Chapter 3
Ivy dashed out of the bank into the darkness to meet her lover. She ran across the parking lot, nearly getting hit by a car. Breathlessly she climbed into the construction truck beside Bill.
She melted into the arms of her big, good-looking, illicit lover.
"Oh, darling, I've been counting the seconds...." she whispered between kisses.
His hand automatically went to her jutting breasts as he kissed her hotly. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her warmly. His tongue went to her ear.
"Oh, shit, let's get out of here," he said adjusting the crotch of his tented pants.
She settled in close to him with his arm over her shoulder pinching her boob. She tingled with delight when he slipped his hand inside her blouse and bra and felt her rigid nipple. Shocks of excitement trilled through her body.
He backed the yellow truck out of the space and headed toward the freeway.
Ivy radiated happiness. The stars were brighter than usual. The moon cast fantastic glows on everything. The headlights and tail lights of cars took on a twinkling splendor. She was in love and she had her man right beside her. She felt the warmth of his body as she pressed closer to him. His fingers on her rigid nipple thrilled her, and her crotch cried for satisfaction.
He drove for miles, and she didn't care where he was taking her. She would have gone to the north pole with him and never flinched for a minute.
She turned her head and kissed him on the neck and stuck her wet, hot tongue into his ear.
"Hey," he said warmly. "Can't you wait?"
"Not for long, baby. My cunt is dripping, now," she said softly into his ear.
He squeezed her tit and laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"You and your hots," he said, grinning in the darkness.
"You don't like it?"
"I do! I do!" he said happily.
"I can tell," she said putting her hand to his hard dick.
"Take my cock out and play with it," he said happily.
"Do I have time ... before we get there?"
"If not, I'll make time for you, honey," he said.
Her deft fingers worked at his fly and felt inside for his rigid, pounding peter. She flipped his hot, stiff prick outside his pants.
"Oh, beautiful ... beautiful ... beautiful...." she said.
She bent her head to his crotch, careful not to disturb his hand as it massage her breast.
Her steaming hot tongue circled his standing cockhead. She pushed her spit out of her mouth and coated the tall, beating dickhead. Her mouth closed over the tip of his hard organ and slipped down ... down ... down ... taking each luscious inch. She sucked softly at first, running her hot tongue up and down his wonderful stem.
She felt his pelvis jump and punch as best it could while he kept the company truck on the freeway. She reached around her body and undid the small hook on her bra. She felt wondrously free when her full tits escaped their bondage and his fingers were free to squeeze, pinch, and massage her boobs.
"Oh, baby, I love you!" she said slobbering her spit on his smooth, silky, hard whang.
He playfully tugged at her stiff little nipple.
He drove the truck up the off ramp and into a city's lights. Now, she saw his precious penis that always pleased her so much. She tugged the length of his blood-gorged peter and looked tenderly at his lovely whang every backward stroke of her mouth. She fairly burst with delight as he squirmed his satisfaction with her mouth action.
She dug the tip of her tongue into his tiny, teardrop opening and tasted the first lubricating liquids emerge from his super hard prick.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned contentedly and tugged on his dick with her lips. Her teeth nibbled and nipped his tender cockhead. Her hot, saliva trickled down over his throbbing pecker. She sunk her torrid, moist mouth down ... down ... down on his cock and was rewarded by a jet stream of hot, thick, shooting sperm. She swallowed rapidly all of his spurting cum.
She felt his final thrust upward of his pelvis as she took all of his fine, tasty juice. She lapped and licked his spent prick to get every last delicious drop of her lover's sperm.
He sucked in his breath as his guts contracted. His big hands squeezed her tit. His finger flicked back and forth over her stiff nipple.
She buried her hot, fevered face, lovingly into his sticky, cum drenched, pubic hair. She nuzzled his weak organ and tried to get some of the spilled, love liquid from his pubic hair.
"We're here," he said squeezing her breast.
