Chapter 1
Pat angrily slapped the hood of her Buick shut, her heavy tits swinging with the motion of her body. Now why wouldn't the damn car start? Always something. The starting motor just clunked and growled but wouldn't kick the engine over. Her hands burned from their brief contact with the hood which was hot from the July sun beating down on it while she'd been shopping in the supermarket.
She shaded her blue eyes and squinted across the sunlit lot at the market. There was a row of phones at the end. She dusted her hands on her brief shorts and walked through the maze of cars to the welcome coolness of the market. Two young kids on bikes whistled at the way her T shirt clung to her full tits bouncing under the thin cotton, but she huffily ignored them. Her husband was due in off the road tonight, from one of his sales trips. She'd call and have the car towed home, and let him handle the repairs. After he'd handled her! A solid week without a man had done little to improve Pat's mood. The T shirt irritated her stiff nipples and her shorts cut into her moist crotch in a way that made her pussy itch so much it was all she could do to keep her hands off it while she phoned for the tow truck pickup.
The driver half listened to her troubles, staring frankly and openly at the swell of her breasts. His eyes made her pussy itch even more. Pat figured he was about thirty. Her age. She watched his strong muscles ripple as he chained the Buick to the hoist. When he straightened up, after checking the hookup, Pat's hand suddenly began to twitch. Two buttons on the fly of his coverall had come open!
She caught a glimpse of his thick white cock and a quick flash of his thick pubic hair showing through his open fly. Her temperature zoomed up like a rocket. She wished she lived further away than the three brief miles from the market. There wouldn't be much time to tease herself, staring past his open buttons while he towed her car home.
"Better ride in the cab with me, ma'am," he was saying. "It'll be rough, but safer than dangling on the chain in your car."
She climbed up on the high seat and leaned against the door, her legs open toward him. She was hot! Ready to tease him, letting him see the shape of her pussy under the close-fitting crotch of her shorts, but that's really as far as her thinking went. No matter how much she missed getting fucked when Ray was on the road, she'd stayed faithful to him through five long years of marriage. Sometimes she wondered why. He wasn't really that good in bed. He never truly satisfied her. Not completely.
As the truck ground slowly out of the lot, Pat sighed. It was lousy, feeling horny all the time, but when she got home she'd get her dildo and give her cunt a real workout. Thinking about what she was going to do made her hotter than ever. She realized her nipples were sticking straight out at the driver, and she suspected her crotch must be damp enough to darken the thin material stretching over her hotly pooching cunt lips. She dropped her hand between her legs, and caught the flick of his eyes as he watched her movement.
Pat tried to brace herself against the jouncing of the cab, but her boobs still raised hell under the T shirt. His eyes made her feel stark naked. Damn it! But it was a nice feeling. She got hotter every slow mile, as the truck bounced along.
Pat was staring at his open fly so hard, she let him drive right past her house. He was built nice! Thicker than her husband. That cock must really be long when it was swollen full of hotly pulsing blood, Pat thought to herself.
"I'm sorry," she roused herself. "My house is two doors back. Ah ... why don't you come in for a cold drink. This heat is something else."
He grinned and ran his hand through his mop of curly black hair. "That would be nice," was all he said. Had his cock grown a little bigger, or was it only her hot mind playing tricks on her? Pat thought he was damn good looking. His white teeth flashed brightly when he smiled, and his eyes were dark and sexy looking. God damn, she was hard up! She blushed at what she found herself thinking. In her mind, she was naked on her bed, watching him undress very slowly, and stare at her naked wet cunt, open and ready to take him!
"Enjoy your drink," she told him. "If you need more ice, it's here on the counter. I ... I have to get the money from my bedroom."
She stumbled down the hall to her bedroom. What was wrong with her? She hadn't felt so damn hot since her honeymoon night! She fumbled in her dresser drawer, looking for the emergency money she had stashed away. Her fingers brushed over the dildo lying on a stack of silk panties. She wondered why she was so chicken. The real thing was waiting in her own kitchen. Alive, and warm and thick. Not like that dumb plastic gadget.
Pat glanced at her reflection in the big mirror. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and her shorts showed a dark stain of pussy juice. On impulse, she stripped naked and quickly shrugged into a short terry cloth robe and fumbled with the tie around her waist.
She headed back toward the kitchen, amazed at the horny thoughts that were flashing through her feverish brain. She could feel her hands wrapping around the truck driver's long hard cock. Her pussy was so wet she was sure he would hear it squishing when she walked into the kitchen.
"Here's your money. Thank you...." she murmured. When he turned toward her, she almost dropped the folded bills. All the buttons on his fly were open! He must have been fooling around with himself when he was waiting for her.
