Chapter 2
I let out a gasp as I marched in the front door, set down my duffel bag, and cast a long look in the direction of mother.
She was standing in the middle of the living room, an ecstatic smile filling her face the moment she saw me. She looked altogether different than she had the last time I saw her. Then she dressed plainly and made every effort to cover up her physical attributes. Now she was exercising every effort to show them.
She wore a tight red sleeveless blouse that gave you a good look at her big tits. On close inspection it was apparent that they were even bigger and better formed than Sylvia's. She also wore a pair of very tight-fitting leopard slacks that showed off the lovely accent of her beautifully rounded ass and her trim legs.
Mother wore no shoes, and let her long blonde strands of hair hang down almost to her waist. Her hair had been a drab brown the last time I had seen her. I liked it now much better. Her green eyes were flashy and exuberant and her skin was tanned and radiant. She exuded a beauty and sexiness I hadn't seen in years.
"Harry, great to have you back," she gasped in glee, rushing toward me and throwing her body against mine, kissing my lips.
Let me tell you something. When her tits rubbed against my chest and her thick sensuous lips pressed solidly against mine my old cock came straight out, mother or no mother. She never looked better and was turning me on in the process.
"You're looking great," I told her.
"You're not looking so bad yourself," she patted me gently on the shoulder. Once more I felt a powerful sex vibration. Maybe I was acting so horney because I'd just gotten back to civilian life, I told myself. "I'll bet you're starved."
"Well, they served us a good meal on the plane, but that was a few hours ago."
"Knowing my young man that probably means you're famished by now."
"I could use something to eat."
"Great. I'll fix a couple steaks I bought early this week and have been saving just for the occasion."
Mom insisted that I sit down and relax while she fixed the meal. I thumbed through recent local newspapers in a quick effort to catch up on what I had missed locally in about the last two years but soon gave up the effort. I was sleepy from the long flight, coupled with the beautiful screw in Sylvia's room, and dropped off to sleep. Next thing I knew Mom was awakening me for dinner.
It was a load off my mind to see her acting so lively and youthful. Just the opposite was true the last time I saw her. My faher had died of a heart attack some year and a half earlier, shortly after I was drafted into the Army. He was a Professor of English at Valley St. College, located a few blocks away from our home in Northridge, a pleasant suburban community in the West San Fernando Valley.
Mom had always been rather sedate and had lived her life for Dad and me. When Dad passed away she was crushed, so much so that she didn't seem to want to do anything. Finally she took a job as a bank teller just for something to do, but that didn't seem to relieve the depression she felt. I offered to try to get a discharge from the Army so I could spend time with her during her hour of need, but she quickly nixed that, saying that she'd have to work her own way out of her state of depression.
I had expected to find a still depressed mother when I returned home, and was shocked out of my skin to find a glowing, radiant sexpot waiting for me, one that gave me an instant hard-on.
The dinner looked absolutely sumptuous as she topped off the steak with hot sour dough bread and French fries. Everything was fixed to absolute perfection.
"I also bought a bottle of vin rose for the occasion," she grinned, patting me affectionately on the shoulder once more as she set the bottle before me on the table. She opened it, filling two glasses for us.
Needless to say, not only did I get my fill of steak and French fries, I also got stoned. We were both determined to finish off that entire bottle of wine in celebration.
by the time the bottle was finished we were both smashed, and the more smashed we became the more affectionate the glances she would throw my direction. Maybe I was going nuts, but it seemed like she was turned on with me in the same way that Sylvia had been a few hours earlier.
"You know, you can say all the nasty things you want to about the army, Vietnam and the whole mess," Mother exclaimed, "but it sure made a man out of you. You're no longer the young, scared kid you were when I kissed you good-bye at the induction center two years ago."
"No, I guess not. Time and events have changed me. When you see your buddies shot and killed in front of you it makes a man of you fast."
"Sorry the manhood had to be shaped in that way, but I'm glad it arrived when it did," she looked at me with admiration. Her hand was pressing fondly against the skin of my own hand as she spoke. "You're so handsome, so charming, so much a man. I envy the young girl who eventually corrals you for a husband."
