Chapter 3
The restaurant was small and intimate, dimly lit.
Sitting across from Jack, Sandra studied the man. He was attentive and gentle, showing concern for her, helping her order, selecting wine. She was surprised at her lack of discomfort with him. He was the first man she had dated since becoming a widow. She was surprised at being at ease with him although he had come upon her that day, seeing her legs open, her cunt revealed. She would have expected him to be a raging rapist, perhaps. But he made no reference to her exposure. Not at first.
The meal was wonderful, and the wine perfect. They chatted quietly, getting to know each other. He talked a great deal about his daughter, and when he mentioned being divorced, Sandra felt happy.
She was dressed in a simple dinner frock knee-length, cut low to show the creamy, tantalizing swells of her straining tits. A pearl necklace with pearl earrings were her only decorations. She knew she was ravishing, and the expression in Jack's eyes let her know his desire.
They were having coffee, and Sandra was pleased that he found it hard to take his eyes from her. He found every opportunity to touch her hand, to stroke it, even. By the time they finished coffee, they were holding hands.
"Are you in a hurry to go home?" he asked softly.
"Not particularly," she replied. The sexuality of the man simply poured from him. Her nipples had grown stiff and protruded obviously against the tightness of her dress. Her cunt had become moist some time ago, and she wondered if Jack would be pleased she was naked under the dress. The fact that she would fuck him was already decided by her now.
He escorted her to the car, and seated her before going around to get in. He drove without informing her of his destination, and they arrived at a cliff overlooking the city. It was a beautiful night, with stars and a full moon, quite light even at midnight.
Sandra snuggled into his shoulder when he put his arm around her. They sat in silence, their breathing the only sounds. Sandra was anticipating his hands on her body, yet he wasn't making any move in that direction. Finally, he tilted her chin, and his lips came down onto hers softly, tenderly. It was a gentle kiss, and Sandra felt an urge to thrust her tongue into his mouth, to grab his cock and tell him, bluntly, she wanted it.
She waited, kissing him as he wanted. He hugged her tightly, and by the fourth kiss, his lips were open. She made a tentative lick across his teeth. His lips closed onto her tongue and sucked gently, without urgency. Sandra's cunt was urgent, however. She was very wet, and was worried about her dress. Maybe she should have worn panties, she thought.
"Jack, about today-" "Shhh, it's okay, Sandra," he replied. "I understand. It was very hot, you thought you couldn't be seen. I understand."
"No, you don't," she said softly, her hand resting on his thigh.
"I don't want to talk about that, yet," he said, shushing her with his lips. His mouth was more insistent now, pressing harder. This time as Sandra licked her tongue across his teeth, he opened his mouth. Sandra couldn't resist. She moaned as her tongue darted past his teeth. Her fingers dug into his thigh when she felt him slip his hand downward and cup one of her firm tits.
With soft whimpering sounds against his mouth, she struggled to keep from shoving her hand up between his legs, grabbing his cock. His hand squeezed into her tit, then slipped inside her dress. He manipulated her rigid nipple, making it tingle as his tongue followed hers back into her mouth. Sandra sucked, playing her tongue about his. She pressed her fingers hard into his thigh as her clit throbbed.
She moaned with disappointment as he withdrew his hand from her dress. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and as his tongue left her mouth, he began to gently shove her head downward. In the light of the moon, she saw his other hand working at his pants, and his cock thrust upward. His prick was hard, very hard, with a smoothly swollen head. Sandra's eyes began to glitter with desire as she gazed. Now she moved her hand up his thigh. She closed her fingers around his prick, feeling the hot hardness, the wonderful way his cock throbbed. She jacked up and down, her head now on his chest.
And Jack was still pressing at the back of her head.
She made no resistance to the pressure. It was obvious what he wanted of her. On all her dates before marriage, no one had ever tried to get her to suck them off, not at first. But Jack wanted a blow job from her.
Clear fuck juice beaded on his piss hole, sparkling in the light of the full moon. He had shoved the seat back as far as possible. While she pumped on his cock, he kept pushing her head down slowly and gently, not forcing her, but urging her to suck him.
Her lips brushed the head of his cock, sliding over the slippery prickhead. Jack wasn't pressing her head now, just rubbing at her back, letting her finish the downward motion. Willingly, Sandra allowed the head of his cock to part her lips. The smooth feel of it on her lips excited her. The smooth flesh burned at her mouth, and the tip of her tongue probed his piss hole, tasting the fuck juices. She made a soft whimper as her lips closed about the swollen cockhead. She held her head still, squeezing his cock, sucking on the prickhead, tasting the fuck juices as they beaded from his piss hole.
