Shut up and suck, I told myself angrily. This is what you want.
And it was. This was what I had been missing from my respectable life as the wife of a college professor. Adventure. Sex. Sexual adventure. A throbbing cock in my mouth in the middle of the day. The ultimate escape from boredom.
This jerkwater farm implement salesman with no name and a face as open and bland as the prairie – he was everything my husband wasn't. Especially available.
And he was disposable. When I was through fucking him with my mouth, I'd cast him aside, the way a man does a used rubber. With Leo, I was stuck with him until death did us part, unless I had enough gumption to go through all the hassle of getting a divorce. This guy whose cock I was joyously sucking would be gone with the last traces of his cum.
The bonus, of course, was that the stranger's cock was so sweet-tasting. It seemed to melt in my mouth like a hot slice of Iowa roast pork at a Sunday dinner. Leo, on his best night, despite his fantastic IQ and four college degrees, never got it up like this yokel who was fucking my mouth.
His fingers rubbed against the outside of my cunt, foraging through my pubic hairs. My clit was batted back and forth like a miniature punching bag by his fingertips. With every swipe of his rough hand my pussy got wetter and wetter.
I beckoned him to begin finger-fucking me by twisting my cunt against his fingers. My pussy seemed to swallow his hand, pulling three fingers inside its sucking tunnel.
His fingers were in me all the way now, the outer row of knuckles pummeling against my clit. Ramming within me, his fingers roughly scraped the walls of my pussy, the electric friction driving me wild.
'God, you're wet,' he said as he dug deeper and deeper into my cunt. 'I don't think I've ever seen a juicer pussy, even on a hooker. And I've had a few of those when I was out on the town at these farm conventions in the big city.'
Somehow it thrilled me to be compared with a hooker, a real pro at sex. That I could get money for what I was willing to do for free made me more excited than ever, as though I were too good for money.
My added arousal made me go down much harder on his prick. Gobbling it all the way to the balls, I tickled my lips against his wiry pubic hair. The head of his cock throbbed like a beating heart in my throat, its intense pounding adding to my own runaway pulse.
Between my legs I was coming up a storm, my cunt oozing forth a continuing discharge of hot, sticky female honey. His fingers pushed against the mouth of my womb, pouring gasoline on my orgasmic fire. I was insane with lust.
My head was moving suddenly like a piston as I went up and down on him as fast as I could, jacking him off with my lips. I was determined to make him come in my mouth. I didn't see how I could wait a second longer.
'Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming,' he moaned. 'I'm coming, sweet Jesus, I'm coming!'
God, was he! His cum swamped my mouth and throat, barreling into my belly in a hot, tight knot. Suddenly my body seemed filled with his discharge, sperm threatening to burst my insides.
Just when it seemed as though he would never stop coming, the spurting abruptly became a sloppy drool. Now his cock rested wetly in my mouth and excess sperm dribbled from the corners of my engorged mouth and trickled down my chin.
The taste and scent of his cum was intoxicating. It totally invaded my senses, leaving me a shuddering, orgasmic wreck.
My partner was even worse off. He slid sprawled against the door, his eyeballs rolling back in his head as he gasped for breath. I might have been concerned, but the happy look spread across his face told me that if he'd had a heart attack, he was going out happy.
I kept sucking his cock, but it was no use as it got smaller and smaller. In my cunt, his fingers had gone dead when he'd finished coming.
Wondering what I should do about him, I got dressed, trying to decide whether or not to just leave him there with his dick hanging out. I breathed easier when he started to stir, and then showed he was all right by sitting up and starting to talk.
'Say, honey,' he panted, 'that was some blow-job. After a deep throat like that, I just got to know your name.'
No, I didn't want any names. Losing the anonymity would spoil everything. It all came to me in a flash that if I could keep it at an impersonal level, I could have all the extramarital sex I wanted and it wouldn't make me feel guilty. What I had done to this man by sucking his cock was the same as shaking his hand – just pressing flesh. One was social intercourse, the other sexual intercourse. Without emotion there wasn't much difference between the two. Despite the fact that I had sucked his cock, I could feel nothing for him because I wasn't even aware of his identity.
Perfect. He was nothing to me but a great big dick. And there was a whole city filled with thousands like it. All different… and all the same.
Before he could say any more, I waved him off. I gave him a goodbye peck on the cheek and, before be could move, was out the door, losing myself in the crowd.
As I walked home, I found myself whistling, my spirits soaring. Then I noticed that whenever a car passed by my heart leapt and I felt a squeezing in my cunt. By the time I reached the front door I was fantasizing about the cocks of the drivers.
CHAPTER THREE
After that first time I had several long talks with myself. Without the distraction of a dick in front of me, I was more inclined to pay attention to my mental arguments against hitchhiking for sex.
Over and over again I decided that I would never do it again. But even more frequently my desire won out.
If only I could get Leo to throw a decent fuck in me, I decided, maybe I'd cool down during the daytime and forget about sucking that man's dick in the car. I laid out all my charms for him one night, even going so far as smearing my cunt lips with some raspberry feminine deodorant.
After making sure Leo was in a good mood by serving his favorite dinner, and patiently listening to a boring account of the latest administrative bickering at the university, I excused myself and went into the bedroom. Slipping out of my clothes, I slid some black net stockings over my legs and secured them to a satin garter belt I'd snapped around my waist.
Lying on the bed, I spread my legs, looking at my cunt with a hand mirror. Wanting everything to be perfect, I fluffed my pussy hair and made sure my cunt-lips were hanging out. So my labia would look wet and aroused, I rubbed some spit on them.
By the time I finished massaging myself, my pussy was almost drooling.
With my cunt flexing exquisitely from between my spread thigh, I called Leo.
'Yeah?' he yelled back.
'Could I see you in the bedroom, dear?'
'Oh, hell, can't you do whatever it is yourself?' he whined.
'Please.'
'Oh, all right,' he grumbled.
As I heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom, I closed my eyes, imagining how his cock would swell up in his pants the instant he saw my wetly spread pussy. I played with my nipples, making them as hard as possible while I nervously awaited his arrival. If this didn't work I didn't know what I was going to do.
'Okay, what's the deal?' he said impatiently.
'What do you want?'
He looked at me, not blinking. It was as though his glasses made it possible for him to see through the walls and he was engrossed in something beyond the bedroom more interesting then my open pussy.
'Can't you see?'
