Chapter 9

One Saturday afternoon, a couple of weeks before Easter, Lillian and I drove upstate for a picnic. It was a warm day and we found a nice spot near a river, far away from everyone. We spread a blanket out, across the grass and then the two of us sat down.

Lillian looked beautiful as she unstrapped her sandals and threw them underneath a tree. She was wearing a blue work shirt and a pair of cut down dungarees that fit her nice and tight. The fullness of her figure stood out against her clothes in a most provocative manner. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and her glowing red hair shimmered in the sunlight.

"You know, you're sexy!! " I said, leering at her jugs, ogling them like a dirty old man.

"So you still like me?"

"Sure," I replied. "I've always liked you. In fact, I'm in love with you, I am!! "

"If you loved me, then you wouldn't treat me the way that you do."

"How's that?" I asked. "Don't I take care of you?"

Lillian curled up like a baby, resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel her hot breath on my neck, and the warmth of her trembling female body burn into my flesh.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked. "Haven't I been treating you good?"

"No," replied Lillian. "I hardly see you anymore, you know. I get lonely at night"

"But I try to come over as much as I can," I explained. "I've got a lot on my mind, lately. Business isn't going so well, and I've got family troubles. I haven't got as much time as I would like."

I had never seen Lillian in such a seductive mood. She was warm and sweet, as she rubbed her breasts against my arms. She reached down with her fingers to my fly, and carefully unzipped my trousers and hauled out my rather limp, droopy penis. She held it in her hands curiously, not in a sexual, but in a clinical manner.

"You know," she said. "This really isn't much, when you come right down to it."

I laughed, as I reached up to the top button on her blue work shirt. I opened it up and rubbed my hand across her trembling throat. She seemed to be made out of glass as I caressed and fondled her naked flesh.

"Why don't you see me more often?" she asked, bitterly, pulling away from me. "What am I? Your whore or something? You fuck me and then you're gone. I didn't bargain for that sort of arrangement."

She was right, of course, and I felt like a heel. The last couple of months had been hectic for me. A couple of business deals had fallen through. I was losing weight, and of course there was the problem with Cindy, not to mention my daughter Glenda.

"Come on," I finally said. "Why can't you try to understand my dilemma?"

"Because I don't feel very secure," replied Lillian. "I don't know where I stand with you. I mean, the two of us lead a rather satisfying sex life, but that's all. I don't like the idea of being your mistress, sitting by the telephone and waiting for your call. I've had plenty of propositions from nice, eligible bachelors which I've had to turn down because of you."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Marry me," replied Lillian. "That's the way things are done where I come from."

I laughed: "All women are the same. They grab hold of your cock, and the first thing that you know they want to get married."

Suddenly Lillian moved closer to me. She unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the smooth roundness of her milky white breasts. They looked like two ripe fruits, hanging down from a young tree. Her nipples became erect under my gaze, growing harder until they formed little peaks. My lips tingled as I stared at her young, delicious body.

"Don't you think that you would enjoy being married to me?" she suddenly asked. "Don't we have fun together? I would make a wonderful wife for you. Besides, I'd like to get pregnant. I want to have your baby."

Lillian gave me her hand and she pulled me close to her. My organ, which was hanging out of my pants, had grown fully erect. Lillian bent over and kissed it. Then she kissed me on the face, in a most obscene way, sticking her tongue into my mouth as she rubbed her bosom to my chest. The two of us rolled off the blanket, onto the grass, like two wild animals.

"Come and get me," Lillian whispered enticingly, as she broke out of my embrace, mnning up a hill as swift as a deer. I threw off my shirt and undid my pants, so that I was completely naked. Then I chased after her, catching her near the river. We fell on the soft ground, and my hands went eagerly to the warmth of her inner thighs. I rubbed her down there, between her legs and she responded the way she always responded to my manipulations, melting like a baby into my arms, sighing and moaning like a hot bitch.

"Oh Paul," she cried. "Before you do it to me, tell me that you love me."

"Sure I do...."

"But say it," insisted Lillian. "Please say that you love me. I like so much to hear it from your lips. I want to hear the words."

"I love you," I whispered, not really sure whether or not I meant it. I mean, I've loved every bitch that I ever fucked. I remember when I was seventeen years old. There was this girl called Elmore. She was a big pig of a girl, with the hottest, wettest cunt that you ever did see. But when a guy is seventeen, he takes what he can get, which is how I got involved with her. I met her in a party and I started to mess around with her. Sometimes I used to fuck her two or three times a day. And every time I did it to her, I always told her that I loved her. And the strangest thing is that I really thought that I did.

