Chapter 2
The second time Bob Marr glanced over at Serena Gill, he found himself looking straight into her eyes. She pursed her lips and poked out the tip of her tongue, an unmistakably seductive gesture, and instead of politely turning away, Bob replied in kind.
What the hell am I doing ? he thought. / have a wife at home, and she.... There was a wedding ring on her left hand. He told himself that he would gently but firmly turn her down.
Serena said, "Are you busy after class? I have a couple of hours before...you know." She shrugged and flashed him a naughty grin.
Half-whispering and turning to make sure that they were alone in the classroom, he heard himself reply, "Your husband gets home, right?"
She bit her lower lip and looked down at her feet, the picture of guilt revealed. Bob continued, "My wife's supposed to pick me up, but that's not for about two hours."
"I have keys to a friend's place," Serena said, slowly and deliberately drawing her tongue around her lips.
Before Bob could reply, the other students
filed back into the room. The instructor followed them and the class resumed. It took all of his will power to concentrate on the lesson, and he managed to keep his mind off the fact that a woman he'd secretly desired for weeks was inviting him for some quick sex.
It was hard for him to understand his attraction to the woman. She was so different from Tina, small and slender, with breasts so small, he could barely make out their shape. Still, she radiated sensuality, and he'd seen more than one student try to talk to her.
She remained aloof to all except him, though. It seemed like an eternity had passed before the instructor announced the end of that night's class, and Bob was prepared to decline her offer. Then Serena stepped up to him, looking straight up into his eyes.
That was another thing. To look at him like that, the five-foot-ten-inch Tina merely had to tilt her head a fraction. Serena all but bent her neck backwards, and Bob realized then how much smaller a woman she was.
"So, you coming?"
It was like someone else was talking when Bob heard himself say, "Yeah. Let's go now."
He could hear the lust in her voice as she replied, "Don't walk too close. We're downtown."
The only part of the area that would be busy would be the downtown area, where their school was located. Bob understood immediately. He hung back in the school building lobby until she
was almost out of sight, then he followed. No one passing by could have any idea that they were going to get together.
Serena turned down a corner. Bob hung back for a moment, then quickly followed. Another turn, then Serena stopped in front of an apartment building and stopped.
"We're okay over here," she said as Bob came up to her. "Let's just go inside."
The apartment was on the first floor. No other tenants were arriving or leaving, and they got to Serena's friend's apartment completely unobserved. They were trembling with lust as Serena unlocked the door, and as soon as Bob stepped in, she slammed it shut behind them.
"I didn't know what to do to get you," she growled, then threw her arms around him.
The feel of her, of her lean, hot body, sent Bob's lust into overdrive. Their mouths locked, and he thrust his tongue between her parted teeth as he shoved his hands under her suit jacket to clutch her breasts through her blouse. She moaned into his mouth, running her hands roughly down his back to squeeze his butt through his slacks.
Grateful more than ever for his regular workout routine, Bob pulled his tongue back, kissed her lips hard, then stepped back to pull off his shirt. Although his muscles didn't bulge like those of a professional bodybuilder, they were quite prominent and Serena's lusts boiled over.
"Now I can't stand wearing clothes around you," Serena rasped, her fingers scurrying down
the front of her blouse. She yanked it open, revealing a white cotton bralike garment over her torso. As Bob thought, her breasts were quite small and didn't need support.
She turned halfway around as she eased the shoulder straps down, then shook her hips as she slowly and sensuously lifted the undergarment over her head. Tossing it aside, she turned sharply around and threw her shoulders back. Bob's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at the small, brown-nippled wonder of her breasts.
They were nearly flat, two round, white circles sloping gradually to a lean peak. Her long nipples extended, and Bob's hands shook as he undid his belt. "Your tits are so fucking incredible," he said, his voice deepening. It occurred to him that it had been months since he'd spoken to Tina that way, then a bare-breasted Serena, her skirt heating up her irresistibly erotic appearance, charged over and knocked his hands away from his crotch.
"I gotta see your prick," she rumbled, a feline growl stealing into the normally soft tone of her voice. With a snap of her wrists, she yanked his pants down and clutched at the bulge his cock and balls made in his briefs.