To cover her hot confusion, she jammed the money in his pocket and turned quickly away to perch on the kitchen counter. Her robe opened half way. Pat almost choked on her Coke when he moved close to her and stood between her parted knees.
"Where's your husband?" he asked quietly.
"Around somewhere," she lied. She could not tear her eyes away from his rising cock snaking out of his coveralls.
He put his drink down. His rough hands brushed over her bare knees, pushing them open just a little.
"Sure about that?" he asked, smiling. His hands slid up her thighs, under her robe. Pat looked down at his hard cock as it pointed straight at her slickly wet pussy. She swallowed hard. Her fingers twitched. She was surprised at how she just sat there, watching him open and close her long legs against his hard shaft.
"Touch it," he said. "You know you want to. Put your hands around me."
"No," she whispered. "I ... I don't play around. I think you had better go now." She didn't mean a single word she was saying. And she knew he knew it. His hands slid around her hips and eased her cunt to the very edge of the counter.
"If you didn't want to do this, you wouldn't have undressed," he told her huskily.
Pat shivered, and in spite of herself, opened her legs a little more. She stared down and bit her lip. His wide cockhead was throbbing against the very center of her open cunt. He moved toward her. One small step. She caught her breath. Her nipples felt red hot under the itchy terry cloth. He kept his hands around her waist, slowly walking his erection into her quivering pussy. His cock felt like a white-hot poker spreading her pussy lips.
"You like how that feels. Don't you?"
Her voice stuck in her throat. Pat just nodded. Her head was in a whirl! He was really going to fuck her! Right there on her own kitchen counter! And she knew she wasn't going to do a single thing to stop him. She wanted to screw! So badly she could cry. Something clicked in her hot mind. She felt her fingers fumbling with the tie of her robe, flinging it wide open. Her back arched like a silky cat's, thrusting her full naked tits out toward him.
"Do it!" she choked. "Oh, God help me! Do it to me! Fuck me! It ... it's been so long!"
He moved closer to her, spreading her legs wide. Their heads touched. They watched his long cock easing into the moist pinkness of her pussy. Pat shivered and shook, waves of goose bumps rippling over her skin. He took his time. He was very gentle. And very persistent! Now every single inch of his throbbing cock was out of sight. Deep inside her quivering cunt. He stood still, his dick twitching in her hole as it clasped and unclasped with little ecstatic ripples of joy around his hard tool.
"You feel heavenly inside of me," she sighed. Her ankles locked together behind him, pulling him deeper into her. She felt like she was going to break into a million little fluttering pieces.
"Move!" she suddenly whispered, hotly. "Make him move inside me. I want to feel you sliding in and out of me."
"There's no hurry. You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen. And it's so damn tight around me I can't believe it!"
His strong hands lifted her legs, spreading her so they could see her cunt lips wrapped around his pulsing erection. He eased back until just the tip of his cock held her open. His muscles contracted with a steady rhythm, making his prick jump. Her cunt responded to every movement. She wanted desperately to come, but she held back, afraid he would come too, and it would be over all too soon. Her hands found his and pressed his palm against her aching nipples.
He bent his head, lifting her heavy tit to his mouth. She moaned when his teeth nibbled on her flaming hot nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. Her hips worked frantically, trying to draw more of his hardness into her eager pussy. Now he let her have a little more of him. And more! Now it was all deeply buried. Pat thought her nerves would explode with her tension. Her arms tightened around his neck.
"Please! Carry me into the bedroom," she whispered. "I want to fuck. Hard! This counter isn't the place."
He scooped her up. Her legs locked around his waist. He eased her shaking ass off the counter and walked down the hall, his cock bottomed in her wildly fluttering cunt.
He sat her on the edge of the bed and gently pushed her flat. She whimpered when she felt his tool withdraw, and then groaned with pleasure when his hands spread her and she felt his hot breath against her wet cunt lips.
Her orgasm swept over her the moment his tongue flicked against her erect clit. She came again when it probed into the tightness of her hole. Her fingers twisted in his hair, holding his face hard against her, her hips working frantically as he tonguefucked her into another wild climax. The room spun dizzily around her. She could hear her rasping breath and the small sounds of protest as the bed rose and fell under the drive of her strong hips fucking back against the wonderfully deep probing of his tongue.
"Eat me!" she panted. "You are a terrific lover! Eat my cunt. Push inside me. Harder!"
Her hands trembled down to lift her legs higher for him. Her hand stroked the back of his neck, holding his mouth against her spasming cunt. Pat's fingers brushed her blonde pussy fur impatiently out of the way so she could pinch her clit and roll it around between her fingertips while he sucked her into still another wrenching orgasm.
