Chapter 3
During my junior year in college, I played the field. It wasn't as if I never heard anything about Cindy, because mutual friends saw her and told me she was well. But it just wasn't time for us to meet again, I knew. And I didn't have as many intense sexual experiences as I'd had even with Sharon. I preferred to delve into my books and records, to play some sports, and to go out with my buddies.
But after that break, it was back into sex in a big way. And that was literal, considering the woman who took up most of my senior year!
Her name was Marge, and I met her one night in one of the new topless bars. I was twenty-one then, and I could get into those places of sheltered, accentuated, almost dream-like sexual visions, as I found them to be. She was a few years older, but gorgeous, with a drop-dead figure.
Marge surely was a big woman, the same height as me. Her hair was brown and curly, and her figure as large and full as Cindy's and Sharon's had been small and slender. Her breasts were as big as theirs, but they looked more in place on her voluptuous, wide-hipped form. She was like a Botticelli Venus, and her white flesh absolutely exuded sex as she danced in nothing but a black G-string. Sharon had danced for me, but this woman was a pro!
"Hi, there," she purred when she finished her number and came down and sat at the bar beside me. I bought her a drink, which was how those places worked. "What's a young guy like you doing here? You're single, and you can get any girl you want. Topless bars are for middle-aged men, so that they can see and touch naked young women and then take it home to their wives without having affairs or getting divorced. That's the fantasy."
"Or maybe there's another kind, even for them," I replied mysteriously, thinking of the oedipal thing. I reached down and stroked her marble-like thigh.
"Whatever," Marge shrugged."
"At any rate, you're the type of guy a girl like me has on the outside instead. But you bought me a drink, so let me show you what I do for the customers."
At that, she moved her bar stool closer and draped one big, naked leg over mine. She hugged me, French-kissed me, breathed heavily into my ear and even stuck her tongue in it. Then, improbably, she made a purring sound again and licked my nose!
"That's quite something," I said, feeling a bit amused but also conscious of my manhood rising to full erection. "And what do they do to you?"
Playing my game, she didn't skip a beat. This woman had a mind, too. "Well, they hold my great big knockers in their hands and kiss them and lick them and suck my nipples. They stroke my back and my butt and my thighs and they tell me it feels like warm silk. Then they slip their hand inside my G-string and feel my fur and even down into my hot, slippery snatch!"
In the next few minutes, I did all of those things too. But, as my rod dripped and I got acquainted with Marge's prodigious body, I came to a further conclusion. Another nympho, and a big one at that! I really knew how to pick them. But maybe that was because I'd become such a promiscuous guy myself.
Then she interrupted my hands and my thoughts. "Enough is enough," she said. "If you want any more, you'll have to buy me another drink."
"I've got a better idea," I replied. "You said I was the type you'd have on the outside. Well, how about it?"
Marge considered, during which time she gave me a deep, highly suggestive, and obviously practiced look. "Okay, why not?" she finally laughed. "I get off work in two hours. Come back then!"
So I took her out for a late supper, then back to my place. She was a blue-collar girl from South Boston, and she was put off and at the same time impressed by my being a college senior. I could tell that she'd welcome the nicer things I might buy her and the classier treatment I might give her, but that was soon beside the point. Mainly, there was sex!
We'd already done the foreplay in the bar, and at dinner, so we got right down to business. She got naked again, and I did the same. Looking seriously and lustily into each other's eyes, we embraced. My rigid member slid between her legs, under her curly brown bush and along her hot, wet vulva. It was interestingly different to be holding a woman of exactly my height and size.
"Mmmmm," Marge purred once more. Her breasts, pressed upward and against me, were so high and round that I could lower my head and lick their smooth white flesh. I got my hands around her rear, squeezed it, and began thrusting with my rod. The feel of her naked body on mine was marvelous.
"Hey," she said after a while. "Enough dry-humping. Why don't we just go all the way and boink?" Her frank and earthy manner was wonderful.
"Suits me fine," I replied.
