I fucked her slowly at first, with long, deep strokes. As her moans grew louder and I felt the velvet ridges of her vagina commence to ripple and contract around my cock, I fucked her more savagely. Then, as her contractions became more powerful, I fell onto her writhing torso, buried my fingers deep into the soft resilience of her full butt cheeks and commenced fucking her more savagely.
"C'mon, baby… ugh! Ahhhgggh…Take it, baby, yeah… oh yeah… fuck me, baby, that's it…Ohhh God! God damn! OOWWHH…HERE IT COMES, BABY. AHHHGGGHHH!"
As the thick lava of my seething come spurted up the plunging length of my cock, she arched her back and received the gushing flood of my hot semen with shrieks of joy and lust.
"Ohhh God… God! Fuck, FUCK… cream, buckets of hot, male cream… yaahhhhh!!"
Her cunt closed like a velvet hand and her convulsing cunt muscles milked out every last drop of my semen. Spent, my cock shrank and slithered out of her cunt, covered with come and globs of her sweet, musky cunt juice. She shuddered for nearly five minutes as the waves of lust inside her luscious, fucked out body subsided.
Finally she pulled me down beside her. "Jack, I know I'll be all woman, now. You know why?"
"No," I replied sleepily, "why?"
"I don't love you!" she said.
"Who ever said…" I started to reply.
"That's the point. I just enjoyed a wild lustful fuck with a complete stranger. I not only let a stranger into me, I demanded it! For years I made fucking contingent on love. Since my father's cock was my first, and he rejected my sexuality, I subconsciously reciprocated by rejecting the male organ… his first, of course, but all other males too! Cock, prick, penis were my metaphor of love, which is ridiculous. A cock has no mind. It can't love… or reject love. It's simply an organ of sensuous pleasure… and the owner doesn't have to love a gal for her to enjoy his prick."
"Very astute, very, very astute. The same goes for cunt, ole girl," I chuckled, "and yours is particularly delicious. How about another fuck?"
Instead of answering, she straddled me and commenced massaging my cock into erection. It took two minutes flat. As she impaled herself on its rigid length and took it inside her hot, pulsing cunt, she closed her eyes and moaned with sensual delight.
"Poor Carl," she murmured, 'T just may fuck him to death before our first anniversary."
She jerked and shuddered at the thought. It was the first of five orgasms she experienced before I came.
Chapter 5
All work and no play… well, even in my new work it can make for a dulling of the senses. Pam had been cured in one session and I wasn't scheduled for another patient for several weeks. Sitting around the apartment was getting on my nerves. I was about to phone the Sherman's and tell them I was going to Acapulco, when the phone rang.
It was Gail, our funky physical technician and lover to George Sherman. "Jack, I need a little diversion," she announced forthrighdy; one of her better character traits. "Let's you and I break out for an evening. O.K.?"
"When shall I pick you up and where shall we go?" I accepted without hesitation.
"I'll be ready at eight, and I'll surprise you with where." She hung up.
She was really dressed to kill. A micro-miniskirt that barely covered her cunt. She couldn't bend over, even a little, without exposing that marvelous crotch. Her full, meaty breasts were just barely covered by the red velvet blouse. They moved and bounced like ripe, fresh melons; unrestrained by a bra. As she climbed into the car, I saw her dark, full nipples were erect and hard. Her blue eyes looked at me with devilish defiance.
"You like?" she said huskily.
"Love 'em, baby, simply love 'em. I just hope you don't get arrested for indecent exposure."
"Nobody will ever arrest me for being indecent. Not tonight, anyway. I need some action… real action."
I wondered why George wasn't keeping her fulfilled. Shit! Why should I worry about George. If he couldn't cut it, I was very happy to take his place. I'd been wondering when I'd get a chance to experience the very obvious delights of Gail's dark, sensuous body. She was really a wet dream come true. I could just imagine the dark moist lushness of her cunt. It made my cock swell into a full hard-on. She noticed.
"Well, thank you, doll," she chuckled lewdly, "I needed that." Her hand closed on my bulging crotch and she squeezed it lovingly. "Later, baby, later. I'm just as anxious as you. My crotch is sopping with juice already."
"Why go out, then…"
"You'll see, you'll see!" she replied. "We got all evening, doll; just trust me."
As we entered the bar I conjectured the name. 'Swing Low' conjured up thoughts of the old South. Well, as it turned out… south was involved, if you consider that anything above the waist is north. The decor was very plush. The lights were quite low, and the people were upper middle class, at least by their looks.
No long-hairs or kooks were present. The music was directly out of the fifties-soft, romantic and smooth.
Gail's eyes swept the crowd as if in search of someone as we seated ourselves at the luxurious bar. I ordered a Scotch highball for myself and a stinger for Gail. "Hey, do you see somebody you know?"
"No, I am looking for somebody I want to know," she chimed impishly.
My eyes fell on the well-dressed, handsome couple at a nearby booth. He was about forty, but very trim and well-built. The woman was about thirty-five, but a real knockout. Large, full breasts that didn't sag despite the fact she was braless. Her platinum blonde hair hung down over round, soft shoulders in a cascade of glimmering silver. Something about her was very, very sensual.
Gail and I had another drink while the combo took a break. When they returned and commenced playing a slow bolero, the trim, handsome guy appeared at our side.
"Hello," he said in a cool, charming voice. "Would you mind if I ask your lady to dance?"
"That depends on how you feel about me asking your lady," I countered, smoothly. "And, of course, if Gail wants to dance with a complete stranger."
Gail scanned Mr. Trim for a full three seconds. "I'd love to… ah…"
"Grant," he answered in a low, rich baritone, "Grant Richmond." Turning to me he said, "My wife's name is Glenda. After this number, we'd like to have you join us at our table, if you would." With that he glided away with Gail toward the dance floor.
Gathering my Scotch and Gail's stinger, I weaved through the crowded tables to where the luscious blonde sat waiting. She looked up and gazed at me with sparkling blue eyes. Mirrored there, deep inside, was the most intense female lust I'd ever seen. It hit me right between the eyes.
"Hello there," she whispered softly. "Put down those drinks and let's dance."
Her firm, supple fingers closed hotly over my hand and she led me onto the dance floor. Turning lithely, she came against me, boldly sensual. The resilient firm mounds of her breasts pressed against my chest and as we commenced dancing, I could feel the full swell of her belly and soft mound of her mons press against my cock. It swelled immediately.
"Mmmm, that is wonderful, I just hate a man who doesn't respond," she murmured in my ear. Her perfume was musky and highly erotic. With each lithe note of the sensual bolero music, Glenda ground her soft mons hard against my bulging cock with a subtle, bucking movement. Her body was supple, firm and very seductive. I could feel the ripe firmness of her thighs with each step and her warm breath on my ear made my balls tingle with lust.
"How in the hell am I going to look when I walk back to our table, lady!" I joked.
"Honey, don't worry about it. And you stand corrected, baby; I'm not a lady," she rejoined.
She was. also more than a little drunk, at least I thought so. We made it back to the booth where Grant and Gail were already seated. Gail caught sight of my condition and giggled.