His cock twitched, and she could tell that he was already half-hard. Trembling with lust, Bob seized her hips and ducked his head down, closing his mouth over a small, stiff-nippled breast. Her nipple felt hard against her tongue, and he could feel her shudder as he closed his lips over
the long, brown tit. A rustle of cloth made him look down to see her skirt slide down her slender legs, and he released her tit from his mouth to gaze at the wiry brown hairs sticking out of the lace of her panties.
Serena grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. His fully erect prick sprang up, rising above his tightened ball sac. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her thin fingers around the base, took a firm grip, then planted a hard kiss on the head.
Bob bent over and clutched her shoulders. She looked up at him and winked, sticking out her tongue and curling the wet, pink tip into a point. She made as if to stick his hard-on in her mouth, then she jabbed her curled-up tongue at the tiny slit in the head. Bob howled, squeezing her shoulders tightly and swinging his ass around.
Serena drew back her tongue and dabbed at the underside of his cockhead. "Bet you didn't know that one," she giggled, forming an "O" with her lips.
"Ah, no," Bob muttered, then gasped loudly as she closed her lips over his dickhead. He thrust forward, burying about half his prick in her mouth, and she started to work her head back and forth.
"Wait...." Bob spoke with difficulty. "We... don't have much time.. .1 want your pussy."
Serena worked her head around, sucking his cock and rubbing the underside with her tongue. She opened wide and jerked her head back. His prick flopped out, the head tapping against her
chin as she got to her feet.
Muttering something incomprehensible, Bob lifted her up. "Where's the bedroom?" he asked. Serena gestured with her head to a doorway, and Bob charged through it to toss her down on the bed.
"Make me naked," Serena gasped, pressing her shoulder blades against the sheet and raising her ass. Bob swooped down beside her, seizing the hem of her panties and dragging them down her legs. She spread her legs and raised them, reaching into her crotch to spread her pussy lips.
"Let me have a taste," Bob growled, flattening himself out on his stomach in front of her. Serena pulled her legs back more, exposing her butthole as well as her pussy. Bob pressed his mouth against her slit, poking his tongue between her pussy lips. Serena humped at him, sending his tongue in deeper.
"Just keep doing that," she moaned. "You'll make me...yes, cum!" She thrashed from side to side, uttering sharp cries of ecstasy as Bob ran his tongue over her G spot. Letting out one last loud cry of ecstasy, she pulled away from him and waved at the night table.*
"She keeps rubbers in that drawer. Don't worry, there's plenty."
"We don't have that much time," Bob said, looking a bit confused. He was so hazed over with lust, he could barely think.
"No, for her, greedy fucker," Tina howled, kicking her legs up again.
Bob crawled across the bed on all fours, and
Tina took the opportunity to slide under him and take his prick back in her mouth. With shaking hands, he opened the drawer and extracted a condom packet.
"Give me," Serena urged, his cock bobbing just between her lips. She extended an arm. Bob handed her the rubber and she tore open the packet.
"Here's another one I'll bet you don't know," she smiled slyly. Holding the rolled latex disk between her fingers, she placed it flat side out between her lips. Bob leaned back on his forearms, watching with amazement as she bent over his stiff cock and clasped her hands behind her back.
Deftly, she lowered her mouth to his dickhead and placed the condom over it. Moving down slowly and steadily, she dressed his erect member in the rubber. The rim settled around the base of his cockshaft, merging with the wiry black hairs around it. Then she slowly drew her head back and flipped over on her back.
"That was incredible," Bob said, staring at her.
"Glad you liked it. Now, get over here and start fucking!"
Serena emphasized her statement by raising her knees and letting her thighs drop apart. Reaching into her crotch, she spread her pussy lips. "See? I'm even holding it open for you."
Bob dragged himself between her legs, gripping the sheets as he aimed his prick at her wide-open pussy. Taking one hand off her cunt, Serena sat up and curled two fingers around his prick,
just below the latex-wrapped head. She yanked it between her lips. Bob thrust forward, pushing the head in, then she laid back down and wrapped her legs around his waist as he settled over her.
"Damn, you're tight," Bob grunted, feeling the hot, wet walls of her pussy hug his cock as he pushed in. Her stiff nipples dug into his chest, and she squeezed his waist between her thighs. Bob shoved his hands under her small, firm butt, spreading her cheeks and getting a hand down her crack. She shrieked as his fingertip found her butthole, humping back at him as she worked her hips around.