When Jack began to inch her dress up from her hips, she assisted him. She heard his gasp when her naked hips and ass came into view. Her tongue swirled about the head of his cock, licking at the smooth heat. Jack was caressing her ass cheeks, molding them in his hand, squeezing and stroking. Sandra worked her hand into his pants, getting hold of his balls. They felt enormous, hairy, and very full.
"Suck me, Sandra," he finally said. "Suck me off."
Sandra purred around his cock, happy that he was finally saying what he wanted. She lowered her mouth down on his thick cock, her lips stretching wide, her tongue being crowded. Somehow she managed to lift his balls from his pants, holding and caressing them, stroking and pulling, twisting carefully. The swollen head of his cock pressed at her throat, her lips being tickled by the wiry hair at the base.
"Your mouth is so hot and wet, Sandra!" Jack gasped, squeezing her ass cheek, his finger near her asshole. "Tight and hot and wet! Oh, Sandra, suck my cock!"
Sandra's lips bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking as she pulled upward. She gripped his balls in her hand, shifting her hips, causing his hand to slip to her cunt. She purred with pleasure when he rubbed the hairy, puffy cunt-lips. When he slipped a finger into her cunt, she made a soft, gurgling yelp, arching her cunt into his finger.
"Wet pussy," she heard him groan. "Wet and hot, like your mouth."
Jack fucked her with his finger, often drawing his finger out and rubbing at her inflamed clit. Sandra whimpered softly as she sucked up and down on his hard cock. He dripped very much, causing her to swallow frequently. She slipped her other hand beneath his ass, holding one ass cheek as she sucked him. His balls felt heavy and full in her hand. They were so big, they didn't quite fit in her palm. Her mouth was full of hard cock. She was unable to use her tongue because of their size, and Jack was fingerfucking her pussy and Sandra was experiencing a deep, beautiful rapture.
The taste of his hard cock sent shivers of pleasure rippling up and down her skin. Her lips, stretched, tingled with hunger. She knew when he came, it would be plenty. No man with balls this big would come just a little.
"You suck cock so good, Sandra," Jack hissed, drawing his finger from her cunt, rubbing at her asshole again. "You know how to please a guy with your mouth, don't you? Damn, you suck my cock so good!"
Sandra sucked on his prick with all her power and pleasure. The taste thrilled her, and she swallowed the slippery fuck juices with delight. She loved it when her tongue became coated with come juice. Shoving her lips down to the base, she lifted his hairy balls and rubbed them along her chin and cheek, moaning. Writhing her lips at the base of his cock, she began to twist her ass. His finger was back inside her cunt, wiggling about.
With a blissful sigh, Sandra came. Her cunt clutched at his buried finger, squeezing. She mouthed up and down his cock with frantic sucking, whimpering as her hips jerked in orgasm. Jack kept fucking her contracting cunt with his finger as she came, groaning himself because of the powerful way she sucked on his cock. When her orgasm faded, he pulled his finger free and began to rub lightly at her tight asshole. Sandra wondered if he was going to shove that finger up her ass, and decided she didn't care if he did. She began to suck his cock with a frenzy, sobbing softly with hungry desperation.
Arching her ass into his finger, the unusual feeling excited her even more. Her tight lips raced up and down his cock, her suction fantastic. She wanted to make him come, to see if he came as much as his balls indicated. She hoped she would be able to contain it all, not lose any of his come juice. She hoped it wouldn't choke her, make her gag. She wanted to please Jack for some as yet unknown reason "That's the way, Sandra!" he urged, his voice becoming thick with emotion. "Suck fast and hard! Hold my balls . . . suck me! Suck my cock . . . make me come in your fucking mouth, Sandra! Drink my come juice! Eat my cock ... eat me!"
Sandra sucked him as hard and fast as her head would move. She felt the pressure at her asshole increase as he began to press his finger inward. She heard him moaning, felt his hips shaking. He was close to coming, and she prepared herself for a mouthful of creamy come juice.
With the first gush of come juice, Jack lifted his hips, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. But Sandra lifted her head with him, her lips clinging just past the cockhead. Her tongue, now with room to move, thrashed and whipped around his piss hole. Her mouth took the spurt, and, at the same time, she felt a burning pain in her asshole. Jack had rammed his finger up her ass just as he came. Sandra, though, whimpered with the taste of his come juice and arched her ass back to his imbedded finger. Her cunt exploded into a second orgasm.
