Chapter 2
Audrey Potter was up at the crack of dawn to fix Jerry's breakfast. The kitchen of their two-bedroom mobile home was roomy and well-appointed. Everything was organized so rapidly that she took a few minutes to sip coffee in her living room. Jerry could sleep for another forty minutes.
She glanced out the window behind her sofa and stared idly at the small, pleasant trailer park in the morning light.
Audrey had been up for over an hour and she'd noticed Shelby Minor drive off just before daybreak. The mere sight of the sandy-haired construction worker had tempted Audrey to wake her husband for some early-morning loving. Jerry was agreeable to morning sessions about half the time. He was more of a night person. Audrey was ready to go at any hour.
She found her hand creeping down to the place where her housecoat folded across her lap. She wasn't wearing underwear, and she let her fingers gently worry the hairy lips of her vagina. Immediately the lips began to swell and part for her. Most of the time Audrey was grateful that her body responded so well to sexual stimulation. It made things more agreeable when Jerry wasn't putting out enough for her, but sometimes her sexuality was a nuisance.
There's no such thing as enough! she thought; rubbing the labia; pulling the pubic hairs softly between her fingers.
She continued to think about Shelby; closing her eyes and inserting one finger between the lips; rubbing up and down until she was stimulating her clitoris.
She had noticed the burly man's semi-hard cock in the khaki construction-worker's pants. She supposed Connie had been giving him the business at the door just before he left for his car.
That Connie was a good-looking woman, Audrey decided, and she probably took good care of her husband.
Oh, well, I might just catch him sometime, when they've had a fight!
As a matter-of-fact, it had sounded like a pretty good one going on this morning. Audrey had heard arguments on Monday mornings before, when the Minors' lights were on early. She had never been able to hear the words that were shouted distinctly enough to tell what the trouble was, but something was definitely wrong.
Audrey was still thinking about Shelby's half-hard, and the way his khaki trousers stretched tightly across his hard, round ass. Several fingers were in her cleft now, and she was beginning to squirm.
Oh, shit!
She rose from the sofa, carried her coffee cup back to the kitchen, and tiptoed to the larger of the two bedrooms.
Jerry Potter was sleeping in the nude, the sheets pushed away from his body. Audrey stood in the doorway for several minutes staring at him.
Jerry was a man of average height. He and his wife were in their late twenties and had been married for five years. He was a dark Irishman, but he had Indian blood on his mother's side of the family, and his body was smooth and ruggedly muscular. His curly black hair was tousled against the pillow now, and Audrey stepped closer and looked at his sleeping body. She had always found her husband a really sexy man. Together, they presented a handsome couple, her blonde hair and complexion contrasting with his ruddy good looks.
She continued to look at the olive-skinned figure of the sleeping man, and then she advanced to the bed and sat down.
She let her hand slide slowly across the sheets and encircled his limp cock. She held it for a moment, squeezing gently, and was finally rewarded with a little jerk and swelling. His breathing was still regular but she knew he was feeling the pressure of her hand in his sleep.
Then she began to squeeze harder, letting her fingers slide up and down the shaft at the same time. Within a minute, his erection had reached its limit, and she felt the weight of the heavy piece of meat.
Audrey bent down and began to flick at the head of the cock with her tongue, letting her lips encircle the crown at the same time and relishing the smooth skin. She milked the foreskin back as far as it would go, and ran her tongue around the underside of the glans, then into the little slit at the top.
The man mumbled in his sleep and opened his thighs wider.
"Hmmmmm," his voice moaned softly, and then his breathing once more returned to normal. He was still asleep.
Audrey let her robe drop from her shoulders and in seconds she was as naked as he. Her high, rather large, breasts began to rise and fall with her heavy breathing. She stretched out on her stomach between his legs and began to lick and kiss his pole from base to tip. Even in his sleep, a few drops of pre-seminal fluid collected at the slit and began to run down. She lapped at them and instantly the taste set her crotch on fire!
She reached her fingers down and felt herself again. She was becoming wet.
Audrey decided the time had come to get something going.
She ran her tongue down over Jerry's hairy ball sac. She put one egg at a time into her hot orifice and began to roll it around while she sucked, using her tongue and lips very lightly.
He moaned again and let his body fall flat on his back. His thighs raised a little higher.