Bob drew back, remained still for an instant, then plunged back in. Digging her ankles into his butt cheeks, Serena shouted, "Come on, fuck me. I want it hard!"
He pulled out, plunged back and started humping hard. The condom helped him hold back as the walls of her pussy churned around his dick, and Serena started oozing cunt juice and rocking from side to side.
"You're doing it, I'm cumming," she shouted, kicking her legs up and humping back at him. Bob felt the beginnings of orgasm and strained his lower muscles, pumping faster as her cunt flesh danced madly around his sheathed penis.
"Did you cum yet?" she said, gasping between each word.
Too frenzied to reply, Bob shook his head. He slowed his pumping gradually until his cock was resting inside her pussy. Serena urged him to give her one more, and he started pumping hard again.
Her second climax burst almost immediately. "Tell me when you're going to shoot," she called out as the waves of intense pleasure subsided.
Bob nodded a silent assent and started working his prick around in a circle, making short in-and-out moves. He felt his load start to rush up his dickshaft, and he made no attempt to hold back. As his prick started jerking in the condom, he told her he was going to blow.
"Pull out," Serena urged him. "Pull out now. I want to finish you with my mouth."
Moving so quickly she was almost a blur of motion, she got herself on her stomach in front of Bob and shoved his cock into her mouth. A few quick sucks had his cock jerking and shooting cum into the rubber. Serena stroked his prick hard with her mouth, and Bob moaned deep in his throat as he humped her face.
When the last spurt of cum had shot out of his prick, Serena held it in her mouth until it started to soften. Bob slowly pulled away from her, breathing hard as he stretched out on the bed.
Her thighs wet with cunt juice, Serena lay next to him. Her small breasts rose and fell in rhythm with her hard breathing, and she stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before hauling herself off the bed.
"Now we really have to move," she said, glancing at the bedside clock.
They cleaned themselves off and dressed quickly. "Take me back to the school," Bob instructed her. "Tina's going to be picking me up there in about fifteen minutes."
"No problem," Serena said. "Besides, it looks better for me if I'm seen driving away from there. Uh, just one thing." There was a dead serious look in her eyes as she turned to him. "We are going to do this again, aren't we?"
Bob wanted to tell her no, but he found himself saying, "Sure. Whenever we both get the chance."
"Well, I can find the time," Serena snorted. "Harry's at that shitty lodge of his a hell of a lot. He's there tonight, as a matter of fact. What is it? Knights of the Orient, something like that."
Bob had heard of that lodge from one of the customers at his garage. More went on than just meetings and silly ceremonies...there was no point in mentioning that to Serena, though.
"Our next class is this coming Tuesday," Bob heard himself say.
"That's a maybe," Serena said thoughtfully. "Thursday's also class, and that's his regular meeting night. Of course, they have plenty of emergency meetings, too."
"Emergencies?" Bob laughed. "Like what, running out of beer?"
"Who the fuck knows?" Serena replied. "Anyway, let's get our asses out of here."
She let him off a block from the school, and he'd been in the lobby five minutes when Tina pulled up. As he got into the car with her, he reminded himself to act like someone who'd been studying, not fucking.
He had no idea that Tina was trying to act the same way.
Glancing up at the illuminated clock, the only light in the room, Marie Joseph asked Joy Salter, "It's getting late. Do you think Joe will be coming home soon?"
"I hope not," Sally Anderson said from the opposite end of the large couch the three women were sitting on. "This is just getting good."
Joy tore her gaze away from the television screen they were watching intently and looked up at the clock. "Nah. I'd give him half an hour, at least."
Like the other two women, her cunt was exposed but invisible in the darkness. Joy's jeans and panties were bunched up around her ankles. Sally's skirt was bunched up around her waist, and Marie had taken off her wraparound skirt and pushed the crotch of her leotard aside.
The screen brightened, revealing something pink between Joy's hand and her crotch, the dildo she was slowly masturbating with. A faint humming came from Sally's end of the couch, her vibrator, and barely audible wet sounds came from where Marie was finger-fucking herself.
