Chapter 5
Finally, the last customers went out of the liquor store and she was left alone with the dark-haired man.
"I'm Craig, honey," he smiled, "What's your name, beautiful?"
"Marilee," she giggled, "Craig, you're a real interesting man."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you pick up with people just like that. Most people don't, you know. They're suspicious, they're fearful, they're afraid. But no, you saw me, little me, and you liked me.
"Knock it off, baby, I wanted to ball you. You look like you'd be a good piece of ass."
"Craig," she said abruptly. "You're so blunt."
"So honest, honey. I'm not interested in marriage."
"I never said you were," she said. "But I thought you'd be interested in a little."
"In what, a little baby?" he chuckled. "I'm interested in getting my rocks off. Haven't you ever met a man like me?"
"Yes, and no," she smiled.
"That's what I call a direct answer.
"I always try to tell the truth," she said.
"I'll follow you to your place," he told her.
"Why don't we go to your place?" she demanded.
"Im afraid my old lady wouldn't appreciate you," he told her.
Instantly into her mind flashed the principal's wife, and vividly she remembered how she had had sex with her. Apparently all wives weren't the same, yet, she thought, if she had her dildo now, she could go home with him and give his wife a good screwing. Maybe that was what his wife needed. Who knows? Maybe she was home alone, sweating with a lot of children. This horny dark-haired bastard did look like he was very virile, and no doubt he had pumped her full of plenty of seed, and given her plenty of kids.
"Well, love, you follow me."
They drove the street, and he followed closely behind.
She felt shaky as she was driving, and wondered if she would ever make it. It did bother her that she had such difficulty driving. Was it the booze? Or was it exhaustion? Fucking exhaustion? She wondered what he would like to do. She had had such a variety of experiences, in such a short space of time, she imagined he probably would want to do something wild.
Once they were inside the apartment, he wasted no, time in telling her what he would like.
"Alright," he said, unzipping his fly, "I want you to blow it."
"Oh, aren't you even going to take off your clothes?" she demanded.
"Why should I?" he demanded.
"It's more fun that way," she explained. "It's more intimate."
"More intimate my ass."
"Well, baby," she smiled, "I would suck ass for you, I'd like your balls, I would do a lot of things that I bet you can't get your wife to do."
"You'd do all that?" the liquor store man asked her.
"Yes, Craig, I would love to."
"Well, if you would do all that," he agreed, "I'll take off my clothes any day."
Together they went into her bedroom and she took off all of her clothes. As she stripped, she looked at him and she became more and more excited.
"Oh, baby, are you ever a good looking chick," he smiled as he saw her large size breasts appear.
"I'm glad you appreciate beauty," she said. "They are beautiful, aren't they?"
"You bet your sweet ass they are," he said.
Then, she got a good look at him. Craig was a muscular looking man, and looked as if he had done a lot of swimming. His muscles rippled and she was thrilled to get the sight of him.
"Craig, you look like quite a sportsman," she smiled.
"Well, I used to go out for boxing and a little track."
"You have such nice sturdy legs," she told him admiringly.
"You like my legs, huh?"
"Yes, I do," she said.
"And you'll suck my ass for me?" he asked her.
"Yes, I'll suck ass for you," she assured him.
Now, they were excited. She walked over to him and patted his behind.
"Baby, all you have to do is sit on my face, and I'll suck it."
"O.K., darling," he said. "Nothing nicer than a good hot ass suck."
She got up on the bed, and Craig straddled her from behind. As he bent over, he brought his ass cheeks close to her face. She gripped his buttocks, and let her hands play with him.
"My, what a sweet ass this is," she smiled, as she looked straight up at his ass-hole. Then, sticking her tongue out stiffly, she began licking all around Craig's quivering ass-hole. Craig loved it, and let his ass slide down her stiffened tongue.
"Ohhhh, baby; that's beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like, oh yes, suck that ass, suck my ass-hole."
She sucked on Craig's ass with a fury, and he loved her for doing it to him.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's it, yes, oohh, aahh," he panted, as he reached to grip his prick and pull his shaft as quickly as he could. He loved to look at her, and then he thought of her sucking on his big juicy nuts while he pulled on his rod.
