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John & Argie Ch. 02

By: Paris Waterman



Chapter 2. 

John's Sexual History – Part 2

"So, how're ya holding up Doc? Got some fingers plowing into that pussy yet? I'm willing to bet you've gotten off already and can't wait for our next session. That couch of yours looks like it could stand a lively fuck or three. I hope we can get it on Doc. I'm whacking off right now, spewing long ropes of jizm onto the floor. Now I've gotta shut this recorder off while I clean this mess up before my lovely wife comes home."

The 2nd RECORDING SESSION:

"I constantly think of women and sex, and in turn, must relieve myself several times a day. I have sex with my wife and, while she never says no, it is not enough, and my mind still wanders and fantasizes. She is the greatest and I know this, but am not sure how to stop these thoughts and actions. I am not bragging when I say this, only trying to open and honest; but I have slept with over a hundred girls; mostly unprotected, and I thank God I've been lucky, health wise. I have been careful to be tested many times. I have been with my wife for 22 years and screwed around while we were going steady, when we were engaged, and even on our honeymoon. Whenever I'm tempted I make a move on the woman in question. I think it extraordinary that so many of them respond favorably. Quite frankly, I don't understand this, and if you can shed some light on it, Doc I would appreciate it.

"Oh, yeah, the next girl was named, Joanie. Believe it or not, my mother fixed me up with her. She was new in town, about to go off to college, and her mother met mine, and so on. Anyway, I was given some spending money to take her to the movies and went over to her place to pick her up sight unseen. I guess this was my first blind date. It goes without saying that I was stunned at finding a real beauty waiting for me. I think from what followed, that she liked what she saw as well. 

"The movie theater was about half full, for we had arrived for an early performance, we diligently finished our popcorn and soda, and settled back to watch the film. After twenty minutes I finally put my arm around Joanie's shoulders. There was a sense of welcome in this and my confidence soared. I moved my face a fraction of an inch toward hers. Joanie moved too, and not away. Ever so slowly, we inched closer. I could smell her fragrance, and had an erection that was probably worth considering a deadly weapon. 

"Then we kissed each other for the first time. I had learned something about kissing from Barbara. It turned out that Joanie had little experience in kissing. Something I had to struggle to understand given her good looks and all.

"Her lips were soft and warm. I knew enough not to force my tongue into her mouth, and contented myself with gently sucking on first her lower lip, and them on the upper. Just licking and sucking and it drove Joanie wild.

"We came up for air and she gasped, "Wherever did you learn to kiss like that?"

"I told her the truth. "I had a girlfriend last year. We fooled around some."

"I've never had a boyfriend," she said wistfully, then stared into my eyes. "Would you like to kiss me again?"

"Yes I would."

"We repeated the kiss, and Joanie was moaning quietly in my arms. 

"Want to make the kisses better?" I asked.

"Sure . . . how?" Joanie asked with a natural curiosity.

"When you feel my lips, open your mouth just a little."

"She did so, and rather than rush my tonguing, I licked and sucked each lips again, and when she moaned, I sent my tongue out and between her parted lips. I found her tongue and touched it sending a shock throughout Joanie's nervous system. I pulled back and waited for her response. A second or two went by, and it seemed an eternity to me, as I wondered if I'd gone too far. But then her tongue ventured out after mine, as she grew to understand what was happening. Our tongues flicked and prodded, teasing each another; our mutual hunger feeding on it. I grew daring enough to put a hand on her ass, and gently squeezed her soft resilient flesh. She moaned with delight.

"Suddenly Joanie gasped and pulled away.

"I know, I know," I said quickly, "It's kinda shocking at first, but trust me, you'll love this. Give it another chance, please?"

"Okay, but it did frighten me."

"Close your eyes and we'll start over, okay?'

"Okay," she said, closing her eyes, and this time my tongue slipped in and began the wonderful exploration of her virgin mouth. Within a minute Joanie was holding my face in her hands and hungrily tonguing me back.

"We took a short break and I said, "You've never necked before, have you?"

"Never," Joanie responded, laying her head on my chest. "But I like it a lot."

"I knew things would get even better when her hand began rubbing my chest through the sweater I wore; and, twisting in her arms, I reached out to caress her face.

"I want you to understand something Joanie," I said. I don't do this with just anyone." I sensed all resistance that might be left melting. "I want to hold you tight, and we really can't do it here because of all the people around us. "

"Should we just leave then?" Joanie asked, obviously having no experience in such matters at all.

"I think it best, yeah."

"We left the movie house and walked a half block to an alley. I guided Joanie into the ally and discovered that it had a slight curve that afforded us cover from being seen by passersby in the street.

"It's not the cleanest place in the world, Joanie, by we have our privacy."

"Ignoring my comment, Joanie's husky voice pleaded, "Kiss me again, please, Johnny," 

I heard the urgency in her voice, and took her in my arms and kissed her hard. She responded in kind. The kiss gained heat, and my hands came to her face, holding her cheeks in my own palms, guiding her. Joanie's lips worked hungrily against mine, and I felt and heard her moan into my throat. 

"Urging my hips into her, I gave Joanie a taste of my erection.

"Breaking off the kiss, she looked at me and sighed. "Did I do that to you?"

"Yes," I said keeping it simple.

"Wow!"

"I pulled her back against it, and within seconds Joanie drove her crotch up to make contact with my hardon. This was my first and finest moment in dry humping. Joanie's too, for that matter, only I suppose I shouldn't speak for her. She might have had better some other time. But that first time is special though. Between the tonguing and grinding, Joanie was going mad with desire. 

"Into her ear I husked, "I wish we didn't have these clothes between us while we're doing this," and emphasized my words with a long, hard rub of her groin with his.

"Maybe we can," she gasped, "just this once." 

"My tongue left her lips and went to the hollow of her throat. Joanie groaned out loud as my throbbing prick pushed into once again. Joanie went wild, pumping her pelvis into mine with a frenzy that frightened me to some extent. I still believe to this day that we both came. I know I did. And I know that Joanie shuddered convulsively and went slack in my arms, but I never asked.

"You'll have to excuse me," I told her as she stood with her head hanging down, unable to look at me.

"Joanie?"

"Huh?"

"I, err, I came in my shorts, and I need to clean it up, so please don't freak out on me. I'm gonna take my penis out. But just to clean it off, all right?"

"I guess," she mumbled, her head still down.

"Yanking my jeans down, I quickly pushed my jockeys to my knees and wiped myself off with a handkerchief. Glancing at Joanie, I found her staring wide-eyed at my dick. Now I had just come, but it wasn't shriveled up at all. In fact it was still formidable in size.

"I knew she had never seen one before and so I risked everything and said, "Go on, touch it if you want to."

"But she didn't."

"With her eyes fixed on my dick, her hands went under her skirt and she pulled her white cotton panties down around her ankles; then freed one foot by kicking from the leg hole. It was my turn to stare, and I did, taking in her pubes and the narrow brown patch of pubic hair covering her pussy lips.

"My dick twitched, and made her laugh nervously. "I can't believe we're doing this," Joanie said.

"Me neither," was my best response.

"Tentatively, Joanie wrapped her hand around my engorged cock, slowly stroking at first, but then after I made it throb in her fist, she opened her hand and looked at it as it lay in her palm. 

"What . . . What's this?" Joanie asked, as a large drop of precum seeped out of the tip of my dick.

"It's what's called precum," I told her. "It kinda lubricates the head of my . . . you know."

"I see," she replied, absently running her thumb over the head of my dick, spreading the slippery liquid evenly over the entire surface.

"Now what?" Joanie asked, as she studied the veins running the length of my manhood.

"You wanna jerk me off?" I asked, hoping I got a yes.

"She licked her lower lip, and said, "How?"

"Like before when you were pumping it up and down with your hand."

"This way?" Joanie responded, jerking me off perfectly.

"Exactly . . . boy you catch on quick, don't you?"

"Joanie gave me a shy smile, "I try," she said, looking intently at her work.

"Squeeze it hard, Joanie. You won't hurt it, go ahead and squeeze."

She did, and it was wonderful. I was thinking how to get her to suck it, when Joanie said, "Do you want to play with my titties?"

"If you think its okay."

"Of course it is. I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

"My fingers shook as I pulled her sweater up and over her head. I laid it carefully on my jeans to keep it clean and looked down at her bra covered tits. Her nipples already aroused, strained against the twin cups constraining them. I kissed one through the silky fabric of her bra, causing Joanie to moan with pleasure.

"God that feels good," she whispered, as if we were in church. "Please, do it again?"

"This time I followed the kiss with a languorous lick. Joanie was stroking my boner with one hand while the other rumpled my hair. I nipped the nipple and felt Joanie tremble.

"The other one, quick . . . do the other one!"

"Moving to the other breast, I repeated my actions, this time adding a gentle breeze after sucking the nipple through the silky material by blowing on the turgid bud.

"Her hand was moving more rapidly upon my dick, masturbating furiously, and I knew I'd be spurting soon and tried to hold back.

"Take my bra off . . ." Joanie groaned, and I noted that she was trembling again.

"I fumbled with the catch. It wasn't the last time that's happened to me. It still does from time to time. Suddenly I managed it, and the bra cups came off in my hands. I slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. I felt the bra fall away, and laid it on top of her sweater, and then gazed at her marvelous chest. Joanie's tits were bigger than Barbara's. Hell, Barbara's were mosquito bites with small nipples. Joanie had little pear shaped titties with strawberry tipped nipples. I still think today that they were magnificent, perfectly in scale with the rest of her young, lithe body.

"My eyes must have been big as saucers. My mouth closed around her naked breast for the first time. The pleasure shot straight to my brain, and to my crotch. I felt myself boiling over and began doing multiplication tables in my head to keep from focusing on what I didn't want to happen so soon.

"I bit a little too hard and Joanie cried out in pain.

"Sorry, sorry," I said, in consternation, for I had loved biting down on them, yet realized how tender they must be. I made a note to investigate that aspect of tit play, for there had to be a way to do it without causing pain.

"Joanie promptly gave me the answer. "I like it when you bite them, but not so hard. Be gentle with them, all right?"

"Mmmm," I replied already back attacking her other nipple with my teeth.

"Ummm, that's better, oh yeah, that's nice, very nice."

"Joanie was stroking slowly now, as if she too sensed how close I was to coming. I buried my face between her breasts, softly kissing and licking the sides of each breast in turn, as she moaned contentedly and increased both the pressure on my dick and the pace of her strokes.

"I . . . "I'm gonna come, Joanie, watch out!"

"She gave me one last jerk, and I spurted three consecutive long lines against the alley wall. It was Joanie's turn to be wide-eyed as she looked on in awe at my dick's performance.

"Wow!" So that's what its like. I mean if it was inside me . . . so that's how we get pregnant," she said more to herself than me.

"When I finished, I whipped out my already stained hanky and cleaned the rest off of my dick, then let it hang limply in front of me.

"It's so small . . . what happened?" Joanie asked.

"I'm not sure. I think the blood rushes in when I get hot, and after I come it leaves my dick and goes . . . well, I don't know where it goes. I don't know where it comes from either." I said.

"Joanie nodded her head in acceptance. And I got another idea."

"My finger lightly glossed over her pussy lips and Joanie jumped in alarm.

"Easy," I said to reassure her. "I'm only doing for you what you did for me."

"Oh, I didn't understand . . ."

"She was obviously willing to let me proceed and I did. I knelt in front of her and reached out and spread her pussy lips apart. I saw her clit peeking out of its hiding place and mentally thanked Barbara for telling me all about clits. My thumb bumped against it, and Joanie let loose with a high pitched, "Oooo!"

"From that point on, I alternated using a finger to fuck her pussy and my thumb to titillate her clit. She was forced to turn and lean her hands against the alley wall while I positioned myself between her legs for the fingering. Joanie began rocking against my hand.

"Y... Y... Yes," she panted, as I increased the tempo of my finger fucking. I distinctly remember my finger was only entering her to my second knuckle before meeting the resistance of her hymen.

"You're so . . . g . . . good at this . . . how?"

"She couldn't finish her sentence, but closed her eyes and concentrated on her impending orgasm. She started pounding her pubes against my finger, and at some point I broke her hymen. I don't know exactly when, for there wasn't sufficient light for me to spot the little blood that Joanie shed.

"Deeper . . . Go deeper," she urged me and without giving it another thought, I did so. Perhaps that's when it happened although I've always suspected it was earlier and she knew exactly when it happened and then urged me on and in. Later Joanie confessed that she'd wanted me as deep in her as possible. She'd dreamed that she was open so wide that I was virtually crawling inside her pussy.

"We both fumbled getting dressed and walked back to the movie theater, and I hailed a cab and took Joanie home.

"Will I see you again?" I asked at her doorstep. We knew her mother was looking out at us through the blinds.

"Yes, sure, when?" Joanie blurted. 

"After school . . . tomorrow?" I suggested.

"Neat! Okay for sure then, tomorrow!" and she turned to enter her house.

"Wait!" I called out.

Joanie turned and gave me a puzzled look.

"Where will we meet?"

"Oh . . . why not c'mon over here."

"I rolled my eyes, and made her laugh. I liked her laugh, it was genuine.

"No, no," she said, "no problem. My mom will leave us alone as long as we're quiet. You can be quiet can't you?" she said teasing me.

"As a church mouse," I responded, making her laugh again.

"And her mother did leave us alone the next day, and the next. She shouldn't have, for we fucked like rabbits each and every time she left the room. The following month we learned that Joanie was pregnant. That ended that. Instead of going off to college, she went to an aunt's to have the baby and I was told I was grounded forever. Joanie's family, not surprisingly, moved several months later. 

"I got a letter from Joanie a year later. The baby, our baby, had been put up for adoption. It was a girl. In the letter Joanie told me she didn't regret a thing that happened and would do it over again if possible. She was seeing another guy, and her mother had her on the pill, just in case. I was not to try and see her. On that she was emphatic. But she did tell me that she had loved me fiercely during our all too brief time together and I found that very consoling, for I too had found a new friend.

END of Tape 1.

John & Argie Ch. 03



Chapter 3 

John Franck, Still Taping



"Here we go again, Doc. Tape #2. Hope your dildo don't break."

"I met an eighteen-year-old high school senior named Grace when I had just turned nineteen. We sort of hung out together for two weeks without ever kissing or even touching anything that might be construed as private. What brought us together, believe it or not was stamps. We both collected stamps. I mean, here I was a college freshman making it with a high school senior. But the stamps brought us together, first in the Stamp Club where we kind of bonded as it were. But, oh, boy, after I kissed her that first time, you couldn't pull us apart. She was attractive and intelligent, but weird in a nice sort of way. I thought she was great. She even had her own car, a 1976 Mustang. 

"As it turned out, she was far more hung up on me than I was on her. What she liked about me was that I was the first guy to go down on her. The consummation as it were, happened this way.

"I went over to her house around six. It was a Thursday and I was there to see her collection of stamps and ostensibly to trade. I had two stamps that Grace coveted. As it turned out we didn't make any trade. Her stamps had far less value than mine. But that's the way it goes.

"We ordered some pizza and watched a movie, with a few hunky guys, but nothing for her to get excited about. She was wearing this blue top cut down to her breasts and she wasn't wearing a bra. Then she had on a denim skirt that barely covered anything. In fact, I caught a glimpse of her white panties with little roses at one point. I wasn't really watching the movie, I was watching her. Remembering back, she seemed to be watching me too, but I didn't notice it at the time. It was about eight when the movie was over and we started talking.

"One thing I noticed was that Grace kept returning her hands to her lap – kept touching the inside of one thigh, maybe absentmindedly, maybe with an ulterior motive, I didn't know. But she had given me a hardon thinking about how I'd like to have my fingers doing all that walking, ya know?

"Anyway, some twenty minutes into a nothing conversation, Grace looked over at me and asked, "So, Johnny, have you ever seen a naked girl? I mean in person. Did'ja ever go all the way?"

"I shifted around on the chair I was sitting in as I answered her."Uh, yeah, Grace, actually I have seen a naked girl, err, woman before."

"With a doubtful expression she looked directly at me and said, "So you have, have you? Well, did you make it with her?"

"I got this kinda shit-eating grin on my puss and told her, "Well, yeah, and with more than one girl, too."

"Her eyes got kinda shiny and her voice dropped in tone; and what came out was husky, even horny. "Go on, Johnny, tell me what happened."

"I told her about, well not everything, but in general I told her about Barbara and Joanie. Enough so that she knew I wasn't bullshitting her. After I'd finished telling her how Joanie had the baby, I looked up at her only to find her smiling and nodding at me. Then without her saying a word, she got up and walked into the kitchen, and came back in a minute holding a carrot. 

"She threw her head back, moved her left hand across her crotch, shot me a glance, and walked off to her bedroom.

"I waited a minute or so as I tried to decide if I should follow or not. Remember, Doc, even though she was younger than me, I wasn't that confident, but I followed her into her bedroom.

"Now one reason I did was that she'd left the door wide open. Grace had just finished removing her panties. I stood in the doorway staring in disbelief at her perfect figure, that awesome form. She put poor Joanie to shame. Her breasts were more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in any magazine or on any movie, and I had seen a few. Her stomach was flat and smooth with only her perfect little belly button breaking its plane. Her legs were long and muscular, strong from running and working out. Her entire body was tan, the result of hours at the beach. Her slender arms crossed her body sensuously, her long fingers rolling over her tits and love mound. Her cunt was neatly trimmed; the first time I'd laid eyes on one like that. It was perfect, simmering and glistening with her juices. She let loose a long sigh and fell back onto her bed, spreading her legs wide, and she smiled at me. 

