Chapter 11
Jennifer Wayne had fallen in love with a body; Mama's body. They had carried on their affair clandestinely, mainly in Jennifer's apartment while Gilly was away, which was a great deal of the time.
There was both passion and calm in their relationship. Mama had shown more respect of Jennifer, possibly from the fear of losing her, and did not treat her as she did Grace. She still maintained, to some extent, her relationship with Grace. "So she won't get suspicious," she explained. And Jennifer accepted this.
Jennifer accepted it for another reason. She realized that Mama needed an outlet for the more violent part of her nature, and Jennifer was just as happy that Grace still bore the brunt of this.
There were times, but rarer now, when Jennifer heard sounds through the apartment wall-Grace howling from some indignity Marna was visiting on her. Getting that dildo up her hind end, Jennifer would think dreamily. Or getting Mama's fist, to the wrist, up her fantastically elastic gash.
At the moment, they were stretched naked on Jennifer's bed, lying there pleasantly in the backwash of recent passion. Jennifer, as usual, was occupied with Mama's gorgeous body. She'd inspected, played with, and gently kissed each big breast She'd gone lower and probed deep into Mama's naval with her tongue.
Now she was still lower down. Myrna lay on her side with one leg extended out at an angle and the other tilted away, thus opening her generous crotch.
Jennifer lay with her head on the inner surface of Mama's thigh, playing with her womanhood as a child plays with a toy. She loved to run her fingers through the thick pubic hair, to open the big vagina and thrill at the size of the clitoris with which Mama skillfully brought her great happiness.
Tm glad no man ever got his ugly tool into you," Jennifer murmured.
"Oh, but one did," Mama replied. "When?"
"I was married-once."
"No! How long ago?"
"A couple of years. We've been divorced for over a year now."
"But why on earth did you get married-to a man?"
"Oh, I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Ugh! It must have been awful."
"It could have been. But I learned to handle him."
"Handle him? When a man wants his wife, I didn't know he could be handled-except to give him his way."
"At first, I did. And it was pretty awful. Having that big cock rammed into me once a day."
"Once a day!"
"Harry was a bull. He wanted his nooky regularly. Every day when he got home from work."
"Well, I suppose it could have been worse. Some men, I understand, hump their wives several times a day. At least until they get tired of them and go hunting for a new cunt."
"Harry was a one-shot artist. I mean one shot in twenty-four hours was his limit."
Mama paused to laugh.
"A blessing in comparison to what he could have been."
"It was his undoing. It took me a couple of months to figure out how to outsmart him, but when I did, that was the end. He never went into me again."
"How did you do it?"
"Well, he used to come out into the living room every morning to drink his coffee in a big overstuffed chair. One morning-"
Marna stopped to laugh again.
"It certainly must have been hilarious."
"Oh, it was."
"Then tell me."
"I don't know. You're pretty young. Your mother might not want you to hear about such things-ouch!"
In exasperation, Jennifer had snatched Mama's big clitoris into her teeth and bit down sharply. Marna pushed her head away.
Jennifer said, "All right, then, tell me."
Marna rubbed her clitoris ruefully with a fingertip.
"Sweetie, don't start anything down there you don't expect to finish."
"Will you-"
"All right. All right. He always slept naked and that morning he came into the living room and sat down, and the big ugly thing was jutting straight up through his open robe. I bought him his coffee and saw it, and I was afraid I was going to get it right then and there. Having a prick pushed into me at night was bad enough, but to get it in the morning, before breakfast-well, it was too disgusting."
"So what did you do?"
"I smiled prettily and after giving him his coffee, I started playing with it. He liked that. He lit a cigarette and lay back while I jacked him off."
"A marvelous idea."
"But you don't know how marvelous. That night, for the first night since we'd been married, I didn't get fucked. I was delighted when he couldn't raise a hard-on and went to sleep. So I tried it the next morning. The same thing. No fucking that night."
"So you solved your problem."
"Yes, but not entirely. After a few times, he got tired of his come spouting out all over his belly so he had to go and wash before having his coffee. He corrected that one morning by grabbing me by the ears and shoving it into my mouth just before he came. After that, he made me suck his cock instead of jacking him off."
"How awful."
"Oh, it wasn't so bad once I got used to it. I much preferred eating it to having him spew that stuff into my pussy and having it ooze out all over the place."
"He did stop fucking you, though."
"Yes. But I was wrong about him."
"What do you mean, wrong?"
"About my draining him. What really happened was that all I did was get him hot. Starting with that first morning, he went to work and hauled his secretary into their washroom and bent her over the sink and fucked the ass off of her. Two shots a day were all he needed."