"Hey, baby," he said, "how would you like to suck on my balls a while?"
She let her tongue slide along his. testicles, and then he pointed his cock to her mouth.
"O.K. baby," he smiled, "take this, nine inches!"
This was what she was waiting for. The hard long prick.
She sucked in, and then she felt it reaching to the back of her throat. He pumped it down, and as it slid down her throat, his balls jiggled on her chin.
"That's it, baby, eat my meat! Oh yes, suck it, suck that prick! That's it, oh, ah, suck that cock!"
The sucking sexsations were driving him wild. It was as if he was being drawn in by quicksand. He loved her. Loved her mouth, that is.
"Oh, baby, eat my sperm!"
A second later, he shot his load. She gulped it down, joyfully, sorry that it wasn't in her mouth so she could savor its delicious taste.
He jerked his meat back, when she sucked on it too long, and said, "Leave the head on it, honey, I'll need it next time."
She lay there limp. The action had been so wonderful for her. Then, he lunged down for her cunt.
"Baby, I'll eat your cunt, and you can go. on sucking my ass out. That would feel good having your tongue stabbing my ass-hole, while I'm sucking your pussy."
"Alright, love," she smiled, "I'll eat your ass while you eat my cunt. Fair exchange!"
As he looked at her fur triangle, he watched the hairs move as his tongue lapped along the slit. It excited him no end to see her slit quiver, and then he slid his tongue in there, and began thrusting. Pumping and thrusting the way he did, became extremely exciting for him.
"Oohh, aahh, baby, that's it!" he panted, as he licked her slit.
She loved the way he wet the velvety vagina walls. Next thing she knew, her tongue was sliding up his ass-hole, in unison to his tongue driving into her pussy.
"Oh, baby, that's what I like about it, that's what I like. Yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The passionate, exciting time that they were having was continuing, as her tongue slid in and out of his smooth ass-hole and his tongue licked away at her velvety vagina. At a certain second, she felt his teeth nibble on her love button. Her clitoris quivered, her body shivered. Suddenly she gushed. Pressing his mouth down tightly to her slit, he ate her. He loved to eat gushing pussy, figuring it was like the fountain of youth. Pushing her pelvis upward, she wrapped her legs around his neck as he sucked her pussy.
"Oh, baby, eat that cunt, suck that pussy, yes baby, yes, suck, suck that cunt!"
How he loved to hear a woman call her vagina a cunt. That was what he thought of it as, and didn't see any reason for a woman to think of it in any other way.
"Oh, baby, Craig, eat my cunt!"
Craig's arms gripped her behind, as he sucked away at her slit. When he had finished, he lifted his face off her, and said, "You know, baby, you're really a great grind."
"Why, thank you Craig," she smiled. "I aim to please!"
"That's more than I can say for my wife," he said. "She aims to please herself. Half the time she's fucking me, she's grinding out a fur coat or whatever she can milk me for."
"Oh, how awful," she replied. "I would never do that to a man. When I leap in bed with a man, I go there for one purpose. And you know what that is!"
"I do, honey, and my cock sure does too," he smiled. "Mentioning cock, look at it now!"
"You sure do flip up quick, don't you, love?" she smiled, reaching down to stroke it and lick his weighty testicles.
"Yes, baby, I'll admit I do," he smiled.
"I bet you like to do all kinds of things with the women you make it with, don't you?"
"You know it," 'he said. "I'm what they call a creative fucker."
"Creative fucker?" she demanded. "What on earth is that?"
"Well, baby," he smiled. "A creative fucker is one who uses his imagination. So many people just lie in bed and look at each other. The man just jumps on top, pressing his knees into the mattress, and the woman just lays there. What is needed, is a little imagination. Why not let the woman get on top and slide it down on the flagpole? Or, better still, who not try it Greek style on a table?"
"Greek style on a table?"
"Haven't you ever heard of that term?" he smiled.
"No, I guess I'm just a little innocent girl from the back woods who hasn't had much adventure sexually speaking," she said.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "About as backward as a Forty Second Street hustler!"
