Chapter 2
The itch in Mabel's crotch was driving her almost out of her mind. She sat down again, and her hand dropped to her cunt, pressing through the fabric of the skirt and against the pouting lips, trying to find the end of the itch that ran all the way back into her womb.
Christ, I'm hot-hot and horny. Jerking off is no good-I've got to have a cock in me. What was it Ellen Sue told me she uses when Harry is off on one of his trips?-a candle! Shit, there aren't any here!
She squirmed her ass around in the chair, rising up first one buttock and then the other, her finger sliding under her skirt now, trailing through the dampness in her pubic patch. She smelled her own strong smell, and her eyes closed and her teeth bit at her upper lip as a low growl of desire escaped from her throat.
"Aaaaagghhhh!"
Shit! I can't stand it any longer!
The need for relief drove all thoughts of her surroundings from her mind as her fingers worked to the lips of her cunt, found the opening to her body and slipped eagerly within. The touch of her finger tormented the itching flesh and sent a fire raging through her veins and past her heart to explode throughout her body with the newly energized blood in her arteries.
Then the tip of her finger brushed against the magic button of her clit and the electric jolt that followed made her arch, her ass rising completely off the chair. Her fingers flinched involuntarily, driving the nails into the soft walls of her cunt as she tried to grab onto the feeling of pure pleasure, and the sudden pain made her gasp.
Oh Jesus Christ almighty! I can't take any more of this! I can't take any more horseshit! I have got to have a man-I have got to have a cock, even if I have to give my ass away to the first male on the street! It isn't fair to leave me feeling like this! I have got to have someone inside of me-I want to be fucked!
Suddenly the loud clatter of footsteps sounded on the outside stairs to the second floor office, and then the door was being jerked open before Mabel could pull her hand away from her cunt. The shrieking of the unoiled hinges stopped suddenly, and she swung the chair around to see Jack Hargren's angry face in the bar mirror. More important, Jack could see exactly what she had been doing, and his eyes were staring straight at her crotch.
"Excuse me," he said, a silly grin coming across his face. He did not look at her eyes. "Maybe I should go back downstairs and come up again-this time I'll whistle or something."
Mabel's fingers were slick with her own dampness as she looked at Jack's football hero body, the chestnut hair falling boyishly over the attractive face, the silly smile revealing the even and shining teeth. At first she was repulsed, ready to spew angry curses at him, then she had another idea.
What the fuck, Mabel-you wanted a cock, didn't you? Jack must have something on that order between his legs, considering the way the young cunt follows him around. Go get it girl! Shit, he even has a hard on-you'll never have a better opportunity to take his cherry.
At the same moment Jack could not draw his eyes from her crotch, even though he knew his own cock was standing embarrassingly hard in his pants and making him feel like a kid caught in a crowded school hallway. He knew that she was watching him in just the same way.
Shit, man-this is the opportunity you've been waiting for! She's been waving those big tits in your face for three years now, that twat sucking in hungry air every time she smells your man-smell. The bitch wants it so bad her tongue is hanging out.
He was right-Mabel's tongue could not stay inside her lips, but instead was darting out with quick movements to wet her dry lips.
"You don't have to leave, Jack," she said, smiling and trying to look as though she were embarrassed to be caught with her finger up her cunt.
Don't leave, you bastard-fuck me! I'm so cock-hungry I could rape a boy scout. Or a girl scout, if she's any good at sucking pussy. A month ago I would really have been embarrassed-but a month ago I had Wilbur's cock to satisfy me. Now? Fuck it! I don't want to play with myself, Jack-goddammit, fuck me!
Her cunt was still itching, worse now than before. Her need for a cock was so strong that every civilized thought was pushed from her mind.
Fuck me, Jack-now!
She stood then, and walked over to the table against the front window, pretending to be interested in one of the stacks of paper there. Her tits were standing out strong within the demure white blouse that she was wearing just for this trip downtown-Mabel knew that her tits were one of the best points to her body. Most women started to sag long before they reached thirty, but her two love fountains were as firm and tantalizing now as they had been when she was fifteen and wearing her first D-cup.
And now her nipples were erect, begging for attention, eager to be touched by the firm hands of a lover, to be sucked into maddening ecstasy. The jacket of the suit would hide her full glory when she went downtown, but now her tits were jutting straight out-straight at Jack, as she turned to face him squarely. She sucked in her belly, making the tits jump up.
