Chapter 5
Two days later James asked if he could move in with Julie. It took a lot of strength on my part to agree to that, and I made him promise not to neglect his schooling while living in sin. The whole situation was slightly unreal to me. I hadn't seen Bob in three days, Nellie was forever asking me back to her place above the diner, and lately Jeff had been showing an anything but boss-like interest in me. For all that, I could only think about my son. When he put his clothes and books into a suitcase and walked out of the motel room I felt empty and depressed. I had the day off and that only made it worse. Now there was nothing to distract me from my thoughts.
I decided very quickly that I wouldn't sit at home and mope. Hell, I was only thirty-five, with the figure of a teenager, as Nelly had said, and I didn't need a fifteen-year-old boy to keep me company. No, this move was for the best. Now I could bring my lovers home and maybe get to know a couple of them. Yes, I should be glad he was out of my hair! I got up, took a shower, put on a pretty dress, and left the motel room to see what was going on in town.
It was a warm day, clear and sunny, and most of the citizens were hard at work. But as in all towns the cocktail lounges sheltered those who didn't have to work or who plain didn't want to. My eyes had to adapt to the dim light inside the lounge and while they did I stood just inside the door and peered around uncertainly. It was like walking from day into night! A jukebox played a torch song, blue lights glowed over the bar, red neon sign announced liquor brands, and the muffled rumble of moody conversation hit me before I could make out individuals. A half dozen men sat scattered along the bar; a bald man was behind the counter and cleaned glasses with compulsive motions. The best looking guy was a middle-aged businessman in a suit of superior cut. I sat on the stool near his and asked the bartender for a drink. As expected, the businessman told him to put it on his tab.
"My name is Michael," he said, shifting over to the stool next to mine. "And I hope you feel like company because I sure do."
"I'm Leona and I don't mind," I said. He was handsome, greying at the temples, with a square chin, surprisingly clear blue eyes, and a winningly forthright manner. I was ready to take him up on any offer but for the sake of decorum we parried and thrust for a while. It turned out that he was a sales representative and his car was being repaired in a nearby garage. He had a few hours on his hands and eventually he suggested we spend them some place together.
"Let's go to my place, then," I said, downing the remains of my drink. "You must think I'm an awful tramp, Mike, but you attract me, you really do."
"Ah, a mature woman of the world," he said, rolling his eyes heavenward as though thanking somebody. "Let's go, my dear!" The light of day made us both a bit uneasy. He had picked me up and I had been picked up, the tramp and the 'trampee' ... but we were adults after all. As we rounded the last corner before the motel I saw James heading for our room. He had his suitcase with him and swung it so easily that I knew it was empty. What did he go back for? Oh yes, he hadn't been able to take it all. Damn!
"We can't go to my place, not yet," I said, pushing Mike back around the corner.
"Well, we can't wait," he said, glancing at his watch, "Hey, I've got it, let's go to a different motel."
"It's too far away and it might be full, anyway." I looked down the main street, searching for an idea. The movies provided it. "Hey, Mike, how long has it been since you took a girl to the movies?"
"The movies?" He looked at me as if I was crazy, but then the notion began to appeal to him. "You're a strange woman, Leona, but why not? The movies! Jesus Christ, I haven't done that for twenty years!" He laughed to himself all the way there. Gallantly he bought tickets for both of us and ushered me into the darkened theater. It was a typical country town offering, incredible amounts of blood and guts, no story. The audience was sparse and seated well away from each other. Mike chuckled as he led me into the back row. "What time did your mother say you have to be home?"
"Stop it!" I said, slapping him on the arm playfully. We sat in the upholstered chairs and looked at the screen for a while just to make sure we weren't missing anything. Then his arm came over my shoulder and I nestled into him, breathing in the masculine odors of lotion and sweat and cigars that always thrilled me for some reason. My hand unbuttoned his jacket and caressed his shirt. He was getting a bit portly but in a sexy way. I kept caressing his chest until he drew me up to him and kissed me with teenage passion. His passion surprised me but I happily went along with him. Now his hands were stroking my breasts from the outside of my dress. It was all so familiar and yet so new and exciting that I could feel my panties getting wetter with every thrust of his tongue, every caress of his big hands.