She sat up and looked at his rubbery dong that glistened and shimmered from the reflected lights through the truck window. Lovingly, she tucked his precious organ back inside his pants. She would let him button up for fear she might get his soft dong pinched or his matted pubic hair pulled. She would not do anything to hamper the action of his delightful organ.
She was uptight and unsatisfied, but she sat up in the truck as it pulled to a stop in front of an out-of-the-way, dimly lighted motel.
As was her usual policy, she got out of the truck and took a bill from Bill. She walked to the office and registered in her name. When it came to the license plate number, she put hers down. She wondered about that. Usually they took her car, but tonight, for some reason, they took the truck. She hoped the man behind the desk with the thick glasses wouldn't check the plates.
She was used to the lying and precautions necessary when she was with Bill. They should have taken her car. The way the old man stumbled around the desk and continued to place his glasses ... up and down on his nose ... she felt fairly sure he couldn't read a plate anyway.
She picked up the key and fled out to the truck.
Bill drove the truck back in the motel and squinted to see the number seven painted on the wooden door of the rickety motel.
Ivy was ecstatic! Just seconds more and she would have her beautiful man naked on the bed and she could and would do anything she wanted with him ... and he with her. Her cuntal crack dripped. Her mad, little clit fluttered with passionate desire.
"What time do you have to be home?" she asked, jumping from the high truck.
"Don't worry about it. Have you got everything?" he asked.
She nodded. She knew by now she had to remove her earrings, hair pins and anything else that might fall off in the truck. She knew Bill didn't want anybody to find anything that would indicate there had been a woman in his truck. Usually, she was careful not to wear perfume when she was with him ... unless they came to a motel where he took a shower afterwards. A lot of times their meetings weren't at a place where he could wash up after screwing her and remove the smell of her ... so she had to watch it for telltale odors.
It was especially dangerous to fuck him in his own home. She always worried she might lose the cross she had around her neck. Or that they might be surprised by his wife or kids and she'd run out the back door and forget her bra or something. Even if someone found a bobby pin in his bed ... that could cause questions.
Since they were at the motel tonight, a lot of the precautions could be forgotten.
He unlocked the wooden door and flicked on the light switch. Nothing happened.
"Shit!" he said as he stumbled into the dark room to search for the light. "I don't know why these people can't fix the lights so they'll turn on at the door."
The bright light came on and Ivy stepped inside and closed the door. She made sure the safety lock was secured.
"God, this's real class," Bill said.
"Oh, well, I'm with you," she said walking across the thin carpeting to the double bed.
"Well, we can't always get a nifty room, I guess," he said smiling warmly at her. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't the room that matters. It's the fact I'm with you. I've missed you," she said, melting into his arms.
"I'm glad," he said, taking her blouse off.
"I love you so much. Where does Betty think you are tonight?"
"Out," he said removing her hanging, unhooked bra. His mouth opened and then closed hotly on first one jutting dome and then the other.
Her knees felt weak and rubbery. Her thighs shook in anticipation. Her arms went around his strong shoulders and she quivered with happiness as he tongued his way down her soft, smooth belly. She thought she would collapse from dizziness and weakness if she did not get on the bed soon, but she would not interrupt Bill as he removed her skirt and panties.
He was on his knees in front of her ... nibbling, nipping, tonguing his way to her dark, curly snatch. His big, strong hands held her ass cheeks securely as he nuzzled into her pubic nest.
She felt his hot breath and wet tongue dig into her front crack and her fluttering clit danced with joy.
She leaned toward the bed for fear she would fall in her ecstatic condition. Her pelvis was held tightly by Bill's huge paws.
She put her hands to her labial lips and spread them far apart pulling her vibrating clit forward to his poking tongue. She thought she would faint away from absolute happiness when she felt his hot, wet mouth close around her fluttering love bud and suck it into his slobbering mouth.