A shuddering sigh escaped her parched lips. Her legs drifted down to lie flat on the bed. He turned her over. She felt his fingers spreading her asscheeks! Her body jerked violently. His tongue worked into her tight butt hole, probing and withdrawing with such sensuous touches that her finger thrust deeply into her cunt. She fingered herself, shamelessly, writhing and twisting on the rumpled bed.
He flipped her over and slid his hard tool into her cunt, beside her own finger. She pressed into his cum channel rubbing as he stroked. He grew hotter inside her. His mouth clamped down over hers. His tongue probed inside. She could taste her own pussy in his mouth. It was too much to handle!
Her legs seized him. Her hips began to drive him in and out of her creaming hole with wilder and wilder thrusts. His cock was like a steel rod reaming her clenching cunt.
"God damn!" he suddenly gasped. "I'm coming! Commmmiinngggg!!"
"YES! It's all right. I want you to! You need to come. I want to feel you filling my cunt full!" she moaned.
His boiling hot cum erupted in agonized spurts, searing the tender flesh of her cunthole. She came with him, biting his neck, raking her nails over his plunging asscheeks. He seemed to come forever, jerking hotly, deep inside her snatch.
He rolled off her and lay panting on his back. Her hand closed around his hard shaft sticking straight up out of his coveralls. He jumped when her hot mouth slid down over him, but he let her suck him and run her thumb up his long shaft, going after every single drop of his burning load. She crawled over him, spreading her legs, pressing her cunt down over his mouth. They lay sucking, licking each other. To her joy, his prick stayed up as hard as granite!
"I want to put it back in," she panted. "I want to fuck. God, you are built so beautifully big! You make my husband look like a little Boy Scout!"
She swung around and sat on him, sliding his hardness back inside her hungry hole. Her knees settled into the bed, tight against his legs. She began swinging her hips, driving him in and out of her while her tits bounced just out of reach of his open mouth.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!" she rasped. "Jesus, how I need this!"
He stretched out stiffly on the bed, bringing his hands together under the back of his head. He grinned, and lay there letting her fuck his cock with long, shuddering sweeps of her strong hips. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Pat rode his hard tool like it was the last one left on earth. She did not come, but she didn't want to just yet. She just wanted to feel his hardness inside her, plunging in and out, bottoming in her cunt, feeling so fantastically good she wanted to shout out loud for joy!
Pat lost all track of time. Her mouth grew as dry as cotton. Her eyes glazed. Her cunt kept opening and snapping shut, like it had a mind all of its own. A mind that had taken her over, completely. The perspiration poured down her lunging body. She could hear the bed squeaking, and the sexy squishing sounds of his cock fucking her. He let her ride him and fuck until she finally fell flat on top of him, gasping for breath.
"Can't go anymore," she whimpered. "Just can't. Have to rest. Just fucked out. Can't believe it!"
She collapsed on her bed, shakily brushing the sweat off her face and tits with her trembling fingers. Now that reason was returning, she was astounded at what she had done! He was a total stranger! She had let him put his cock in her cunt. And suck on her pussy, and probe into her asshole! Pat felt her face growing red as fire. What had happened to her? She had been cherry when she married Ray, and she had never let another man fuck her. Never!
The bed creaked as the truck driver rolled off and stood unsteadily, looking down at her.
He smiled, and leaned over to kiss her. "You have my number. Call me. Anytime."
Pat smiled feebly. She nodded. There didn't seem to be much to say. She watched him put his cock away and button his fly. Her face was still flushed with embarrassment. How silly to blush, she thought. After all she'd done with him. She heard the front door close, and the sound of the truck engine starting.
Pat turned on her side and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess! Her body was streaked with sweat. Her lips were swollen and bruised looking. She didn't dare even touch her pussy. But never in all her life had she been so sexually satisfied! She struggled to her feet and swayed down the hall to the bathroom.
The cold flow from the shower made her nipples come painfully erect again. She soaped herself from head to toe, feeling more alive than she had in months. Every inch of her body tingled and responded to the touch of her fingers. She shut the water off and toweled herself until her skin glowed pink.
Obeying a sudden impulse, she rummaged in her dresser drawer and found her dildo. "Out you go," she muttered. "Never again!"
She strode out to the kitchen and wrapped the rubber cock in an old shopping sack and dumped it in the wastebasket. From now on, if Ray didn't fuck her like a real man, she would fine someone else and treat herself to a real screwing. Like she'd gotten today. What a revelation! How fantastic it was to be fucked by a real man! From now on, look out! Her tingling pussy told her it wanted more cock. And for the first time, she felt she had the courage to go after it.
And it was right next door!