Chapter 2
"Hi there, stranger," Barbara said in a voice she scarcely recognized as her own. "Buy a girl a drink?"
She sidled over to the bar stool next to the big blond man. She didn't know what had made her single him out. He was just sitting there by himself, gazing absently into his glass of bourbon, no ice. He looked up at her curiously. She felt a sudden urge to bolt.
"Sure," he said. Then his face split with a grin. "But only because you're obviously uncomfortable, using a corny line like that!"
Barbara flushed. The man was laughing at her. She wanted to slap his face. Instead, she started to laugh too. She realized how ridiculous she looked.
The tension flowed out of her.
"Yeah, I guess you read me pretty well," she said shakily. She pulled a cigarette from a pack with unsteady fingers.
A lighter flared to light the cigarette. She puffed it gratefully into life. "Thanks," she said, exhaling smoke. "I guess I'm not too good at this, huh?"
"Who is?" the blond man asked. Now at close quarters, she could see something about him she hadn't been able to tell through the dim light and cigarette smoke in the lounge. He was extremely handsome, in a big and boyish sort of way. "Except the professionals, and you're obviously not one of those, if you'll pardon my saying so."
"I-I don't know what to say."
"Tell me what you'd like to drink."
Barbara hesitated. "Scotch and water," she said. The blond man signaled the bartender.
After he'd ordered, Barbara said, "I just can't tell you how perfectly idiotic I feel."
"That's quite all right," the man said quietly. "I can't tell you just how fortunate I feel."
Barbara looked at him with wide eyes. "You really mean that?"
"Of course." He sipped his drink. "A beautiful woman comes up to me in a crowded bar, obviously looking for a little illicit fling, just as obviously unsure of herself and feeling a little guilt at what she's doing. But, in a certain fumbling way, she's very graceful about it. It makes me feel good."
Barbara gulped. "Thank you, I think," she said in a little-girl voice.
He finished his drink. "My name's John," he said. "John Halen."
"Barbara," Barbara said. She didn't offer her last name.
"Now we come to the moment of truth," John said, staring deeply into the limpid, blue pools of her eyes. "Was a drink all you were looking for?"
Barbara felt a blush rising in her cheeks. She tried to speak, but no sound came. Almost involuntarily, her brightly painted red lips formed the word "no."
John smiled warmly. "Let's go, then," he said as he rose. Barbara finished her drink and stood up too quickly. Dizziness assailed her. She groped out uncertainly with her hand.
John took it in his. Holding Barbara firmly, he led her out through the crowd of people in the poorly-lit bar.
Here goes nothing, she thought as she stepped into the cab John had flagged down a few minutes later.
The cab rumbled through the nighttime streets. The driver seemed cold and distant, as though he was in another dimension, dimly visible but somehow removed. Streetlights striped the passing darkness when Barbara looked out of the window.
Barbara sat with her miniskirted hip touching John's leg. She was becoming more and more aware of his presence. There was something about him, something like ... like what had attracted her to Richard in the first place, she thought with a pang of guilt.
Then she chided herself. Why feel any guilt? This was Richard's fault. She'd taken all she could. He'd awakened her as a woman, shown her the lusting, passionate, man-hungry side of her nature she'd repressed for so long. Now he was virtually ignoring her.
What else could he expect?
Slowly, she reached for John Halen's fly. He stiffened at her touch. His eyes flickered to the side, but she refused to meet his gaze.
As if in a dream, unnaturally calm fingers took hold of his zipper and pulled it down. She felt his prick growing warmer and firmer beneath her hand. She unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid her fingers into the waistband of his undershorts.
Her fingers touched hard cock. Her heart gave a leap of anticipation. The stranger's cockmeat was alien to her touch, but she felt her pussy begin to Water. Her nipples poked out the front of her clinging white blouse, making little tents of fabric.
Hesitantly, she pulled John's cock out of his pants. He sat perfectly still, watching her out of the corner of his eye. His cock snapped instantly erect as soon as the head was free of the elastic band.
