Chapter 11
One morning about a week after the Reverend Wyndham Barker from his pulpit had exonerated Bev Cantrell, Dianne awakened to find that Wyn was not in bed. Still naked from their sex bout the night before, she trotted into the bathroom, where Wyn was standing over the toilet bowl, fingering an enormous erection.
"Well, now, what have we here?" Dianne asked, smiling. "A grown man playing with himself. Tch! Tch! And I thought I took care of that pretty well last night."
"Oh, you did, hon but you see this is what is known in the vernacular as a piss hard-on. It stems from pressure of the bladder rather than from sexual need. It nevertheless is still capable of sexual pleasure."
"It sure stems, all right. But I didn't think a man could urinate while in that condition."
"Sometimes he can, sometimes not," Wyn told her. "In this case I've been trying and trying but nothing happens. It just seems to get harder and harder."
"Poor baby!" she murmured. "Maybe I can help. Let me milk it a little."
She took hold of his hotly jumping prong and squeezed and fisted it slowly with one hand, while she playfully fondled his testicles with the other.
"Oh, my goodness, it really is in a state, isn't it?" she gasped in astonishment.
"Your goodness has nothing to do with it," Wyn told her. He bent his head forward and delicately took one of her fat and turgid nipples in his mouth and lovingly sucked it.
"Mmmmmm!" she said. "That's nice. You really love to nurse on Momma's titties, don't you?"
Wyn turned the fiercely distended nipple loose and said, "Look, since a piss hard-on has a reputation for staying stiff for a longer time than ordinarily, why do we waste it with a hand job?"
"What on earth can you have in mind?" Dianne asked coyly, gasping as she felt his hand cupping her pussy, his finger diddling her into wetness.
"Perhaps a little plain and fancy fucking," he suggested. "You know, with that nice stiff prick you're playing with working in and out of that lovely torrid cunt I'm fingering."
Dianne shivered ecstatically. "Oh, it really gets me horny when we talk dirty-like this. I don't know how we ever got through the past years of our marriage without finding out how much fun it could be. Where do you want to do it, Wyn? Can you think of a new place? We've already used every room in the house, just about every piece of furniture."
"Well, how about right here?"
"The bathroom? But we've done it in here. In the shower, even with me perched on the edge of the seat."
"There's one place left," he said. "Here, sit down." He helped ease her down onto the toilet seat.
"Oh, I hadn't ever thought about this," she told him, as he spread her long, smooth, naked thighs apart, exposing the dewy little oval of her love nest, fringed by pretty blonde curls, the outer lips pouting and slightly opened, displaying the wet pink inner lining. As he kneeled between her outspread legs, he cupped and petted her pussy with one hand and sampled the bounteous flesh of her great thrusting breasts with the other.
"When I was a kid," he told her, "sometimes when I masturbated, I'd fantasy that I was fucking a pretty girl while she was sitting on the John. And now, after all these years, I'm going to do it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yes! I can hardly wait!"
"I wonder what Tommy and Kitty are doing right now? They're probably fucking each other silly right this minute."
"I wouldn't doubt it, still being on their honeymoon. What a sudden marriage that was, eh?"
"I guess she just had what he's always wanted," Wyn said. "Or maybe he just got tired of running all over town for it and wanted some right there at home where he could get at it whenever he wanted it." '
"I'll bet you wish they were here right now so we could watch them doing it, too. Wouldn't that be nice?" Dianne asked excitedly.
"Yeah! So you could watch that big young dong of his ramming in and out of her tight little pussy!"
"And you could watch those pretty titties of hers bouncing around and that beautiful ass she has," Dianne countered. Then she said, "Oh, Wyn, all this talk and the way you're fingering me has got me so hot, I can't stand it. Put it in, darling. Come on. Hurry!"
She put her heels up on the edge of the toilet, to make it easier for him, and then looked down and watched the big, hard red head of his penis entering her creamed and eager chamber. As he slowly sunk it all the way in, Dianne let out a welcoming squeal of pleasure.
As he started slamming it furiously in and out, she gasped, "Oh, Wyn! Oh, baby! You fuck me so good! It's so much better since we got rid of all our hang-ups!OOOOOOOH!NIIICE!AHHHHHH! I-I'M STARTING TO COME ALLREAADY!"
About that same hour, a hundred miles away in a motel room, Mrs. Kitty Robbins Farr, awakened her husband, Tommy, in a typical honeymoon manner. She got up and took off her nightie, then gently opened up the fly of Tommy's pajamas, exposing his soft penis nestling in its bush of hair and the round white testicles below it. She bent over him and let the ends of her long, silken blonde hair teasingly brush against his genitals.
