Chapter 7
There was no doubt about it anymore. Paul was changing. He no longer even slightly lusted after Joyce. Her body, her character, her presence all turned him off. It got so that even the short intervals that he was with her were pure agony. He often compared her to the younger girls that he had been fooling around with and Joyce seemed to fall short on every account He longed for her to find fault with him, to take their child and leave him. Even the child, though he loved her, Paul knew he'd not miss her. Then, he'd be free ... free to find himself and someone with whom he could share his interests and life.
However, even though Paul made life uncomfortable for Joyce, even though he picked arguments and criticized and affected a surly character, she wasn't bothered. It was almost as if Paul didn't exist for her. She went about the mechanical aspects of housekeeping, the daily rituals that she had performed without emotion for years. His change in personality went almost unnoticed. Paul started to plot a scheme. Maybe he should confess to her about his escapades. Maybe he should even let her catch him in the sack with some cute young broad. Surely then she'd have to leave, she'd have to divorce him-just as a matter of pride.
But that wouldn't be good, wouldn't be pleasant-in fact, it could even cost him his job. The school system was intolerant of scandal and the only girls that Paul had been fooling around with were certain to bring a scandal for him.
For the time being Paul just had to sit tight After all, it wasn't really that bad. Joyce didn't ask him any questions, didn't even care that he would stay out late. She was totally unconcerned. Things would just have to go on the way they were until something happened to change them ... happened naturally.
After school was in full swing Joyce took their daughter with her to visit some of her relatives in Louisiana. For some reason the visit was important for Joyce and she insisted on going and bringing her daughter with her.
Paul offered no objections, in fact, he was glad to be rid of her for a week. It would be, he thought, a pleasant week, almost a reprieve from her constant presence. But it wasn't destined to work out that way-he received a phone call the third day that she was gone, that their daughter was hit by a car and that he'd have to fly down and take them home.
Reluctantly Paul made the trip and was semi-relieved to find that the injury to his daughter was minimal and that there was no real need for his presence.
The town where Joyce's relatives lived was small ... very small and the boredom of the place was oppressive. There was simply nothing to do, especially if one didn't get along with his wife.
Paul took to taking walks, since he had no car and would walk out of town down along the dusty country roads, past acres of farms and woods. It was still quite hot down in Louisiana and Paul wished that he were back in New York as he ambled down the road.
Then he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes gaped and his mouth dropped open. About twenty feet in from of him was one of the sexiest bitches that he had ever seen. Paul had heard all of the stories about southern belles but this one was more than he ever imagined. She was a real knock-out, with her big tits pressing against the flimsy material of her blouse and a pair of shorts that looked like they were painted on her.
Paul couldn't believe that he was reacting the way that he was, with every movement that she made. He became hotter until his big prick was rock-hard and straining against the material of his levis and it made its way down his, leg.
For a moment their eyes met and Paul was unsure ... afraid that she was going to go running off. After all, he was a stranger. But instead, a large smile reshaped her features, making her even prettier than before.
Her smile was contagious and he felt his own features lighting up in anticipation-almost as if his features had a will of their own. He felt his feet moving in her direction and in a matter of seconds he was standing right in front of her.
"Hi," she said, smiling broadly and dragging the word out in a sexy southern drawl.
"Hello," Paul answered.
"You're a stranger around here, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Where are you from?" she said almost not interrupting her sensual smile.
"New York."
"New York? ... you're a long way from New York. How come you're walking?"
"Well, we're just down here visiting some relatives and since there was nothing to do I thought I'd take a walk around."
"No sense to that. You'll just work yourself up and got hot ... awfully hot," she said, her eyes flicking down to Paul's hard-on.
"You live around here?" Paul asked.
"Yeah ... right here."
"You like it?"
"Are you kidding. Things are usually so dull around here that I can't stand it. There's no one to talk to except my Daddy."
"This is a big farm for just two people to run."
"Oh, no, there are lot of guys who work here but I'm not allowed to talk to them."
"Why not?"
