Chapter 3

I was afraid to go home. James would be back from school, having his usual snack and watching television, bored as usual. I couldn't face him just yet. Like an aircraft returning to base, I had to drop my left-over bombs first. And since I didn't know where to do that, I decided to have a cup of coffee in the diner before making my next move".

It was quiet there. Julie was doing overtime and Jeff was behind the counter, but for the moment they outnumbered the customers. I made myself comfortable in one of the booths and lit up a cigarette while Julie made me a cup of coffee. I watched her speculatively, taking in her youthful shape under the uniform dress, her long legs, and those immense tits; it all looked attractive to me now that I'd had my first taste of womanly love. Not that I had any intention of making out with her. I'd rather give Jeff a tumble, that big ape with his bald head and the dirty apron tied around his big belly.

"You look depressed," I told Julie when she sat down opposite me with her own coffee. "Hasn't your old man been treating you right?"

"He's not treating me at all," she sighed. "In fact, he's gone. I got the news this afternoon. He said he was sick of this town, but I know he was really sick of me. Still, I don't care. He wasn't good at anything."

"You're taking it very calmly," I said.

"Well, I might have been really upset except for this guy I met the other day. Oh Leona, he's a dream! A real gentleman and he knows how to please a woman as well! Usually guys are one or the other, right, but this one, oh!" She shuddered and gave herself a tight hug. "His name is Bob, you've seen him in here, a tall man with curly brown hair and a moustache."

"That Bob? Oh, he's terrific!" I enthused. "When did he take you out?"

"Last night, actually," she said sheepishly. "I guess that's why Nick left me. Oh well, easy come, easy go. But Bob's the real thing, Leona, I would never cheat on him. You know something?" She leaned toward me and dropped her voice to a whisper. "He's got a cock ten inches long!"

"Ah, get out of here!" I said unbelievingly. "It might feel that big but I'll bet it isn't."

"How much do you want to bet?"

"No, no, I'll take your word for it. What's the time-oh Jesus. I'm late already, got to go! I'll see you in the morning, Julie."

"Okay, bye!"

I knew where Bob worked and where he lived. It was a dirty trick to pull on Julie but it would teach her not to be such a blabbermouth. I hadn't ever taken Bob seriously precisely because he was such a gentleman, soft-spoken, courteous, always ready with a smile. But Julie had shed new light on him. When I reached the hardware store where he was manager, I made no bones about my intentions. I hadn't come for nuts and bolts, only screws.

"Hello, Bob, are you doing anything after work?" I began. He turned slightly red at my abruptness but recovered quickly.

"I was thinking of taking a little drive," he replied. "Why, do you feel like coming along?"

"How long will it be before you leave?"

"Uh . . . Steve, take over the store, would you? Let's go." He ushered me out of the place and into his convertible. I was Overjoyed. Never in my life had I felt so bold, so capable of getting exactly what I wanted. Julie would hate me for this if she ever found out but for the moment that didn't matter to me. Ten inches! Just what the doctor had ordered.

He drove the car out of the town and into the wooded regions surrounding the lake. It was summer and a lot of tourists cluttered the district in camp grounds and caravan parks; they were hiking and cycling and generally getting in the way. But Bob knew the area like the back of his hand. He found a small trail that ran from the main road to the edge of the lake, a small clearing where there once had been a boat ramp. He switched the ignition off and suddenly it was very quiet, very idyllic, and we were alone together.

"This may seem like a silly question," he said, facing me, "but what's behind all this?"

"How do you mean?" I asked in order to stall for time.

"Well, I've been coming to the diner for a long time and you haven't ever taken much of an interest in me. Yet suddenly you can't wait for me to lock up the store."

"It's crazy, isn't it? I was just passing the store and I caught a glimpse of you, and all of a sudden I knew I had to have you. I'm too impulsive, I think."