Audrey began to run her tongue down and over the man's inner thighs now. His thick cock began to swell and lift off the moist ball sac, then gave a little jerk about halfway up.
Jerry's hands came down on her shoulders, urging her to take him again.
It was always a good feeling for her when she knew he was awake and still interested. She licked up the underside of his pole again and then plunged the cock into her mouth. Her movements were less gentle now, and her mounting passion stimulated her performance. She completely wet the head and then plunged down, letting the big bulb slip past the entrance to her throat and down her gullet.
"Ahhhh--" the man moaned softly.
She gave another push with her throat, opening her windpipe to its fullest, and let the cock travel down until it was firmly lodged as far as it could go, and she sank her lips into his bushy, black pubic hair.
Jerry placed his hands on top of her head and began to shove his crotch against her hard. The cock seemed to travel another two inches into her throat, almost making her gag. She pulled up slowly, giving him the ultimate sensation, and brought all but the head out of her mouth before forcing herself down again, all the way to the root.
Jerry reached over and pulled her legs around until they were facing the headboard. He spread them and shoved his face roughly down on her vagina.
"Aggghhh!" she hollered, pulling her mouth off his dick. "Oh, yes, darling, eat me! Oh, yes! I'm so hot, darling!" She plunged down on his cock again, sucking harder than ever.
He rolled the two of them on their sides and began bucking his hips into her face as hard as he could. He parted the thick lips of her vagina at the same time and began to run his tongue up and down the blonde furrow in long licks.
He spread her legs even wider, until his elbows were inside her thighs. Then, by leaning forward, he was able to go back and forth from her navel to her rectum. He wet the surfaces completely with his mouth while her sucking became wilder and wilder.
She brought her thighs together hard, forcing his arms out from between them, and clamped his head. He grabbed her around her buttocks and buried in again, this time shoving his tongue as far past her cunt lips as it would go. He began to lick the inside walls now and she almost fainted from the feelings he gave her. She began to hump her hips as fast as he humped his.
Suddenly, he pulled his face away.
"Sit on me!" he rasped, a little out of breath.
She pushed him flat on his back again, and climbed over him. He placed his hands on her hips and began to encourage her, even before she had slipped the head of his dick past her wet lips. He pulled down with his hands, and at the exact moment that she had lined up his shaft, he sent it plunging all the way home.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she began to yelp like a puppy, while she bobbed up and down on the big dick.
Jerry started to fuck up into her then, pushing until he could go no further. Her breasts danced dizzily in the air above his face. He let go of her hips and pulled her forward until he could reach the twin melons with his mouth. He brought both breasts together and squeezed them until her large pink nipples were almost touching, then he began to 'suck and lick and bite both the little buds at once.
"Oh, God!" she screamed and began to bounce up and down on him like she was riding bareback.
"Turn around!" he barked, almost making it sound like an order. Without removing the cock from her vagina, she managed to turn her body, lifting her legs and repositioning them at the same time, until she was faced away from him.
He felt himself penetrate deeper, and he grabbed her hips again, encouraging her to continue her fucking movements up and down. The sight of her ass, with the soft, round buttocks bouncing in front of his face, was almost more than he could take. He reached over and began to cup each cheek in his hand, feeling the almost spongy flesh respond to his hands. Her skin became hot to his touch, and he knew that her entire body was warming up now. Audrey had the hottest body Jerry had ever felt or lain next to. When she was sexually aroused, her skin was like fire!
"Oh, shit!" he began to moan, bucking up into her and forcing her down at the same time with his hands. "I'm gonna pop, sweetheart!"
"Darling, no!" Audrey yelled, and pulled his cock out of her.
He tried to push back in again, but it was too late. She moved her knees back until her pussy was over his face again, and then she lowered her crotch.
The fight can wait! Jerry thought, opening his mouth and guiding her dripping lips to his tongue. He pulled her weight firmly down on his face and speared in, letting his tongue search inside for anything it could find, licking and lapping as it went.
Audrey ground her pelvis down hard on his mouth. His tongue felt like a little worm wiggling up inside her pussy, and the feeling made her wild. She began to take his cock into her throat on each plunge, pushing it in until she could go no further, and then coming up only long enough to take a deep breath and push down again. In a minute she had him groaning, and his thighs were beginning to tremble under her hands.
