Chapter 3
"I was scared shitless!" said Eleanor.
Her hand shook as she put the coffee cup down on the table. She glanced around guiltily to see if anyone else in the restaurant had heard her besides Vicki.
"That is pretty heavy going, kiddo," said Vicki, her blue eyes wide. She brushed back her blonde hair and looked at her friend. "So you really masturbated in the bathtub and thought about some guy pissing on your cunt? Shit, I never got that far out when I was using the wax banana from that display on the hall table."
"You used that? Why, I must have gone by it a dozen times and never noticed anything."
Eleanor was continually surprised at her friend. She thought Vicki would be shocked at what she'd done. Instead, the woman accepted it-perhaps not calmly, but she accepted. That made Eleanor feel better. And having Vicki confess something like stroking off with the artificial banana helped her, too.
''I melted one down with my hot pussy," admitted Vicki, smiling at her friend. "And I had to find another. Believe me, it's not easy finding just one wax banana these days. You should have seen how the clerk looked at me!"
They both laughed, and Eleanor felt the tension melting away. But that still didn't lessen the feelings in her concerning her husband and their sexual relations-or the lack of them.
"I don't know what to do, Vicki," she admitted. Eleanor played with a strand of brunette hair until it began to frizz. She didn't even notice. "I love Jack, I really do. But I think I'd better divorce him."
"Hell, sometimes a man gets weird. Just come out and tell him how you feel. Tell him to get with it in the sack or you'll be spending all your time in the bathroom with your convenient faucet."
"I couldn't do that. He... he might leave me."
"So how's that any different from you leaving him? He'd be the one who was responsible."
Eleanor shook her head. "It's different. I think it's different, at any rate. And I could never admit to him that I was masturbating instead of getting my kicks from his prick. He would call me frigid or something."
"You're not," pointed out Vicki. "You're just bored. Hell," she snorted, idly stirring her coffee, "so am I. The whole bunch of us are frustrated bitches. Cassie is damn near being driven out of her skull because Mark isn't delivering in the fucking department any more, and Mara told me the other day she was thinking about finding herself a lover on the side because Les was jumping on top and fucking and then falling asleep. Sounded just like you and Jack."
Eleanor sighed. "I guess we aren't unique. Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be. Maybe we're the victims. Maybe we're supposed to be bored out of our skulls and hating every instant in bed."
"Hell if we do," said Vicki. "We can do something about it!"
"What?" asked Eleanor suspiciously.
She sometimes wondered if her friend didn't carry her daring a bit too far. Vicki had taken up skydiving to see what it was like. She wasn't sure the blonde woman wasn't going to suggest something equally as dangerous.
"Let's you and me go to a disco tonight. Really get dolled up and go hunting for some horny young stud to fuck us."
"Oh, Vicki, I couldn't do anything like that," protested Eleanor.
But the thought worked inside her, festering and building on all the fantasies she had been living with so much lately. The idea of finding a young man with a muscular ass and powerful arms and chest and a cock that wouldn't stop fucking until she got off
"Why not?" demanded Vicki.
"Well .. . "said Eleanor, her mind racing. The mental image of the stud fucking her grew until it made her pussy cream. She moved uncomfortably on the hard metal restaurant chair, worried she would leave a wet spot. "Okay."
"Great! I'll pick you up at eight. And wear something sexy-really sexy, if you know what I mean."
Eleanor did.
"Goddamn, lady, you're gonna drive the studs wild!" said Vicki, seeing Eleanor outlined in the doorway.
The long, filmy dress clung to her slender legs and outlined her figure perfectly. It was instantly apparent she was going braless tonight from the way her nipples protruded hotly from the thin bodice.
"You're not so bad yourself," said Eleanor, still wondering if this was the right thing to do.
She had lied to Jack and gotten him out of the house. She'd claimed she was going to visit a friend who needed some cheering up. She hadn't said who and he hadn't asked. This made her mad enough to go through with the insane scheme. If he cared so little about her whereabouts, why shouldn't she go find herself a young lover?
