Chapter 3
Harry Tanis was 35 years old and managed his own ad agency. When I let my skirt creep up over rounded, nyloned knees and gave him a knag, smoldering look, he gave me a job. A week after I went to work for him, he fired the other girl. That night I went to his apartment.
He was smooth and experienced, not uptight like my husband, not too eager, as my lover had been. After the first martini, he kissed me. I tasted the gin on his tongue, tasted the heat and man wetness and trembled between my legs.
We had an understanding, right off, so I stood up and shrugged out of my dress. I remember the hot light in his eyes as they ran over my lush body, touching the bare flesh as he saw I didn't wear a bra or panties. I cupped the full mounds of my firm breasts, offering their rigid points to him, then slid my hands slowly and insinuatingly over my belly, my hips, turning to show him all I had, the magnificent body I was so proud of.
"You are truly a beautiful bitch," Harry breathed, unbuttoning his shirt
Caressing my thighs, I turned back to him, lifting my hips just a little so that my pelvis would reach out at him. Light gleamed over the thick, rich curlings of my midnight pubic hair.
Posing for him, I watched his fingers hurry through his shirt and zip off his pants. I was eager for the sight of his cock, to see what it looked like, and I wasn't disappointed. Harry's prick was a good one, not as big as George's but sturdy and with a heavy, flanged head that was already pulsing and gathering a drop of pre-seminal fluid at its blunt tip.
When Harry stood up and put his hands on me, I trembled all over, shuddering in wave after wave of hot desire. My mouth locked into his, opening for the probing of his avid tongue and the clashing of his teeth. My tits crushed into his naked chest, their nipples digging in.
I felt the rhythmic sway of my hips begin, tick-rocking from side to side in a sensuous metronome, rubbing my furry crotch into the hard shaft of his cock, trailing my hands over his muscular back and fingernailing lightly over the cheeks of his ass. We fell to the couch, tangling together in a desperate hunger, fn a writhing passion that blended us body to arching body.
His hands were between my thighs, cupping my throbbing cunt, fingering through the luxurious hair to find the humid excitement of my labia. I pressed his face between my breasts. Harry's tongue darted hotly out to curl around a nipple, pulling it into his mouth so he could suck on it. Finding his swollen prick, I caressed it with anxious fingers, feeling the distended veins, the puffy head that was at once spongy and hard-cored.
"Come on!" I hissed. "Oh Harry-come on, come on. I can't wait any longer-hurry and get it in me!"
But the son of a bitch didn't. He had me burning up inside, my love oils wetting my labia, but he wouldn't shove his beautiful hard-on into me and fill me up. He slid on down my body, his tongue flicking over my rib cage, driving me freaky. Down he went, and farther yet, driving his wet tongue into my belly button, slipping it across my hip bones, nibbling at my groin until my ass was drawing tight and my pelvis was surging crazily.
His hands were going constantly, stroking my hips, my belly, sliding around to fondle the cheeks of my eager ass. I felt his hot breath tickle down into my cunt hairs. The thought flashed through my mind that he was going to do that to me, that at last I had found a man who would treat me as he wanted to be treated.
Harry delved his tongue into my hair, down so that it touched the slippery lips of my blazing pussy. I humped against his mouth, my head spinning and my breath rasping in my throat. It was such a wild, wonderful sensation, so damned intimate, so lovely. I flinched when he inserted that gorgeous tongue into my dewy labia, and squirmed as I felt it penetrate, moving juicily in my vagina.
"D-darling," I panted, "oh, darling-I've never-nobody ever did this to me before. And it's so-so fantastic!"
Working deeply into my cunt, he felt along its walls and my lips mashed themselves against his teeth as I ground my crotch into his face. I brought my thighs together along his cheeks.
Harry ate into my flexing pussy, burrowing his face into its depths and he began to suck me, drawing my cunt lips into his mouth, cork-screwing them with his tongue. When his trained tongue probed beneath the hood to discover my clit, I almost went out of my mind. I remember pounding the couch pillows with my fists, and arching my back. I remember shivering and trembling all over my body, inside and out.
He really worked over my clitoris, thrilling it with his tongue, siphoning it between his teeth where he worried it gently. I came with a sudden explosion of raw passion, bucking and heaving against his busy mouth. It was different from coming on a man's prick, somehow more deeply satisfying, and the shock waves of that orgasm raced to every part of my nervous system.