Her own thighs trembled then, and she knew that her orgasm was about to erupt. She began to give his face a buffing job with her pussy hairs, humping the crotch down and yanking it back and forth as fast as her hips would gyrate.
Jerry grabbed her ass again and forced his mouth and tongue all the way in, letting her bucking hips wash his face in the wet, smooth flesh of her inner walls. He knew his morning beard must be scratching the hell out of her, but when Audrey got excited, it didn't seem to matter how rough it got.
She reached down and found her clit. She squeezed it with her fingers, feelings his sucking mouth all over her hand. The sensation was all she needed, and her pussy opened up completely and began to scream for release.
She forced the cock all the way down her throat again, and held it there while she felt her orgasm sweep over her. Her throat began to make moaning sounds. They were unheard in the large bedroom. But the muscles of her throat were massaging the man ever harder. His sperm began to bubble up out of his balls and start its geyser-like trip up his shaft.
"Take it, sweetheart!" he yelled as he ripped his mouth away from her clutching cunt.
Audrey was still coming. Frantically, she searched for his mouth once more with her snatch, and went all the way back down on him. She let the cock lodge in deep and then she waited, breathing hard through her nose.
The eruption came almost immediately.
She held her head and throat in place, and swallowed the cream as fast as it splashed into her throat. She had never objected to the taste of Jerry's semen, or any man's for that matter, and it seemed ridiculous to her to deprive a man of this ultimate enjoyment. When the gushing stopped, she slowly brought her mouth up, licking the shaft clean, until his damp, deflating cock plopped out, falling heavily on his belly.
His lips were still softly kissing her pussy, ready to service her in case she felt another explosion coming. The storm seemed to be over temporarily.
Audrey sat up and threw her head back, letting her blonde hair dance back behind her shoulders. She reached over and found her robe, then put it back on.
Jerry rolled back onto his side and closed his eyes.
"Darling," Audrey said, reaching down and running her hand over his big thigh, "it's time to have some breakfast."
Jerry slowly nodded his head. He was in a bad mood again, she knew that.
"Whatsa matter with fuzzy bear?" she said, leaning over and rubbing his hairy chest. He pushed her hand away, gently but firmly.
"Oh, come on, Jerry! Let's not pout this morning!"
He opened his eyes and stared at her.
"You know something," he said. "You're so fucking dominant, you almost scare me at times. You just have to be in complete control, don't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Don't you?" the man said, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "That's goddamned odd!"
Audrey shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, if it's about pulling you out--"
"Oh, if it's about pulling you out--" he snapped back, imitating her voice. "Just a little thing like that. Why, I suppose you already forgot about it!"
Audrey got off the bed and walked to the kitchen. Jerry followed her, close on her tail.
"Of course I already forgot about it!" Audrey snapped over her shoulder, her robe flying in the air behind her. "It's the silliest thing I ever heard of, arguing about a little thing like that!"
He reached out and caught her arm, spinning her around.
"Silly? Would you mind telling me just what the fuck's so silly about me wanting to give you a baby? Christ, Audrey, is sex just huff, pant, come to you? Is that all your sex life with me means? A few minutes of foreplay and a rousing good orgasm?"
"Darling," she said, pulling away gently. "If I didn't get those rousing good orgasms you mention, then I, think we'd have something to argue about!"
"Shit!" he said, dropping her arm. "You remind me of some kind of insect queen. You pounce on your mate, fuck what you want out of him, and then--"
"And then what?" She was getting angry then.
"Nothing," he said, and walked into the bathroom.
"Answer me, damn you!" she yelled, following him.
"Keep your goddamned voice down! You want everybody in the park to overhear us, the way they do the Minors?"
"Yes! I wish they would! I wish they could hear the stupid, absurd things you say to me just because I don't want to have a baby!"
"It isn't just that--"
"What, then? For god's sake, tell me what I do that keeps you so snotty and sarcastic all the time!"
Jerry was turning on the shower and stepping in.
"I don't know. You seem to--to attack me! I mean, for once in our lives, couldn't I be the one to decide when we should screw?"
The woman gave a mock laugh from the other side of the glass enclosure. "Ha! If I waited for you to make the decision, I'm afraid I'd be trying out the doorknobs!"
He didn't answer for a moment, then his voice was low and angry.
