Chapter 3
Frank Farrar called his wife from Chicago. He always called her about six every evening whenever he was away. Primarily, he used it as a ploy to check up on Barbara. Whenever he called, Frank would tell her how much he missed her. i
He was three years older than Barbara. For four years, Frank served in the Marine Corps. After his discharge, he ran his life as though he were still in the service.
His clothes were hung with meticulous order. He shined his own shoes, keeping them with a high sheen. Everything he did was with precision and orderliness.
Frank was 6'3" and weighed in at 195 lbs.
He kept his blond hair clipped in a crew cut. His square-shaped face housed clear gray eyes, a long thin nose and thin lips.
He was a stereotype of the typical mother, home, and apple pie character. During Barbara's courtship, Frank was very considerate. Their first year of marriage was as exciting as their courtship. Sex, at the beginning, was good. He was able to satisfy Barbara. Gradually, it started to go downhill.
Some of it was due to his mid-Victorian attitude; and the other reason for their growing incompatibility was his long stays away from home.
Frank was in business for himself. It was successful enough to give Barbara a comfortable stipend for her expenses. He also managed to maintain a small office with a combination bookkeeper-secretary. Frank considered himself very lucky.
During his scheduled phone call, Barbara made no mention of the sex forced upon her. There was nothing exceptional about their conversation. He commented on the business he had transacted, how much he missed her, and when he expected to return. She, in turn, spoke about the weather, how much she missed him, and her lack of something to do.
Finished with his obligation, he hurried down to the hotel's restaurant. One of his clients was taking him to a meeting with a call girl. It was to be a double date with Frank picking up the tab.
As he reached the lobby, he heard his name being paged. His client couldn't make the meeting but left the address of his date for him. Frank was just as happy. Basically, he didn't like to have anyone looking over his shoulder while he screwed some cunt. It inhibited his style.
He thanked his client for the information. Outside of the hotel, he hailed a cab. The cab weaved in and out of the heavy downtown traffic and headed out towards Oak Park. As they drove into the fashionable section, Frank wondered how much it was going to really cost him. At least a hundred! He couldn't see paying that much for ass.
The cab pulled up to the front of a three-storied flat. He got out and paid the fare. "Enjoy yourself," the cabbie said with a sly wink.
Frank grinned back. "Don't worry, I intend to!" He couldn't figure out how the cabbie suspected his intentions. Frank shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the thought.
Walking into the house, he punched a bell. "Yes?" a melodious voice challenged him from a squawk box on the wall.
"It's party time!" he countered. In one respect, he considered this password crap a lot of nonsense. But he remembered his days in the service. He appreciated the caution of challenges and countersigns.
A buzzer sounded and he pushed open the door. Inside, on the ground floor, a door opened. A young girl with red hair studied him with cautious appraisal. She was dressed in a sheer negligee. The upper half was partially open exposing part of her well-shaped tits.
"Where did you come from?" she asked still observing security.
"The Brentwood!" he answered.
She nodded approvingly and smiled. "Welcome to the party," she replied. He hurried into the apartment and she closed the door. Frank was puzzled by her undressed state.
"I thought we were going out to supper!" he remarked. "You're not even dressed!"
"Any objections to eating in?" she asked with a friendly smile. "It's cozier here. Besides, there's less chance of you bumping into anyone you might not want to meet.
"And!" she emphasized, "it's part of the service. Would you rather throw away twenty-five bucks in some restaurant or would you prefer to help a poor working girl out?" She pouted in mock petulance.
Frank laughed. "You're very enterprising. I would prefer eating here. By the way, my name is Frank. What's yours?"
"Nice to meet you, Frank. The name's Cindy." She took off the negligee. "How about a little appetizer before the main meal?"
He stared back at the slight form in front of him. She was about five feet five inches. Dripping wet, she might tip the scales at 105 lbs. However, she was put together well. From the well-formed conical-shaped tits down to her well-proportioned legs. His gaze took in the reddish tufts of hair that covered her pubes.
Cindy moved towards him with a sinuous grace. She opened her arms invitingly. Frank accepted her offer. She stood on her toes while he leaned over to kiss her as they embraced.
Her mouth opened as their lips met. Frank's tongue collided with Cindy's tantalizing oral emissary. She murmured a soft hum of approval. "Mmmmmm!"