"What . . . " Christ, I can't keep this up! She licked her lips again. "What can I do for you, Jack?"
He grinned again. "I just wanted to tell you that those last two boys would be over this afternoon for their physicals."
"Oh, yes. I've already called Doc Adams. He'll be here at four."
"Well, okay, then." His hands were clenching and unclenching, and he shifted from one foot to the other. "I guess I'd better be getting back to the school."
Shit! He's as nervous as a high school freshman smelling his first pussy!
Christ, I want into her!
Mabel smiled. How old was Jack-twenty-five? Not much more than that. He had been working for Wilbur the last three summers, being given more authority each season. It was his idea last year to form Love Park's own jazz group of six boys from his own music class at the local school. The boys worked for a dollar an hour plus pooled tips, but last year the pie was sweet enough that they took home more than a thousand dollars apiece when the pool was distributed after Labor Day. Jack kept an eye on them, made sure that they practiced, while doing his lieutenant's duties for Wilbur. And the band was popular enough that Wilbur was more than happy to have the boys back again this year.
But Wilbur was gone-Wilbur and his educated cock.
Shit! Jack, have I got to rape you to get my cunt around your cock?
Her eyes kept dropping to his crotch, making no effort to pretend that she was doing other than measure his potential. And now he took a hesitant step toward her.
"You don't have to be in such a hurry, Jack -stay and have lunch with me." Fuck the license! I can get that tomorrow-today I need cock more than I need a license. Unless somebody wants to give me a license to have cock!
But Jack was shaking his head. "I really do have to get back to school." Play it cool, Jack baby-don't be so anxious! She wants it as bad as you-let her make the first move. Then she'll owe you for the favor.
Mabel was almost ready to reach out and grab him by the crotch. You dumb sonofabitch -is that why you hurried over here, to tell me something that you could have said on the phone? Let's stop kidding each other, Jack. You want me just as bad as I want you. Even while Wilbur was alive you had the smell of pussy-hunger strong enough to choke a skunk. Maybe you're still too much of a kid to have the balls to go after what your balls want-but I want you! I want your cock! And I'm going to get it right now!
"Jack, I want you to know how much I appreciate . . . everything you've done since Wilbur died." Everything, baby-including what you're going to do right now. I'm still a good looking broad-twelve years of marriage to Wilbur didn't change that, even if he was thirty years older than me. I've got a goddamn good body-I know it. I'm proud of it.
"I didn't do anything that anybody else wouldn't have done in the same situation, Mabel."
"But the point is that you did help me-and now I want to thank you . . . in my own special way."
She straightened, and crossed the three paces between them, seeing the blush spreading over his neck as she reached up to cup his head in her hands, pulled his lips down to meet her own. The first touch of his flesh against her own was enough to rekindle the flame in her flesh and blood, send an electric tingle through every nerve. Her eyes closed as she pressed her lips to his, trying to bring his body into her own, to make the two of them a single sexual being.
Christ, yes! I feel your cock-now make me feel it!
Whore! Bitch! You're asking for it!
His arms went around her, holding her tight as his chest crushed her breasts, his hand slipping beneath her skirt and around her ass to cup first one cheek, then the other. He squeezed the bountiful flesh of her ass between his fingers, pinching it until she gasped at the sudden shock of pain, and at the same moment Mabel felt his cock straining against his pants, trying to tear its way out to meet her, held down only by the superior strength of the fabric. Their lips separated then as he pulled up on her ass, almost lifting her off her feet, and she shivered with excitement.
Wilbur, forgive me! I still love you-but you taught me to appreciate cock, to need cock. I'm only doing what I must do!
Jack's fingers were fumbling with the buttons on the back of her blouse now as she ran her hands up under his pullover shirt, feeling the washboard of his ribs and then the strong swell of his pectoral muscles. Her thumbs found his nipples, much smaller than her own -and found that they were as eagerly erect as her own.
Bitch! You think you can tease a man into madness, then when you have an itch in your pussy spread your legs to be satisfied with a quick cock rubbing! Well, whore, you are going to get the surprise of your well-fucked life! You may think you know about fucking, but now I am going to teach you the real thing!
"Fuck me, Jack!" she whispered. "Fuck me!"
"Sure, baby. Anything you want. Just say the word."
"Hurry!"
