Chapter 8

While Jennifer was moaning "Oh! oh! Oh!" from a bout of cunnilingus, Connie was in the middle of a good old traditional American fuck.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned as Doug hammered away in her.

"I'm not hurting you am I?" he asked.

"No way. You must remember that a woman's vagina is a lot tougher than a lot of men realize. After all, through that opening pops human life."

He suddenly got a worried look on his face and he stopped pumping.

"Something wrong, darling?" she asked.

"I'm not using any protection, are you?"

She giggled. "Don't worry. I had my tubes tied a long time ago."

"I didn't know that."

"I figured that I liked making love a lot more than I liked making babies, so I chose to tie the knot that really lasts."

"I'm sorry, and I'm glad."

"Sorry? Why?"

"Every woman should have a child."

"Oh bullshit. You've been reading too many romance novels. Read more fuck books and you'll get your mind back to reality. By the way, you're doing a tremendous job of pleasing me."

"Have you ever had it better?" he asked with a measure of pride.

"I said that you're good, Doug. I didn't say that you were the greatest. You could use a little more training with a woman like me. I'd teach you every trick in the book."

"I'd like to get a glimpse of that book."

"Stick around and you'll get more than a glimpse. You'll get the whole fucking volume—from A to Z. Ahhhh!"

"Am I getting better?" he asked.

"You know it, darling. In only a matter of a few weeks you'll be as good as a New Orleans jazz musician."

That stimulated Doug to thrust even more vigorously.

"Easy baby," she said. "Remember what I told you: take it slow."

He laughed. "I swear, you sound as though you know as much about sex as Dr. Ruth."

"Ha! I know a hundred times more than her. In fact, I've forgotten more about sex than she's ever learned."

"That sounds like a fairly conceited statement."

"It's a fact," Connie replied as she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock to underscore her point.

"Oooh! I believe! I believe!" He continued to fuck away without missing a beat.

They didn't converse for a period of approximately five minutes. During this period they simply grunted, groaned, and moaned as they satisfied each other's lust. The only other sounds in the room were of their reproductive organs slipping and sliding against each other.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

When he was finally dripping with perspiration and covered with sweat he said, "Honey, oh! I think I'm about ready to come."

"Not yet," she replied in a commanding and authoritarian tone.

"But ...I ...I can't hold it."

"I'll help you," she said as she tightened her vaginal muscles so much that it felt as if she were wrapping a tourniquet around his pecker.

"Damn! How do you manage to do that?"

"I'm good, aren't I?"

"Aw shit! I'll say."

"Better than your wife?"

"I'll say."

"Deeper than your wife?"

"Yes."

"Tighter than her?"

"Yes. Much. Please loosen your vaginal grip. I feel like ...I'm going to die."

"Ah! What a way to go. I can't think of anything better," she said as she slowly loosened her grip.

"Ahhh! I'll say."

"I think that you need to teach your wife a few of these tricks."

"I know that I do."

"You've never fucked around on her, have you?"

"No."

"Why not? There's plenty of choice pussy out there—especially for someone who is physically fit and has good looks like you."

"I guess that I'm just an old-fashioned guy." He worked his cock all the way back against her cervix, keeping in there while he added, "I take my marriage vows seriously. I truly do believe in 'til death do you part'."

"Do you still believe that?" Connie asked as she moved her pelvis in a circular motion, making his dick feel as if it were screwing into the neck of a rotating wine bottle.

"Er ...maybe I have changed my mind—especially considering the fact that Beverly is fucking around on the side."

"Good boy. I'm glad to see that you've come around to being a 1990's kind of guy.