"Her dark hair covered the pillows and parts of the comforter; and her eyes . . . her eyes still somehow innocent and pure the combination serving to make them so much more erotic.

"She looked at me and in a barely audible voice, said, "Johnny, take off your clothes and come over here."

"I fumbled with my zipper as I tore my T-shirt off my back. I kicked my shoes away into the room, and ripped my socks off. Finally, my boxers came off and my dick sprang out and up at attention. I walked across the room, my dick bouncing against my stomach and thighs, until I stood at her side. She seemed even more beautiful close up. I suspect that might have been the pheromones kicking in on my sensory system, but who knows? I mean a naked woman in heat does things to a guy, ya know?"

"I need your help, Johnny," she whispered. "I need you to oil me down with the baby oil on the table there."

"I stepped over to the bedside table and grabbed the oil. I spilled it into my hands and began to rub her stomach slowly in circles. My hands moved freely over her tanned, taught figure. The oil seeped into her skin, shining in the light of the lamp across the room. My hands worked their way up her stomach to her chest. I circled her breasts and slowly made my way up towards her nipples in slow circles. Finally I ran my finger across her hard nipples as she shuddered and moaned ever so slightly. I then proceeded to rub her shoulders and arms and sweet face. 

"Grace moaned once, and then said, "I believe you, you know. About Barbara, and what was her name? Oh, Joanie. Yeah, I know it's true. And now that I've seen your magnificent looking cock I'm glad I came in here and stripped for you."

"I didn't say a goddamn word. I couldn't."

"Have you ever massaged a girl before?"

"My damn voice cracked as I finally replied. "No . . . but it seems easy enough."

"Grace laughed. "Still growing, huh? Well you're hung plenty enough for little old Gracie here, that's for sure. Can you do my feet?"

"I grunted that I supposed I could, and moved to her feet. But instinct . . . ya know Doc, I should mention this 'cause it might be relevant. My instincts with regard to women and what they want and when they want things has been true all my life. I don't know why; it just works that way. And so it was with Grace. She'd asked me to massage her feet. Okay, I could do that easily enough, but my instinct told me to do otherwise and I always follow that instinctive impulse. 

"So I licked the soles of her feet, and then sucked her toes as she writhed and giggled in pleasure. Next I oiled her feet and began moving ever so slowly up her calves and onto her thighs --- her inner, more sensitive thighs.

"It's funny, 'cause while I was trying to decide to go down on her or not, she turned over, and so I continued rubbing the oil on her back, shoulders, legs and ass. Now I had the king of all hardons, but I told myself, all in good time, my man, all in good time. I truly believe it paid dividends later on. 

"I took special time with her shoulders and butt, making her groan in pleasure as I rubbed her down. Finally, after close to thirty minutes of my hands exploring and pleasuring her entire body, I thought Grace was ready for me to finish her treatment.

"Needless to say, I was caught off guard when she rolled over. I thought she was presenting her pussy to me, but I was wrong. She reached beside the bed and picked up that damned carrot and shoved it into her snatch; and she was while teasing her clit with the other hand. 

"I sat on the bed and jerked off. Slowly, of course, in case she suddenly changed her mind. Still it was something to see, I mean she was hot, really hot and so was I.

"Grace began moaning, and using a sort of mantra, like, "Oh, Oh, that feels good!" 

"She sucked in her breath and moaned as if someone was fucking her, "Deeper! Deeper! Oh, yeah, fuck me deeper. Oh yeah! That's just what I need; shove that hard cock into me!"

"She exhaled and resumed her chant, ""Oh, Oh, that feels good!"

"I broke my silence and approached with my stiff cock in hand. "Grace, you want . . ."

"Fuck off!" She yelled, opening her eyes and seeing me and my offering.

"Then, closing her eyes again she continued, "Oh, yeah, fill my aching hole until you explode in me. I wanna melt around you."

"Grace's hips were bucking up and down, and her tits, which were quite well defined, were quaking with every movement. The carrot was glistening with her juices, and she had the bed rocking pretty good. I had quit jerking off, mesmerized by her weird actions.

"I coughed, and Grace looked up suddenly, screwing up her eyes to get a look at me without her glasses. She looked as if she were coming out of a trance and had suddenly recognized me. She opened her mouth but said nothing for a moment. Then she dropped the carrot, grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to her neck and sputtered out, "JOHNNY! I . . . I forgot all about you."

"I said, "Grace, I've been standing here the entire time. Now don't get upset, I don't mind, but you know you could have had the real thing. As I was telling her this, her eyes wandered to my cock and she leaned forward, reached out and planted a wet kiss on it.

"Yeah," she cooed, "the real thing."

"I made my way onto the bed and covered her lips with mine and we began a torrid kissing session. Grace wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss all over my face, licking my eyebrows, nibbling on my ears, running her tongue tip lightly over my lips. For my part, I nibbled on the tip of her nose, kissed the base of her throat and eyelids. Most importantly, I sent two fingers into her sodden pussy.

"I kissed my way down to her breasts and began to work on her nipples. Grace relaxed and started rubbing the back of my neck and moaning softly as I kissed and sucked and nibbled on each nipple, while fingering her to an orgasm that she herself had begun with the damn carrot; which by the way, I found poking at my ass as I fingered her. I tossed it onto the floor beside the bed and went down on her --- mashing my face into her slippery slit and wallowing in her copious fluids.

"I worked on her clit, pulling it between my lips and teasing it with my tongue until Grace was moving her hips up and down lightly, and when she started this, I reached down and located the carrot and stuck it into her cunt and began to slowly pump it in and out of her. Grace spread her legs wide and began to quiver with each stroke from the carrot. I moved down and began to lick the carrot, then grasped it between my teeth and started to face fuck her pussy using the carrot as my tongue. 

"Grace went wild. Her legs suddenly wrapped around my head, but I continued to move the carrot in and out of her. After about ten minutes, Grace began to mew softly, and begged me to move faster and faster. I responded to her wishes, and began to move my head up and down as fast as I could with her legs wrapped around it. Then my cock got my attention as blue balls set in. I pulled the carrot out of her sodden pussy and began to kiss my way back up her flat firm belly to her marvelous tits, stopping long enough to position my dick inches away from her hot pussy. Slowly I moved on up to her lips and just as I pushed my tongue between them, I shoved my cock into her pussy. 

"Grace took it well, shaking all over and thrusting her hips up to me, impaling herself totally on my cock. God I loved the feel of her tight pussy on my cock!

"Our tongues met in battle in her mouth, and soon hers was cleaning her juices from my mouth and lips, then she invaded my mouth, running over my gums and teeth while I fucked her using long, slow thrusts and cupped one of her tits, squeezing it to the rhythm of my cock moving in and out of her cunt. Grace moaned and reached down to cup my balls in her hand. She soon was squeezing them lightly to the same rhythm that I was using on her tit, and I could feel her cunt tightening on my cock.

"Deep within me I could feel that tightening feeling that said I would soon release my load.

"Baby," I said, "You on the pill or something?"

"Grace was completely lost in our movements, and failed to answer me.

"'Fuck it,' I told myself, 'I asked, didn't I? So she didn't answer, she knew the possible consequences, she being seventeen and all.' "

"Her breathing began to get ragged and I could feel her stomach ripple beneath mine as her orgasm began to build. Soon her cunt really tightened around my cock and began to spasm. I could feel my sperm begin to rise in my balls just as Grace let loose with a scream and her cunt began to spasm like a wild thing around my cock. I lost all control and began to thrust into her like a wild man, and after once such thrust, while deep inside her, I released my life generating flood at the entrance to her cervix.  

"Grace screamed, "OH, JOHNNY! YOU MADE ME COME! OH YOU FEEL SOOOOO GOOD IN ME!"

"I continued pumping my seed until I could do nothing more but lie on top of her and allow my sperm to trickle into her. Eventually, Grace stopped moving, and I could feel her heart pounding within her chest while her pussy still clutched my cock. Soon my cock began to soften then it slipped from her pussy and lay crushed up against her slit.

"Grace finally moved, rolling me off over her, and kissed her way down to my cock, where she began to lick and suck on it. Soon she had it totally clean, but ready to be covered with her juices again. 

"She smiled up at me and said, "You know, "Johnny, you're the first guy to make me come. Can we do it again in a little while?"

"When will your parents be getting home?" I asked.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed. "Get dressed! My mother will be here any minute. She'll kill the both of us."

"I was already off the bed and pulling on my pants. It turned out that we'd just finished dressing and settled back down on the couch looking at the stamp collection when the door opened and her mother walked in with an armload of groceries. I leapt up and helped her with them, and she seemed genuinely pleased by my actions and said nothing of our being alone in the house together. In fact, she told me I was welcome anytime.

"Oh, Doc, one more thing about Grace and me. I mean, we fucked steadily for quite a while. And after we broke up, other high school girls came onto me. Now I was a poor kid, struggling to make it in college, and worse, I was without wheels. But the daddies of the girls I was banging took care of all my transportation needs."

*****

"The next woman I dated was Deana. She was a natural blond, a born flirt, and the best kisser I have ever known. I thought it was a miracle, a hallucination or a practical joke when she kissed me at a summer party my sophomore year. For three months we were very happy together. Her parents were very cool about it -- one time her dad actually caught us on the living room floor. My shirt was off and she'd unbuttoned my pants. She was sitting on top of me, her own shirt unbuttoned and her hair all messed up.

"Her dad stood behind us, but didn't turn on the lights. I guess he couldn't really see what was going on, but I think he knew. He said, "Deana?" She replied, "I know, Daddy. I'll turn off all the lights and lock the doors when he leaves. He's not going anywhere . . . right now." 

"I swear that this is exactly what she said. Her dad replied, "All right, honey. Be good. Good night." 

I have always envied the relationship that Deana had with her dad. How could he be so calm about his eighteen year old daughter attacking a twenty-year-old like that? Anyway, Deana and I had a fantastic summer together, and it began at that party I just mentioned."

"The party itself hadn't managed to live up to its hype, ya know? I mean, say the magic words, 'There's gonna be a party,' and everyone goes apeshit. I mean, am I right, or what? There was a big crowd and all, with everybody drinking; and some hot music was blasting out of the stereo. But, the spark of excitement that makes a party successful wasn't there. Ah, but that all changed when this attractive couple started to neck passionately on the dance floor.

"Not that that was all that unusual, I mean they must have slow danced for about three songs. Suddenly the girl, a petite blonde, about nineteen or twenty, knelt down, unzipped the guy's fly, and extracted his very erect cock. The place fell silent as more and more people became aware of what was happening and formed a circle around them on the dance floor.

"How far do you think they'll go?" I heard this young brunette ask her date.

"I don't know, but I'm sure going to stick around to find out," he answered.

"Yeah, sure, like anyone would leave at a time like that? We watched the couple's progress until they moved to the couch, where the blonde sat primly; her eyes fixated on his dick which, by the way, is pointing at her mouth as he's standing directly in front of her.

"I heard the brunette next to me gasp when the young blonde lowered her mouth tenderly over his cock and began to bob her head up and down on him --- slowly at first --- then more vigorously. I had to adjust myself because I was rock hard, horny and hurting.

"The guy, maybe twenty, or twenty-one, was grunting and groaning, as he approached his climax. But, rather than come in his date's mouth, he pulled out and stretched her across the couch. Without bothering to lower his trousers, he lifted her skirt, revealing long shapely legs, covered in sheer pantyhose. With a vicious yank, he pulled the pantyhose (she wore nothing under them) to her knees, and then, using his legs forced her thighs wide apart and buried his cock in her ready pussy.

"I know I gasped at his actions, and my guess is that the others did as well. It wasn't rape by any stretch of the imagination. The blonde was definitely into it. In seconds (she took a moment to rid herself of the pantyhose) they were fucking wildly on the couch as the rest of the party goers formed a semi-circle around them, urging them on.

"The guy had already plucked (the only word that works for what he did) both tits from her dress and was mauling them as he humped her. Just before he came, the guy pulled out and shot his load over her chest, getting jizm on both her tits and the bodice of her dress.

"The rest of us laughed nervously as the couple tried to compose themselves before retiring to the bathroom. 

"Now this was a huge house and there were, counting the couple in the restroom, twelve others; seven girls and five guys. I was there only because of Grace, and because of her I was catnip to the rest of the girls and so the guys wanted me around. Gerry Malone, the school's star quarterback, told me to show up and so I did. Although it cost me nearly fifteen bucks in cab fare to find the house where the party was going on.

"I recalled Gerry's telling me as I walked in the door that "This is going to be some night!" I considered Gerry a prophet from then on, for it certainly was a night I never forgot. 

"You could sense the sexual tension in the room building from the moment the blonde went down on the guy, who also happened to be named Jerry, but with a J.

"With the couple in the bathroom we turned into lemmings, and everyone headed outside to the pool. The air was warm and the water looked great. One by one everyone stripped and hopped into the water. I found myself near a natural blond, named Deana, who I knew was a senior and a cheerleader.




John & Argie Ch. 03



"You're Johnny right?" she said sticking her lovelies out at me.

"I am," I answered, and reached out to cup both of her breasts.

"Hey!" Deana yelped, "Aren't you gonna kiss me first?"

"I looked into her eyes and saw pure lust. I glanced over her shoulder and saw two couples already fucking in adjoining lounges, one of which was sagging under that couple's weight.

"I looked back at Deana, it turned out that by checking out the others I gave her self-confidence a twist. She thought that I was looking for a better opportunity than her. Of course I wasn't; I was only scoping things out. After all, this was obviously now a full fledged orgy.

"C'mere," I said, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her so close my dick rammed against her pussy. We shared a long kiss, and I felt her nipples grow hard against my chest. My dick was rubbing against her crotch and Deana reached down and placed me at her slit. I shoved and entered her. Lifting her legs up so that she had them wrapped around my waist, I sat down on the second step of the pool and we were off, enjoying a nice slow fuck.

"You have a nice cock," she whispered after removing her tongue from my ear. I responded by leaning forward and chomping on her left nipple.

"JESUS!" Deana groaned. That was delicious!" 

"I did it again and felt her cunt tighten two notches around my cock. I could hear heavy breathing and moaning all around me. I was very close to coming, but I wanted to last as long as I could, so I grabbed Deana by the hips, and had her stay still. Then I glanced up at our host and saw that he and his girl were naked, tangled up with another couple on a big pool float. I pulled Deana back to me, and we looked around to see what the other people were doing.

"What they were doing for the most part, was going down on one another. The couple that started it all had returned, and had started a kind of chain in that she was blowing him again, and a girl who's name I think was Tina, was eating the blonde's pussy and another girl named Aura had Jerry with a J fingering and lapping away at her cunt.

"The remaining two girls and guys were getting it on poolside on the lounges, one of which had broken in the process, but hadn't lost its passengers. The pool area was filled with moaning and laughter. 

"I came in Deana's snatch, and we kissed each other passionately for a while. Then she coyly separated from me, saying, "Let's try some of the others."

"I was game for it and selected the blonde who had started it all. Her name was Olive, of all things, but I didn't laugh, I was too taken with her magnificent tits and the memory of her pouty mouth sucking Jerry's dick.

"We kissed for a few minutes and I fondled her major assets, then she asked me if I needed some help in getting my engine up and going. Not being a complete idiot, I nodded, and then said, "I'll take all the help I can get."

"Olive grabbed a cushion from the broken lounge and knelt on it, took my semi-hard dick between her lips and she looked up at me with my cock in her mouth. I practically melted at the sight. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations that ran through my body. I warned her when I was ready to come, to my surprise she kept my cock in her mouth. I had expected her to stop and finish me off with a fast fuck, but she continued jacking my dick and sucking hard. I came just as hard. After the first two eruptions, she pulled her head off my cock and let my come dribble back down on it. The last few spurts dribbled out the end of my cock. I looked down at her to find that she was looking up at me with a sparkle in her eyes. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. It was a hard passionate kiss. She giggled and sent some of the sperm she hadn't swallowed back into my mouth. I swallowed it as she giggled even harder.

"I got us a couple of beers and we sat watching the others finish up. Then Olive bounced away from me, or least her firm tits did; and climbed up on a poolside table and made an announcement. 

"Ladies, ladies, May I have your attention, please?"

"One by one everyone turned toward Olive --- including Deana, who had been going down on a girl with raven hair and small breasts. I later learned her name was Maddy. The remaining girl, Ronnie, was trying to get Gerry's dick to rise by sucking him. She was having moderate success at it.

"Let's move it back inside. The neighbors will be coming home soon and if they see us out here by the pool they're sure to call the police. We don't want that, do we?"

"A chorus of "No's" filed the air, and everyone made for the sliding glass doors by the pool that led into the over-sized master bedroom.

"Looking back at the moment, I have to smile. For what I call to mind is Gerry's eyes and how big they got when he first saw Aura, a magnificent specimen, lying there on the bed with her legs spread, with Olive preparing to go down on her.

"I heard Ronnie tell Gerry, "Go on baby, she's waiting for a cock – she wants someone to fuck her." 

"Aura heard her, and glanced at his erection with her big brown eyes, then cooed, "I'm here for you, honey!" 