She shook happily as his thick tongue pressed softly on her clit. Her head reeled when he nipped and tugged her rigid clit. Her cunt was wet and marshy. Her slit dripped with her womanly juices. Her buns twitched with an uncontrollable flinching. She rotated her pelvis in front of him ... slowly ... longingly.
Her fingers slipped on her soft, velvety, lips and she hurriedly spread them again. The feel of her lover's tongue on her clit, and digging toward her vaginal mouth thrilled her so much she felt as if she was spiraling into heaven.
Her body shook and she grabbed for Bill's head to steady herself.
"I've got to lie down ... I'm so shaky I can't stand up any more ... please...." she said in a soft, breathless voice.
He sat her on the edge of the bed, and she fell back ... her head spinning.
She pulled her bare thighs up and rested her heels on the side of the bed while Bill, still on his knees, moved in between her quivering thighs. His hot breath seared up her widespread legs and he plunged his tongue in. His arms encircled her shaking legs, and his hands pulled her labia apart. His hot, thick tongue licked the length of her slit and rested at her throbbing clit. His tongue flicked and tweaked her violently quivering love bud and two of his thick fingers plunged into her vaginal cavity. His fingers wiggled and plunged into her wildly spasming cuntal tunnel. His torridly hot mouth sucked her clit.
It was more than she could stand! She shoved her pelvis up and shot off her load. She shook and spasmed. She felt his fingers jerk out of her tube and his hot mouth replace them. She felt his darting tongue in her drenched, spasming cunt, and them he was lapping the escaping juices. His tongue was everywhere ... darting, dashing ... plunging."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. Her hands clutched his dark, curly hair and pushed his face into her dripping, drooling slit.
When she was totally done exploding her cum into his mouth, she relaxed her pelvis and wilted on the bed. She felt him crawl up on her and the roughness of his work clothes felt so good to her naked boobs. She kissed him warmly, tasting her own cunt on his hot, burning lips and tongue.
They lay together on the bed, gasping for breath "My darling...." she said softly. Bill said nothing.
She was used to his quietness. At first she did not quite know how to take him. He never talked about his wife, and he never screamed or shouted or clamped onto her when he had an orgasm. He was a very quiet lover. Maybe that came from years of having kids in the next bedroom; she didn't know. He would just lie on her, with his penis shooting his explosive cum into her tube and just let it happen ... gushing a steady stream of hot, burning fluid up her tube. He didn't dig his big hands into her flesh or bite her viciously. He was tender, hot and quiet.
Whenever she mentioned Betty, Bill never answered. He also never said a word when she lavished her words of love upon him.
He did laugh and talk and kid around in a devilish manner ... but, never said anything serious.
She loved his deep laugh lines and knew he must have gone through most of his forty-four years laughing at life. His work in construction had further weather-beaten his tough, tanned face so he looked rugged and good.
She looked at the deeply tanned face housing his dancing blue eyes. She felt fevered with love and desire for this handsome man.
He gazed back at her soft, pretty face and wondered if her daughter would be as good a fuck ... when he got her. The virgin-Mary daughter would probably be a better screw because she'd be tighter than her mother. Ivy wasn't a bad fuck by any means ... but, oh how he craved sticking his prick in that young, cherry-delicious cunt of Mary's.
He nuzzled his face against Ivy's full, round tits and smothered them with lovely, delicious kisses. His mind was on the smaller, higher-jutting domes of her daughter.
Ivy closed her eyes in happiness as Bill nipped on her pink rosebud nipples.
"We gotta be careful," Ivy said dreamily.
"Of what?" he asked, nuzzling her breasts.
"Betty wants me to help her find out who you're having an affair with. She wants me to go with her and follow you...."
"Hmmmmph."
"Aren't you the least bit upset about her thinking you're having an affair?"
"No. I told her and I've told you, I've stepped out on her for as long as we've been married. She knows it. She's caught me a few times, too."
"Well, I don't want her to catch me!"
"Don't worry about it," he said and nipped her nipple playfully.
"And she's gonna have your son follow you," Ivy said.
