Chapter 5
Jim Gregory looked at his dozing wife and decided on a stroll. He eased his way out the door and closed it gently. He was quite surprised at his newly acquired ability to detect the superficiality of people. He realized that he was far from the norm. His mind was always full of erotic ideas, some bizarre and others perhaps depraved. He was quite aware of the many variations of sex in the so-called new scene.
He got hard-ons when he saw women with huge breasts or firm, bouncing asses. He walked out the front door and onto the street. A haughty-looking young woman in a tight purple mini-dress sailed by him. As she walked, he saw the round cheeks of her ass bounce, and the curve of her ample hips.
He feasted on her long legs, and under the sheer purple dress he could see the panties that he was sure were snug around her crotch.
He laughed to himself. She sure was in a hurry. Probably going to meet some well-hung stud. He walked faster to pass her, and then he saw that her dress was cut so low in front that her breasts bounced half-out. They were small breasts but well formed. They were supported at their bottoms by a snug half-bra.
She moved faster and he watched her turn and disappear into a doorway. When he got to the doorway, he saw that it was a nightspot. He paused, debating as to whether to enter. He was sure that the sex bomb who had gone in had a date waiting there. He grinned to himself. He was also sure that whoever it was would be sucking on her small tits before the night was over.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked in. His eyes gradually became accustomed to the dark and he saw the dim lights behind the bar and made out the figures on the stools. He spotted the girl, and there was an empty stool beside her. He took that one.
The bartender smiled at him. "What'll you have?"
"Rum and cola," he said.
The bartender blinked. "I haven't had anyone order that for a long time."
"That's what I want," Jim said.
The way the girl was sitting, her dress was bunched up and Jim could see her smooth white thighs. Her eyes caught his as he looked. Her ass looked tantalizing even in the darkened room.
Jim was served his drink and then another. The girl downed hers and had another. She began to twist on the seat nervously and look at her watch. Jim began to think about her as he stole glances at the cleavage of her breasts. The nipples pushed into the fabric of her dress and seemed very stiff. Jim liked titties. He was a titty man. He knew that women got excited when a man sucked their boobies. Titties were erotic zones.
Despite the drinks, his mouth was dry. He envisioned himself playing with her tits, twisting them in different shapes.
The bartender went over to her. "Bill's late."
"Yes," she replied.
"Never usually is," he said. "Maybe something else came up." The girl scowled. Like his dick." Jim was shocked.
The bartender laughed. "At least you know that he has three at a time. That's half the battle, Glenda."
She stared directly at the bartender. "He'll never find one to match me, Barney," she said sulkily.
It was obvious that they knew each other well.
"You must have an electric pussy then," the bartender laughed.
Her hands cupped her glass and she glared at him. "You men all want the same thing."
Barney gazed back at her. "What else is there with women?"
Her eyes grew steely. She licked her pink painted lips. She said softly, "You'd like it, Barney, I've seen you look at it often enough."
The bartender didn't answer. He moved down the bar to serve other customers, a man and a woman.
The girl looked at Jim and then back at her drink. Time went on and Jim ordered another drink. He smiled at the bartender.
"Ask the lady if she'll have a drink?" he said, pointing to the girl Glenda.
The bartender asked her then came back. "She said *No thanks,'" he told him.
"Okay," said Jim.
Her boyfriend didn't show in the next half hour and Glenda was boiling. She had a hot, musky look in her eyes as she turned to him. "Ill take that drink now, cowboy," she said.
Jim nodded and gestured to the bartender. "My name is Jim."
The bartender came over and Jim said, "I'll have another and the lady will have a drink now."
"What'll you have, Glenda?" Barney asked.
"Whiskey sour," she said.
That was the start. They really kept drinking. Jim told some jokes and she laughed. Then they talked. The man never showed up.
The drinks started to show on her face and her cheeks reddened. As he got woozy from the drinks, he looked at her and thought of what it would be like to have his hard prick slide in her open-lipped cunt. He was sure that she had a tight one, she was still young enough to not have stretched it that much.
Finally she got up. "Let's leave," she said "That son of a bitch isn't going to show."
The bartender frowned.
When they got to her car, she looked at Jim. "Got to race home to the little woman?" she asked.
"No." he replied.
