Chapter 4

The next week Alice Turner got a big surprise. A boyfriend called she hadn't heard from in a long time.

"It's wonderful to hear your voice again, Neal," she told him, "are you still a swinging single?"

"No, I'm happily married," he told her, "and I'm living about sixty miles from here."

"Then you're in town on business?" she asked him.

"Yes, I have a little time to kill tonight," he told her. "How would you like dinner at my hotel with me, baby?"

"That sounds delightful," she told him, "what time, dear?"

"Seven o'clock," he suggested.

"Seven it is," she replied, "I'll meet you there."

She went to dinner with him and they had a marvelous time talking together. However, she couldn't resist the idea of having sex with him. He had brown hair, and soft blue eyes. There was something intriguing about this combination. But more than that he'd been a rugged football player in college and she never forgot seeing him charging across the field in all of his manly splendor. She had always wished she could bed down with him.

"Are you really happily married?" she asked him after a couple of drinks.

"Certainly I am," he told her.

"If you had a girl who would run around your room in the buff, would you want to ball her or would you leave her alone?"

"I told you, I'm happily married," he insisted. "I wouldn't touch her."

"Prove it," she smiled slyly.

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

"I mean, if what you're saying is true," she laughed. "I'd like to see you prove it to me."

"You're a devil," he told her.

"You just finding that out?" she laughed.

"I always knew you were quite a wild gal," he told her, "but you would like to tempt me. Well, I can prove to you I won't be tempted."

Neal took her up on her bargain.

They went up to his hotel room and the elevator boy looked at them suspiciously. She wondered if it was because she was a little tipsy from too much booze.

When they were in his room she immediately began undressing. She did a slow, tantalizing strip so she would turn Neal on. Neal was getting more and more excited. As he looked at her he couldn't help admire her.

"You are so beautiful," he told her flatly, "that any guy could go ape over you."

"But not Neal," she reminded him.

"I'm happily married," he insisted.

When she removed her bra and let her breasts fall out he felt his body tense. Then when she pulled off her panties displaying her shaved box, he knew where he wanted to place his tongue.

"Still don't feel tempted?" she laughed as she saw him shivering with sexual frenzy.

"Certainly not," he told her. "I told you I could take plenty and not get tempted."

"Let me see your cock," she suggested.

"What do you mean?" he said shyly.

"If you're not responding to me," she told him flatly, "pull out your cock and let me see."

"I'm not in the habit of pulling out my prick," he told her. "I'm not an exhibitionist."

"I never said you were, Neal," she told him, "but you've got to prove your point to me. I'm sorry, I just can't take it as fact until I see it with my very own eyes."

Neal was getting more disgusted than ever. Nevertheless, he unzipped his fly and fumbled around and pulled out his limp penis. It was all he could do to keep it limp that way.

"My, my," she smiled, "you certainly have a nice cock, but it isn't very long, is it?"

"That's because I don't have a hard-on," he said proudly. "You were trying to tempt me and it didn't work. When a man is happily married all he thinks of is his wife."

"Let me see your balls," she said immediately.

"Are you inferring I don't have balls because I don't want to fuck you?" Neal demanded, getting disgusted with her.

"I didn't say that, darling," she reminded him, "you did."

"All right, if you want to see it all," he said, reaching in and pulling out his balls.

"They're nice balls," she said, "and they're not small. It's amazing your cock can stay that small with your balls that big."

"Damn it," he told her, "you'll make me pull off all my clothes and fuck you yet. I won't be tempted. I'll show you. I'll take off everything. I'll let you see my asshole, if you want to. But I'm not gonna let you get me hard."

The challenge made her more excited than ever. For it was something that she could prove. She knew how many boys she had seduced, and she was doubly desirous of seducing this horny friend of hers.

He slowly did undress himself. And when she saw his firm round buttocks she knew what she could do there. Then she looked at his swinging balls and his cock starting to lengthen. Going over to him she gripped his pulsating shaft.

"That's not fair," he told her. "If you feel of a man's cock it'll come up by instinct."