Then she did something that surprised the hell out of me. She reached down toward my pants, running her fingers slowly over my hard dick.
"My but that's hard," she looked at me with a girlish grin.
"Yeah." At that point I was dumbfounded to the point where I could think of nothing more original than that to say.
"Could I ever show you some tricks in the bedroom," she said. "C'mon, dear, let's go."
She led me boldly by the hand into the bedroom. I just couldn't believe what was going on. This wasn't somebody like Sylvia putting the make on me. This was my shy, reserved mother talking, only she was anything but shy and reserved now. Something had come over her and I just couldn't figure out what.
Mom was all over me like a sex starved tigress once we hit the bedroom. She tugged at my clothes with her determined fingers, letting one hand freely roam up and down my cock all the while.
"C'mon, baby, and undress me," Mom told me impatiently. Actually I had been too stunned to do much of anything except watch her go to work stripping me.
Her body was lean and deeply tanned. Apparently she had been spending a good deal of time outdoors lately. That too surprised me, since she was always a homebody in the past. Dad and I had to coax her just to climb into a bathing suit and join us in our backyard pool.
"I've gotta have your cock," she gasped with desperation after we had both been stripped clean. "That'll be the best coming home present I could give you."
She pushed me eagerly over to the bed. I sat down and spread my legs. Mom dropped to her knees and threw her head passionately over my hard dong, which she massaged vigorously.
"I love the feel of your warm meat," she exclaimed.
"I love feeling those fingers."
"Your big dick's gonna be feeling more than my fingers before I get through," she winked lewdly. Mother had changed to such an extent that she enjoyed playing the part of the dirty little girl. She was acting like someone doing something naughty for the first time.
She held my cock up in her fingers like a swami appraising a crystal ball. Mom let her fingers move up its enormous length, then roam over my balls.
"This turning you on?" she asked. "How could it help. You know it is."
"That's good."
While she continued tickling my balls she threw her tongue against my hard anxious meat, licking slowly but thoroughly. I couldn't believe she could suck cock so well.
Up and down her tongue roamed, getting me more excited with every succeeding stroke. In the meantime she continued running her fingertips ever so gently and tantalyzingly over my ball bag.
"Oh, you're turning me on," I gasped enthusiastically. "The way you give head. It's enough to drive me out of my mind."
My trembling fingers just had to have somewhere to go, since they were too excited to remain still. That somewhere just happened to be Mom's hair as I let my hands roam around the long strands. The extra contact got her stimulated all the more, to where her tongue began darting around my hard prick.
"Suck, suck, suck," I gasped, coming ever closer to exploding my juices in her mouth.
My fingers gripped the skin of her back as her tongue flew like lightning over my prick. That exciting tingle that immediately precedes orgasm surfaced. My legs and arms began trembling, cluing Mom in unmistakably that I was ready to shoot.
"I'm about there," I shouted. "Keep on sucking, keep it up, go after my hot juices."
Several strokes later the hot juice flew out of the end of my prick and soared into her waiting mouth. I never saw anybody anymore enthusiastic about collecting a load than she was at that moment.
"Nice, nice, real nice," she said soothingly. "You've got enormous size, which is just the way I like it."
"You been doing much cocksucking?"
"Doesn't it look it?"
"It sure does. You're anything but an amateur. That's obvious."
"Well, I've had a little practice since you saw me last. There've been a few changes in my life. Yes, your mother's a pretty wild-assed little fucker."
At that point she excused herself to go to the kitchen and bring us back beer. I was so thirsty I swallowed every drop of mine in a few brief min utes. She sucked on hers a little more slowly, but was soon finished as well.
"Now it's time for more fun and games," she laughed, setting her empty bottle on the floor.
She dove on the bed and pressed her body eagerly against mine. We wrestled wildly for the next few minutes on the bed, our skin pressing against each other. My cock was alive with a sense of adventure once more. I wanted to fuck her.
Mother took me through a series of wild tongue kisses. Back and forth her tongue slid against mine as we touched off sensual friction all our own. Finally they locked around each other as we enjoyed several breathless moments that way.