Slowly his penis began to rise and as she watched it do so, Kitty reached up and felt her own hard young boobies, teased the erect nipples by rolling them with the ball of her thumb. Next, she reached down and gently fingered herself, causing her warm, young girl nectar to ooze from her tight, hairless little crack. As Tommy, still sleeping, achieved a full, vigorous hard-on, Kitty bent closer and let her achingly stiff berry like nipples brush gently against his smooth, fat and ruddy glans. She was gratified to see the whole thick length of it twitch and jump at this secret caress. Then she bent over still more, got her face right down between his spread-out legs. Furtively, she lifted his testes from the fly of the pajamas and proceeded to take each one, in turn, into her mouth where she playfully rolled them around with her tongue. This act was rewarded by a groan of pleasure from Tommy, whom she now realized was awake. She reached up and took his raunchy, bobbing cock into her hand and toyed with it while she continued to suck his balls.
"Oh, baby!" Tommy called out. "You're going to drive me crazy doing that!"
Without letting go of his hard, quivering tool, she took her mouth away from his crotch and moved up to lean over him, She let her proud, gently swinging breasts with their arrogantly protruding nipples brush against his face. As his tongue stuck out, licking against a nipple, his lips tried to capture it. Giggling mischievously, Kitty moved it away. She continued to tease him until he finally could stand it no longer, caught her to him and seized the evasive nipple with his lips, holding it firmly, sucking on it, whipping it with the tip of his tongue.
One of his hands moved to the other breast and kneaded it, rolled it around and pinched the protruding tip. The other hand caressed her beautifully rounded behind and he told her, "Oh, Kitty, I'll never get enough of this lovely ass of yours."
"You really dig it, don't you, Tommy? I wonder why."
"Because it's the nicest, roundest, smoothest one I've ever had. I love to kiss it and lick it and cram my cock into its crack and feel it clenched up tightly against my belly."
"Oh, my, how you talk, Mr. Farr! You could get a girl awfully horny, saying things like that."
"Let's see," Tommy said, running his hand between her legs, sampling the plump smoothness of her vulva with the palm of his hand and then fingering her already oozing tight crevice. "Mmmm, I guess so," he told her. "Let's do something about that!"
She then pulled his pajama bottoms all the way off and climbed over him with her back toward him, the rosy cheeks of her bottom jutting out. "All right, then, let's try this position for starters," she said. "So you can look at that fat little behind and feel it all you want to while I fuck up and down on this unbelievably hard tool of yours."
Lowering herself toward it, she held it still in her fist and wiped the wet crack of her pussy back and forth over the glowing, rubbery head of it. Then she pushed down a little harder, forcing the big bulb to caress the tender inner lips. Finally she positioned it perfectly and eased down even more, allowing the now wet and shiny knob to enter her tight orifice.
"Oh, Tammmmmmmmmmmy!" she moaned as she forced more and more of his hot, thick prick into her wet and tightly clenching canal.
As she started to move slowly up and down on his eager jammer, she felt his hands fondling and rolling her sharply rounded ass-cheeks and then exploring the long crease between them. Next, as he felt the tempo of her humping speeding up, he slowly slipped the tip of his finger into her sensitive touch-hole and worked it in and out.
As he knew it would, this rapidly brought on her first orgasm and he felt her warm, girlish honey sweetly bathing the big cock that was giving her such pleasure, at a more and more furious pace. He knew there would be at least a half-dozen more comes to follow before he joined her and inundated her bun with vigorous squirts of his own milky, viscous fluid.
As she bounded up and down on him, breasts swaying and joggling, Tommy thought to himself, the way this sweet piece loves to fuck and the way she's so quickly learned how to do it, I'll never have anything left to fool around on the outside. And then he told himself that it didn't really matter; he had all the goodies he wanted, right here.
In the Cantrells' apartment, Bev awakened and for a moment listened to the snoring of her husband, Mike, on the other bed. He had returned home the night before, after spending ten days in a sanitarium on a drying out and therapy session paid for by his boss, the man who owned the bar where he worked. He had been humble and penitent and told her that he had joined A A and would never drink again. Bev told him she hoped it was true but didn't really believe it.
She awakened hotter than she'd ever been in her whole life. For one thing, for four days and nights now she'd had no sex, not since Dirk Smithers had quit his job and run off with that rich young widow whom he had met while she was passing through town. In some ways she was glad Dirk was gone. She had been becoming more and more enslaved by him, finding herself forced to do things that were even too much for her, such as that session she'd engaged in with the Barkers.
Putting her hand down between her legs, Bev used her finger to bring moisture to the opening between her protruding and meaty sex lips. She thought to herself, But I sure do miss that big-headed cock of Dirk's. If he was here right now, I'd probably fuck and suck it for him until he went crazy.