"Not at all," he said. He was relaxed now that he thought he knew the whole story. "It's very charming." He put his arm about my shoulders and I leaned into him with a sigh of contentment. The aches and pains of the various parts of my bodies were displaced by a throbbing lust. I could see that ten-inch cock in my mind's eye, towering proudly, plunging into my over-sensitive cunt and hitting bottom! I shivered and wrapped myself around him tightly. Bob was tall and lean, and he smelled reassuringly of after-shave lotion and the dry cleaner. He raised my face with one hand and pressed a kiss upon my lips. It was a fine beginning but I had to hold back from forcing the pace. I wanted him so much! My cunt seemed to be opening and closing with sheer lust, my nipples were painfully hard, and the palms of my hands were itching to get hold of his stallion cock. Ten inches!

His hands started to caress me softly, slowly, and he whispered how he had often wondered how it would be to make love to me. "Ever since you started work at Jeff's," he said, "you've been on my mind. But you always seemed so aloof and self-sufficient. I'm really glad you had that glimpse."

"So am I. Make love to me, Bob, I want you so much!"

"Let's not rush it." He kissed me and felt me up like a high-school senior, cautious, careful not to offend me, and all the while I screamed silently for him to fuck me! I played along with him as best I could and even kept my hands away from his cock until the moment called for boldness. All this abstinence caused my fleshly appetites to soar! His kisses made me quail with desire and every part of me that was touched by his hands seemed to glow with sudden heat. At last he started to unbutton me and I chose that moment to place my hand on his thigh, as close to his cock as I dared to go. He didn't move away nor did he move toward it. He just kept undoing the buttons and zippers, patient, kissing my neck and ears, saying nice things, and I wanted to tell him that the time for foreplay was over, that I was seething!

I was undressed right down to my panties. It felt weird to be almost naked in his open-topped convertible, right in the open with the trees and the sky looking down on me. What if there were peeping Toms in the woods? They'd be welcome. It made me feel wildly sexy to be exposed so, and when I saw that he wanted to leave my panties on for a bit longer I ignored the boundaries of good taste and took them off myself. "This is wonderful!" I cried, standing up in the car and looking all around. "I've never been naked outdoors before, Bob, and it's like the wind is making love to me!"

"It's an experience, isn't it?" he agreed. In the spirit of the moment he took off his own clothes, and nature had to play second fiddle for the time being while I waited with bated breath for his. fabled cock to emerge. Shirt, pants, socks, undershirt, everything but his briefs. The bulge was big but not as big as I had expected. Could any man be that well hung? No, it was all balls. But then he stepped out of the car and took off the final garment, and there, right before my eyes, dangled a cock the size of a forearm!

"Holy shit!" I breathed. My knees turned to rubber and I could feel my eyes bulging out of my head. "She wasn't lying!"

"What's that?" He looked at me rather self-consciously. "It's not too big, is it? So many women complain about it."

"You're joking. Oh baby, I'll never complain!" I flung myself at him and landed on my knees at his feet, my face within easy reach of his marvelous cock. Bob leaned back against the car and watched me silently as I expressed my admiration. A smile of satisfaction played about his lips and his cock became perfectly hard when my fingers ran over his hard meat and my face brushed against his balls. He liked that kind of treatment. Well, so did L providing the male party knew when to stop.

I would have to trust Julie's opinion of him. My tongue wrapped itself about his glans, wetting it down before my mouth opened wide and slid down, down, down over his throbbing poker. I clung to his muscular buttocks during the descent and felt them tighten more the further down I went. "Ooohhh baby!" he sighed. "That feels great!"

It did indeed. The inches slipped by my lips and down my throat, six inches, seven, eight ... I couldn't get past that for a while but I wanted to so desperately that I forced the pace and brought number nine home. Just an inch to go! The faint touch of pubic hair against the tip of my nose egged me on. I withdrew briefly, took in a deep breath of air, relaxed my throat muscles as best I could, and then flung myself forward so that his cock lodged right inside my gullet and stuck there. My lips were against his pubic bush, all of him was in me, and I dug my nails into his ass with a kind of vicious joy. He wouldn't forget me too soon. I gave his cock a workout from the hilt back up to the glans, and Bob remained in the leaning position, groaning to himself, his loins restless. He seemed to be happy to stay like that and I began to wonder how I could induce him to go a bit further. But just as I was ready to say it out loud, he took my shoulders and gently raised me until we were face to face and his wet, big cock throbbed against my belly. "How would you like it?" he asked me. "From behind, on the grass, or in the back seat?"