Finally I broke our wild French kiss, after which Mom exclaimed.
"Harry, baby, you know what I want from you?"
"Just say the word and you'll get it."
"I wanna be sodomized. I want you to ram that hot pecker of yours up my ass."
"You sure that's what you want?" I questioned, wondering if she was putting me on.
"Damned right I do. That's one of the most provocative ways I know of to fuck."
I thought back to the only previous time that I had fucked a woman up the ass. It was a young hippie nymphomaniac I had met at a wild fraternity party at college. We left together, going straight to her West Hollywood apartment. The first thing she had demanded was that I shove a candle (unlit, fortunately) up her asshole. Then, after she had gotten her kicks that way, she begged me to shove my dick up her ass.
The first few times she had let out screams, leading me to ask her if she wanted me to stop. She looked at me like I'd asked the stupidest question imaginable and told me to get back to work. It turned out she had loved every bit of it, even when it hurt, or maybe it would be better to say especially when it hurt.
Now here was Mother demanding the same thing. I wondered if she had ever had it that way before.
"You ever had it that way before?" I asked, not wanting to put her through something she might later destest.
"What is this, twenty questions?" she laughed. "C'mon and fuck me the way I wanna be fucked."
She slapped me across the ass for good measure, determined to get me into line fast.
Mom spread her legs, showing me her inviting ass. Her ass was white, unlike most of her body, which had been frequently touched by the sun's rays. Her ass was so well rounded and tight that I could hardly wait to stab my pecker up it.
"Okay, here it goes," I issued one final warning.
"Sock it to me, my love," she gave me that lewd little wink one more time.
I slapped her across the ass cheeks and plunged my hot prick into her asshole. The first stab was so tight that both of us let out gasps, but there were more to immediately follow.
"Oh, drive that prick into me," she encouraged.
I used my cock like a hot poker, a branding iron intent on branding her hot rectum. With every rapier thrust she would let out a wild murmur, enjoying the action thoroughly.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass, shove that hot dick into me," she gasped.
I grabbed her ass cheeks with my fingers for added impetus as I flailed back and forth, making contact with her tight ass, pushing ever closer to orgasm.
"Spill those hot juices in me."
"With pleasure," I answered.
As I drew close to the ultimate explosion, I threw my arms around her body and kissed her lips hungrily. The kissing got me so turned on that my assfucking crescendo speeded up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted.
I continued fucking at a blistering pace, my prick firing back and forth in jet propulsion fashion. My ass rocked back and forth at a rhythmic clip and I was preparing to release my hot sperm.
"A few more stabs and I'm there," I told her.
"Then let's have those stabs, baby."
She squeezed my ass cheeks for extra impetus as the fucking continued wildly. Then I exploded, my juices making contact with her asshole.
"Absolutely delightful," she smiled. "Better than anything I could have conceived of. Am I ever glad to have you back home, baby, in more ways than one."
"Good to be back."
"We're a lot closer now than we ever were in the past."
"Looks that way."
"You know, I've tasted you once tonight. How'd you like to return the favor by licking my cunt."
"When do you want it?"
"No time like the present."
"No, I guess there isn't," I smiled.
She spread her legs happily and I let my head drop to her furry triangle. I let my fingers grip her smooth tanned thighs as my tongue zeroed in on her cunt.
Like a puppy dog eagerly devouring milk, my tongue went to work on her moist mound. I began by nibbling on her clit, which couldn't help but increase the torrid heat she already felt within her.
"Oh, you're driving me wild," she exclaimed, "keep it up."
I kept it up, sucking enthusiastically, letting my tongue roll over every crevice of her snatch.
"Oh, I'm tingling all over," she gasped. "I love it, just love it."
For extra incentive I rammed my finger up her ass while my tongue continued roaming her love mound.
"Suck, suck, oh suck me," she gasped. "I love it, I can't get enough, go after the juice."
My tongue continued to splash around wildly inside her snatch until she finally shot. But she wasn't through by a long shot.
"How about me giving you another cock suck?"
"Yeah, I'm about due for another explosion."
"That's what I figured."
She walked into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth, which she used to clean off my prick. After that she picked up a towel on the bed and dried it.