But he didn't stop there. Snuffling into the stained folds of my oily cunt, he continued to eat, to toy with my vibrating clit, to lap and lick tike a hungry puppy dog. My hands crept down to caress his hair. When I started to reach for the next climax I worked my fingers into his scalp and forced his head impossibly deeper between my undulating thighs.
I was gasping for air, my tits heaving up and down, when he at last lifted his dripping face from my inflamed crotch. He wiped his mouth against my belly and wet my rigid nipples with his lips, then plastered his mouth to my own as he lay atop my body. I realized that I was tasting tile flavor of my own pussy, knowing its musky fragrance upon my tongue, and I loved it
His cockhead poked for my wet pussy lips, nudging its way between them, and I received him gladly, my vagina aching for penetration, needing his meat deep within the gripping of my avid cunt walls. Harry's cock slipped in easily, and slid to its full, hard length inside me. I could feel the knob fumbling at the cup of my womb when I rolled back upon my shoulders and lifted my pelvis.
Rolling on his prick when it was locked perfectly into my juicy socket I ground my crotch across his and felt his balls come to rest in the uptilted crack of my trembling ass. Oh, but it was good, good, and I tore my mouth from his to tell him so.
"Darling-oh darling, your prick is so wonderful. I love it deep inside my pussy, moving like this, and like this-ahh, Harry, Harry, my lover-fuck me hard!"
He responded fiercely, playing his pole violently into my clinging snatch, pounding it up into me with long, savage thrusts that made my tits bounce and the cheeks of my ass lurch in answer. I lifted my long legs and wrapped them around the small of his back, clamping down on him, helping him to drive his stiff rod ever deeper into my ravenous cunt
"You hot-assed bitch!" he panted. "What a pussy-so tight and narrow-oh baby, it's just eating up my cock, biting down on the head, and when you shake your ass like that-"
Hammering it to me, he began to rock back and forth, to swing his ass so that his cockhead felt all over the inner sheathing of my pussy, so that the shaft stroked my expanded clit and set it to thrumming.
As he sledged his meat within the confines of my velvet cunt I gyrated insanely upon it wheeling my ass from side to side and rubbing my crotch strongly into his, giving him back stroke for stroke, meeting his thrusts and squirming delightedly upon them.
I could tell when he was about to come, because his movements turned jerky and his legs stiffened out, his toes digging into the couch for better purchase. Hurrying in my own orgasm,. I made several convulsive dumpings that brought me to the same point he was, and when Harry loosed the first jet stream of his spitting semen into my pussy, I was ready for it
Wringing my cunt around his spitting cock-head, I gloried in the splash of his come against my cervix, came with him as more of the rich and creamy liquid inundated the quivering walls of my vagina and backed up on the base of his swollen shaft My own climax was a terrific one, built up by the others Harry had given me with his eager mouth, and it burst throughout my straining cunt with wet tendrils of flame. When I allowed my legs to slip down from Harry's sweaty back, I knew that I had been really fucked, that Harry was a much more accomplished lover than the two men I'd had experience with before.
If the shrinks are right about my nymphomania, they may also be correct about the term they have for men like Harry Tarns. They call him a satyr, a male as insatiable in his lusts as I am in mine. We made a perfect pair, both of us greedy and grasping, both needing twisted stimulations to reach new sexual heights.
We had rested for only a few minutes when Harry slid his greasy cock from the jealous clasping of my pussy and sat up to pour us another drink from the icy shaker. I welcomed the martini, and the next one, sitting beside him, both of us unashamedly naked and taken by the sight of each other's bodies, both stirred by the storm of passion we had just been through.
The shaker was empty when I slid down on the carpet and positioned myself between his spread knees. Yes, I had taken one other man's shaft into my mouth before, but I had never gone all the way with it; I'd never known the spurting of semen into the back of my throat, and I craved that sensation now, with Harry.
If s a lovely cock," I murmured, staring at its purplish head with the intriguing ridge around it, at the upright shaft and its turgid veins, the base so thick and strong where it rose from the curly nest of his hairy balls. "I want it all for myself, Harry."
"If s yours," he breathed as I brought my breasts close and fitted them around the hard pole. "Do whatever you want to with my prick, baby."