"Well, 'cause Daddy's afraid that I'm gonna get myself into trouble with one of them ... "
"Is he right?"
"You bet he is! If I had the chance I sure would."
"How old are you?" Paul asked, not wanting to fuck around in a strange state with jail bait.
"I'm nineteen, how about you?"
"Twenty six," Paul answered.
"That's funny."
"Why?"
"Because you don't look twenty-six. You don't look that old."
"Thanks ... by the way, what are you doing walking along the road," Paul asked.
"I was just about to have some lunch and couldn't find anything to open the soda with so I was looking along the road for a nail or something ... by the way, would you like to join me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that and you don't have to look for anything anymore because I've got a bottle opener in my pocket."
"Great," the girl squealed merrily. "Follow me."
She moved off the road and back across the field to a blanket that she had spread in the shade of a large oak tree.
"Well, sit down," she said, gesturing with her hand to the blanket on the ground.
"Thanks," Paul answered and moved over to the blanket sitting down on the grey wool.
She sat down next to him, so close that their bodies rubbed together. For a moment she didn't do or say anything-then before Paul knew what was happening her hand was resting on his leg, moving upward along his jeans expertly to that spot which was burning with desire.
Paul became fully conscious for the first time that his hard-on was fully visible the whole time and he suddenly realized that was what she wanted.
"You don't waste any time, do you ... " he asked, running his hand over one of her ripe firm breasts and squeezing it.
"You wouldn't either if you lived with Daddy all your life on this rotten farm with nothing to do ... you think you have it bad. At least your life gives you something to look forward to."
"Me ... I'm married-and to a wife that won't put out, that just wastes my time."
"You mean you don't do anything with her?"
"That's right. There's nothing between us ... anymore."
"You poor baby. Why, that must be terrible," she said with her southern drawl.
"You'll find out just how bad in a minute," he said, pushing her backwards on the blanket until she was lying flat.
In a moment of desire Paul caught her body in his arms and began giving her a dry fuck. Her body undulated and molded against his and he sought her lips with his mouth and then covered them, probing his tongue into her open, waiting mouth.
As she groaned beneath the solidness of his body her hand moved in between their two straining figures and her fingertips closed around the outline of his prick.
When she did this a gasp came from her mouth.
"You've got one of the biggest I've ever felt."
"It's not so big. Only eight or nine inches ... "
"But it's so thick and so hot ... "
"Glad you like it, baby ... by the way, is this place safe?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does anyone drive by or ... you know, someone come by that will interrupt us?"
"Nobody ever comes down to this end of the farm. It's just wasteland here. All the activity is acres and acres away ... that's why I come here."
"That's all I was waiting to hear," Paul said.
In the next moment he moved off her and pulled her to a sitting position. His fingers worked more quickly than he thought possible as he unbuttoned her blouse, nearly ripping it as he pulled it from her.
Then his hands moved around to her back and unclasped the straps of her bra and with one strong yank pulled it free from her body.
Two of the nicest, juiciest, biggest tits that he had ever seen fell into view and his eyes nearly bulged out with delight.
"What a pair of knockers you've got ... "
She didn't answer. Instead she reached up and pulled him to her and began covering Paul's head and the back of his neck with kisses as he clamped his lips over one of her nipples, sucking on it for dear life and letting his tongue flick out and flatten the hard nipple as it strained forward.
This was really heaven. His hungry lips moved from one nipple to the other, licking at them and squeezing them with his fingers, weighing them in his hands. All the while she was kissing him all over and stroking his extended joint through the material of his pants.
Paul couldn't get enough of those tits, couldn't get enough of her hot flesh and when he eased back slightly to admire them with his eyes he saw that he had covered practically every square inch of them with saliva and that they glowed bright and gleaming in the sunlight.
He felt her fingers trembling as they moved around the front of his body and began unbuttoning his own shirt. When at last she had succeeded in unbuttoning it she pulled free of his pants and began tugging.
Paul quickly helped her, letting the shirt slide down over his shoulders. When his shape came into view she gasped again.