She smiled. "When a man has a ring on his finger, I never know if he's got one in his nose, too. Hop in, we'll go to my place and I'll bring you back to your car."
He got in. She drove quickly and parked in the subterranean garage. As she walked, she swayed her ass and it excited Jim. They entered the elevator and she pushed the button for her floor. They got out when they reached her floor and she walked to her apartment. She fished into her purse for her keys and then opened the door. They walked in and she flicked on the light. Jim grabbed her and they melted into a french kiss. His hands slid down and covered her loose-cheeked bottom. He inched up her dress. Then he got her panties down and they slid to her ankles and she kicked them off.
She jerked her body as his finger entered her and he finger-fucked her. She still held the kiss. His cock was rigid. He guided her to the divan and she sat down. They broke their kiss.
"Fast worker, aren't you?" she said.
He kissed her again and unzipped her dress so that her breasts popped free from their half-bra. Then he dove for her right breast and captured the nipple.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she said, reaching for his fly. She unzipped it and drew his stiff prick out. The cock quivered in her hands. When she felt his balls, his scrotum sac was tight.
She smiled at him. "Ill bet you have a nice load for momma." She handled the heavy balls lovingly. Then she got up and slid the dress off. She was naked.
She got to her knees and kissed the head of his swollen cock, then looked up at him. She took the crown in her mouth, and her head bobbed as her tongue flicked out and licked the rest of the shaft. She moved her head so that she had half of his prick in her mouth. She gobbled the whole tool in, and her head bobbed up and down on the cock as she slurped on it. Jim moaned with pleasure.
She began to suck loudly. Her mouth was an instrument of pleasure. He could not understand why the other man had not showed up. This was a treat that many men would journey miles for.
He looked at her. She was really it, the skilled cocksucker. She sucked it gently, then harder and faster. He thought to himself that someday she would become one of the average women Her model's body would take on fat, and her hair would be scarred by hair dyes of different shades as she tried to recapture its former silkiness. She might even have screaming kids, the products of unprotected fucking. Once women have children and are chained to their homes they change, he knew, and become spiteful and emotional Dullness sets in.
Her head bobbed. She was not a private person. She was sensual. She seemed to be enjoying fellating him. He started looking down at her mound and the curly hair. He was sure that it was wet and he began to think of shoving his dick in her sexhole. If she was this good at giving head, what a screw she must be, he thought.
He remembered what a friend had told him about women who loved to suck pricks-that they love to have their pussies lapped.
He pulled his cock out of his fellatrix's mouth and she looked at him questioningly. "Wasn't it good?'
"Yes," he replied.
"Why didn't you come in my mouth?" she asked. "So many men like doing that."
He nodded, then lifted her up and kissed her, letting his tongue snake into her mouth and feeling her ass cheeks and letting his finger slide into her cunt lips. He let it slide in and began to finger-fuck her. Her ass began to move as she rode his finger. His prick was still hard and he felt her hand grip it and she began to frig it. Her tongue danced with his as they held the kiss. She broke the kiss and looked at him.
"You'd better lie down and let me hump you," he said urgently. "The way you're jacking me off I'll come in a few minutes."
She had a hot glazed look in her eyes as she let him lead her to the bed. She lay on her back and parted her thighs and he saw her slit. He mounted her and felt glorious as his cock eased into her wet pussy. Her cunt was wet and some of the love juice oozed out of her and wet his thighs. It had a stringent odor.
She was really aroused and she sighed, "Give me every inch of that cock. I wanted cock tonight and I thought about having a cock in me tonight. It wasn't yours, but now yours will do."
He balled her, and in no time she was writhing and churning in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, do it!" she moaned.
She was enjoying herself and he felt more of her love cream ooze from her. She was a real hot bitch, he thought. They screwed wildly. Her cunt was well muscled and well trained and she used it like it was another mouth. She drove him crazy, and he began to feel his orgasm forming. It started tingling and he arched, and she knew that he was about to ejaculate and she smiled "Come in me, sweetheart, give me every drop of that stuff. I love it. I can't get pregnant, I take the pill."
He let go in her and felt the jets of hot jism spurt in her. Her cunt sucked up and down on his tool, urging every drop out of his cock. It was a thrilling lay, something different for him. He was very aware that every woman was a different type of ass.
When she stiffened, her nails dug into his back. "I'm coming, too," she gasped. Her body quivered as she came once and then again.