Who knows what love is? Certainly I don't. I mean, some of the times I love my daughter Glenda. Other times I love my wife Cindy. Still other times I love some anonymous little bird in hot pants that I see passing me down on the street

I looked into Lillian's eyes and at her half parted lips and I decided that I was terribly fond of her, that I actually wouldn't mind being married to her. Certainly it would be better than being married to a Lesbian with nymphomaniacal tendencies, which pretty much sums up what Cindy is all about

"Lillian," I said. "Sure I love you. I really mean it"

When I said those words, you should have seen her eyes brighten up. You couldn't have bought that expression for a million bucks, because you can't buy honest and spontaneity and wholesomeness.

I reached down with my hands to the snap of Lillian's dungarees. With a flick of a finger, I pulled it open. Then I pulled down the zipper in front and the pants spread apart, all the way down to the crotch. Underneath I could see that she was wearing a pair of flower colored, bikini panties. They were fresh, just slightly moist, as I pushed my hands underneath the waistband.

"You have soft skin," I said. "You feel just like a little baby."

"You say the sweetest things," Lillian laughed, as I reached down, past her beaver, to the warmth of her throbbing heat As I drilled my finger into her cunt I remembered the first girl who had ever let me touch her. It was a girl named Sandra and she lived in the same building as I did. The two of us were fifteen at the time, and we were sitting in the hallway with nothing to do one hot summer afternoon.

I'm not exactly sure how things started, although I sometimes like to think that I was the one who made the first move. Actually, it could have been her who got the ball rolling.

Sandra was a sweet dumpling of a girl, with a big rosy ass and small, flat little tits. So, like I was saying, we were sitting in the hallway with nothing to do. Suddenly we started to kiss one another, the way we had seen in the movies. The two of us must have looked a little bit ridiculous, trying to imitate Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh, groping curiously with our hands.

Well as it turned out, I let Sandra touch my penis and she let me put my finger on her cunt. For the rest of that summer, every single day the two of us would meet in the hall and we would make out, pretending that we were the world's greatest lovers. Once she rubbed my cock so hard that I came, spilling my seed all over her legs and skirt. That was the first time that I was ever jerked off. Nowadays, I hear, kids are fucking when they're that young, if what I read is correct. When I was young, you were lucky if you got a kiss, which just goes to show you how the world is changing.

I was so caught up, thinking about Sandra, and that wonderful summer of my youth, that I must have forgotten all about Lillian. She slapped me across my face, lovingly of course, and she brought me back from my daydream.

"You seemed lost," she laughed. "What's the matter? Are you getting senile or something?"

My hand was still inside of her juicy cunt

"Sorry," I said. "I was thinking about the past. You know, I suddenly remembered an old flame of mine. Her name is Sandra. The two of us used to fool around a bit. I wonder what she's doing nowadays?"

Lillian laughed: "She's probably humping the mailman."

"Naw, I don't think so," I replied. "She was a wholesome girl."

"So what," said Lillian. "She could still be humping the mailman. Unless of course it's the plumber. Then of course, she might be making it with the delivery boy from the supermarket. Oh, my dear Paul, the possibilities are infinite. Most women, of which I am one, are promiscuous by nature. Didn't you know that?"

"Stop teasing me," I said. "Did you have an old flame when you were fifteen years old?"

"Sure I did," replied Lillian. "There was this boy with freckles whose name was Jack. He used to come around and call on me. He was sixteen and I think that he was in love."

"With your

"Oh no," laughed Lillian. "He wasn't in love with me. I think that he was in love with a girl called Bobbie Jean, from school. He figured that he would make her jealous by coming around to see me. When I was fifteen, I was the skinniest little thing in the whole wide world. I looked just like a stick. My mother used to make me drink a half a glass of cod fiver oil which tasted crummy. She said that if I didn't fill out then I would never find myself a man."

"Well you sure did fill out most delightfully," I laughed. "You're not flat as a stick anymore. You're sweet as a pussy cat. You're the sweetest little bitch that I ever laid my eyes on."

"Am I sweeter than Sandra?"

"Much sweeter," I replied. "And you're sweeter than Elinore and Beatrice, and Selina and Britt."