“My God, what a beautiful body you have!” Her fingers reached out and came to rest on one of his bulging biceps.
"Do you lift weights or something ... ?"
"I did," he answered.
"You sure as hell are in shape," she said, letting her hands slip from his bulging arm to Paul's solid chest ... "Come on, muscle man, make love to me."
Paul was unable to answer, at least with words. He reached out to her, this time with both hands and took her huge white globes of flesh, squeezing them unmercifully.
His own hands reached out to his arms and enjoyed the feel of his rippling muscles.
But now Paul needed more than just her tits ... much more. He needed that cunt and so he began roughly pulling on her shorts until they snapped open. He quickly eased them down, taking her panties with them as well, sliding them down over her legs.
She let go of his arms and laid back, flat on the blanket, lifting her hips to accommodate him.
As Paul pulled them down from her waist and her cunt came into view he began to tremble more with excitement. He didn't bother to look where he tossed her shorts. He couldn't really care. Instead, his head darted down between her legs and he began licking every part of her cunt lips.
Paul began tongue fucking her wildly, crazily, not being able to get enough of that woman flesh. He tangled his fingers in the triangle of golden curls and clamped his mouth over her box, sticking his tongue inside of her as far as he could get it to go and letting the tip of it play havoc with her clitoris. There was no doubt about it, he was driving her mad ... mad with excitement.
"Eat me good ... " she cried out. "Eat me real good!"
Her words seemed very far away as he continued licking and sucking at the beautiful specimen of cunt. The smell of female flesh filled his nostrils and his head. He was in heaven, afraid that he was going to wake up and find out that all this was a dream.
Her fingernails were digging into his muscles, harder and deeper each time that Paul gave her a jab with his tongue. He felt her body grow more tense and then in a second he felt her body oozing cuntjuice that he eagerly lapped up.
With the sudden release she began to squirm under his constant touch. She started to moan, to sigh and then allowed her whole body to relax, to become completely limp underneath Paul's attentions.
It was good ... very good. But she wanted more. Her legs were spread wide apart, waiting for him to return his mouth to that spot, waiting for him to get back and get her to ecstasy again-but Paul had other plans right now ... other plans for that cunt and definitely other plans for his hot cock.
In a moment he was standing on the blanket pulling at his pants, kicking off his shoes.
"That was good, real good," she whispered. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Paul," he answered in his deep baritone voice.
"Mine's Michelle," she cooed sweetly.
"Nice meeting you, Michelle," Paul answered, not caring what he said and continuing to remove his pants.
"It's even nicer to meet you, Paul ... you make me feel so good."
"Yeah," Paul said as he finally removed his jeans and turned around. His cock was standing out full length from his body at a right angle and Michelle gasped with delight.
"That's beautiful, really beautiful."
"What do you mean?"
"Your cock, gee, it's groovy. The best looking joint I've ever seen. Can I ... can I suck on it?"
"Sure, help yourself," Paul said, walking closer to her as Michelle moved her body to a kneeling position.
She eagerly grasped for it the way a child reaches for a candy bar and wrapper her long tapering fingers around the hard, throbbing length of Paul's cock.
Michelle then edged her head forward until her lips were just a fraction of an inch away from the extended cock-head of Paul's shaft Then like a bolt of lightning her tongue darted out and caught the tip with the edge of her tongue.
Paul shivered with the contact A second later her full sensual lips were parted and wrapped around the entire tip of Paul's joint It felt good ... real good and Paul moved his hips forward, forcing more of his weapon into her mouth.
The girl accepted it greedily, wanted it ... lusted for it and sucked it in with an eagerness that Paul had never before known. She greedily engulfed more and more of his pulsating tool until he was trembling with the pleasure of her contact.
Then Michelle began to move her head back and forth working out on his solid meat. Her mouth was like a molten volcano, a hot bath as it sucked at the entire length of Paul's joint. Her tongue swirled around the tip, making it feel alive, making it feel good.