"Hell, you're a knockout and you know it! That color of red makes you look ... sexy!"
Eleanor was pleased by Vicki's compliment. She'd thought she looked all right but hearing her friend rave about it made her feel this was going to be an evening to remember!
"Let's go before I lose my nerve. I've never picked up a man like this. It scares me a little."
"You've heard of Women's Lib. This is just part of it. Why shouldn't a woman approach a guy who turns her on? After all, some guys will be too shy to come on to us. Why should both of us be miserable because of some silly idea of what's right and what's wrong?"
Eleanor didn't answer. She was too lost in her own dream world. She visualized what would happen at the disco: She would sweep in and every eye in the place would follow her. Every guy would get an instant hard-on and every woman would hate her guts for being so desirable.
Reality proved to be a close match with her wild fantasy. Every man in the disco followed her swaying ass as she and Vicki moved to a table near the dance floor. She was conscious of their stares and felt like turning and running. Only Vicki's hand on her arm kept her steady and heading for their table.
"This is the big time, kiddo," said her blonde friend. "And I don't think we have to wait for long. God, look at the crotch on that one!"
Eleanor was already looking. She couldn't take her eyes off one of the men's crotches. The huge bulge told her of an impressive cock hiding behind the fabric of his pants. The fabric clung to his body like a second skin. His ass was everything she had ever dreamed about, and his tented trousers seemed likely to split at any instant.
She had to know what lurked under his fly! "He's noticed us. How do we get him to come over?" asked Vicki, nervously brushing at her hair.
"You're the one who said we should be bold and go ask. So go ask him!"
"Me? You're out of your mind. I never could. But there must be some way...
Eleanor hadn't bothered to put on any panties. Crossing her legs and making a big production of it allowed the man on the dance floor to see all the way up to her naked cunt.
She thought the bulge in his pants doubled in size when the guy realized that what he thought he saw was real. He didn't hesitate a second over to the table and sitting down.
Eleanor had thought she was too old for Ibis crowd-after all, she was thirty-two and hardly as pretty as any of the women ten years younger. But this stud had singled her out, even over her blonde friend, Vicki. That puffed up Eleanor with pride, and it made her pussy begin to tingle.
She might actually find a man tonight who could fuck her properly!
The idea of adultery didn't please her, but the idea of staying perpetually frustrated pushed her on. Besides, she liked the idea of toying with this hunk of man. His muscles played sinuously under the thin shirt he wore open to the middle of his hairy chest. The light danced on the double strand of gold chains around his neck, and the way his eyes worked over her body made Eleanor feel like a blushing teenager again.
And the man saw plenty. The impudent swell of her tits made him think they might come spilling out of the thin fabric at any instant. And what a sight that would be-twin mounds of lily-white titflesh capped with rosy nipples. He could see those nipples swelling with lust as he eyed them-not that those delightful tits were all that turned him on about Eleanor.
Her trim waist showed she stayed in good shape. He didn't care for the fleshy chicks. He liked his women agile and lithe and able to move when he stuck his prick in their cunts. The slender legs turned him on, too. The idea of them locked around his waist as he fucked in and out of her tight little pussy almost made him cream in his pants.
"This is my first time here," said Eleanor, totally ignoring Vicki.
Let her find her own man. Eleanor was well taken care of-and it would get better. She knew it! "I would have noticed if you had been here before tonight," he said. "My name's Max."
"Eleanor," she answered, her eyes working down to the bulge at his crotch.
If anything, it had gotten even larger. She felt her pussy beginning to juice in the most obscene way possible. That familiar ache deep in her cunt had started. The only way of stopping it now was to feed it cock-and lots of it! "It's so hot in here. Want to go outside? Maybe to the parking lot?"
"What's there?" she asked, enjoying the conversation while being terrified of it at the same time.
She knew what he wanted. What frightened her was that she wanted the same thing.
