Chapter 3

Susan settled herself on the blanket she had brought and looked at Bob. In the rather dim,

amber light, his angular features were softened. Since the street light was to his back, his face was entirely dark. He could be anyone, she thought. Somehow, the idea made her more excited.

"Nice night," Bob said as he reached out and touched her shoulder. "Nice lady to be with, too," he added, pulling her close.

"You have any trouble getting away?" she asked, kissing him softly on the mouth. "I didn't. Brian was sleeping like a baby."

"Not much," Bob answered, "but we'll have to be careful. Somehow, I don't think they would understand."

"Make love to me," Susan whispered, stroking his chest. She inched her fingers toward the bulge in his jeans and patted the firm mound. "We didn't get to that, did we?"

"I thought you wanted it on the merry-go-round," Bob chuckled, pushing her to her back, then lying on top of her.

"This will do for starters," she murmured, squeezing her fingers around his trim waist. "Mmmmmm, right here under the stars. Fuck me, Bob. Make it like it used to be."

The man kissed her tenderly at first, but as his passion mounted, his tongue began digging in and out of her mouth like an angry snake. At the same time, he removed her clothing, then his. When they were both naked, he pulled her legs wide and planted his knees between them. His cock was throbbing, slapping his stomach. Slowly, he nudged forward, touching the glistening crack of her pussy with the underside of his cock.

"Like this?" he whispered, lowering his face to her tits. "Woman on the bottom, man on the top. Something in the middle going flippity-flop?"

Susan trilled out a laugh. She hadn't heard that since she was a kid. She reached for his muscular biceps and raked her thumbnails into his armpits.

"Just like this," she whispered. "Mmmmmmm, stick it to me and fuck me here all night."

Bob thrust forward, easing the tip of his cock into the puckered opening of her cunt. As his cock became engulfed in hot, sucking warmth, he flinched, stopping all movement.

"This is what I like best," he grunted, lapping his tongue over her upturned, ripened tits. "Fucking .. . for the first time. It's always the best."

Slowly, he pushed in another few inches and again stopped, letting her adjust to his size. When he felt her loosen, he jammed his entire slab of prick inside. His balls kissed her cunt, their hairs meshed.

"So . . . big!" Susan cried out. A delicious mixture of pain and pleasure raced up and down her spine. She flexed her muscles, trapping him inside. "You fuck lots of women?" she asked.

"A few," Bob said modestly. "But not many with a cunt this hot and tight," he added, withdrawing, then plunging back inside.

Susan moved her hands to his bobbing ass, then to the greasy, hairy crack. She fingered the tiny bud of his shitter for several seconds, then spread his ass cheeks.

"Hard," she groaned, lifting her chest. "Give it to me as hard as you can. I want all your cum inside me."

Bob held her shoulders down with his hands and shoved forward with his full strength. Almost immediately, he pulled out, then slammed back in. As his balls crawled up and down the insides of her thighs, he could feel them vibrate with a thick load of jism. He had to tighten the muscle at the base of his cock to keep from blowing his wad right then.

"Baby, this is so fucking good," he grunted, lapping furiously over her rose-tipped nipples. "God, I don't get much of a chance like this, and . . . and . . . fuck, so good ..."

Susan couldn't believe that anything could be so perfect. The evening was warm, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and a gentle breeze swept around them. But even if they were in a storm, she would have enjoyed it. He had a huge, probing cock and a big, muscular body. Already, her insides were churning with ecstasy.

"This is how it should always be," she whispered, trembling with anticipation. "Free and easy and . . . mmmmmm, fuck me, you big bastard. Really ream out my pussy."

Bob jabbed more quickly in and out of her cunt and ate her tits hungrily. And although he was dangerously close to shooting his load, he didn't care any longer. Nothing mattered but the way her pussy felt wrapped around his cock. Just like her throat had been earlier in the day.

"Take it, cocksucker," he growled, reaching full speed with his fucking. "Suck in every inch and fuck me with that hot cunt of yours."

Susan worked with him. Each time he plowed down and forward, she jerked upward. Soon, the smacking sounds increased as her cunt began oozing a large amount of juice. She nudged her fingertips into the crack of his shitter and felt his muscles hold her.

