Chapter 8
"Mrs. Minor?"
"Yes," Connie replied into the telephone receiver.
"This is Alan. Listen, remember the thing we talked about doing?" Connie's knees went weak.
"Of course I remember, Alan. What time tonight?"
"Well, that's why I called. Most of the guys have other dates for tonight. But they can all come tomorrow night."
Shelby usually got home between ten and eleven.
"All right, Alan, but we'll have to be finished by eight-thirty or nine. My husband comes home."
"Swell," the boy replied. Then he gave Connie directions. . .
Audrey Potter went to the door of her mobile home and signalled to Alan, who was mowing her lawn.
"Why don't you come in for a Coke? It's as hot as seven blazes out here."
"Don't mind if I do," the boy said. He was wearing only cut-off jeans, and his body glistened with sweat. Audrey couldn't take her eyes off the rippling muscles.
"Maybe I shouldn't sit on these upholstered chairs, Mrs. Potter. I'm all sweaty."
"Then come into the dining room," Audrey said. She wore a white gown of a chiffon material that was practically see-through. She had slipped into pink bikini panties, but her breasts were bare under the negligee, and she knew Alan would see her nipples if he tried hard enough.
She served both of them tall, frosty glasses of cola.
The boy's eyes were transfixed on her breasts as she leaned across the round table, letting the top of her negligee separate.
"Alan," Audrey said, sipping her Coke, "I didn't know you did handy work as well as mowing lawns."
The boy's eyes shot up to her face. "Handy work?"
"Yes," Audrey said, shifting her weight around and exposing even more of her smooth, shapely hills. "Around the house. Inside. I thought you just mowed lawns."
"I do."
"You don't work inside at all? "No, ma'am."
"Ohhhh--" Audrey breathed the word slowly, putting down her glass. "I just wondered. Because I saw you coming out of Mrs. Minor's trailer after eleven o'clock last night. I mean, Jerry and I were just driving in--"
--Shit! he thought. So that was the Potters' car coming in when I left!
He had been in such a hurry to walk home, he hadn't noticed where the car had stopped.
"Oh, no, Mrs. Potter, that must have been someone else!"
The bitch! The horny bitch! Audrey thought. If something hasn't happened he's ashamed to admit, he wouldn't be lying! And to think I let that woman drive off with my husband!
Audrey felt a little annoyed. Of course, that Connie Minor had been walking around for days now with a hungry look on her face. It took a highly charged woman like Audrey to recognize pure lust in another female's eyes.
Audrey could call him a liar to his face, but he might get angry and storm out. Or she could try another tactic, feeling as bold as brass now.
She got up, let her negligee fall away, and stood in front of the boy with the upper part of her luscious body completely exposed.
She moved directly in front of him. His eyes were as big as saucers, and his cock hardened in the cutoffs immediately.
Audrey sank to her knees.
"Feel them!" she whispered.
Alan's hands trembled as he reached out and took the golden mounds in his palms. He was breathing hard.
Audrey slid her hand up his thigh and pressed her fingers under the place where the pants were cut off. She reached only an inch or two inside before she came into contact with the head of his fabulous prick. She had only suspected that Alan was hung this way!
"Now, let's talk a little," Audrey said, grasping the cock with her entire hand up inside the leg of his shorts. She squeezed with all her might. She was a strong woman, and his face turned white.
"AAGGHH!!" he cried out in pain.
Audrey squeezed again.
"EEEOOOWWW!! ! " he cried out again, almost screaming. "Oh, shit! Please! That hurts so bad I feel like I'm gonna faint!"
Audrey relaxed her grip, but she still held tightly to the meat.
"I'll stop on one condition," she said.
"Yeah--yeah--anything!" the boy groaned, feeling pain and fire in his groin at once.
"You tell me what you were doing to Connie Minor in that trailer last night until eleven o'clock!"
Alan stared at her in horror as her hand began to squeeze tightly again.
The only thing Connie could find to use was a cucumber. Until the past few days, it would have never occurred to her to buy a dildo or a vibrator to keep around in emergencies.
Now her pussy was burning in a way that her fingers could no longer satisfy. Her clit had been pulled raw, and she still couldn't reach an orgasm. She desperately needed to be filled, to have bulk and weight and thickness up there!
The delay of one night before she could meet Alan's friends had been a shock to her nervous system. All morning she had been dripping, thinking about the encounter that was to be set up. Then the telephone call had dashed her hopes, and she realized that she had an agonizing day and a half to wait.
Connie stripped herself completely and got on the living-room sofa. Although she knew that nobody could see into the unlighted room, the bright, sunny morning was clearly visible to her through the thin curtains of the window next to the sofa.
She got on her hands and knees, rolled the end of the cucumber around in her mouth for a seconds, and then placed the fattest end against her wet cunt. She began to push the thick, green object up inside, opening her vagina to its fullest.