"Can I... touch you?" he whispered.
"Oh touch me, touch me!" I whispered back, and at once he undid the two buttons holding my cleavage closed, and one hand entered to squeeze and cup my breasts with the kind of appreciation that sent lightning bolts of ecstasy directly to my cunt. My mind kept shuttling back and forth between the times I'd had to get my licks in a movie house, and the present. How much better it was now that I loved with adults ... but how much sharper and brighter had the sensations been then! At that moment the best parts of both periods seemed to melt together, and as he caressed my breasts and whispered his passion to me, I felt myself drifting into the realm of unmitigated ecstasy. My hand came to rest on his lap and found a large, hard cock idling under the soft fabric. Briefly I looked around to make sure we were safe. There were no others in the back row but an old lady sat ahead of us in the next tier. Still, she looked deaf and senile. I unzipped him and took out his piece.
"It's so big!" I whispered, nuzzling him fondly. "What can I do with all that, Mike?"
"Just hang on to it for a while," he replied. His hand came to my knee and stayed there for a moment as if he expected me to slap it away. I was tempted to just for the sake of the past, but my loins were too hot, I could only wait so long. So he started his gradual progress up the inside of my thighs, moving forward, pausing, moving another inch, and each time he moved his hand up my pussy twinged violently and more sap was secreted. My panties were embarrassingly wet by this time. He would know everything when he touched them! "I want you!" he whispered, his hand an inch from the diamond.
"I want you too!" I said, and right away he touched on third base. Embarrassed or not, my pussy moved forward to press hard against his hand and a second later his fingers had tugged the elastic out of the way and now it was flesh against hairy flesh. His index searched for my hole. Briefly I tensed up, a habit from oh so long ago, and then he slipped it up me. My thighs parted and I embraced him feverishly, kissing him and rubbing his cock with my closed fist. This was almost as good as get- ting laid! The subtle squishy sounds his finger produced were like private music, something only we could relish. As far as I was concerned he could finger me all the way through to the newsreel!
But Mike had more than that in mind. Again he whispered that he wanted me and I made the standard reply. He took my panties off, asked if he could keep them, and stuffed them into his coat pocket before undoing his belt and letting his trousers down to his knees. "Bend over the next row," he whispered, "and I'll put it to you in a way you'll never forget."
"You must be joking!" I exclaimed.
"Ssshhh! I'm not. Go on, just lean over."
"But everyone will see us. No, Mike, sit down, I'll blow you, that's an awful lot safer."
"Just do as I say. There's nothing to worry about, as soon as I'm in you'll sit down and anyone who sees us will think you're just sitting on my lap."
"Well..." I did want him and it sounded plausible, "Okay, but if someone comes along you'll have to let go."
"I promise." As I leaned over the seat in front of me I stole another glance at the old lady. She seemed oblivious even to the movie. Mike had moved in behind me and parted my cheeks to admit a cock of formidable proportions. Elsewhere in the theater silhouetted figures of strangers appeared over the tiers of chairs, all of them focused on the screen. If only they knew what was happening behind their backs! A surge of excitement flashed through me at the thought of that. Already his cock was an inch inside me and I was leaning over the seats lower and lower to let more of him in. Yet none of the audience knew it! I felt wicked and sexy and a little bit crazy as I submitted to Mike's wishes but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. His cock moved into my cunt with short, urgent jabs until my flesh had yielded and fitted itself around his thick stalk. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he drew his cock back and pushed it up me to the hilt!
