Chapter 5
I had first met Cindy in the fall of 1975, and soon it was the fall of 1978. I'd been in ROTC in college, so now I found myself as an Army second lieutenant at a post in the middle of Texas. There wasn't much to do in the peacetime military, and the surrounding countryside was nothing but dust and sagebrush. In short, I became bored and horny as hell!
When we were so frustrated that we couldn't stand it anymore, three other officers and I rented a car and drove to Mexico. South of the border, we found a town that grew more exotic with each block. First, there were the normal tourist shops. Next, there were such things as tax-free liquor and Havana cigars. But the third block, in dive after seedy dive, contained the hookers!
My buddies and I settled into one of the bars, where, after ordering a round of tequila, we were joined by four dark young women. My partner-to-be pulled up a chair, facing me. She was wearing only a short black slip, but even that didn't cover her for long. With a boldness that made even Cindy look shy, she pulled it down off her breasts and up off her pussy and her behind. Her breasts were heavy and round, her rear Was wide but firm, and she had a lush black patch of fur between her smooth brown legs.
"Hi, handsome," she said, in a thick Spanish accent. "I'm Maria."
Then she took my hand and placed it firmly in her crotch. "And this," she concluded, "is Maria's cunt!"
Men often dreamed of such a forthright woman, but really meeting her was something else. Even for a hooker, she was uninhibited. Leave it to me to find a nympho wherever I went! As I stroked her wet pussy she stared down past her naked breasts with an expression of smoldering lust. I was both refreshed and a bit put off by her approach. But she didn't allow me any such second thoughts.
"Oh, just go ahead," Maria told me. "Don't only feel me up. Stick your finger in and get it all sticky and wet."
And, when I was still slow to act, she did that for me, too!
Then she went right for my cock. Unhooking my belt and unzipping my fly with a hand so practiced that she did it faster than I usually did, she freed my instantly hard manhood. I was so long that when she pulled her chair a little closer, my tip nestled in her soft, dark fur.
"Oooh, what a big man," the Mexican hooker purred, stroking me up and down. "I could get this off in a minute."
She laughed huskily. "But if you give me some money, I could also take my time."
After not having had a woman for months, slower was the way I wanted it. So, leaving my buddies with their own play-for-pay partners, I let her lead me to a small back room.
Maria had me sit down on a cot, and she dropped her black slip. Her smooth brown skin and her naked curves were stunning. But even her swelling, hard-nippled breasts were soon overlooked by me. It would be an affair of hot loins only, in that sultry border town.
She knelt at my feet, rolled a rubber onto my rod, and took it right into her mouth, gazing lasciviously upward. Her thick lips and her busy tongue worked wonders on my rigid length as she sucked me strongly. In a particularly fine move, she stuck her tongue way out and flicked it on my root.
I'd never known a woman to love cock so well! It was as if she were feasting on the most delicious dish in the world. Faster and faster she moved on me, until her dark hair was shaking. You never knew what you'd find when you went in search of sex!
Then Maria let me out for moment and took a gulp of the cold drink she'd brought into the room with her. When she got me in her mouth again, it was full of ice cubes!
"Oh. Oh!" I exclaimed. "That's an incredible sensation. Ah!" She sucked me more, until everything was hot again.
Before I came, though, she came off me.
"You want to fuck me, too," she said. "You want to do more than get blown."
I certainly did. So I gave her some more money, stood up, and let her get on the cot instead. And that led to an experience I'd never forget.
There she was, on her hands and knees, with her wide rear raised and her whole crotch shamelessly exposed. It had so many brown folds, so much dark fur, so much slick juice that it was almost overwhelming. But sex was a down-to-earth thing-although this might have been as earthy as it should get! At any rate, I was hypnotized by the sight of her, and my cock was so hard that it ached.
I was ready, also, to do what Cindy had done with her professor friend. And that was exactly what Maria was inviting.
"Get it wet in my cunt," she instructed, looking wantonly over her shoulder and wiggling her tail like a primitive being. "Then go ahead and put it where it's tight!"
I did as she said, and a moment later I was in a hot, exotic place. Talk about being in a foreign country; this was far better than Mexico itself! I didn't even move, but I was moved in a sharp and savage kind of way. I felt as though I were being carried back to ancient times and ancient peoples, before the puritanical Europeans arrived.
And my partner did the moving for me. Wiggling, lunging, even constricting her opening in a way that drove me wild, she brought me off unbelievably strongly. In a minute I was gasping, straining, and pumping my urgent seed.
