Chapter 4
"SO HOW LONG BEFORE YOU HAVE TO GO to work?" Pam asked as she leaned back on the sofa and stretched a shapely leg out in front of her. The bell-bottom pants she wore were thin and clingy, and her thin blouse fit so snugly that Fred could make out the imprint of her nipples. This puzzled him because the soaring uplift of her tits told him she had to have a bra on. But were she wearing a bra, her nipples wouldn't have shown so strikingly. There was some trickery involved.
When he lifted his gaze to her face, she was smiling.
He realized then that she had spoken to him. "What?" he asked stupidly.
"I said ... how long before you have to take off for work?"
"Oh. There's no hurry. An hour. An hour and a half. I own the place, so I can come in when I choose. Another guy opens up."
"Mmmmm. That's handy."
"Pardon me for asking a personal question, but I figure we know one another well enough..."
"Sure. Go ahead."
"How do you make your breasts look like that?"
"like what?" She glanced down at them.
"You know what I mean-so high and shapely, like you're wearing a bra, yet with the imprint of your nipples showing on the blouse."
"Ooooh." She smiled foxily. "Want me to show you how that effect is achieved?"
"Don't show me. Tell me."
"You mean, you actually don't want to see?" She watched him closely.
"Don't start taking your clothes off."
"Clarisa won't be back. She has to keep her dental appointment."
"It isn't Clarisa I'm afraid of."
"So you're afraid of yourself?"
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"Well, don't snap at me. It was your word." She paused. "I'll just slip my blouse off and show you what you were curious about. Then, if you ask me to put the blouse back on, I will. Promise."
He gazed at her.
"If you turn down that offer, I'll know you don't trust yourself."
"All right," he said, sitting back. "Take the blouse off."
A little strain of excitement began to sing through him. It was subtle and not very strong yet. He was sure he would have no trouble resisting its siren call.
Pam sat straight up on the sofa and pulled her knitted blouse over her head.
Fred pursed his lips in a silent whistle. She was wearing a trick bra. It was fully formed in every respect to give maximum shape and uplift, but the center of each cup was cut open, permitting her stiff, reddish nipples to stick out in the nude.
She looked down at the jutting tips and rubbed them with her index fingers. She glanced up at him, smiling. "I think it makes a cute titty effect, don't you?"
He cleared his throat. His cock had hardened. "It's ... interesting," he admitted.
She straightened her shoulders, causing the partially bare breasts to jut high. They were big round beauties. Fred had forgotten what a terrific set of tits she had.
"Well...." she teased, moving her shoulders slowly from side to side, "Do you want me to put the blouse back on or...? "
He should have answered with a simple affirmative, but he had to ask, "Or what?"
"Or shall I take the bra off?"
"You would, hm?"
"Of course," she smiled. "And my pants." She pinched the thin fabric at her thigh. "And my underpants."
He forced himself to grin, though sexual excitement had him in its horny grip. "The years haven't changed you much."
"Have they changed you?" she asked.
"Not when it comes to my feeling for Clarisa."
"Are you two really happy together?" She looked at him narrowly.
"Yes."
"Mmmmm. He answers with no hesitation."
"That's because I'm very sure of how I feel and how she feels toward me."
"What if you were to catch her playing around?"
"Clarisa? Don't be silly," he scoffed.
"It could happen."
"Not with her."
Pam regarded him wisely.
"Put your blouse back on," he said.
"Mean it?"
"Yes, I do."
"You and Clarisa must have screwed last night. She must have taken all the horniness out of you."
"You know I'm not going to discuss that. Just put on your blouse."
"Stand up and tell me."
"What?"
"Stand up." Her eyes twinkled.
"Don't be silly. Put your blouse on." He colored slightly.
"Ah-ha!" she laughed. "You have a hard-on, haven't you?"
"What if I have? I usually get hard when I look at bare tits."
"How do you ever walk out of a topless bar, then?"
"I count from a hundred backwards. Now, will you please put your blouse on?"
She looked at him for several moments, then said, "No!"
"You promised."
"The hell with the promise." Her eyes taunted him, daring him to do something about it. "Pamela, you're a bitch."
"If you say so." She continued to be amused.
"I'm going to get up and go to work."
"No you're not."
She rose and took off her brassiere as she advanced toward him. She plopped herself down on his lap, her bare tits bobbing. Laughing, she gripped one and leaned to force its rigid nipple against his lips.
He grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her off his knees. She landed on her back on the shaggy rug, opening her thighs wide. She placed a hand on the snug crotch of her pants and said, "My cunt's so hot!"