"Now we're ready to go." She quickly discarded the towel and the washcloth, returning eagerly to action.
This time she devoted herself to sucking my balls for a long time, licking slowly and ardently, working me back into a torrid state.
"Can you ever suck," I exclaimed.
While she sucked my balls she let her fingers roam up and down the base of my dick. I reached out and played with her nipples, letting my fingers skirt around their edges.
Finally she let her tongue go to work on my prick. It roamed up and down with vigorous precision while I continued playing with her tits. Finally I let my free hand drop down to her ass, which I squeezed and fondled.
Getting her nipples and ass cheeks massaged at the same time did a lot for Mom. It put her into a spirited mood for the sucking as her tongue slipped up and down at a frantic pace.
"You keep that up and you'll be juice in no time," I told her.
The old tongue was ablaze with adventure as Mom let it whiplash uninhibitedly over my dong, getting me ever closer to explosion. As I reached the point of imminent release I gripped her ass tightly and let out a sigh.
"This is it," I announced. "Get ready."
She was ready and so was I as the hot juice splashed wildly out of the end of my fuckstick and into her mouth.
"You know, I was hoping we'd have a beautiful reunion," she grinned after she swallowed the last of my sperm, "but I never dreamed it would be anything this great.
"This has been too much to believe."
I had used the right words. Even then, after having spent most of the evening fucking and sucking her, I could hardly believe that everything that appeared to be happening really was. Maybe it was just the booze, or perhaps it was a post-Vietnam hallucination. Six months earlier I couldn't have imagined ever fucking Mother. Now I meet her and not only screw her, but find her even more wild and uninhibited than my friend Sylvia had been.
"You fucked out?" she looked over at me and laughed.
"Just about. It's been a long day." I wasn't even about to tell her of Sylvia.
"That it has. I'm a little tired myself."
Mother got up and flipped off the bedroom light. As I sprawled out on one side of her spacious bed she took the other. The combination of all the excitement and booze had me asleep in no time.
That night I dreamed some weird dreams. In one of them I was back in Vietnam, wading around in the rice paddies. My mother and Sylvia both showed up naked. I led them into a little hut out in the middle of nowhere and fucked the hell out of Sylvia as she lay on the ground. All the while Mother watched, her fingers working over her cunt.
Following my nifty fuck with Sylvia I went to work on Mother as Sylvia fingered her cunt. Mother proved to be an even wilder screw than Sylvia as her hips flipped back and forth sensuously.
I must have slept soundly for hours, since the next thing I remember was awakening with my mother lying next to me, stroking my hair affectionately, a dreamy smile on her face.
That convinced me that I couldn't have been just dreaming about all I had done the night before. I had been fucking and sucking Mother and having the blast of a lifetime. She had been, without a doubt, the wildest, most untamed and unrestrained woman I had ever encountered.
"How's my boy this morning?" she asked me softly.
"I've got kind of a headache."
"You know, it was silly of me to mix the wine and beer. That'll get a person every time. I've got a little bit of a headache myself. All I can say is that I got so carried away with your naked beauty that I wasn't even thinking of what I was doing."
"That's okay. It's not hurting all that bad."
"I'll fix you a nice breakfast with lots of piping black coffee. After that you'll feel like a new man."
"I'm sure I will."
Her lips found mine with one passionate stab. "You glad to be home?" she asked. "You'd better believe it."
"Does home afford a few more comforts than Vietnam?"
"Yeah, you could say that. In fact, you'd have to say that."
"I've got an idea. Before I fix us breakfast why don't we both take a nice warm shower. It'll do us both some good."
"Together?"
"Of course together," she laughed, slapping me playfully across the back. "Can you think of a better way?"
"No, I guess not."
"I didn't think so."
The hot water splashing against my tired, stiff and sore body did accomplish wonders. But what really brought me to life was the extra action that Mother provided.
We splashed like crazy, and she got the biggest kick of all from washing my cock. She paid particularly close attention to soaping my balls, which got me good and hot fast.
"Don't just stand there, Harry," she said as she continued soaping down my balls. "Give my tits a good bathing."