"Well, I like that, I'll never suck your ass out again."
"I'm sorry I said that," he said. "I'd hate to think that was the last ass suck you'll ever give me, you're really good at it. You've got the tongue for it."
"Alright," he said. "I'll tell, you what a Greek way is. You get up on a table, and bend over, and I stand on the floor, and fuck your ass-hole good."
"Why not try it?" she said. "I'll just have to take a few papers I'm correcting off the dining room table, and we can make it in there."
"Great idea," Craig said, getting off the bed naked and horny and hot.
They went into the dining room, and she put the papers off the table, and got up on the table naked.
"Now that's what I call good enough to eat," he smiled. "And sex served in the dining room."
"Honey, now do your thing. You said you were gonna fuck me Greek table style. Do me!"
"That's it, baby, beg for it."
He got behind her, and spit in his hand, applying some spit to the head of his prick, and then parting her ass cheeks began sliding his tool into the slot.
"It will hurt for a second," he told her.
"I know," she shivered.
"Relax!"
"It isn't easy," she said.
Now, he thrust. As the huge tool. slid in place, her body gripped it tightly, and vigorously her anus muscles began working on it.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he smiled.
Then the action began, as she worked her anus muscles vigorously around his huge, sliding tool.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful! "Fuck, fuck, oh yes, grab that prick!"
She gripped the cock in her anus, and he worked it vigorously back and forth, with hard, driving thrusts. He kept the action up until they were flipping out.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's fantastic, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Even though she had never done it on the table before, she decided it wouldn't be her last time. It was fun alright, and he was enjoying it too.
"Oh, baby, that's the way it's done, oh yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it."
Finally, as the thrills continued and she couldn't stand it any longer, he stopped.
"Baby, you had enough?"
"No, I wanna feel you shoot it," she insisted.
Then he drove it in, up to the hilt, and as his cock stabbed her ass-hole, he shot. The juices went into a steady stream, and she kept twisting her tail to receive him.
"Oh baby, ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it. Oh, ah, fuck it, yes, baby, fuck! Fuck it! Oh, ah, yes, yes, yes!"
The super fucking sensations, stopped, and then he pulled his pecker out. He stood there, with the head of his cock dripping on the floor, and she said, "Honey, don't drip on my carpet."
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'll wipe it up."
He went to the bathroom and got a washcloth, wetting it under the sink. Returning, he bent over naked, and washed the sperm off the carpet.
"Oh, honey, thank you," she smiled.
"You're quite a guy," she nodded.
Going back to the bedroom, she said to him, "I wonder what you've done for a living in your lifetime."
"Well, I've been an honest man," he told her. "I used to run a blind pig.
"A blind pig?"
"Yes," he explained. "That's a place where you take girls, put them in bedrooms, and let men come in and buy 'em. Then you have gambling going on too, so they can have gambling and all the sex they want right in one apartment."
"What a wonderful thing to bring so much job and pleasure to people," she said.
"I wish the policemen shared your view," he told her quite frankly.
"You mean they caught up with you?"
"Oh yes, they did. I served time, and now I'm free. So I'm free, so I'm abiding by the law."
"That's nice," she smiled.
Then, he got dressed and she watched him as he walked out of her place.
Now, she was alone, alone with her own thoughts. And she struggled.
The next morning Marilee awakened and called in at the school, and told the principal's secretary she couldn't make it. The secretary became nosey and asked her why. But she only told her she wasn't feeling well. When the secretary wanted to know the exact ailment, she said good-bye Avid hung up. Now she was alone and went back to bed, feeling rather groggy. The different thoughts of the things that had happened to her flooded through her mind. She really felt that she had put herself in good stead with the principal, yet, his big fuss about not playing with the students, hit her. It might be his job or her neck, and she knew which one would win. She could almost see visions of her self walking out the schoolhouse, never to return. All of this nauseated her, yet it haunted her. Now, she didn't know what to do.
Finally she decided the only sane and sensible thing to do would be to face it head on.
"Well," she smiled, "Look at yourself in the mirror."