Then they lay on the bed and he kept looking at her pussy. He had an erotic desire to eat her.
She noticed him staring at her love hole.
"What's so interesting about my cunt?" she asked.
"I have a desire to eat it," he said.
She frowned. "It's so wet and sticky now."
He got his hands on her big ass and parted her legs wider and began to move his face toward her wet notch.
"I've just got to eat your twat," he said excitedly.
"You eat your wife?" she asked.
He didn't answer. He was kissing and licking her loins. Then she felt him open her cunt lips and start licking her pussy. Waves of deep pleasure engulfed her and she sighed.
"Ahhhhhh, that's soooooggggooooooddddddd," she exhaled.
She could hear his loud lickings and his lapping. She felt even wetter down there than before and she was sure that she was lubricating.
He stopped, and she missed his hot breath, "Do you like it?" he asked. "Do you like your pussy lapped?"
"I love it," she sighed.
He started eating her again.
"Keep sucking it, lover," she urged. "I want to come."
She saw that he liked to talk dirty and decided that she was going to give him what he liked. She wanted more stiff prick in her and she also wanted to suck his cock some more.
As he sucked, she stared at his dick and saw it regain its former stiffness. The sight excited her. He had a nice rod and she liked the big hairy balls.
His tongue found her clitoris and she lost control of herself and gripped his ears.
"Ohhhhh, don't stop, eat me, eat me good," she urged.
She ground her cunt against his tongue as it moved across her swollen clitoris. Electric thrills shot through her. She arched her hips as she climaxed and then she looked down at him.
"Lick my asshole, I'd like that," she said. She was sure that he wouldn't-no man had when she had asked them-but she still asked. She had had it done once by an Italian kid years age and she had enjoyed it.
To her surprise, she felt his tongue find he? asshole and he began to lick it.
"Now, kiss my ass," she urged.
He peppered her smooth white cheeks with kisses.
"You are a real animal, aren't you?" she asked.
He was breathing hard. "I've never been like this. I just feel more uninhibited than I ever have in my life."
She began moving as he kissed her behind an then he started eating her pussy. She opened her eyes and she saw his stiff prick staring at her. She was in deep rapture as she looked at the plum-like head and licked her lips. She had enjoyed going sixty-nine before. His prick looked long, hard and fat, and she remembered how good it had tasted in her hot mouth before. She licked it, and then she gripped it with her hands and cupped his balls. Then she mouthed it and began to suck it. It had an immediate effect on him, and he bathed her pussy with his saliva as his tongue traveled in and out faster than before.
He began to quiver and she knew that it wouldn't be long until he came and flooded her throat with hot come. She came first, but she still sucked wildly.
Her mouth stroked his cock, and he shot in her mouth. She gobbled his sperm. It kept gushing into her mouth in jets and she swallowed it.
Later, as they lay back, she looked at him. "Wow, that was really something. I guess we are all animals. You lock two people up in a room and they really go back to nature, don't they?"
He nodded.
"I want to fuck once more. Do you think you can get it up again?" she asked.
"I'll have to rest. Then, if you suck me a bit, it'll get warmed up," he promised.
"I can't get enough sometimes," she explained, "and other times one screw and one come is enough. I really don't understand it."
"You got a beautiful ass," he complimented. "A cunt that grabs a dick like a hand and a nice pair of tits. If I was a robot, I'd enjoy fucking you around the clock."
She smiled. "Thanks."
"I hate women with big pussies that are loose," he said.
"I gather your wife had a tight one?" she interjected.
"Yes. It's loose now, but she knows how to position herself to make it tight," he revealed.
"All women do," she laughed. "It's part of the feminine mystique."
He reddened. "She's good in bed. She knows how to do it," he said weakly.
She laughed. "You don't have to defend your wife to me. You don't hear me talking about the guy who stood me up."
She had a sensuous smile as she snaked down on the bed and her ass turned so that it faced his face. She gripped his prick and kissed the head of it, then licked it like a lollipop.
She kneaded and squeezed his flaccid cock.
"Ahhhhh," he gasped as she worked it. It started to stiffen in her hand.
"I want it hard again for one last wild fuck," she sighed. "I have one big come left in me, 1 can feel it."
