Chapter 2
Carol lived in a garden apartment complex about four miles from my house. It seemed like a really nice place. There were mostly young tenants and very few older married couples. It wasn't the typical swinging singles kind of place that you always read about, but which don't really exist. It was just a lot of really nice people who all lived in the same area. It had nice lawns and a lot of big, old trees, which appealed to me very much.
Carol was my age, very attractive, and had a beautiful body. She had developed early in life, and although I had never admitted it to anyone, I .was always very jealous of her when we were young. I remember how all the boys in high school used to gape at her enormous boobs. Mine were never exactly small, but they were nothing compared to Carol's. She was always very popular with the boys. I always thought it was because she had such big tits. Later on, I found out that there were other reasons for it: She was one of the few girls in school who would let a boy go "all the way" with her. That was still a big deal in the mid-sixties. I, on the other hand, was always going out with Tom, so no one ever really knew where I was at when it came to anything sexual. I suppose that it was just as well because during high school I was nowhere.
Carol must have seen the cab pull up because she was waiting at her front door when I got there. I felt a little foolish when I saw her standing there. It was almost as if I were running home to mother.
We didn't say anything to each other for quite a while. Carol was always very understanding about my hesitation. She "never pushed me into talking about something until I was ready. Instead, she would always wait for me to start, for she knew talking about what had happened wasn't easy for me.
"I put some clean sheets for you on the cot," she said, finally breaking the long silence. "You don't have to tell me all about what happened tonight if you don't want to," she added.
"That's all right. I feel like I have to talk about it to someone. I'd rather it be you than anyone else."
"I had a feeling that this was going to happen. I guess you know that I always thought Tom was a little weird."
"I know, but I think that things will be all right after we both calm down a little bit. I did what you told me to do, but I think that I might have gotten a little too carried away with it." I was surprised that I found myself so willing to talk about it with her.
"What happened?"
"Well, he started going about things the way he always does, and when he started to put his cock in me I stopped him. I told him that I wanted him to eat me first. He thought that I was kidding him at first. Then I told him that it wasn't fair that I never came when we had sex. I told him that I didn't like being left frustrated every night while he just went to sleep after we fucked."
"What did he say?"
"He just got pissed off. Telling me how he worked so hard every day. How I was obligated to him because I was his wife, and because he paid all the bills. He told me to go out and fuck somebody else."
"He's right, that's what you should do."
"But I just can't. I want things to work out between us. I know that they can. Tom just needs time to learn to understand my needs."
"He's already had plenty of time to try and understand. What he needs now is to know that there are ' plenty of guys who would give their right arm to get into your pants and fuck you the way a woman is supposed to be fucked."
"I don't think that I'm ready for that. I'd feel too guilty."
"Not ready for it! Honey, you've got to be kidding. You've never been involved with anyone but Tom for as long as I've known you. If you're not ready by now, you'll never be ready. Face the facts, you've got only three choices. You can start cheating on him and find out what sex is really about. You can try to work things out with him again, or you can do both, which I think is the thing for you to do."
"I think that I should give it at least one more chance. After all, I can't really expect him to change the ways of his lifetime in only one night."
"Look, Judy, you can do whatever you want. But I'm going to sleep and I think that you ought to do the same."
When I woke up the next morning, Carol had already left for work. I found myself with another day full of nothing to do. I was almost tempted to go back home and clean up the house. But I still wasn't ready to go back to Tom.
I had given a great deal of thought to Carol's suggestion of fucking someone else. I decided that I wasn't going to go out and look for it, but if it should happen to come my way I wasn't going to let it pass me by either.
I got dressed and went into the kitchen. There was a note stuck to the refrigerator door and it read:
Judy-Make yourself at home. I'll be back around four o'clock. Help yourself to anything that you may need (clothes, food, make-up, etc.).
Carol
I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of Carol's jeans. They were a little tight on me, but they made me take notice of my body. That was something I hadn't done in quite some time. I did have a pretty nice ass. My tits weren't bad either. They weren't too big, but not too small either. Carol was right, a man would have to be a damn fool not to want to get someone like me into bed. The more I looked at myself in those tight jeans, naked from the waist up, the more excited I became about the prospect of having sex with someone other than Tom.
I found an old worn-out work shirt and put that on also. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat drinking it while I stared out the kitchen window trying to think of something to do. Suddenly I heard the front door open. I couldn't imagine what Carol could be doing home so early.
"Is that you, Carol?" I called from across the room.
"No, I'm afraid not." It was a deep husky voice. A man's voice. This could be what I was waiting for, I thought to myself. "I'm sorry, I guess that I should have knocked first. But I didn't expect anyone to be here."
"That's all right, Carol should have told me that someone else had her key. My name is Judy. I'm an old friend of Carol's."
"Oh, so you're Judy. Carol has told me a lot about you."