"Not a bad idea," I nodded.
I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it against her tits. The body friction was great, letting the soap rub against those firm boobs.
"Great, great, now try my cunt, honey," she said a few minutes later, after her tits had received a lot of thorough action.
I soaped down her cunt while she ran her fingers up and down my cock. After it had been soaped thoroughly I ran my fingers anxiously through the suds.
"Oh, what a sensation," she sighed. "I just love it."
Following a few minutes of cunt massaging we jumped out of the shower and toweled each other off. We both knew that after a shower of that magnitude breakfast would have to wait. First we'd have to get plenty of sex kicks out of our respective systems.
"Let's do it democratic style," Mother laughed. "How you mean?"
"I mean you do me, I do you. You with me?"
"Am I ever."
"This is great. Our bodies are so fresh and clean, just ready for a good pre-breakfast suck."
Mom maneuvered her body over mine, letting her cunt and ass rest just a few inches above my head. Meanwhile her mouth was resting just next to my big dick.
"Let's go to town, sweetheart," she said.
We both went to work vigorously as my tongue flipped around her cunt. I let my fingers gently probe the inside of her asshole while I sucked. Her ass swayed back and forth in a response to my well-timed movements.
She let her fingers run up and down my leg while her tongue was working its way fervently up and down my prick.
Oversexed as she was, she shot the first time a few minutes after we began. Tasting her made me all the hotter to shoot off my sperm in her mouth.
I was determined to eat out her pussy lining until she had no more juice to give me, and didn't stop for more than a few seconds after she exploded the first time. I loved running my hot tongue over the smooth honey-dripping lips of her snatch. She was some kind of a woman, even if it had taken her abilities a long time to come rushing to the fore.
She moved her fingers from my leg to my balls as she alternately squeezed and tickled to give me extra stimulus. In the meantime her tongue was ablaze over my hot rod.
Mom exploded a second time. Once again I stopped only long enough to devour every drop, then was back to work.
by then my prick was on the verge of exploding as her fingers applied themselves steadily to my balls and her tongue slavishly moved its way up and down the entire length of my rod.
Finally I burst, releasing all my pent up energies in one explosive liquid thrust.
"Do we ever get along great," Mom grinned. "Matter of fact, if you weren't my son I'd suggest we get married."
I didn't laugh at her remark. As much as I loved to fuck and suck with her statements like that were carrying things too far. I still was anything but sure that I was doing the right thing. If I hadn't been so turned on so much of the time I would have been able to analyze things objectively. As things stood I wasn't in a position to exercise any objectivity. I dug her body too much.
"Well, guess I'll fix us breakfast," she finally exclaimed.
We jumped into our clothes and prepared to face the new day. After the shower and brisk screwing the headache had almost disappeared. On top of everything else Mom's body was proving to have a therapeutic effect as well.
The breakfast was delicious, and by the time I got up from the table the headache was gone for good. All that remained was the stiffness I received from too much fucking in too short a span of time, but I could live with that.
I decided to get into my car, my trusty Ford which hadn't got much use during the last two years, and take a ride. I wanted to get used to the old homestead after six solid months in Vietnam.
My heart sank as I drove past Valley State College, where my father had taught and where I had graduated from school. I remembered the state of indecision I was in after graduation. My father had encouraged me to go to grad school, but didn't push it. He was a great guy who didn't believe it was right to push. He encouraged, leaving things at that.
The one thing that made me feel bad about not compiling a better academic record in school was that Dad, who was a professor, was hoping I'd excel. As it turned out I worked just hard enough to get by and excelled only in one thing, fucking. I remembered the many nights that I'd pile into a car with some buddies and comb the Sunset Strip looking for available broads. If I'd put the same kind of effort into my studies there's no telling what might have happened.
Once I got out of school I was undecided on what to do, so I decided to bide my time, figuring it was only a matter of time until I'd get drafted. Some of my buddies fought the draft. They even went so far as to say I was a hypocrite for going in, since I'd been against the war and had demonstrated at peace rallies while I was in school.