"Aagh. Aagh. Ahhhh!" I grunted, as I came and came and came. I didn't want to think it, but it was a better orgasm than I'd had even with Cindy. It drained me totally, seeming to take the blood from my body. My rod was held prisoner and almost drawn inside. "Ahhh!" I went. 'Ahhhhh!"
At last I withdrew. And that Mexican hooker, who was now much more than that to me, turned and guessed my thoughts.
"I'm the best you ever had, right?" she asked, giving me an absolutely natural smile. "Better than the one you love?"
Although I hesitated to admit it, I nodded. But then she made it all right again.
"Of course I am," she laughed. "But that's because it was instant, one time, and purely physical. And in the long run, you need more than that."
I had completed my education, but I was still learning. And that, as they say, was what really counted!
Maria donned her black slip and went out to the bar to find another man. I rejoined my buddies, who had found their own release, and we made the hot drive back to the Army post. In the days ahead, our duties didn't seem so boring and the Texas landscape didn't look so barren. It was great how the world could seem so much better with sex!
But one Friday night, I began an affair that did involve a lot more than a sudden and exotic coupling. And it was just as slow to develop as the other had been sudden. In fact, I found myself becoming Jack the seducer, in spite of all the free sex I'd had.
Maybe trying to recapture my Boston days, I went into a nearby town and bought a ticket to a college football game. It was great to be drinking cheap beer, eating a hot dog, and even cheering for a team I didn't know. The lights were bright, the sky above was dark, and the fall air felt good. I was tanned and fit in my civilian clothes, and I realized that the only thing I needed to make it perfect was a woman.
And women there were! Besides those in the stands, the cheerleading squad was a very pretty bunch. They wore brief blue outfits that showed a lot of cleavage above and a lot of thigh, and more, below. When they did flips and cartwheels, there was little left to the imagination.
All of them were attractive, but one really stood out. She was tall, blonde, and creamy-skinned, with a face that could have been on a magazine cover and a body that could have been in a centerfold. She had perfect features, including a faultless complexion, big blue eyes, and a wide, expressive mouth. And her body, with her graceful arms, high round breasts, trim waist, luscious rear, and smooth, shapely legs, was the kind that any man would dream of making love with. In short, she was a goddess from the word go!
I was sure that she had plenty of boyfriends, and just as sure that someone would soon discover her and take her off to Hollywood or New York. But for now, she was still available to me. And where a few years before I might have been shy, knowing Cindy had made me bold.
"Go for her, Jack," I seemed to hear my dark-haired lover say to me from the night sky above. "I would, myself! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You only go around once in life. And, to add one more line, the worst she can do is say no!"
So, after the game, I went down to the sidelines. The blonde goddess was surrounded by other guys, but I pushed my way through. I got the attention of those big blue eyes, and I made my pitch.
"Go out with me. Now," I grinned.
She studied me. "Why on earth should I do that?" she replied in a Texas accent.
But I rose to the occasion, as my manhood already had.
"Because I'm just an absolutely great guy," I concluded. And it did the trick!
Her name was Lynn. She threw a jacket over her revealing uniform, and we walked away past the disappointed stares of the other guys. As we went on through the sleepy little town, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Being with an undeniably perfect woman did that to you.
Lynn was nineteen to my twenty-two, but still I was in awe of her. She was about my height, too, though smaller-boned than my lover Marge had been; my, they grew them big in the Lone Star State! From her facial beauty to her perfect, jiggling breasts to her gorgeous hips to her endless legs still bare below her jacket, she was every red-blooded American male's dream, or walking wet dream! Cindy and Sharon had been small and big-breasted, and Marge had been big, but they hadn't been Lynn's kind of Marilyn Monroe ideal.
As we talked and got to know each other better, I realized that she and I would never be permanent. But if it happened and while it lasted, it would be an absolutely memorable time. In fact, if she made it as big as I thought she would, I could say I had once balled a star.
But I didn't come easy. Although we hit it off well at the old-fashioned diner where I took her, there wasn't to be any more that night. She finished her food, drained her drink, and wiped her beautiful mouth.
"Well," my dream girl drawled. "Time for me to be getting along."
"Let me walk you home," I said, and she did give me that. Again we were walking the night streets, and I was feeling like the luckiest man alive.
"Let me kiss you good night," I said at her door at the college dorm, and she gave me that, too. For the first time I tasted the nectar of her lips.
But then she went in. And I was left to go back to the post with my heart, and my hard-on, in agonized suspense.