"Are those all the other women in your lifer asked Lillian.

"Those are the ones that I remember," I laughed. There were a couple of other girls, but I can't think of any of them at the moment You want to know about Elinore?"

"Sure...."

"She was a fat ugly bitch. Her father was a dentist and I met her at a party."

"She sounds interesting."

"Well, she was," I replied. "I mean, you've never seen an uglier girl in your whole life. But she used to jump around and act like the biggest little sexpot in the whole borough of Brooklyn. She had a dozen boys on the string."

"Did she have you on the string?"

"Sure she did," I replied. "She used to fuck, which was one of her better qualities. In those days there weren't many girls who fucked. Really, it's true."

"Oh...."

"Sure," I explained, florals are changing. Today, by the time a boy reaches his fifteenth birthday, he's probably balled a half a dozen chicks. Girls put out much easier. Instead of giving you a good-night kiss after the first date, they give you a hand job. After the second date, if you haven't got her in the sack, then you're slow as molasses."

"I guess," laughed Lillian. Tell me about the other women in your life."

"Well there was Beatrice," I sighed. "I don't remember much about her, except that she had the longest black hair that you ever did see. It reached all the way down to her ankles. She was short, with a big pair of titties. Boy she sure liked to be touched on those tits of hers. She would beg me to kiss them and bite on them."

"Oh...."

"She also used to fuck like a bunny," I explained. "She was a busy little beaver. I think that every guy in the graduating senior class at high school made it with her."

"How old was she?"

"I think that she was fifteen or something like that," I said. "A friend of mine, who knew her, introduced us. I was eighteen and she was fifteen which made me feel like I was robbing the cradle. My friend told me that she put out if she liked a guy, so I took her to the movies."

"Was your friend right?"

"He sure was," I smiled. "She was a greedy little bitch. She made me give her a dollar and then she let me do it to her. In those days, a dollar was very hard to come by. I used to save up all week just for her."

"Sounds divine," exclaimed Lillian. "You really have a most varied sex life. Who else was there?? "

"There was Selina and Britt," I replied. "Selina was a girl that I met in college. She wasn't bad looking, but I didn't like the way she was always telling me what to do. I finally had to drop her."

"She was bossy?"

"Yeah, you might say that," I answered. "She was the biggest ball-buster on the whole goddamn campus. She was the type of girl who would ask you why you weren't moving it around, once you got into her."

"Oh...."

"Every time we went to bed, she would give me a lecture all about sex," I continued. "She'd tell me that I shouldn't worry about a thing because she knew what to do and she would teach me. Whenever I made a move, she would tell me to do something else. For instance, when I fingered her, she would ask me to play with her jugs. When I played with her jugs, she would tell me to finger her. Finally I had to let her go. I think that if I had stayed around much longer she would have cut off my cock and hung it in her hying room, as a trophy."

"So ... she was a collector?"

"That's exactly what she was," I replied. "But compared to Britt, she was a girl scout."

"Who was Britt?" asked Lillian. "Did she come from Sweden?"

"No, but you're close. Britt was an exchange student from Germany. She showed definite sadistic tendencies."

"Oh?"

"She used to dress up in leather panties, and high heel boots and order me to kiss her fee."

"She made you do that?"

"That's the type of girl she was," I explained. "Her ambition was to become the warden of an all-male prison. She was funny, really she was. She used to make me he down on the floor and then she would straddle over me and rub her little wet pussy in my face."

"I'd imagine you got a kick out of that."

"Oh, it was fun all right," I replied. "But then, one day she tried to piss all over me."

"She wanted to piss on you?"

"YepI!" I nodded. "Thafs just what she wanted to do to me. She wanted to piss in my face."

"So what did you say?"

"I said good-bye. That was the last time I had anything to do with Britt. A couple of times she invited me to come up to her apartment. She promised not to be so sadistic. But, I told her not to bother me. I didn't care too much for her form of sexual expression."

"I'll bet you didn't," said Lillian. "She must have been a real weirdo or something."

"I suppose."

Lillian looked up at me and smiled: "Who came after her?"

"Oh, there were a couple of girls here and there," I said. "I hardly remember any of them, except that I really had a ball in college. Then I graduated and married my present wife Cindy."

"Whom you love and adore?"

I laughed: "I hate that bitch. Being married to her has made me quite a miserable man."

"What about your daughter Glenda?" asked Lillian. "Are you happy with her?"