"Pam, I'm embarrassed for you," he made himself say, and he got up, erection and all.
She laughed and pointed. "Who's embarrassed for whom?"
He kept looking at her open crotch. She moved her pelvis teasingly.
"It wants your prick," she said. "Get down here. Clarisa will never know."
"But I will."
"Aah, yes. The man of principle." She laughed again It occurred to him that if he were to tell Clarisa how her best friend had behaved, she wouldn't believe it.
Who would have? He had trouble believing it himself, but there Pam was, spread out on the floor in front of him.
"I told you once," she said, as if she had just read his thoughts, "I don't have any false pride. I go after what I want."
"Well, go after it somewhere else."
He turned and strode into the kitchen. The coffee was still plugged in, and he took a clean cup from the cupboard. As he turned to place the cup on the table, there was Pam in front of him-her gorgeous tits still bare and jutting magnificently forward.
"Please get dressed," he said and poured the coffee.
"You're being very silly. Do you know that?"
"Maybe."
"I would never tell Clarisa. We'd have fun together, and that's all it would be."
"No."
"What if I were to take the rest of my clothes off."
"You might catch cold." He was making it a point not to look at her. "I think I'll risk it."
"Go ahead, then."
He hoped he had called her bluff. After all, there had to be a limit to how far she would go without getting any encouragement from him. In spite of what she had said, some measure of pride was inevitably involved.
"If I thought you really weren't interested in me any more," she said, "I would cut this out. But I know better. Last night you practically stripped the clothes off me with your eyes."
"You imagined it."
"Oh, no. One thing in this flipping world I know about is men. I can read their eyes like a billboard."
"You see what you want to see." He kept looking away as he sipped from his cup.
She stood beside the table, watching him. The confident little smile wouldn't leave her face. Slowly she slid her pants and panties down, in one smooth motion. She dropped off a shoe and removed her clothing from that leg, then did the same with the other leg.
He glanced at her just as she straightened up. She was thrillingly nude. The little black patch at her loins attracted his gaze like a magnet. She reached down into it with long, white fingers and opened her large pussy lips, leaning backward and parting her legs enough so that he could see the moist redness of her sexual chamber.
Lust assailed him. It had been six years since he had gotten a taste of strange female flesh. He wanted to throw Pam down onto her back and wallow on her lush, white body. He wanted to lick and suck at her all over, and then he wanted to drive his rigid dick balls-deep into the squirming, slick hotness of her cunt. He wanted to get into her fast and, after he had come for the first time, hold his prick in her, and keep it moving ... slowly and steadily for twenty minutes or more, until he was able to reach ejaculation again.
He wanted to do all that, and the desire was plainly etched on his face as he gazed at her. But more strongly than that, he wanted to remain faithful to Clarisa.
"Well, start your dance," he grated. "How do you do it-with feathers, veils or balloons?"
The smile left her face. She turned and squatted gracefully to pick up her clothes. She strolled out of the room, wiggling her lush ass.
The girl needed professional help, he decided, and if she kept up this sort of thing, he was going to need it, too. But at least he had won for the moment.
That afternoon, when Clarisa arrived at home, Pam's attitude furnished no hint of what had happened between herself and Fred. She immediately returned to the tack she had taken with Clarisa the day before.
"We've gotta get you out into the world again, honey. You're wilting on the vine up here."
"But, Pam, I've never been a gadabout," Clarisa protested.
"That's just the trouble. You've missed so much. You don't want to miss out on everything."
She laughed. "I have my husband, my home."
"You can have that, too. Good God, this isn't an all-or-nothing proposition."
"Just forget about trying to manage my life, will you, and see what you can do about patching up your own. You're the one who's without a man."
"Don't I know it. But that's just temporary. I haven't gotten acquainted up here yet." She paused. "I think I'll drop in at Fred's place tonight. Why don't you come with me?"
"Nothing doing. I never go down there."
"Why not?"
"I'm no drinker. Anyway, Fred would think I was spying on him."
"Well, if you don't want to go, I suppose you'll have no objection if I do."
"Of course not," Clarisa said.
However, she didn't feel so positive about it. Though she was now reasonably confident that nothing had happened between Fred and Pam during her trip to town, she didn't like the idea of having them thrown together more often than necessary. She still remembered the way Pam had talked about Fred during the days when Clarisa was dating him. Pam had been very candid about her admiration of him. Once she had even said, "If he wasn't yours, I'd go after him right away, and I'd get him, too."