"Good! He might learn to have some fun. But I don't think he needs any lessons from papa," Bill said, and he laughed.
"Don't you ever worry?"
"I gave that up a long time ago," he said, crinkling up his tanned nose. He winked at her.
"Well, I worry," Ivy said. "She's my best friend."
"She's not gonna find out," he said and nibbled down her belly.
"Here I get all upset and worried, and you just shrug it all off!"
"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, blowing into her snatch.
She didn't know.
"You want us not to meet any more?" he asked, teasing her with his tonguetip in the top of her slit. His blue eyes looked over her black, matted nest and she knew he had a grin on his face.
"Damn you!" she said and spread her legs.
He laughed.
She tingled with delight when she knew he was looking at her cunt hole and fluttering clit. Somehow, with the lights on and her lover examining her soft flesh, she nearly freaked out.
Bill agilely slipped out of his heavy work clothes as he smelled and sniffed around her hole.
She touched his masculine shoulders and thrilled at the warmth he radiated. Actually, she thrilled at everything about her Bill.
He spread her puffy labial lips and gazed at her fluttering love bud and wondered what her daughter would do if she was spread eagled under his touch? His eyes looked at Ivy's spasming cunt mouth. He bent to kiss her crying vaginal opening and imagined he had his face in Mary's crotch. He shook with excitement!
He sat on his knees between Ivy's thighs and poked his stiff cockhead to her throbbing clit. How fantastic if he could get little Mary to react as well to his touch as her mother did.
Ivy raised her hips and begged for his dick. She whirlpooled her pelvis and winked her vaginal tube to clutch his hard dong.
With one hand, Bill spread her hole wider and with his other, he snubbed his beating, throbbing prick to her hole. He watched his every movement and Ivy watched, too.
Her heart pounded and she moved her pelvis to take his super hard dick.
Bill poked his prick into her clutching hole and took it out ... examining his cock and her spasming tube. In he shoved again and out.
He was having a great time watching her vagina clutch and grab for his dick. He watched her clit flutter with desire. His eyes took in the view of his stiff cock as it snubbed to her hole and slowly disappeared into her cunt....
"FUCK ME! QUIT YOUR PLAYIN' AROUND! SHOVE THAT COCK OF YOURS INTO MY HOLE!" she said, crying with hungry passion.
Bill looked at the naked woman beneath him ... slumped Over her slick, sweaty body and slammed his cock into her juicy, boiling tube.
She felt completely possessed and subservient to this man. He made her feel so much like a woman when he hovered over her and heaved a fuck into her womanly body.
Bill grunted and heaved his thick whang in and out of her wet, slippery hole. His big body rested on his elbows and his head was over her tickling tits so he sucked and tugged her nipple with every, mighty, smashing thud of his dick.
She clutched at his naked body as he rolled back on his knees, pulling her to an upright position on his stiff stick. He rolled onto his back and she sat on his jutting, rigid staff. She bounced joyfully up and down on his thick rod. Her asscrack came down on his tight nuts and she wallowed in the fantastic feel of hot nuts in her asscrack.
His hands were on her hips ... slamming her down hard on his pelting shaft.
She saw him watch her bouncing, bobbing tits and she craved his mouth.
She exploded wildly and shot her hot cream over his beating cockhead. She screamed in frenzied delight! She jerked and slithered around on his naked body.
Bill jammed her hole full of thick cock and shot off ... quietly. He held her tightly and securely on his pole as it gushed and gushed and gushed his hot, boiling, thick cum.
She loved how she could cum, nearly at his every touch. And he always shot off. He reacted beautifully to her every touch. They had a good thing going. Too bad he had a wife!
She stayed on his withering prick until it died completely.
She slid off his sweaty body and laid beside him, enjoying the feeling of warm, sticky cum dripping out of her hole.
Bill closed his thick lashed eyes and a wicked, little smile crossed his face.
"I'll bet you were a devilish little boy," she said.
He nodded, still smiling.