The first shock was the coldness, but in a moment her pussy got used to the chill. The size seemed perfect, but it might take a lot of tugging and pushing to bury it completely.
She rose to her knees now, and leaned across the back of the sofa, shoving with both hands. Her eyes peered out the window and she caught sight of Alan in a pair of short pants cutting the Potter's grass.
The cucumber slipped in another three inches!
Connie put her head down sideways on the back of the sofa and continued to stare at the boy while she began pumping up and down, bringing the fat object even farther up inside her. She watched the way his back and thigh muscles rippled as he walked away--the round buttocks bobbing slightly up and down.
She bucked her hips faster and faster. The thick cucumber was completely buried in her now, and she had to grasp the other end tightly so that her hands could continue to pump it in and out.
"Oh, Alan!" she moaned, "oh, come over here now and shove that big cock of yours up inside me. Make me scream with the pain of it! Put it in my mouth! Sit on my face! Anything! Anything! But fuck me! Fuck meeee--"
Her hips were almost a blur now as she hunched faster and faster, desperate for release! But the orgasm would not come. She almost screamed out in anger and frustration. . .
"Owww, owwww, owww! Come, goddamn you! Come off! Oh, god, let me come! Let me come!"
Her hips ground down and around frantically! The relief seemed a fraction of an inch away, but still it refused to engulf her.
Her pussy was sore from the workout it had been getting this morning, but the soreness only caused more friction, more tingle, more burning heat!
"Agh! Agh! Agh!" she gasped over and over, still trying to force an orgasm from herself.
"Shit! Shit! Piss! Fucking shit! Oh, god, let me come! Let me come! Let me come! Aggghhhh! Oh, please! OH, PLEASE!! "
Finally she threw all of her weight against the sofa and began to sob. Her crotch was a churning pit of desire, but still release would not come. She felt she was being tortured for some unknown crime.
Her tear-stained eyes drifted toward the window again just in time to see Alan being ushered into the Potter's mobile home. Audrey was wearing something so thin even Connie could see through it.
The horny bitch! Connie thought, if she wears him out before tomorrow night I'll cut her fucking throat!
Connie buried her face in the material of the sofa back and let the cucumber slowly slide out of her. Wearily, she picked it up, threw it into the trash bag, and fixed herself a drink.
She seldom drank in the daytime, but lately she found it increasingly necessary for her jangled nerves. Before she had swallowed her first belt of the straight bourbon, a thought crossed her mind.
She quickly looked through the telephone directory, found a number, and dialed.
"Mr. Potter's wire," an efficient female voice said.
"Mr. Potter, please," Connie said, her voice slightly shaky.
"Who's calling, please?"
"Mrs. Minor."
"One moment, Mrs. Minor."
She was put on hold. Jerry's office had a brisk, business-like sound that Connie liked. She knew Jerry was on his way up.
"Connie?"
"Yes. Look, Jerry, I'm sorry to call you at work, but-"
"That's all right. What's the matter? You sound nervous."
"I am! Look, Jerry, can you talk? "Just a minute."
She heard him cross the room and come back. She guessed he was peeking out of his office to see if his secretary could possibly be overhearing their conversation.
"Shoot away," he said when he returned. "I'm not bugged. At least, I don't think I am!"
"Okay, Jerry," Connie said, taking another drink from the glass of bourbon. "Then get this straight. You have to make up an excuse to come home late tonight. You have to meet me. A motel. Anywhere!"
"What?" His voice was full of shocked surprise.
"That's right, you fucking rapist! You're going to fuck my pussy tonight until I can't walk straight. Do you understand? You're going to fuck me until it's running down my fucking legs!"
Jerry whistled through his teeth.
"Do you have that straight, Jerry?" Connie said, her voice steadier now.
"You bet, lady!"
He gave her the address of a cocktail lounge where he would pick her up when he got off from work.
Audrey was straddling Alan in the small bedroom at the other end of the trailer. She hadn't wanted the boy's sweaty body to lie down on the sheets in the other room, and she didn't feel like waiting while he showered.
She was over him on all fours, and he was just lining up the head of his cock with her pussy lips when the telephone rang.
"Excuse me," Audrey said, crawling off. She walked quickly to the kitchen and took the wall phone.
"Hello?"
"Audrey? Jerry!"
"Hi!"
"Hi. Listen, my love, something's come up. You know the Lyons case I was telling you about?"
"Yes." Indeed she did. It was the first case that Jerry had been considered for of any real importance. She had encouraged him from the beginning to try to work his way in.
"Well, there's been some new information. If I can get around to a few peoples' houses tonight, I can really fatten the brief. I might even get to handle the whole thing.
Audrey's eyes danced with dollar signs. Any evening that Jerry came home late was a golden opportunity for her anyway.
"Not to worry, darling! Really."
Alan had walked out of the bedroom and slipped to his knees behind her. He buried his face between the woman's buttocks and sought out the drooping lips of her blonde pussy with his mouth.