I didn't care too much for the way that sounded, and wondered exactly what she had told him.
"I'm Stan. I just came over to borrow some coffee. I'm all out and my day just can't start without it. But you can ask me to have a cup with you since it's already made." He was good looking and much sexier than Tom, I thought. Now I wasn't so sure that I didn't want him to know more about me. This could be the chance that I had been waiting for.
"Sure, sit down. I'll get you a cup." I noticed him watching my ass as I got up to get him some coffee. I made sure to put in a little more wiggle than usual without being too obvious about it. I handed him the cup and tried to think of some way to start a conversation with him. I had never been very good at doing things like that with a total stranger. The more I watched the way he was looking at me, the sexier I began to feel.
Since it was a weekday, I thought that I should start off with what seemed to be a sensible question: "What do you do for a living to be home this time of day?" After I had asked that, I realized how dumb it must have sounded.
"I work at home. I'm a writer of sorts. It's not exactly an income that I can count on, but I manage to pay my rent and whatever other bills I might have."
I had never met a writer before. In a way it was kind of exciting. I felt as if I were starting my way on a new adventure just by talking with him. He told me that he had been working on a play for the past few months. But to make money for the time being, he wrote television and radio commercials for small businesses that couldn't afford the cost of a large advertising agency.
I didn't realize it, but the material of the shirt rubbing against my bare tits was causing my nipples to harden. Since the shirt was so old and worn, they were easily seen by him. My first reaction was to try and hide them. But at the same time I wanted him to know that his being there was getting me excited. He didn't seem to mind either, from the way he stared at my tits whenever he thought that I wasn't noticing.
"Well, what is your play about?"
"Actually, it's kind of hard to explain. Basically, it's about witchcraft and devil worship."
"I'd like to read it sometime if you wouldn't mind." I was hoping that he would ask me into his apartment with that in mind.
"I'd be glad to have you read it. But you must promise to give me a good objective opinion."
"As a matter-of-fact I'm not doing anything right now."
"Well then, now is as good a time as any. Let's go over to my place."
"Let me just put on my shoes and I'll be right with you."
"Why bother with shoes? I only live down the hall. I don't think you'll miss them at all."
I followed him down the hall and into his apartment. As he walked in front Of me, leading me into his apartment, I couldn't help but notice how good his body was. He was well built with big broad shoulders and strong muscular arms. I was hoping that before long, those strong arms would be pulling me down onto the bed with him. I hungrily anticipated exploring" his body and having him explore mine.
Stan's apartment was beautiful. It was nicely furnished with dozens of antiques and a beautiful thick fuck rug in the living room.
"Why don't you just sit over here. I'll go and get the script for you." When he left the room I was sorry that I just didn't come right out and tell him that I wanted him to fuck me. I really wasn't interested in reading a play that I probably wouldn't understand anyhow. When he came back with the script he sat down next to me on the sofa. I began to read, and as I did I moved closer to him so that I'd be able to ask him questions about those things I had trouble understanding.
As I read I felt very nervous because I knew that I was going to have to make the first move. But I didn't know quite how to go about it. The next moment I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard his telephone ring. When he went into the other room to answer it, I started to work out my master plan. I quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt I knew that when he came back and sat down next to me again he wouldn't be able to miss the full view of my firm tits. All that I had to do was lean forward about an inch, and he would be able to see my dark pink nipples, still erect and hard from all the excitement that I was feeling.
He came back a few minutes later and excused himself for going into the other room to answer the phone. He sat down, closer to me this time, and when he lowered his eyes to my open shirt I thought that they were going to pop out of his head.
"Were you feeling a little warm in here?" he asked, with a strange kind of smile on his face.
"Just a little I guess." I put my hand on his leg and gave it a little squeeze with my fingers.
Suddenly he pushed me down on the sofa and put his lips hungrily against mine. He forced my lips apart with his tongue and with his hands found his way underneath my shirt. He began to massage my tits. He took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinched it. He began to kiss me wildly all over my face. For the first time in my life, I felt as if someone were really making love to me, not at me.
I moved my hand down his side and felt for his cock. It was already hard and it felt huge in my hand. I caressed it through the material of his pants.
"Take it out." He murmured in my ear. He sat up so that I could unzip him easily. It nearly sprang out at me. I couldn't help but just stare at it for a while.
"Do you like it?"
"Mmmmmmmmm . . . it's the nicest cock I've ever seen. It's so long and hard," I said as my hand moved up and down the long shaft. I bent my head down to the tip of his tool and flicked my tongue out at the head of it. I felt him take a sharp intake of breath when I started to take the head of it into my mouth.
"That's nice," he whispered. "You suck real nice, Judy. It feels so good. Why don't you play with my balls a little?"
