Chapter 6
Jacqui felt hot and tired, but in a good way. She lifted her face to the sun as she drove home, thinking of how she had spent the night-and all the morning. The ocean had been good for her, with all the hard, long cock she could take.
Licking her lips, Jacqui remembered the guy on roller blades, too. Sucking him off had been more fun than she'd ever had. Except maybe the lezzie fuck fest with Sandra. The thought of her lustful red-haired neighbor made her cream all over herself again. The blonde shifted uncomfortably on the car seat, then reached down and rubbed her snatch. If anything, the feel of her own fingers pressing into her clit and running up and down over her pussy lips made the longing worse.
Jacqui had never realized another woman could turn her on this much. Sandra had known all the right things to do, touching here and there, her tongue brushing over agitated pussy lips and then dipping deep into the passion well before licking back and tongue-fucking her tight ass-hole.
Jacqui shivered remembering the sexy time with Sandra.
She pulled into the driveway and saw Larry had left already. That was fine with her. She didn't want to deal with him, not right now. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do about him.
If they tried to talk, he'd get a hard-on and end up fucking her. Worst of all, she was too weak to resist. They'd end up in the sack, fucking their brains out. And afterward, she would hate herself for it. Larry simply wasn't that good.
"It's taken me long enough to find out I'll flop on my back for any cock," she grumbled. "The difference now is that I've found better cocks men."
The blonde chuckled as she went to the kitchen door. Her lovers didn't even have to be cocks men. Sandra might strap on a dildo and fuck her that way, but she didn't have the long, hot, hard erection that turned Jacqui on.
The redhead used other sexual lures.
She closed the door and jumped, startled by the doorbell ringing. Jacqui hurried through the house and opened the front door. A delivery man stood there with a big bouquet of flowers.
"Here you go," the man said. His eyes dragged over her body, as if he could see under the baggy sweats she wore. Before Jacqui could offer him more of a view, he was gone, leaving her with the flowers.
She fumbled open the tiny card and read it quickly.
"A secret admirer?" She put the flowers on the living room table, staring at them in amazement. Who sent them? She had not even given her name to the guys who had shown her the error of her ways-and shown her brand new roads.
The roller blading guy hardly seemed the sort. He wouldn't want anything to do with her now, because of the cop. The surfer dude might be romantic enough to send flowers, but Jacqui doubted it. He was more-likely to give her another hard-on. She licked her lips and almost tasted butter and popcorn, then decided it wasn't the guy she had seduced in the move theater, either.
"Who is it?" she wondered again. Larry wasn't the kind to send flowers, even if he thought there was anything wrong between them.
Jacqui glanced at the clock and saw it was getting late. She had spent the entire morning frolicking in the ocean, getting fucked like she'd never been before. Now it was almost six in the evening. She hastily changed from her dirty, torn sweats and rushed next door to talk with Sandra'.
Who else but Sandra might have sent her the flowers?
By the time she got outside, it was starting to get dark. She cut across the lawn and went to the back door. She started to knock when she heard passionate gasps and groans coming from inside the house.
Knowing she ought to turn and leave, but curious about what was going on, Jacqui edged around and peered in the screen door. Sandra lay on the kitchen table, her legs spread wide. Her husband Ken was on his knees by the table, his face buried in the redhead's crinkly furred muff.
"Ummmmm, your tongue, it's driving me crazy," Sandra said, writhing about. She reached up and tweaked her own nipples. Seeing her do this caused Jacqui's boobs to throb with need. Hardly knowing she did it, the blonde reached down and stroked over her own tits, feeling the hard nubs capping each mound of flesh until they were tight and hard and aching.
"Love the taste of pussy," mumbled Ken. He licked along the inside of his wife's thighs, then slowly worked back to lap along the furry slit opened so wantonly for him.
Jacqui wondered how long this would go on-and if she ought to join in. Then she stopped. She didn't think Sandra would mind, but what about Ken? He always seemed so uptight to her, even if he did eye her like he wanted to throw her on the floor and fuck her silly.
"I want more than your tongue," sobbed Sandra. "Fuck me. Stuff your prick in me and fuck!"
Ken stood, unfastened his belt and skinned out of his pants. As he kicked them free, he turned slightly and looked squarely at Jacqui. She froze like a deer in headlights. Then Ken grabbed his schlong and turned back to the cunt offered so freely to him.
He bent forward so his hips could lever in his pecker. Jacqui saw the mighty cock vanish between Sandra's nether lips. Then the labia lewdly parted and Ken pushed balls-deep into the juicy twat.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Sandra cried. "Now move, fuck me good. Burn me up with that boner!"
Ken braced himself on the table, bending over a little to get more leverage to slam into his wife's pussy with as much force as possible. Every inward thrust looked rough, but Sandra moaned and begged for more. Faster and faster, Ken fucked, the sucking sound of his cock racing in and out of creaming cunt reaching the spying blonde.
She closed her .eyes and leaned against the wall. Her own hand frigged her clit and moved into blonde-rimmed pussy. But a finger shoved into her twat wasn't what she needed. The lustful sounds coming cumming from inside turned her on in a big way. But she wasn't going to be able to sate her own passions.
Hornier than ever, Jacqui staggered away, leaving Sandra and her husband to their lusty fucking. How she wanted some of that action!
She sat in her car for a moment, then decided she needed to vent some of her frustration. She roared out of the drive and went directly to the ice arena. The hockey game was going to start in a few minutes. Jacqui always got a thrill watching the burly guys as they skated, reveled in their power, had fantasies about what it would be like having one of them slamming into her like they slammed into the walls and each other.
