Chapter 4
"Whew!" said Vicki to her friend. "I've just had one hell of a fun time! See that guy out there, the one burning up the dance floor?"
Eleanor settled herself down on the hard chair gingerly. Her cunt ached from taking that huge prick. But it was a good soreness, and she wanted to feel that delightful sensation again-and again and again.
"Sure, who could miss him?"
"He took me to the men's John and ate me out!"
Eleanor studied the man with new interest. He danced sinuously, moving with the beat of the music as if he were a snake. But she wanted to tell Vicki all about her own encounter out in the parking lot while it was still fresh in her mind.
"The guy I went outside with . . . " she started.
But Vicki had already gotten to her feet and cut in on the man. They danced wildly, leaving Eleanor feeling a little dejected about the whole trip. She wanted to share her erotic experience. It was so different from anything else she had ever done in her life that it marked a drastic change in her way of thinking about herself, fucking-everything.
Eleanor leaned back, content for the moment to revel in the warm glow radiating from her pussy. That had been one hell of a fuck! The possibility of being seen had added more to the fucking than she'd have thought possible.
She had known for some time she got off on the threat of discovery while fucking, but she had no real proof it was a real turn-on for her until tonight.
She crossed her legs, allowing her naked pussy to show to any man who might happen to look. No one approached her, and she didn't see Max anywhere-she wouldn't mind a second bout with him. But that didn't seem to be in the code governing behavior in a disco. One fuck per chick per night, and she had already used up hers for the night. The men seemed to be leaving her alone. It was as if Max had somehow branded her as his property-and then split.
Eleanor watched her friend out on the floor and grew hornier and hornier. Vicki moved well and flaunted her natural charms. Her tits bobbed up and down, and the woman pressed closer and closer to her partner until they both left the floor arm in arm.
It was instantly apparent to even a casual observer what they were going to do.
Eleanor felt her pussy begin to churn as she imagined the man fucking Vicki. She wished she could watch. She had a strong streak of voyeur in her. To see a man stuffing his prick into Vicki's blonde pussy would be worth any amount of risk.
But that still did nothing for her own horniness. Since the men seemed to be leaving her alone, Eleanor calmly studied the prospective crowd and finally singled out a man sitting alone at the end of the bar. He saw her naked pussy as she re-crossed her legs in the other direction. She knew he was hat for her, but he didn't make a move.
"The hell with this!" she said to herself. She went over to the man, laid a cool hand on his shoulder and asked, "How about it?"
The man jumped a foot.
"Well, sure, I guess so," he said. He didn't quite stammer but he came close. "Not usual for such a pretty woman to ask me to dance."
"Who said anything about dancing?" she asked boldly.
She felt as if she was living out one of her fantasies. She had often wondered what it would be like to aggressively pursue a man. With Jack, it had been different. He had been the one calling the shots from the beginning. And he still did, even though it was boring her to death.
She felt her power over this man surge through her veins, adding to her horniness. She moved closer and started stroking his arm. It felt muscular enough for her. Aid the way his pants Were tented told her that he was hot for her, too.
"You mean it?"
"Of course I do. You're an attractive man, and I think I'm an attractive woman. Don't you agree?"
She pulled her shoulders back a little and straightened up, making her tits stick out prominently. She twitched a little, waggling her ass in time 'to the music. There was no mistaking the erotic content of her motion. She started thrusting her hips forward in wanton invitation.
The man didn't know where to look. The way her tits moved captured his attention, but her swaying hips offered so much more. And her hand moving on his arm worked down to his crotch and started massaging the lump there.
"Up under my skirt. Feel me up," she ordered, almost panting in excitement.
The music filled the air, and she felt dizzy with anticipation. She almost came when the man's hand found naked flesh and started moving up her satiny smooth thigh.
By the time be got to her cunt, it was flooded with her pussy-juice. She crammed her twat down onto his hand and twitched back and forth. She felt his finger slip easily between her swollen cuntlips and surge all the way up her pussy-hole.
His impaling finger was delightful, but she wanted more.
"Come on," she urged. "Let's find a place where we can get to know each other better."
She had no idea where she was going as she led him through the crowd. They ended up in front of the men's john. She dimly remembered the few words Vicki had said about the guy eating her out in there. If Vicki could do it, so could Eleanor! "Here?" the man said weakly. "Look, we can go to my place. It's not twenty minutes away and..."
"And nothing," she said. "I'm horny here and now! Do you want to take the chance I won't be ready for you in twenty minutes?"
He pushed her through the door.
Inside, he fumbled to lock the door behind them. While he was doing it, she ran his zipper down the track with a metallic hiss and groped inside to find his prick.
"Damn jockey shorts!" she muttered. "But I found what I wanted!"
Proudly, she pulled his prick free and watched as the plum-tipped giant bobbed and danced in front of the man's groin. It seemed to beat to the faint sounds of the music coming through the restroom door.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, looking down at the top of her brunette head.
His hands went to stroke the hair back from her forehead, and he was startled by the lusting gaze she gave his prick. It was as if she had been on a deserted island for twenty years and had never had a man before. Her sexual appetites were running away with her good sense.
"I'm going to suck on that scrumptious prick!" she cried.
And she did. She dived forward, her lips seeking out the very tip of his prick. Soft red lips caressed his cock before she started using her tongue. The woman hadn't had all that much practice giving head, but she was a good listener. She had heard the others in her bridge set talking and had a good idea what to do.