Mabel didn't even know that she was speaking aloud as he now began to remove her blouse, pulling it slowly down over her arms, pausing to run his fingers up the gaping opening of her back. It was obvious that she wore no bra, but he was pleased to have confirmation of that fact through feeling her for himself.
Then her breasts were coming into view, proud and upright yet swelling down because of their great weight, perfect fruits of sensuality, the aureoles a darker brown and the size of a silver dollar, the nipples the same color but protruding in their now state of erection almost three-eighths of an inch, miniature cockheads in their own right.
Christ-she could fuck me in the mouth with those things!
He gathered her into his arms again, hugging her tight, then kissing her long and deep, his tongue probing the back of her throat, counting each of her perfect teeth. Then he was letting his tongue dive into the valley between the globes of her breasts, pushing down with it until the blouse slipped over her nipples. Then he was kissing each of them in turn, sucking them deep, letting his teeth nibble at their hard sponginess as his hands felt her shivering.
Oh Christ! I can't take any more-I'm going to cum! I'm cummmminnnggg!
She felt the juices flooding out of her vagina, flooding the legs of his trousers, but he was so intent on her upper charms that he didn't even know. He was removing the blouse from her now, leaving her completely naked above the waist, and gathering her into his arms again. Mabel worked at his shirt again, pushing up on it, and at last he got the idea and raised his arms so that she could pull the shirt over his head. Then they were together, chest to chest, his hard body scarcely hairier than her own except for the ring of brown around his nipples and the tongue of darker, coarser color that peeked over the top of his pants, arrowing at his belly button.
Oh, shit! It's beautiful! It's good! It's heaven! Fuck me, baby-fuck meeee!
"Please!" she said aloud. "Hurry, Jack!"
"Keep your ass together, baby. I'm getting there."
Fucking bitch! I wonder how many times you cheated on your old man-how many times I could have been in you, if I had opened my eyes?
Bastard! I should cut your balls off for this! I ought to make you suffer the way you're making me suffer! Cocksucker-yessss!
"Yessss!" she screamed aloud, as he unbuttoned the side of her skirt and moved his hand down inside, then around to probe at her cunt. He felt the hard elastic of her garter belt, but was happy to know that otherwise she was naked-bare-ass naked, beneath her imagine clothes, as though she was going to flaunt her cunt and her ass at every man she saw on the street.
Whore! Fucking whore-bitch!
He was humping against her now even as his hands were caressing her back, rubbing against her sides, lifting her tits. The skirt was held up only by the pressure of his body against her groin, his cock pushing through the two layers of fabric as it tried to get between her legs.
He moved back, letting the skirt fall of its own weight to the floor. Now he could see the garter belt, a frilly black thing embroidered all the way around with intertwined hearts. He almost laughed as he saw them, for despite the color there was something almost school-girlish about the design.
Then he dropped to his knees, ready to bury his face between her legs-and saw the belt up close. Tiny letters were stitched into each pair of hearts, the left reading Fuck, the right, Me. He ran his hands over the backs of her legs now, marveling at the feel of the sheer black stockings, at the touch of her black high heeled shoes even through the fabric of his trousers. There was something overpowering about the sensation of being on his knees before her, and he pressed his lips now to her vulva, kissing the outer lips, smelling the raunchy odor of twice-cumming, touching his tongue to the spilled juice on her legs.
"Oh, yesss! Fuck, yesss! Do it, Jack-do it! Suck me-eat me!"
Whore-cunt! Stink-bitch! Piss! Shit! Fuck!
Mabel arched her back, thrusting her crotch at Jack as though trying to swallow his head into her pussy.
"Please!" she cried. "Fuck me, Jack! I can't stand it any longer-fuck me!"
"Oh, shit, yes, baby!" he breathed, standing again, feeling the weight of her tits pushing down on his face as he got to his feet. They separated, seeming to smother him for an instant, and then he was up and kissing her again, tasting her mouth with the same lips that had just tasted her cunt.
He let his eyes search out every crevice and corner of her body-naked, he thought she was beautiful. Christ, why have you been hiding all that from me? But dressed as she was now in only shoes, stockings and garter belt she was more than beautiful-she was incarnate. His cock was aching now more than he could ever remember it aching-he could wait no longer. He kicked off his shoes and opened his belt to let his pants fall to the floor. He was wearing jockey shorts, but his cock had slipped through the gaping fly, standing straight up against his body. He moved toward her, taking her in his arms again, holding her tightly as he let his lips trail from her mouth down to her breasts, his fingers reaching down to probe between her buttocks to the tight brown ring.
