Chapter 12
Pat slept so soundly her eyes seemed glued together when she finally stirred and tried to rouse herself. Her arm stretched out to touch Roger, but found only emptiness. She turned over and blinked sleepily at a note pinned to the pillow. It was hard to focus her eyes on the scribbling. Her feet impatiently kicked the clinging sheet away from her body. The sun was streaming warmly into her room.
Her room! What the hell had happened in the night? Every closet door stood wide open! Every dresser drawer was tilted out! She sat bolt upright, staring at the half-empty closets. All of her clothes were still hanging in neat rows, but everything belonging to Ray was gone!
She rubbed her eyes and tried to hold the note steady. Two different hands had written the words that swam before her eyes. Roger's quick scribble merely said, "I love you, Pat. Work to do. See you tonight. Yours, always, Roger."
Beneath his message Ray had scrawled, "Looks like you are set. Like me. Gone to live with Betty. Keep what's left in the house. I think this is best for both of us. I'll be in touch. Later, Ray."
Pat sat on the rumpled bed, not. knowing whether to laugh or cry. To have Ray out of her life, so easily, seemed a miracle! She wished Betty a sore asshole, and him lots of quick comes. Now the way was clear for Roger to come live with her. It was his own house, anyway. But he hadn't said he would. Not yet. Not for sure.
She lay back, thinking of all the bad times with Ray and the exciting days and nights of sex between the big wall mirrors reflecting her naked body.
She was determined not to look back. Never again. The future was what counted. How long and empty the day was going to be before Roger returned! Her hand found her soft pussy. Already her clit was stirring. She suddenly felt awfully lonely.
To lie around and wonder about what might happen to her was not the thing to do, she decided. She slipped out of bed and filled the tub full of bubble bath and luxuriated in the aromatic suds until her skin was soft and wrinkled. Her hands kept drifting down between her legs as she thought about fucking Roger.
She wandered back to her bedroom and stood in the sunlight, drying her hair. In spite of the bath, she felt tense inside. All she could think about was sex. Roger's enormous cock floated before her eyes. Being alone, like this, was the absolute pits! Her clit was driving her mad with its itching. She had to get laid. Quickly! But who could she find to fuck, and ease her screaming nerves?
The faint summer breeze carried the soft sound of a woman's labored breathing. She moved to the window and looked down into Jerry's bedroom. The sun slanted across his bed, revealing Lynn's naked body sprawled on the white sheets. Jerry was lying face up, but his head was buried beneath her wiggling hips. He was tongue fucking her ass, but who was the gray-haired woman hungrily sucking on his cock?
While she watched, fingering her cunt, a man came into the patch of sunlight, guiding his erect cock into Lynn's open mouth. It was her neighbor! The man who had rescued Pat when she fell, and who had so eagerly licked her cunt and fucked her silly before taking off for home to tackle his wife. The older woman sucking on Jerry must be Greta!
"He sure brought his wife back to life in a hurry," Pat smiled. It was obvious Greta loved Jerry's dick. She never stopped sucking, not when her husband slammed his cock into her cunt, nor after he tired and shoved her pussy over Lynn's up turned face. She saw Greta climax almost instantly when Lynn's hands pulled her snatch tight to her face. The woman writhed and shook, only to have her legs spread and to take Jerry's cock into her curly gray thatch.
"It's not helping me one bit to watch all this," Pat muttered. She slipped her short robe on, and stumbled downstairs in search of something cool to drink. Idly, she marveled at how age made no difference when it came to screwing. Greta is just as horny as me, Pat thought to herself, and she's twice my age. Cunts don't grow old. Just the minds that control them.
Pat tugged her robe open and rolled the cold Coke bottle over her nipples. God, how she wanted to fuck! And she had no idea of how to reach Roger. When the doorbell rang, she held her robe shut with one hand and swung the door wide.
"Bobby!" she exclaimed happily. "Come in. Is it time for you to collect for your papers again?"
He nodded grinning. "I'm dry, this time, Mrs. Jordan."
Pat hugged him, impulsively. "We could pretend you are all wet, like you were that stormy day, Bobby. Tell me, is it still seven inches long?"
His face turned red, but he smiled broadly and shook his head. "Nope. It's seven and a half now."
Pat had let her robe fall open. His eyes stared at her bare tits and the puff of blonde cunt hair between her legs. When she went down on her knees and reached for his fly, his hands eagerly helped her pull it out.
"Oh, Bobby!" Pat breathed huskily. "You have grown so much!" Her hands cupped his little ass and pulled him toward her open mouth. He slid his cock in with an eager motion that told Pat he had been doing much more than just delivering papers since last she'd seen him. He dug his heels into the carpet and fucked her mouth like the veteran of many collections from many hot housewives.
"Mmmpghhh!" Pat choked, backing away. She lost her balance and fell on her back on the floor. Quick as a flash he was on her, snapping his cock into her hole with on quick lunge of his strong hips.