Barbara's eyes widened in awe. John Halen's cock was shorter than her husband's, much shorter, but it was incredibly thick! It must have been six inches around! It looked like the tapered stump of a California redwood.
She leaned forward. Her mouth was drawn to the big, stiff cock like iron to a magnet. She felt the heat of the prick washing over her face. The undersides of her heavy boobs touched his left thigh. She parted her lips and closed her eyes.
The head of John's cock touched her open mouth. A thrill of excitement ran down her spine. Her head swam with the rich, full flavor of all-male cock.
Her tongue crept forward, its tip touching the tip of John's prick. She heard his breath hiss inward.
She pressed her tongue-tip into the piss-hole in the very end of his cock. He gave a low moan of pleasure. A strong hand came down onto the back of her neck, holding her in place.
She opened her mouth wider to take in the giant cock. Her lips slid down the head of the rigid prick, stretching farther and farther apart as the cockhead entered her mouth. She wrapped both hands around the base of the cock.
Her teeth slipped into the groove that ran around the base of the prickhead. She swirled her tongue over the enormous, blunt cone of the cockhead. John's grip tightened on her neck.
Ahead, a light flicked to red. The cab slowed to a stop. The cabbie lounged in the driver's seat, wondering how his favorite team would do in the NBA playoffs.
The couple in the back seat were strangely quiet. That wasn't too unusual. The tall, black-haired fox with the willowy figure and spectacular jugs was no longer to be seen in the rearview mirror, and her companion had a slightly glassy smile on his face. That wasn't too unusual either.
He heard a soft sucking sound. His own prick gave a sympathetic throb. What I wouldn't give to fuck into that, he thought. I can just imagine those cool, lovely lips wrapped around my prick. Or her pussy, coming down onto my cock like an oily sock. I wonder what her cunt feels like?
He shrugged. He'd never know. The light turned green. He let out the clutch. The cab moved ahead.
Let the couple in the back have their fun. It was all the same to him as long as they paid their fare, la Barbara was having to fight to control her excited trembling. It wasn't simply that this was her first infidelity to Richard. It was the first time she'd seen or touched, to say nothing of had her mouth on, another man's cock. The novelty of having her lips wrapped around a stranger's big prick was almost as big a turn-on as the forbidden thrill of adultery!
John's cock was bucking like a brahma bull. He was close to coming. Suddenly, Barbara felt an overwhelming urge to sample his come. What does his jism taste like? she wondered. Her pussy began to go taut with excessive horniness.
Her fingers began pumping lightly up and down the lower part of the huge prick. No point trying to fuck her face on the incredibly thick cock. She'd long since learned a man's prick was most sensitive where the head met the cockshaft!
She turned so her tits rested in his lap. He stroked the back of her head. She pressed her lips down on the cockstalk and sucked fiercely.
John's buttcheeks clamped. His prick seemed to grow between Barbara's lips. For a moment it seemed her jaw would pop out of its sockets.
The blond man strained to keep from fucking his cock balls-deep into the black-haired woman's face. Christ, but she knew how to give head! It felt as if he'd fucked his cock into a vacuum cleaner!
Slam! Slam! Slam! Three massive contractions hit his prick. A jet of come rebounded from the roof of her mouth. "Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned in surprise. Her throat muscles worked to drink down the precious come.
Another pulse of the outsized prick and Barbara's mouth was swimming with acrid sperm. John's jism tasted like Richard's, and yet it was different, distinct. She couldn't put her finger on it. Perhaps it was a change in tartness, or maybe saltiness. She swallowed hot come. Another jerk of the tree trunk-like cock and her mouth overflowed despite her greedy come-drinking.
She felt drops of jism roll down her chin and drip onto her hands. John's hips were in constant motion. His cock spat wad after wad of boiling come into her waiting mouth. She swirled her tongue around in the mess of jism in her mouth, reveling in its strange but familiar flavor.