To hell with Jack if he didn't want her going down on him! She'd find men who would appreciate her talents! His cock was so tasty she had trouble controlling herself. She knew she had to pace it and build up slowly, sucking and kissing and licking a little and then increasing the carnal doses until the man was literally hopping from one foot to the other.
But his cock was so hard and virile against her lips and tongue she couldn't hold back. She gobbled his entire cock and tried to deep-throat him.
The man yelped in surprise and fell heavily against the door. His legs had gone wide for support and he simply stared down at the woman. His prick vanished between her red lips. He felt the head of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth before going past her tonsils and into the tightness of her throat. Every time she swallowed, her throat would squeeze and stimulate the most sensitive portion of his prick.
"Lady," he gasped, "you're too much! I don't know how much of this I can take before! come!"
She felt his prick growing. Her tongue cradled his cock, but couldn't move seductively against it as she wanted. Puffing her head back allowed his cock to slide from her throat. Air gushed back into her lungs. She had been on the point of choking on his prick, but it had been so different she had felt her cunt boiling and churning lustily! "You're so big!" she said admiringly.
The man swelled, both in pride and in his prick. She wondered if he might be about ready to come. A tiny clear drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip of his prick. She quickly licked it off. The bluer taste made her mouth water.
She wanted more-and she was going to get it! As long as she cradled his balls in the palm of one hand, he wasn't going to run away from her. She realized she'd frightened him with the intensity of her lust. To hell with that! She wanted to suck cock, and this prick was convenient. Let him simply relax and enjoy it.
The brunette tried to drive the tip of her pointy pink tongue down his piss-slit. She knew it wasn't possible, but just trying increased her desires to the breaking point. By the time she started face fucking herself with his cock, she was ready to come.
She shivered through a delightful orgasm and never stopped giving head.
"God, lady, you suck like a vacuum cleaner! I never felt anything like it before. It . . . it's great! Don't stop!"
He placed his hands on the back of her head and pulled her face down hard into his crotch. His balls churned and lurched and threatened to explode at any second, but he was going to enjoy this to the fullest while he could.
Eleanor was panting harshly now, aroused to the point where the slightest touch on her pussy would get her off. While she continued to hold his balls in one hand, she reached down with her other and found her tiny cut. Pressing a finger against the swollen bud was all it took to come. She sucked in her breath and moaned loudly as she fingered herself to one orgasm after another.
The man's hips seemed to go berserk. He thrust forward, trying to sink his cock balls-deep in her face. She wasn't able to take it nil the way downher throat again, so she used her teeth. Her hard teeth aroused him by raking along the entire length of his throbbingly alive cock. Her tongue flew over every square inch of his prick to ease any pain she might have caused, and then she repeated the entire sequence.
Over and over he rammed into her face, his balls bouncing off her chin. She sucked so hard that her cheeks went hollow from the effort.
And then came the torrential outpouring of his jism.
She had never tasted a man's cum before. For an instant she felt revulsion. And then the salty, tangy flavor aroused new passions inside her trim body.
As the creamy jism gushed into her mouth and over her taste buds, she kept her finger working hard on her cit. She came and came and came. Her entire world spun around.
When his prick began to go limp, she delicately kissed it and licked it clean of every last drop of delicious jizz.
"Shit, lady, I never seen a broad like you. You pick me up and then you suck me off in the men's room. God! This has been one hell of a night! The friend who told me this was a swinging place wasn't lying!"
"Now it's your turn to get me off," she said.
"What?"
"Get me off... with your mouth, since this thing is useless."
She gave his deflated prick a little flip. She jumped up and moved to the washbasin. Propping her feet against the doorframe and the urinal, she spread herself wide open for him and pulled up her skirt.
Her cunt gleamed in the dim light. The thick juices leaking from between her cuntlips sparkled.
"You want me to eat you out? Lady, you're out of your skull!"
"Yes!" she agreed. "I'm crazy with lust for your mouth on my cunt! Eat my pussy, damn it!"
She almost fell from her precarious perch. The man steadied her. And as he did so, she reached past him and unlocked the deadbolt on the door. They were in public now. Anyone walking in would find a live sex show in progress.
The thrill of being discovered with a man's mouth pressed hotly to her cunt made Eleanor weak all over. She had to have the man's tongue fucking in and out of her pussy or she would simply die! "Eat my cunt!"
"Goddamn!" he said, but he obeyed. Dropping to his knees, he moved forward and tentatively licked at her cunt.
"Not that way, asshole!" she cried. "Do it right! Eat me good! Tongue-fuck me! Drive that tongue in and out of my pussy like you were fucking me with your goddamn cock!"
Her fingers laced through the man's thick hair and kept his head exactly where she needed it the most. His hot breath gusted through the tangled jungle of her cuntal bush and stroked across her erect cut. The movement of his lips against that tiny spire of sensitive flesh got her off. She cried out and almost fell off the washbasin again.
Bracing her feet better, she continued to ram her cunt into the man's face.
Eleanor didn't know how long that continued, but she got all the cunt sucking she could handle. And even more exciting was the way the door to the john had started to open. She was sure they were going to be caught. A thrill of illicit sex blasted through her, giving her another intense come.
She didn't know what had happened. Had the man coming through been stopped by someone outside-perhaps to dance again? Or had he heard the lewd sucking and licking sounds coming from the john and decided to let them finish? She didn't know, but the potential of discovery left her weak and helpless.
"God, can I stop?" the man asked. "My jaws are getting tired."
"Keep eating!" she ordered.
The power she had over him added to her excitement, but soon enough even this faded and she realized they would have to get out of the men's room.
It was a weak and shaking Eleanor who rejoined Vicki at the table near the dance floor.