"You're the kind of kid that loved doing things behind the teacher's back and then acting innocent when she looked at you."
He nodded, smiling. His big hands were clasped on his sparsely -haired chest.
"Just like you get your thrills by slipping around and hoping Betty doesn't catch you...."
He nodded, smiling.
"You're a damned devil, do you know that?" He nodded, smiling.
Ivy bent over the naked man and kissed him so warmly. "I love you!"
He opened his beautiful blue eyes, and the smile left his face. "Don't"
"I don't expect you to leave your wife. I've never asked anything of you. I don't even ask you to love me. But I do love you! And to think I fought getting involved with you. Do you remember how long it took for me to fuck you?"
He grinned wickedly. "I told you long before that you ought to let me get in your pants."
"I really never thought I'd let you."
"Look what you'd have missed," he said.
"I'm glad I didn't miss it," she said softly. She kissed his cheek.
"I know I'm not as big as a lot of guys...."
"You're just fine! You don't hear me complaining!"
"Except for more," he said and grinned and reached for her.
"I love everything you do ... every action ... every touch ... every thing! you couldn't be any better a fucker if you were built any other way...."
"Shit! Don't tell me you wouldn't like a stud bigger than me!"
"I wouldn't trade you for anybody with anything else. Your cock is beautiful, wonderful, absolutely divine! I've never cum so much in my life as since you started fuckin' me!"
"God, maybe I ought to start spreadin' it around," he said, laughing. "Don't you dare!"
She knew he did not belong to her. She had no right to tell him anything. She knew he did not sleep with his wife, Betty. Love did something to Ivy. She just knew he had to be desirable to every woman on the face of the earth. She could not understand Why Betty was so cold to him. Ivy knew deep in her heart, Bill could not be true to her ... or anybody else. Ivy loved him so much and she imagined everybody else loved him, too. Her love had him promoted to the tallest pedestal in the world. She had to love him with open arms. She knew he was a free soul and wouldn't be held by her, his wife, or anybody else.
She didn't care. She'd take him anyway she could get him.
Most of her imaginings were false! Her love had blinded her about the big man with the not too big cock. Ivy would argue that, too. It's what you do with what you've got that counts! And, God!-did he do it good!
"We better go," Bill said.
"I don't wanna go," she protested.
"What about Mary?" he asked.
"Yeah. I suppose you're right," she said.
Bill tugged on his work clothes and heavy boots.
Ivy got dressed reluctantly. She knew she was in for more dry days without her lover, and it nearly cracked her up.
On the way back to town, Ivy sat close to her lover. She would not feel his warm body again for a while. How she longed to sleep with this man all night and not have to get up in the middle of the night to go home. She did not ever want to flinch about her guilt again. She wanted to walk into places with him like his wife did. She would be so proud to sport him around in public places. Her overwhelming love tore at her heart. These things would never be possible. He had no intention of ever divorcing his thin, whining wife. What held them together, Ivy would never know.
"You goin' right home?" he asked.
"Do you want to?" she asked.
"This time I'll stop off for a drink and you go home."
Another precaution. Never drive into the mobile home park at the same time. Betty might become suspicious ... so they alternated who drove home first, while the other stopped at some local bar for a drink.
So far their deceptive lives had been a success.
The two of them were quite good at sneaking around, but Ivy was getting sick of it. She wanted Bill for her own. She couldn't bring herself to making an obvious slip so Betty would know. She had thought about it, but never had the guts to go so far as to leave a trace of evidence for her to find.
No, it had to be Bill's choice. It seemed as though he was content with the affair as it was going. But Ivy could picture the day when her lovely daughter would be married and gone and she'd be alone ... still sneaking around with Bill.
She had thought about canning Bill and going with someone that was single. At least she would have a chance for a future. She couldn't bring herself to that, either.
She was in hopeless trap. Her unrealistic love for Bill was her downfall. She would probably go to her grave still loving a man she could never have. How futile! How absolutely futile!