"Oh Bob!" I shivered and almost came right on the spot. "What a choice! Do it just how you want it, that's what I want."

"Okay, you asked for it." He spun me around so that I faced the car and automatically I draped myself over the side. It wasn't too comfortable but all I could take seriously was that dick of his, so hard and big, pointing right at my cunt. He stood behind me and rested both his hands on my ass. His thumbs were almost inside the split between my cheeks and as his knob moved into position he started to pull at my flesh to open my cunt wide. I closed my eyes and shivered again as the cool air hit the inside of my cunt for a second. Then his knob pushed into that little pit and plugged up the hole but good. He felt bigger than he looked. His knob pushed my cunt flesh aside and barged in a little way, only to be trapped by the noose of muscle in there. Patiently he drew back and had another stab at it. Now that my juices were flowing and being distributed more evenly they washed about his knob and my entrance, and suddenly it was no trick to get in any more. A couple of short jabs and my cunt opened up to him like a girl's mouth opens to sweets.

"AAAUUUGGHHHH!" I quavered as the mighty weapon pushed its way up me. There seemed to be no stop to it! On and on it drove, a phalanx of rockhard flesh invading my cunt and stretching it beyond the point of pleasure. Knowing how self-conscious he was about his size I bit my finger to stop myself from crying out any more, and suffered in silence while more and more entered me. I felt as though I was being disemboweled! His impaling monster crawled into my cunt and seemed to be en route to my throat for a reverse blow job. I wanted to cry out desperately if only to get a short break from the pain of it all, but Bob was enjoying himself too much. The Roto-rooter man, I thought with bitter irony. What had made me think that I could take on so much manhood?

He touched bottom and there was a moment of peace. All I felt for that moment was a vague discomfort, the way you feel when there's a turd trapped just behind the sphincters. I only needed that one moment to adjust apparently, because when he moved back a few inches there was no more pain, only an eruption of delight! I couldn't get over it! He shoved it up me again and still it felt grand. Only around the edges of this new joy was there any pain but it acted as a frame to a beautiful picture, containing and defining it. "Yes, that's good!" I heard myself pant. "Oh God that's good! Yes, Bob, give it all to me! I love it, I love it!"

"It doesn't hurt you?" he asked with obvious relief.

"Not anymore!" I cried. "You're my kind of size!" That really loosened him up. No more tentative prodding for my new lover, no more dillydallying, he let loose with a barrage of thrusts that had me crying out in ecstasy and wonder. Great long strokes brought his knob thudding against my womb, his hands held my cheeks wide apart and his pubic bush bashed against my asshole. And all I could do was hang over the side of the car and express my bliss in short, hoarse cries.

After the first battering, he slowed down and started to make love to me in various ways. His cock slipped into overdrive, nice regular strokes that kept my pussy on the boil. One hand reached out and covered my left tit which he began to squeeze in harmony with his rod, the other hand caressed my ass and soon concentrated on my asshole. That did it. The moment he touched me there I began to come all over the place. I did it quietly and without fuss because I didn't want him to think he had taken care of all my needs yet. He had, but why stop him in the middle of his routine? His finger rotated about the periphery of my asshole and I could feel those little muscles dilating lustfully at the approach of an intruder. Anal lust, it was something I had never been at ease with but it was impossible to deny it. Any notion of his immense cock going up there would have terrified me at that moment, but I was more than ready to accommodate a finger or two.

His cock was merely idling when he pushed his index finger up my ass. It slipped in, in spite of my tightness, and once it was in me there was no getting it out. My asshole closed around it with all the energy of a Venus flytrap. Bob seemed to enjoy the sight of his finger up my ass because he kept saying to himself: "Look at that! Wow!" and moving his finger to and fro in there. At this point the side of the car began to cause me real pain and he had to stop while I fixed myself a comfortable spot by stuffing folded articles of clothing between my chest and the door. I folded my arms over the headrests of the driver's seat and told him to go ahead. At once his finger started a new motion, stirring my asshole up as it were and pulling into all directions. He was loosening me up for the introduction of another finger, and in the meantime his cock kept jabbing at the entrance to my womb. He didn't withdraw but kept trying to drive his knob in deeper, much to my delight. And that other hand made my tits feel loved, too. Everything was on edge, simmering, seething, hot, hard, and juicy, and he continued to make love to me as though I was a fine and complicated instrument. There wasn't a zone he overlooked. But, like all good lovers, he concentrated on the most sensitive ones.