"Gerry climbed onto the bed, and wrapped his hands around her tits, and Olive hopped off the bed and started a video camera. Aura's mouth was devouring Gerry's nipples for a few seconds and then she brazenly thrust her tongue into his mouth. They kissed like that for a moment, and breaking the kiss, she said, "Give it to me now, lover, I want all that you have to give me!"

"He needed no more encouragement. Gerry pushed his hips forward, and buried his cock to the hilt in the wet and pulsing pussy that Olive among others had gotten ready for him. 

"Pump it to me!" Aura cried out, and he complied. He lasted for about five minutes of furious fucking before he filled Aura's pussy with a heavy load.

"Gerry's dick was still dripping when he took it out, but Olive was right there with a cloth to catch it. He held the towel to his cock as he returned downstairs to the living room.

"Billy was immediately on his feet when he heard Gerry on the stairs. He was anxious for his first time with Aura, whom all the guys considered the best looking girl of all. 

"Deana led him upstairs, holding tightly to his erection, and on entering the bedroom, he lost no time at all directing his weapon into the now very wet pussy awaiting him. 

"Billy fucked Aura hard and fast, and in only a minute or two, was adding his load of come to the sampling Gerry had left only a few moments earlier. He too was handed a washcloth, and returned to the living room, holding it as a badge of honor.

"When Lou entered the room, Maddy got up slowly, and walked over to him. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressed her down gently into a kneeling position in front of him. She eagerly complied with his wishes, and took his generously sized cock in her mouth to give it a few licks in preparation for this, his first chance at Aura. Deana knew this would give Olive a few moments to get Aura cleaned up from her first two fucks; so she took her time about it. 

"Then Maddy led Lou over to the bed, and he gazed for a moment at Aura on the bed. Olive had cleaned her up, but there were still some glistening beads of liquid on her cunt hairs. He said nothing, and went straight to his work, plunging his cock into her pussy before he touched her in any other way. He worked his prick in and out of her for a long ten minutes, pausing only long enough to suck on her tits a little before he filled her with his own load of sticky semen. A moment later a weak-kneed Lou was staggering back downstairs.

"I was up next and good old fluffer Tina was already on her knees in front of me, waiting to blow me into readiness in order that Aura would have joined some mysterious circle I'd heard Maddy call, 'Pulling the Train.' 

"What I really wanted to do was a sixty-nine, but Tina wouldn't go for it. Her sole purpose in life at the moment seemed to be prepping me for Aura's cunt.

"I was stiffened up soon enough, and trudged upstairs with Tina to find Olive, Deana, Aura, Maddy and Ronnie waiting for me. 

"Later I learned I won all their hearts with what I did next, for I shunned Ronnie's explicit directions to fuck Aura, and fell face first into her frothy snatch. Sure they had wiped her up after each guy dropped his load in her; but they weren't that good at cleansing her. I took care of that little chore, lapping away and swallowing the combination of sperm and womanly juices that had accumulated in her cunt.

"Aura came twice from my cunnilingus and twice more when I finally slid my dork deep within her gaping cunt. I still hadn't come when I pulled out, turned around and grabbed Ronnie, pulled her onto the bed where she lay half on and half off Aura; and fucked her from behind as the other girls screamed out my name as if I were a rock star. When I was ready to blast off and that took a while, I signaled Tina to move close and fed her my cock just seconds before I exploded into her mouth. Maddy and Aura demanded that she share my spending with them and of course, she did.

"To pooped to pop, I lay on the bed along with all the women as they formed a kind of daisy chain with their heads between one another's thighs. If memory serves, it was Tina on Ronnie; Maddy on Tina; Olive on Maddy; and Deana on Olive. Jerry wandered in and went down on Deana and to top it off, Ronnie sucked Jerry off.

"Doc, I assume you've guessed that Deana and I went our separate ways as soon as school started; and for most of the school year I was quite fucked-up about it. I was a full of rage and pain, and nobody could help me. I had no idea why she broke up with me. She knew I didn't care who she slept with . . . and maybe that was the reason. Anyway, it didn't make things any better when she started dating one of my friends and sleeping with him as well. At any rate, I went the next semester without getting any, and it hurt. It really hurt."

"After Deana I dated a woman named Liz. Liz was a mystically-beautiful hippie type. She was perpetually bored, even during our lame attempts at sex. She would never touch me but permitted me to touch her as much as I liked. So I ended up performing a lot of oral sex on her and that was about it. I speak of this relationship in brief and clinical terms because it was a brief and clinical relationship and the only pussy I would have during that semester."



John & Argie Ch. 04



Chapter 4 

Argie Hears the Tape

John began to relate how he had even cheated on Argie while going steady; and again after they were engaged and even on their honeymoon. 

Shortly before Argie and I got engaged, I went through a series of different jobs as I attempted to find myself a career that would support the two of us. It seems, looking back, that each one found me meeting another woman. Now I did love Argie very much, and still do. But my dick has always led me by the nose, and so on the first of these jobs, a clerical thing with a telecommunication company, I met Jane.

Jane was crazed in bed. She was the most physically active woman I'd ever slept with. She would thrust her hips hard and fast against mine for as long as my cock was inside her. She only got tired after we were finished. She would scream and moan and yell and curse when I ate her delicious pussy with its fluffy pubic hair and fat, tasty labia. She would hold my face by the ears and hair, pressing it into her body when I licked her ass, or stuck my tongue in her asshole. She would forcibly shove my face into her breasts, ordering me to suck and bite her nipples. She would demand that I fuck her. She would always tell me explicitly where she wanted my sperm: "Cum in my pussy! Cum in my mouth! Cum on my tits! Cum on my belly!" 

She always articulated her desire in the most verbally filthy way possible. "Give me head! Fuck my cunt! Suck my tits!" or "Lick your cum off my belly!" 

Jane had a great body. She had small, cute, sexy breasts with large nipples, a long, flat belly that curved outward to her abdomen and then back in to her pussy. She had a gorgeous ass and lovely legs. I'm getting hard thinking about her right now.

Jane was the first woman I've slept with who was as beautiful as a model. She had a tiny nose, sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, perfect hair, and a sharp, sexy grin. She loved to fuck, but since she had been sexually abused as a child by a man who held her down and raped her, we could not do it in the missionary position. That was how she remembered her abuser, him on top of her. 

She loved to fuck in the female superior position or doggy style. She told me once that her uterus was out of place in her body, which made her cunt a lot tighter than it should have been, and that fucking doggy style heightened all sensations for her. 

Fucking Jane always resulted in dozens of scratches, some bruises and lots of sweat. I had to do some quick thinking to explain a few of them to Argie, but she was young and naive, and bought all the bullshit I fed her. It's been a long time since I've had sex with Jane, but I can fantasize about it at a moment's notice. Sex with her was so intense, so passionate and so enjoyable on a base, animalistic level that I will never forget it. It will always be something that I want. 

I don't think Jane and I ever had bad sex, or sex that was less than exhausting. Now, this was the first time I had ever cheated on Argie, I felt very bad about it afterwards, and while I was fucking Jane I couldn't stop thinking about Argie and how hurt she would be if she found out. But that didn't stop me from doing it. I guess I'm just a big prick . . . [laughter on tape.]

Anyway, Jane and I broke up after I quit that job and hired on with a printing company. That's where I met Cathy. Cathy was sexually voracious, but let me initiate everything. She wasn't into any kind of weird sex and that was kind of disappointing. I loved to eat her pussy though, mostly for the taste and excitement, but partially because of her reactions. Cathy allowed me to tie her up, and shave her pubic hair. She also enjoyed spanking, oral sex, and tying me up in turn. Despite all this, it seemed pretty vanilla, largely because she wasn't very enthusiastic for experimentation despite her prodigious sexual appetite. She was so cute and sexy. We broke up after two and a half years of a mostly great relationship that was accompanied by much self-denial . . . you see; her attitudes towards weirdness in sex were duplicated in her daytime life. She'd put up with eccentricity but didn't encourage it. In fact, she didn't understand it at all. But this is probably more than you want to know. 

While dating Cathy, we had a protracted fight because she slept with her ex-boyfriend. During our week-long disagreement, I slept with my ex-girlfriend Jane, not to get back at Cathy but because I'd always wanted to do it again. This was just before Argie and I got married. I was about as horny as I've ever been during this period. Argie and I were making it everywhere. In the morning just after her parents went off to work and before I had to go to my job; and a couple times in the evenings, whenever we could get away; usually in the backseat of my car.

But let me get back to Jane. Jane was more sexually thirsty in bed than ever before, something I didn't think was possible. One night I called her and we talked dirty over the phone for about half an hour, then I told her to come pick me up. I said, "Don't put on panties. Don't put on a bra. Don't even put on shoes. Wear very loose-fitting jeans and come pick me up." When she arrived, I was wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear, no shoes or socks. I got in the car and immediately kissed her, then lowered my hand into her pants. She had shaved her pubic hair. It was a Pavlovian reaction -- as soon as I felt the absence of pubic hair, I got a massive erection. Well, I was hot to trot anyway, of course.

I let the snake out of my pants, and she gasped with delight as she gripped it in her hand. We took turns masturbating each other as she drove back to her house. She begged me not to make her cum as she was driving because she'd have a wreck. Her pussy was absolutely soaked with juices when we arrived. Her pants had a huge, warm, wet spot in the crotch. My hand was covered with it. We almost ran inside. She locked the door and I told her to take off my clothes. When I was naked, I took her clothes off pretty roughly and carried her to the bed. 

I spent a good half-hour to forty-five minutes eating her newly shaven pussy. I loved every minute of it, drinking deeply from her sweating thighs and her juicy, oh so creamy pussy. 

She begged me to let her suck my cock, so I presented her with my erection. She sucked it right down, licking and slurping with a fury, stopping only to ask me if I was ready to cum. I said yes, and she scrambled to her hands and knees with one hand still on my erection. She basically sat right on my hard-on, and fucked herself with it. I barely had to move as she bounced up and down on my cock. She leaned over and licked the entire inside of my mouth with her tongue, then grabbed my head and forced me to suck her nipples. I scratched her back and slapped her ass as she fucked me and I sucked her breasts. 

Soon it was my turn to be the aggressor, and I shoved her off of me, I got off the bed picked her up by the waist and threw her face-down onto the bed with her feet still touching the floor. Only then did I ram my cock into her. She screamed and grunted things like "Fuck my fucking pussy, Goddamn-it!" and "I'm going to cum, you cocksucker!" 

I said, "I'm going to cum on your fucking tits," and she said, "Oh yes, on my tits, and I'll lick it off my fingers, oh baby," or something like that. So at the climactic moment I pulled out, and jerked off as she rolled over and pressed her breasts together. I came very hard on her tits, and as she rubbed it in with her hands she managed to catch some sperm on her tongue and swallowed it. 

After this, she went into the bathroom and pissed noisily, making sure I could hear it. Back in bed, she asked me if I wanted to suck her hairless pussy again. Before she finished her question I was back between her strong legs, sucking for all I was worth, loving the feel of her large, pussy lips in my mouth. She asked me to sit up and bend over, and I complied. She wet her fingers in her pussy, and stuck first one, then two, then three and finally all four into my ass. She knelt behind me and thrust her hips against her hand as if she was a man fucking my ass. It hurt some at first, but I got used to it, and soon enough I was jerking off while she fucked my ass with her hand. 

At the point when I actually began to enjoy her fucking me, Jane turned me over and, still fingering my ass, stared to blow me. A few moments before I would have cum from her adroit cocksucking, she did something to me that was a first. Pressing violently against my prostate gland, she caused me to undergo a massive orgasm which quickly filled her hot mouth with my sperm. She swallowed most of it, and then kissed me deeply, spitting my cum back into my mouth. I returned the favor, and we did this until all the sperm vanished.

Now back to Cathy. While I was dating her, I had another experience. I had been flirting with another woman named Casey at work. We were interested in each other but couldn't get together. One night we ran into each other at an art show, and she drove me home. We sat on the couch and talked for a while, getting closer and closer until we had our legs thrown over each other's and my cock mashed against her ass. I asked her to come upstairs with me and she agreed. To make a long story short, we ended up naked on my bed. 

I discovered her pussy was shaved, and immediately begged her to let me eat it. I spent a long time sucking gently on her shaven crotch. That was the only sex we had, aside from a few minutes when she played with, and sucked me off. 

Later she told me that a female friend of hers was interested in having a three-way with her and me. Was I interested? You bet I was, unfortunately, it never came to pass. 

A curious situation developed while Argie and I were on our honeymoon in Las Vegas. I had an unusual run of luck at the crap tables, and was mistaken for a high roller by a man and wife who were almost flat broke. I won't mention any names here, for they later came into a great deal of money and would gladly have spent a great deal of it to get even with me for what I did to them.

Doc, I'm also changing exactly what happened to make it difficult for them to find me should this tape ever get lost, if you know what I mean.

They had been watching me add to my winnings and when I wandered to the bar, insisted on buying me a drink, saying they'd bet along with me and wanted to repay me.

I led them to believe that I was a wealthy playboy on my third honeymoon, only because I was interested in his wife. I knew there would be a pitch coming and waited patiently for it. During the wait, his wife rested a breast on my arm as I listened to her hubby extolling the virtues of his fast rising company.

She was about forty, some ten years or so younger than he. I'll call her Vivian. She had wavy red hair complete with gray streaks. Vivian looked great for a woman her age, wearing a cream colored gown that let you know she had a great pair of tits.

You may be wondering where Argie was all this time. One, she was in our room regaling her mother about my winnings, and following that was to have her hair done for the shows we were going to see that evening. I had at least a two hour window to fool around with.

Vivian's husband finally got around to my money. I assured him that I had a lot of it and if needed to get twice as much from my father by placing a phone call. He got so excited over this news that he almost wet himself.

By the way, now Vivian had both tis mashed against my arm.

He made his pitch. It seems his business just needed a little more capital to put it over the top, and if I was interested, why I could get in on a deal that would triple my investment in two months time.

I began rubbing Vivian's thigh, as I pondered the offer. Her tits remained firmly locked on my arm. Letting my hand move up so that I was almost cupping her cunt in my hand, I said bluntly, "I can tell you now, the answer is no."

. 

He smiled at me, and said, "I can see that you're more interested in my wife than my proposition."

I nodded, and said, "So?"

"So, I propose that you have the use of my wife, Vivian in return for a two month loan of . . . say, $490,000."

I turned to face Vivian, and said, "Exactly how do I get to use her?"

"Anyway you choose."

Vivian smiled at me, and abruptly pulled away so that her tits no longer rested against me, and my hand was drifting aimlessly in the air, inches from her mons.

"You understand that I'm here on my honeymoon. I hardly have time to . . . um, make use of your wife, and as lovely as she is, I can't jeopardize my marriage. I must also consider the fact that there may be a risk of blackmail here, so no, I can't accept the offer."

"We, err, have anticipated that, and will gladly allow you the use of our suite . . . actually room 2424 any time you want it."

"But will Vivian be there whenever I can get away?"

"The deal is . . . Vivian will remain in the room. I will leave it, when necessary, of course, but she will remain there, awaiting your, um, requirements."

"I agree, but you will have to wait a week for the money."

"Why a week?"

"I'm on my honeymoon, any request for a sum as large as you require would be questioned. I have to be home to avoid unnecessary or complicated questions."

"I understand," he said, and glanced at his wife. "I agree," he said, and Vivian was back against me, having thrust her pelvis out in search of my wandering hand.

"Let's get started right now," I said and got up, not bothering to hide my erection.

Vivian and I took the elevator to room 2424. Once inside she promptly got rid of the cream colored gown and stood before me in a lavender garter belt and thigh high stockings that almost matched her gown in color.

"Suck me off," I said, bluntly, and shocked her.

"What?" Vivian said, glaring at me as I smiled back at her. I thought about having her

husband watch us as I degraded her as I unzipped my pants and shook my hardon at her.

She took my engorged cock in with a sort of horrified look on her face. I concluded that I was larger than what she was used to, and laughed.

She walked over to the bar in garter-belt and heels, made herself a stiff drink, downed it in two gulps, then returned to me. Without saying another word, she obediently kneeled down in front of me and gingerly took my cock in her hand. I made it pulse as she gripped it.

Vivian pointed my cock towards her scarlet lips and closed her eyes in disgust as she leaned towards my cock. I placed my hand behind her elegantly cut hair and pushed her head forward. With a choking sound, my cock entered into her mouth, and those ruby lips wrapped tightly around me. Her eyes flashed open in anger, but my cock silenced any protest. She tried to pull her head back, and I allowed her a few inches before pulling her head back down on me again.

"Not bad," I critiqued. "But unless you put something into it, the deal's off."

Her nostrils flared in pure anger, but she started bouncing her head faster on my cock. One of her tits was bouncing against my thigh. I held her hair tightly in my hand as a sign of my dominance. Her lips were tight against me but she seemed to have a problem getting all of me into her mouth. I pushed down harder, and found a nipple and squeezed it.

She moaned, letting me know I was hurting her.

"Come on," I said criticizing her talent. "Suck it! I want to feel your mouth on me; I want to feel that tongue work its magic."

Vivian's cheeks caved inward in response, and my cock was gripped in a wonderful suction. I pinched her nipple harder as my cock bounced off the back of her throat. I remained still, letting the whore do all the work. My balls were buried between the cleavage of her tits, slipping against the sweat of her skin.