"Now," she whimpered, an ecstatic smile forming on her lips. "Fuck me full of cum . . . now!"

"Yes," Bob gasped, reaming in and out as hard as he could. "I'll . . . blow you fucking wide open, slut."

As he said these words, his cum bolted from his balls and spewed up the center of his cock. He gouged forward and held himself there for about three seconds, crying out as the first few globs of jism splattered deep into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Susan screamed, slipping her feet up under her ass and jerking upward. "All of it, you bastard! Fuck me full!"

A swelling sensation gave way to a raw convulsion of pure pleasure as her climax peaked. She began rocking back and forth, tearing at his ass with her nails, lapping at his plunging cock with her spasming muscles.

"Fuck it, whore," Bob growled, grinding in the bulk of his load, feeling it slosh around his stabbing cock. "Fuck it right up to your cum-sucking brains!"

Their bodies molded into one mass of writhing flesh as their pleasures reached a feverish level, cock in cunt, mouth on tit.

"Oh, shit!" Bob gasped finally, jabbing in the last of his jism. "Best piece of ass . . . unh . . . since the last one!"

"Mmmmmmm, good," Susan murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. She lifted her hands to his strong, smooth back and outlined the muscles with her fingers. "Like you said . . . this was good for starters. I want it again."

They lay there for several moments until their breathing returned to normal. Bob got to his knees and held her hips, pulling her forward. He sat on his haunches and leaned forward, again kissing her tits.

"How do you want it, baby?" he asked, his voice a hungry moan. "Like this again?"

"I don't care," Susan panted. "Just screw me. Screw me anywhere with that big cock."

"OK, you asked for it," Bob laughed. "Roll over, and I'll fuck you doggy-style. Fuck you 'til you bark."

Susan squirmed to her side, then to her stomach without letting his cock slip from her cunt. As she lowered her face to the blanket, she wiggled her ass around. In this position, he could penetrate her fully, give her every inch. She grabbed the blanket and waited for another delicious assault. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock completely, leaving her feeling empty.

"No!" she said, looking over her shoulder. "Don't take it out! God, don't ever take it out."

"You said I could fuck you anywhere," Bob said, grinning and pressing the fingers of his right hand into the crack of her ass. "Gonna take you at your word and fuck out this sweet little asshole."

Susan almost swooned. This was something else she hadn't done in so long, she forgot what it felt like. She exhaled, waiting for the pressure of his cock. When it came, she cried out in anguish.

"It . . . hurts!" she grunted. "It hurts so good!"

"Mmmmmmm, I like it, too," Bob whispered, thrusting in more of his prick. "Nothing better than a shitter to cum in."

Just the mere mention of the word made Susan buck with hungry anticipation. She jerked backward, letting her asshole swallow the rest of his cock, then gave another moan of tortured pleasure.

Bob leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. As the perfume of her body hit his nostrils, he felt another raw ache in his balls. His cum-load was building, swelling his loins. He began fucking in and out, every muscle in his body tightening.

As Susan lay beneath him, savoring the sweet smell of the park, feeling his cock dig in and out of her asshole, her insides turned to butter. She couldn't remember getting this excited so quickly before. Maybe part of it was because what they were doing was wrong. His wife and her husband were fast asleep, while they were in a park across from a church, fucking their brains out.

"Oh . . . screw me good," she panted, suddenly remembering that day in the principal's office. She could still see Randy's grinning expression, feel the hard desk against her ass, she even remembered an especially terrible Boy Scout painting on one of the green walls. It all came back like a warm fog, engulfing her, hugging her.

"Give it to me good and hard!" she demanded, her orgasm ready to explode. "Goddamn you, I want it the best!"

"OK, baby, you asked for it," Bob grunted, her pleasure infecting him. "Just hang on. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't shit right for a week!"

With that, he raised up, then got to his feet, pulling her with him. He held her thighs with both hands and took a step backward. When he stopped suddenly, the full length of his cock slammed inside her shitter.

"You wanted a fucking merry-go-round?" he grunted. "Well, by God, baby, you got it."

He twirled her back and forth, and at the same time plunged in and out of her shitter. As her face dragged across the blanket, he could feel her flinch with pleasure.