If he wasn't yours, had been the key words, Clarisa believed. She'd trusted her friend not to poach on her territory. But now, after a marriage and divorce, perhaps Pam wasn't so trustworthy.
Still, Clarisa wouldn't change her mind about accompanying Pam to Fred's place. Pam had made no bones of the fact that she was interested in picking up a man, and Clarisa didn't want to interfere with that. Clarisa wanted to see her take up with someone, so long as the someone wasn't Fred.
Fred's tavern was a small, intimate place, which befitted the remote mountain community where it was located. It had a short bar, a row of booths along the opposite wall, and a few tables in the rear. A juke box furnished the music. If Fred had been forced to rely entirely on local residents for his trade, he couldn't have kept the place going. But there was a fair flow of transients the year round-campers and hikers in summer; snow enthusiasts during the winter months.
When Pam walked into the place, it was moderately crowded. Male heads turned. Eyes brightened. There was a whispered conversation between two of the stags. She walked directly to the bar and took a stool next to a tall, rangy man in a checkered shirt and Levi's. Fred, who was behind the bar, came over.
"Well, hi," he said, his tone not betraying the tension which had developed between them that morning. "Welcome to the shack."
"Thanks, Fred. You sell anything in here but beer?"
"Sorry, no."
The fellow on the next stool was watching her and listening to the conversation.
"Well, give me a beer, then." Now she glanced at the man next to her and smiled.
Fred watched and, strangely, felt a jealous twinge. His reaction was to behave as if he didn't care what Pam did, or who she did it with. He said, "Pam Murphy, this is Dick Sparks."
"Mister Sparks," she murmured, looking warmly at him.
"The name's Dick," he said, grinning slyly but with warmth. "I'm Pam." Fred set down the beer.
"Let me," Dick said, and reached into his pocket. "It's on the house," Fred said and moved away. "You must know Fred pretty well," Dick observed. "Pretty well. I'm an old friend of his wife. Right now I'm staying at their place."
"Oh."
She and Dick sipped their beers. In sizing up the tall quiet man, she'd made up her mind that she would leave the place with him, if he asked her to. It had been more than two weeks since Pam had gotten herself laid, and she needed it, particularly after the scene she'd had with Fred that morning. Dick looked like the sort of man who could give a girl a good time in the sack. It had been her experience that tall guys with bony faces and long arms were well-endowed sexually.
She needed a big cock that night-as big as Fred's, if possible.
Fred's was the one she really wanted. That was what had brought her to Pine Center, and she wasn't prepared to call the trip a failure yet. Her best hope was to persuade Clarisa to do some stepping out, then make sure Fred found out about it. Though Clarisa had resisted her efforts so far, she believed she'd given her old friend something to think about. Six years of marital fidelity was enough to make anyone restive down inside, she reasoned-even a square like Clarisa. As for Fred, she couldn't believe he hadn't been picking off some nookey here at the tavern. But he was afraid Clarisa would find out if he got cozy with her. Well, you couldn't blame him. He was a careful stud.
"You live around here?" Pam asked Dick.
"Yeah. I'm rentin' a little cabin. I work at the sawmill on the other side of the ridge."
"Married?" Pam asked boldly.
Dick shook his head.
"It must be a lonely life, living up here all by yourself."
"It gets lonely at times," Dick admitted and his gaze dropped to her thrusting breasts.
Pam finished her beer. She was beginning to feel a glow.
"Want another?" Dick asked, motioning toward her glass.
"All right," she smiled. He signaled Fred.
This time Fred let him pay. Fred cast a sharp glance at Pam. She had every right in the world to pick up this guy if she wanted to; still it nettled him. He put down Dick's change and turned away.
Dick and Pam chatted about the weather, the mountains and other inane subjects. She kept waiting for him to make a pitch, but he didn't. Still, she knew she interested him-his eyes returned to her tits again and again. Finally she decided to take the initiative.
"You know, it's kinda stuffy in here," she said, "and I'd like to clear my head. Take me for a walk?"
Dick cleared his throat as he looked at her. The color heightened in his cheeks. She arched an eyebrow speculatively.
"What do you say?" he pressed, gathering confidence.
"All right," she drawled and picked up her glass to quaff the remainder of her brew.
The woods were very dark. It actually frightened Pam a little to be out here, even though big Dick was beside her. They'd left the lighted path which climbed the hill directly behind the tavern. The trees now formed a dense curtain between them and the string of dangling light bulbs, and they couldn't see well enough to walk any farther. Looking straight up, past the needled branches which were silhouetted against the sky, Pam marveled at the dazzling display of stars.