Walking over to the mirror, she looked at her reflection. Her hair was tousled, her eyes were hazy and cloudy, and her forehead was wrinkling. She looked like an old bag, and it tortured her. Actually, did one night of screwing and drinking do that much to her?
This she didn't know. Finally, she slipped back to bed and tried to get some rest. But rest refused to come, as nightmares gripped her mind. It was a terrible time, and she didn't know how she would ever get over the whole mess. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't rest, she felt like going to a women's massage parlor. And so, when she couldn't rest at all, she did.
As she went into the massage parlor, the woman who operated the place said, "I guess you want to get dried out."
"I guess so."
"Well, my dear," the woman replied, "first you start with a steam bath. Then., we give you the massage, and eventually you'll wake up. A good cold shower does miracles."
"I hope something does miracles," she said, "because I need a miracle awfully bad right now."
She went inside the massage parlor and took off all of her clothes and went into the steam room. As she stepped into the steam room, there was a wisp of air that filtered in, that allowed her a view of a woman sitting over in the corner. The woman was a blonde girl, with sensitive blue eyes. But what attracted her more, were the beautiful breasts, the erect nipples. As she looked down at the pussy, she noticed it was shaved. The girl looked as though she might have been an actress.
"Oh, I hope this does some good," she began, hoping to make a little conversation.
"I hope it does too," the girl smiled. "I've got to perform, and I can't go on like this."
"Perform?"
"Yes, she smiled, "I'm a dancer."
"What kind of dancing do you do?"
"All kinds, dear," she said, not wanting obviously. to go into detail.
"Well, I'm a teacher," she said, and I'm a little under the weather."
"I don't wonder," she said, "from all I've been reading about the schools these days, you need to be a warrior as well as a teacher."
"It can be dangerous," she said. "A little pearl handled pistol probably would help as much as anything."
"I don't think it's right that they let those students kill people. It seems as. if they are juvenile, they get sent off easy."
"I know," she replied. "It is disgusting. .I guess they figure life is cheap."
"That's so right," the girl replied, "and it's disgusting!"
"It certainly is," she smiled.
As she looked at the shaved vagina she got turned on. Somehow, after her wild sexual affair with the principal's wife she began turning on with women. Now, she knew all of the sexual excitement that could be derived in female-female sex.
"Oh, ah, aren't you a cute girl," she said admiringly.
"Stop it, honey, or I'll think you're horny for me."
"If I were a man, I could be," she said. "You've got it all, and just the right amounts, in the right places."
"You flatter me," the girl replied, "you really do. And thank you."
"Well, honey, you've got tits on you like I've never seen."
"You haven't got a bad body yourself," she commented. "You really have beautiful boobs."
Looking at her up and down, she commented, "Beautiful thighs too, beautiful everything."
"You know how to kiss?" the woman replied, "I learned last night at a party."
"Is that so?"
For a moment the woman turned away, and then she smiled, "Tell me about it."
"Well," she said impatiently, "I had sex every which way. It was a little orgy. Private party orgy."
"You mean with women too?" she said knowingly.
"With women too," she said.
"That's funny you should mention that," she replied, "because I'm a swinger."
"I guess I am too," she admitted. "I didn't know till last night. Now I know."
"What taught you?"
"Well, dear, it was a strange thing. This man wanted me to make it with his wife. I bucked the idea at first. Then I thought, why not? I have beautiful boobs, yes, but I'm not the only woman in the world. Heavens, no, so I decided why not have sex with her and find out what it would be like."
"And did you?"
"Oh yes," she replied, "with real diplomatic flavor."
"I enjoyed it too; "That's nice," she said. "Would you enjoy having sex with me?"
"I don't know," her face broke pinto a wide smile.
"You've been asking for it ever since you came in the steam room, darling. Maybe you didn't know that. But it stands out all over."
"I guess I'm not aware of it, really," she replied.
"I don't think it's much use wasting time here, darling," she said. "Some of the girls would do you but you buy it. When you buy sex it isn't half as much fun as when it's natural, and the person wants to do it because they are really genuinely attracted."
"You're so right," she replied. "I didn't know it was that kind of place."
"Apparently, dear, there's a lot of things you don't know. However, it's never too late to learn, is it?"