His cock gushed time and again, and Sandra struggled to contain every drop in her mouth. She squeezed at his hairy balls, feeling them writhe as they emptied into her mouth. Her body trembled with orgasm, her mouth making a liquidy scream. The come juice came from his piss hole with force, splashing at her throat, burning it in a beautiful way. Sandra's eyes closed with rapture as her mouth filled time and again. Her throat worked swiftly, swallowing the sweet thick come juice in ecstasy. Her asshole squeezed at his finger. Her cunt was convulsing in tight waves of orgasm. "Take it!" Jack was grunting, his hips shak- ing. "Take it all! Take every fucking drop of my come juice . . . down your hot throat! Suck it up . . . lick my come juice ... eat my come ijuice!"
Her tongue swirled and twisted against his piss hole, her lips tight, cheeks sucking in. She clung to his balls with tight fingers, tears of ecstasy in her closed eyes. She could feel his come juice in her stomach, her throat, taste spunk on her tongue. Her mind whirled insanely as she struggled to draw more of that creamy, sweet, thick come juice out of his balls. She made sobbing sounds of pleasure, her exposed ass writhing as Jack's finger pressed even deeper into her asshole.
The gushing of come juice stopped, and Jack relaxed, sitting on her hand which held one ass cheek. To Sandra's surprise, his cock remained just as hard as before. In pleasure, she began to suck again, dipping her mouth up and down. Jack let her suck for a while longer. Then he pulled his finger from her gripping asshole. Sandra moaned as the finger came out, and gave a protesting cry when he lifted her mouth of his throbbing cock.
"But you're still so hard!" she whispered, jacking it with her fist. "Don't you want me to suck it off again?"
"Later," Jack said, pulling her lips to his for a long, deep kiss. He held her face between his hands, then looked into her eyes for a long time. "You're beautiful, Sandra," he finally whispered. "And not only beautiful, but one of the best cocksuckers I've ever known. It was my lucky day when I saw you sitting on the porch with your cunt showing."
"Your lucky day?" she whispered back at him, squeezing his cock. "I thought it was mine, Jack."
"Do you really enjoy sucking cock so much?" he asked.
Sandra nodded, her eyes glittering in the light of the full moon. "But I like it in me, too," she whispered. "I like to feel the hardness of a cock deep inside my pussy just as much, Jack. I love to fuck, too."
He brought his fingers across her lips, brushing the tips lightly back and forth. He pressed his finger slowly into her mouth, and Sandra was sucking at it before she realized it was the finger he had shoved into her asshole. By then she didn't care.
"Nice," Jack said softly. "Very nice."
Sandra rolled her tongue about his finger, tasting it, and realizing it wasn't bad, or else it was because she was still excited, her cunt still hot and hungry. She sucked at his finger, tasting her asshole, her eyes smoldering once more, staring into his.
"Fuck me," she said softly as he removed his finger. "Please, Jack, fuck me!"
He scooted to the middle of the seat, his cock standing up, his balls revealed by the open fly. Sandra, her dress already around her waist, turned on the seat, spreading her knees over his legs. She clutched at his shoulders as he fitted his cock to her cunt. She made a hissing sound as the big prickhead parted the hairy lips of her juicy cunt. She felt her pussy widen, stretching around the big cockhead. She lifted her head, eyes closed, savoring the initial penetration. Once the prickhead was inside her cunt, she sighed with happiness and slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled on his prick.
She sat there, rocking her hips slowly, making soft mewling sounds. Her cunt felt stuffed, crowded, by his thick, long cock, a feeling she treasured.
"We don't have much room in the car," he said.
"I don't mind," Sandra sobbed softly. "I'll do the work. You just sit there, and I'll fuck you!"
Her fingers dug into bis shoulders when she lifted her cunt up, twisting her hips. Jack ran his hands, his palms hot, up her thighs, caressing them, his head leaning on the backrest, watching her face, seeing the ecstasy there. He stroked her thighs as she began to bounce up and down, driving her cunt down tight, his balls on her ass. Slipping his hands about her hips, he clutched the cheeks of her firm ass tightly, urging her to fuck faster.
"Oooo, you're so big!" Sandra breathed. 'So damned big . . . you fill me full, Jack! Your cock stretches my pussy so nicely!"