I almost let out a yell of pleasure but managed to stifle it by burying my face in my folded arms. There was no stopping him now. His cock pushed in and pulled out with increasing speed. His nails dug into the flesh of my ass, and his breathing became audible! I wanted him to sit down now so I could sit on his knee and be less conspicuous. My ass felt like a beacon in the night sticking up like that. But when I tried to push him back into his seat he responded by driving his cock right up me, and from then on I kept pushing back only to get the same penetration. He was a wonderful fuck, laving his cock in me from left and right, top and bottom, and after a while he began to shake my buns so that the flesh flexed hard enough to agitate my cunt even more. The juices were running down my legs and they caused his stroking to become very noisy. Surely someone would hear us! Luckily it was a noisy movie, lots of gun play and yelling, so we went unnoticed for the time being.
He slowed down suddenly and one of his hands moved forward to get at my tits under my dress. His fingers pushed my bra cup out of the way and grabbed hold of my tits with savage strength, mauling them, kneading them, all the while letting his cock ride in and out of my cunt with great restraint. I felt my knees turn to jelly. He was going to have to sit down very soon or I'd fall off his cock! I tried to tell him but the words wouldn't come. My body would, though. I went through all sorts of weird contortions emotionally, not knowing half the time whether I was happy or sad, about to come or cry! He had me spinning like a top but now and then he would deliver a battery of strokes that solved all my problems with a good, hard, clear climax. Oh God, how long was he going to keep this up? Mike was in complete control of me, manipulating me for his own amusement, and there was nothing I could do about it! There was a break in the action on screen. A love scene, soft music, whispered words, and lingering stares. I heard myself sobbing with pleasure and quickly he put his hand over my mouth and slowed down his fucking even more. "Ssshhhh, baby, hold it down for a minute!" he hissed. I tried my best but by this time I was in such a turmoil that it was impossible to control the eruptions of my passion in various parts of my person. He had wound me up and now I could only wait to wind down. The action cranked up again after a little while, not a moment too soon for either us us. Mike was approaching his culmination. His fucking was less smooth, less rhythmic, his caresses were cruel and erratic, and his breathing was positively alarming. Now he started to slam his cock up me with all his might, he forgot about my tits, all he wanted to do was finish us both off. Through my purple haze I glanced at the old lady. She had not only spotted us, she was joining in from the sidelines! I couldn't believe it when I saw the motion under her dress in the vicinity of her lap but after another look I couldn't deny it any longer. She was jerking off to beat the band, at her age! Well, as long as she was happy.
Mike came with a bang, pumped every last drop of his cream into me, and then pulled out to dab at my pussy with his handkerchief. I took it from him, folded it, and put it into my panties to soak up his excesses. When we were seated once more, fully dressed and behaving like most other people in movie houses, he noticed that the old lady in front of us was beating off. "Disgusting!" he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Come, my dear, let us leave this pit of iniquity."
Once outside there was little for us to say to each other. Our eyes expressed how much we had enjoyed our meeting. It had been like a clink of wine glasses, and now it was over. We shook hands, smiled, and parted. I strolled back at my leisure and tried to figure out what had happened. There was no one in the motel room. I threw the sperm soaked handkerchief into the dirty laundry and took another shower, but once that was done I found myself facing the same problem as before. Nothing to do, and no one to do it with.
Briefly I thought of returning to the bar and trying my luck again. But no, that would be stretching it too far. Best to go to the diner for a cup of coffee. At least I knew people there. When I arrived there weren't many customers around. In an hour's time the place would be crammed but until then Jeff and Nelly had little to do but clean ashtrays and table tops.
"What's this I hear," Nelly said when she saw me, "your little boy has moved in with Julie? Is that right?"
"Well, they seemed to take to each other," I shrugged.
"But he's only fifteen! I don't know how old Julie is but she has to be around twenty. Don't you think that's too much of a difference?"
"Five years? Why, I'll bet there's five years between you and me," I teased her. Nelly laughed and got up to get a customer's order. Jeff came over and sat for a bit. The big bald man had a bad case for me. He looked to me like he was about to add pepper and salt to me, but when he spoke he tried to be cool. Lately he'd been taking a certain line with me, the kind designed to let me know he knew I was horny and that he'd be glad to help me out. After all, living without a man wasn't good for a woman. I hadn't responded to him much but now I had another factor to contend with: my fear of being alone. Jeff wasn't much to look at but he was human and he could look after me.