"How's this?" Dick asked. "Dark enough for you?"
"Oh, my yes...! " she said and deliberately backed up against him.
She could feel the bunch of maleness growing at his loins, now snugly trapped in his Levi's. It felt so good that she gave a little shiver.
"Cold?" he asked huskily, slipping his arms around her waist.
She didn't say anything, but just pressed harder against him, wiggling her rump a little. She let her arms fall away from his, hoping he would take the hint and lift his hands to her tits. He did.
Those hands of his were big and strong and, when they wrapped themselves about her thrusting, round titties, a surge of delight went through her. She tilted her head back against his shoulder, brushing her hair against his cheek. He worked her tits as if he hadn't had hold of a pair in a long time, and immediately his cock began to fatten and stand up.
"Where is ... your cabin?" she breathed, grinding her breasts into his kneading hands.
"Right near here." He was breathing hard.
"Can we walk to it?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go."
He led her quickly back to the path, and hardly a word was exchanged between them as they strode to his little shack, which was on the opposite side of the tavern from Fred's cottage. It wasn't in the same class as Fred's house-Pam saw that before they reached the front door. Once inside, it was evident that a man lived there alone ... and not a man who was in the habit of entertaining women, either. The bed was unmade. Clothes were scattered around. Beside the bed was an untidy stack of girlie magazines and lurid paperback novels. Dishes stood unwashed on the crude sink, and there was a musky, close smell to the place.
Pam didn't mind any of this. In fact, it all appealed to her, because it spelled M-A-N. And a real man was what she needed tonight.
As soon as Dick had swung the door shut behind them, Pam turned into his arms. Their mouths met fiercely. At first, his lips just locked onto her and suctioned; he wasn't going to use his tongue right away. But she immediately forced her tongue past the barrier of his lips and into his mouth. It writhed there like an anxious serpent.
The need that had lived dormant in Dick's massive frame for weeks sprang to action and he clutched Pam's small, voluptuous body with all his might, plastering her breasts, belly, and cunt against him. His huge right hand dropped to her bottom and rubbed her fanny cheeks back and forth, up and down, delighting in the pliant way they moved under her thin dress and pants.
Back in the tavern, Fred went about his duties with only half his mind focused on work. The rest of his thoughts were with Pam and the rangy sawmill worker she'd left with a few minutes ago.
There was no doubt that he had taken her to his cabin. Probably she was spread out right now beneath him, and he was driving his hard cock into her receptive loins. Or else she was giving him a blow job. That was what she'd done with Fred the first time, he recalled.
His mind pictured Dick on his back, with his long, hard pecker sticking up like a flagpole, and Pam bowing over it, taking the knob in her mouth...
"Hey, where's my beer?" a voice called.
This brought Fred bank to reality and he turned to fetch the ice-cold bottle.
Why bad Pam come up here to devil him? Things had been going along so nicely ... He made a mental note to talk with Clarisa tonight about trying to shorten Pam's stay. There had to be something they could do to hurry her along. And why shouldn't they? Surely she didn't mean anything to Clarisa any more, after all these years.
Dick lowered Pam gently to the rumpled bed, and she let her thighs sprawl open, her skirt sliding back to her middle. She hadn't put on stockings that night, so those thighs were lusciously bare in the glow of the bedside lamp. Her pink panties shined where they bulged with the flesh treasure of her cunt, but the nylon was opaque and revealed not a shadow of her pubic hair. Also, the leg elastics of the briefs were snug and enclosed every curl.
Dick climbed onto the bed beside her, still wearing his shirt, pants, and boots. He placed one hand on the crotch of her panties and rubbed the plushy lips beneath the thin fabric. His throat grew dry and tight. His rod was thrusting against the prison of his jeans. He slid his hand up over her belly, pushing her skirt and slip with it. He brought it to her breasts and petted the wondrous globes which were snugly packed in the cups of her brassiere.
"Undress me," she begged. "I want to be naked for you."
He rolled her onto her side and pulled down the zipper at her back. His hand reached in and wrenched open the hooks of her bra.
The abrupt release of tension around her aching breasts sent a wanton, voluptuous wave coursing through Pam and, as she rolled onto her back again, she moaned, "Pull my dress up. Hurry! Oh, God, I want you in me!"
"I'm gonna screw you good, baby!" Dick promised. "I'm gonna screw you till you won't be able to walk."
"Ooh, yesssss!"