When the mammoth cock gave its final pulse and then lay still, Barbara felt a flash of disappointment. Then she remembered this was just a foretaste of carnal delights to come!
She raised her head. Come ran down both sides of her mouth. Her lipstick was smeared. She licked jism off of her lips, then bent down to clean the softening cock of the come that covered it, with still-avid lips and tongue.
John Halen's apartment was spacious and expensive-looking. The carpet was a deep, rich pile, the walls covered with framed prints and tastefully-executed original oils. The couch and chairs in the living room were covered in what looked-and smelled-like genuine leather.
Barbara stood in the doorway, looking about in awe. She and Richard had always lived well on the money he had made as an engineer, but they would never have been able to afford anything as luxurious as this!
John slipped off his jacket. He was wearing a trim vest beneath. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked.
He went into the other room. Barbara walked over to the couch, sat down and began running her hands over it. It was real leather, all right. The smooth texture of the fine leather excited her.
She sat back up as John came back into the room. He handed her a drink. He took a sip of the dark liqueur and set his glass on a hand-carved end table. Then he began to undress.
Barbara watched him, her blue eyes wide. He certainly didn't believe in wasting any time! Her heart raced. Her pussy once more started to leak fragrant sauces into the crotch of her panties.
She sat uncertainly as John pulled off his clothes. Beneath was a brawny, thick-muscled body. Barbara sipped her drink and eyed the man appreciatively. The rest of him was as impressive as his two-inch-thick cock!
She took one more sip of her drink. Then, rolling the syrupy liqueur around on her tongue, she set the glass on the coffee table, sat back and began unbuttoning her filmy blouse.
As John pulled his-white shirt off, he studied the young woman. Her nipples were broad, wine-dark patches against the white globes of her jugs. Slowly the blouse fell open, revealing a greater and greater expanse of soft pink titflesh.
Barbara pulled her blouse open to completely bare her ripe tits. John nodded appreciatively as he pulled his pants and underwear down his muscular thighs. His cock arched as the underpants dragged the head downward. Then it sprang free, looking like the barrel of a cannon jutting from his hairy crotch.
Barbara bit her lip. She stood and slid her skirt up around her hips. She undid the skirt, took it off ' and let it fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties.
Gradually, she pulled the yellow panties down. Her cuntbun appeared before John's lusting eyes. Her pussy fur was neat and trim, more like a bar than a triangle of black cunt hair that reached down toward the mouth of her pussy. John's cock throbbed in horny anticipation as the woman pulled her panties down her thighs.
She stepped gracefully out of her panties. Nude, she stepped forward, stretching her arms wide. Her tits rode up her ribcage, jutting proudly. The nipples looked like reddish-brown marbles.
Their naked bodies came together. The underside of John's cock crushed Barbara's pussy mound as they kissed. His chest was crushed hard against her tits, driving the nipples deep into the pillowy jugs.
John ran a hand down her long, shapely back, cupping the cheeks of her ass. She moaned and ground her cunt against his cock. She rocked her hips back and forth, mock-fucking the prick with her pussy. Her cunt lips slathered aromatic oils all over the base of the stiff cock.
He began to walk her back toward the couch. Her tongue intertwined with his, she sat. Her bare buttcheeks splayed out on the leather.
The upholstery was cool and felt strange on her naked rump. The feel of it was helping to turn her on! John sat down next to her, reaching a hand out to play with her tits.
He stretched out on the couch between the seated woman's legs, his face poised in front of her cunt. He put his hands on her hips and pulled. Getting his message, she picked herself up and swung a leg over his face.
Her cunt blossomed before John's eager eyes. The pink of her pussy contrasted brilliantly with the jet-black of her cunt fur. A large drop of cunt honey glittered in the entry way of her pussy hole. The hot, spicy smell of hungry young cunt washed over his face like a wind.
Barbara leaned forward. Her tits swung forward and down, thumping gently on John's belly. Her jugs rolled so that the rigid nipples drilled into his stomach muscles. He sighed as her lips met the head of his cock in a fervent kiss.