"You sure are pretty, Leona," he said suddenly. I was shocked! He had apparently decided on a new tack.
"Why, thank you Jeff." I gave him a big smile and fluttering lashes.
"I mean it. Listen, now that you're not on duty and I don't have to be your boss ... what do you say?"
"What do I say to what?"
"You know. What do you say to coming out back for a while."
"Is there something you have to show me out back?"
"Yes, yes that's right, I want you to see something there," he said. What a clumsy oaf he was. Still, it endeared him to me in a peculiar way. He wanted me so badly and he didn't quite know how to express it. None of that suave gigolo shit with Jeff. I smiled again and got up to follow him out through the kitchen and into the backyard. There wasn't much to be seen, just an array of garbage bins and an outhouse, and once we were outside Jeff was lost for words.
"What did you want to show me, then?" I asked.
"Er ..." He looked around in a near panic. "Let's go into the bathroom and we'll talk."
"But that's the Ladies'!" I objected. He was blushing furiously and hardly knew what to do with his hands. I was enjoying myself immensely. "Jeff, what's going on here? Are you trying to seduce me or something?"
"No ... yes, I don't know," he fumbled. "Aw fuck it, come on, get in there, I can't do it nicely so I'll do it rough!" His change in behavior caught me off guard. Just as I was starting to see him as a nice big bear he turned into a snarling beast. The blush turned into the flush of fury and before I could flee he had bundled me into the Ladies' and locked the door. "I want you so bad!" he muttered, fiddling with his zip. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you'd never look at a stiff like me but that's not fair. I got feelings too, you know, I like women, like 'em a lot, you got no right to be a smart ass to me! Come on, take off those clothes, I want to see you naked, I want to see your tits and your cunt ... oh Jesus, yes, I want to see your cunt so bad I can taste it! Get them down, Leona, now!"
I was undressing already! He seemed to be in a rapist trance, capable of anything, and that scared me. I hung my clothes on a hook and by the time I was naked he had managed to let his pants down. A thick stub of cock poked up at me, flushed and hard. Now what? Jeff was quick to issue more instructions. "Now sit on the John with your legs wide open. Go on, pull it open, let me see the pink meat. Oh yes, that's beautiful, beautiful, what a cunt. I dreamed about it but it's much nicer in real life. Open it up further, make it move, that's right."
I moved my hips as though a phantom was fucking me and that was what Jeff wanted. His hand went down to his cock in a practiced motion to start beating himself off, and his face was so close to my cunt that I could feel his hot breath brushing along the exposed inner flesh. "Turn around," he panted, "and bend over. I went to see your asshole. Goddamn women pretend they ain't got an asshole but I know they have. All of them do, countesses, movie stars, and all those rich bitches who wouldn't give me a smell of their farts! Yeah, there it is, and it smells like shit, too, just like mine. You're so fucking beautiful and lovely and everything but you shit and you piss like me. Goddamn bitches! Think they're too good for me!"
He kept gibbering in the same vein and at the same time he poked his nose into all my private places. By taking less notice of what he was saying and more of what he was doing, I managed to wring a good time out of the situation. It always amazed me how thrilling men found it to look at my naked body, but it also flattered and pleasured me. His nose poked up my asshole and his tongue tasted my pussy, yet he kept on muttering. There were moments of recurring panic. After all, he was behind me and I had no ways of preventing him from doing me hard. For all I knew he was about to give me the beating of my life! There was danger everywhere. Even his thick stubby cock took on the appearance of a blunt instrument.
"Don't hurt me, Jeff, you know I like you. I don't know what other women have done to you but haven't I been a pal to you?"
"Shut up, bitch!" he said coldly. Fingers pried about in my orifices, he sniffed and tasted, or simply rubbed his face against my buns. The minutes ticked by and my fear of him slowly turned to a kind of blasé weariness. The question became: would he do anything? I doubted it. He was so happy touching me and looking at my ass, storing up dirty pictures for the lonely nights to come, that I doubted if fucking had even occurred to him. But that's where I underestimated him, in part anyway.