He wanted her to suck it and he knew that if she took it in her mouth it would get harder Hard enough to enter her steaming pussy. He could see the hot hairy hole of her cunt.
"I love to come," she said. "It's a short delicious feeling, but what a feeling! I know people who can't come, and they really are edgy and go ape trying to."
He shrugged. "You sound like you have sex on your mind all the time."
"I do," she said. "Most of the time. I think about it all day."
"You really wear sexy silk panties," he said. "Does the silk really excite women?"
She nodded. She was still playing with his dick. It was almost rigid. Then she kissed the head of his dick and slowly lowered her head, taking the length of the tool into her mouth.
He groaned and twitched under her sucking, red-hot mouth. He saw her parted thighs and the hairy lips of her cunt near his face. As she blew him, he lost control and he buried his face in her twat. He began sucking it and his tongue found her sensitive clitoris.
They thrilled each other with their oral ministrations. She had the first orgasm. She arched, and it was an earthquake orgasm that shook her like a cat shaking a mouse. Her legs were trembling and so were his.
He wanted to come badly, but she untangled them and sat on her haunches.
"Now we fuck, baby. I'll bet you really wanted to shoot a load down my throat, didn't you? Tell the truth now," she urged.
His cock was standing upright.
"Yes," he admitted.
She lay back and she parted her legs. He saw her inflamed pussy. He moved over her and she gripped his wet peter and guided it to her wet pussy. He slipped in and out of her wet cunt. He moved up and down and she twisted under him with circular motions.
"Ohhhh, honey, that's great," he said.
"lift my ass," she said. "You don't have it all in.
He obeyed, and the last few inches of his cock entered her split. He rode her and grabbed her breasts, and when they were hard he teased her nipples with his finger.
She gasped under him. He realized that he was just another instrument of pleasure and that he was a pickup and there was no romance involved in what they were doing. It was just pure carnal lust.
He rucked her resolutely, wanting to see her face as she came. He liked seeing a woman's face when she had an orgasm. Each one had a different look. It was strange, but true.
It was obvious that she was all for sex and had no hangups. Although he realized that this orgasm would be his last with her, he was sure that she had taken many a cock up that asshole of hers, in between those satin-smooth ass cheeks. He was sure that she had performed every sex act there was, including getting fucked between her beautiful red-tipped tits.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuuuuuccccckkkk,' she sobbed.
He was sweating from the effort. His cock fell like a big pole rammed up her. Her ass was whipping from side to side.
"It's so good," she sighed.
It was obvious to him that she had a constant need for sex. She was also erratic. She came quickly sometimes, and other times she took a long time to be brought to a climax.
He could feel the heat generating between them. She could feel his rigid peter stroking in and out of her.
"Move it, you bitch," he ordered. "Tell me how much you like it."
She was in no mood to talk.
He asked her again, "Tell me."
She was breathing hard.
"Tell me or I'll pull out," he warned her.
Her eyes took on a look of fear. "No, no, I'll tell you. I like it."
He was eager to dominate her now. "You like what?" he asked.
A look of understanding crossed her face. "I like to be fucked by your big cock. I love a dick in my hot cunt." She knew that the more obscene her words were the more they excited her, and she started to screw faster.
He felt her pubic hair rubbing against his as his cock moved in her sex hole. She was wriggling under him. Her pussy was flooding with her own juices.
Then she cried, "I'm coming!"
She came strongly and they kept screwing. "I want you to come too, lover, so badly. I want you to cream in me."
His passion-torn brain signaled his answer, "Yes, baby, I want to shoot in you. I love your cunt."
He groaned as she wiggled under him and he came in her. He ejaculated again and again.
Then she got up and he got up and they kissed. His peter shrank and she laughed.
"I think that we both had enough," she said. "Thank you."
He got dressed, and as he left he said, "Good night."
She smiled. "I hope your wife doesn't want it. You'd never get that cock up with a crane right now."
He had not been gone long when Glenda heard the door open softly. Thinking it was Jim back for more, she called half-laughing from the John, "What'd you do, baby-find that crane to prop your cock?"
It was not Jim who opened the bathroom door, but Glenda didn't realize it until too late. Nor did she have time to cry out as the leather lash of a whip wrapped itself cruelly about her neck. Mercifully, she was unconscious before the killer really got to work on her ... nor did she regain her senses in this world....