"Faster, you slut," I grunted. Her head moved faster, sucking my cock for dear life. She was grunting now and her chest was heaving from the effort. Her lipstick was smeared all over my cock, and I smirked at the wrinkles appearing under eyes as her makeup sweated. She might have been over forty, but she was decent for a cocksucker.

I pulled her by the hair so that only her mouth covered the tip of my cock. Then I squeezed her tits around my balls, which was easy with her large, pliant breasts. With the length of my cock in full view, covered with her spit and lipstick, I gave her a final command.

"Now use your tongue and show me how fast you can flick me."

She growled in anger, but I felt her tongue flick over my cock none the less. Her green eyes stared at me in loathing while her tongue tapped rapidly over the opening of my cock. I began to wonder if I would be capable of fucking Argie on returning to my room.

I was getting ready to explode, and moaned in warning; Vivian's eyes widened in alarm. She knew now that I intended to cum in her mouth. I tightened my grip on the back of her head.

A second later my cock erupted, sending a glob of cum onto her still flicking tongue. I felt her recoil, but my grip on her head was too tight. I pulled her hair back so that my cock could escape her lips, and then I stroked myself once, then twice, and sent another rope of my load up onto her horrified face.

After allowing myself the pleasure of seeing my cum all over her face, I forced her head back down onto my still spurting cock until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

"Ahhh," I sighed, "How many grooms get a blowjob from somebody else's wife while on their honeymoon?"

Vivian squirmed in my lap but I kept her head pinned.

"Now you wait here, I'll be back after I service my bride a couple times. Tell you what. I want you to practice licking assholes. You can practice on your hubby since he is one." That said, I flung her head away from me, tucked my cock away and left her kneeling in the middle of the room.

I met Argie a little later and as we went out on the town, I checked out of the hotel, and booked us into an even better one. I guess I was lucky in that I never met them again. I really think he would have tried to have me killed for what I did to them.

After we were married, I started reading the Village Voice, and took note of the personal ads. It wasn't long before I located the local version of the 'Voice,' and placed my own ad. I won't bore you with the details, but I did receive a single response. I agreed to meet the woman at a local restaurant where we talked for a very long time and found that we had quite a lot in common. Her name was Molly and she was a social activist, volunteer, and tae kwon do expert. In short, she was your basic bad-assed modern woman. I was immensely attracted to her for that alone. Physically, she was a knockout: long black hair, penetrating eyes, smooth milky skin, large-boned, buxom, and need I add, muscular. 

She drove me home that night, and in the parking lot I asked if I could kiss her goodnight. She seemed taken aback, but only for a moment, then she agreed. Our goodnight kiss turned into a very hot make out session in her car. After half an hour of this she drove us back to her place where yes, we did have sex. She was amazing in bed, a very skilled practitioner of oral sex and manipulator of the prostate. Her body was large and shapely, soft but muscular and flexible. Her breasts and nipples were quite large. Her ass was broad and curvy. Her pubic hair was thick on top, but light, and neatly trimmed around her labia and anus. She was a very enthusiastic sex partner. Molly also seemed very needy. Almost immediately she told me of her many boyfriends who had unceremoniously dumped her for one half-assed reason or another. 

After a few days I discovered why: Molly was very, very annoying. Despite her intelligence, her wit, and her open mind, she possessed a singular ability to annoy the shit out of me. She was incredibly abrasive and almost totally unaware of this flaw. Her roommates hated her and soon I understood why they avoided her and why her relationships never lasted very long. I couldn't understand it - she was virtually perfect except for this one unforgivable, uncorrectable thing. But I didn't have the courage or the heart to break off our new relationship. 




John & Argie Ch. 04



A month or so after our first date, she left the country for a vacation. While Molly was gone I met a woman named Nancy online. Of course, I had no idea what Nancy looked like. And no, we didn't meet in any kind of sex-related chat room. But we did discover that we shared a lot of common interests, ideas and goals, and soon I felt like the best part of my day was getting on my PC at night to chat with Nancy. Of course I told her all about Molly, and she seemed sympathetic. Nancy told me all about her current boyfriend too. You've probably already foreseen the next step here: Nancy and I exchanged photos, and decided to meet. It's a cliché now, but at the time it was unheard of. 

She hopped a plane and came to visit me. Argie was pregnant with our first and spending a lot of time at her mother's. Nancy and I met for lunch and really hit it off. I knew I'd be in her pants within the hours and casually asked her where she was staying.

It was a motel near the airport, which was fine with me, as I didn't know anyone who frequented that area. She didn't protest when I asked if she wanted to go back to her room.

I began my seduction by lightly stroking her arm, and then I kissed her hand. She closed her eyes and sighed. I raised my face to hers and asked if I could kiss her. She opened her eyes, nodded slightly and leaned forward slowly, lips parted, trembling. We kissed, tenderly at first, then passionately, then roughly. Our hands roamed freely around each others' bodies. Soon we adjourned to bed, where we undressed and made very tender love. I explored Nancy's soft, gorgeous body very slowly and carefully. Her upper torso was covered with freckles which excited me tremendously. I kissed her heavy, full breasts, with their light-colored areole and tiny freckles. I moved down to her belly and hips, broad and soft and gently licked her tiny clitoris until she came sweetly into my mouth, whispering her pleasures aloud. It was so wonderful and pleasurable, very romantic and very exciting ... I'm shaking a little even now as I write about it. 

I stayed with her until I knew I had to call Argie, and did so from the lobby of the motel. Argie never suspected a thing. Then I went back to the room and fucked Nancy again.

When Molly returned, I told her everything. I could almost see her heart break. I professed my love for her, and swore I would never see Nancy again. Molly quickly forgave me, and I learned something about women and their insecurities. She even offered to have Nancy join us in bed after meeting her one afternoon.

I was game for it, but Nancy wasn't. In fact, she took the first available flight home without saying goodbye. Molly and I remained fuck buddies for about a year, and then I couldn't take any more of her annoying behavior and broke it off with her. Apparently she was used to this type ending to her relationships, and I never heard from her again.

End of Tape.

John dropped the tape, such as it was, off at Doctor Gladstone's office, went to the library a block away, and browsed while she listened to his tape. He knew it would take forty minutes to play out as he had timed it the night before. He generously gave Dr. Gladstone fifty minutes; partly because that was the normal time he got to spend in her office for a typical session. 

When he opened the door to her office, she tried to appear 'normal,' but he was able to detect a slight flush in her cheeks and neck.

Gladstone: "You've been a pretty active boy haven't you, Mr. Franck?"

Franck: "That's what I've been tellin' you, both here and on the tape."

Gladstone: John, as your doctor you know I must accept what you tell me at face value. Um . . . this is extraordinary and I . . ."

Franck: You mean ya don't buy it. You think I made it up?"

Gladstone: "Well quite candidly, I think I need to asses this further, perhaps discuss it with a colleague . . . ."

Franck: "The fuck you will," he said angrily, and took the tape from her machine and thrust it into his pocket. "You've seen the last of me, Doc . . . that is if you're really a doctor and not some broad lookin' to fantasize about what a real man does with his women."

Gladstone: "John! Please, be reasonable! I'm trying to believe what you say . . . please believe me when I say this, but people with problems of a sexual nature tend to exaggerate their experiences."

Franck: "Really? And what about all the places for sex-addicts, are they pure fantasy too?"

Gladstone: "No, John, but . . ." 'He was fast,' she thought, 'he's way ahead of me,' as she struggled mightily for the words that would convince him she meant well.

Frank: "I'm oversexed, I know it, and I need help. I guess I'll try Sex Addicts Anonymous. There are three different places here in town with weekly meetings. Did you know that Doc?" He said with a sneer. 

Gladstone: "I know of them . . ." she said weakly, and hated herself for not being capable of reasoning with him. Then she saw the outline of his penis beneath his slacks --- unconsciously noting his growing erection.

Gladstone: "Do you want sex right now, John?" She asked, trying to seize the initiative.

Franck: You making me an offer? I won't refuse you."

Gladstone: "Perhaps," she replied and she left it there, waiting for his reaction.

Franck: "You first," he said. "Last time I wound up jerking off. You enjoyed watching me, I know that. This time you start. Why not unbutton your blouse first?"

Gladstone: "You misunderstood me. I don't . . . I won't engage in any sexual activity with you; now or ever. I cannot. I'm your doctor, and can't for any reason treat you and have sex with you, it's unethical. And that's all I have to say about it; except to ask you to listen to me. Of course, we all have emotional and social reasons for having sex as well as the physical pleasure it might bring us. Sexual addicts are distinguished by their compulsion to have sex under even the most risky and abusive situations. For many people sexual addiction has its roots in a family history of sexual abuse and addiction. Its treatment requires some form of counseling. Therapy options are numerous, including twelve step programs, psychotherapy and support groups. It is strongly recommended that the partners of addicts also seek counseling either independently, or with the addict. The treatment of sexual addiction aims not so much to bring all sex to an end, but rather to place sex into the context of healthy relationships, and to encourage sex that is mutual and not compulsive.

Then Doctor Gladstone carefully added, "Sexual addiction can generally be defined only as a problem for people who feel their behavior has a negative effect on their lives. I see my job as determining what it is that is causing you distress, and don't want to necessarily quantify it based on how much sex you are having." 

"Frankly, I think it would be a mistake to go this road alone. Addictions are seldom things that can be dealt with on our own. We need to find either the source for why we are having the compulsive behavior, or we need to find a coping mechanism to compensate for the situation. 

"Like any addiction, John, you must first recognize that you are not in a healthy lifestyle and desire to change that behavior. Next you have to determine what the cause is of this behavior. Is it an environmental cause where you grew into this behavior as a result of past experiences with others, for example, through childhood abuse? Or it might be a chemistry issue. It's possible you have a genetic make-up that predisposes you to a compulsive behavior."

Franck: "Let's cut the crap Doc. I see nothing unhealthy about wanting to fuck everything in a skirt. Well maybe STD, but that aside, I'm all for screwing women all day and all night."

Gladstone: "Let me be honest with you, If you don't have a problem, per se, why are you here? If it a case of you're not having sufficient confidence in me I can refer you to another competent psychologist."

Franck: "I feel fine about talkin' to you. The tape should confirm that, but I hear you saying the tape ain't the truth and it sure as shit is!"

Gladstone: "I do believe you, John. I truly do."

John: Thank you Doctor Gladstone. It's nice to be believed." He calmed down and was still willing to work with the doctor.

"For starters, I was not abused at all as a child. I had the greatest, most straight laced, hard working, and loving parents. I grew up in a nice home and was well loved. I am the youngest of 3 boys. I lost my virginity at 18, but was playing around long before then. I am addicted to porn. As soon as my wife and I are finished with sex, I hop in the shower and masturbate again. Every time I see a female, I don't care if it's on TV, at work, on the street, or in church; in short anywhere and everywhere. My mind is constantly on sex.

Franck rose from his chair, causing Dr. Gladstone to blanch, but he took two steps toward the door before turning. Send me the bill Doc. I won't be back. If I'm gonna resolve this problem I'll do it on my own. "

"John," Dr. Gladstone said and raised a hand in the air, only to drop it back down on the desk, knowing all to well she has failed her patient.

"See ya around Doc," Franck said as he opened the door and headed home.

*****

After stopping by his McDonald franchise and ensuring things were going smoothly, John went home. He inserted a fresh tape, having convinced himself that he would complete his sexual history at least for his own personal satisfaction, but hoping that he would be able to mend things with Doctor Gladstone, and perhaps even get into her pants eventually. He knew the tape had excited her and felt that in time he would seduce her.

On arriving home, John set up the tape recorder and began again with what remained on the tape he had taken back from Doctor Gladstone.

"As our married life settled into a routine, I got Argie pregnant again, and I had just managed to get the McDonald franchise. She was back and forth from her mother's and I started catting around again.

The first, Maggie, was actually only a friend. One night she wound up sleeping in my bed while Argie was at her mother's. I can't recall exactly how it came about, but guess it had to do with drinking too much beer.

Anyway, we were both fully clothed. We had no intention of having sex at all. In fact, we were sleeping in reversed positions -- my feet at her head, her feet at my head. Suddenly, around four in the morning, Maggie started rubbing my cock. Oh, I was awake for this, fully awake. She took it out of my pants and began to masturbate me. I was surprised, and of course let things progress without interruption.

After about a minutes of gentle jerks and squeezing Maggie released my dick long enough to pull her own pants off; exposing her lovely white ass too my view. And yes, by then Maggie knew I was awake.

She turned her back to me and began rubbing her ass against my cock. With her first low moan of satisfaction, I held her ass and guided my cock into her warm, wet pussy. After only a few minutes of movement, I pulled out and came all over her ass. She moaned quietly and rubbed my sperm into her ass cheeks and over her asshole. I put my sticky penis back into my pants, and went back to sleep. 

The next morning, Maggie was gone. For the next week we acted as if nothing had happened. Then on a Saturday night, I visited her place. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. No bra. Her roommate, a girl named, Lisa, I think, I'm not positive about that, was wearing a bathrobe. 

We sat around talking for a while until Maggie and I noticed that Lisa's bathrobe was open. We could see her large, pale breasts swinging freely as she talked and gestured. Naturally, this turned me on and it aroused Maggie too, because when Lisa got up and left the room to take a shower, Maggie turned to me and said, "Would you like to fuck?"

I nodded, and yanked my shorts off. She pushed her jeans down to her knees and got in the doggy-style position. I touched her pussy – and found it sopping wet. I entered her with no problem. She moaned as we began. After a few strokes I remembered I wasn't wearing a rubber, and asked her if it was all right for me to come inside of her, or did she want to get some protection.

"Keep screwin', I'm on the pill, baby," she replied.

We finished before her roommate got back, and were seated on the beat-up couch acting as if nothing had happened when Lisa walked out of the shower, humming a Beatles tune.

It was the last time Maggie and I fucked, but we remained very good friends, in fact, we still are close.

*********

John shut the tape off and sporting a formidable erection went to the window to peek on his neighbor, Mrs. Witkowski, who was watering her flowers.

John had been watching his neighbor off and on since she and her husband had moved in three months before. Although they had met socially, John had not had an opportunity to get Mrs. Witkowski alone. In fact, he didn't know her first name.

What he did know was that she was a good looking blonde with a small chest, but killer legs and a world class ass. In was her ass that caught and held his attention as he watched her from his den window.

Taking two ice cold beers from the refrigerator, he sauntered outside and pretended to discover her as he turned the corner of his house to where she happened to be working in her side yard.

"Oh, hi," he called out, causing her to straighten up, and in the process, exposed her small breasts to his eyes.

"Hi," she replied, flushing on realizing that he had seen her breasts, or most of them. She decided to pretend he hadn't, and followed with, "I know it's hotter than Hades, but I just can't put off pruning these plants any longer if I don't want a jungle out here."

"I understand," John said and held out a cold can of beer to her. "Have a brew, nice and cold. It will help with the pruning."

"Why thank you," his neighbor said, accepting the beer. 

John opened his with a soft pop and a second later she did the same.

"I'm John Franck," he said and smiled at her with both his mouth and eyes.

"She was taken with him, liking particularly his easy laid back manner.

"I know. We met briefly just after we moved in." Then she realized he had forgotten her name and so she promptly supplied it. 

"Jill, Jill Witkowski," she said and offered him her free hand which John promptly accepted, shook once and then let go.

He found himself captivated by the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly challenged him to attack her. 

That opportunity came about ten minutes later, when she invited him in for a second beer. It wasn't the invitation to come in, but the sultry look she gave him that found him caressing the small of her back as they entered her side door to the kitchen.

"Kind of free with the hands, aren't you, John?"

He might have backed off then and not continued trying to get her into bed, but he caught her glancing down at his erection for just a split second and knew she was open to a sexual invitation.

"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," he told her as his hand dropped lower, to the curve of her ass. She arched her eyebrow, but left his hand there, opened the refrigerator and removed two beers, handing him one.

Looking him in the eye, Jill said, "You're anxious huh?"

He opened his beer and handed it to her, accepting hers in return. He took his time opening his beer and then met her eye and answered her.

"What I'm anxious about is . . ." he paused and took a long drink from his beer.

"Aaah," he said, then wiped his mouth of with his arm. "I feel there should be more of me. What I mean is . . . I'm half crazy deciding what to do first with you. I want to eat you, fuck you and have you blow me all at the same time. But we both know that's impossible."

"Impossible," she replied with a faint smile.

"So you see what's making me anxious," he said with a big grin.

"I think I prefer one John at a time," she said, then laughed at her pun. "If there were several of you making love to me each one would only get a share of the fun. But if we take things one step at a time, then maybe Johnny can have his cake and eat it too."

Jill moved across the room and turned on the stereo, and waved a hand at him. "Give me a minute, I'll be right back. Oh, and by the way Jeff won't be barging in on us. We have hours and hours to ourselves . . . that is unless your wife will be interrupting us?"

He glanced at his wristwatch. "We have about an hour and a half on that end,' he said.

"Good, then I'll be right back."

A minute or so later, Jill peeked out at him from the bedroom. "In here, sailor,' she said, beckoning him to her with a bright red fingernail. 

He took her in his arms and thrilled to the hot feel of her hard nipples as they stabbed him in the chest. His hands explored her from her shoulders to the curve of her ass before he pulled her tightly against him.

His cock rammed her in the lower belly and she hummed pleasurably as she felt its virile force against her flesh. Their lips met, mouths opened and their tongues slithered together. 