She rammed down hard, grinding to and fro, ribbing her clit against the hard base. She gurgled and sobbed and, with a tight squeal, began to bounce up and down, fucking him with raster and faster movements.
"Shake that ass, Sandra!" Jack urged in a thick voice, holding her ass tight. "Shake that pretty ass! Fuck my cock . . . fuck me with your hot, wet cunt! Ride my prick, Sandra!"
"I am!" she cried. "Oh, I am riding your fucking prick! I'm going to ride your fucking cock off!"
The car shook with the violence of Sandra's pounding ass. Her tits seemed swollen, her nipples burning with a sweet pain. Her cunt gripped his cock, sucking as her mouth had so recently done. Her pussy churned up and down frantically, moist sounds filling the rocking car. Jack brought one hand from her ass, lowering the top of her dress. Her tits thrust forward, nipples straining in hardness. Jack twisted one, bringing squeals of delight from Sandra. She jerked her ass up and down, twisting with hungry frenzy. She could feel an orgasm swell- ing deep inside her cunt. She began to gurgle loudly when Jack managed to capture one of her nipples with his mouth.
"Ohhh, suck my tit!" she wailed. "Suck my tit hard! Ooooo, your cock ... so hard! So hard in my cunt! Oh, Jack, Jack!"
His mouth left her tit, turning upward. Sandra crushed her lips against his and sucked wildly on his tongue as it plunged into her mouth. He was clutching her dancing ass with both hands again, one of his fingers moving about her puckering, sensitive asshole.
"Do it again!" she shouted. "Do it to me again!"
"Do what?" Jack grunted.
"My ass!" Sandra hissed, her cunt gnawing at his buried prick. "In my ass . . . again! Your finger ... up my ass! Oooo, please hurry! I'm going to come!"
She rammed down on his cock, and found j herself stabbed up the asshole by his finger. She screeched, and her cunt exploded with a mind-shattering convulsion. She screamed when she came, her cunt clutching his cock at the base, her asshole flexing on his finger.
"Take it, Sandra!" Jack shouted, and lifted his hips, trying to drive his cock deeper yet. "I'm going to blow your fucking ass off!"
"Yes! Oh, God, do it, Jack!"
She squealed as she felt bis come juice gushing into her overheated cunt. She felt spunk splash along the walls of her greedy pussy, increasing the strength of her contractions. Her body shook as she pressed her cunt hard onto his spewing prick.
"My cunt. . . my ass! Ooooo, Jack, my cunt and ass is on fire! It's so good, so fucking good! Don't ever stop coming ... I want more! I want all your come juice in my hot cunt!" "You got it, Sandra," he gasped, finished.
She slumped against him, gasping for air. Jack gently removed his finger from her asshole. He stroked her ass, feeling the tremors still rumbling through her. His cock, finally, began to deflate. Sandra felt his prick going soft inside her pussy and, with a sigh, sat up. She lifted herself from his lap. As Jack moved under the wheel again, she sat down, almost gingerly.
"My cunt feels sore," she giggled, keeping her thighs wide. "I've never been fucked with such a big cock before. Jack, you might ruin me for any other man."
"A pussy stretches." He grinned at her.
"I know it does," she agreed. "But I meant a man without such a big cock. I liked that. . . you stretch my cunt so deliciously, really fill it. That's what I'm talking about."
"You won't be spoiled," he replied. "I promise you."
She leaned over, dipping her head to kiss his balls. She rubbed them against her lips, using the tip of her tongue to lick briefly. "You know, you carry an awful lot of come juice in these balls. You really came . . . twice."
"You like it that way, Sandra?" he said when she lifted her head. "I mean, plenty of come juice?"
She nodded, smiling wickedly.
"You know, Jack," she said, stretching in luxury, "I wasn't sure you'd make a pass at me. And I was so hot for you, too. I thought of just grabbing you and fucking you anyway."
"Why didn't you?" he said, starting the car.
"Some men don't like aggressive women," she replied, scooting close to him, her hand in his lap, resting on his cock.
"I'm not one of them," he said. "With me, you can do just about what you want."
"Jack, will I be . . . seeing you again?"
"I thought we just decided that," he said, stroking her naked thigh.
She sighed and snuggled to his shoulder. His cock was warm and wet in her hand. She held his prick as he drove, thinking about her son. She had promised to tell Frank if she was fucked. But now she wasn't sure if she could. Jack might find out she fucked her son. If he did, that would be the end of this, and she was feeling something for Jack she hadn't felt for a man in a long time.