The arena was colder than she remembered, then she realized she hadn't brought even a sweater. The thin blouse she wore wasn't protection against the icy frost rising from the ice. Her nipples hardened and pressed pointedly against her blouse, attracting attention from some of the men sitting around her.
She looked them over. Any of them would do, but none approached her-and she certainly wasn't going to take a chance coming between a guy and his girlfriend or wife. They were out for an evening of watching a hockey game, not the kind of game she had in mind.
Then the sexy blonde had an idea. She saw the teams skating onto the ice from their locker rooms. The teams skated around, warming up even as Jacqui felt warmth of a different kind building in her loins. They were so strong and masterful. They skated with authority. She just knew any of them would fuck the same way.
The puck was dropped and the crowd went wild. Jacqui made her way down the row of seats, then went to the arena's lower levels. Wandering around a few minutes brought her to the home team's locker room. She took a deep breath, then went in. Since early morning she had gotten it on with jocks. This seemed a great way to finish the day.
Sunrise to sunset with roller bladers and surfers-and hockey players.
She went into the locker room and stopped, looking around. Jacqui wasn't sure what she was going to find. This seemed so dreary somehow for a professional team. Metal lockers, wood benches, the showers smelling of disinfectant.
She walked around, the cheers of the crowd in the arena distant. A click-click-click caused the lovely blonde to spin around and face a guy fully suited out in hockey pads. The clicking noise came from his skates against the concrete floor.
"What are you doing here?" the man demanded.
"What are you?" Jacqui countered. "You're the goalie. Aren't you supposed to be keeping the other team from scoring?"
"Thrown out for fighting. It wasn't my fault. He skated right into me and-" The goalie dropped his jersey and shucked off the heavy pads, standing naked to the waist. Jacqui eyed the ripple of his muscles and saw the scars.
"So many scars," she said, coming closer. Hesitantly, she reached out and ran her fingers along one that ran from his neck down across his chest.
"Skate blade," he said, smiling a little.
"What of this one?" She moved lower and lightly brushed along a pink scar just above his kidney protectors.
"The same."
"How far does it go?" Jacqui asked, her breath coming faster now. She pushed her hand down the front of his uniform and felt the heavy plastic cup protecting his balls. "So hard!"
"And getting uncomfortable," he said. "I'm getting a boner from all this."
"Why, we can't have that, can we?"
"Why not?" He unlaced the padded pants and skates and stood dressed only in the jock strap with its hard cup.
She traced the outline of the jock with her fingertips. She enjoyed watching the way the cup quivered and shook as his erection grew to painful proportions. Just when she was going to take pity on him and pull it free, he did it for her.
The blonde's eyes widened when she saw the size of his dong. It was eight inches long, but it was so thick she could hardly wrap her fingers around it.
"So big!" she cried, stroking up and down, watching the way it reacted.
"Suck me off and you can watch it shrink," he said. His strong fingers circled her head and pulled her face down to his groin. Jacqui went eagerly. Her ruby lips parted and took in the purpled tip of his cock. The big blue vein on the top pulsed and throbbed as she rubbed over it with her tongue. Then she clamped her lips fully around the end and went down slowly.
"You're like a vacuum cleaner," he moaned. "You can really give head! Don't stop, don't you dare stop!"
Slowly, slowly Jacqui went down even farther on the huge prick. Then she backed off, using her tongue to tease the underside. Her lips were straining to take the entire girth of his pecker into her mouth, but her tongue was able to touch all the right places. She knew from the way his cock hardened even more.
"It's gonna pop any second. Never felt a chick with a mouth like yours, and believe me, I've had groupies from here to Ontario and back."
"None of them as good," Jacqui said around the thick plug of pecker in her mouth. She stroked over his balls and felt the way they churned and bucked inside. A quick move took her away from the end of his cock and to those balls.
She sucked them entirely into her mouth and batted then around with her oral organ, then moved back before he could complain.
"I wanna face-fuck you," he gasped out. "I'm getting off too fast. I wanna cum in your mouth!"
The idea excited Jacqui. Her hot breath gusted through the tangle of his thick pubic hair as her nose neared and the cock slid into her mouth. Then she moved back to the tasty morsel of his cockhead.
Sucking harder and harder as she pulled back made her realize how close the goalie was to cumming. He groaned and then got his fingers behind her head again. This time, he jammed his hips forward, shoving his priek far into her face.
Jacqui knelt in front of the man's crotch and took every inch he gave her. She cradled his cock with her rough tongue, giving new stimulation with every thrust to her mouth. Her teeth lightly scored the sides of his cock and he pulled out.
And always she was sucking hard.
"Too much, your mouth's too much for me!"
Even as he cried out, she felt his pecker jerk hard and expand even more. Then came the hot, tasty deluge of his cum. She gobbled up the salty flood like she was dying of thirst and this was cool, clean water.
Harder and harder, he fucked into her eager mouth. And Jacqui could hardly keep up with the gallons of semen he spilled. Some trickled form her mouth and ran down her chin. But the goalie had been right. He face-fucked her a few minutes and then slowed as his cock turned into a limp worm and dribbled from her lips.
"You taste good," she said, rocking back on her heels and looking up at him. Smiling, she seductively licked the droplet of cum off her chin.
"What a tongue, what a mouth!" he exclaimed. He looked at his exhausted pecker and sighed. "It's going to be a few minutes before I get it up again."
"A few minutes? Yeah, sure," Jacqui said. "I need it hard, but it'll take longer than I can wait. I'd better get out of here."
"Don't go," the goalie urged. "Besides, he might have something to keep you busy until I'm ready."
Jacqui turned to see another hockey player coming into the locker room. From the expression on his face, the blonde thought he might be able to keep her busy all night long.
And that wouldn't be bad, not at all!