I was in the Army, after all, and the next days were like a military campaign. I phoned her every day, but I was rewarded with only one date. And that date was exquisite agony, indeed. Lynn took me out to an artificial lake, where she swam wearing a tiny white bikini. If she'd been exposed in her cheerleader's uniform, there ought to have been a law against her baring that much more of her faultless flesh and her mouthwatering curves. Damn, I could even see her hard red nipples and her yellow bush through the thin cloth. And there should have been a bigger law against her showing me that, then leaving me unfulfilled.
I had to make it with her; I just had to. My life and my manhood depended on it! As I lay awake every night in my bachelor officer's quarters, I wracked my brain figuring out how to win her.
Then suddenly, I had it. And the next time she agreed to go out with me, I put my plan into action.
"You know I worship you," I told her. I had at least, at last talked my way into her room, so there was a possibility of our making it.
Lynn looked interested. "That's sweet, Jack," she said, giving me a million-dollar smile.
"And you know, there's no one else in the world just like you," I went on.
She looked more interested. "That's even sweeter," she replied. We were sitting on the bed, she in a short white dress, and she moved a little closer.
"And I want to worship you by giving you all the pleasure you deserve," I concluded. "Because nothing is too good for someone as unique as you are!"
That did it. It might have been a line, but it worked. I felt a bit guilty, but that was how the game was played. It was as old as men and women themselves, so who was I to argue?
Because she suddenly came into my arms. Totally letting go, she gave me her beautiful face, her wide lips, and for the first time, her tongue. She put her whole body into her kiss as well. Her graceful arms went around my neck, her perfect breasts pressed my chest, and she let me run my hands over her arching back and her curvy rear.
I was in heaven. And I was in an even higher level of it when she didn't stop my hand going up her faultless thigh, to at last cup her warm, moist crotch.
To be honest, I'd wondered how I'd perform with Lynn because she was so perfect. But things, or my thing, were just fine down below. The longer we kissed, the longer and harder I got. So I ventured to take her hand and put it on my erection. And she didn't take it away.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "That's nice."
Completely emboldened now, I went on to free my cock from my pants. She hesitated for a moment, but then she began to stroke it. In turn, I pushed her panties aside and played with her soft, humid fur. Going even farther, I ran my middle finger along her hot, slick slit. She tightened her legs, but only to hold me where I was.
"Mmmmm," she purred more loudly. "That's very nice."
I could hardly believe it. It was going to happen. She was going to go all the way. My long campaign had paid off, and I'd taken the fortress. We were going to make it tonight!
The rest of the time was like a dream, but it was wonderfully real as well. As we lay back on the bed, I worked Lynn's dress all the way up, then off, after which I took off her panties and bra. Now I could see the entire, naked sweep of her young body, and she was perfectly fantastic.
I spent a lot of time on her high round breasts, studying them, mouthing their milky white flesh and sucking at her hard red nipples. I stroked her flat tummy and the exciting curve of her waist, then reached around and grasped the firm twin globes of her behind. Running my hand over her long, silky thighs, I brought it up to hold her pussy again. That part of her, with its downy yellow hair and its wet pink lips, was just as beautiful as her face!
And that was how I began to love her, by worshipping her as I'd said. After getting out of my own clothes, I slipped to the floor and knelt between her legs as she moved to the edge of the mattress. As she took hold of my head, I borrowed my face into her, nuzzling her love nest, kissing her sweet labia, and finding her clit. Then, pressing my hands on her thighs, I alternated between sucking her button and plunging my hard tongue well up into her hot, juicing hole.
"Ohhh. Oh, Jack!" she squealed from above me, in a breathless way that would have done Marilyn Monroe herself proud. "Oh, eat me. Oh, yesss!"
"I'll please you," I said, taking my mouth away for a moment and looking up along her almost too perfect form. "I'll give you everything you want!"
I did, too. More and more avidly I ate her, filling my lips with her tender folds and sucking her delicious juices. It was as though I were trying to take in her whole marvelous body through my mouth. My rod was huge and achingly hard just from the thrill of my giving her head, but I didn't think about that. This first time was to be for Lynn alone.
"Oh. Ohhh!" she shrieked more urgently, undulating her hips and pushing her beautiful pussy at me. I could tell that she was about to come.
"Ohhh!" Then she did come, and in a way that was as ideal as she was. Her orgasm was a model of its kind, sending sexual electricity through her and to my busy lips. As I looked up along her nude body, I saw her round breasts quiver and her blonde head tilt back in ecstasy. Then she raised her arms and held her head, which threw her curves into incredible relief. After a long, wonderful time, she relaxed into whimpers and sighs.