"Turn around," he said when he was done with his canine exploration. "I want you to suck my cock and I want you to swallow it!" He looked at me as though he had just asked me to shit on a glass-topped table. For his sake I made anguished faces and pleaded with him not to make me do such a disgusting thing. He was so easy to read. The more I pleaded, the more tyrannical his mien became. "Eat it, bitch! Eat it whole and if you spill one drop of my vital juices you're in real trouble."
"Jeff, no, how will I ever be able to look myself in the eye again?"
"Eat it or I'll blacken both of them!" he yelled. I made sobbing noises, moistened my lips, and got down on him with secret relish. His cock wasn't very long but it was a real mouthful just the same, and I was up for a good bout of cocksucking. My taste buds were ready, just as they were ready for a cigarette at a certain time of day after a cup of strong coffee. And the rest of my body felt warm and easy after his visual foreplay. I would have eaten him whether he had wanted me to or not!
His cock forced me to open my mouth as wide as it would go. It took me a minute or so to get his number and to control my breathing, but once that was in order there were no more difficulties. Jeff leaned against the wall and gazed down at me benignly but with glassy eyes. I was on my knees on the floor, naked, sucking his cock with long bobs and pursed lips. He had nothing more to say. His anger subsided as his blood rose, his eyes fell to, his arms hung limply by his side, and now he was in my power. I licked around and around that hard dick, sucked his balls, kissed all around the stem and plucked his pubic hairs with my lips. He loved every moment of it. My hands caressed his powerful, hairy thighs and the big hard buns of his ass, and it became a pleasure for me simply because he appreciated it all so much. Already I felt his cock contract and pulse violently. His hands were on my shoulders and his fingers tensed at that moment. He must have had a hell of a struggle to fight it back, but he did it. Now I really poured it on. I sucked and licked, loved and lavished his cock with kisses, I ran my tongue down along his pendulous ball bag and further up to the sweaty fold of his ass, I stroked the inside of his legs, reached up to his chest to pinch his nipples and toy with the curly hair there, and the big man melted! He slid down the wall very slowly, and he was aware of it but could do nothing to stop his gradual progress toward the floor. Like a big drunken kid he sat down heavily and remained in that position while I kept on sucking his dick. Now he had no strength to hold himself back. By closing my lips tightly around the base of his cock and moving up and down, I evoked a burst of cream from him that filled me to bursting in an instant. He kept on coming and coming, great bursts of rich, hot cream, and I had to swallow like mad to keep pace with him. His warning rang in my ears: don't spill a drop! I certainly didn't want to.
At last he was dry. I swallowed down the last of his salty, warm cream and looked up at his face to see how he was faring. Jeff looked as though he had fallen asleep. I got up and put my clothes back on, washed my face and, since he seemed to be out of it, sat down to have a quick leak. Of course the hissing sound made him wake up. He looked very happy when I reached between my legs with a wad of toilet paper and wiped myself.
"You dirty old man," I said, flushing the John and hoisting my panties back up.
"How true," he sighed. He got to his feet and asked me to check and see if anyone was watching the bathroom. I told him the coast was clear and he immediately scurried out. But when we came back into the diner Nelly guessed right away what had happened.
"You better give her a raise," she said to Jeff with a wide grin. He didn't answer. I sat down in a booth and sipped a fresh cup of coffee Nelly brought me. There wasn't much on my mind, I was just daydreaming. Suddenly Nelly was by my side. "Come on, get up," she whispered. "Bob came in and you should be the one to serve him."
"What? Why me?" She shook her head, indicating that she knew it all and I should do as I was told. I got up and went over to him to take his order. He looked dishevelled and he stank of liquor. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, or combed his hair, and when he looked at me I saw that his eyes were bloodshot.
"Black coffee," he mumbled thickly. "Lossa black coffee."
