled them open with his chin and stared at her big, jutting breasts. Slowly, he brought his cockhead to her cunt, and gently he began to slip it between her quivery, stinging labia!
As her pulsating cuntflesh opened and spread for his huge, sexy knob, as her cunt was carefully and slickly filled with maleness, in a way that it had never been filled before, she started her climax! With her legs back so far, he was going as deep as she could with her dildo! Her whole cuntal length began to shiver and clasp his prick, the first stinging waves of her flooding delight literally tore her loins! Her clitoris was being mashed by cockmeat, a deep tender spot far in her cunt was puffing against his knob, his moan of pleasure made her vaginal membranes tighten and throb around his cock!
She screamed! All of her years of hoping for a real man, all those crazy erotic fantasies about someday being really possessed, were happening and coming true. She was climaxing in a way she never had before! She was going out of her mind, her whole pelvis was churning and spasming! The sweet hard pounds of her joy shook her thighs, her tits and arms-she was going offffff and offffffff-all over!
Using all of his superb control, Steve kept his prick soaked deep in Nona's sensational cunt and let her kick and squirm and uphunch like a sensual wildcat. Sonofabitch! He had been in a lot of cunts, young and old, and only a dusky colored woman had ever given him such a cunt-mauling. He had not liked her otherwise, though. This prick-famished wife was flipping her lid, she loved cock! His cock.
And the best part of it was, she was so naive, so easily pleased. One big lunge in her cunt and she was breaking a hot one! The inner action of her fine, tight cunt made him realize why her husband had worn out so soon in life! Only a man with real control could take much of this. Of course, if the poor bastard had used his head and his hands and mouth, the way a real stud operated, he would be on the high pillow. Stupid bastard!
Not one man in a hundred understood the real secret of enjoying a woman-and it was so simple. Make her climax as many times as possible, give and give, and the rewards would be the satisfaction of achievement, knowing a job was well done! Any man past twenty that thought he could come off every time a girl did was dead in the water. Nature had played a cruel joke on the male species. He matured sexually at about sixteen and started downhill after that. And nearly all dames did not turn into a good fuck until they were past twenty-five.
Shit. Masters and Johnson had proved that a turned on girl could come off and off for hours. If a man couldn't learn control he was no man at all. And, of course, a male lost interest after an orgasm or two, leaving the woman unsatisfied. Steve had been the jackrabbit type until an older woman had shown him the ropes.
"Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh!" Nona panted, bringing Steve back to the sensual reality. Her fine snug cunt was still twitching and writhing around his cock. Beautiful! She went off like a cannon. A few hard humps and she would boom her fun again. He was in charge of her, the way a male should be. And when she had had a whole lot of pleasure, he would plant a big, hot load of ashes away up in her eager cunt.
"Ohhhh, you devil!" she panted, staring up at him with such adoration he felt an easy ten feet tall. "I just-went out of my mind!" Her eyes opened wide, she looked almost stud-stunned. "But you-didn't!"
He chuckled. "I want to please you, Nona. Understand?"
"My God!" she breathed, hugging him, her cunt clasping his meat tightly. "I-I can't believe it, honey! I never had it like this-never!"
"I know," he smiled, lowering his head to her big, swollen tits. "I've just started. Now I'm going to fuck you good."
"Ohhhh, Steve!" she gasped. "Stay here as long as you want to! I don't care what the neighbors say . . ."
Nona watched his lips open and take a tender, hard nipple, felt him suck it while his big hard, cock tensed in her cunt, and the wonder of it was almost too much!
When he says 'fuck' he really means it, she thought dizzily. I love that word! It isn't dirty when HE uses it this way! He really didn't have his orgasm. He wants ME to have all the fun I can! I've heard about men who could hold back and hold back, but I never really believed it until now. I think I can climax a dozen times if he keeps doing THIS! At forty I'm finally discovering what a FUCK is really all about!