Chapter 5
HE ROLLED OFF HER, AND THE SHAKING of the bed made her aware that he was removing his the bed made her aware that he was removing his clothes. He pulled the covers over both of them and , they lay there for awhile, neither touching nor speaking.
Finally he whispered, "Are you all right."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she said.
He chuckled. "Me, too. Gawd Almighty, that was a good one!"
"Mister, you have some, dandy prick!"
"I think you really needed it tonight," he observed as he cuddled close to her.
"You aren't kidding. But how about yourself?"
"It's been damned near a month for me, and my last broad was nothing compared to you."
Her eyes were open now and she was looking at him, petting his whiskered cheek. "You mean you've gone a month without any action?"
"That's right."
She remembered the girlie books stacked beside the bed, and she rolled onto her back so that she could reach one of them. She picked it up and held it where they could both see it.
It was one of the most lurid publications on the market, chockfull of bare fannies, bare boobs and even some hairy twats.
"So you had only these girls for company, hm?" she said.
"Yeah." He added a bit sheepishly, "At least, they helped me release the tension."
She chuckled and dropped the magazine. She rolled warmly against him.
"Think you can go a second time?" she asked.
"You'd better believe it," he told her.
Her hand was down between them, warmly cupping his cock and balls, and his hands slid up and down her back, across her fanny and over the backs of her thighs. He jammed a thick, rough finger into her ass crack and tickled the tight depression of her anus.
"Ooh, that warms me up!" she said.
"Would you like to get screwed that way?" he asked, rubbing his fingertip up and down across the tiny puckered aperture.
"You've gotta be kidding! With your mile-long wiener?"
"That's what they all say," he replied ruefully. "I'll tell you what, though," she suggested. "You can take me dog fashion next time, if you'd like."
"That's the next best thing," he admitted. They began to kiss as they caressed each other, and his big, work-roughened hands quickly re-fired her passion. Her sucking, nibbling lips moved over his brawny shoulders and down through the thick, dark hair on his chest. Her roving tongue found one of his nipples and licked it until it was hard. She skipped to the other one and clamped her lips around it, sucking. As she did that, he had her tits basketed in his large hands and was working them gently but with deep feeling, rubbing his coarse palms across her tingling nipples, rolling the luscious globes around on her chest.
She got up onto her hands and knees and straddled him. He milked at her dangling full titties as she kissed lower and lower on his body. His cock took an added congestion. It was half-hard already. She was at his navel now, and he had to relinquish his hold on her breasts. She forged her tongue tip into his belly depression and corkscrewed it, tickling him wildly. Her hand moved to his loins and caught his stiffening cock. She slowly stroked the loose foreskin up and down. He watched her shining black hair bob as she nipped at his hip bones and licked along the top of his triangular bush. Her hand held his cock away from her mouth.
Now her face was in the midst of his bush. Her kissing lips moved past the base of his dick and down onto his nuts. He let his legs sprawl wide apart. She buried her face in his sweaty crotch. Hot as she was tonight, the strong scent of sweat and spent semen exhilarated her. She licked his balls all over, and her constantly-stroking hand had his cock stiff again. Now her parted lips slid up that rigid column of man-flesh, crossed the folds of his retracted foreskin, and moved thrillingly against the plushy, plump head of his dong.
"Oooh, baby...! " he rasped and ran his hands into her silken hair.
She licked his pecker head thoroughly, her tantalizing, slightly-coarse tongue moving over every curved centimeter of the swollen, rosy knob. She licked at its tip and at the very sensitive area where the foreskin was attached underneath. Her tongue tip danced along the ridge of the corona and slid in the grove behind it. She formed her mouth into an O and closed it around the tip of his dong. She compressed her lips and opened them, compressed and opened them time after time, which had the effect of sliding them up and down on the end of his pecker, over and over again.
Next she slid her loving mouth over the entire knob of his prick and sucked gently as she bobbed her head in screwing rhythm. Up and down she went ... up and down on his pulsating peter. Dick growled, moaned, and writhed against the mattress, his eyes jammed closed and his hands working in her hair.
Finally he cried, "Enough!" and lifted her head away from him.
She turned on the bed and pointed her bottom in his direction. He leaped into position behind her, eyeing the delightful bearded bun which was in full view between the tops of her thighs. He grasped her rubbery buttocks and pulled them apart so that he could glimpse her cute little ass-hole.
"Dick, you promised!" she cried, afraid that he was going to jam his long prick in there.
"Don't worry," he said. "I just wanted to see it."
Now he gripped his fiery whang and tilted it toward the slit of her pussy, nuzzling the tip into that plushy softness until he felt it enter her channel. He took his hand away, gripped her at the hips, and threw his own hips forward, sinking his prick deeply into her well-greased cunt.