But demonstrating against the war and deciding not to serve were two different things. When all was said and done I decided I'd pick up some good experience in the Army. Since I'd heard so damned much about Vietnam I figured it would be a panic to go over there and see what it was all about firsthand.
I didn't know in particular where I was going, but next thing I knew I found myself on the freeway heading toward Hollywood. Then it dawned on me how long I'd been away from the Sunset Strip. I hadn't even had a chance to go there last time I was home on leave.
The farther I got away from home and Mother the more disturbed I got about her behavior. I might have been doing something damned terrible when I was screwing the hell out of her, even though I had a good time while it was all happening.
I just couldn't understand what changed her. Nothing in her behavior the last time I'd seen her would indicate she would accomplish such a sharp about face.
She was like the humble little wallflower afraid of her shadow who'd suddenly become the wildest screw in town.
The whole thing started confusing me to such an extent that I decided I needed a drink good and fast. There was a beer bar just off Sunset Boulevard that I used to frequent when I was in my last year of college and immediately thereafter. I figured it would be as good a place as any to start off the day. It was sure as hell better than starting to look for a job right off the bat.
The joint looked just about the same as the last time I had been in it, except that the light blue paint was a little more chipped and cracked. The joint was dark inside, with the psychedelic lights beaming on and off.
I pulled into a stool. I was the only person in the joint, apparently, except for the bartender, who sauntered over my way. When he got close enough I instantly recognized him.
"How you doin', Lou?" I greeted him with a smile.
"I'll be damned," his eyes lit up excitedly. "As I live and breathe, it's Harry Bennett, or if it isn't my eyes have been playing tricks on me."
"No, your eyes are okay."
I stood up and we shook hands warmly. It was the same old Lou, day bartender and owner of the joint. He looked like he might have picked up a few extra pounds on his already heavy frame, but aside from that he was the same guy. The big smile covered his face, at least the part of it that wasn't already covered by his thick black beard.
"Seems to me I heard from one of your buddies that you were in Vietnam," he said. "That right?"
"I was. Just got my discharge."
"Great. Then you're back in town to stay?"
"That's right."
"What'll it be? Glass of draught?"
"Sounds great."
"Comin' right up."
Lou, being the great guy that he was, insisted on giving me my first beer on the house, to celebrate my returning home. While I was sipping the beer and shooting the shit with him a brown-haired doll built like a brick shithouse climbed the wooden stairs leading up to the dancer's cage in the middle of the room. Lou turned on the psychedelic lights that hung above the cage. She was wearing a canary yellow robe, but even with it draped securely around her it was obvious that she was very well endowed.
"Wow, who's that?" I asked Lou.
"Name's Cindy. She's been working with me for about three months."
"Is she ever stacked."
"Yeah, real nice. Funny thing is I've known her for about two years. I've been trying to get her over here since then, but she didn't like the idea of letting guys ogle her. She said it would embarrass her. She was working as a secretary for a business firm making about one half of what she's making now."
"How'd you get her to change her mind?" I gave him a lewd grin.
"Not the way you think, unfortunately," he told me honestly. That was one thing you could always depend on, Lou's honesty. "She found out that built the way she was she was gonna have guys going ga ga over her and staring at her no matter where she was. She found it out at work. She started telling me about how the guys would all stop work and look over at her whenever she'd bend over the desk to pick up some papers or when she'd be grabbing a drink at the water cooler. Not only that, but the boss, a married guy, was hotter than hell for her, and even patted her on the ass a couple of times. That got her good and mad. So I told her as long as she was gonna have guys drool over her anyway then she might as well make more money while she's at it."
"You always were convincing with your reasoning," I laughed, "especially with broads."
"It's my business."
"How about this chick? She got a steady cat?"
"Believe it or not, I don't know much about her. All I do know is that the guys I've seen who have tried to make a score got shot down the tubes. This is one sharp cookie. Needless to say, you're about to give it a try."
"Why not," I shrugged. "It looks worth the effort."
"Oh yes, I'm sure it would be. Well, good luck, champ. I'll introduce you to her. Aside from that, there's nothing much I can do."
"I understand. With chicks like that you usually have to make it on your own anyway."
About that time I took my last swallow of beer. I was getting thirstier with every drop.