"No," I replied. "I'm not pleased with my wife or with my offspring. I think that I would be much better off if I had as little to do with them as possible."

"Why don't you get a divorce?"

"I wish I could," I replied. "I've asked Cindy several times already for a divorce."

Suddenly Lillian looked at me, a coy expression on her sweet little face. Her green eyes hid more than they revealed, and her large breasts stared enticingly.

"Hey!" she asked. "What would you do if you divorced your wife?"

"You know what I would do," I replied.

"No, tell me."

"I would marry you, of course," I exclaimed.

Lillian threw her arms around my neck, and I knew that she was ready to be fucked. I reached down and helped her off with her dungarees. Then I made her sit up for a second, and I rolled off her flower print panties. I threw them away, somewhere in the grass and I pressed my lips to hers. She opened up and swallowed up my tongue.

"Fuck me, Paul," she cried. "I want you to put yourself inside of me. I want to feel your cock inside of my wet pussy."

The two of us started to roll on the grass, locked in a tight embrace. I bit her on the erogenous regions of her neck and throat, blowing soft, hot kisses into her ears. She shivered wildly, as I reached underneath, to her full, firm, round little ass. I squeezed it in my hands, massaging the soft white flesh with my eager fingers. I heard her moan, as she responded, shaking her hips and twining her long legs around mine.

"Now," she cried. "Put it into me now!! "

I reached with my hands to the soft warmth of her inner thighs, caressing and fondling her as I moved up to the mouth of her cunt. She was hot and wet as I pulled open the drape like folds of her labia, reaching into the hole with my fingers. I rubbed her up a bit, getting her ready for what was to follow.

"Ahhhhh..." she cried as I pulled my finger out of the crack I lifted her up just a bit, and I slid my hard cock between her creamy white legs. I nuzzled it into her cunt, past the hot, wet lips, through the vestibule, into the churning orifice.

In all the times that I had fucked Lillian (and I had done it to her plenty of times) I had never seen her so eager. It was as though our talk about marriage had aroused her passions to a feverish state. She was letting herself go with me, trusting me for the first time.

I was gentle with her, very careful, guiding my cock into her vagina, sliding it into her in a most deliberate manner. I could feel the way her womanly muscles started to pull at the head of my cock. She was slimy and gooey, slick and well lubricated. My shaft sloshed around inside of her cunt like a fish inside of a pond.

"Do you love me?" she suddenly asked. I could feel her legs closing tightly around me, as she tugged at my organ with the teeth of her vagina, pulling me deeper and deeper into the quaking whirlpool.

"Paul," she asked again, desperately. "Do you love me? Please tell me that you do!!!"

"Sure I love you," I replied, kissing her sweaty neck. I ravaged her body with my teeth, biting her under her armpits and on her throat and breasts. I swallowed up her nipples, one at a time, rolling them around with my tongue, sucking on them and kissing them as she tingled.

For my part, I was ready to come. I mean, I felt so hot all over that I could have exploded at any moment But over the years I have learned a certain amount of self-control. Some of my friends rub their cocks with de-sensitizing creams and jellies. I think about baseball. As I jammed my cock back and forth inside of her, I was trying to remember who was the starting pitcher for the Mets on opening day at the Polo Grounds. I'll admit that it doesn't sound very romantic, but at least it kept me in control of the situation.

"Harder," she cried. "Drill it into me harder. Please, Paul, make me feel like a woman!!!"

I reached underneath her again, with my hands and I grabbed her ass in my palms. She had a soft Utile ass, and I liked to touch it, to feel it. I kneaded the rolling cheeks with my fingers, twisting my thumb into the crack. I jammed my thumb all the way into her ass-hole, as my cock continued to slide in and out of her cunt I was playing her the way a man would play a violin, rubbing my bow across her strings, kissing her as I listened to the sweet music of her feverish passion.

"Are you almost there?" I asked. "Can you feel your orgasm?"

"I think so," she cried, digging her fingernails into my back, ripping at me in a merciless manner. I continued to pump her with my erection, ramming her so hard that my balls started to shiver.

"Now," she cried. "I'm coming."

Suddenly she exploded, jumping back and forth in a devilish manner. Her loins and her thighs were wild with heat. Her breasts tingled with passion. She scratched my back, and bit my face a thousand times, as she experienced that sweet moment of ultimate release.