He didn't seem to recognize me. I made to get the coffee but thought the better of it. "I'm taking this man home," I told Nelly. She told me where he lived and when I had fished his car keys out of his pocket she helped take him to his car. Bob didn't protest. He kept muttering about women, how faithless they were, how they screwed up a man's life, much the same rap as Jeff had laid on me not long ago except that Bob could get plenty of women and Jeff couldn't. I listened attentively even when his speech became too slurred to be intelligible. Nelly closed the door and I drove off slowly in his pickup truck. What was he really saying? One woman was giving him the most trouble ... but was it me or Julie?
I didn't get the answer to that question until we were at his place. Bob lived in a big, spacious ranch house, messy inside but very comfortable. No one was home but it was clear that a number of people lived there. I dragged him into the bathroom with the last of my strength and when we were in there I let him drop into the tub and turned the cold shower on him. It took him a minute or so to understand what was happening, and then he protested without moving.
The rehabilitation process was a long one. I managed to get his clothes off and let the cold water revive him until he was almost civilized again. Then I let the tub fill with hot water, I brought him a pot of black coffee, and helped him bring the cup to his mouth. He recognized me at last. "Leona, it's you!" He smiled, shook his head, and took hold of the cup with a steadier hand. "Wow, you must be really impressed to see me getting drunk over you."
"Over me?" I asked, my heart beating wildly.
"Yeah, you, who else? Hell, I've never missed a woman like I missed you these last couple of days. I wanted to come see you but my pride ... aw shit, give me more of that coffee, honey."
Now my hands were unsteady. He drank more of the coffee until he could talk without slurring, and he explained to me the reasons for his behavior. His former wife had, apparently, loved him less than he had loved her, and he had suffered so much from that imbalance that he had resolved never to be on the losing side again. When he had met me, some of the same emotions had erupted. "But I was stupid to think I hadn't grown since my first wife," he said. "It occurred to me during a lucid moment in that binge that I can handle such situations now ... and I want you to marry me."
"What?" This was too much for me. He'd only taken me out once and I had acted like a complete slut for him. Now, with several other lovers behind me, I wondered if I could take him up on his offer. "Gosh, Bob, I don't know, this is all so sudden."
"Come into the tub with me," he said, "and we'll think about it together."
"Okay, but are you sure you're sober enough to be making propositions?"
"You mean proposals? Sure I am, and I intend to prove it to you." He sounded confident and capable, and I could hardly wait to get my clothes off and to jump into the tub with him. Once in the hot, sudsy water he pulled me over on top of his body and started to kiss me passionately. My head was spinning, I wasn't ready for any of this. Liquor was on his breath and again I worried if he knew what he was doing. But his caresses were firm and forceful and there was nothing dubious about his erection "Tell me you're not stringing me along," I whispered between kisses. "I'd be really crushed if you were playing with me, Bob." I didn't care if he was drunk anymore, I wanted his word. And he gave it over and over as his strong hands aroused every part of my body. He even set the date, one week from that day, just as soon as the license had matured. When he got down to such details I couldn't help but believe him, and I threw my arms about his neck and kissed him so fiercely that we slipped under water and almost drowned each other.
"And now how about a bit of premarital sex?" he said.
"Isn't that bad luck?" Both my hands were on his hard throbbing cock and squeezed it fondly. I wanted to go down on him but the bath water was too deep. Bob placed both his hands on my hips and moved me back until his cock was right under my cunt. I had tried screwing in a bathtub before and knew how difficult it was, so I sat on his cock in such a way that it fitted neatly between my labia, and started to slide back and forth over it. Bob enjoyed that but he was too intent on fucking to be content with anything else.
"Put it in for me," he said hoarsely. Even though I knew it would cause me pain I was too horny not to give it another try. I got up on my knees and reached for his cock under the water, then pointed it up at my cunt hole. As expected there was far too much resistance to let him in. But Bob wasn't about to give up. He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled my buttocks apart so that my cunt opened wider, and by sheer brute force he managed to belt his cock into me an inch or so. The pain shot through me like a flame, and I gritted my teeth as he continued to batter my cunt with his rod. Why was he doing this to me?