Staying glued together, we maneuvered over to my bed. She signaled that she wanted to ride me, so I lay back first. Straddling me on all fours, she went right ahead and eased her dripping wet quim back onto my throbbing rod. It was wild to have her big body over me.
Her sleeve wasn't as tight as Cindy's or Sharon's, but it was deep and hot. She seemed to have more juicy folds on the outside, and those and her soggy fur caressed my shaft and my balls as she took me to the hilt. Balling with Marge would be just fine.
Even more, though, there was her whole voluptuous form, now in marvelous motion. Young, but also looking older, she rocked back and forth, her heavy breasts swinging and her big nipples excitingly hard. It was warm in my room, too, and she began to work up a sweat. She even panted, with her tongue hanging out. Sometimes there was nothing better than a hot, slick, down-to-earth joining.
"Oh, yeah, woman!" I exclaimed. "Do it now. Do it right. Do it all. Make it happen!" Sometimes it was also good to know that the pleasure depended on the woman more than you.
"Oh, yeah, I'll do it," she bellowed in reply. "I'll take us where we want to go!"
Then Marge raised up and rode me that way. Now I could feel her generous bottom and her whole weight on my thighs when she came down on them. Again, she was as big as I was, and that was awesome. I could also look down and see her brown-furred quim as it moved squishily on my upright rod. Her big breasts bobbed freely for a while, after which she held them in her hands and plucked at her nipples with her fingers. Her gently-rounded belly tensed as she built steadily toward an orgasm.
"Oh, my!" she moaned throatily, looking shamelessly into my eyes. "I'm glad I met you, Jack-man. You've got a big dick, and you fuck real good."
"Thanks," I grinned. "But you're doing all the work, big gal!"
And she kept on doing it, until she went through a massive climax. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she jammed her pubes down and ground them onto me. Her inner muscles tightened, and she put out a flood of hot juice. Her smooth white flesh glistened with love sweat.
"Oh. Oh!" Marge went. "Oh. Oh. Ahhhhh!"
Then it was time for me to do some work after all. Raising up off me, Marge got on her hands and knees. I moved to my own knees behind her, knowing that she wanted me to do her from there. Soon I was back inside her hot, capacious hole.
Now I almost felt inadequate, because there was so much woman to pleasure. I ran my hands over her broad, slick back as I levered my rod into her as far as I could. Her generous rear and the backs of her thighs slapped sweatily on mine as I got into a fast rhythm. Her breasts hung weightily, her thick nipples pointing downward, and they swung back and forth and out to her sides. Sometimes quantity equaled quality, I decided. It was almost like banging two women, but I rose to the occasion.
"That's it. That's it," Marge grunted, looking lustily back over her shoulder. "Your cock's sliding right on my clit. You're giving me what I need!"
"Good," I replied. "Now come again. I want to come, too!"
And she did. Getting her snatch into incredible motion, not only rocking it back at me but also wiggling it and even rotating it, she brought herself off strongly. She fell down off her hands onto the bed and beat her fists on it. She took a corner of the pillow into her mouth and bit into it. When she came, this big young woman really let it all hang out, with an orgasm as massive as she was!
"Aargh!" she shouted this time. "Aaaargh!" Her cunt grew even sloppier with her juices.
At last it was my turn. It wasn't a sharp climax as it might have been in a tighter channel, but it was great all the same. It was sort of like coming in a wide, warm ocean, and it lasted for a long, happy time.
She didn't. "Oh. Oh, yeah, Jack," she purred. "Give me all your good hot stuff. Give it to me!"
"I will," I panted, as I pumped a major load. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I am!"
Then I pulled out, and we lay back beside each other, gasping and heaving. It was the most healthily down-to-earth session I'd ever had.
After sex, I'd found, was the best time to tell life stories, and that night was no exception. As I looked down along Marge's voluptuous, satisfied body, a couple of questions came to my mind.
"Why did you get into topless dancing?" I asked her. In the 1970s, it was a relatively new and bold thing.
"For the money, naturally," she laughed. "I've only got a high school education, and I can make twice as much dancing, for half the work, as I could doing anything else." She paused. "But I like it, too. I like to be naked and sexy in front of men who like to watch."