Mabel could think of nothing but the way that his hot flesh burned against her own, the way his cock pressed down on her groin, trying to slip between her legs. She was lost to any other sensation, could not have been aware if the door had burst open to admit a marching band. Her thoughts were only on the fire between her legs and on her need to know that cock fully, to feel it fully within her twat.
Oh shit! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck-fucckkkk!
"Aggghhhh! I can't take any more, Jack! I have to have it now!"
"You're gonna get it, baby-now! Right now!"
He was looking around, looking for a place to take her, to enter her body. But the office was too tiny. Then he saw the door to the apartment, open although Mabel and Wilbur had not lived there since the first six months of their marriage-keeping it only as an emergency place to sleep when the job kept them too close to go home for the night. Now there were boxes and cartons of Wilbur's life piled everyplace, filling the chairs and the couch where Mabel had first known true fucking but the bedroom door was also open. He propelled her in that direction, moving her ahead of him, her magnificent tits going before them as sentinels seeking out the proper place for love.
Jack swept a pile of Wilbur's clothing off the bed, but did not bother to pull down the spread. They sank down onto the sagging mattress, holding to each other as though afraid contact would be lost.
"Aggghhhh, please!" She let her head droop back, her hair trailing down her back, as he nestled his face between her breasts again, licking eagerly at each nipple in turn. Then he was sucking down onto her, his weight forcing her down onto her back, rising up over her so as not to lose those precious pushbuttons to her desire.
Oh Christ baby I love it you love it damn fuck! Fuck, fuck, fucckkkk!
Fuck me, bastard! Now, you prick you cock-sucker you dirty whore sonofabitch! Fuck meeee!
"I'm taking you, baby!"
"Yes, please do it now . . . now . . . nowww! Fuck me!"
His cock was riding across her thigh, the hole in the head welling a pale gold droplet of pre-seminal fluid. Although he was not circumcised, the foreskin was worked back by the excitement of the approaching act; and now the head of his cock was wetting with her juices as he rose up over her, slipped cock between her thighs, found the opening to her inner body. The underside of his shaft was heavily knotted with rough veins, engorged now with his burning blood, his balls a tight knot just outside of his fly. His shorts were staining with the juices on Mabel's legs as he rode into her, penetrated her outer lips, found the entrance to her vagina and slipped in with a sudden smooth motion that carried him all the way down to bottom.
"Oh shit!" she screamed, heaving against him, her nails raking down his back to leave angry red streaks all the way across his ass.
"Fuck mother!" he cried as she flexed her cunt muscles about his cock, trying to draw him in that fraction of an inch farther, as though nothing would satisfy her but to be filled to bursting from head to toe with cock -his cock, Wilbur's cock, any cock at all. Cock was all that existed in the universe that had shrunk to the dimensions of her pulsing cunt.
"Take me baby!"
"I'm doing it baby!"
"Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
"Fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Shit! Fuck shit! Christ fuck! Damn fuck!"
"I'm in you baby! All the way in you!"
He fought against her sucking cunt with all the power in his cock muscle, but she dragged him in deeper and deeper, controlling the plunging even though she was on the bottom, forcing him to ride her to her pace, carrying him along on a maddened thundering thrusting working heaving ride that was nothing of love but everything that was sex that was man/woman/fucking passionately being one together. He let her take control then, holding on to her heaving body with sweat-slick hands, feeling her breasts bouncing beneath him, hearing the sucking sound as the flesh of their bellies parted for an instant at the end of the back stroke, the slap as they came together again.
She was working him now with all the passion of a body denied for too long of the release of simple fucking, the muscles of her cunt milking his cock even as he fucked in and out of her, until too soon, too soon he felt the first signals that meant approaching climax, approaching explosion that would be too much coming now before she was ready herself.
"I'm cumming!" he cried, trying to slow the pace of her fucking, trying to hold back.
"Cum, damn you!" she gasped between clenched teeth, digging her nails into the flesh of his back now. "Cum, fuck me, cum into me!"
Then she felt her own signal, her body suddenly coming to burning life all over, a million needles prodding into her flesh from her ears to her feet. Now her womb was pulsating, her cunt throbbing as the juices came again, spurting out to meet his own powerful semen, the two splattering together within the channel of her cunt, to mix together and run out between their legs.
"I'm cumming!" she cried now. "I'm cum-mminnngggg!"