"It hurts, Bob!" I moaned, begging for mercy now. "Put some vaseline on it or something, please."
"It's almost in," he panted. His hands dug into the flesh of my hips and strained to get more of his thick cock into me. Somehow he succeeded, more of his cock barged into my sorely tried cunt, and then he gave it one big shove and lodged the rest of himself up there. He stopped for a moment and pulled me toward him so he could kiss me. I could hardly bend over. His cock felt like a broomstick inside me! While I was there I reached for the plug and raised it surreptitiously. Bob was too involved to notice the water draining out but as soon as it dropped below the level of my cunt I certainly noticed it.
At once my fluids surrounded his cock and made all the difference in the world. That broomstick turned back into a cock, a big hard virile cock that was going to be all mine from that moment on! His motions fitted in with mine easily, his hips lifting as mine dropped, and we fucked among the suds like expelled celibates. He kept me on top of himself for as long as he could but then he obviously wanted to lay into me with more force than that position allowed. I could see it coming and before he could suggest it I was off his impaling cock and draped over the side of the tub to receive him in style.
I loved the feeling of him hunching over me like a bull in heat, driving his cock up my cunt with all his strength, huffing, grunting, sweating on me, and prodding the very depths of my cunt to produce the wildest sensations in my loins. His cock was big enough to make my cunt and clitoris flex with every stroke, there was no need for him to do me with his hands, but he did anyway. He squeezed my tits, stuck a finger up my asshole, titillated my clitoris, a case of sheer overkill. All I could do was hang over the side of the bath and scream my delight! His cock packed a punch that jarred my innards and made my eyes bulge. Those thick inches of his were reason enough to marry him. "Go, Bob, go!" I groaned, my head turning from side to side to let off some of the steam building up inside me. "I love it, I love you, fuck me Bob, I'm all yours! Oh yes, that's so nice, OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH WOW! DEEPER NOW, DEEPER, DIG IN, YES BOB, YES, YESSSSSSSS!!" The yells echoed through the bathroom and when I stopped it became strangely silent. Only Bob's grunts persisted, each one accompanied by a deep thrust. I was spent. He had fucked me to the other side of ecstasy.
"Finish it off with your mouth," he whispered. I nodded and when he pulled out of me I slumped over on my back and he presented his oily erection to my slack mouth eagerly. At first it just felt like a sausage between my lips but the taste of my own cunt juices and the potent pulses of his cock aroused a new kind of passion in me, a purely oral one. My whole body was content but my mouth thrilled with desire. All too soon I had licked the juices off his cock. I loved the tart, piquant taste of my pussy, but that was my secret. Now I wanted a substitute, and he had two balls full of it.
I sucked his cock with a zeal that surprised even me. With moans and shivering sighs I wrapped my tongue about his hardness and took it down my throat and caressed his balls, doing my utmost to make him come into my mouth. My taste buds were quivering in expectation. Bob was showing all the signs of surrender. A lick, a nibble, a suckle of his balls, and he began to take in air through clenched teeth. At once I clamped my mouth over his knob and pursed my lips good and tight so that not a drop would escape me. Bob grabbed hold of my head and started to drive his cock down my throat with long, fucking motions. The tenseness of his motions told me it wouldn't be long. And then, with one last mighty shove that pushed his knob down my gullet, he released his load and sent it flooding into me. I climaxed with him, my whole body shaking and trembling, but my head remained steady, attached to his dick. I sucked him till his cock had shrunk away to a shadow of its former self, and even then I was reluctant to let it go.
"That's enough," he said eventually. "I don't want you to get tired of it too soon."
"Ill never get tired of it," I promised him.
"Well, we're going to be finding that out," he grinned. "Forty years from now you may not want to look at it anymore, and then I'll remind you of today."
"No chance," I said, planting a kiss on its flushed little head.