His hands slid all over her-up and down her hips, over her belly, across her bobbing tits, and into her pubic garden, as he stroked his hot cock in and out of her slippery snatch. She had her back arched to provide him deep access, and she rotated her rump to add to the pleasure of the animal-style intercourse.
Her plump buttocks rubbed and bounced against his firm front. The tops of her warm thighs rubbed his. His plunger stroked in and out, in and out, in and out of her grinding, bobbing cunt.
For Dick, it was only great!
For Pam, it wasn't as good this way as from the front, and she had to ask him to diddle her clitoris. He happily complied. This gave her the intense stimulation she had been missing, and soon her bucking, grinding motions were completely passion-inspired.
Dick rode her rear with a vengeance, bumping rapidly against her bouncy butt as his cock pistoned in and out of her happy hole. He lasted even longer than he had the first time, and his fingering of Pam's clitty brought her to a throbbing, quaking orgasm first. Most of the fight went out of her at that point, and it was like pumping his prick in a lard bucket for the rest of the way. But he didn't mind. It was still one hell of a lot better than frigging himself while he looked at girlie pictures.
When he came, jerking and jetting his hot sauce into her already-overflowing cunt, Pam moaned again and gave a final quiver. She lapsed against the bed, on her belly, and Dick's peter slid out of her quim.
"Don't get up and go," he husked, lying close beside her and breathing into her ear. "After an hour or so, we'll try it again. Okay?"
"God, I don't know if I can make it another time," she murmured.
"Sure you can. I'll inspire you. Baby, it's so great to have you here!" He wrapped her up in his strong arms and pulled her against him.
It was pretty great, Pam had to admit. All right, she would stay.
When Fred arrived at home, shortly after midnight, Clarisa was waiting up for him, as usual.
"Pam isn't home yet?" he asked, glancing around.
"Nope. She must have met someone interesting."
"She met a horny guy who works at the sawmill. In fact, I introduced them."
"If he's horny, he probably suited Pam just fine," Clarisa remarked wryly.
"We're going to have to figure out some way to get her out of here."
Clarisa looked at him. "Why?"
He busied himself with a magazine he had picked up from the coffee table. "You know how Pine Center is. It's a small community; everybody knows everybody else. Pam's hell-raising is going to reflect on us."
"Is that the only reason?" Clarisa kept watching him.
"Sure. What other reason would there be?" He dropped the magazine and turned toward her.
"Maybe she bothers you a little, in a personal way."
"Now look, baby..." He moved up to her. "Cut out that silly talk. Pam doesn't mean a thing to me personally, one way or the other."
He took his wife loosely in his arms. "Let's go to bed, hm?"
She smiled up at him. "Does that look in your eyes mean what I think it does."
"You'd better believe it."
"But we had sex just last night. What's come over you lately?"
"You talk as if two nights in a row is unusual."
"Recently it has been." Her eyes sparkled teasingly.
"Oh, yeah? Well, then I've got some making up to do. Come on." He gave her a smart little slap on the fanny, which headed her toward the bedroom.
She didn't undress in the same room with him tonight. Instead, she took her nightgown and went into the bathroom. As she began to take her clothes off, she thought of Pam with the sawmill worker. What would it be like to go to bed with a man other than Fred, she wondered. She wondered what Pam and her date were doing right now. Pam had warned her against missing out on "everything." Was there that much difference between the lovemaking of one man and another? Pam ought to know; she had certainly sampled enough of them in her time.
But where did love fit into the picture? That was what was supposed to make sex sublime. If she and Fred were not so much in love with each other, Clarisa might have been tempted to sample another man ... just to see. But as it was, she didn't want to. She was inclined to believe Pam was the one who was missing out on the best of life, not her, because Pam apparently had never been in love. This, at least, was what Clarisa's conscious mind had to say on the subject.
Fred climbed into bed and decided he would make love to Clarisa with the light out tonight. He reached and turned off the bedside lamp.
As he gazed toward the ceiling in the darkness, a fantasy image flickered into life on the screen of his imagination. He saw Pam in the nude-as she had been with him just that morning-and she was in bed with Dick Sparks. The big, raw-boned man was petting her satiny ass and the smooth, curving sweep of her back. She was fondling his erect, rock-hard penis. Fred unconsciously ground his teeth. The image played on. one close-up giving way to another until Dick was on top of Pam, shoving his stiff cock into her, making her cry and writhe with joy...
The bathroom door opened, casting a glow of light into the hall. Clarisa stood silhouetted in the bedroom doorway.