He grasped one of her delectable cone-shaped boobs in his hot palm. It wasn't as large and round as Barbara's. His fingers grasped one of the cherry-like nipples and fondled it. He rolled the eraser-like tip between his thumb and forefinger, savoring the velvety erotic sensation.
Cindy was just as busy exploring his sexual attributes. She zipped open the fly in his pants. Her warm hand snaked past the fly in his shorts and released Frank's prick from the confining space. She palmed the underside of his rigid shaft near the balls. Her hand gently caressed his virile dong.
Frank let his hand drift along Cindy's slim waist, over her soft rounded hips, and down into the carrot-colored mass of hair between her thighs. His tactile exploration fondled the moist clitoris and slipped into her snatch. He played his fingers around her cunt. It was still dry. The digital massage brought on the pre-coital moisture.
She pulled her lips away. "Hey! If we're going to have a party, let's get comfy," she suggested.
"Sure!" he agreed. Frank stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly on a chair. Even with the prospect of exciting sex play, he managed to take time to be orderly.
She brought him into her bedroom. The lights were dim. She switched on a record player. The music was low. Combined with the fragrance of tantalizing perfume, Frank found the mood very stimulating to his senses.
They stretched out on the bed. Cindy adjusted her position so that her head was on a level with his. Her hands cupped his balls and caressed his rampant prick. Frank's mouth found hers as they resumed their deep kissing. Cindy's dainty tongue bumped against his in an erotic game of lingual tag.
His hand squeezed her tit, testing its libidinous resiliency. The other hand was imprisoned between her closed thighs as he frigged her damp cunt. They dallied for several minutes, letting the oral and manual stimulation incite them further.
The dim lights, perfume and music acted as a further catalyst. Cindy gently moved her lips away. "Let's fuck!" she whispered softly into Frank's ear. The warm breath against his ear sent an erotic shiver through him.
In answer to her whispered urging, he parted her thighs. Frank pushed his eager prick into the damp lips of her ready twat. It slipped past the vestibule of her cunt into the vagina. Their pubic hairs mingled into one mass as their loins pressed together.
Cindy hooked one leg over his hip to draw his cock deeper inside her snatch. Frank managed to locate a stray tit. His mouth captured the roseate tip and gently clamped down on it. He made little sucking sounds as he softly chewed on the succulent nipple.
Cindy squirmed in a sensuous wiggle. Frank acknowledged her silent signal. He withdrew his imbedded cock partially from its hidden recess. With the same measured stroke, he returned it to its fleshy sheath. He used an unhurried tempo as he shifted his hips back and forth.
He maintained the rhythm, gradually increasing the cadence. Soon, his prick was a piston pumping in and out of the housing box in rapid strokes. As he rocked his trunk in a forward motion, he slid his body upward to bring pressure against her clitoris.
Her body shifted in tandem with his. As his dick drove into the recess of her cunny, Cindy moved her pelvis upward. He felt his cock pounding the throat of her sweating snatch.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured appreciatively. "That's real good, Frankie boy! Throw it to me! Let's feel some real fucking!"
In answer to her urging, Frank picked up the beat. His hips bucked in increased tempo. Cindy's heel tapped against his back as she answered his penile thrusts with her own movements. The pace increased from a leisurely cadence to a frantic series of violent heaves.
"Uhhhrrr, uhhhrrr!" she grunted from the exerted effort of their frenzied movements. "That's . . . better . . . tiger," she grunted in between gasps. "You . . . really . . . know . . . how to . . . fuck! Shove it in! Harder, harder!"
Frank continued to pump his prick in rapid hard thrusts. Deep in the bowels of his balls, he felt the turbulent tingle of an orgasm beginning. The erotic tickle traveled up the tube in his prick. He made one final in and out thrust and then plunged his spewing prick as far as he could into her cunt.
Frank closed his eyes in voluptuous bliss. He quivered in sensual gratification as the throbbing contractions took hold of his cock. A series of thick strong emissions flowed into Cindy's box. Gradually, the flow diminished. He clutched her body to his, straining to push his dick as deep as it would go into her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" he sighed in erotic contentment.
Their bodies remained fused for some time. When they separated, Cindy said, "That was all right, Frank! How about a smoke and a ten-minute break?"
She reached for a pack of cigarettes on her end table. He took the lit cigarette she proffered him. Taking a drag, he blew out a cloud of smoke with an exhalation of satisfaction.
"Yeah! That was good! You're a damn good piece of ass!" he complimented her. "I hope you can suck as good!"