He hauled her dress up, and she squirmed to help him draw it away from her body and over her head. He pulled her bra away. Her lush titties floated back and forth atop her chest, their small nipples rigidly erect. With a happy grunt, Dick bent his face and wallowed in that wealth of titty flesh, gripping the globes at their outer sides and rubbing them against his whiskered face as his lips pulled in first one nipple, then the other. His mouth sucked and slid all over both mounds and through the valley in between.
Pam's hands clawed at the crotch of his Levi's. His hardness was bent inside those tight jeans, and there was no zipper on them. She had to open his fly, button by button. Finally she made it, then clawed her way into his jockey briefs. Her small hand closed around his pulsating prick and she hauled it out. It immediately locked into utter rigidity, and she slid the foreskin back off its large, swollen head. She ground her palm against that head, and his cock exuded a pearl of sticky, warm fluid.
While he kept rolling her tits with one hand and kissing all over them, stimulating them with the prickly scratch of his beard, his other hand slid to her waist. It gripped the elastic top of her pettislip and pulled the flimsy little garment down. Pam lifted her rump, and he reared back to draw the slip from her. Her legs fell back to the bed in an open position. He noted that moisture had seeped through the crotch of her panties. He dived at that crotch and nuzzled the warm, snug nylon.
"Oh, God, get my pants off!" she said. "I can't stand it!"
He gripped those pants at the top, with both hands, and yanked with all his might. They pulled, inside-out, away from her hips and down her full thighs. Her black-curled cunt was exposed to his hot eyes, and, down the center of it, her oozing pink slit. He got the pants off her and tossed them over his shoulder, onto the rough wooden floor. He pushed her thighs wide apart and fell onto her pussy with his mouth.
Pam sobbed with delight and writhed beneath his hungry kisses as his tongue parted her pussy lips and slid as deeply into her cunt as it could go. His lips clamped onto the velvety cunt-rim and sucked. He lapped up her honey as she bobbed her pelvis against his face.
His hands were kneading the pliant undersides of her thighs, and his head twisted and turned, going at her cunt from all angles, eating her thoroughly and deeply, sucking up every drop of sweetness. Her clitoris stood up and quivered. She tilted her pelvis downward with a sudden thrust and forced his mouth around that sensitive nubbin. He lapped at it with his tongue and she squealed with delight. She was about to come, but she didn't want to do so until he got his big prick inside her. She dug her hands into his bushy hair and grasped two large hanks of it. She started to pull his head up.
"Hey ... take it easy!" he said, raising his head and dislodging her hands. "Jesus, that hurt!"
Her head was rolling from side to side on the pillow, her lips slack, eyes nearly sightless. "Come on ... come on..." she moaned. "Get on top of me!"
"I gotta get outa my clothes first."
"The hell with your clothes!" she cried. "Get your cock into me! I'm going to come!"
He mounted her, and his long, stiff pecker slid seven inches deep into her hot, writhing pussy.
"Oooh, Jee-zusss!" she cried in joy.
He screwed her fiercely and she came, spasming against him and moaning like a breed cow. He continued his undulating motions, stabbing his stiff cock into her again and again, hitting bottom with its hard, blunt head, bouncing his balls against her crotch.
His coarse Levi's scratched her tender inner thighs, and his wood shirt punished her straining nipples, but she enjoyed all of it. She even enjoyed his body odor and his beer-and-tobacco tinged breath. She kept bucking and writhing, and his steady, long-peckered stroking held her at the apex of excitement. She gasped and cried and shrieked with joy.
"Keep going!" she wailed. "Ooh, mister, keep going!"
"Don't worry," he grunted, breathing hard. "I ain't ... even begun to ... screw you yet."
He was a man of his word; he had tremendous endurance. She luxuriated in the steady, deep plunging of his prick as it slid in and out between the velvet portals of her pussy and far into that clutching chasm. Her ass twisted and bumped against the mattress. He kept riding and riding. The buttons on his Levi's dug into the soft flesh of her belly, and his rough shirt threatened to make her nipples raw, but she loved every minute of it.
Finally she felt herself approaching a second climax, and she spurred him on with her jabbing heels. He socked it to her until the cot nearly collapsed beneath them. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she felt herself coming powerfully. A wave of intense, searing heat swept over her and she cried, full-throated and harshly, when she felt his cock jerk. His thick, hot come jetted into her-squirt after squirt after squirt, until she could feel it oozing out around the trunk of his spasming cock, sliding down her crotch and across her ass-hole. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Her mind went blank, and she felt as if she were drowning in a bottomless pool of bliss...