Chapter 8

Jim Gregory smiled at Cindy. "What a nice day, that sun really is warm." Cindy walked beside him and smiled. "I always have loved the sun."

"What a place," smiled Jim. "Some of these people screw the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night."

Cindy laughed. "What's the matter with that?"

"Well, there are spiritual things in life," Jim pointed out. "I guess." Cindy shrugged. "You don't sound sure," he persisted. Cindy smiled. "Even atheists screw." Jim nodded. "That's a good point." "My aunt once told my mother that a woman's pussy was the hub of the world," Cindy related.

"That's another good point," Jim reflected.

Jim walked faster. "You know sometimes you're very different from other women, Cindy. I think that intrigues me a lot."

Cindy faced him for a moment. "That was a nice thing to say."

"I'm smart enough in the ways of life to know that women make the rules and you have to learn to understand them," Jim answered.

"You married me," Cindy said.

"I know," Jim agreed.

"I gave it a lot of thought, though. There is more to a woman than her pussy and her boobies."

"I'm glad to hear that," Cindy giggled.

"I never lived in a dream world like a lot of people. I knew that the world was a human jungle, when I was young," Jim said. He kicked a pebble out of his way.

Before his marriage, Jim had dealt with women who first used beauty, then sex, then flight, and then conquest. It was a pattern for women ever since Eve. He had played the game their way until he met Cindy. She had no pattern, and her actions seemed to stem from whims. That delighted him. There was no pretense about her. She was open and, like a window, he could see through her.

When they first had sex, he found her strangely fulfilling, and each time he enjoyed her more and more. At first he had no desire for marriage, but eventually he wanted to marry her. She had a strength about her. She believed in mind over matter.

like all people, Jim felt that he was his own worst enemy and that Cindy was her own worst enemy. People always give themselves credit for being smarter than they really are. Jim had learned through the years that he did. He had had a lot of death in his family and he had learned to enjoy pleasure while he was living.

There were times when Cindy looked beautiful to him and he felt desire for her swell up in him. When he worked, he realized daily that he worked in a world of strangers. He had never been a joiner and he had never really made too many friends out of strangers. Even when he drank, he drank alone. He understood money and what money could buy. He understood that he had a small circle of people that he knew and even a smaller circle of friends.

Sex excited him. It always had.

He turned to Cindy and smiled. "Let's go back to our place now."

"Okay," she agreed.

When they were in the room, they undressed quickly. Cindy seemed very much in the mood She was undressed first. He looked at her and her big breasts and firm body.

She smiled. "You look horny, honey."

"I am," he said.

They kissed, and he felt her breasts and tweaked the rubbery nipples. His hand slipped between her satin-smooth thighs and found he slit and his finger pressed into it. She was wet.

There was no shyness between them. There had not been for a long time. She reached for his cock and began to handle it. It got stiffer.

He heard her laugh. "Your cock reminds me of a stiff big rubber hose. I guess that's where some women get the term hose and hosing?"

"Maybe," he answered.

His finger found her button and she gasped,. "Oooooooo."

She seemed to get wetter. "Wow," she said, "you're really turning' me on."

She writhed a while and then she gasped, "Put it in me." She moved on her back and spread her thighs, and he saw the pubic forest and her red split. He parted it with his fingers and saw the wet mouth of her sex. He moved so that the head was at her hole, and she gripped his buttock cheeks and pulled, and his peter slid into her. When it was fully inserted, she started to thrash.

"I like it when it's all the way in like this," she said. "I know that I have a cock in me. That's important, knowing that."

She seemed tighter today, and he moved his peter in and out slowly. She let him exercise his role. He lifted her ass cheeks and his rigid cock plunged in her deeper.

"Ummmmmm," she sighed.

He screwed faster and she began to move under him. She seemed to be juicier, and then he stiffened and he felt the flood of his sperm jet in her.

She opened her eyes. "You came fast this time," she said. His cock began to soften quickly. He was a bit disappointed. He had the urge to get to her and give her a real good lay, to really be a man and wear her out. To lay, relay, and parlay her. When it was completely soft, his peter slid out.

"I didn't come yet," she said coldly.

He lay back, and she took his cock in her hand and fondled it. She was very hot, and he watched as she slid down and got her mouth to his languid cock and licked the sides and then the head. He felt it start to erect and a charge of delight shot through him. She sucked it and it got like steel in her mouth. She sucked until he felt that he would come if she did it a few minutes more, and he shoved her head off it and rolled her on her back. When it went in this time, he felt very masterful.

"I'm going to make you come so much that you'll beg me to stop," he warned.

He began fucking her and she worked with him. She was on fire and her pussy was so hot, he thought to himself, that it was like a furnace and would burn his cock off. It felt good, giving it to her. She began to moan. He liked that. He lifted her ass again and the cock found her depth.

"Wow, you've got it in deep," she sighed.

Her vagina tightened and she felt it milk his hard shaft as they screwed. Each time he plunged in, her rear went up so that she kept it deep in her hot sticky hole. She began to grind as they screwed.