"But don't you feel exploited?" I went on. "Using your body that way?"
"Not at all," she replied. "Even if I did, doesn't everyone sell themselves? The girls in my old neighborhood are mostly waitresses and cleaning women, and the guys are day laborers. I'd rather be in the sex field!"
"But what will you do when you're too old to dance?" I asked.
Marge smiled. "Well, then I can be a waitress or a cleaning woman. In the meantime, I'll have made more money and enjoyed myself when I was young!"
She must have thought I was some sort of puritan, asking questions like that. But in truth, I'd only wanted to confirm what I'd guessed about her. Other young women might be uncomfortable dancing naked or might delude themselves that they were in show business. But Marge had no such hang-ups. She was a born exhibitionist, not to mention a raging but healthy nympho!
"One more thing about bodies," she broke in. "We have the wrong attitude about them if we separate them from our minds." She gave a little wiggle where she lay beside me. "I am my body, so I'm not 'using' it. When someone sees my body, they see me!"
So Marge wasn't to be pitied or looked down on just because she was a topless dancer. Maybe she was even to be envied, and at least she was honest.
I wasn't jealous of her, either, since Cindy had taught me not to be. But I was curious about her experience, so I asked her. And that led to a story that went a long way toward completing my own sexual education!
"You're one of a long line of men. Jack," she laughed. "From the way I made love, I hope you guessed. But I started pretty late, not until I was nineteen. And the one who broke me in was.. .my uncle Don!"
She practically had to catch me from rolling off the bed in shock. Her uncle! She'd made it with her uncle! My cock rose as I waited to hear more.
"It all started when my aunt died," Marge said. "My uncle took it hard, and he couldn't even cope with the basic household things. My own house was crowded, and my folks decided that I, as the oldest daughter, should go and live with him for a while.
"So I got things straightened out, but my uncle was still lonely. He did his job all right, but when he came home all he did was sleep or mope around. I was bold enough to suggest that he start dating again or at least go out with his buddies. But he sank deeper and deeper into depression.
"He was such a nice guy that I just had to do something, and I knew more and more what it had to be. He was handsome, too, still in his thirties, and I was feeling really attracted to him. At first, I tried to forget what I was thinking. But then I decided that it would be better than nothing at all.
"So one night, I hugged him when he came home. The next night I hugged him harder, pressing my young body against him. The night after that, he hugged me in return, running his hands over my back and my swelling ass.
'"Oh, Marge, what am I doing?' he said, snatching his hands away. T almost forgot who you were. I thought you were your aunt, come back to life.' He paused. 'But, oh god, it felt so good to hold a woman again.'
'"Don't worry, Uncle Don,' I replied. I took his hands in mine and put them back on me, even moving them around in front so that he could hold my bulging breasts. 'Since this is what you need, it isn't wrong. We know each other well, and we've got to do what comes naturally.'
"Nothing more happened just then. We kissed and cuddled for a while, and then we had dinner as usual. But when we sat and watched TV together, we kept looking deeply at each other. And when he went up to bed, I think we both knew what would follow.
"When his light was off, I took off my clothes and crept into his room. I put one knee on the edge of his bed, and I heard him sigh. Then I got in and straddled him, letting my heavy breasts caress his chest. He slept naked, and I felt his hard cock in my fur. I'd wondered if he could still perform in his depressed state. But I must have been the right cure, as I'd thought.
'"Oh, Marge,' he said. 'Are you sure?'
'"Yes I am,' I responded. 'And neither one of us should feel guilty anymore.'
"Then I lowered myself onto him, slowly and tenderly. I had two sensations: of losing my virginity, and of doing it with my uncle. But my cherry broke easily, and I don't think he even realized he was the first. And he was a perfect first lover because I did know him so well.
"Soon I was balling him as if I'd been doing it for ever. I rocked back and forth, taking all of his exciting length, letting it rub on my button and build me toward an orgasm. He reached up and held my breasts, thrilling to my smooth young flesh. And my mature-type size may have made me an ideal partner for someone his age.