His warm breath feathered the insides of her thighs and caressed her open cunt. She stirred her butt invitingly and began to take his cock into her mouth.
As the warm wetness of her mouth enfolded his enflamed cockhead, John reached out and picked up her half-filled glass. A finger stretched up to play with the lips of the woman's pussy. She shivered with excited pleasure as a trickle of cunt juice ran down his finger.
He took a sip of the creme de menthe, then a whole mouthful. He swirled the sweet liqueur around in his mouth, then raised his head and pulled her cunt mouth wide-open with the fingers of both hands. He pressed his mouth to her yawning cunt gash. His lips parted. His tongue slipped into the moist chamber of her cunt.
Pleasure played up and down her pussy tunnel. She felt a peculiar tingling in her cunt. Richard had eaten her cunt often enough-in the old days, at least-but she'd never felt anything like this.
She turned her head and saw that John was just placing the glass of creme de menthe on the carpet. Two of the fingers of that hand had a tell-tale sheen of cunt honey.
Barbara felt a wild surge of excitement. John had had a mouthful of creme de menthe. That was the tingling she had felt in her cunt. His tongue was covered with the syrupy, alcoholic liquid, and was swishing around in her cunt like a swizzle stick.
Cunt juice and creme de menthe-that was a new kind of mixed drink!
Her jaws were forced wider apart as she fucked her face slowly onto the massive spear of John's cock. Her husband had a thick prick, but it was nothing like this one. She wasn't sure she could fit the whole cock in her mouth, but she was determined to try. John's mouth was fastened over her pussy. He sucked noisily at her dripping cunt. His tongue fucked in and out of her pussy, coating the greasy cunt-tunnel with sweet liqueur.
Her mouth was wide open. John's prickhead filled her mouth. The upper side of the flaring cockhead was crushing her tongue. The flavor of cock was strong and rich in her mouth.
Her lips sought loose flesh farther down on the turgid cock stalk. John hummed into her pussy and brought his tongue from her cunt with a licking motion that sent ecstasy crackling through the nerves of her sensitive cunt. His tongue lapped at the juicy slit of her cunt. She trembled. She was so turned on she could hardly stand it! The creme de menthe was seeping into her pussy, giving off a warm glow of delight into her cunt.
She forced her face closer to the base of John's fat cock. Her vision swam. The cone-shaped head of his cock passed into the back of her mouth, then entered her throat. She felt her neck muscles stretching to accommodate the huge girth of his prick. The cock jerked with his pounding pulse.
Then her nose pressed into the curly bush surrounding the base of her new acquaintance's cock. John moaned into her pussy, thrilling her greedy cunt, and moved his hips so that the prick stirred within her mouth.
It was her turn to moan. The cock was gigantic! Her jaws were spread so wide that the sockets creaked. But the sheer erotic vitality that pulsed in the cock was making her fantastically horny!
Her tongue curled around the cock. John's fingers tugged her cunt mouth farther open. His tongue swirled around in her pussy and stabbed at her blood-engorged clit.
The ravishing black-haired beauty hadn't known how turned on she really was until then. The touch of John's tongue on her straining clit sent sparks shooting the length of her cunt and up through her naked body. Abruptly, the tunnel of her cunt closed in on itself so hard it made her gasp, the air from her lungs whooshing out around the cock stuffed in her mouth.
She was coming! She cried out in surprise and rotated her hips as John fucked his tongue up into her pussy. The creme de menthe seemed to flicker into flame in her cunt as her body lit up with the mind-bending ecstasy of climax. Her pussy pulsed around the stiffened tongue and filled John's mouth with a rush of tasty oils.
She started furiously fucking her face up and down on the unyielding staff of John's cock. Her lips were like a tight rubber ring around the throbbing prick. John's skillful tongue drew orgasm from orgasm from her exploding pussy. Then his spit-glossed prick gathered itself and spat.
For the second time that night, Barbara found her mouth filled with the blond stranger's come!