"Never," she replied.
Now the two women had made their deal. The naked bodies made it possible for them to see what each other had to offer. And, they found each other. Now, getting up, and walking out of the place, the teacher turned and looked at the girl.
"What did you say your name was?" she asked the girl.
"Marsha," she replied.
"Marsha," she said, "my name is Marilee."
"Hi, Marilee," she said, "I hope we have a wonderful time, and I'm sure we will."
When both women had dressed, they walked out of the place together. Marilee had the car, and she drove Marsha back to her apartment.
"You live in a very nice area," she commented, "you must do very well in your profession."
"Do you want me to level?" she said. "I'm not a dancer, honey, I'm a hustler."
"Well, I guess I'll just drop you off, Marilee said.. "I'm not paying for anything."
"Don't get me wrong," Marsha smiled, "I have some men coming, and I fuck them. However, with women, it's love. Does that make sense?"
"Not much, but what does in this topsy-turvy world?"
"That's what I say," she replied. "I guess I've got too many men to care for one. I'm on to their tricks."
"They can be sneaky and tricky, I grant you," Marilee replied. "You still want me to come in, darling?"
"Oh yes, very much," Marsha replied, seriously now.
"Alright," she said, "I might as well. But you really did do the wrong thing by telling me a lie. You said you were a dancer. Now, you tell me you're a hustler."
"Do you hold it against a hustler?" the girl asked.
"Hold what against a hustler?"
"I mean, do you hold it against a girl for selling her body?"
"Why should I? It's her body, doesn't she have a right to do with it what she wants?"
"In some states, no. In some countries, no. The society says exactly how you must use your body. For example, I don't think this society would approve of us making love."
"Who would we hurt?"
"Ourselves," she replied gloomily.
"Well, baby, the fuckers who write those laws haven't made it very many ways. If they had, they wouldn't be quite so narrow."
Now, they were entering the room. What a beautiful room it was, too. White fuck rug, and blue sofa. The walls were white, with gold paintings, and pictures. The room looked beautiful.
"I see you're doing quite well," Marilee told her frankly.
"Yes, I am," she said. "Would you excuse me while I call my answering service?"
"Answering service? This is Marsha. Yes, yes, alright, I'll call them later."
She put a couple of numbers down on a note pad and came over to Marilee, looking directly into Marilee's eyes. She touched her cheeks with her hands.
"You're a very beautiful girl," she smiled. "Very beautiful, love."
Now the girls were turning on. Instantly, Marilee felt her breast. nipples become erect. Why, why should this woman be such a tantalizing sexual image for her? Then, the other girl suggested, "The first thing we should do, baby, is take off all of our clothes."
"Alright," she united. "You've seen me, but to make it with me, I guess I do have to take off all of my clothes."
She got up and removed her blouse and slid down her skirt. Now the teacher was down to her panties and bra. The other woman undressed slowly too, and then coming over to her new found girl friend, unfastened the bra and let the breasts bounce out.
"Oh, baby, it must be seen to be appreciated."
"Well," she said, "Let's get in bed."
And so, the two women got in bed and as Marsha pulled Marilee toward her, she said, "Baby, I think we ought to use my dildo later. Now, let's just press our boobs and our pussies against each other."
The two women pushed their bodies against each other, and then their lips collided in a passionate kiss.
"Oh, Marsha," Marilee smiled, "it's so wonderful to feel your titties."
"That's what's wonderful about a woman," Marsha explained. "You see, baby, a woman's breasts pressing against another woman's breasts is really .something."
"Will you eat my pussy?" Marilee asked her.
"You bet I will," she said, "I'm proud to be a . pussy eater, darling, and I can assure you of one thing, a woman can eat pussy better than any man could ever do it for her."
"I believe it," she said. "I really do, baby. I believe you can do it."
Now they went on kissing, licking and loving. It wasn't long before Marsha was going down to her breasts, and licking them. She let her tongue slide around the nipples of Marilee's tits, and Marilee loved it.
"Oh, Marsha," she panted, "how you lick those titites. Oh, that's just beautiful. Yes, do it, yes, do it."