Low, urgent moans crept into their kisses. Jill nipped gently at tongue and then his lip excitedly. His hand went between her legs and parted them. She hissed excitedly, knowing the answer before asking the question. "Is it a big one?"

"Big enough," he responded.

"Goody!" She said and breathed thickly into his neck before clawing at his chest with her fingernails.

"Try not to leave any marks," he warned her. "I'll do the same for you."

"Oh, yeah, right," she replied and then licked his left nipple until it hardened. Then she bit it until her yelped in pain. "Do me like that," she pleaded as they eased onto the bed. 

"If you like," Franck told Jill as he stretched her out in quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He began her seduction by kissing the undersides of each breast until the nipples pebbled and then he alternated, nibbling around her small, but firm mounds until she moaned with pleasure and then he swooped down and took the right nipple between his teeth and bit hard.

"Aaah!" Jill gasped in surprise.

A second later, he split her lower folds apart with his fingers and caressed her inner and outer folds until she moaned once more. As the sound reached his ears, he switched nipples and bit the other, harder this time, but not hard enough to draw blood or worse. Jill arched her back as the bolts of pleasure/pain surged from her nipple to her cunt; and screamed with the intensity of a new pleasure as he sent a finger into her. A minute later he was frigging her with two fingers and had Jill shaking and whimpering as her orgasm neared.

"Coming already?" He asked.

"I think . . . ."

He returned to suck on her bruised and puffy nipples, milking them, pinching them, mauling them. And she loved every second of it and told him so.

"You're a fine bitch," he told her in return, then licked and kissed his way down across her belly and into the golden floss of her cunt hair.

"Oh, Christ!" Jill moaned as his tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick folds of her labia, massaging them and tantalizing her.

"Enjoying yourself?" He inquired.

"YES! she hissed.

Almost as a reward for answering, he allowed the tip of his tongue a light contact with the peeping tip of her emerging clit, and she cried out in a desperately eager voice, "Oh, Christ, yeah! Give it a few licks, please, please, please!"

John seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward. Jill squealed happily and came.

But he wasn't going to let her go that easily. He mouthed the little bud closer to its base; milked it as he had her nipples earlier. And when Jill spasmed with another orgasm, he slid his tongue over its delicate mantle time and time again, using an inconsistent rhythm that kept Jill off balance for the duration of her climax.




John & Argie Ch. 04



And when he thought that she had finished, he attacked it once again until Jill was moaning loudly as the thrill itself became unbearable and she had to beg him to bring his actions to a halt.

Knowing women as well as he did, John did nothing of the sort, but halted for a count of five, giving Jill a chance to think she could relax. Then he caught her unaware with a suck on her clit that seemed to double it in size. Jill groaned and lost complete control. It was as if he had punched her in the stomach with his fist. Her asshole nibbled at the sheets as she clenched her ass in pure reflex to the incredible sensations he had brought upon her. She came again, harder than she'd ever come before, and collapsed thinking, 'My God, he hasn't fucked me yet.'

He kept sucking at her cunt as her entire body shook. He felt her inner labia vibrate against his chin; and he heard a faint gurgling as her juices squished from her convulsing cunt into the sucking vortex created by his vacuuming mouth.

Then when Jill renewed her pleading for him to cease his cunt sucking, he relented and came to a halt.

Jill lay still, moaning softly and gasping for breath as the tingling continued to bombard her nervous system. Finally, after several minutes she opened her eyes and whispered, 

"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?"

John laughed.

"They'd have had to carry me away in a casket!"

"So it was good for you, huh?"

"Yeah, average, I'd say."

They both laughed at her comment.

"Are you ready for the next stage?" He asked quietly.

"Where the hell are you taking me next? I've already been to the moon and back."

He laughed and caressed her breasts, they were small in size but just right for fondling and her nipples stood tall and ready for his mouth and tongue.

"Seriously John, I know you haven't gotten off, but I'm so . . . tender down there I don't think I could take your big dick right now. How 'bout I blow you? I give good head and we can have a royal fuck tomorrow."

"Well," he said, drawing the word out. "All right, you're gonna lick my balls a little?"

"Of course, and I'll kiss and lick your shaft, suck the head and take most, but not all of you into my throat."

"So you don't deep throat, you medium throat, is that it?'

Jill blushed. "I guess . . . sorry. I feel bad after the fantastic job you did on me . . ."

"So let's get it on then," he said and waved his cock in her face while she giggled inanely.

*****

Meanwhile, next door, Argie Franck arrived home an hour early having encountered a no-show for the house she had planned on showing that afternoon. The fact that they had not bothered to call to cancel had peeved her enough to call it a day.

'Oh, well,' she told herself, maybe John and I can get a matinee in, I'm certainly horny enough to drain him dry." 

She walked through the rooms leading to her bedroom, disrobing as she went. Her shoes landed ten feet from the front door; her sweater wound up draped over the recliner in the living room and the remainder of her garments lay in a pool on the bedroom floor.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror Argie examined herself. Cupping a breast in her left hand she took in its suppleness, tapped it to determine it firmness and smiled with satisfaction. Then to further excite herself, she brought the breast closer to her mouth and licked her nipple.

"Mmmmm, yummy," she groaned. "Where are you loverman?" She called out to the empty house.

Wandering nude into the kitchen, Argie delved into the refrigerator and took out a container of yogurt and scooped it out with her fingers. Then on finishing the yogurt, she licked her lips and discarded the container and sauntered into the living room. She was about to turn on the TV when the tape caught her eye.

"What the . . . what's he doing with a tape?" She wondered aloud. Curiosity got the best of her and she turned the cassette player on and entered the tape and sat down in the recliner to listen to what she thought was her husbands latest popular singing group.

Argie was stunned to hear her husband's voice. But what he had to say was even more shocking.

"Okay, okay, I'm not sure where to start," Argie heard him say.

"So I'll start with my wife, Argie. Now although Argie just turned forty, she's drop-dead gorgeous, y'know, an absolute stunner. She's about five feet nine with dark brown, shoulder length hair. Sometimes she wears it combed up, with a few longer strands hanging down in coils, which I like 'cause it frames her beautiful neck. She has a pert nose, captivating warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile. Ahhh, she thinks that her mouth is too big but since she is always smiling it just adds to her charm. She is often assumed to be an Italian, especially when she has a nice tan. She has a superb figure too, slim but shapely. Her tits are full, yet firm enough for her to still be able to dispense with her bra when she wants to."

At this point Argie stopped the tape and got up to make herself a strong drink. She knew this was going to be interesting. After taking two long sips from her vodka Collins, she started the tape again.

"As if her looks and figure weren't enough, Argie also has a wonderful personality. She's always happy and it's no exaggeration to say that she seems to light up any room she enters. Argie is by nature, caring and considerate and well liked by everyone who knows her. I readily concede that my objectivity is open to question, but during the twenty-two years we've been married, a number of friends, both male and female, have all told me as much, usually going on to say how lucky I am, as if I didn't already know."

"Now, Doc, to put the icing on the cake, so to speak, Argie is very good in bed; and not only in bed either, but also in the den, in the kitchen, in the garden, in the pool, or wherever else we happen to be when the fancy hits us."

Argie stopped the tape again, her mouth agape in surprise. "He's seeing a shrink!"

She finished her drink in one gulp and got up to make another. "So that's why he's not home. He's at the doctor's office right now," she surmised. Not knowing that at that precise moment John Franck had his cock in the neighbor's mouth, and was emptying his stored up semen into her throat.

Argie turned the tape back on and listened as John spoke of how they had tried to have children; she frowned deeply when he spoke of her growing depressed and having lost interest in sex. 'He's full of shit!' she said to herself. 'Here I am, nude, waiting for the son-of- a- bitch to come home so I can jump his bones and he's telling the goddamn world I've lost interest in sex!'

Argie found herself listening with an intense interest as he went on to say: "But I'm wandering off aren't I? This is supposed to be about my sex life so . . . let's see, when did it all begin?" 

She found a pad and began taking notes. "Barbara, the little sister of a friend, who was cute with short brown curly hair, and aged about 18, who asked him, "Have you ever seen a pussy, Johnny? Have you ever seen your mother's?"

Argie finished her second drink and on placing it down on the end table, realized that she was getting wet sexually. "What the hell?" she said aloud. "I'm getting wet because my husband's a philanderer? What's wrong with me?"

She allowed the tape to continue and listened to him tell of having slept with over a hundred girls --- mostly unprotected.

"That son-of-a-bitch!" she exclaimed, "Unprotected sex with that many women . . . how the hell does he have time to find them all?"

The tape rolled on: "I screwed around while we were going steady, when we were engaged and even on our honeymoon . . ."

Angie lurched from the recliner and went to the kitchen and grabbed a carving knife. "I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch, I will!" she shrieked, and a moment later crumpled into a fetal position and began to cry.

A minute or two later, John opened the front door and was stunned to find Argie lying on the living room floor sobbing.



John & Argie Ch. 05



"There ain't no pussy alive that will not twitch when they is properly stoked."

~ Diamondmouth ~

Chapter 5 

Confrontation

What the hell?" He blurted out on seeing Argie curled into a ball on the floor. Had she had a heart attack?

Argie!" he called out.

'He's home! The bastard's home, now where's that fuckin' knife?" She wondered, and then found it under her hip. Rising to her knees, Argie brandished the long-bladed knife at him, causing John to take a backward step.

"What the hell?" He stammered, confused by the angry woman before him.

"You son of a bitch!"

"What? What'd I do?"

"You know perfectly well!"

"No, I don't! What the hell's going on?"

"I heard the tape, you fuck! I listened to the sex tape, and don't deny it, I know your voice!"

"Jesus!" He gasped, and thought furiously. His instincts told him to go with the truth.

"If . . . if you just put the knife down, I'll try to tell you about the tapes."

"Tapes? You mean there's more than one?"

"Err, yeah, more than one," he said lamely.

Argie threatened him with the knife once again, and John took two steps back, keeping maximum distance from her.

"Will you listen, for Christ's sake?" He pleaded.

"I'm listening, you no-good bastard!" Argie huffed. She was finding it difficult to breathe, and decided to stab him before she lost consciousness.

John began to talk – stammering at first, then getting to the actual truth of the matter.

"I . . . I'm a sex addict. You should know that up front."

The shock on Argie's face was apparent, and he saw it as he continued.

"The tapes . . . my shrink, Dr. Gladstone, umm, thought that putting my . . . "

"Whores and sluts!" Argie finished for him.

"No, no! It wasn't like that . . . not always . . ."

"BASTARD!" She screamed, and waved the knife recklessly, almost cutting her own arm.

"Be careful with that thing!" he shouted.

"Don't yell at me, you . . . you fucking bastard!"

"Gladstone told me to put them down on tape. The idea being that listening to myself in the doctor's office might help me see the way to admitting that I'm sexually addicted."

"You're a sex addict?" she huffed, but began to calm down.

"Would you like to come to my next appointment? She'll be happy to see you. She's broached the possibility to me, but I . . ."

"A woman! Your shrink is a woman?"

"Yeah . . ."

Argie fought to compose herself. If John was truly ill she wanted to help him. But if this was some bullshit story he'd concocted to get her to put the knife down, she would cut his dick and balls off like that New Jersey woman did a few years back.

"Let me call her. You talk to her . . . " he finished weakly, not knowing which direction to take with her.

"Call!" Argie said.

"She may not be available," he added, and looked miserable.

Argie felt a twinge of pity for him; then summoned up all the righteousness she could muster for her plight. Married to a sex addict --- my God, what would her friends think? 

'My friends,' she thought . . . 'how many of them has he screwed?'

"Do I know any of these . . . women?" she asked, hating herself for asking, yet feeling a great need to know the truth.

John was dialing Dr. Gladstone's office and the receptionist answered just as his wife asked the volatile question. He held up a hand as if to ward Argie off, then pointed to the phone.

Argie crossed her arms, and although fuming, remained quiet, preferring to speak to his so-called therapist.

"John Franck, calling," he said, "I have an emergency . . ."

"Damn right you've got an emergency," Argie muttered, not caring if the person on the other end heard her.

"Well tell her it's critical . . ." he said into the phone. Looking at Argie, he shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, "She's with a patient."

"As soon as possible . . . yes, she has my number . . . thanks . . . goodbye."

"Why don't we listen to the other tape while we wait?" Argie said sarcastically.

"I don't think that will help matters any," he said, and his shoulders sagged. He couldn't believe how tired he had become in the past few minutes. 'Stress,' he told himself.

"The tapes, Johnny-boy, play the Goddamn tapes!"

All right! All right!" he shouted, "I'll play the damn thing!"

"Get your rocks off today?" Argie asked with scathing bluntness. 

"Huh, what?" he asked, the blood rushing through his brain at a dizzying speed. He felt his knees buckle, but caught himself and prevented himself from falling.

"Do I know any one of the dozens of whores you fuck when I'm not around!"

"You're not being fair!" he groaned, his voice cracking with desperation. "I'm a sick man!"

"You're a liar and a cheating cocksucker! Argie screamed at him, as the phone rang.

John leaped to answer it. He would have welcomed anyone at the moment to relieve him of the tremendous burden of facing his irate wife.

"Oh, Dr. Gladstone . . . Thank you, thank you for calling back so quickly. I . . . we have a big problem, you see, my wife heard the tape . . . ." 

"Yes, the first tape, and I need for you . . . ."

"No! You don't understand. My wife has heard the tape . . . she's going crazy. She's going crazy right now. This minute. Please, talk to her!"

"Yes . . . yes . . . right." John said, and extended the phone to his wife, "Dr. Gladstone . . ." he managed to croak.

"Hello," Argie said, as coolly as possible.

"Mrs. Franck," Dr. Gladstone said rapidly, "Having heard the tapes . . . well . . . I know . . . it doesn't put your husband in the best possible light."

"That's for sure . . ." Argie responded coldly.

"But rest assured he has a very serious problem. I cannot discuss it with you . . . at least not over the phone. I would think John would want you to be aware of the extent of the problem he's facing. If he agrees, I can see the two of you, um, one second, let me check my appointments."

Approximately thirty seconds elapsed before Doctor Gladstone spoke again. My calendar is filled for today, but as this is very serious, I can see the two of you this evening . . . say seven?"

"Seven's good, Doctor. We'll both be there . . . and Doctor?"

"Yes, Mrs. Franck?"

"I won't tolerate any bullshit. He's been lying his rotten ass off for years, I've about had it with him."

Dr. Gladstone's eyebrow arched at Argie's use of the word "about." That augured well for John in that Argie had not quite given up on him. Gladstone followed with: "I hope that in learning the full extent of his problem you'll be more understanding."

Argie hung up without saying goodbye. John knew better than to criticize her behavior.

*****

"What's she look like?" Argie asked as they parked their car in Doctor Gladstone's parking lot.

"You'll see," he replied morosely, knowing her temper would flare on viewing the beauty of his therapist. 

"I asked you a simple question, asshole . . . what's she look like?" Argie snapped, clearly in a foul mood as they approached the Doctor's office.

"She's . . . a good-looking woman, about 35 or 40. But," he hastened to add, "she's all business."

"Wouldn't fuck you, huh?" Argie spat out at him, knowing that he'd probably tried and failed.

If there had been a hole handy, he would have crawled into it. Instead, he knocked on the doctor's office and heard her call out for them to enter.

Doctor Gladstone had changed to a conservative business suit, dark blue with thin pin-stripes. A white blouse completed her outfit and she had resorted to using the barest amount of makeup possible. She was well aware that Mrs. Franck would consider her a rival to be reckoned with and wanted to dissuade her of the idea as soon as possible.

"Hello, John," Doctor Gladstone said, but made no attempt to rise in greeting. Argie pushed past her husband as if to confront the doctor. Doctor Gladstone rose up at that point, and came around her desk, hand extended in greeting.

"I'm terribly sorry to meet you under these circumstances. I warned John it might happen, and suggested that he discuss his problem with you. But obviously he didn't take my advice."

John bristled at this, for the doctor had never said as much. Sure there had been suggestions of his possibly joining Sex Addicts Anonymous; but he hadn't. Now the idea sounded great and he thought he'd bring it up at the earliest opportunity.

"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Franck?"

"You too, John. Now before we go any further, do I have your permission to reveal your 'secrets' to Mrs. Franck, John?"

Argie glared at him, daring him to refuse.

"Yeah, sure . . . of course, why not?"

"Good. Then, may I call you Argie?"

"Mrs. Franck is fine. Let's just stay with that." Argie said caustically.

The doctor sighed, and said, "Very well then. Mrs. Franck, some people have never in their lives talked to anyone about what they cherish and fear most. Keeping such a large part of yourself completely to yourself over the course of time becomes a breeding ground for shame, guilt and confusion."

"Therapy lets light in by engaging in a non-judgmental, empathic, safe process. The therapeutic relationship is a sort of laboratory that examines the unconscious belief systems that used to help the patient psychologically survive early-life dysfunctional attachments." 

Doctor Gladstone realized Argie was not taking this well, but forced herself to continue. 

"Once these patterns are uncovered and understood, the patient will have the opportunity, through a variety of therapeutic interventions, to seek freedom. Rather than feeling enslaved by their desires, now they are in the driver's seat. They are riding the horse – the horse is no longer riding them."

"Can we please can the crap Doctor? What the hell is going on with this . . . this sex freak?"

Gladstone frowned, she was not used to being challenged by a patient's spouse.