"Now his depression was quickly forgotten. And I was thrilled to be having sex at last! Faster and faster I moved, as he levered his hips up at me. His body stiffened, and mine began to shudder with joy. I knew we were going to go all the way and come!
"Then I let loose. 'Oh god, Uncle Don!' I moaned. 'Oh. Oh, yes!' I fell down onto him as my orgasm shot through me and I felt him spurting up into my hot, wet cunt. 'God, Marge!' he shouted. 'You've brought me back to life! This can't be bad, because it feels so good.'
"After that, we went to sleep in each other's arms.
"The next morning I tried to feel ashamed of what had happened. But I just couldn't, and as an adult who'd even initiated it, I hadn't been ill used. Instead, I wanted more of what I'd felt. And so did he.
"So he called in sick to work, when he actually felt better than he had in ages. Then, in the daylight, we explored each other's body right, enjoying every naked inch. With a smile on his face at last, my uncle ran his sensitive hands over my breasts, tummy, rear, and thighs. He played with my pussy hair and moistening slit.
"In turn, I felt his muscles and his hard, throbbing cock. I fondled his balls and reached behind them to press the root of his member, which drove him wild.
"Then my Uncle Don fucked me again, laying me back on the rumpled bed. Where I had done it the night before, now he got on top of me. And it was even more exciting in the light of day, since we knew better we were uncle and niece. He thrust into me deeply, supporting himself on his elbows, using his long, thick rod to full advantage. He looked down between us to see my big breasts in motion and his cock going under my thick brown muff. No wonder he'd been so lonely, I thought. He was a great lover, and he and my late aunt must have had a fine sex life.
'"Oh, give it to me, Uncle Don!' I moaned, lifting my legs to give him full entry. 'Give it to me good. Give it to me hard!'
'"I will, Marge,' he responded. 'You're the best niece a guy ever had!'
"We rolled over and over on the bed, enjoying each other to the utmost. Now it was pure sex, no matter who we were or how it had started. We balled sideways and with me on top and with him on top again, losing ourselves in forbidden lust. We shuddered and came, with my cunt spasming around his cock and him shooting hot jets into me. But we didn't stop yet. He left it in until he was ready again, and we picked up right where we'd left off.
"Through the rest of that wonderful day, with only a couple of breaks for rest and food, we had our absolute fill of loving. I got a wonderful education in sex, and he got rid of all his grief and depression. If that wasn't good, what was? Finally, we'd had enough.
'"Well, Marge,' my uncle said that evening, as we lay there totally satisfied. 'That was marvelous. But I don't know where it's going to lead.'
'"Let's let that take care of itself,' I replied. reaching down and stroking his tool. 'In the meantime, let's just be lovers!'
"So we stayed together like that for almost a year, with my folks and the neighbors being none the wiser. If they'd only known that, behind the drawn shades, Uncle Don and his housekeeper niece were usually romping around naked! We explored every road of passion, and here's one of many examples.
"One night when he came home from work, I met him at the door wearing only a frilly apron. We hugged, and he felt up the exposed globes of my behind. Then he lifted my big breasts in his hands and sucked my nipples to hardness.
"He freed his hard cock, and we almost went into a standing thing right there. But I had other ideas. Going to my knees, I took his cockhead between my lips. I nibbled on it gently as he got harder and harder. Then, though I'd never done it before, I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, looking passionately up at him. He stroked my head as I began to bob it up and down.
'"Ohhh, Marge!' my uncle sighed. 'You're a natural at this. You're a natural at all sex!'
"'Mmmmm,' I hummed around his cock as I sucked it, wiggling my naked butt for good measure. 'Mmmmm. Mmmmm!'
"He let me work on him until he was about to come. Then, though, he urged me off him and to my feet. He lay down on the floor, with his manhood sticking straight up. He had me stand straddling his face, with my hands on my hips. I looked down at him, wondering what would happen next.
"T wanted to see you from this angle,' my forbidden lover explained. 'And you're amazing. Your body's so young, yet so big and powerful. I can look up along your legs and see all your brown hair and your wet pink slit. And I can see the undersides of your big, thrusting breasts.'