"Not if he's dedicated enough to his wife," she insisted.

"Maybe you're right," he told her, "you could actually be right."

It was bugging her thinking about it. Perhaps she was all wrong.

"Oh, sweetheart," she smiled, "this cock needs milking. It's lengthening so quickly."

She pulled him by his penis over to the bed. It was difficult now for Neal to resist.

"There's nothing wrong with you stepping out now and then," she insisted. "Every man needs to play."

"But I want to be loyal to my wife," he insisted with determination.

"Where is that motto you men live by?" she chuckled. "You know, a stiff prick has no conscience. Now, baby, lie here quietly and let little old Alice do her thing."

Alice was happy when she had him on the bed.

"Let me give you a massage first," she suggested.

He lay on his stomach. Then she used some oil to massage his back. He loved the feeling of her hands rubbing up and down his spine. Next she massaged her bosoms. Letting her breasts brush across his buttocks made his balls tingle.

"You sure know a lot of things to do," he admitted candidly.

"I come prepared, sweetheart," she told him, "and I respect the sexual excitement that a man and woman can generate when they put their minds to it. Doesn't it feel good when my tits slide across your ass?"

"Yes," he admitted candidly, "keep it up."

She didn't stop. She was enjoying it and so was he. She continued crushing her bosoms down on his buttocks and then she let her hand wander between his ass crack. He loved it as she felt behind his balls.

"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "that feels so good. You know just what to do."

Effectively using her tongue she started licking his smooth ass cheeks. She would play with his flexing ass muscles while her tongue would lick his behind.

"That feels funny," he said shyly, as he was unaccustomed to anyone being around his buttocks.

"Every man needs a good ass suck now and then," she told him as she went on licking at his buttocks.

Letting her tongue slip between his ass crack she suddenly rode her tongue up his asshole. He loved the sensation.

"Keep that up," he begged her, "oh, baby, that's what I like."

He was becoming more intensely excited every moment.

"Yes," he told her, "that is something. Oh, baby, now you're doing it."

The sensational pleasure that he was discovering now continued.

"Keep it up," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, sweetheart, suck my asshole."

She was more than willing to accommodate his lusty request.

Parting his ass cheeks she observed that he arched up to make it convenient for her to slide it up his rectum.

"Oh, baby," he grunted in delight, "now you're doing it. Slide your tongue way up there. Faster. Oh, keep it up."

Her tongue stiffened and stabbed up his rectum. He was going out of his mind with pleasure as she tongue fucked his asshole.

At the same time she played with the back of his balls. It was amazing how much pleasure she could produce with this movement.

"Eat my ass," he begged anxiously, "oh, baby, suck on it. That's the way to do it. Eat my asshole."

She was getting more and more stimulated.

"Keep it up," he begged, "oh, baby, suck ass. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck ass, sweetheart, suck."

The wild pleasure that surged through her body knew no bounds.

"Eat my ass," he begged her enthusiastically, "suck it. Suck it, baby. That's how you do it. Suck my asshole."

He was becoming more and more intensely excited. The hot tongue jabbed up his asshole and he knew that he had to have her get his gun off. He was all revved up and ready to go.

"Ohhh, Alice," Neal groaned in delight, "I never had my ass sucked before. I never knew it could feel so good to have a woman's tongue sliding up my ass. Ohhh, baby, play with my nuts. Tickle them. They itch. They're full of juice, baby. They've got to spill."

She knew he was telling the truth.

At this point she took care of him. He rolled over and grasping his cock he pushed into her mouth.

"I never could get my wife to suck me out," he complained. "Maybe you will do it for me."

"Yes, love," she said, "I never thought you'd ask. First let me worship your balls. That's where the seed of life springs from."

She nuzzled her nose up to his sweaty testicles and sniffed them. The aroma of his crotch was good to her.

"Oh, lick my nuts," Neal begged, "lick them, baby. Don't be bashful. Lick my balls."

Her hot tongue swept over his testicles. Then opening her mouth she took his balls in.