On the screen, a tall blonde with huge breasts was licking a brunette's pussy. Both women were naked, and an equally naked man with a huge hard-on was positioning himself behind the blonde. As they watched, the camera zoomed in on his cock sliding into her cunt.
"You know, sometimes I wonder what that's like," Marie mused.
"What, fucking?" Sally quipped. "I had no
idea you were still a virgin."
Joy jumped in before Marie could reply. "And you've been married to Fred for how long, three years?"
"Three and a half, and that's not what I'm talking about, you sex maniac sluts. Jeez, that guy has big balls." She gestured to the screen, where the porno actor's balls were touching the blonde's big butt. "Anyway, I'm talking about what she's doing. I know I like it when Fred does it."
"Yeah, and I've finally taught Mack how to get me off that way," Sally commented. "You mean actually doing it to another woman...having her do you?"
"I don't know," Marie mused. "A lot of women say that it takes another woman to really do it right."
"Yeah, but doing it?" Sally said.
"Maybe it'll feel good," Marie laughed. "Maybe we'll all turn into lesbians."
"Well, you first...oh!" Joy hit her G spot just then and immediately started to climax.
Hearing her set Sally off, then Marie started pumping furiously. Soon, all three women were dragging their buttocks back and forth over the coverlet Joy had laid out.
She couldn't have Joe come home to find the couch smelling like cunt juice. The tape ended, and Joy pulled up her jeans and panties as she got off the couch. The screen went blank, and she turned on the room light.
A card table with two decks of cards stood in one corner. "Anyone care for another round?" Joy
asked. "Besides, it would be good if Joe came in while we were playing-we'd look like we were doing what we're supposed to be doing."
The other two women agreed and seated themselves at the table. Joy dealt a three-handed variation of rummy. Marie asked, "So, what about the new girl? What's her name?"
"Angie Allen," Joy replied. "She works as a waitress...a cousin of mine mentioned that she'd be moving here. School or something."
"School?" Sally asked querulously. "How the hell old is she?"
"Oh, twenty. I mean, the community college or something."
"Uh, you think she'll like our kind of entertainment?"
"Sure, from what the cousin told me," Joy grinned. "Says she started fucking as soon as she turned eighteen, and so far, she hasn't stopped."
"Sounds right," Sally murmured. "Maybe we can get her to tell us some juicy details."
"Ooh, yeah," Marie said, delighted. "But we don't want to tell her too much, not at first. You know what I mean."
Joy and Sally nodded silently. They were all having affairs, and they all knew that they all knew, but it was an unspoken rule that their trysts never be mentioned.
"Talking about that," Sally said, "I sure as hell surprised the shit out of Mack a couple of days ago."
"Just don't sit there, tell us," Joy urged. "Well, we were sitting and watching televi-
sion," Joy smirked, and I asked him to come over to me. He complained, saying that he liked the show and all that shit, and I started to get mad. So, he got up and I told him to stand right in front of me. He was in his boxers, so all I had to do was pull them down."
"Okay, then what?" Marie asked.
"What do you think?" Joy laughed. "I grabbed his prick and stuck it in my mouth!"
They all laughed, then Marie said, "I have a confession to make." Joy and Sally leaned toward her, grinning with lewd delight. Assuming as solemn a tone as she could, Marie went on, "I stuck my finger up Fred's ass while we were fucking!"
"Ooh, you didn't," Joy said, pounding the table. She made a mental note to try that on her outside lover, Bill, the next time they were together.
"Yes, I did, and he screamed like a bastard," Marie chortled. "He yelled that it hurt, so I took my finger out. Then he yelled at me to put it back in, and he came like crazy."
"Good one, good one, I've done that to Mack and he didn't complain-after the first time," Sally declared. "Joy, now it's your turn. You have to tell us something!"
"Well, we really haven't done anything all that special," Joy said. "Unless you included fucking me in the ass while we were in the shower."
"Oh, he stuck his prick back there?" Marie squealed. "Fred's been after me to try it, but I'm afraid it'll hurt."
"You get used to it quick, and it feels good," Joy said. "Anyway, he sort of got behind me and, like missed my pussy. His dick went right down my crack, so I said what the fuck and told him to go ahead. It hurt a little at first, but then it was nice, especially when he fingered my pussy."