I had pleased the goddess. I had made the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen come!
I took my mouth away and moved up beside her. She lay with one hand still over her head and the other playing idly with her damp pubic hair. Being sexually satisfied only made her more perfect. I'd never viewed anything like her, even in a painting or a statue.
"Well," Lynn sighed dreamily. "You got me naked, and you made me come. I guess now you'll want to fuck me."
"Yes," I replied, feeling it was the ultimate understatement. "Yes, I do!"
"All right," she said, looking at my throbbing rod and sleepily stretching out her hands to me. "Come on!"
I moved gently up over her, and the next moment I was in paradise. Inspired by her lovely face and by her big blue eyes looking directly into mine, I slid my manhood between her legs. And she was just as ideal inside as she was out!
Her deep, silky cunt fit me like a glove. Her labia gripped my thrusting shaft and stroked its sensitive length wonderfully. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around me, opening herself completely and drawing me to her.
It had been going to happen, and now it really was. I was boffing the most beautiful woman in the world! There in that sleepy Texas town, I'd found as much perfection as I ever would. And, making it a point to look down between us as we moved together, I enjoyed every wonderful minute of it.
Her upright breasts shook, her smooth tummy tensed, and her downy mound bucked up at me. Her warm, soft hands stroked my back, making me feel marvelous. I even watched my member going into her, as if to prove to myself that it was actually doing so. But it was.
And again, invisibly, there was the feel of her cunt. It was so hot, slick, and form-fitting that it drove my rod crazy. Every nerve ending of my thrusting shaft was on full alert, ready for the next motion to make it explode.
Lynn stiffened, gritted her pearly teeth, and came once more. She dug her fingers into my back, lifted her luscious rear from the bed, and let herself go. I could even feel her world-class snatch contracting around my cock and juicing more freely. She was a bit of a cold blonde goddess, but I'd warmed her up very well. It had taken awhile to bed her, but it had been well worth the wait.
"Ahhh. Ahhh!" she sighed into my ear, her breath coming like the sweetest breeze on earth. "Ahhh, Jack. Ahhhhh!"
That was my signal to let go, too. And when I did, it was with all the power I'd built up ever since I first saw her. There might have been a drop of my stuff for every time I'd thought of her high round breasts, her luscious buns, or her long, classy legs. It was like a dam bursting.
"Aagh. Aagh. Ohhh!" I shouted as I came. "Oh, this is a big one. Oh boy. Ahhhhh!"
Then I pumped enough hot white sperm for three normal loads. And I lunged my rod up inside her, possibly farther than she'd ever felt one go before.
I felt inexpressibly great. Inspired by that goddess, for once in my life I was as perfect as she.
I slid my manhood out slowly, inch by delicious inch. When we sat up on the bed again, there in her Texas room, Lynn looked genuinely impressed.
"You really get into it, don't you?" she purred. Her creamy skin was flushed, and her blonde hair was tousled in an alluring, post-sex way.
"Yes, I do," I laughed. "And now I want to get into it one more time."
She looked surprised, but she stayed game. For my part, I wondered if I'd made a promise I couldn't keep. My cock had gone through such a crashing release that it was limp between my legs.
But I gave it a try. And I did it in a way that would bring me up again if anything would.
As a change of pace from my enjoying her frontal beauty, I urged Lynn up on her elbows and knees. She knew I wasn't after her back door, so she complied. I just wanted to see her in a more down to earth position. And she was just as arousing as I'd thought.
Her breasts hung like geometric cones, her silky back arched gracefully, and the globes of her rear were like twin moons. Even more, though, there was her yellow-haired slit, pink, wet and gaping open. I got behind her and gave her a few licks, as I'd done when she sat on the edge of the bed.
But my cock was hard enough now, and I put it into her once more. Rising to my knees, holding onto her trim waist and moving my thighs toward the backs of hers, I got in position. I rubbed my cockhead over her other opening, giving her a little taste of that, and then I plunged into her love hole. I began thrusting, and with each one, my cock grew longer and stiffer, probing again for the end of her wonderful tunnel.
We got into a fine rhythm, her breasts bobbing under her and her blonde hair hanging and swinging. Her silky back arched and her sweet butt wriggled as I put it to her.
"Oooh, that feels so good!" Lynn sighed as I did her. "You're a real man, Jack."
"Thanks," I panted. "I do worship you, like I said. But for real men, the best way to worship is to fuck!"
