Chapter 4
The very next day Donna slept in. She deliberately took sleeping pills so she wouldn't wake up.
Clint burned his toast and he never could fix a good cup of coffee. Finally, he decided he would stop at the restaurant in the office building where he worked for some breakfast.
He was late to work and his boss called him in.
"Why are you late today, Clint?" he asked disgustedly.
"Problems," he responded.
"Don't let your personal problems interfere with your work," he told him. "I won't allow it."
Clint immediately knew what he was talking about. He decided that he would be cautious.
"By the way," his boss chided him, "I don't want you taking such long noon-hour breaks with Betty."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Clint covered himself quickly.
"Yes, you do," he told him. "Betty got loaded last night and told a girl friend. It got back to me this morning."
Realizing that he was trapped, Clint quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry," he told him. "I really am. It just happened once. It'll never happen again."
"It happened more than once," the boss told him flatly, "and you bet your ass it won't happen again. If it does, you're out of here."
Clint got the point.
A couple of hours later his wife Donna was just awakening. Donna was so upset that when her mother called she didn't care to talk.
"If it's marital problems," her mother went on, "I know the perfect man for you to go to. It's a Mr. Robinson. He's in a downtown office building and my girl friend, Clarinda, has been to him. She says that he can give super suggestions that keep a marriage glued together."
"Thank you, mom," she said. "I've got to go now."
"You aren't drinking, are you, dear?" her mother asked earnestly.
"Not today," she said. "I just wish I did have somebody to drink with. It's no fun to drink alone."
She hung up on her mother and fixed some breakfast for herself. She got thinking about going to a marriage counselor. Perhaps that would be the answer. She checked in the phone book and found the name for Jerome Robinson. She called him up and his secretary informed her due to a cancellation she could come in and see him that very afternoon. She was pleased at the opportunity to discuss her situation.
Going to Mr. Robinson's office afforded Donna the opportunity to unload the burden that was on her heart and mind.
"Mr. Robinson," she began nervously, "I used to be a Puritan. I would not let my husband have the perverse things sexually speaking that he wanted."
Mr. Robinson, who was a nice-looking, middle-aged man, sat on the edge of the desk and glanced down at Donna. She could see that he was looking at her cleavage and trim ankles and beautiful legs. He felt as though he would like to go to bed with her himself. He began giving her his opinions so that she might come to that conclusion on her own.
"Not a thing wrong with a man or woman playing around," he told her. "As long as you level with each other. It's sort of a marital arrangement."
Finally, she blurted out the truth.
"My next-door neighbor was so handsome," she confessed, "that I went over and introduced myself. Before I knew what was happening, I was in bed with him."
"Either he's a very fast operation, or you are," he grinned.
"Maybe we both are," Donna said, showing a little leg.
Jerome Robinson was certain that she was trying to put the make on him.
"Frankly, my dear," he told her, "I don't think there would be anything wrong with us getting together."
"You are very appealing, Mr. Robinson," she told him, "but I don't know what I could teach you."
"Let me find out," he said as he began unzipping his fly.
As Donna saw him pull out his huge, thick penis, she decided that it might be worth a try.
"Come over here," he asked her, "and let me see what you can do with my cock."
Donna went over to where he was. She reached in and pulled out his balls.
"Let it all hang out, as the saying goes," she smiled.
She gave a couple of quick strokes to his pecker, and he complimented her.
"Good hand action," he told her. "I'm sure that you could satisfy me if you wanted to."
She laughed as she looked up at him.
"That would be unfaithful," she told him. "But I would try not to disappoint you, I'm sure."
He was pleased that she expressed such confidence in his opinion. He gripped her head and guided her down over his long, hard penis.
"Let's see what you can do giving me a blow job," he told her. "Then I can tell you whether or not you are capable of satisfying your husband in this delightful, erotic manner."