Then she remembered the dream from which she'd just awakened in such a state of dire sexual need. She dreamed she had been in a room with
Dirk Smithers and the good-looking young widow, tied down to a chair while she was forced to watch them engage in every kind of sexual antic imaginable. She could even hear the sucking, slurping sound of the woman's wet mouth and then her vagina as she enjoyed Dirk's enormous manhood. She could also smell the animal-heat scent of them both as it seemed as though they fucked and sucked for hours on end.
Bev was now working two fingers in and out of her hotly wet hole but after a while, she knew it wasn't enough. She had to have something bigger, cock-like. Quickly she got out of bed, slipped off her nightie, and ran to the bathroom, where she kept the dildo.
She opened a linen closet and reached under a pile of towels. It wasn't there! She couldn't believe it. She had never put it in any other place, yet maybe thoughtlessly, she had done that the last time she'd used it. She started nervously searching the rest of the linen closet, getting more anxious every minute The way she was so aroused, she'd die if she couldn't frig herself with that imitation penis!
Then suddenly, from the bathroom doorway, a male voice said, "Forget it. You won't need it anymore. I threw it away, Bev."
"What?" she gasped. "Threw it away? How could you?"
"It was easy."
She stared uncomprehendingly at her husband. In that moment she saw how much weight he'd really lost, how much better he looked, with most of the alcoholic bloat gone from his face. Even though he had just got up, his eyes weren't bleary the way they usually were.
"But-but why would you do it, Mike?" she cried out, unable to understand.
"Like I said, baby," he told her, "because you won't need it anymore." He looked down at himself. "Won't this do just as good?"
Her gaze dropped. Mike was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts. Their thin cloth was sticking out at full tilt under the pressure of a tremendous erection. Bev could hardly believe it. Then she watched him hook his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and hitch them down. His angrily jumping member leaped free, long and thick, the unusually large head of it purplish as it bulged its way out of the prepuce.
"My God, Mike!" she exclaimed. "It-it's the first time I've seen it like that in several years. I -I'd forgotten what a nice big one you had!"
"Yeah," he said, moving toward her. "I was going to surprise you with it last night but you seemed pretty tired so I figured I'd wait until this morning. All ol' Big John here needed was for me to get off the booze. You don't know what it's like, Bev, to be able to get it up after all those years of alcoholic impotence."
He pulled her to him and reached around for the big, ripe moons of her behind and squeezed and felt them all over as his huge prick pushed and throbbed against her soft belly. "Oh, baby," he said softly. "Just think-we've got all day. We can fuck and suck all day long!"
"Really?" she gasped. "You mean you'll be able to get it up more than once?"
Leading her toward the bedroom, one arm around her, his hand squeezing her apple-round breast, his fingers diddling the flint-hard nipple. "Honey, when you haven't had it as long as I've gone without and with the lovely, sexy wife I've got, once or twice has just got to be only the beginning."
"Oh, beautiful!" she moaned, getting onto the bed on her back, spreading her plump, pale thighs. "Come on and give it to me, then. Oh, Mike, I want it and need it so bad!"
"I know, kid," he told her, pausing to enjoy the feel of her hand playing with his great, bloated pego, the big pair of hairy balls that dangled below it. "But I'm so hot for you right now, I'm afraid I'd shoot my load before it was halfway in. Maybe you'd better take care of the first one in another way because I want our first fuck after all this while to last a long time. I want to make you come and come and come!"
"Maybe you've got something there," she said softly. She raised her head and moved it toward him. While one hand cupped his bulging bag, the other guided his stone-hard peter to her boobies. She rubbed the head of it all over them, pushing the nipples about with the hard, rubbery, feverishly hot knob.
Then she lifted it to her face and rubbed it against her cheek. She licked up and down the throbbing thick length of it and then slowly, teasingly, she took it into her wet, greedy mouth and began to suck as only she knew how to do. In less than five minutes she was rewarded with the longest, gushing, spasming spew of rich man-cream she had ever experienced. She hungrily swallowed each drop and then continued to suck, determined she wasn't going to let that beautiful big thing of his even begin to get soft.
Passing through Ebersburg that morning was a carload of hippies. As they drove along the sleepy-looking, tree-lined main street, saw the shops all closed down, and no sign of life in the town except an old lady out walking her dog, a boy in the back seat of the car, with a girl sitting on his lap, remarked, "Oh, man, how can people stand to live in these little cracker-barrel towns! Christ, talk about Dullsville, man! I'd die of boredom in five minutes. Why, I'll bet the creeps in this little jerkwater place don't even know about fucking!"
The girl on his lap giggled and fidgeted about on the boy's erect penis that was jammed into her vagina, up under her modestly pulled-down skirt. "Oh, Turk," she said. "Is that all you ever think about--fucking ?''
"Uh-uh," he answered, suddenly lifting her off of him, then forcing her head down into his lap, guiding her young mouth toward his slippery slick, erect phallus. "Sometimes it's sucking! Eat that good thing, girl!"