"You really are a vulgar bitch, you know that?"
"How dare you?" His words were like a slap across the face. She walked back to the kitchen, fighting the urge to burst into tears. She began heating the pan for his scrambled eggs and bacon, and set the table.
She heard the shower stop and the glass door slide back as he began drying himself.
"It does something to me, you know--when you don't let me come inside you. Goddamn it, it does something to my masculinity!"
She left the kitchen and went back to the bathroom. He was facing away from her and didn't hear her come into the steamy room, grabbing a towel from the shelf as she did so. She reached out and started to dry his back, feeling him stiffen under her hands.
"Darling," she said, leaning forward and kissing him between the shoulder blades, "Let's call a truce. I hate to see you go to the office all riled up. Besides, it almost breaks my heart when you get too upset to eat your breakfast. I hate to think that I cause you to be that way!"
He turned around and hugged her body to his, feeling her generous breasts press hard against his chest. He ran his hands down and cupped her buttocks again. For better or for worse, he knew he would never find another woman more physically exciting to him than Audrey.
"Listen, sweetheart, I don't like fights either. But one of these days, we have to have it out about the kid, right?"
"Darling, you just start making enough money to buy us a nice big house in the right kind of neighborhood, and I'll start giving them to you at the rate of one every nine months!"
He smiled, but he was still frowning.
"Sweetheart, with the economy the way it is, we're lucky we can afford this. And besides, what's wrong with this? We're comfortable."
Audrey pushed away from him.
"Comfortable, yes. We could also be comfortable if we rented a motel on a yearly basis. Only that isn't the kind of home you invite the boss and his wife to, and neither is this."
"You're such a little climber, Audrey."
"Somebody has to do the climbing for us!"
He didn't get angry. He knew the kind of family life Audrey had had before they married. He could hardly blame her for wanting all the best things. But he still thought she was making too big a point of social position just now. He'd only been a junior lawyer with the large firm he worked for a little over a year. He hadn't been given any of the juicy plums yet, but he knew they Would come. It wasn't his fault if the Vietnamese War had slowed down his career.
"Be patient, sweetheart. We'll have those things. I promise you."
"And I promise you we'll have children some day!"
He got angry again. Her remark sounded like an ultimatum. He didn't like to be compromised or bribed.
"Fuck it!" he snapped, and went to the bedroom to get dressed.
It was more than an hour later when Jerry had finished breakfast and was ready to leave for work. He was dressed in a neat blue business suit, with black shoes and socks and a red and blue striped tie.
Audrey stared at him across the table while she sipped coffee. She was always impressed with the way he looked when he was dressed up, even if it was only for work. She was glad he had a job that required neat suits and starched, white dress shirts. She was even glad to help him keep a neat wardrobe, although she drew the line at ironing and insisted that he send his shirts to a laundry.
But as she sipped her coffee, her mid wandered back to Shelby Minor and his grease-stained khaki work pants, the ones that fit him so tightly across the crotch and buttocks. She thought of his chest hairs curling over the top of his short-sleeved, white work shirt. Shelby, she decided, was definitely the sort of man who would slap her smartly across the face if she ever tried to pull him out of her at the last moment. As she thought, she found herself squirming a little and crossing her legs.
Jerry gulped down the remainder of his coffee and finished his last piece of toast. He put down the newspaper he'd been reading and smiled across at Audrey. The grumpy mood was all gone now. The subject of making babies didn't come up every time they had sex, and yet she always got her own way. When the arguments did happen, they were generally of a short duration. This morning had surprised her. He hadn't mentioned coming inside her for a long time.
"Gotta go," he said, smiling and winking.
"Well, if you gotta go, you gotta go," she said, smiling back.
"What will you be up to today?"
"Shopping," she said. "Don't look so worried. Just a couple of little things for the house-er-mobile home."
He chuckled and rose to his feet, stretching.
"I didn't get enough sleep."
"Thanks," she said.
"Now who's getting touchy?" he said.
"Look, darling," Audrey said, also rising. "Just go to work, all right? Tonight we'll have martinis, and not one word between us that couldn't be written for the true-love magazines."
He grabbed his brief case and walked to the door.
"That sounds like it could be a very romantic evening."
She leaned over and bit his ear gently.
"I promise you it will be!"