"Oh, Bobby," Pat groaned happily. She struggled to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down so she could get her hands on his bare ass. "You fuck like a real man! Give it to me! Screw my pussy," she panted. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine he was a man her own age, fucking her pussy with such strong, long, manly strokes.
But he fucked with no finesse. No kissing. No light teasing touches on her boobs. No fingering of her erect clit. But ... he did FUCK! Hard. Fast. Steady. He had her moaning and coming, pushing her wiggling ass all over the carpet.
"Wait," Pat panted. "This floor is so fucking hard. Let's get up on the sofa."
The moment she was on her back again, he was into her, driving his pink cock into her cunt with wild strokes.
"Don't you ever come, Bobby?" she gasped. His attack on her cunt was so concentrated, she felt like her pussy was on fire from the mad friction of his rigid dick slamming into her.
He grunted proudly, "I come like this!" He lifted her ass up high and slammed it down on his hard joint, impaling her asshole on his rigid dick. The moment he had settled into her shithole, his cock erupted its load. He pulled out. Quickly.
"He sure can fuck," Pat told herself under her breath, "but how much he has to learn about making real love." She was sure there were women along his route who would delight in educating the young boy in all the finer points. And she would check him out every now and then. It would be something to see the young kid develop into a true stud. A real pussy master!
He was gone as quickly as he had arrived. Pat washed her tender cunt and her burning asshole. Again, she felt the loneliness making her blue. Bobby's brief fuck had only turned her on even more for Roger's long satisfying cock.
She didn't feel like getting dressed. Clothes would only make it more difficult for her to finger her pussy. When the doorbell rang again, she raced for the living room.
"Hello, Pat," the tall handsome man said quietly. "I told you I'd come calling."
"Larry!"
She flew into his arms with a glad cry. He brought with him the fresh smell of the pine forest that surrounded his cabin by the stream where he had rescued her from the would-be rapist.
She closed the door and slipped out of her robe. His hands tenderly stroked her bare back and cupped her quivering ass while they kissed. Pat pulled him down on the sofa with her, fumbling his erect cock out of his pants. He slid smoothly into her welcoming hole.
Without once stopping the smooth stroking of his cock, she got him undressed. His hands drove her wild, delving into all her secret places. Pat kept coming over and over again, her mind carryng her back to his old cabin. Her sofa became his creaky bunk. The soft upholstery became the scratchy blankets. His hands were everywhere on her body, touching, stroking, gently pinching, softly probing. When he came, much too soon for her, she clung to him. What a wild and wonderful day it was turning out to be!
"I've been thinking about you so much," he said. Then he chuckled. "Ask the chipmunks! They sit and chatter at a crazy, naked man standing in the sunlight in his cabin door, jacking off."
"We will have to find you a good woman, Larry," Pat whispered. "It's no damn good being alone. Ask me!"
They lay talking in low tones. Her hand held his cock. Her cunt happily closed around his long middle finger. This was something Pat had never enjoyed before-the tender after play of love. The sweet tenderness!
His goodbye kiss was sweet and long. His promise to call on her again, very soon, was definite and filled with anticipation of their next time together. When Pat slipped back into her robe, her cunt was content. For a while.
She wandered outside and curled up on her pool lounge, watching the shadows creep across the lawn, just daydreaming. Her head tilted back. Her robe opened. Her full tits were tinged with the golden rays of the setting sun. A soft clicking noise intruded on her thoughts.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful," she heard a man saying.
Her eyes snapped open. Her jaw fell in happy disbelief. This was really her day. Now her life was worth living! Don stood there grinning and clicking one picture after another. Pat remembered the movie Ray had bought of this mechanic fucking the young blonde chick, which took place in the same apartment where Don had fucked Pat.
In a moment, Pat remembered how fast this man moved-how she hadn't been in his apartment for five minutes before he had his cock in her. This time, she was more than ready. But he seemed fascinated by the play of the late afternoon sun on her nude body. He tugged her robe wide open and lay her flat on her back, lifting one of her knees and laying it open so the sun shone directly on her wet cunt. He snapped picture after picture, moving around and peering at her figure from all angles.
"Still on your way to being the photographer of the year?" she hotly teased him.
"There have been a few delays-like this!" He put the camera down and slid her lower on the lounge, so her open cunt was at the edge of the pad. Pat's fingers spread her pussy lips and held herself open, coming up on her elbows to watch his tongue licking into her softness. "You taste so damn good. I had forgotten."
"Fuck me with your tongue, Don. I love it. You are so good with that licking thing in me!"
Her pussy juice poured down the soft crack of her ass and flowed around her twitching asshole. It made her spread her legs and push her heels into the cushion, lifting her ass so he could burrow into her brown hole with his strong tongue.