I blew warmly upon the head and stroked my fingers up and down the shaft, teasing them into his balls and back again to curl lovingly around its sturdy shaft. When I kissed the swollen knob, the male odor filled my nostrils, and I adored it, breathing it in like the most expensive perfume. My tongue played over the glans, wetting its blast point, touching the little soft lump at scar tissue below.
I couldn't resist, couldn't wait any longer, I just had to taste that beautiful thing, and I was thankful that George had once forced his big cock into my unwilling mouth. Now I knew that it wasn't perverted or dirty. I knew that it could be wonderful. Opening my lips wide, I slipped them down over the head, curling my lips so that my teem wouldn't be painful to him.
He quivered as I ran my tongue over his cock-head and down into the sticky little slot I pulled it deeply, bringing it across my tongue and the roof of my mouth, drawing it back to the cup of my throat I dipped my cheeks in as I sucked, letting them also caress his throbbing prick, before slipping my head up and down in a slow, rhythmic motion that was like fucking.
Harry took my head between his hands as he spread his legs wider, and I pushed the mounds of my rounded tits against his expanded balls, reveling in the soft scratching of his pubic hair against me. He simply guided me as I bobbed my mouth up and down, as I slid my questing tongue over every inch of his hard meat Sucking and laving his cockhead, I would open my lips to allow his prick to stand almost freely, with only the barest pressure upon it, then suddenly draw it hungrily back into my mouth so that its tip could touch the satin cup of my throat
I could have eaten turn forever, because I was thrilled by the way be was arching his pelvis into my face, by the rasping sound of his breath and the convulsive movements of his prick. But I knew he couldn't last, so I speeded up my loving and felt his balls jerk against the pressure of my breasts.
His cockhead flexed and seemed to expand within the grip of my suctioning mouth, then the first ejaculation of semen made it spit. His come was heavy and juicy, boiling out to splash against my throat. I gulped it down, rolling my tongue around the dripping, greasy head to bring more of the delicious stuff form. Harry kept corning, in smaller and smaller spurts of rich cream that I swallowed hungrily, the musky perfume of it filling my nostrils, the strong flavor of his semen gushing in my mouth.
I milked him down, running my hands over his balls and up his shaking prick, trying to suck him completely dry. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding wildly in my rib cage, threatening to break out It was a crazy, primitive feeling that raced through me now, that made my cunt quiver and my tits ache. I was owning this man, possessing him as I had never taken a man before, drawing his male strength down my throat and into my stomach where I would keep it forever.
Sighing, he fell back on the couch, going limp as his cock sagged within my mouth. Regretfully, I allowed it to slide from my soapy lips, and kissed my way slowly up his heaving belly to his nipples. I chewed them tenderly, then kissed his throat as I crawled on top of his supine body. When I gave him a sample of my lips, his opened slowly so that I could feed him the same tongue that had brought his cock to orgasm.
Not only did we spend the night experimenting, playing with each other, petting and caressing, but Harry didn't open the office next day, either.
We really fitted. We were the same kind, shaped in identical dark molds. I didn't even dream then that Harry's long and varied experience had led him to dabble in acts I hadn't imagined yet, not in my most fevered nightmares. But I was going to learn, Harry would see to that
Naturally, because we were afraid to let each other go, we were married. I wasn't certain my divorce from Don was final, but Harry said it didn't matter-that was in another state and another life. I agreed. Certainly this new, sensuous life opening to me was everything I had ever wanted, or needed.
Our honeymoon was a whirl of mad parties, of whiskey and innuendo from an expanding circle of feverishly happy friends. Harry knew so damned many people, and some of them seemed pretty shady. I didn't meet many of these until later, when they weren't people or personalities, when they became simply bodies.
For months, that was as far as it went, a few harmless flirtations, a guy putting his hand on my knee under the table, or brushing his arm across my breast. Sure, I liked the attention, but Harry was enough for me then, meeting every wild demand of my body with hungers of Ins own. I felt a little sorry for the other men, the ones I teased without paying off.
I was a dumb kid, remember. I thought people were just goofing around when somebody's wife kissed someone else, when Harry patted a plump blonde on the hip, and liquor numbed everything, slowed reactions and sent inhibitions scurrying.
Maybe I shouldn't have even been surprised at what happened next