"Yeah, you can bring me another one."
"Coming up."
Just after I paid Lou and had taken my first few sips of my second beer a sight unfolded before my eyes that practically caused my already aroused peter to pop on the spot.
This gorgeous hunk of female Cindy pulled off her robe. There was nothing on under it. I didn't know how long I could take sitting around staring at her.
Her tits were as perfectly shaped as I'd ever seen, as well as big. They must have hit thirty-nine at least. Her stomach was trim and oval, her hips sleek, her ankles trim. Then there was also that ass, so round, firm, and fully packed. She was as fuckable a woman as I'd ever laid eyes on.
Getting my first sustained look at her face impressed me on that count as well. She had a pair of almond-shaped alert brown eyes and an ivory complexion, along with a pair of lips whose sensual fullness made you wish your lips could crush them time and again.
A rock and roll tune began blaring from the speaker unit and that beautiful ass flailed into motion. She had those groovy fucking movements that the guys paid to watch perfectly down pat.
My cock got a little bit itchier with each ensuing movement.
She really put all she had into her movements, and before long the sweat began to roll down both sides of her face. I got so horny after just a few minutes of watching her that I had to do something about it.
I made a quick break for the men's room, pulling my zipper down quickly, my fingers jerking up and down on my prick as I stood over the pot. Fond memories of that beautiful ass prancing around on that stage dominated my thoughts as I eagerly moved my fingers up and down the full length of my hot dick.
She looked great, she looked so great, and I couldn't get her out of my mind. I continued pumping up and down frantically, eager to shoot my load.
Finally it popped, the warm white juice bolting from the end of my prick and into the toilet. Feeling relieved and letting out a sigh, I flushed down the sperm and zipped back up.
When I returned to the scene of the action I noticed that business had already picked up considerably. Now the bar was about half full, and new customers were coming in by the score. It was obvious why. The cats apparently knew when Cindy would be on stage.
"I'd like to eat her right up to her navel," a big guy whispered confidentially, a big smile on his face, as I walked past him.
"You've got good taste," I nodded firmly.
She was still at it, shaking those beautiful hips wildly and gracefully, giving the guys thrills. I looked around the room and noticed how she had them all hypnotized. Beer drinking and kibitzing definitely played second fiddle to what was going on on that stage.
My eyes fastened on her furry triangle and I thought about what the big guy had said. It sure would be good to bury your head between those beautiful legs and eat her cunt out.
Cindy was dancing so rapidly and spryly that the sweat was just pouring off of her. It was particularly noticeable under the intense glow of the psychedelic lights. It added to the illusion of fucking. It was all there except the screw itself-the naked body completely exposed, the screwing movements and the sweat.
I'd stay there the whole day and even the whole damned night, if need be, to talk to her. In the meantime I'd watch her dance and get drunk.
The guys kept streaming in the front door and before I knew it the joint was completely packed.
"You're doing a great business," I exclaimed as Lou filled my glass up once more.
"Never been better."
"I have a hunch that gorgeous chick's got something to do with it."
"She's got just about everything to do with it," he smiled knowingly.
The music stopped briefly and Cindy sat down on a stool to take a much needed rest. The crowded throng of appreciative males practically tore the joint down with applause and whistles.
I got so excited just looking at her that I speeded up the tempo of my beer drinking. I guzzled as I had seldom guzzled before. Usually when I was going to do a lot of drinking I'd hit the hard stuff, not beer. But beer was all that Lou served and I needed somthing to do to let off my nervous energy.
Maybe I had jacked off once, but that wasn't enough to relieve the intensity buried within me. I wanted in the worst way to stick my pecker inside her and my cock was just crying out as it perched there between my legs ready for duty.
I thought about going back to the bathroom to jack off a second time, but rejected the notion for two reasons. There were a lot of people in the place by then, and if I shot my wad off a second time I wouldn't have as much left for regular screwing.
Her brief rest ended, Cindy jumped back atop the platform and the music resumed. Another loud cheer went up as her hips and tits bounced sexily to the music.
I went back to my beer, quickly getting smashed as I watched all the action.