Jerome Robinson held her pinned over his penis. He fucked her face with hard, deep strokes. She was enjoying it immensely.-
"Ohhh, that feels good," he told her. "I really like that. Keep it up."
With hard, penetrating stabs he continued stimulating her. She was enjoying it now.
"Yes," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Come on."
Her tongue twirled around the tip of his cock. He loved the sensation of her tongue sliding around his penis tip.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "I love that sensation. Keep it up."
She was determined that she was going to provide him with all of the erotic excitement that he could stand.
"Suck on my cock," he told her, "suck it, baby. That's what I want you to do. Come on, sweetheart, suck it."
With hard, deep strokes, he went on thrusting it in her.
"A little throat fucking," he told her, "never hurt anybody. Look what it did for Linda Lovelace."
Letting his huge, long shaft slide down her throat, he thrilled her. Donna felt his big, hairy balls riding on her chin as he fucked her face without mercy.
Grasping her head, he held her in place.
"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you're gonna love it. I'm almost there."
He continued plunging his long, hard penis down her throat. She almost choked on his cock. Finally, he had the courtesy to pull it out so he could let his sperm spill in her mouth.
"I'm aiming," he exclaimed. "Oh, suck. Suck it out. That's what I want you to do."
He pulled his penis to her mouth, allowing her the opportunity to suck the cream out of his cock.
Sucking smoothly on his long, male member, was a delight and pleasure for her.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're doing it. Come on, baby, suck it all out."
The fabulous sensations that were being provided in her moist, warm mouth had him going. Her hands clasped his ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks as she sucked him off.
Once she had finished pleasing him, he was so impressed with what she could do that he wanted to demonstrate what he could do.
He was glad that he'd locked the door right after she'd entered. But he felt now that the next step in her sexual training course would require some time. Picking up his phone he called his secretary.
"Miss Thornbury," he told her, "I'm going to be tied up for the next hour or so. I'm going into a conference session with one of my clients."
From his fumbling, nervous way, Miss Thornbury concluded that he was once more enjoying sex with one of his clients. It had become a typical custom for him to do this with women that he felt strongly attracted to. Miss Thornbury disapproved, but she needed to make a living.
He insisted that Donna remove all of her clothes.
"It helps me to see a woman's body when I'm giving her counseling," he told her. "And I can see what your strong points are and what your weak points are."
When Donna had removed her bra, he complimented her quickly.
"You have two strong points right there," he told her. "Yes, my dear. Men love to suck on the breasts. You should entice them by playing with them. That will get them in the spirit of it."
Donna let her hands swing under her breasts. Immediately, she played with her nipples.
"Ohhh, that's fun," he told her. "You really know how to do it."
The erotic pleasure that he was deriving from this kind of activity had him aroused and stimulated.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "I like what you're doing."
Then he undressed her the rest of the way himself. He gazed fondly at her naked crotch. He got to his knees and in a worshipful attitude pulled her pussy to him. His tongue instantly flipped up and down her clit.
"Ohhh, Mr. Robinson," she panted, "that's beautiful."
It disturbed him to have her call him Mr. Robinson. Pulling his tongue out of her clit, he looked up at her.
"I think we know each other well enough now, that you can call me Jerome."
"Yes, Jerome," she exclaimed. "Suck my pussy. Please, suck me."
Jerome wasted no time in licking her vagina now. He flipped his tongue vigorously in and out in a smooth, rhythmic movement.
"Eat me, Jerome," Donna begged, "eat me."
Her pussy tasted delicious to him. His hot tongue whipped around inside of her. He was eager to bring her to a sticky climax. Nibbling at her clit, he knew that he soon would have her gushing.
"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered enticingly, "I love it."
Passionately he went on licking at her vagina. This had her to the point where she was ready to juice.
"Ohhh," she groaned excitedly, "that's beautiful. Oh, baby, I love it."