"Oh, yes, yes," he enthused, "that's what I like. Oh, baby, suck my nuts. Suck them."

She was sucking smoothly on his testicles. At the same time her hand was gripping his cock and pulling feverishly.

"Oh, that's smooth," Neal said, "real smooth, baby."

To add to his delight she let her index finger slip up his tight anal channel while she sucked on his nuts and pulled on his penis. He was getting three-way action. His ass was entertained with her finger, and his balls enjoyed her warm mouth. At the same time he liked getting his cock pulled on.

"Oh, honey," he told her, "give me a head job. Don't be bashful. Grab my cock and let me ram it down your throat. I want it real bad. I need it."

She was only too eager to supply him with the electrical thrills that he needed.

When she had finished sucking on his balls she began licking up to the top of his cock. She deliberately moved slowly. Letting her tongue lightly lash and lick, she teased and tantalized him until he was begging for her to suck on him.

"Oh, baby, put your mouth over it quick," he told her. "It's going to explode. Hurry up. I can't wait. Suck me."

She could hardly wait for the momentous moment when she would mouth him. For this was a triumph of sorts. He had said that he was loyal to his wife and she was proving he was loyal to himself. He was loyal to his own emotional needs.

"Ohhh," he groaned in delight, "now you're doing it. That's what I like. Oh, baby, suck that cock."

Suddenly she let her mouth slide over him. At this point he reached down and gripped her head and guided her forcefully.

"Eat it," he told her, "that's the way to do it, baby. Eat my prick."

The sight of her head bobbing up and down on the overall length of his shaft appealed to him.

"Yes, yes," he enthused as his muscles tensed and he pumped forward. "Suck me off. Eat my cum."

His body was in a state of sexual ecstasy now as he rhythmically fucked her face.

His big prick slid down her throat. She knew this was what he wanted. His balls were riding her chin as he rammed it as far as he could.

"Suck, baby, suck, that's how you do it. Suck it. Ohhh, baby, keep it up. Now you're doing it. Oh, don't stop for anything. Suck my big juicy prick. Suck it off. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck that cock off for me, baby, suck."

The big penis slid this way and that. He was starting to juice. He was sliding in his own sperm.

"Milk me," he begged her, "oh, suck all the cream out. That's what I want you to do, baby. Ohhh, yes, yes. Suck it off. Get the juice. Suck me, baby, suck. That's the way to do it. Suck, baby, suck!"

The erotic excitement continued as the hot cream erupted. He wasn't going to stop for anything now.

"Oh, my dick is exploding," he gasped, "oh, baby, eat it. Suck it. Milk it."

Creaming in her face appealed to him. He felt it was a form of male aggressive domination that was somehow lacking with his liberated wife. She was so liberated that momentarily he thought of her as a man. And this would turn him off and sometimes make him impotent. If he ever told her that, of course, she would zap him and not let him screw her for a week or two. So he had to keep his mouth shut and get second-rate satisfaction. But with this untamed female, she was more than happy to give him all of the thrills that her body could.

"Eat it," he gasped excitedly, "eat every drop of it, baby. It's my sperm. Eat my dick."

When she had finished giving him a good suck-off, she pulled off. But Neal's cock refused to go down.

"My, my," she said, "where's the happily married man who's so loyal to his wife?"

"No man could resist you," he said candidly.

"That's quite a compliment, Neal," she said, "how would you like to ride that big prick of yours up my asshole? Does your wife let you do that?"

"No way," he chuckled. "I've suggested it but she doesn't dig anything unusual."

"She's not really enjoying sex," she said flatly. "I'm willing to try anything. Baby, I'll just apply some of this oil to your cock and get it nice and slick. Then I'll bend over in the middle of the bed and let you stick it up there."

Neal was happy when he watched her applying the oil to his penis. As she pulled on it it felt good to him.

"Now you're doing it," he said as he observed her hand action. "You're getting a good rhythm. Keep that up."

She continued exciting him. He was so stimulated at this point he could hardly wait. "Now," he told her, "let me slide it to you, baby."