She didn't bother answering. She stood and began working her way between the tightly packed tables, twitching her ass as she went to make sure that he would follow along.
She needn't have-worried. Nothing in the world would have stopped Max from joining her out in the cool night.
"I love the stars," she said, looking up.
"I love pretty women bathed in starlight. Christ, baby, how come you ain't wearing any panties? You want to start a riot. If any of the other guys in there had seen, they might have raped you!"
"And you won't?"
"Didn't say that," he said, pressing closer, his hands excitingly strong on her trim waist.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and Eleanor was lost. Her lips crushed his passionately.
She tensed as soon as she felt his tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. This was more than she had bargained for-or was it? She realized she had come to this place to get fucked. She was horny and hating herself for not standing up to Jack. Getting some young cock into her needy cunt was what she wanted more than anything else in the world. And it was here for the taking.
She wasn't going to pass up the chance! Not now! The brunette pressed her hot body against his firmly muscled chest and returned the kiss with all the fervor locked up in her deprived loins. She ground her crotch into his, feeling the mound of his cock stir and throb with virile lust for her. She could stand it no longer. She had to have his prick in her, fucking her, giving her all the pleasure she could stand.
"Fuck me!" she cried, breaking off the kiss.
"Shit, baby, you don't beat around the bush, do you? I knew you were a hot fox the instant I laid eyes on you."
"That's not what I want laid on me," she said, her hand drifting between their tightly crushed bellies. "This is what I want-and not laid on me, either. I want to feel that huge prick of yours in me."
He groaned as she began massaging his cock through the front of his pants. His hand moved around behind her and gripped firmly at one of her fleshy asscheeks. She sobbed a little, bit her lip in stark arousal and started rubbing her body erotically against his.
She could feel her nipples stirring the hair on his broad chest. Her nipples hardened until she wondered if it were possible for her to poke holes in the man's chest. His gold chains tangled up in her dress, tearing it, but she no longer cared. All that ran through her was lust.
"Fuck me now! Fuck me here, in the parking lot!"
Desire flared in Eleanor as bright as the desert sun. The idea of the man fucking her out here, cloaked only by the thin veil of night, turned her on even more. She might be seen Fucking this stud! There might be an entire audience coming out of the disco to watch them get it on!
She was both appalled by the idea and turned on more than she ever had been in her life. To be seen fucking! What would her mother think? And that caused her cunt to overflow, and the frothy fuck-juices dribbled down the tender insides of her legs.
"I need it in me! Fucking me! Don't wait . . . I need your cock so much it's driving me crazy!"
Her hands squeezed imploringly at his cock. Fumbling, the woman succeeded in getting his zipper down. His prick snapped to rigid attention, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. She could hardly get her hand around it. Never had she dreamed of a cock this huge!
And he was going to fuck her tiny cunt! "Shit, baby, you're just what the doctor ordered. You're the kind of sex-hungry bitch that makes it worthwhile coming to a scumbag joint like this. You know what you want and you know who can give it to you." He moved his body in a seductive up-and-down motion.
It drove Eleanor crazy with lust.
She hiked up her skirt and exposed her bare ass for any who wanted to see. Cars rushed by in the street less than a hundred feet away. People came and went through the side door of the disco. But no one noticed. Or if they did, they didn't pause to watch the sexy show.
The man pushed her backwards, and she felt cold metal under her naked ass. He had shoved her onto the trunk of a car. She felt her cuntjuice leaking onto the metal, warming it. Her legs spread almost of their own volition so that he could move into position and fuck the living shit out of her.
Legs up, her skirt hiked up around her waist, she wantonly exposed her cunt to him. She couldn't take her eyes off the gleaming stalk of his monstrous prick. His cock pulsed with the slow beat of his heart. As she watched, the jerking motion became faster. She was heating him up, making his heart beat heavily with lust. The idea that she was still lusted after made her own arousal soar until the lightest touch would get her off.