Jennifer laughed now. "You mean that what happened was that instead of you getting screwed every night, his secretary got fucked every morning."
"Yes, the poor girl. I met her later, just before the divorce. She was pale and thin. She'd lost twenty pounds and actually had a glassy look in her eyes from being balled every morning of her working week."
"Why didn't she quit?"
"The job paid too well. She couldn't afford to quit, and my husband found he liked her cunt so much that he threatened to fire her if she didn't hold it still for him."
"I think you're telling me a story. I think you dreamed all that up just to amuse me."
"Honest to god. It's the truth. I lost some weight, too, but I needed to lose it, so it was all right."
"How did you lose weight-if he'd quit fucking you?"
The come every morning. He was virile and shot a copious load. When I started eating it my appetite was killed for practically the whole day."
Jennifer's change of expression showed a change of thought trend.
"You know-I've heard that. About wives." You've heard what?"
"That some of them actually do that to reduce. Just like some of them learn to take it in the ass to keep from getting knocked up, others suck their husbands off when they get hungry in order to kill their appetites."
"Maybe we ought to write a book. Advice to Wives About Oral and Back Door Sex."
"Why not?" Jennifer's face now turned softer, more sensuous. "Do you want me to suck you off now, darling?"
In turn, Mama's mood turned more grim. "Not now, sweetie. I've got something else on my mind."
"What's bothering you, precious?"
"That bastard who shaved your cunt. I've got a plan to get back at him."
"How?"
"Set myself up as a pigeon."
"But that's dangerous. You'd get shaved too! You'd lose all this lovely hair, and I'd be desolate."
"No, I wouldn't lose it. You can bet on that. But he'd lose something."
"I don't know. I think it's dangerous."
"Look, men who'd do a thing like that are cowards to begin with."
"Mama," Jennifer said, "something puzzles me. At first, when you first heard I'd been shaved, you didn't get so awfully excited about it. Your anger came later, when-"
"When I fell in love with you, darling. Now it's different. I don't care about a lot of other broads getting shaved. It's you. Now, when I think of those bastards taking my darling's pants down and using an electric razor between her legs-putting a cock in her mouth and up her sweet little gash-I, well, I get mad."
Jennifer, looking somewhat worried, ran a fight finger over Mama's left nipple and watched it rise up like a huge olive.
"There's something I've wondered about," she said. "Something that worries me."
"What is it, angel?"
"What you did to Lola there in the washroom of the cocktail lounge. You rammed your whole hand up her. It-it was sadistic. What made you do that to a stranger?"
"Do you mean, would I ever do it to you?"
"That's part of it"
"I wouldn't, darling, because I love you. As to why I did it-well, maybe a person with my leanings has a strong male streak in her. At that time, I felt like a man. I mean I feel the way I think a man feels. A strange cunt lying there on that cot! It got to me. I wanted to climb on top of her with a big hard-on and fuck her till her tongue hung out. That's exactly how I felt."
"Like the guys who pulled me into the bushes and shaved me?"
"Yes, that way. But as to whether I'd do it to you, the answer is never. Those guys-if they've got wives at home they would never do things like that to them. I'll bet their wives don't even know what they do at night."
"What you're saying then is that I'm kind of like your wife. That what you do with other girls is secret. You might go out and rape some girl, but you'd never tell me."
"Angel, that's not it. You're all I need."
"Thinking what you might do with other girls makes me jealous, somehow."
"Don't worry about it."
"But I want to give you everything. I want you to be happy."
"I am happy, dear. Or I will be when I get back at that crazy rapist."
Jennifer cuddled closer. "If you want to use that dildo on me-even in the ass-you can. I want to be a good lover. I want to keep you at home."
"But darling, I don't want to. I feel so differently about you."
"All right. But remember that I offered."
"I'll remember."
"And now, sweetheart. Will you fuck me with your clit the way you did before?"
Marna laughed. "I thought you'd never ask!"
Jennifer threw herself on her big, blonde Amazon in a suddenly flurry of need. "You're so big, so lovely, so wonderful, sweetheart. I'm the luckiest girl in the world."
Their mouths met and opened. Marna's tongue went deep, seeking Jennifer's tongue, laving it, making love to it.
A few moments later, Jennifer was in position, her legs back and spread wide. Marna lowered her body slowly.
Jennifer was trembling. "Oh, don't tease me. Put our cunts together. I want to feel your big clit rubbing me. Then, when we're through, I want to lick all the lovely cream out of you. Every drop."
As Marna lowered her body, and Jennifer felt the soft, magic touch, she whispered to herself: "Oh, I hope it lasts. I pray god this love of ours lasts!"