Her quivering legs held her ass high off the cushion. Her hips bucked and shook, pushing against the erotic touches of his lapping tongue. She moaned and turned over. Her fingers spread her cheeks. His hot mouth ate her asshole, driving her from one quick climax into another.
"Fuck my ass," she whimpered hotly. "It will go in easy, I'm so wet. Do it. Do it!"
"Urn. Tight," he muttered. "So damn tight!"
"Oh God," Pat groaned an instant later. "I'm coming. Commiinnggg!"
His cock pounded into her ass. Pat lunged forward, falling flat out. His cock spurted his boiling hot cum over her shaking buns.
"Oh, it hurts. It's burning my ass," Pat groaned. "Is it in? Is it out? I can't tell, I'm so fucking out of my head."
"It's over. That's what it is," he moaned. "Christ! I'm sweating like a horse. Too fast. Too damn hot and fast!"
He stripped his shirt off and kicked free of his shoes. His arms scooped her up and tossed her into the pool. They splashed and frolicked in the cool water like kids. Pat was sure if she felt any happier, she would burst! All this mad, wonderful, crazy fucking she was getting!
They flopped, dripping on the cool grass. "Are you ready to go again?" she teased him.
"He may not be, but I'm hot to trot," Pat heard Roger's deep voice saying. Pat flipped over, to stare at his naked figure squatting on the grass beside her. "Been watching you two from upstairs. I have some adjusting to do, if I'm to come home to scenes like this!"
"Home! Oh, Roger! Do you mean it? You're moving in?"
He chuckled and hugged her tightly as she nestled against him. "Well, I didn't bring much. Just a few suitcases. And my douche bag," he kidded her. "Nice to see you again, Don."
"You know him?" Pat gasped in surprise.
"Best mechanic in town. Services all my cars," Roger grinned. "Didn't know he also serviced my woman, though."
Don shook his head ruefully, watching Roger's thick cock growing under Pat's teasing fingers.
"I guess a boy shouldn't try to handle a man's work," he smiled. "Time I shoved off, Pat. I think you'll have your hands full. And other things, too. Keep in touch, you two."
He dressed quickly, and grinned at them when he tugged his zipper up. "You needn't see me out. Probably the folks around here are curious enough already. Frankly, I'm green with envy, Roger. Wonder if you have any idea of what a terrific female you have here?"
Roger smiled, "I'm making ongoing explorations. Some deep drilling."
Pat's felt her cunt quivering. "Let's go upstairs. NOW!"
Arm in arm, they walked through the house and up to the bedroom. His hand cupped her bottom. His fingers slid up her smooth cunt. It tingled with excitement as she stepped over his suitcases scattered around on the floor.
She lay on her back, holding his hand against her hot cunt while their lips melted passionately together. When their deep, tongue-sucking kiss ended, her hand was stroking his cock with the same insistent pressure of his fingers working in her clasping hole.
"Your body is so beautiful." He bent over, nuzzling his nose into the softness of her wet cunt. He kissed and licked the warm flesh of her inner thighs.
This is what I've missed, all my life, Pat thought dreamily to herself. At last I have a man who has feelings for what I want and what I need in my loving.
Roger ate her pussy with such tenderness that her eyes brimmed full of salty tears. Her body trembled. She groaned, writhing her pussy up tighter against his mouth when he began licking her clit with just the very tip jof his tongue.
"Ummm. Ummm. Ummm," Pat moaned. "You're making me come. Already!"
His tongue plunged deeply into her clenching hole, lapping hungrily at her juicy cunt walls, letting the sweet flow of her juices fill his mouth. Her tongue licked up and down his pulsing cock. Her teeth nipped and teased. His hand pressed around the back of her neck and held her still while he fucked her in her mouth, his cock sliding in at the same time his tongue probed into her flowing pussy.
Little trembling comes kept zipping through Pat. Her thighs closed tightly around his head. Her mouth sucked him into coming with her. She swallowed his hot load, licking and biting him in an uncontrollable burst of passion.
"Now! Fuck me, Roger," she panted. "I have to feel you inside me. Have to! Right now!"
His rigid cock slid to the bottom of her cunt. Her legs lifted and locked around him. His arms slid under her body, crushing her tits to his chest. He fucked with deeply penetrating thrusts, feeling her strong legs pulling him into her. Releasing. Pulling him back again.
Her eyes opened, dreamily. She watched the play of silvery light from the ceiling spotlights glow on his smoothly rippling muscles. Her cunt quivered ecstatically around his rigid cock. The room grew darker as the summer sun dropped below the horizon.
Her mouth found his. She sucked his probing tongue in rhythm with the deep strokes of his cock gliding in and out of her pussy. Locked tightly in each other's embrace, Pat felt the strongest orgasm of her life building up inside her. At last, everything was just as it should be. Her long search for her perfect lover was over.