Chapter 6

At that very moment Doug was having his balls sucked by Connie.

"Ahhh!" he sighed as he sat on the edge of the mattress with his legs spread wide. "Oh! You seem to have learned a lot from your boss."

"Yea," replied the lovely blonde as she gently nibbled on his left testicle. "I owe it all to him ...and a few others."

"A few others? Who else do you give blowjobs to?"

She sucked and said, "Mr. Wagoner."

Doug's eyebrows rose. "The black fellow who works for the Post Office?"

"None other."

"Why him?"

"Because he has one of the biggest cocks in this town."

"Oh! Who else?"

"Mr. Rivers."

"The Presbyterian preacher? I can't believe that."

"Believe it. He's always one horny dude after choir practice on Wednesday night."

"Wow! And to think—he even leads the local chapter of the Moral Majority. Who else?"

"Mr. Smith."

"I don't know him."

"Sure you do. He's the wino who lives down the street. He's always sitting on the curb next to the stop sign."

"Why would you want to give blowjobs to a fellow like that?"

"Because his wife likes to watch."

"So?"

"So she gets horny."

"So?"

"So whenever I get done with him, I take care of her."

"Oh! Oh, I see. Are you saying that you're bisexual?"

"I don't really know," she replied as she nibbled on his balls. "All I'm sure of is that I enjoy having sex with certain men and certain women."

He watched her work on his sac and asked, "Are you enjoying it with me?"

She flicked her tongue around the top of his cock. "And how!"

Flick! Flick! Flick!

Doug leaned back a little and spread his thighs much farther apart. "Have you ever had sex with my wife, Beverly?"

"No. But I have to admit that she is a tempting morsel."

"She's no more tempting than you."

"Ahhh! What a sweet thing to say to a woman."

Flick! Flick! Flick!

She lifted her lips from the tip of his cock and said, "What do you say we get on the bed now and properly unleash our passion? I'm horny as a she-cat on Halloween."

"Howl!"

She laughed and slapped him on the ass.

He watched as she got on the bed and opened her thighs. "Mmm!" he said while smacking his lips. "That is one tempting sight."

"Come on over here and give it a lick."

He gulped. He knew what she wanted him to do, but had to confess, "I've never done anything like that before."

She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "You're married to a gorgeous piece of ass like Bev, and you've never performed cunnilingus on her before?"

"No, I haven't."

Connie suddenly felt quite sorry for him. "Oh doll, you poor thing. You don't know what you've been missing. Get down on your knees and get your ass over here—pronto! I'll give you step-by-step instructions. It'll be sort of like a lick-by-numbers kind of game."

Doug did as she was told—following orders like a lap dog.

"First of all, come on up here and take a good sniff of momma."

He positioned himself between her widespread thighs, lowered his head, and took a deep breath. He was pleasantly surprised. "Hey! It smells great—sort of like a fragrant flower."

"That's because I douched it with a rose scent before I came over here."

He looked over her pubic bone and up between her tits. "In other words, you were expecting something like this to happen?"

She looked down between her tits and past her belly button. "It never hurts for a girl to be prepared for any eventuality. You never know when something might pop up."

He lowered his nose and sniffed her snatch again, inhaling several times and holding it in his lungs. "I never knew that a pussy could smell so good."

"Just wait until you taste it. It's marvelous— and very healthy for you too. It contains many of the same proteins and carbohydrates which are found in semen. Now, stick out your tongue and lick it like a good little puppy."

"Like this?" he asked, just barely touching the tip of his tongue to her outer folds.

"Deeper."

"How about this?" he asked as he touched his tongue to her inner folds. "Deeper."

"Now?" he asked when he felt the front part of his tongue entrapped in her moisture. "Probe, damn it! Probe."

Soon, he could feel the walls of her vagina wrapped around his tongue. He could feel her cuntal walls contracting and expanding. He could feel her mucous coating his lingual appendage. He could taste her secretions. He could smell them as well. Mmm! Pussy juice really was the nectar of the gods!

"Ahhh!" she moaned. "Now you've got the hang of it. Oh yea! You've really got the hang of it. Oh sweet Jesus! Do you ever!"

He kept at it until his face was literally smeared with copious quantities of vaginal secretions. Even his eyelids and eyelashes were dripping with the stuff. Finally, when his tongue felt as if it were going to fall off from all the probing, he asked, "Honey, I've got a hard-on that's going to explode any second now. It needs to be taken care of."

"Ah! The poor thing," she said with a smile. "What it needs is some loving attention. I guess that it's time to put it into my snatch. That should reduce the swelling."

Doug was glad for the experience with oral sex, but he still preferred regular fucking. He crawled up her body until he was face-to-face with her.