Two fingers were up my asshole, digging into my flesh and pulling it up so that my cunt stretched tautly about his cock. I noticed that he was spreading some of the vaginal juices around the sphincters, but that only made it nicer for his fingers to be fucking me there. I felt a deep contentment leavened with sharp, flashing orgasms, and the last of that urgent lust was being eaten away in big bites. At one point I gave myself the James Test. I thought of my son in the most erotic position and there wasn't the slightest reaction!

"Oh Bob!" I moaned deliriously. "You're the greatest! No one's ever made me feel so beautiful! Fuck me some more now, just give me more of your big cock and I'll be satisfied!"

"In a minute," he said in a low whisper. My asshole was several times its normal size thanks to his steady manipulation, and it was glowing with pleasure. He made me feel incredibly sexy by touching me there and fucking me at the same time. But I was far from prepared for his next move. His cock suddenly backed out of my cunt and that big, weighty knob pressed into a vacated asshole. Oh no! James I could manage, but Bob was a full-grown adult and then some!

"No, no please!" I pleaded. "You're too big for that, Bob, no. later perhaps, or with some vaseline, but not like this!"

"I want it so much!" he said hoarsely.

"You really can't wait?" I owed him a lot, after all.

"I really can't." I bent further forward and grabbed hold of whatever was in reach, clenching my fists and teeth, growing tense all over. That thick knob pushed and pushed but made no headway. My asshole had clenched shut, too. I wanted to please him and repay him for all his erotic favors but pain was pain, and it scared me. His fingers dipped into my pussy again and again, smearing the juices along my sphincters and widening my orifice as best he could. It had an effect in the end. To my surprise I felt my anal muscles stretch groaningly, and then his thick knob eased a little way into my body. His breathing became sharp and fast and the motion of his hips more insistent, as he threw his body's weight into every thrust. He wanted to get in there so badly that I felt guilty for being tight. All of a sudden his glans moved in a little further up me, the awning of flesh lodging behind my sphincters. Now there was no getting him out and the pain was tremendous!

"Oh no, no, this is too much!" I whimpered. I shifted about on my feet to try and make it easier on myself but there was nothing to be done. His glans was inside and the rest was following inch by inch. In comparison his first entry had been as easy as slipping in the mud! He had me feeling like a slab of meat, draped over the side of his car and getting that big dong driven up my ass that way, and the further he got up me the worse the pain became. I had to fight back the tears. Even his manifest pleasure didn't console me. While he gasped and muttered his appreciation, I bit my lip and clenched my fists so hard that the blood welled up in my palms.

The pain reached a level of intensity at which it just couldn't go any further. My ass went numb. I didn't care anymore what he did to me, as long as he hurried up and got it over with. But then I learned a lesson which I'd already mastered long ago in cocksucking: once you give up worrying the body is able to adapt! Half his dick was. up my ass when I stopped caring, and right away my sphincters loosened up, some moisture began to be secreted around his invading cock and then, like a warp in my sexuality, the pain doubled back on itself and turned into pure pleasure!

I couldn't get over it! The searing, throbbing pain became searing, throbbing thrills. In an instant my pussy went from being arid to dripping wet, my nipples and clitoris stood up, and the rest of my body sprang back to life to hum and shake in tune with his lovemaking. Bob noticed the change because he began to fuck me with longer, more determined strokes, driving his cock so deep up my ass that it almost pushed my spine out of its mooring. A deep greed overtook me and my feet shuffled further apart and my ass cocked itself up at him for more of that delicious shaft. He gave me all ten inches of it, good and hard, and suddenly pussy-fucking seemed rather tame to me. One of his hands had a grip on my cunt, anyway, and busily titillated my clitoris while his mighty cock sank into my ass and drilled for oil. He was fucking me at full speed, and the friction between his cock and my ass rubbed me up exactly the right way.