"Like it, don't you?" he gasped.

"Yes," Susan groaned. This was the wildest time she'd ever had in her life. She was getting dizzy, but she didn't know if it was from the swaying motion or the way Bob's cock was plunging in and out of her shitter.

"Don't stop," she begged, feeling her insides churn violently. "God, don't ever stop fucking me like this."

Bob wanted nothing more than to keep it up, but not for the life of him could he control the hard aches in his balls. Already his cum was squeezing into the base of his cock, ready to pump into her guts. When his orgasm finally hit him, he lost his balance and fell forward, crushing her beneath his hulking form.

"God, baby . . . take it!" he gasped, thrusting in the first molten glob of cum. "Take it right in your asshole!"

Susan's insides exploded with release the very second she felt his jism burst into her guts. She bucked and writhed as if in pain, rocking her body back and forth. Each quick spurt of his juices seemed to bring with them another raw convulsion, burning around both her holes. Within seconds, her entire body was flaming with ecstasy, every cell electric with pleasure.

"Fuck meeeeeee!" she wailed, biting her lower lip until she tasted the salty flavor of blood. "Fuck me to death, you big bastard!"

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Bob grunted, his voice animal-like as he thrust in more of his jism. "Eat it in your asshole, bitch! Fuck you! All of it!"

Susan experienced one final climax that riddled her insides with such hard sensations, they bordered on pain. She milked the last glob of cum from his cock with her ass muscles, then she fell in an exhausted heap.

"Ohhhhhh!" she groaned, kissing the blanket as if it were a part of the man who had given her such ecstasy.

A short while later, Bob, too, relaxed, engulfing her with his body. He nuzzled his face against hers and kissed her lightly on the lips, his breath coming hard, raspy.

"Shit, I don't believe it," he said finally. "Do you realize what we're doing?"

"Mmmmmmm, fucking," Susan said softly, feeling warm and alive. "Really good fucking."

"We're actually in a public park, screwing like monkeys," he laughed. "God, we must be crazy."

"Let's do this every night," Susan whispered, reaching behind her, cupping his hairy ass. "Just like this."

Bob pulled away and sat down, crossing his legs. He reached for a cigarette in his shirt pocket, then offered Susan one. As they smoked in silence, a troubled expression came over his face.

"We can't do this," he said. "We're too old for this kind of nonsense."

Susan turned her head sharply and looked at him. What did he mean by that crack? She wasn't even thirty yet.

Thirty.

God, thirty seemed so old suddenly. Next was forty, then . . .

"Why can't we have fun like this?" she asked, trying to control the irritation in her voice.

"Oh, I don't know," Bob said, taking a drag off his cigarette, then flipping the butt into the darkness. "I got a wife, two kids, a mortgage. Obligations, debts." He was silent for a few moments, then added, "Those days of fun and games are gone. We can only imitate them, I guess."

"Christ, you sound like you're ninety," Susan said.

"We can't go back," Bob said sadly. "We change. People change."

His words were a challenge to Susan. She refused to be bogged down in middle age, to forget passion. Randy would never say a thing like that, even if he were a hundred years old. She suddenly missed that boy more than she ever had.

"I'll go back," she said defiantly. "And I'll go back before it's too late."

"Well, I guess you're as old as you feel, huh?" Bob said, forcing a laugh.

"Damn right," Susan said. "And right now I feel mighty young. How about you?"

"Kinda cold," Bob answered. He suddenly felt ridiculous sitting there, stark naked, in a park with his best friend's wife. "Think we might leave now?"

"Sure," Susan said angrily. She reached for her clothes with a violent move. "But let me tell you something," she added, standing, "affairs are for the birds if this is how they are."

"Aw, come on," Bob cooed, "don't be mad. I guess I'm just tired. Have to work tomorrow."

"So go to work," she replied. "I'm going to have some fun." She forced a smile, then gave him a chaste kiss. "You go on. I'm just going to stay here for a while."

After he left, she walked over to the merry-go-round and sat down. Slowly, she pushed it with one pointed toe until the trees became a blur. She threw her head back and looked at the circling stars, then laughed.

"Not me," she said. "You're not going to get me."