Without touching her, he left the mobile home and walked out onto the stone patio that had cost him a fortune to have built. He stood and looked at the bright morning sunlight for a moment, wishing he didn't have to spend a day like this cooped up in a little office.
Then he saw Connie Minor come out of her somewhat more modest dwelling. She waved at him and began to move up the cement sidewalk in the direction of the bus stop.
"Hi," Jerry said, waving.
"Oh, hi," Connie said, waving back. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Great," the dark-haired man said, stepping off his patio and joining her. "Where you headed?"
"To the shopping mall."
"On the bus?"
"Well," Connie said, smiling, "that's better than walking."
"Hey, why don't we check with Audrey. I think she's going shopping too. You could drive with her."
Connie didn't resent the fact that Jerry and Audrey had two cars, but she was determined not to impose on either of them.
"Oh, I'll be fine. I'm used to shopping this way!"
"I'm sure you are, but wouldn't a ride from door to door be more pleasant?"
She hesitated just a second too long.
"Come on;" he said, turning to go back into the house. "No, really--"
The man stopped again and turned around.
"Well, if you're sure. Hey, how about letting me at least drive you one way. It wouldn't be three blocks detour for me. Really."
She smiled at him. He noticed again how lovely Connie was. He and Audrey hadn't made especially good friends with the Minors, mainly because of Shelby's odd working hours, and the fact that the two of them hardly ever seemed to be home at the same time, but on many occasions he'd caught himself looking at this woman and taking mental notes on her attractiveness. She was about Audrey's height, and her hair was light brown, like honey. She wore it natural, but it had a rich wave and a shiny quality that made him want to run his hands through it. Her forehead was high, and her nose was straight and aristocratic. Altogether, her features were good. Maybe not beautiful, but maybe better than beautiful.
Her body was a knockout. The breasts stood high and full, and her waist tapered down to almost nothing before it swelled out again into deliciously plump hips that still managed to be slender. He could only guess at what her thighs were like. He had never seen Connie in shorts or a bathing suit. But her legs were long and shapely, especially at the calf, and her ankles were small and graceful.
She was smiling at him again, and he felt his heart began to beat a little faster.
"I'd appreciate a lift one way very much. Thank you."
He walked her to his car and opened the doors for them. They slipped into the front seat.
They drove out of the park and toward the main highway. Connie was silent. She had never impressed him as a particularly shy person, and she had always had easy, comfortable manners. Of course, she was years older than Jerry, but he didn't see where that would make her uncomfortable.
"Why so quiet?" he asked, turning on the car radio.
Connie smiled. Her teeth were even and sparkling white.
"I didn't realize I was being quiet."
"I thought maybe this was the first time you'd ever been out with another man."
Connie's expression became quite serious.
"If you want to know the truth, it is!"
He laughed. Then he fell silent. After a while it was her turn to ask.
"And why are you so quiet?"
His mind snapped to attention.
"Oh, I guess Audrey and I were having a little spat this morning, before breakfast."
"I though I heard a few angry words. But I didn't listen, of course!"
"Thanks."
"Anything important?"
He hesitated. "Yeah, pretty important. Only--"
"What?"
"Well--maybe you would be pretty bored with the story. I sometimes wish I could explain how I feel to somebody who understood, though."
"I'm a good listener, Jerry."
"Yes, I'm sure you are, but you're a woman, too, and women stick together."
"Not always."
"I'll bet they do on the subject of babies."
"Oh, that!" Connie said, laughed. "Well, in that case, I suppose I'd be on Connie's side. Every woman wants a child. I know I do more than anything else in the world! Only Shelby doesn't agree. Really, Jerry, you should give her a baby if she wants one!"
Connie immediately realized that she had said too much.
"I'm sorry," she added, "I'm butting in where it's none of my business."
When she looked at him his eyes were staring a hole through her.
"You know, Connie, you and Audrey don't have the same problem at all."
"No?"
"No. Say, are you in a hurry?"
"Why, not particularly, only I--why?"
"Could we go some place and just park and talk? I really would like to tell you some of the things that are on my mind. I mean, if you wouldn't mind listening."
She felt sorry for the handsome young man beside her. He seemed a little bit like a kid brother to her. And she had always been the oldest child at home, the one the others confessed their problems to.
"Sure," she said. "Anywhere you want to go."