At that very moment I ejaculated. I know that many people think that the mutual orgasm is a myth, an impossibility. Well, if you play your cards right, anything is possible. Thinking about the Mets had saved me again. I waited until I could feel Lillian rumbling underneath me, and then I relaxed my muscles.

"Shit!!!" I cried, and closed my eyes as my seed spilled into her womb. I must have rained a river into her, shooting again and again, until I was exhausted, completely empty.

I left my cock inside of her, and kissed her sweet, young face when it was over. Suddenly I realized how much I really loved her, how much I really cared for her. That was good," I said.

"I know," she replied. "I could really feel it that time. I don't think that you ever fucked me like that since we've started going together. It was like a fairy tale. I could hear bells. Really, I heard them ringing in my brain. I think that I still hear them."

"You're balmy," I laughed. "But I love you anyway."

We stayed in the grass like that, locked in each other's arms for a little while longer. Then I pulled my rather limp penis out of her vaginal orifice. I told her to lick it and I patted her head when she did. She was a good girl, kissing my shaft in a most tender, and loving manner. She also took my balls into her mouth and she sucked on them for several seconds before spitting them out

"Come on," she said. "Let's eat"

We ran back to our blanket and we unpacked the food. Both of us ate voraciously, stuffing our mouths till we were satisfied.

Tastes great!! " I said, holding a chicken wing aloft.

"I fried it in butter," she laughed. I'm a good cook, you know. I will make some man a very good wife, one of these days."

"Are you hinting?" I asked.

"Well, I wouldn't mind if you did marry me," she replied. I'm eager to raise a family."

"You are?"

"Sure I am," she replied, as I almost chocked on the chicken. "I hope that you get me pregnant, so that you'll have to marry me."

Suddenly the thought of impregnating her didn't sound like such a bad idea. I put my head in her lap and I kissed her soft, white thighs. Then I reached down with my tongue, to her hot little clit and I started to play around with it.

"You know, you're a juicy little bitch," I said. "You really know how to fuck."

"I learned it all from you," replied Lillian. "The two of us fit together perfectly. I mean, when we do it, everything comes out as smooth and as nice as a summer s breeze. It's as though your cock was made for my cunt."

"Now you're being philosophical," I replied.

"Oh Paul," she said. "I hate to pester you like this. But I want to know when you're going to divorce your wife?"

That was a hard question to answer. Did I have the strength to do it? I would certainly have liked to get rid of her years ago. But every time I got up the nerve, something interfered.

"Well?" asked Lillian again. "Are you going to get rid of her or not? I want this as much for your sake as for mine. Haven't you noticed how much happier you are with me?"

"Well!!!"

"Sure!! " Lillian continued. "When you came to pick me up this morning, you looked simply terrible. There were lines all over your face, and your mouth was hanging down sadly and it appeared as though the entire world was falling in on you."

"Maybe it was."

"But look what happened after only a couple of hours in my care," exclaimed Lillian. "You look like a spry young cock."

"I do?"

"You look happy for a change," said Lillian. I'm the one who did that to you. If you were married to me, you would be happy all the time. Really you would. I wouldn't give you time to worry about business or any of those other, unimportant matters."

"You've convinced me," I laughed, guzzling down a can of rather warm, flat beer. "You know what?"

"What?"

I'm going to get rid of my wife as soon as I can," I promised. "Now stop pestering me."

"You really mean it."

"I mean it"

"Oh Paul, I love you," cried Lillian, throwing her arms around my neck. I think that she was ready for another round of sex. But, being only a man, I didn't have the strength, so I ate her out. I must say that it was a most pleasant task, and I was able to stimulate her to the point of orgasm using my tongue alone.

Awhile later, the two of us went swimming in the nude. By that time my strength had returned and I was ready for the task. I grabbed her around the waist in the water and I forced my cock between her legs. It was a little hard getting it up, inside of her, but I finally managed after strenuous effort.

"This is fun," Lillian laughed. "It tickles when you move."

"You know," I said. "I've never done it in the water before. It feels funny, almost strange."

The friction was delightful, as I pumped myself into her cunt. This time I came before she did. By sheer will power I was able to keep my cock hard, sliding it into her snatch until she too was ready to climax.

We spent the rest of the day, sleeping, eating and fucking on the grass. If you've never tried it, then you ought to. Take my word for it, there's nothing better! I And I mean nothing!! ! ! !