We went at it more and more hotly, our bodies growing slick with sweat and our thighs slapping loudly together. An exotic perfume rose from that all-American blonde as she got down with me. I squeezed her buns and rubbed my hands over them. That made her wiggle even more.
"Oh. Ohhh!" she gasped, as my rod rubbed right on her clit. "Ohhh, it's getting me so hot."
"That's good," I responded, as she became more and more like Maria, even rotating herself on me. "With sex, you can feel any way you want."
Then we came at the same time, bucking and heaving. Her loins spasmed around my rigid manhood, and I lunged even more deeply into her. Even though I'd just had one, my climax was very strong. It made my head pound, my toes curl, and my spine go stiff with ecstasy. For her part, she shuddered all over, really going through changes.
"Oh, yeah!" we shouted as we took the roller coaster ride together. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah!"
And, for another change of pace, I pulled out my jerking cock and let my stuff spurt onto Lynn's delicious pubes.
We lay back on the bed again, knowing that this time we were done. Our clothes lay strewn on the floor, the room reeked of sex. Looking at each other, we realized that we appeared more and more exhausted after each round.
"You and I could wear ourselves out this way," I laughed. "We could ball ourselves into a rest home."
"Yes," my partner replied with a winning smile; I still couldn't believe how beautiful she was. "It's strong with you, Jack, maybe the strongest I've ever had. And maybe that's why I resisted for so long.
Not only to build up the effect of when it finally happened, but because I was a little bit afraid of it."
"I was a little afraid of you, too," I admitted. "Your beauty and all. Though neither of us really had to be, did we?"
"No," she purred, snuggling up to me. "But I did wonder why you wanted to do it so many times."
I grinned. "That was because, when you finally let me into your panties, I was afraid you wouldn't let me in there again!"
But she did let me, time after time. We did it every which way we could, discovering new positions that pleased us wildly. It was even better to be assuming them with someone who could have been the model for the ultimate photographic guide to sex.
I spent so much time away from my Army duties that my commanding officer spoke to me about it. But I couldn't think of much else except being on top of my luscious blonde; beside her, behind her, under her, or with my head between her creamy, dreamy thighs. Throughout the windy, often icy Texas winter, we kept each other warm, not to mention hot!
There was no future to our affair, we knew. She had to finish college, and I was at the Army's disposal. Besides, I was more or less an average joe, and I knew she was headed for bigger things. When she was a Cindy Crawford or the next Marilyn Monroe, I could say I knew her when.
Still, our parting came as a shock when it happened. "I'm being transferred to California," I had to tell Lynn one night. "The country's a lot prettier than around here, but there's one pretty thing that won't be in it. You've made this place a paradise for me."
"Well, thank you, kind sir," she drawled, though she brushed a tear away. "I'll miss you, Jack. You've been a great lover, and I've been lucky to have you."
"Oh, no," I replied, surveying her marvelous form. "If anyone's been lucky, you're looking at him!"
Then we made love one last time, with me lying back and her riding me. It was like a fantasy come true to see her tight thighs, her flat tummy, her round breasts, and her passionate face as she moved her magic cunt up and down on my happy tool. She leaned forward and let her blonde hair tent over my face, putting us in a wonderful, sexual world all our own.
I tried to fix not only her looks, but also the feel of her pussy in my mind forever, as I had with the other women I'd known. If I was a great lover, as Lynn had said, then they had made me one.
Before I came, however, she raised off me and moved lower on the bed. Coming up between my legs and giving me a perfect smile, she took my rod between her wide lips and her white teeth, sucking it deeply into her mouth. It was very arousing to see her cover girl face addressing my most private part, and its outline inside her smooth white cheek.
And when I did climax, long and strong, her blue eyes showed her delight as well. If any proof was needed, she accepted every one of my hot spurts and swallowed them down.
Yes, the women I'd been with had made me a lover, a man to whom sex, rightly, was the deepest and most serious part of life. And none had done it more than Cindy. She'd given me the confidence to approach someone like Lynn, and I knew she'd even looked on and helped as I tried to win her. In the end, I'd done both of us proud.
Cindy. I was going to California, and the company she worked for, the one for which she traveled all over the country, had its home base there. Should I look up my dark-haired lady? Or should the next time we met again be by fate, not by plan?
So I packed up my duffel bag, and my blonde Texas sweetheart saw me off at the bus station. There, I was in for a final delight as my fellow soldiers couldn't believe I was kissing someone as beautiful as she.
But life was an adventure, and if you went about it right, you'd be surprised by the great things that came your way. Even more, you'd be surprised by the great ways you came!