"Yes, well, although not a freak, John is addicted to sex. It's a little early to tell for certain, but it would appear that John began his addiction at a very early age."

"Is he a faggot as well?" Argie barked. "Does he fuck men too?"

"Mrs. Franck, please, name calling will serve no useful purpose."

"It makes me feel a lot better," Argie snapped in response.

Doctor Gladstone fought hard to keep her tone neutral, but failed.

"You're not the patient, Mrs. Franck, John is. And I respectfully ask that you listen before saying something you may later regret."

"Goddamn you!" Argie shouted, and jumped up as if to strike the doctor. Dr. Gladstone rose quickly, prepared to defend herself; while John remained seated, looking on in horror. 

Fortunately, Argie had fully vented by cursing the doctor. Both women glared at each other, and then gradually eased back into their chairs.

Argie turned to John, saying sarcastically, "She really turns you on, doesn't she?"

Blindsided, he had no answer save, "Who? What are you talking about?"

"This bimbo behind the fucking desk . . . with the medical degree! Admit it, you're hot for her, aren't you?"

Aghast, for at that moment, having forgotten his words on the tape, he wondered how Argie could have known his desire for the doctor's body. He stammered, but managed to say, "What are you talking about?"

Bursting into tears, Argie for the first time, revealed her own angst to him. "We hardly make love anymore! All those other women . . . you've abandoned me! What's wrong with me? I take good care of myself. My tits don't sag, my ass is firm and I love to fuck . . . I don't understand why you prefer all these other women?"

"Mrs. Franck," Gladstone said, interrupting. "He's sick! He needs treatment. You can help him get back to normal!"

"But do I want him?" Argie wailed through her tears. "Christ, I feel so dirty . . . so betrayed."

"I think you do," the doctor said quietly. "You came here prepared to fight me for him. Now that you understand the only thing between your husband and me is doctor-patient oriented, that threat is gone."

"And what about all the others?" Argie muttered, still crying.

"The others are the problem. I think your hearing the tapes . . ."

Argie cut her off. "I only heard the one."

"I asked John to make a tape of all those women . . ."

"Yeah . . . let's discuss all the sluts he's fucked. What about them?"

"We're back to the nature of his illness, Mrs. Franck. As I've told you, John is sick. He requires treatment. I think it will be very helpful, if, after calming down and thinking about the situation, you become a participant in helping him recover."

"Am I supposed to find more whores for him?"

"No, his compulsiveness and obsessive pre-occupation will gradually diminish as we discover, and rework the irrational belief systems that have held him back from experiencing a life filled with choice, adventure, passion and joy."

"So what are you suggesting I do?" Argie said, more calmly this time.

"Let's get him into Sex Addicts Anonymous. He'll go to the first few meetings alone. I believe you'll be allowed to attend certain meetings but not all. That's to preserve the anonyminity of the other members. Of course, you'll come to our sessions as well, at least until John is back on track." 

"He can be cured then?"

"Very possibly."

"No certainty of it?"

"We can't be certain of most things in life, Mrs. Franck."

"Argie, for Christ's sake!" John blurted out, having grown impatient with what was transpiring.

"Shut the hell up, no one's asked you to say anything," Argie warned him. But she appeared mollified to some extent that he was fighting a disease which contributed to his seeing all those other women.

The meeting went on for another thirty-four minutes, but nothing new was added. 

Enroute home, Argie relented somewhat in her conviction that he was an adulterer of the worst sort. "We'll listen to the rest of the tapes when we get home," she said, meaning every word.

*****

Halfway through the second tape, Argie burst into tears. 

"You don't love me!"

"Honey! That's crazy! I do love you!"

"I must be a lump in bed the way you chase them!"

"No, no! You got me all wrong. I love having sex with you . . ."

Taking her hands from her tear-stained cheeks, Argie began to strike at him, hitting him again and again with her fists. He absorbed the first few blows; then gradually subdued her. Holding her wrists so that she couldn't hit him again, he asked, "Argie, are you finished?"

As she relaxed, he released his hold on her hands. Almost immediately, Argie spat out, "How do you find them? Do you go to some sleazy titty bar? Do they just fall in your lap?"

He couldn't believe it. The uncanny senses of a woman! No sense lying, but also no sense in telling the whole truth.

"Argie, you're right," he said soberly, "Absolutely right."

"You hit a strip club and pick them up?"

"I have. But I find women . . . everywhere."

"Everywhere?"

John, do you think I'm desirable?" she asked changing tactics.

"Of course I do. You're beautiful."

Argie curled up on the sofa, dug her toes into the cloth cushions and gave him a smoldering glance.

"You find me beautiful?"

"I do."

"And desirable?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Do you want me now?"

He felt himself grow hard. He had a fleeting thought that the events of the afternoon had never occurred. Then brought himself back to reality. 'What the hell was she up to?' He wondered. 

"Yes," he replied, "I want you. I always want you."

Argie had come to terms with his situation. He would go to a series of meetings at sex addicts anonymous and she would have an affair or two of her own. If he was cured, fine, but in any event, Argie would have her revenge. 

"Well then, listen to me you son-of-a-bitch!" Argie roared out at him, "From now on you come home for your sex. You see something cute on the street, take a look, but don't you dare touch it. Come home and I'll cool you off. Understand me?"

He nodded. "Yes, I . . . I don't want to jeopardize our marriage."

"You stupid bastard, you've already done that!"

"I . . . I understand . . . . I'm so sorry!"



John & Argie Ch. 06



Chapter 6

Argie, still seething, set out to find a suitable man with whom to extract some semblance of revenge on John. There was no way she was about to let him off the hook. She had decided that she would have at least three affairs before letting him beg for forgiveness; and then only if he managed to control his sexual antics. 

"Addicted to sex, my ass," she fumed. "He's just a horny god damned male pig."

Argie made stops at the hairdresser's and several boutiques. When she arrived back home, John was at work, of that she was sure, having called him on the half-hour for two days running. It took the better part of an hour, but Argie was finally satisfied with her new look. She picked up her purse, took one last look in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction and left to find a place to pick up a man.

It must have been 102 degrees outside. But inside O' Mara's Irish Pub in downtown Houston it was Happy Hour and cool. O' Mara's was really a guy type place, which was exactly why she ventured in with every confidence that she would find a suitable lover. 

A rich mahogany paneling covered the walls. Pictures of ballplayers and fighters from the fifties and sixties hung from the paneling in a random pattern, as if waiting for the following decades to show up. After ordering a vodka martini she found herself asking the old, craggy-faced bartender about the disparity.

He smiled at her, revealing a mouth full of gold and silver teeth --- Argie had never seen that combo before — and said in a hoarse, whiskey crusted voice, "O'Mara's don't give a shit 'bout da newcomers. They ain't stood da test a time." 

Argie hadn't understood a thing he'd said to her. "Test a time?" She nodded anyway and he moved away from her, moving down the bar wiping as he went with a crisply starched bar rag. 

An abrasive voice suddenly rang out in her left ear. "How'ya doing?" 

Argie turned in that direction and encountered a man hefting himself up onto the barstool next to her. He must have emerged from the men's room for she hadn't seen him enter.

He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. He was three inches taller than her — possibly a couple years older — balding, but lean and trim, like a retired athlete, with red-veins prominent across his face. 

'A serious drinker,' she surmised. 

"All right I guess," she replied, after all, he was a man. She took a sip from her vodka martini and studied him a little more over the top of her glass.

It was just after six in the evening, far too early for any serious action, but just then the lounge door opened and two women entered. Argie couldn't see them from very well from where she was sitting, not without being obvious about it. But she heard them clearly enough as they made a production in deciding where to sit. 

'Competition,' she thought and decided to take a shot at the man next to her. 'Well I've got Territorial rights,' she told herself.

"Milo Cappelli" the guy next to said as he offered his right hand. Argie took it, shook it once and released it. 

"Argie, Argie Fanner," she murmured, providing a fictitious last name.

The soft murmur had him leaning in her direction and Argie thought that for starters that would keep the other huntresses at bay for the time being. 'Of course,' the thought occurred to her, 'someone better might stroll in here and be fair game for the two bimbos sitting in the booth.

"I'm pleased to meet you Milo." 

"Likewise," he said in turn. "I'm in the building business," he offered. 

Argie nodded as if this were noteworthy news; then asked, "What kind of building business Milo?" 

"Oh, yeah," he smiled, "Ah, I should have been clearer." 

Milo waved his hand in a gesture signifying it was nothing. "Sometimes I think people can *read* my mind," Milo replied, still smiling, but not at Argie. He ran on about his business (construction it seems, but he's not too clear about it) but the smile, and his attention, was now focused on the two women as they sat in the booth waiting for the bartender to come and take their order.

Taking the bull by the horns, Argie nudged Milo, got his undivided attention and said, "Want to join 'me' in a booth back there?" 

Milo busted his ass getting off his stool in order to follow Argie to the booth in the back, far removed from the two women she felt were competition.

As soon as a fresh round of drinks was placed on the table, Milo made his move.

"You're one hell of a good-looking woman, Angie," he said.

"It's Argie," she said and smiled kindly. "It's unusual, but try remembering it this way, R. G."

Yeah, R. G., think I've got it," he said beaming at her as if he'd solved a difficult mathematical equation. Milo took a gulp from his drink and leaned closer to Argie.

'Is he gonna try to kiss me right here?' She wondered.

A second later, Milo did just that, Argie found it a soft, gentle kiss and told herself, 'Gee, that wasn't so bad,' and closed her eyes as he kissed her a second time. It had been a long time since she'd been kissed by anyone other than John and he measured up fairly well. Argie's experience in kissing was somewhat limited to several college trysts with guys named Kyle and Gavin, both of whom had almost bitten her lips off in their anxiety to get her into the back of their respective vans.

Milo reached around her shoulder with his arm, putting his hand on her arm. It felt cool, but his hand was soft, reminding her of his lips and he casually stroked her arm and sent a little thrill to her nervous system. Argie looked into his eyes and realized Milo was excited and that served to excite her as well.

He started to kiss her again and a moment later his hand was stroking her leg and moving north in serious fashion. She clamped her thighs together and Milo got the message, sending the errant hand to her hip. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to greet hers and before she knew it his hand was kneading her crotch. 

Argie had thought at first that Milo was moving too damn fast, but the pressure of his kneading and the erotic thoughts bombarding her brain as a direct result of the first tongue in years aside from John's toured her teeth, gums and part of her throat.

In short, Argie was primed. But perplexed, what would she do with him?

Milo saved the day by gasping, "What say we blow this joint?"

She pulled away, thinking he'd had the effrontery to ask her to blow him . . . in O' Mara's Irish Pub.

She shook her head, and then realized he was too nice to make such a suggestion, and so she asked, "What did you say?"

"Let's get out of here. My place isn't far. We'll be much more comfortable there," and then he happened to select one of the two things that would spur Argie into leaving with him.

"Those two women are giving me the creeps, the way they're starin' at us. You'd think they never saw anyone kissing before."

She had been concerned about losing Milo to them --- one of them anyway. The other, probably best choice would have been if John had walked in and Milo called her attention to him. Of course that wasn't going to happen. There are only so many coincidences in a lifetime. It was too early for one of that magnitude to occur.

Walking out into the heat after having several drinks didn't sit well with Argie. Milo appeared to have no problem whatsoever, and that may or may not have been because of his size. At any rate he steered Argie to his car, a year old Lincoln Town car.

"My car!" Argie yelped out in distress. "What about my car?"

"No problem," Milo said evenly, "I'll drop you off here later. I can see that the heat has got you a bit wobbly, so it's best that I drive the two of us."

"I shouldn't leave . . ."

"Like I said, I'm a short distance from here, less than a mile. I'd say let's walk it, but it's too damn hot."

"It is hot," she conceded and sat down in the front seat and leaned close to the A/C in the dash to permit the coolness rushing from the vent into her top. "Okay, let's roll," she said, mimicking a cop show she'd seen on TV earlier that week. The drinks and the heat were working on her. Milo was looking better every minute. 

She turned to face him and said with a pout on her face, "Do you want to touch my boobs?" She stuck out her chest to amplify her words.

Milo stopped the Lincoln and moved to her. He reached out tentatively, afraid she would prevent him from touching her at the last moment; then groped her left breast harder than she had anticipated, but not so hard as to cause pain. A moment later her nipple was all a tingle as Milo rubbed it against her bra. Bending down he took the nipple into his mouth through the material of both blouse and bra and bit it lightly.

"OH!" Argie moaned, and at that instant knew he was going to get lucky. 'Or was it she getting lucky?' Argie wondered as she was now very confused, but also very comfortable.

"I didn't know these Lincoln's had so much room. Do you want to . . .?"

He interrupted her to say, "We'd better get going. It wouldn't do to have some dumb cop happen by and catch us in the back seat. But I think it's a wonderful idea. There is plenty of room back there." That said, he released her breast and put the Lincoln in drive and raced a short mile down the road to his apartment.

After he parked, he leaned against the center console and said," Okay then, let's go in, baby."

"What's my name?" Argie asked, thinking, . 'Damned if she'd screw some guy didn't remember her name.' 

"R. G.", he replied with a lewd grin, "Thought I wouldn't remember 'eh?"

"You're sweet," Argie told him and kissed him lightly on the lips, ending it before he could make it last. They walked with his hand on her elbow, guiding her, and at the stairs he allowed Argie to go first. She began to giggle feeling his eyes boring into her ass, to which she added an exaggerated wiggle. 

"It's to the right," he told her as they reached the top of the landing. When they reached his door he began to put the key in the door; then nervously dropped it.

Argie gave a wanton laugh and he grabbed her and turned her into the door, pressing himself against her back. She felt his hardness then and reveled in it. 'That dick is gonna get some classy pussy,' she told herself and giggled again. Milo reached around her, grabbing both breasts and gave them a hard squeeze. Argie felt herself growing wet with excitement. His lips were at her neck, sucking away.

"No! Don't leave any marks!" She cried out starting to raise her voice. Then she saw the potential hickey's in another light. 'They would make John jealous!'

"Forget what I just said. Be a vampire if you want," she said and gasped with pleasure as his mouth pressed firmly against her jugular vein. 

He felt the blood rushing through her veins and growing more excited, began to suck on the spot, leaving a mark the size of a quarter there, before moving down to just below the hollow of her throat and leaving another.

"Wait 'til I get between those luscious legs, they'll look black and blue from my lovin' baby," he gasped.

"What's my name?" Argie moaned, wanting very much to turn and wrap her legs around this lovely man; this hot, big dicked man.

"R . . . . G!" He groaned and ran his right hand over her mound.

From what seemed a hundred miles away, Argie heard a car door slam. Then someone was shuffling their feet at the foot of the stairs.

"Open the door for Christ's sake!" Argie barked out quietly. She did not want to meet anyone while in heat like this. Milo began to fumble with the key, dropping it. Argie was on hands and knees immediately and quickly retrieved it, inserted it the lock and turned the doorknob, not trusting such a difficult task to Milo. They were inside before whoever it was arrived at the head of the stairway.

"You understand what we're doing here, right?" he asked, his voice low and thick.

Argie nodded her head because she was pretty sure she couldn't talk. She felt really dizzy. He flipped on the lights and she saw that his apartment was similar to a decent-sized motel room. This may have been because Milo had the Queen-sized bed just inside the entry. A decent sized living room lay beyond it, some ten or eleven feet away.

She looked at him quizzically.

He understood immediately. "Yeah, I know. I switched them around 'cause the neighbors TV annoys the hell out of me at night.

"Oh," Argie said under her breath and sat down in the one armchair in the room.

"Care for a drink?" Milo asked. "I got some rum, some vodka and a couple beers."

"No thanks, maybe later."

"Mind if I have one?"

"No, go on, help yourself. You've got kind of a nice place here," she said making polite conversation.

"Hey, don't bullshit me. It's a rat hole and only temporary."

"It's not that bad," she replied as he came back holding his drink.

"Care for some music?"

"That would be nice."

He turned the radio on, found a soft rock station and sat on the edge of the bed and took a big gulp from his drink.

"C'mon, sit next to me. I won't bite," he said. Argie rose up from her chair and moved to the bed, then hopped up next to Milo.

Milo put his drink down on the little dresser next to the bed and put one arm around her shoulder. Argie leaned toward him and they kissed. The moment their tongues met, his free hand delved into the scooped out neckline of her blouse, under the material of her bra and found her nipple and gave it a light squeeze.

She ended the kiss and said, "Movin' kinda fast aren't you?"

"Why not take the clothes off, that way we won't tear anything?"

"All right," Argie replied and stood up, unzipped her tight skirt and stood in front of him wearing only a black garter-belt, black thigh-highs shoes and white blouse.

"Nice outfit," he said as she kicked of her shoes.

She decided to tease him and took her time removing her blouse. She met his eyes then and grew warmer as he stared at her breasts rising up from her bra.

"R. G.?"

"Umm, what?"

"Lean over and let me see 'em."

Argie laughed at the request, but complied, leaning over and rolling her shoulders, knowing it would cause her tits to shake.

"YEAH!" Milo panted appreciatively. "NICE!"

Then she felt his hand, sliding up her stomach and under the bottom of her left cup, pushing it up to expose the left breast.

"Let me open . . ."

"NO!" he said, "I'll do it. A moment later he'd performed the same operation on the right cup. Argie stood still, the bra taut across her upper chest, both breasts jutting out without any need of support from the bra.

Milo's eye's sparkled with lust. "What a pair of tits," he said and Argie checked his mouth to see if he were drooling.