I stopped my sucking for a moment and tugged at his pants. He got the message and stood up to take his pants off. In a moment he was standing in front of me completely naked. He was beautiful. His cock stood straight out in front of him, kind of like a flagpole, I thought.
"Now I want to see you naked, Judy." I unbuckled my jeans and pulled them off slowly. He reached out. and ran his hand up and down my soft legs. He gently toyed with my pussy through the flimsy material of the panties that I had on. I undid the rest of my shirt and in another moment we were both as naked as the day we were born.
"You've got a beautiful body, Judy. I want to kiss all of it. I want to suck every bit of you." I was going mad with desire, no man had ever said anything like that to me before. "Lie down on the floor and let me make love to you." I did as he asked. It felt strange to be lying naked on the floor of a strange man's apartment. It felt almost evil. But I liked it. No, I loved it. I loved being wanted in such a way.
He got down on his knees next to me and started running his hands all over me. It wasn't long before his mouth was on mine once again. His tongue seemed to be fucking my mouth. Soon his hot mouth was on my tits. He was rolling his tongue around my nipples and gingerly biting on them. I couldn't believe how good it felt when someone sucked them that way.
His head moved farther down to the hairy patch between my thighs. He moved his tongue slowly up and down my pussy lips. The sensations were driving me wild. I started grinding my hips into the floor. Then he darted his tongue into my cunt.
"Oooooooh . . . eat me! Suck my cunt! Oh your mouth feels so good down there!" His tongue found its way to my clit. He started flicking it back and forth across that sensitive spot until I thought I was going to go mad from it. I felt a strange tightening in my vagina and knew that this was going to be it. Finally I was going to come. My pussy started to quiver. I could feel my cunt muscles starting to contract. He sucked harder and harder on my cunt trying to lick up all my juices into his mouth.
My cunt was still throbbing after he removed his mouth from my hot and wet pussy. My hand went down to his stiff prick.
"I want you," I moaned. "I want you to shove this into me. I can't wait any longer for it. Make me come that way too. I want to feel you inside me."
He spread my legs with his strong hands and positioned his cock at the entrance to my juicy love hole. I winced when I felt him enter me. He was almost twice as wide as Tom and at least two inches longer. I felt him pushing deeper and deeper info my hot sopping hole. I thought that his huge dick was going to tear me apart. Finally, with one long hard stroke, he pushed it all the way into my cunt. Then he pulled his giant cock almost all the way out again before he shoved it all the way in.
It was glorious. I had never experienced anything like it before. My pussy felt as if it were burning up. He must have been crushing me with his weight, but all I could feel was that huge prick pushing its way in and out of my hole with every thrust of his muscular body.
"Is it good?" I heard him ask. "Do you like being fucked this way?"
"I love it! I love your big fat dick. I love the way it feels tearing in and out of my pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me until I come again and again!"
I was bucking my hips to meet every thrust of his beautiful tool. It wasn't long before I began to feel that hot burning sensation between my thighs once again.
"I'm coming! Ooooooh . . . it's so good!" I felt my cunt muscles contracting around his thick shaft. He kept ramming it into me. I was digging my nails into his back. I didn't even think that I might really be hurting him as I dug my nails into his back, and he didn't seem to care whether I was hurting him or not.
I moved my hands around to his ass and pushed his dick deeper into my pussy. I could feel the sweat sticking between our two bodies. Stan started breathing heavier, and I knew that it was only a matter of moments before he would be shooting his hot load of come into my throbbing hole. He was fucking me as hard and fast as he possibly could.
"I want your come!" I whispered into his ear. "Come inside me! I want to feel you shooting off in my pussy!"
I saw the contorted expression on his face, and in another moment his hot fluids were released into me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tighter to my hot naked body. I could feel his cock throb with every hot spurt of his come. He kept up his fucking motions until every drop of his sex juice was milked from his giant shaft
There was a loud sucking sound when he finally pulled his prick out of my wet hole. Suddenly I felt empty. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted him to fuck me until my cunt was raw.
As he lay on his back next to me, I couldn't help taking his beautiful tool in my hands. I couldn't get over how small it was now that it was soft and weak. I brought my head down between his hairy thighs and took his limp prick into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath.
I remembered reading once that a man's cock was very sensitive just after he had had an orgasm. This was the first time that I ever felt the desire to find out. It was exciting for me to be able to take his entire organ into my mouth. I could taste the combination of our juices on his weapon.
I held his balls in my hands and gently played with them using my fingertips. He wasn't saying anything, but I could tell by the expression on his face that he was truly enjoying the blowjob that I was giving him.
His hand moved to my head and I felt his fingers running through my hair. He started grinding his hips into the floor. His dick was starting to get hard again. Gradually, I was able to take less and less of it into my mouth. Sometimes I felt the desire to suck Tom's cock until it got hard again, but once always seemed to be enough for him.