"Aaaagghh!" Audrey moaned.
"Audrey?" Jerry's voice said, "is anything wrong?"
"OH, NO!" the woman almost shouted. She spread her thighs and let Alan's face shoot even deeper between her legs. "Just one of those damned cramps I get in my foot, darling."
"Oh," Jerry replied.
Alan spread her pussy lips and began to lick up and down the crack of her vagina in long, wet strokes.
"What--what time will you be home, darling?" Audrey asked, fighting to keep her voice under control.
"Probably midnight. I'll get a bite somewhere. Don't wait up for me."
"Right on," Audrey said, praying that he'd hang up quickly before she let out an uncontrollable gasp.
"Okay, then, my love, see you later."
"Ye--yes!" Audrey said, and quickly hung up the phone.
She turned around and grabbed the boy's head between her hands.
"You little prick!" she said smiling, "is that what Connie Minor taught you to do?"
Alan smiled back.
"That, and a lot more too." He had told the complete story now, and he felt rather proud that he had been able to boast of the encounter to another woman. Of course, she had forced him--
"Did Connie show you how to really eat out a snatch?"
The boy winked from his crouching position.
"My tongue just about drove her up the wall."
"SHOW ME!" Audrey cried, crushing his face into her bush.
His tongue shot out and buried itself deeply between the puffed blonde lips. He began to probe deeply in, causing her to jerk her hips out of control.
"Holy fuck!" she panted, while he began to attack her with a force no man had ever shown before. "Oh, shit, darling, yes! Eat me out soooo goood!"
The boy suddenly pulled his face away from her crotch and stood up. His face had a slightly mean look that made Audrey tingle all over.
"Not so fast, bitch!" he hissed at her. "You see this fucking cock of mine? You think I'm gonna jerk off like a pansy while I eat your pussy out? You better get that hole ready, lady!"
Audrey could have melted into the floor. The naked boy in front of her looked like an Adonis. She'd have sucked his toes, dirty though they were.
She put her arms around him and purred in his ear.
"And just which hole are you talking about, darling?"
Even in his role as aggressor, Alan was a little lost for words.
"Why--uh--your pussy!"
"Owwwww--" Audrey purred. "I thought maybe you were going to force that big thing of yours up my tender little backside."
Alan almost shuddered from excitement.
"Your--your backside?" he stammered.
"Yes, darling," Audrey said, grabbing his hand and shoving it roughly into the crack of her ass. "I thought maybe you were going to try to tear my little ass apart with the big club of yours!"
"I--I wasn't--" he started. "You weren't?" she said, pushing his hand even farther into her ass. He began to insert a finger, and she opened up, letting him know it was all right.
Finally, she pulled away from him.
"I guess," she said, "that little boys your age haven't had any experience in that department."
"Bulllll-shhhiiitttt!" Alan said, pulling his thick cock. "I fuck girls in the ass all the time."
Audrey smiled a dazzling smile at him.
"Well, then," she said, taking him around the shoulders and leading him back to the bedroom. "I won't feel a bit concerned about doing it with someone so experienced!"
Mr. Edward had just given a woman a permanent wave. His next appointment wasn't for three quarters of an hour, and he busied himself around his shop, getting a head start on the next onslaught.
He made sure that he had all the hair dyes, shampoos, conditioners and setting lotions he needed at his fingertips, checking his list of customers as he did so.
Hairdressing hadn't come easy to a man who had spent the first ten of his working years driving a truck. Most of the old bags who came to him assumed he was a pansy, anyway, and he couldn't have cared less. But it was difficult under his circumstances to approach a lot of the better-looking women who required his services. They were all married, all discreet. Except for a couple.
He reached down and gave his big balls a squeeze, remembering one especially neat little brunette he had shampooed that morning. He wished he could have jerked off in her hair. She would never have known the difference.
Just then the telephone rang. It was lunch time and he was alone. He lifted the receiver and kept his deep voice as high as he could manage.
"Mr. Edward's."
"Edward, this is Audrey Potter."
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Potter." His cock began to stiffen. Audrey Potter was one dame he'd have eaten out with a rusty shoehorn.
"Listen, Edward," Audrey said, "I've been coming to your shop for so long now that I feel we're old friends. I mean, you must know as much about my personal life as I do, the way we talk."
Mr. Edward laughed. A couple of the stories she told him had caused wet dreams.
"That's so true," he answered.
"And now I find I have a long, boring evening ahead, and not a thing planned. I wondered if you'd like to share some dinner with me."
Yes, he thought, you on a skewer!
"And I already shopped for steaks that I was planning to have."
"Sounds just wonderful," the man said, reaching down and giving his crotch another squeeze.
"Fine, then," Audrey said. He thought she sounded a little breathless. "Seven o'clock okay?"
"Seven's just fine."
She gave him the address and he jotted it down in his dainty little appointment book.