Chapter 1

Louise Summers was restless. She had been alone for four days, ever since her husband, Ray, had left for another sales trip. He was out of town three weeks of every month, and lately, Louise had been more and more unhappy about being left alone so much. It might have been different had Ray been a good lover, but he knew no more about fucking than your average teenager. Maybe less.

She made up her mind to get out of the house for the evening. She went to the phone and dialed her best girlfriend, Jeannie Springer. Louise had

not seen or talked to Jeannie for a couple of weeks. She would ask Jeannie to meet her for a drink that evening. She knew that Jeannie often went out without her husband.

When Jeannie answered the phone, Louise identified herself, but before she could say anything else, Jeannie interrupted her.

"Hold on dear. Scott is giving my clit a wonderful workout with his tongue and I'm about to cum. I'm sure you don't mind waiting just a few min-ooh, it's so good! Yes, Scott, baby, that's right, do it that way some more! Use your beautiful tongue, lover, lick it, lick it, lick it. Ooh, yes, here it cums! Don't stop, don't stop! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ooh, it's wonderful! So wonderful!"

Jeannie had the phone to her mouth, and Louise heard every word she said. Part of Louise's brain told her to hang up, but another part said to listen. She was mesmerized by the words and sounds. She had read about eating pussy, but Ray had never done that to her. With his silly attitude about sex, she doubted he ever would.

"Uh...Jeannie...I'll call you back later. I didn't mean to interrupt," Louise stammered.

"Don't hang up, dear. I can talk now." Jeannie chuckled. "Scott was giving me such a fantastic tongue job and the only thing on my mind was cumming. If Ray doesn't eat your pussy well, you should let Scott suck you off. When he gets his tongue on her clit, you'll go wild."

Louise was flabbergasted. "Uh, Jeannie, I, uh, called to see if we could get together for a drink tonight. I'm so lonesome and I need some company, but I guess you're, uh, you know, going to be busy, huh?"

"What a lovely thought, Louise. I'd love to have a drink with you. Why don't I pick you up? Is six okay? We can go to a nice club that Scott and I belong to. It's sort of formal, so wear a long dress, okay?"

"Oh, sure, if you're sure I'm not messing up your plans."

"Not at all, dear. See you."

It took Louise several minutes to sort out her feelings. Even while running her bath, she wasn't sure she would meet Jeannie. Not after what she'd heard and what Jeannie had said to her about Scott eating her pussy. Louise was rather shy, even with Jeannie, and they had been best friends for a long time. And marriage hadn't helped with her shyness. Her ideas about sex were still limited. She couldn't put her finger on why she felt she should not meet Jeannie, but the feeling persisted.

Louise had a general fear of handling sexual situations. Her limited experience at playing with her own pussy the night before hadn't changed anything. And now that she had heard what she had on the phone, her relationship with Jeannie suddenly had strong sexual overtones.

Louise soaked in the tub and thought back to what had happened four nights ago. Ray was leaving the next morning. As usual, he had wanted to have sex with her. She recalled the scene all too vividly.

Ray had said the same old tired things to her. "Loosen up, Louise! Fuck like you mean it. You're like a damned board. For God's sake, don't just lie there, get with the action! At least pretend that you like it!

Louise had said to herself, Why don't you do something to get me loose, you bastard! All you want to do is crawl on, pump a little, then squirt your juice in me. Then you're no good until the next day. But she was too timid to say them out loud.

She hadn't been ready to be fucked. She was too dry, because Ray hadn't properly stimulated her. It was the same old story for her, so she hadn't responded.

Ray had rolled on top of her and shoved his cock into her with a fierce lunge, taking her groan as a sign of pleasure. He had thrown her legs over his shoulders, held her buttocks up with her feet pointed at the ceiling, and fucked her ferociously.

Louise had tried to respond, but failed. It just wasn't right. All she could feel was the irritation with each brutal, piston-like thrust of her husband's rampaging cock. He started cumming moments after his cock penetrated her, pouring white, hot cream deep into her belly.

Then he had withdrawn his soft tool with a wet plop and rolled onto his back. "Maybe I should ream your asshole for you," he said. "That might make you more eager to fuck. I hear that's a real turn-on for women. How would you like that?"

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that," she replied hesitantly. "But you could use your mouth on me. I read that's nice. It might get me wet and hot for you. Then I could enjoy it more; be the way you want me to be."

"Like hell I will! That's perverted! Why should I lick a smelly twat? You can always come up with some crazy reason why you don't fuck worth a damn. If you were a real woman, you'd be ready when I am. There's no way you'll ever like to fuck until you get rid of those stupid ideas and learn to be a real woman!"

Louise had married Ray at twenty. In the five years since, she could remember having enjoyed sex only once. And that was in the first month, when Ray had been patient enough to take his time.

Since then, it had been a different story. He considered eating pussy disgusting, he didn't like to suck her nipples, and his kisses were quick little pecks. His idea of foreplay was to stick his finger in her pussy, wiggle it around a few times, then ram his cock into her.

Louise had tried to tell him how he could stimulate her, but he would respond that she should not believe all she read.

She was a virgin when she married. Ray knew the only place she could get any information was from books and stories in magazines. She had bought a couple of the tamer books she found in a bookstore. It had taken a lot of courage for her to buy them, and even more courage to show them to her husband. He had made fun of them, calling them half-assed efforts of some frustrated old maid who had never fucked a man. If he changed after seeing the books, it was for the worse. He was even faster than before, and Louise enjoyed it even less. The result was that she tried to avoid sex. She suspected Ray was fucking other women when he was away. She tried to avoid thinking of that and never asked him about it. If she didn't try to learn the truth, she wouldn't have to deal with it.

One of her books had a section on masturbation. Louise's childhood had been very strict, so she had never tried doing herself. She had always been told it would make her go crazy if she played with her "private parts." But that one enjoyable time with Ray had shown her how good an orgasm could feel, and she wanted more. If having an orgasm while fucking didn't make you go crazy, how could getting herself off be so bad?

Feeling very foolish, she had followed the directions in the book. She'd had to go out and buy some oil. She bought body oil, so no one would know what she was doing. The book talked about vibrators and dildos, but she didn't have the courage to buy either. She would have to use her fingers. The book said some women were stimulated by watching sex movies or looking at pictures, but neither was available to her. If she could find them, she was sure she would be too chicken to buy them.

So she would have to do everything the hard way. She undressed, lay on the bed, poured some oil over the lips of her pussy, and began running her finger up and down her slit the way the book said to do. She found her clitoris easily enough and began experimenting with different motions to learn which one made her feel the best.

Before she realized what was happening, her hips were moving up and down in the classic fucking motion, and she was beginning to pant. Her orgasm took her by surprise. It didn't last very long, but at least she knew she could make herself cum.

She had relaxed and thought about what she had just done. It felt good, and there was only the tiniest feeling of guilt. She wasn't ready to go out and announce to the world that she could get herself off, but she didn't feel ashamed either. Since there was no man handy to do it for her, she gave herself three more wonderful orgasms before falling asleep.