"I'd like to come in your mouth this tune," Stan said. "I want you to taste my come! I want you to swallow it all down your lovely throat, Judy."
At that moment I couldn't think of anything else that I would have wanted more. Nothing could have been more satisfying than to feel his hot come shooting into my mouth.
"Suck me, Judy! Make me come in your face!"
His cock was as hard as iron now. I moved my mouth and tongue up and down as much of the thick shaft as I could. I was turned on by his talking to me while I sucked him off. Tom would just lay there and grunt when he was about ready to shoot.
I was sucking like mad on his dick. I couldn't wait to taste his thick milky fluid in my mouth. I ran my finger under his balls and gently started to work it into his asshole. It drove him wild. I felt his hips jolt and force his cock deeper into my warm mouth.
"You really know how to give good head, baby," I heard him groan. "Your mouth is sooooooo good. You could keep me hard all day long this way, Keep sucking!"
I could only half hear his words. I was too involved with the blowjob I was giving him. I was so very excited knowing how good I could make a man feel.
His cock was so thick that my mouth was starting to get tired from sucking him so hard. I had to take my mouth off him and give it a little rest, so that when he was ready to come I would be able to taste and swallow all of his wonderful come juice. I wrapped my hand around his thickness. It was still wet and slippery from my saliva. I moved my hand up and down the long shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"My mouth needs a little rest," I said. "I'm not used to a cock as big as yours. I want to be able to taste you when you come."
He looked at me a little disappointed. Then he smiled when I gave his dick a tender squeeze; "Anyway you want to do it, Judy. We've got all the time in the world. Just do whatever you like."
I knew that it was going to take a little longer to come this time than the last, but that was fine with me.
I wanted to enjoy every minute of seeing how hot that I could get a man, a man who knew how to appreciate a woman and take care of her needs.
My mind was a total blank. All I was aware of was Stan's awesome cock being massaged by my hands, its thick ruby head throbbing under my fingers. I was tempted to put it back in my pussy, but I knew that he wanted me to suck him off, and I wasn't going to disappoint him. I wanted to give him the best blowjob that any man had ever gotten. As far as I was concerned, I was the sexiest, hottest woman in the world at that moment. I would never have believed anything to the contrary right then. I had a beautiful man with a beautiful cock trembling under my hand. I felt wonderful in the knowledge that he wanted to shoot his come into my mouth and feel my hands caressing his balls.
I was ready to take him back into my mouth again. I lowered my head down onto his shaft and tried to get as much of it as I could into my small mouth. Finally, I felt the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. I started to gag and pulled off it a little bit. When I felt his hands on my head, I got a little scared, because I thought he was going to try to push me farther down on him. But he didn't. He just stroked my hair. Stan seemed strange that way-in some ways he was very forceful, yet in others he was very gentle, a combination that I had never before come across.
"You like sucking my cock, don't you, Judy? Don't you like the way it feels in your mouth? It's all hard, Judy. And it's all for you. Every inch of my hard dick, it's all for you. It's for your mouth and for your tight cunt!" Stan kept stroking my hair as he spoke. His words were as exciting as hell to me. It had never been like that before, but it all seemed so natural to me then, as if it couldn't be right any other way.
I rolled my tongue around his shaft, making loud slurping noises. His cock felt so smooth in my mouth, so hard and yet so soft at the same time.
"Not much longer, Judy!" Stan's voice was beginning to sound a bit strained. I made my mouth suck harder on his cock. I couldn't wait for his hot come to start spurting into me.
"Mmmmmmmmm. . . . You're so good! Fuck me with your mouth. I want to fuck your beautiful face!"
His dick was throbbing wildly in my mouth, his thick cockhead pulsating against the roof of my mouth. With my tongue I could taste the first drops of come on the tip of his cock. I used my tongue to poke at the little hole in his dick.
Suddenly I felt the first hot jet of come shooting into my throat. Then another and another. I rolled the juices around his cock with my tongue before I started to swallow. His dick kept shooting more and more of his love juice into my mouth. I couldn't swallow it fast enough and felt it dripping down the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I kept milking his dick for all I was worth. I felt so hot-hotter than I had ever been in my life.
I pictured what I must have looked like at that moment-with my eyes closed and my mouth wrapped around his smooth, shimmering pole and his come dripping all over my face. I took my hand away from his balls and wiped his juices off the side of my mouth, rubbing the thick fluid between my fingers. Then I wiped some more of his come off my chin and rubbed it into one of my nipples with my hand.
It wasn't too much longer before I could feel him getting softer inside my mouth. I sucked on his cock as hard as I could until I was sure that I had gotten every drop of his come out of his prick, and I kept sucking until it was all down my throat. I looked up at his face and saw beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. At last I felt like a total woman. I held his cock in my mouth and gently rolled my tongue all around it. It felt good to be able to hold once again all of his love tool in my mouth.