She was an expert at cock-sucking alright, a real expert and Paul reached down, his fingers resting lightly on her head and getting tangled up in her long blonde tresses. She was beauty alright and real breath-taker and from the way she slid her hot mouth back and forth along his joint it was clear that she really dug him, too.
The pressures inside of Paul's body began to mount and he started to consider shooting his load into her anxiously awaiting mouth. But then he looked down at her smooth back, noting the fullness of her ass and it was clear, it was definite, he was going to stick it into her-plow it right into her sensitive slit ... then he would shoot his load.
As he felt himself getting closer and closer Paul suddenly moved himself backwards, pulling his prick free from her heavenly contact. He looked down on his shaft-it was long, wet, glistening with reflected sunlight and dripping with saliva.
He bent over slightly, pressing his hands against 'Michelle's slender shoulders and easing her backwards down over the blanket.
He moved between her legs, positioning himself, kneeling and gazed down at her. He noticed the tremendous contrast between her smooth white flawless legs and his own heavily muscled ones that were covered with a dark, coarse hair.
He placed his manhood between her oozing cunt lips. She moaned out and began undulating her body, pushing her hips upward from the blanket to close in around his hard flesh.
When she began her movements and her snatch began to engulf more of Paul's prick he was totally carried away and with one quick move collapsed all of his weight onto her body and plowed the rest of his thick hard-on into her trembling form.
For a moment she was stiff and rigid. Her face truly showed an expression of pain but Paul knew that she was no virgin and that she was used to getting as much as she could. The only reason for the pain that Paul could think of was the extreme thickness of his cock.
Even though her passage was well lubricated with her own cunt juices he could feel his cock head stretching the walls of her pussy.
The pain quickly subsided and Michelle began to respond and when she did she had a snatch that wouldn't quit-a snatch that moved beautifully with him. Their movements began slowly and as Paul pulled out she lowered her body even further until they both felt the tip of his cock just about ready to slip out of her, then together they'd strain toward each other so that each stroke was a full eight inch one into her body and then back out.
Paul felt the excitement mounting in his whole being, felt it in the pit of his stomach and felt it in the back of his neck, in his legs, in his crotch, in his balls. He felt all his tender promotions driving him onward and knew that soon he would be driving his load into her box, flooding her with his love ... liquid love.
"Fuck that cock, baby, right to the end!" he screamed into her ear.
"Oh, give it to me," she moaned, "give it to me. It's been so long since I've had a good one like this. I'm gonna fuck that cock of yours like it's never been fucked before."
"And I'm gonna fuck that hole of yours like it's never been fucked before," he promised, increasing the speed and power of his movements.
"Yes ... do that ... that's just what I want. Pump me, fill me with that beautiful cock of yours. Use those muscles to hold me tight and give it to me ... all of it!"
Paul worked as hard as he could and the sweat began to roll off both of their bodies as the two of them lay panting, straining, moaning, toward that ultimate end.
Paul was locked in her arms and felt her big tits pressing against his broad chest. He reached down, holding onto her buttocks and squeezing the ample flesh there as he pulled her in and up even tighter to the intimate contact of their love play.
She arched her pussy up into the air and moaned out from somewhere deep in her throat. Her fingernails clawed into his body and she was lost to the world now. The flooding sensations of her second climax were more violent, more intense, than the first and the pleasure of it wracked throughout her whole body, making her scream with pleasure.
Paul felt Michelle contorting beneath him and he knew that it was over for her. But seeing her in this condition increased his own excitement and she raced quickly to erupt the fire of his passion.
In a moment of sheer ecstasy and sheer delight Paul threw a couple of long thrusts into her and she flattened her hips down onto the blanket again. He shot furiously into her own flooding and jerking pussy ... shot out a load of rich cream that made his whole body quake with relief. Shivers ran up and down his back and Paul moaned out with pleasure.
It was good ... and Paul was sorry that it was over, but he knew that there would be more in the future-that there were plenty of girls waiting ... waiting for him even though they didn't know it.