It didn't take long for him to bring her to a climax. As her pussy juices flowed freely, he sucked her. She enjoyed the exciting, thrilling tongue movements that he was providing at this moment.
When Jerome finished, he pulled his tongue out of her. He had a hard-on again.
"My husband tells me I'm a pretty good ass fuck," she told him.
"Interesting," Jerome said, "very interesting. Many women will not allow their husbands this particular erotic delight. I'm happy to hear that you are broad minded. May I glimpse your ass?"
Donna was impressed with his attitude. She turned around and let him look at her curvaceous ass cheeks.
"I can see why your husband-likes to fuck it," he told her. "I would love to myself."
"Would you really, Mr. Robinson?" she smiled excitedly.
A frown creased his forehead.
"I said I want you to call me Jerome."
"I'm sorry, Jerome," she smiled, like a small child. "You can stick it up my ass if you want to. Of course, you mustn't tell my husband. And I don't want you to tell the next-door neighbor."
"You don't have to worry about me," he told her. "I will take care of you."
She was thrilled with this opportunity to demonstrate her skill and proficiency at sodomy.
Now he undressed himself. He pulled out a sofa bed that provided a perfect place for him to make it with her in this unique manner.
She got in the middle of the bed and watched as he applied KY to his cock.
"This is the only way to get a good ass fuck," he told her. "It's slippery. It'll slide in smoothly. Mark my words."
It was amazing how much he knew about the important things of life. Donna was glad that her mother had recommended him. For he was proving to be a marvelous sexual counselor.
As he mounted her ass he complimented her once more.
"You are a marvelous woman," he told her, "and it's a pleasure and an honor and a privilege to stick my pecker up your hot, tight ass hole."
"How do you know it'll be tight?" she asked him.
"Well, if you only let your husband and your next-door neighbor fuck your ass hole, it's bound to be tight," he told her. "Now, sweetheart, just relax as I do the rest."
Jerome clasped her bare bottom. Slowly he eased his thick, long cock between her ass cheeks. He rammed it forward with a driving, hard thrust.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck it real good."
Passionately plunging his penis into her ass hole, he got her more and more aroused.
"Now you're doing it," he told her.
"Fuck!"
With determination and force he went on stabbing his long, hard penis up her ass. She enjoyed it immensely. She twisted her ass to add to his pleasure. Jerome reached around and played with her breasts.
"My husband, Clint,-likes to finger my pussy when he fucks my ass hole," she told him.
He didn't like being told anything.
"I was coming to that a little later," he told her. "Don't worry your pretty head about that. I know what I'm doing."
Jerome really did. For his slippery, long cock plunged rhythmically right up her ass hole. She twisted around in new-found pleasure. She was enjoying it intensely now.
"Sock it to me," she told him. "I want it."
The intensity of her request pleased and excited him. He rammed forward now in a hard, slamming, driving motion. Her body quivered with erotic excitement as his fucking stabs continued.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "this is the way I like it. Twist your tail. Now you're doing it."
At the same time Jerome reached under her. He fingered her pussy as he continued slipping his long, hard dagger dick up her ass.
Jerome's balls bounced on her buttocks as he fucked her furiously. He was coming close to climax. He wanted to make it a mutual orgasm. He figured this would be something that he could do that perhaps her husband and her next-door neighbor had not achieved.
Using his fingers effectively, he pinched on her clit. Then he flicked his fingers back and forth. He could tell from her response which action she enjoyed the most. His penis continued sliding smoothly up her ass hole. Then when he felt her moistening, he figured it was time for him to get his gun off, too.
With hard, deep strokes he went on thrusting.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck. Oh, yes, baby. Fuck it. Now you're doing it. That's the way. Fuck off!"
Just as her pussy juiced, his cock exploded up her ass hole.
"Right on target," Jerome panted as he pumped it up her ass a few more times.
Slowly he withdrew from her behind. He got to his feet and looked at his watch.