When he stepped forward and rammed his cock into her cunt-flesh, the purpled knob lightly brushing her turgid cuntlips, it sent her soaring into a sexual orbit that promised even more to come.
"God, you're a real hot one!" he panted, surprised at how easily she got off. "You're gonna be a hell of a lot of fun. . . I can see that!"
"Don't talk," she urged, "fuck! Fuck me good. Give my hungry little cunt all the cock it can handle!"
She reached down and grabbed the thick stalk of his hard-on. She tugged at it, guiding it directly between the lips of her pussy. Her cunt throbbed at the feel of his prick, and she came again when the head entered her hole.
"Here it comes, baby. . . whether you want it or not!"
He slammed hard into her.
She screamed, the pain rocketing through her entire body. His prick stretched her cunt to the breaking point. Never had she felt such a huge cock in her tiny slit. But the pain rapidly died and was replaced by even greater excitement.
"Fuck me good! I need it! Feed me all the prick I can stand!"
The dirty words sent her pulse racing. She had to have more. Her tits heaved up and down. The cool wind blowing through the parking lot reminded her constantly that they were in a public place and might be seen at any instant.
She fantasized what it would be like-the cops coming up in a cruiser, shining their bright light on the fucking couple, then barking out a command to stop. But she wouldn't stop fucking. She wouldn't be able to. She was too lost in the throes of passion.
The idea of being seen by cops made her come again.
"Shill" grunted the man with his prick buried all the way up her steamy cunt. "You're gonna mash that fucker flat. But I'm not going to let you. I'll wear out your cunt first!"
He tried to live up to his boast. He pulled back, his prick making an obscene sucking noise as he did so. The fit between his prickhead and the walls of her pussy was so tight, it formed a vacuum of her pussy-hole. She thought he was going to pull her insides out with his cock.
As he rammed back in, she locked her heels behind his ass. She loved the feel of that tight, hairy ass moving smoothly as he fucked her. His cock built up the friction in her cunt, and the cool breeze caressing her tits mingled with the man's hot panting breath. Everything worked to turn her on.
She tried to hold back her orgasm as long as possible. She felt greedy, almost miserly. The intense feelings were so rare these days, she wanted to keep them and release her lust in one huge flood.
It didn't work that way. The cock trying to split her apart was too potent. It brought her off repeatedly in a series of gut-wrenching, passionate comes.
"Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh!" she screamed as she came.
She thrashed around, impaled on the long pole of the man's hard-on. She could feel it moving powerfully in and out of her clinging cunt. Every single contour was hers to examine as she desired.
The thick blue vein on the top of his cock pulsed faster and faster. The entire head of his prick grew in size until she was sure it would tear her delicate cunt apart.
The man was no longer using slow, steady strokes in his fucking. He rammed in and pulled out as fast as he could. She could feel his hairy balls slapping against her upturned ass.
The feel of his cock and balls brought her off again! She was totally lost in the wonderland of her own body. The delicious sensations she had sought for so long filled her and burst upon her brain with an intensity that threatened to consume her.
She came and came and came! Once, her wild thrashing caused his prick to slide from her cunt. But the man hastily stuffed it back in, and it was even tighter against her cuntwalls than before.
She climaxed again! When his cock pulsed wildly and began to throb with a virile lust that wasn't to be denied, she knew it was almost over. She fought to hold back her own come until he spewed his sticky jism into her waiting cunthole. When he spewed out his cum, hot and exciting into her pussy, she reined enough to feel the most intense orgasm of her life.
And then it was all over.
His prick melted like an icicle in the sun and dribbled from her cunt. The man's jizz leaked from her pussy and dripped onto the trunk of the car. She jumped down, not knowing what to say to the man.
Eleanor needn't have worried. He smiled, kissed her cheek and went back into the disco without another word.
As she straightened her dress and followed him in, she exhaled heavily and said under her breath, "Wow! It was everything Vicki promised."
It was everything the blonde woman had promised except for one thing-Eleanor was still homier than hell.