"Do you dig blow-jobs better than fucking?" she asked.
He looked at her speculatively. He grinned. "Honey, I dig everything that goes with sex. I even like doing it the Greek way! If it makes me feel good, I do it!"
She gave him a sly look. "How about eating pussy? Can you dig that scene?"
"Is that an invitation?" he answered.
"Whenever you're ready!" she replied.
He rolled over and grounded the cigarette out. "Let's go!" Stretching out on the bed, he invited Cindy to get on top of him. She inverted her body over his.
His arms cradled her legs, his hands caught the cheeks of her ass. The hairy lips of her cunt caressed his mouth. A mingled aroma of a perfume and the musky scent of her aroused cunt filled his nostrils.
Frank's tongue made an exploratory sweep along the crack of her cunt. It passed over the velvety wetness of the folds of the dark pink cuntal flesh. He continued to make teasing licks over the same area. His thick oral probe moved around in her moist canal.
He shifted his attention to her clitoris. His mouth pressed hard against the venereal papule. Clamping his lips against the base of her erogenous turgid button, he gently pulled it taut. With her clitoris in this imprisoned state, Frank began to flick his tongue rapidly over it. Just like a boxer moving his hands in tempo against a punching ball.
Cindy's mouth was equally busy. Frank felt his prick being slowly suctioned into her oral cunt. First, the head of his cock disappeared into the void. The strong lingual pull continued to draw the rest of his turgid flesh into her warm moist mouth.
Her practiced tongue lathered his cock with saliva. A lingual tentacle that twisted about his hard-on in a very talented way. Her pursed compressed lips rolled up and down his shaft in an erotic caress. Frank's prick was treated to a dual stimulation as tongue and lips worked in tandem to increase the lust that was churning inside of him.
Cindy lay on his body, one hand gently squeezed the egg-shaped rocks that hung suspended from his cock. Her other hand passed along the perineum along his ass crack. She stuck a finger insidiously into the puckered hole.
Frank's hips bucked in reflex at the unfamiliar insinuation. With the initial shock over, he adjusted to the digital massage as Cindy frigged his hole.
Inside his rectum, Frank felt her gentle finger exploring the confined labyrinth. Her mouth continued to weave its oral magic on his captured prick.
Cindy's mouth somehow managed to sheath his six and a half inches of hard flesh. Her tongue flicked rapidly at the frenum in a teasing manner. Then, like an elusive sprite, it danced and rolled around the rim of the corona. The captive cock was released and he felt the coolness of air on it.
His cock was treated to a series of soft nibbles. The tip of his prick felt her teeth gently biting into it. Starting downward, every inch of Frank's prong was subjected to her tantalizing exciting bites. Finished with this teasing, Cindy absorbed his prick back into her mouth.
The tantalizing teasing began in earnest. Frank felt her tongue hungrily urging his dick to release its liquid tribute. Her finger started to frig his ass hole in frenzied earnest. She was pushing with her finger and pulling with her mouth. Deep within his balls, he felt the stirrings of a violent storm brewing.
Frank began to fuck her mouth. His pelvis made short frenzied thrusts. He rocked his hips in a series of quick moves. A short pause. Then an erratic wriggle of his ass followed the series of quick jerks. A crazy exhilaration enwrapped him as he repeated the movements.
In response to Cindy's capable ministrations, Frank reached for her puckered hole. He inserted his finger into her hole and started to frig her hole in reciprocation. His mouth and tongue continued to lasciviously labor her clitoris.
Her body began to jerk and quiver. Both of them breathed heavily in erotic labor, their mouths committed to sensual exhortations.
Cindy and Frank continued to ravish each other with ardent oral and digital caresses.
With his body movements, Frank urged Cindy to increase her teasing.
Suddenly, the cream-like aliment spurted out of his cock in strong thick bursts. Heavy globs of cum shot out in the first four spasms. As the orgasmic contractions subsided, each burst lessened the outpourings.
His dick was buried in her mouth up to his pubic hairs. Her lips pressed tightly over his fleshy spigot, draining out the final dregs of his cum. "Mmmmmmmm!" she murmured in approval.
Cindy's expert ministrations had slaked his sexual thirst. His own lust sated, Frank was ready to call a halt to the act. However, Cindy exhorted him to continue.