"I have another appointment," he told her. "I hate to hurry you off, my dear, but I'm a very busy man as you can see." She got dressed.
"How much will that be?" she asked him.
"That'll be fifty dollars for the hour," he told her.
She felt hurt and slighted.
"I thought it would be a trade-off," she told him. "I don't think that's fair."
Jerome Robinson was outraged.
"I gave you a bargain-basement special in an ass fuck," he told her. "That takes a lot out of a man. I was teaching you the way to please your husband. For that, I get paid."
She didn't like it. Nevertheless, she wrote a check quickly.
"Now if you'd get dressed quickly," he told her as he hastily made up the sofa bed, "I can see my next client."
She got dressed as quickly as she could. When she got home she called her mother.
"I went to Mr. Robinson," she said grimly.
"Wasn't he wonderful?" her mother asked in a quivery voice, indicating how impressed she was with his talents.
"He charged me fifty bucks," she exploded.
"Honey," her mother insisted, "it's worth it. Your father never fucked me like he did."
It disgusted her to think that her mother would stoop to such a thing. She hung up the phone.
It seemed as if everywhere she turned people were immoral and indecent. She was trying in vain to do the right thing.
Stepping outside to water the lawn, she noticed her next-door neighbor. A moment or two later, Brad stepped out.
"Hi, Donna," he called out to her.
It was strange how she had gotten angry at him, but when she looked at him she felt different.
"Hi, Brad," she exclaimed.
Brad made no bones about the fact that he wanted to get together with her again.
"Could you drop over for a drink?"
"I really shouldn't," Donna shook her head.
She hadn't been decisive enough to get him to stop asking her.
"Oh, come on," Brad told her, "you can't work all the time."
"That's true," Donna agreed. "I really should take ten."
Going over to his place she sipped her drink slowly.
"Brad, what would you think of me if I told you something I did?"
"That depends," he told her.
"I went to a marriage counselor to try to save my marriage. Instead, the good-for-nothing counselor fucked me up the ass hole."
He burst out laughing.
"Honey, he gave you the shaft in more ways than one," he told her. "You could have come over here and you wouldn't have had to pay me a penny. I'd have fucked your ass and told you how to save your marriage, too."
She laughed.
"All I got out of that is a sore ass. I'm sorry I ever went near him. My mother recommended him."
At that point Brad made no bones about what he was feeling.
"Every time I look at you," he told her, "I get horny."
"Am I that erotic?" Donna asked innocently.
"I'm afraid you are," he told her. "Your body sends sexual thrills up and down my spine. My cock quivers, my balls tingle."
"Do I do all of that to you?"
Brad nodded.
"Maybe I should become a porno picture star," she suggested glibly.
"You'd be a big hit if you wanted to be one," he told her. "I'm certain of that."
"That's the sweetest thing anybody ever said to me," Donna said.
"If you want to express your thanks with more than words," he told her, "maybe you could slip between the sheets with me for half an hour."
Donna smiled agreeably.
"Yes, Brad," she told him, "why not? My philandering husband has been playing around fro years. Now I feel liberated. I feel free. Damn it, I don't need to pay any money to a fucking counselor. Let's free fuck."
Flinging her arms around him, she pressed her lips against him passionately. Brad was eager to have a demonstration of what she could do in bed. He felt that he could teach her some erotic tricks that might please her husband.
"Now it's important," Brad told her, "that you never let on to your husband that I'm teaching you these things. He might come over here with a butcher knife in the middle of the night and try to kill me."
"What a grim idea," she told him. "Really!"
Once they were bare-ass naked, Brad began suggesting ways in which they could get together.
"I'd like to have you on top," he told her. "I'd like to have your ride my cock."
"What a marvelous suggestion," she told Brad. "My husband, Clint, never suggested that once. He has no fucking imagination."
He stretched out on the bed. She stroked his cock a couple of times and then sucked on it a moment or two. She knew she would have a great time fucking her next-door neighbor.