"Then he had me squat down until my cunt was at his mouth. He opened me with his fingers and began to lick my button. That was new to me, too, and it felt wonderful. It was an incredible thrill to have my own uncle licking my private parts.
"'Ohhh!' I moaned, throwing back my head and closing my eyes in ecstasy. I took my breasts in my hands and played with them, pulling at my sensitive nipples. 'Oh, yes, do that. Yes!'
"Now it was his turn to hum. 'Mmmmm!' he went, his mouth full of his nineteen-year-old niece's juicy quim!
"He kept eating me hungrily, reaching back and squeezing my buns as well. Pretty soon, I felt myself about to come. Then he stuck his tongue up inside me, and that did it. A major climax broke in my dripping pubes and spread all through me, making my full white flesh quiver. I lost my balance and dropped down onto his face, sitting on it for real.
'"Oh. Oh, damn!' I shouted. 'Oh. Ohhhhh!'
"I got off my Uncle Don as quickly as I could, so that he could breathe. I wanted him to come, too, and I was thinking about finishing the sucking I'd started, or else balling him. But as it turned out, he was taking care of that very well himself!
'"Sorry, Marge,' he laughed, as I followed his eyes down to where he was stroking his big hard member. T couldn't wait!'
"And a moment later, I watched him shoot jet after jet of white stuff into the air.
"So, Jack," Marge concluded, suddenly bringing me back to where she and I were lying in bed. "That was my first lover. After about a year, he told me he was back on his feet enough not to need a 'housekeeper,' and that I should move on to guys my own age. Since I hadn't been a willing pupil as much as his fellow explorer in sex, I told him he should find a more mature woman to replace his late wife."
Marge laughed. "We took each other's advice. And, needless to say, this time the partners we found weren't in the family!"
After I'd heard her story, I didn't know what to say. All I could think was that I'd asked for it! She'd done some consoling as Sharon and I had, but in her case it had been a little different.
She'd blown my mind, but apparently the whole affair had been good for her because her head had been on straight. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it, I decided. Different strokes for different folks, as they say. I only wished I could achieve such a totally liberated attitude, but at least I was well on my way!
Marge had, however, strongly turned me on. "C'mon," I said, reaching out for her curvy form. "We have to take care of a little business."
"What business is that?" she teased, writhing sexily under my hands.
"You know very well," I laughed, gesturing at my upstanding manhood.
"Oh, that," she replied, giving me a wonderfully wanton smile. "But that's not little at all!"
Then she shifted down on the bed and got her sensuous mouth on me. And all the time she blew me, I thought of her uncle and her.
Marge and I continued our torrid affair throughout my senior year in college. She kept dancing at the topless bar, and every so often I'd stop in to watch. I wasn't jealous when I saw the older men pawing her, because I knew she was happy fulfilling something that was as old as life. Besides, I could gloat over the fact that when she got off work, it was me she'd be sucking!
We had good times in Boston, too, out of the sack. When spring came, we went to baseball games and to the beaches of Cape Cod. But we knew that our time together would end with my graduation. We were headed in different directions, and to try to combine them would spoil what had attracted us in the first place.
I had also told her about Cindy, about my "search" for her. So the stage had unconsciously been set for what happened next.
It was graduation day, a sunny, perfect one in June. Hundreds of folding chairs had been set up on the college lawn under the trees, and colorful banners floated in the air. My folks and even Marge were there when I walked across the stage in my cap and gown. What would I find in the rest of my life? I wondered.
And when would I see my dark lady again?
It was a vision, I thought, as I looked out over the audience. But no, it was real! She was real, and she was there. Standing in front of a red brick building, wearing the same white dress she'd had on when we first met, she was smiling and waving at me.
"Cindy!" I shouted, as soon as the program ended and I could get loose from my folks and Marge. "Cindy!"
Then I ran. Through the crowd, with my cap sailing off and my gown flapping, I ran to my fated lover. And soon she was in my arms, her breasts against my chest and her sweet lips on mine again.