"Something else for my shopping list," Sally murmured. "So, this new girl, Angie. When is she coming? By the way, when do we meet again?"
"Friday night would be perfect for me," Joy said. "Joe's going to that lodge. A guy at work, Harry, wants to introduce him. So, I'm in the clear."
"Fred will be on the road all month," Marie said. "I'm in."
"And I'll just tell Mack that I'm keeping you company," Sally said. "Perfect!"
"Do you think she'll have any tapes to bring?" Marie questioned, arranging her cards.
"You know, I never asked," Joy said. "I told her we watch them, and she said she did, too."
"It shouldn't be a problem for her to get them," Sally commented. "It's not like she's a respectable citizen."
There were a couple of outlets for adult videos in the area, but they were too well-known to patronize them. Instead, Joy ordered through several mail order houses, and thinking about that gave her a thought.
"If she doesn't mind, we could give her a shopping list," Joy suggested.
"I'm already starting to think of her as a
wonderful girl," Sally murmured. "There was one I saw in the catalogue, the guy with the big, big dick."
"I know which one you mean," Joy said, "but I can't think of the name. Do you think it's really that big?"
"You think they use trick photography or something?" Marie asked.
"I don't see why it couldn't be," Sally said. "Be damn hard to get in your mouth, anyway."
"Hey," Joy laughed, "who was thinking about that?"
"Everybody?" Marie asked.
They all broke out laughing. The phone rang, and Joy answered. She called out to Marie, "It's Fred."
"Yeah, I told him I'd be here. He calls me almost every night when he's on the road." Turning to the phone, she said, "Hi, honey."
Fred Joseph rubbed his crotch thoughtfully as he heard the familiar sound of his wife's voice. His lusts were stirring, and a vivid image of her petite, nude body flashed through his mind.
"Had a busy day," he said, careful to yawn loudly. He didn't want to let on that he was fully dressed and about to go to the hotel bar. "Picked up some good sales, though. Nice commissions."
"Good, but come home soon," Marie said.
They chatted for a few minutes, then hung up. Fred checked his appearance in the mirror, then headed down the garishly carpeted hotel hallway to the elevator. Five minutes later, he was passing through the double doors of the hotel bar.
The place seemed empty at first, but as he approached the bar, he saw that there were a number of people at the bar, three of them single women. He sauntered past their stools, but none of them turned to look at him. Wondering if he'd have to end the evening by masturbating to the adult television the hotel provided, he seated himself at the bar.
His usual drink was gin and tonic. The bartender took his order, and he turned to look around at the dimly lit place, with its booths, tables and palm fronds in the corner. The stool next to his creaked, and a strong, decidedly sensuous odor of perfume wafted past him.
Immediately, he felt his prick stir in his pants. He turned casually, as if he hadn't noticed, and glanced at the bar mirror to see that a tall blonde was sitting next to him.
Not only that, she was looking at him in the mirror, too. There was an unmistakably sexual glint in her eyes, and he felt his cock start to grow a little.
"You look like you're new in town," she said. "Traveling salesman?" She pursed her lips in a way that could mean only one thing.
Fred laughed. "Salesman is right. Basically, I move equipment."
"That all you do?" she asked slyly, putting special emphasis on "all."
"Well, I also buy people drinks," Fred came back, flashing her a smile.
"Well, that's good to know," she said. "I'm Sheila."
"Fred." He gestured to the bartender. 'Tell the man what you'd like." She ordered a bourbon and soda. Fred asked, "Do you live in town?"
"Yeah." Sheila slid back on her stool, and the hem of her short black dress rode up her thighs. Fred glanced down and caught a glimpse of the white of her panties. "I do the clerk stuff at the bus station." She rested a hand on the bar, and Fred saw a wedding ring.
"What does your husband do?" he asked, feeling a bit apprehensive. He kept his eyes on her face to avoid seeing her groin again.
Her smile faded as she turned to him. "Whatever the fuck he wants. Like, I'm tired of it, you know."
"Things not going good?" Fred asked softly.
"Haven't seen the bastard in three days." Sheila gulped at her drink, then plunked her glass down on the bar. "I'm angry and...."
"And what?" Fred prompted.
"And I'm horny as hell."