She smiled up at him, stuck out her tongue, and began licking her secretions off of his lips and tongue. "You didn't know that you lived next door to such a wanton bitch, did you?"

"Hardly," he said with a laugh. "All of this time I thought that you were the girl-next-door type."

"Well, this girl next door needs to fuck around at least several times per week. I've think I'm part nymphomaniac."

"As far as I'm concerned, that's the only type of neighbor to have."

He let his penis just barely touch the moist lips of her sex. He wanted to let it soak in her juices for a minute or two before proceeding inward, but she was too starved for cock to merely leave his pecker wallowing around on the outside. She shifted her pelvis and managed to slip him inside. "Ahh!" she sighed in obvious relief.

"Mmm!" he moaned.

"There's nothing quite like fucking the next door neighbor, is there?" she asked.

"I should say not. Although I haven't had that much experience with this sort of thing."

"Hopefully you'll be getting a lot more experience in the future."

"Yes. Hopefully. Ahhh!"

She kissed him on the lips and asked, "How much of your cock do you have in me?"

"About three inches."

"Oooh! It feels like a lot more than that. Give me the remaining six inches so that I can make a comparison with other cocks in the neighborhood."

Doug shoved. "How's that? It's all that I've got."

"Oh honey! It's enough. I feel stuffed."

"Should I withdraw a little?"

"If you do, I'll kill you."

"But you look like you're in pain."

"That's a sign that I'm in heaven. A woman always grimaces like this when she gets reamed by a big hard dick."

"Er ...how often do you get reamed?"

"Tee hee. That's a secret. But let me answer that question by saying that no woman gets reamed nearly enough. If there were more fucking going on, this world would be in a lot better shape than it is presently."

Doug laughed. "Exactly how much fucking is enough?"

"Who knows? But I personally feel that a woman should have a cock stuffed into her vagina for at least eight hours every day."

"What would she do the rest of the day?"

"She'd need to eat balanced meals to keep her energy level up—for fucking. She'd need to get a good night's sleep so that she'd always be ready—for fucking. And she'd need to get plenty of exercise so that she'd always be fit, firm, and shapely—for fucking."

"What about mental development?"

"She could read assorted sex manuals so that she can improve—her fucking."

Doug began to slide his cock back and forth in Connie's slick love chamber. "Aren't you being a bit sexist with your remarks? I mean, a woman is good for other things."

"Oh don't give me any of that feminist bullshit that's always being spouted on college campuses by nitwits, dimwits, and intellectual dullards in the social science departments. Nature itself is sexist— all the way down to the x and y chromosomes. There's no getting around it, we have to live with it. Therefore, instead of trying to fight nature, let's live with it. Viva la difference!" She ground her pelvis against his in a most licentious manner.

"Viva la difference!" he exclaimed in agreement as he thrust into her liquid depths a few times, and rotated his pelvis in conjunction with hers. "But if people fucked all the time, how would anything get done?"

"Who cares? At least everyone would be happy."

He thrust again. "I don't know about that. There aren't enough beautiful women to go around. Ninety percent of the men want to fuck ten percent of the women. That situation would have to be remedied if your type of world were to come into being."

"Well, of course women would have to get into shape. All of those chubbies would have to lose some weight, and the uglies would have to get a face lift—and that applies to men as well."

"But the poor can't afford face lifts."

"That's where taxes would come to the rescue. They would certainly be better spent on that than on bombs and missiles."

"I suppose that means breast implants, penis enlargers, and vaginal tightening would also be covered with tax breaks?"

"Of course. Taxation would finally create a very happy society."

"Ohhh! You're so good," he said, complementing her on her sexual technique.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied.

"I think that we're the perfect pair."

"Alas! You have a penis and I have a vagina. You see—viva la difference."

"Yours is more than merely a vagina. It's a hungry serpent with a voracious appetite."

"What a sweet thing to say. Here, let me show you how grateful I am." She squeezed her vaginal muscles, gripping his penis with them.

"Oh wow! That's really a neat trick. My Beverly can't do anything like that."

"I bet that she could if she'd just practice."

"Ahhh! Oh how I wish that she would. How I wish that she would. Damn! I feel as if I've got my pecker stuck inside a velvet vise, or inside a milking machine."

"The latter is a better description, and my milking machine doesn't stop until it gets a gallon of sperm."

"We'd be here all year if that were the case."

She kissed him on the lips and whispered, "That's the idea."

With that remark, he began fucking her earnestly.

"Not so fast, lover. We've got a long time to spend together. Besides, didn't Beverly ever teach you that the best fuck was a slow fuck?"

"Beverly? Who's Beverly?" he asked with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head.