"Oh, I really want it," she cried. "Give it to me."

He hammered at her. He was consumed by lust. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to scream out. Then a shock raced through her and he felt her tremble and speeded up his thrusts. She stiffened and yelled, "I'm coming!"

He held her ass as she came and kept screwing her and she had a second orgasm. His cock was still hard and he gloried in it, and she was breathing hard and fast.

He took his peter out and she sighed, "What are you doing?"

He moved her to her hands and knees and then entered her dog fashion. "We can get real deep this way," he said.

He looked at her beautiful ass as he screwed her dog fashion. He had seen a lot of asses in his life, but hers was really exciting and beautiful, and she knew it.

She moved away. "Sometimes, after sex, I feel dreamy," she confessed. "I feel dreamy now. I feel satisfied. It's a very good feeling."

"I'm glad," he said.

"I had an aunt, Aunt Clara, who loved to fuck. She got very old and she was sucking young men's dicks at seventy-eight and paying them She really wanted to die. She said that she had lived too long and that life was like a bottomless bag of popcorn. I was quite impressed with that description," she told him. "She finally died at eighty."

He nodded.

"You know, sometimes I feel evil. I believe that there is a certain amount of evil in everyone, do you believe that?" she asked. "I guess so," he admitted.

She glanced at him. "I tantalize you with my ass, don't I?" she asked. "And you think of ramming your dick up it, don't you?"

He didn't answer.

"My cunt is a symbol of power, but a woman's ass isn't really. I can control my pussy lips, but I can't control my asshole. When a dick is in there, I just take it-I feel it and I take it. It's degrading, but when a man stimulates a woman's cunt when he's buggering her, she feels a combination of pain and passion," she said.

"I know," he replied. "You told me before. You know who we are?" he asked.

"Who?" she shot back.

"The Odd Couple, that's who," he said.

"We both like pleasure," she interjected. "So we do have something in common."

"A cock in you any place galvanizes you to action," he said.

"I'm a female," she defended. "It excites a lot of other females. I've never kidded you or myself."

"Sometimes I feel that we are misfits, do you?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I think we belong."

"I have no defense against you," he said. " think if you asked me, I would kiss your naked ass in the middle of Main Street at high noon."

"My ass is like terra firma, it's going to be here a long time," she laughed.

"I didn't mean it that way," he said.

"How did you mean it, lover?" she asked.

"I meant that we are from the same piece of cloth, you and I," he explained. "I feel lousy when I know that you feel lousy. I care for you. Sometimes you tune me out, but you always tune me back in," he admitted.

A hard edge came to her voice. "When I want sex, I want it. I get impatient for it. My pussy is hot immediately when I think of getting fucked, and in a few moments it is wet. It's logical to me that when I want it I need it. I deserve to be fucked well. I'm made for it."

She thought to herself how when a cock first entered her it felt enormous. Then gradually in her mind's eye, and because of the sensitive nerves in her pussy, it assumed its real size. She liked a sexual man. He was sexual and she liked that about him. She loved virility. She hated queers and once, years ago, she had seen a man suck another off at a party and it made her sick to her stomach. When a man fucked steady, she realized that he was razor-sharp sexually. When they didn't get laid often, they seemed to get bored.

She had once told a beautiful woman, Natalie, who was about forty, "It must be wonderful to know that you are beautiful and sexy and that you can excite any man."

Natalie had replied, "You never know that."

Cindy never really knew the actual potency of a cock until it was deep in her. Then she felt it. She knew that it could trigger red-hot sperm in her, that it could torture her clitoris and excite her vagina. She knew that it could make her feel all woman. She knew that like all women she was like an iceberg-there was more to her under the surface. More than could be seen. She had hostility in her. When a dick was in her and she was writhing and moaning, she thought to herself, I want to make him feel like he's making me feel

She liked it when he moaned; it made it seem more delicious.

She had once had a lover who looked like a polite deer wearing glasses, but when he had a hard-on his cock was huge. When that dick had been up her, it felt like a telephone pole. When he came the first time, she had already come three times. They would fuck all night and sometimes she would have eight climaxes. She had never forgotten him.

Coming was a precious thing to her. It was an "important thing. The climax was the hope and the rainbow of fucking. She liked men with big cocks, but not simple-minded men. When she came, it hit her first in the pit of her gut, then in her cunt, and then it shot through every nerve in her body.

To take part in life, she had learned, you have to be interested in other people besides yourself She had learned to feel that she was not a machine and that she was not just a hole to be plugged by a hard cock. Once she had been tempted to tell the doctor to X-ray her cunt. She was curious if it were the way it should be. She never did, though.

Her reverie was abruptly halted when Jim stiffened and sat up, saying, "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Cindy countered. "I was miles away in my thoughts."

"I could swear I heard somebody outside our door. I'm going to look."

"Be careful, Jim," said Cindy, as her husband rifted his still sweaty body from the bed. He opened the door a crack, peered out, then slammed and locked the door behind him.

"Nothing-nobody," he said. "I must be getting the whammies."

"Come on back to bed, darling," said Cindy. She was horny again....