"UNH! AH!AH!AH! HOLY SHIT, HUN, HUN!!" he went behind me, banging his dick up me at full pelt. "WOW, SSSSSSSSSSS-UNH" His sound effects were driving me crazy. My body felt as though it was full of live eels, all of them looking for a way out. His cock was digging a hole for them. And suddenly, as though something had switched on the flushing machinery, everything drained out of my body in one mad rush! I heard myself scream from a long distance away and then everything went woozy and I went limp. He kept on fucking me, still tense and excited, close to blowing, but for me the party was over. All I could do was lie over the side of his car and wait for him to finish. At last the douche of sperm broke loose in my ass. a soothing balm, and then he came to a slow halt.

He lay on top of me and his heavy breathing was all I could hear. But when he recovered I became aware of the forest's sounds again, the birds and the wind, the lapping of the waves. What if someone had been watching? As soon as he got off me I looked all around but no one was visible among the shady trees. I got dressed quickly and hopped into the car. Bob had jumped into the lake for a quick dip and took his time toweling down. He kept grinning at me and I wondered why. He'd had his and I'd had mine. All that remained for him to do was to drive me home and to keep quiet about this tryst. Poor Julie, I thought, I shouldn't have done this to her. Then again, I felt so free and in tune that I couldn't regret my bold move.

"When can I see you again?" he asked when he was dressed and back behind the wheel. He lit two cigarettes and leaned back to await my answer. I was surprised that he would ask me such a thing.

"Well.. . what about Julie?" I asked.

"Julie? Oh, I see, you think she has a monopoly on me. Listen, Leona, I'm thirty-five, I've got kids, I'm divorced, and I've seen a lot of the world, so why should I still be forced to act like a teenager? If you want to sleep with me, I'll be delighted. But don't think I won't go to bed with other women in between. So . . . when do we meet again?"

I was impressed with his candor and his logic, but at the same time I realized that if I wanted to see a lot more of him, I would have to be more than logical. "You want everything to be free and easy," I shrugged, "so I might as well be honest with you. My schedule is fairly heavy and I can't say ahead of time when I'll be free. But I'll call you, okay?" His face darkened slightly but he kept it straight. He took my number and started the car. Just to be sure he didn't think I was too uninterested, I rested my hand on his shoulder and said: "But you also have to know that you're the best, Bob, the finest lover of them all."

"Really?" He grinned widely on hearing that and revealed a side of himself that he'd tried to keep hidden before. He was childishly pleased to hear that he'd made such an impression on me, and I knew we were on the way to something more than casual fucking. But that was all I gave him that day. He drove me back to the motel and we took leave of each other like old buddies.

Outside the door I straightened my clothes and glanced into the window glass to see that my hair wasn't a mess, then I walked into the gloomy room where my son sat before the television. No lights were on, the curtains were drawn, and it took me a few moments to notice what he was doing. He had his pants around his ankles and a stiff cock in his clenched fist, masturbating idly over the picture on television. When I came in he didn't look up nor did he say anything, but when he found himself being ignored he changed his tactic.

"Hey, Ma, look what I got," he said, getting to his feet and walking awkwardly toward me. His pants dragged along the floor and the boyish cock (after Bob's) made him look kind of silly. I told him to pull his pants up and to grow up. "What's the matter?" he asked with obvious surprise. "Aren't we friends anymore? I really enjoyed what we did last night, Ma, can't we do it again? Please? Just once?"

"I told you, James, no more," I said firmly. He couldn't take no for an answer, he insisted, whined, pleaded, threatened, begged, and at last I settled for a compromise solution. "Okay, I'll do it for you, but you have to promise not to do this to me again," I said. He was ready to promise me anything just as long as I took care of his hard cock. I made him sit down again and kneeled beside him to get a good grip on his cock. He didn't last long. I jerked him off so that his foreskin rubbed against the lower section of his glans, and a minute or so later the sperm squirted out of his cock to land on my hand. I wiped it off and crashed down on the bed. What a day! I must have been frantic to embark on such a sexpedition! Still, it had been worth it. My mind was fixed on Bob, not my son. If only my son could find someone to replace me.