Immediately Alice got in the middle of the bed. She bent over so Neal could adjust his cock to her asshole. It didn't take him long to slip his cock between her ass crack. It was ready to roll. As the slippery penis plunged up her asshole she enjoyed the sensation.

"Fuck," he commanded, "fuck, baby, fuck. That's how you do it. Fuck it. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, all the way. Keep it up. Yes, yes, keep that going."

The big penis was plunging rhythmically up her asshole now. She was swinging her hips back and forth. Grasping her ass cheeks so he could maintain his pace, he fucked forward savagely.

"Take it," he commanded, "take this, baby. Take every inch of it. Oh, baby, take those eight inches up your ass. Now you're fucking. That's it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm."

It was amazing to him how she could keep time to the tempo of his cock stabs.

"Fuck it," he commanded, "fuck, baby, fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Now you're doing it. All the way. Oh, baby, give it to me. Keep it going. Fuck. Fuck it."

The sensational pleasure that was erupting in his cock was bringing him closer and closer to climax. His big balls slapped on her ass cheeks. The sound of his slippery balls hitting her behind pleased her.

"Grab it with your ass muscles," he told her. "Squeeze it. Oh, baby, do it. Now you're doing it. Swing your hips."

Turning her ass around she provided all the pleasure for him he could ask for.

"Ohhh, fuck me," he begged as he rammed straight forward.

The big cock was about to explode.

"Oh, baby," he groaned in delight, "now you're doing it. That's just like I like it. Keep it up. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Keep it up."

She was really turned on at this point.

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. That's how you do it. Now, now."

Suddenly the big penis exploded. Gripping her ass muscles she squeezed him. He went on ramming forward, reaching around to grip her bosoms and play with them.

"Come on, tiger," she told him, "don't stop now. You can get more out of it. That's it. Keep fucking. Oh, baby, that's the way I like it. Fuck it. Fuck it, sweetheart."

The sensational pleasure persisted until he creamed some more.

Delightedly she used her sphincter muscle to milk all the juice out of his cock that she could.

When Neal had finished giving her a hard ass fuck he finally slid out. He lay down on the bed in amazement.

"I can't believe it," he said as he shook his head this way and that. "I haven't enjoyed sex this much in my life."

"I understand," Alice replied huskily as she enjoyed the feel of his arm slipping about her. "Most women are not uninhibited. They're full of hang-ups of every description."

"That's the fucking truth," he said disgustedly. "It takes a whore to really give a man a good time. That's pitiful. A wife should be willing to experiment."

"It doesn't work that way," she said. "And I'll tell you why. To engage in such intimate relations on a regular basis requires that people treat each other with a certain degree of decency. In most marriages it doesn't happen that way. So men like to cut out and get their kicks where they can. They don't have to see the chick every day, every day and every day. That's why it is easier for them to engage in all of these wild acts because they don't know they're screwing. All they really know is that they want to get their rocks off. And they want to get them off in a unique way."

"You know a lot about the psychology of sex, don't you?" he observed.

"I took quite a few courses in psychology when I was in college," she said, "and I've had quite a few experiences with men. That's why I understand."

"I bet those young kids at school get hot for you, don't they?" he asked her.

"Neal, could I tell you something awful about myself?"

"Maybe not," he told her. "All I can think of is good about you, baby. Maybe you shouldn't spoil the picture."

"Everybody has a skeleton to rattle in the closet," she said, "including me. All right, baby, I'll tell you. It just so happens that I like young boys."

"I don't believe it," he told her, "you can't be a molester."

"That's a nasty name," she said as tears came to her eyes.

"But if you play with young schoolboys," he told her, "you are a molester. That's bad."

"Why is it bad?" she demanded.

"I'll tell you why," he said angrily. "It's bad because you're not giving them a chance to find out what they want to do. Here you are indoctrinating them into bizarre sexual practices. I'm sure you would want to suck them off and teach them all sorts of bad things."

"Bad things?" she asked, looking him in the eye. "Didn't you enjoy getting your cock blown?"