"You in bed already?" she asked.
"Mm-hmm."
He thought, Get out of my mind, Pam-and get out of my life!
The silent admonition didn't work very well. Even after Clarisa had climbed into bed beside him, Pam's image continued to flit along the fringes of his consciousness. She's still with that man, he thought. She's showing him a real hot time.
Clarisa rolled into Fred's arms. 'Well, you big lug?" she purred.
This was something he resented about Clarisa-she always depended on him to make the first move. She would never begin to caress him first. And as for being oral with him-she had probably never even thought of that. Fred usually liked to take the initiative, as most men do, but it would have been fun if once in awhile Clarisa surprised him by going on the offensive.
He's certainly quiet, she thought. And look at the listless way he's taking me in his arms-as if he doesn't care whether we have sex or not. She'd become old stuff after six years, she guessed. She imagined that the man who was with Pam wasn't listless in his approach to her.
Fred began to caress Clarisa beneath the covers, rubbing her belly through the thin nylon nightgown ... now sliding his hand up to her breasts...
A small tingle of excitement traveled through her, and her sizable nipples began to rise. Prickling them through the thin cloth fired Fred's interest, and he murmured, "Let's let those titties out, hm?"
"I can't think of anything better," Clarisa said, and he slid the ribbon down off her shoulder.
As he did it, he thought, Why can't she take hold of my prick or something? Christ, by now Pam would be pumping it up and down.
His warm hand closed around Clarisa's soft-firm globe and he began to knead it gently, her nipple drilling into his palm. His cock was up strongly now. He twisted his head and went down on her nipple as his hand served the titty to his mouth.
He sucked slowly and with feeling, licking her nipple at the same time. With his warm, wet mouth actively fastened to her breast, Clarisa slid deeper into the pleasant ooze of sexual abandon. Fred's hand moved down her body, as he continued to suck her breast, and his fingers found their way under her short nightgown. He tickled her with all five fingertips in the garden of her pubic curls, and her legs moved apart so that he could enter her moistening split.
He toyed with the thick, rubbery lips of her cunt, then with the tiny inner folds which guarded her deep vaginal passage. His middle finger easily breached that portal and slid into her hot, snug hole.
"Fred, screw me!" she breathed urgently.
He slowly slid his middle finger in and out of her cunt, maintaining a gentle caressing contact with her clitoris at all times. Her hips and legs became restless. Now, finally, her hand slid down to his prick. She tenderly peeled his cockhead with her soft, slender fingers, and then those delightful fingertips began to dance over the swollen glans, against its tip, and all around the ridge of it.
Fred forgot about Pam, and Clarisa forgot about the man Pam was with. Now the married lovers were completely involved with each other. Their whole world was bounded by the perimeter of their bed.
Fred removed his hand from Clarisa's cunt, but only to grip her thigh and lift it up over his body. Now, with his hand on his pulsating cock, he directed its yearning tip to the flaring center of her hot, slick pussy. He fit the tip into the little mouth, then slid his hands around her ass. He pulled, and their hips surged smoothly together; his cock sank deeply into her lathered quim. They began to undulate slowly and deeply, their hips pumping in perfect rhythm. Neither of them wanted to hurry. It was blissfully correct, just as it was.
Fred had hold of both cheeks of her ass, and he squeezed and wiggled those plump, resilient mounds as his prick pumped in and out, in and out, in and out of her delightful pussy.
The sensation of her moist warmth circling him was so grand that he probably wouldn't have thought of Pam again; the sensation which Clarisa received, with his hard pole stroking in and out of her cunt, was so good that she wouldn't have given another thought to Pam's lover of the evening ... if it weren't for the fact that they heard footsteps in the hall of the cottage, indicating Pam's arrival.
This jarring note set Fred off-stride. A negative factor arose in his mind. Clarisa lost her grip on the ladder of lust which she had been ascending. Angry, Fred speeded up too soon. He screwed his wife rapidly and, in moments, was jetting his warm cream into her snatch. She whimpered in disappointment and moved her hips in a sudden, frantic burst, but she couldn't reach fulfillment.
He pulled his prick out of her and rolled onto his back, and neither said anything for awhile.
Finally Clarisa remarked rather sadly, "It's all right."
"Why shouldn't it be all right?" Fred snapped in response.
And that was the way their day ended, with both of them knowing it was Pam, and their individual responses to her, which had been responsible for their failure to reach a mutually satisfactory climax.
Fred managed to fall asleep after a few minutes, but Clarisa lay awake for quite awhile, and she concluded that Fred was right when he had suggested they should ask Pam to end her stay. The house wasn't large enough for the three of them.