"Just little bit . . . more!" she gasped out. "Suck me harder, faster!" she urged. "Now, now! Ooooo! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Frank's mouth and tongue worked strenuously to effect the results Cindy demanded. Her cunt was lathered heavily with his saliva. As she bucked her hips in response to her orgasm, he could taste the flavor of her venereal emissions mingling with it. She bounced her pelvis against his face. With a final heave, she collapsed her hips on his face.
After they recovered from the lascivious exercise, they lit up again. Frank exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"You know, I've known a lot of hookers but none of them were ever turned on like you," he observed.
"How many of them did you eat out like me?" she asked.
He pondered reflectively. "I never did it the way we did tonight."
"That's what made the difference!" she said. "There's a small bar in the other room. Mix us a couple of drinks while I get supper ready."
They padded out of the room, both bare-assed. Cindy served a salad, roast beef and roast potatoes, coffee and peach melba for dessert. It was a modest delicious meal eaten leisurely. They made small conversation, keeping it on a light and impersonal plane.
After the meal, Cindy served brandy and Benedictine. They sipped their drinks. "Are you up to some more action?" she asked. "Or has my fantastic meal finished you for the night?"
"That was a good meal!" he replied. "No! I think I have a second wind. Do you think you can handle me?"
"Take your best shot! What's your pleasure?" she said.
"You've got a lovely ass. I'd like to fuck it!" he answered without embarrassment.
"You're paying for the action!" she replied. "Let's go back to the exercise room."
Back in her room, Cindy turned to Frank. "Is there any special way you want to do it?"
"Just bend over the edge of the bed," he told her.
"Here!" she handed him a tube of a lubricant. "This'll help to make things a little easier."
Frank took the jelly and applied it to her ass hole. He massaged it into the hole and rubbed the excess on his cock. The preparations over, he reached down and parted her buttocks. Guiding his cockhead towards the sphincter, Frank shoved his fleshy torpedo into her anal tube.
His prick slid in effortlessly. Frank's piece of meat was imbedded in a tight, warm, moist sheath. It wasn't like the heavy loose dampness of a broad's twat. He hadn't fucked too many asses. He enjoyed the tight feeling and sensation.
Cindy wriggled her ass as his prong probed inside her hole. Frank grabbed her hips and pulled her deeper on his spike. The heat emanating from her bung was like a small blast furnace. His cock became permeated with the heat. It spread down to the bowels of his nuts where the coals of passion were smoldering embers.
He relished this voluptuous connection. Cindy continued to wriggle her ass. Frank responded by slowly stroking his cock in and out. He rotated his hips, grinding his prick into her tight hole. The tight constriction of her sphincter on his shaft increased the erotic friction.
The heat that boiled in Frank's loins spread throughout his body. A fevered flush filled his face from the exhilarating contact. His eager cock pumped wildly back and forth into her anal abyss with a frenzy.
His prick shook in a paroxysm of contractions. The deep pulsations ejaculated a copious flow of jism. This was the third time that evening his dick responded adequately to the venereal summons it had received.
Frank buried his cock up to the hilt inside Cindy's ass. He rested his face against her cool back as the last traces of his orgasm spent itself.
He drew his soft cock from its resting place. It came out of her ass with a soft popping sound.
"You really enjoy your sex!" Cindy declared. "What's the matter? Don't get enough at home?"
Frank's face clouded up. "You leave my home life out of this discussion!" he snapped.
"Hey, whoa! Back up!" Cindy replied in a placating tone. "I'm not interested in your home life. I didn't figure you for the oversexed type. All I did was make an observation! What you do at home is your own business!"
The tone of her voice had a hint of anger in it. She saw the look on his face. She didn't want to antagonize him any further. Her face softened into a smile.
"Hey let's not louse up a perfect evening," she suggested. "Are you planning on staying for the night?"
He was still annoyed by her remarks. His desire for further play disappeared. Frank was no longer in the mood to continue their alliance.
"What do I owe you?" he asked.
"Well, I usually get a C note for the night. I had you booked that way," she answered.
Frank dressed and took his wallet out of his jacket. He pulled out two fifty-dollar bills. "Sorry I screwed up your evening," he said, handing her the money. "Maybe you can still make another appointment!"
"That's okay!" she answered, taking the money. "Any time you're in Chi, look me up. Here I'll give you my number."
"Can you call a cab for me? I'm going back to the hotel."
"Sure!" she answered.
When the cab arrived, Frank left. Outside on the street, he crumpled the paper with her phone number and threw it away.