He wasn't.

Carefully, Argie unclasped the bra and tossed it onto the armchair behind her. Then using that feminine grace that men admire so much, she removed her garter-belt and waved them under Milo's nose.

To her surprise he grabbed them from her hand and brought them to his nose, sniffing at it for a full minute.

"Please don't ruin it, it's new," she said fearing that he would rip them asunder. But he didn't; having sniffed his fill, he flung the garter-belt at the arm chair, missed and watched as it landed on the floor.

Milo reached out and caught Argie around the waist and pulled her to him so that she wound up on his lap. His erection pressed against her backside and she found it impressive.

As Argie squirmed around on his lap, trying to find a perfect fit for his dick, Milo grabbed both breasts and began a rough massage, paying special attention to her nipples. He worked them over, eventually stretching each one in turn, causing brief pangs of electricity to run directly to her pussy. 

She moaned.

"Like it, huh?" Milo laughed and did it again.

Argie moaned again and sent her hand behind her in order to reciprocate and squeeze him back. But she couldn't get to him just then because he licked the back of her neck and she forgot everything else. Suddenly she realized he had turned her around so she was now facing him. She was having trouble breathing and found herself coughing as he ran his finger over her open mouth; then kissed her.

Argie quickly figured out she could breathe through her nose if she tried and suddenly all was well with the world again and she returned the kiss with all the ardor she could manage. 

He pushed her forward, dropping his legs so that Argie fell to the floor, landing on her knees. He opened his fly and removed his erection. For a moment Argie was uncomfortable in that she was the only one undressed, but as his cock jerked twice in rapid succession she had a powerful urge to take him in her mouth.

This was exactly what Milo was hoping for and so when Argie took him in her fingers and guided him between her lips two people were perfectly happy with the other. Argie took it from her mouth and spit on it, then used her thumb and fingers to smear the saliva around, thoroughly covering his pink knob. Before returning it to her mouth, she rubbed his slippery shaft over her lips, her chin and her cheeks. She closed her eyes. As soon as she heard him moan, she swallowed him deep into her throat, astounding him with her level of expertise.

Then, staring into his eyes, she popped him from her mouth and placed a kiss right on the slit in the center of his cockhead. Milo groaned. Argie moved it slowly back and forth against her lips, slowly opening her mouth and letting a bit of it slip inside, always keeping her eyes trained on his. She opened her mouth, laughed lewdly and began to lick the head of his cock, occasionally putting the entire head into her mouth. And always, her eyes were on his, making a very beautiful picture: the bulb of his cockhead against her lips, the wetness of her lips, the slick movement of her mouth back and forth across the swollen head, her eyes locked on his, promising him with those eyes that this was going to be the best moment of his entire life.

Milo placed his hands on her face, looking into her eyes and willed her to draw the pent up load from his balls --- at the same time, wanting not to come, but to remain at this point for the rest of eternity.

Now Argie felt for the very first time that she was in control of the situation and reverted to a little game she had often played with her husband as she wriggled her way up on the blue couch.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Oh, yes."

"Do you want me to milk it with my cunt?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to rub your cock against my tits?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to stick your cock up my ass?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to sit on your face?" 

"Yes."

"Do you want to lick my pussy?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to taste my clit, to put it into your mouth and make me come?"

"Yes."

She started to laugh, "Milo," she said, "You're nothin' but a yes man!"

Before he could react in any way, Argie was sucking on him and rubbing herself with a frenzy Milo could not bring himself to believe.

Suddenly she took him from between her lips and held him at arms length; carefully examining his manhood. Milo followed her eyes and saw as did Argie, his cock, moistened with a mixture of its own precum and her saliva. It glistened in front of her, jerking now and then as she moved in front of him. 

Her nipples were a pale pink, the aureoles looking rough, the nipples thrust rudely forward, begging to be sucked. Milo leaned forward and took one into his mouth, sucking and licking and playing with it using his teeth. Argie released her hold on him, raised her arms above her head, and leaning back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her.

He waited to hear Argie's moan and when it came, released her breasts and kissed her hard as he pulled her tight against him. She sighed, her breath seemed to grab, as she felt the slick stiffness of his cock against her stomach. His hands ventured down, taking her bottom in his hands.




John & Argie Ch. 06



"Oh yes, baby," Argie cooed, "Squeeze that ass!"

He did, and she groaned with pleasure. He slid his fingers along the crack of her bottom, and she squirmed in his arms. Milo pushed a bit further, and Argie groaned and reached behind her to find him, cupping his balls.

"That's one hell of an ass you've got there, he said quietly, and then, "Lean forward," he commanded, and she did. He slipped a finger into her ass and in her excitement, Argie expelled it immediately. He sent it back in and commenced moving it in and out until she screamed.

"You going to put that big cock in me or what?" She demanded.

Milo responded by pushing one of her legs off the bed and spread the other out on the sheets. Argie sucked on one of her fingers as she looked back at him, a wanton smile in her eyes. Her breasts were flushed, as was her face. Her nipples were still rigid, one pointing towards the ceiling, the other at Milo as he moved toward her cunt. He touched it with the tip of his tongue, sending a shiver through her.

"YES!"

He rubbed his nose against her folds, feeling the damp hairs on his cheeks; tasted her emerging clit again with just the tip of his tongue and made Argie go wild.

Milo waited patiently for her to settle down before taking her clit between his lips and sucking gently, then licking over it three times in succession.

"Jesus, that's it! Oh, yes, that's it! Oh, you have the power baby! You have the power!"

Argie's hips began to buck. She rolled her hips, pushing her cunt at his face so that he'd lick her harder --- gripping the bedspread with both hands to prevent herself from sliding away from that delightfully tormenting mouth of his. Milo added a finger to her cunt and to Argie it felt that it was battery powered.

He felt the quivering begin in her legs, but continued fingering and licking her. Her head was lolling from side to side and her moans were continuous. Argie grabbed a breast in one hand and squeezed it, then began to pinch the nipple, reveling in the sweet pain that ensued. 

Then she was trying to push him away.

"Oh God, I . . . I'm gonna . . ." she started to say.

Milo took her ass in his hands and pulled her tightly against his mouth which he sealed over her sex organ. She quivered and jerked. She screamed loudly when his tongue, his scalding hot tongue probed deep into her pulsating tunnel and suddenly she was screaming again . . . .

"I'm coming! OH GOD, HOW I'M COMING!"

Argie thought her entire being was melting. Still, she kept her thighs clamped tightly around Milo's head, not wanting him to stop at this point and he did not.

She came hard.

He kept at her and she came again . . . and again and would have come again, but thought she couldn't stand another orgasm and begged him to stop.

He did. He wiped his mouth with his arm and glanced at his watch. He decided to allow her two minutes to recover before fucking her brains out. The two minutes passed and Milo had Argie spread wide-open on the bed and was humping away at her before she realized what was happening.

To her credit, Argie recovered quickly enough and joined Milo, meeting each thrust with an upward movement of her pelvis that jarred the both of them. Milo shifted, pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, then lifted Argie's right leg and hooked it over his shoulder, raising her ass into the air. 

"You okay?" he asked and she nodded that she was fine. He leaned against her, bending that leg back, then rammed his cock into her gaping cunt in one long thrust.

"WHOA!" Argie gasped, stunned at ferocity of his thrust and the depth to which it went. Still, she admitted to herself that it felt fine. No, it felt terrific.

Milo wriggled his hips, ensuring he was as deep as possible.

Argie was nodding her head, hearing angelic music of some kind as he began to jackhammer his cock into her. Milo managed to maintain this pace for forty seconds before halting to catch his breath and recharge his energy.

Argie felt their commingled juices running down into the crack of her ass and wondered if he would fuck her back there as well.

Her pussy was literally on fire. She was coming, yet not coming. The thrills were there, but she knew it was going to get better. A whole lot better, and soon

Milo caught his breath and started in again; slower this time, and Argie was ever so grateful. For there were a thousand different sensations coursing through her body each time his thick cock slithered through her pussy until it could venture no further. 

Argie's hair was matted with sweat and stuck to her forehead and neck. She closed her eyes and reveled in it, not wanting it to ever end. A great fluttery feeling had taken over her entire midsection. The bottoms of her ass cheeks felt tingly and numb from the pounding they were absorbing.

'He must think I'm a slut,' she told herself. "I don't give a fuck. This is one great fuck and Milo is one great fucker.'

"Mm . . . Milo?"

"Ugh!"

"Just wanna tell you, you sure can fuck!"

"Thanks, wanna try something a little different?"

"Sure."

A moment later, Milo was back in high gear. Only this time he was changing the angle of his thrusts, first driving it to her left side, then the right, then the north (and that one happened to glace off her G) and, as he headed south, Argie was screaming for him to, "DO THE LAST AGAIN!"

Three northern jolts later, Argie could barely breathe and began flailing her arms about as her pussy seemed to explode. Her ears were ringing; the leg Milo wasn't holding down was twitching and jerking spasmodically. Her throat was sore from all the moaning and groaning of the past few minutes but she had never felt more euphoric in her life as her climax rolled on and on, seemingly without end. She blacked out and revived and it was still going full blast.

Milo had pulled out of her and lay on his side watching her climax. When Argie regained her senses and her breath, he told her he'd never witnessed anyone come that hard.

"Not even in the porno flicks," he said for added emphasis.

"Not even the porno flicks?" Argie said, not having comprehended what he'd preceded those words with.

"What a great cum, baby!"

"Yeah . . ." She managed weakly. "Great cum, wasn't it?"

"I didn't," he said.

"Didn't . . . what?"

"Didn't cum, ya know?"

"You're shittin' me?"

"I wouldn't do that R. G."

"So . . . we're not done yet?"

He smiled and kissed her on the lips and found them dry and somewhat chapped. Then he jumped off the bed and with his erection bobbing, trotted into the bathroom, returning a moment later with some K.Y. Jelly.

Argie knew exactly what he had planned and wanted to tell him no way was he putting that thing up her ass. But she felt so good, with the tingling and fluttering still going on from her tumultuous climax. Then too, John had occasionally taken her backside and it had never really hurt, at least not that much.

"You . . . you do know what you're doing?"

"I guess . . ." he replied.

"Don't guess, either you know or you don't," she said, the hint of reluctance rising in her voice with each syllable.

Milo rolled Argie over onto her hip, so that she now faced away from him. She felt his hands prying her cheeks apart, then felt the coolness of the jelly as he rubbed it over her anal entry.

Trying to make herself as comfortable as possible, Argie laid her cheek on the bedspread. She squirmed a little as his finger traced over her rosebud and giggled nervously. Her breasts were now also pressed against the spread and her rear was pointed at the ceiling; and for the first time she began to enjoy the feel of his fingers lubing her up and she started to relax.

Milo slipped a finger into her ass, perhaps a half-inch or so, and she moaned.

"Okay, better brace yourself, baby," he said as he lined the head of his cock up with the small opening his finger had gouged. Two seconds later he had urged his cockhead into her, causing Argie to groan out with some pain. Milo came to a halt and waited patiently for Argie to grow used to his intrusion.

"Okay," she moaned, try it again, but go slow."

Milo gave another short thrust, heard her grunt and stopped again. They went through this process until he had some four inches inside her ass.

He paid careful attention to Argie's breathing rate, shoving it in as it slowed, halting as it reached what he would have described as a "huff." 

"You're so fuckin' tight, R. G., he gasped.

"You got that big boy in there yet?" She inquired right back.

"About half way," he told her.

"Jesus Christ! I don't know if I can take much more, Milo!"

He knew she was game for this and didn't want to cause her any unnecessary pain; indeed he was already looking forward to their next meeting. He hoped R. G. would let him fuck her on a regular basis.

Similar thoughts were running through Argie's mind as well.

Trying to accelerate matters, Milo slid a hand between Argie's thighs and raised her leg a little, then began to give it to her in a slow, gentle rhythm.

"GOD, THAT'S SOOO NICE!" She moaned as for the first time he actually felt good inside her.

Encouraged, Milo pressed on, alternating his easy strokes with deeper thrusts and eventually he felt his balls slapping against her ass and knew he was in all the way.

"I'm all in, baby!"

"No!" Argie said, not believing it possible.

"Hey, you don't believe me, reach back there and feel for yourself!"

She did just that and was astonished to feel his testicles lodged firmly against her ass.

"Wow!" Argie gasped. "That's great . . . and it didn't hurt but a little too."

"Now we go to town," he said and reaching under her arms began to caress her breasts as he moved slowly and steadily back and forth.

"Ummm," she sighed, feeling really good about things now.

"R. G.?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Touch yourself as I fuck your ass, go on, try it."

"I don't know . . ." she said. It was a feeble protest.

"C'mon, baby, it will make things better."

"Miiiilooo," Argie moaned, dragging his name out. But she moved a hand between her legs, using her face to help retain her precarious balance. Forming a V with her fingers she slowly moved them down, then up along the slide of her slit, now covered with her foamy juices.

Milo increased his movements slightly and Argie found his rhythm and stayed with it, moving her fingers just a little faster.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

"Better?" He asked, adding another level of speed to his pumping.

"Oh, yeah . . . lots."

"Doing your clit?"

"Huh?" she responded dreamily. His cock was generating this divine series of sensations within her rectum at this point.

"Your clit, R. G., your clit!"

"Yeah, my clit . . ." she sighed again. This time her finger moved to her clit, caressing each side of it and she felt the tide beginning to rise within her.

"I can . . . feel myself . . ." she gasped.

"Feel what baby?"

"Cummin'! I feel IT!"

"Me too!" Milo responded as he quickened his pace.

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! The staccato sound resounded in the room as his balls slapped against Argie's ass.

Argie matched that sound with grunts of her own, "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" 

Milo felt his balls tightening up and fucked into her as hard and as fast as he could.

"Cumming, baby!" Milo shouted. "Gonna cum in your ass!"

Argie's moan turned into a low wail and her body convulsed as a tidal wave crashed down upon her. Her hand left her clit and pussy. She feveredly rubbed her ass against Milo, and reached for his closest hand and squeezed it as she lost her sight and only felt the unbelievable sensual sensations bombarding her system.

She fell asleep, still in the throes of her afterglow. Milo held her tightly against him and soon joined her in slumber land.

Argie was the first to awaken. The alarm-clock next to the bed said it was four AM.

'My God, John will kill me,' was her first thought. 'Fuck him,' was her second, and she lay back and snuggled up to Milo once more. 

Thirty-five minutes later, Milo woke and promptly shook Argie's shoulder.

"I'm awake, I'm awake," she sighed.

"It's really late," he said softly. "I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to get you into any trouble."

"There won't be any trouble. I caught the bastard screwing around. He has no say in what I do anymore."

"I'm sorry," he offered and she thought him sweet for saying it.

Argie kissed him, ignoring the morning breath she tasted on her swirling tongue. 'I didn't brush either and if he can stand me I can take him,' she chided herself.

As she slipped her breasts back into her bra, she turned to Milo and said, "I want your phone number. We have to do this again, and soon. All right sugar?"

Milo was elated. "Sure, and give me yours too."

He wrote his number down, got hers in return and handed Argie a scrap of paper with his number.

"I'll call you tomorrow," she said.

"Call me tonight. We'll talk dirty and get one another off over the phone.'

She giggled and slapped his arm, then said, "Okay. About nine, that all right with you?"

Sure," he said. "Oh, R. G.?"

"Yes, Milo?"

"Wanna give it one last suck before ya go?"

She was down on her knees instantly; she sucked so hard he had to push her away.

"Sorry, it's kinda sore, ya know?"

She licked her lips, and with regret in her tone said, "I did that, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but think about your ass, it'll be sore later too."

"Milo?"

"Yeah?"

Thanks for fucking my brains out."

"You're welcome, R. G."

*****

He drove her back to retrieve her car. When Argie walked in her front door it was five-thirty-two. John was snoring on the couch. She didn't give him a second glance, but went into the bedroom and climbed into bed, giggling quietly as she felt Milo's semen oozing out of her asshole and onto the satin sheets of the bed.



John & Argie Ch. 07



Chapter 7 Proofed

John Gets Some – Argie Gets Some

John woke at six-thirty and discovered that Argie was home and sleeping soundly. 'She must have come in after three,' he thought, then shaved and showered and went off to his Mc Donald's franchise to make sure things were going smoothly.

Jenny, the nineteen year old he had told Doctor Gladstone about, brushed her breast against his arm as he tried to squeeze past to check on the number of sausages on the grill. His dick lurched to attention and he promptly forgot his promises to Argie of being celibate save for her.

'Fuck her,' he told himself, where was she last night? Comes home smelling of sex. Does she think I can't tell? Or does she want me to know – to make me jealous?'

He whirled and headed to the front counter and caught Jenny staring at his crotch. Everything was running smoothly and he gave Jenny a knowing nod and went to the stockroom, hoping she would follow. Two minutes later the stockroom door opened and Jenny walked in, looking left and right until she spied him sitting on a pile of boxes in the far corner.

"Hello Mr. Franck," she said. Jenny had a slight lisp and that only made her sexier in his eyes.

"Did you have fun last night?" He asked, as the Community College basketball team had played their main rival the night before.

"Oh, I didn't go to the game. We won tho," she lisped.

"Why didn't you go?"

"I . . . had some thinking to do and some homework." She ran her hands over the top of her thighs as it trying to eradicate an itch.

"Mind if I ask what problems you were trying to solve?"

"You know . . ."

"I do?"

"Yes . . . the other day . . . in here."

"Oh."

She decided to wait him out, for Jenny was afraid to take the lead in this conversation. She wanted him again, but knew he had screwed several other girls who worked for him.

"Did you enjoy it? The other day . . . in here?" he said, making sure he used her words.

"Umm, yeah, I did."

"Wanna fool around some more?"

"You think?"

"We have time. We have plenty of time. C'mon over here, Jenny."

Jenny moved to Franck and he had her sit on his lap.

"I never asked, but do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh, I did, but Artie and me split up two weeks ago."

"Were the two of you serious?" He asked pulling her closer.

"Kinda."

"He took your cherry huh?"

"Yeah . . . how'd you know?" She grew animated, asking, "Did he tell you? He promised he wouldn't tell anyone."

"No, no, he . . . Jenny I don't even know him. I guessed it."

"Oh," she said and sighed then wiggled her bottom around on his lap, trying to find a comfortable fit for his ever rising erection. It wasn't long before he led her tiny hand to his zipper. Jenny gave him a lascivious smile, leaned in and removed his cock. Sliding off his lap to her knees, she looked at his cock and said, "Want me to blow you Mr. Franck?"

"That would be lovely, Jenny. Yes please, blow me."

Slowly she wrapped her lips around him. 

Jenny wanted to see the expression on his face just then, but felt she had to close her eyes as his member slithered along her tongue and into her moist, warm mouth.

"You've done this before, haven't you, you little minx?"

He heard a faint giggle come from her tightly sealed mouth, but she nodded her head several times to confirm his suspicions.

"You do this very well, you know," he told her and gently caressed the sides of her face with his hands. Almost as a reward for saying such sweet things to her, Jenny ran her tongue slowly along the ridge of his corona, tickling his most sensitive spot.

"Mmmmm," he groaned appreciatively. "That's nice, baby, really nice."

Jenny popped him from her mouth to inquire, "Do all the girls working here suck your cock, Mr. Franck?"

"No, not all of them."

"Who else besides me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I wanna compare notes."

"Lena," he said slowly. (Lena being a black girl, perhaps nineteen, and very thin.)

"And . . .?"

"Anna Mae, he sighed, then groaned as Jenny did something almost magical with her young tongue.

"Mmmmm?"

"Mrs. Wharton, but I haven't done her in a while."

"Mrs. Wharton?"

"Yeah, does that surprise you?"

"Ummm, thought you only did us college girls."

"Wrong. A pussy's a pussy, if you know what I mean."

He gasped with pleasure as her mouth closed down around him and she took him deeper. His hand dug into her hair, as he thrust his hips up at Jenny's face.

Taking him from her mouth, Jenny paused to take a breath, and then asked, "Mrs. Wharton suck as good as I do?"

"No, but she likes it up her ass, do you?"

"Never did it that way. I heard it hurts like the dickens tho. Does it really?'

"First time it does."

"Well it hurt some when I lost my cherry."

"Not quite the same. But done right . . . lots of lubrication and all, it's not so bad. Mrs. Wharton, for example, prefers it there rather than in her pussy."

"I wonder why?" Jenny said and began licking his balls.

"C'mon, suck me!" He gasped.

Excited by his words, Jenny gobbled him up and Franck started fucking her face with short, hard strokes, and Jenny reveled in it. His big prick slid in and out of her mouth as the wet, slurping sounds filled their ears. Jenny's tongue slid all around his cock, feeling each his pulsing veins pressing her cheeks out. She began to frig her clit as she awaited the hot burst of his cum to hit her throat.

"Gonna cum!' he warned her.

"Mmmmm," was her only reply.

Then Jenny felt the first of his hot blasts, hot, wet and sticky. She swallowed and continued sucking on him. Her thumb strumming madly over her clit and then as he let the last of five bursts loose, Jenny brought herself off, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body and letting him fall from her mouth she sat, then lay flat on the storeroom floor.

*****

Argie stirred and sat up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and purred with satisfaction. 'Well aren't I the well fucked woman?' she smiled smugly and stretched.

Hopping out of bed, she went into the bathroom and relieved herself, then sauntered into the living room and noted that John had left for work.

She put some coffee on and went to take a shower. Later, having her second cup of coffee, she dialed Milo's number.

He answered on the third ring.

"Hi," she said breathing heavily into the mouthpiece.

"Hi," he said in reply. His voice was thick and about as sexy as any male she had ever heard. Her fingers drifted to her pussy, tracing a pattern up and down the sides of her outer folds.

"I'm touching myself," she said, her voice husky with lust.

"Are you now," he said in that voice that made her tingle.

"You sound so sexy on the phone," she said, then groaned as her middle finger slipped into her wet cavity.

"Just woke up," he said. "Are you close to coming?"

"Don't know," Argie gasped, "Just started."

"Want me to come over there and help you finish?"

"I'll be finished long before you get here, but come on over." She gave him directions and he promised to be there in twenty minutes or less.

They hung up and she laughed aloud. "He doesn't give a shit if John is home or not. He's coming over to get laid. I love it!"

Argie spent the next ten minutes making herself presentable, not caring how the house looked; not bothering to finish her masturbation and opened the door on the first ring of the bell wearing a garter belt, white hose, high heels and a smile.

Milo was stunned by the very sight of her. For that matter the air in the room was filled with her scent; the scent of her desire.

He dropped to his knees and turned her around.

Argie was delighted that he wanted to inspect her and moaned loudly when he nibbled on her ass cheek. He planted kiss after wet kiss over her perfect butt. Argie moaned and bent forward, placing her arms on the back of the couch. 

'Wearing this outfit was a great idea,' she thought and fleeting made a note to wear it for John at some point.

She wriggled her rear end provocatively and squealed delightedly as the tip of his tongue licked her puckered asshole. Pleased with her response, Milo ran his tongue around her anus slowly and experimentally, eliciting an even more positive reaction.

"Are you sore back there? He asked.

"Oh, Milo . . . you know, I'm not!"

"Good."

"Isn't it strange that . . . ."

"If you really enjoyed it last night it must not have hurt that much. I'll use a lot of lubricant this time too. It shouldn't hurt at all."

"Oh, good!"

Milo made his tongue as firm as possible and thrust it against her puckered rose. 

Argie's knees buckled, and she rolled to her side. She ended up on the seat of the couch with her legs splayed erotically to the sides, her dark, well trimmed hair beckoning me closer; her eyes half lidded in pleasure. Milo crawled to her on hands and knees. Argie's erotic scent grew stronger as he approached her pussy; and buried his tongue deep within the folds of her soft, pink flesh in one quick movement.

"OH, GOD, YES!"

Her abdomen spasmed as Argie drew her legs up. She pulled Milo's face tight; her heels locked at the top of his back and her hand started pulling at the roots of his hair.

He licked upwards and found her clitoris; savored the firmness of it for a few seconds on the tip of his tongue, then compressed it tightly between his lips. Argie jerked at this and signaled him that her climax was nearing. Flicking his tongue over it time and time again he had her arching her back as she attempted to smother his face with her pussy.

He took her tiny bud into his mouth and heated even more with the steam from his breath and then sucked hard upon it. 

Argie went rigid. She locked her legs around his head. He sucked even harder and a wondrous vibration began from somewhere deep within her.

"COMING!" she croaked, and shook with pleasure for the next thirty seconds.

*****

Back in the storeroom, John had Jenny's legs upon his shoulders as he pounded his meat into her tender cunt.

"Oh, Jeez! Oh, Jeez! Oh, Jeez!" She chanted as each stroke bounced off her cervix.

Jenny was coming non-stop and had been for the past ten minutes. John had one of his perennial erections, one that at the moment showed no signs of abating and poor Jenny, although loving every minute of their wild fucking, was not up to taking much more of it.

"Oh, Jeez!"

"Like it, huh?" He barked, pounding into her.

"Oh, Jeez!"

Neither heard the storeroom door open. Mrs. Wharton stood there watching for a minute.

"Oh, Jeez!"

She licked her lips and began to quickly undress. Naked, she moved next to the fornicating couple.

"Oh, Jeez!"

"John, save some for me, would you?"

John glanced up through sex-laden eyelids and smiled.

"Oh, Jeez!" Jenny gasped one last time as she shimmied off his instrument of impalement, trying to cover herself.

"Easy Jenny," Mrs. Wharton said touching the girl's arm. "I want some of him too. Do you mind?"

"Um, Oh, no!" she whispered. "You're not . . ."

"Going to say a word," he said, finishing the sentence for her. "Get dressed, that is if you're sufficiently fucked for the moment."

"Yeah, yeah, I am, oh, jeez!" Jenny scurried away to grab her clothes and dress.

And a genial Mrs. Wharton took her place and presented her rear end to Franck.

"I'm wet enough, darling," she cooed. John spread her ass apart, and sent his cock deep within her anus. 

Mrs. Wharton passed some inadvertent wind in accepting his girth in her tightest confines while Jenny watched in amazement at the ease with which her boss entered the older woman. John noticed her watching and told her, "Next time, we'll try this. Especially now that you've seen how easy it can be."

"Go deeper, lover," Mrs. Wharton hissed.

"I'll have you know that Jenny here can suck dick with the best, baby," he told the older woman, in part to placate the younger Jenny, in part to let Mrs. Wharton know he still preferred her ass to Jenny's mouth.

"Can she now?" said Mrs. Wharton, causing Jenny to flush and quickly leave the storeroom and return to work, scrupulously avoiding the odd looks from her co-workers.

*****

"I want to get on top," Argie gasped; then scampered around until she was astride Milo.

"Mmmm," he moaned as she began to rock over him; grasping him gently as she fit him inside of her. He moaned again as the slow and delicious feeling of warm envelopment took over as Argie pushed down around him. He thought he could hold out initially, but it seemed as if he could feel every ripple, every ridge of her walls pushing him toward the edge. 

Milo tried to shift his attention to her pleasure to delay his own; caressing her breasts, using a feathery touch with his open palms to brush her nipples. It caused her to shiver with delight, but he looked into her gorgeous eyes as they stared back at him and that of all things caused him to nearly explode.

"AHHHH," he groaned.

Argie raised herself up till he was just barely inside her; then taking him back deep inside. 

"Wait."

"Huh?" Argie moaned dully, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him in her, especially since she could control his whereabouts within her pussy.

"Oh . . . ya gonna cum?" she husked and began to milk him with some urgency. Her contractions did Milo in. His hips jerked spasmodically. With a loud primal cry he let loose a torrent of ejaculate. The sensualness of it heating her inner walls caused Argie to climax violently.

Neither was sure just how long they lay there on the couch. But eventually they roused themselves sufficiently to have at it three more times before Argie shooed him off, fearing that John might come home early. So with a series of whispered affections, well placed pinches, a hundred or more kisses and caresses they agreed to meet the following afternoon.

*****

Franck seized both of Mrs. Wharton's tits and squeezed hard. "Ahhhh!" she moaned, for it was very painful. He rammed himself inside of her as her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. The perspiration had beaded up on both their foreheads as he continued to fuck her anally. Suddenly, she locked her legs behind him as she screamed out her orgasm and he watched her whole body shake; his thrusting never slowing down as she rocked through one orgasm after another. Following the third, he eased himself from her ass and presented his slimy cock to her mouth.

"Suck me off, bitch!" he snarled, for she loved rough treatment. Mrs. Wharton nodded her head vigorously and tentatively reached out to touch him and felt it leap beneath her fingers. Franck pulled her forward as she parted her lips to welcome his cock inside her mouth. At the first taste of his shit-speckled cock on her tongue, Mrs. Wharton went crazy with lust, slurping animal-like on his cock, kissing the sides, licking his balls and trying to deep throat him although she couldn't quite manage it.

John looked down at her. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on cleansing him of her anal secretions and more. He began to finger her and as she started to moan he added a second, then a third finger --- plunging them in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

"Please fuck meeeee!" Mrs. Wharton wailed.

"Where?"

"Muh ass! Up my ass, please!" She was barely coherent.

He knelt between her wide spread legs and nestled his bloated prick at her gaping asshole. Slowly he pushed himself into her, meeting little if any resistance.

"Jesus that feels good!" She exclaimed. He had one of her knees in each arm and was rotating his hips as he worked the full length of himself into her. Her anal muscles, well practiced from all her anal activity, clenched at him as he eased it back and forth.

"PLEASE FUUCK MEEEE!" she pleaded; then moaned as he moved faster and faster. She raised her hips to meet his thrusting, grunting savagely each time he buried himself in her. Her head was lolling from side to side when he dropped her legs and rolled her over. Her rectum was open so much that he never took his cock from her ass.

"Gonna cum," he told her and she could only grunt her approval. He pounded her relentlessly --- bringing Mrs. Wharton to three successive orgasms before erupting into her ass for the final time of the morning.

"Clean yourself up and take the rest of the day off, with pay of course," he said tersely as he dressed.

"Thank you," she said meekly, thoroughly subdued and satiated.

"Don't thank me," he said. "And don't barge in on me when I'm screwin' one of the kids."

"Well, I . . ."

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard."

"You'll scare 'em off. Or worse, frighten them so that they tell someone else who'll tell the authorities."

Them he calmed down and spoke in a more soothing tone. "Look, baby, we have a good thing going. You love it up the kiester and I love putting it up there. I know your husband can't get it up and you want more, but I got all I can handle, ya know? And my wife just learned I've been fucking around and is pissed at me. That's putting it mildly, ya know?"

Mrs. Wharton nodded her understanding of his situation.

"By the way, what the fuck is your first name anyway?"

"Mavis," she said and her mouth quivered, and then she was crying.

"What the fuck?"

"Two years . . ."

"What are you . . .?"

"Two years you've been fucking me and only now you think to ask my name."

A feeling of remorse enveloped him and he held her close and then kissed her gently on the lips.

"Mavis, I'll never call you by your married name again, I promise."

Mavis looked at him. Her eyes were shining. "I love you, John Franck," she whispered, "I love you."



John & Argie Ch. 08



Two days later, Franck was nervously looking over his shoulder, hoping that Mrs. Wharton, or Mavis, hadn't entered the fast food restaurant that morning. 

"Why the fuck did I ever tell her I loved her?" He asked himself for the thousandth time, then gnashed his teeth and jumped to his second and primary concern – Argie and how to get back in her good graces.

Jenny sauntered by and bumped him with her hip, but he chose to ignore her. For the first time in memory, John wasn't horny and it made him edgy. He called Argie at home and was immeasurably relieved when she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi Argie, how are things on the home front?"

"Things are fine," she responded. The puzzlement in her tone carried over to him and John quickly followed with, "Reason I'm calling and all is . . . um, I wondered, would you like to have lunch with me today?"

"Lunch?"

"Yeah, I thought we might go to Benny's Bistro. They got a nice patio. We could sit outside, it's not too hot and you like their shrimp and . . ."

"Yes, okay . . . what time?" This time he managed to detect a certain pleasurable note in her response and his hopes rose accordingly.

"Its 9:20 now . . . how's noon sound?"

"Noon is good for me. What's come over you? You never invite me to lunch."

"I'm trying to be a good husband, Argie."

"Hmmph," she sniffed, obviously not believing him.

"I know, I know," he protested, "All my fuckin' around hasn't been good for either of us. But we're growing apart and I don't want that. I don't think you do either," he added lamely, hoping desperately that she agreed.

"You made your bed!" Argie spat out as her anger returned.

"Argie, wait!" He wailed, thinking she was hanging up on him, but she did not.

"What?" She asked dully, worried that he might be about to sever their marital relationship.

"Are we still on?" He asked, his concern conveyed to Argie by the worried tone of his words.

"Yes, we're on," she responded as elation filled her chest. "I'll meet you at Benny's," she said waving her free hand in the air as a victory sign as she hung up.

*****

They maintained a fairly silent truce through lunch, then Argie said, "You know, John, our marriage isn't dead."

"I . . . love you Argie," he groaned.

She looked at him, found him as pathetic as a young pup and took pity on him. After all, she thought, 'I've been screwing my ass off and enjoying every minute of it.' An idea began to form in her mind – two cocks were better than one and perhaps she might enjoy Milo's and John's for a while.

"I . . . I realize I've got a problem and . . ."

"Shut up and listen to me for a change," Argie said.

"Okay."

"As I started to say, our marriage isn't over, but it has taken a very weird twist."

He nodded and she kept on talking, kneading her hands as she did. She tried to meet his eyes as she spoke, but quickly lowered them and stared at the glass in front of her.

"I've discovered that I like having sex with someone other than you. Not that you're bad you understand, quite the contrary. But I had to do something . . . after learning about all your other women . . . anyway, I met this guy . . . 

I let him pick me up and we went to a motel. John . . . I loved the way he did me."

John put his head in his hands and thought the worst. Argie raised her eyes then, and said, "I hope you're listening to me, John. Our marriage isn't over. It has taken a new turn. I don't want you running around screwing anything you see."

He nodded his assent, but wasn't thinking clearly; wasn't really hearing what lay behind Argie's words.

"But I'm not saying you can't see anyone else either. I like having another guy in bed with me. I didn't think I would, but your actions forced me to find out if I was still attractive to other men."

He raised his face and met her eyes.

"I certainly am that. What's more, I liked getting laid by a virtual stranger. I'm going to do it again, too. Not tonight, or tomorrow. 

But this guy I met . . . well, he's a terrific lay . . . but I'm telling you up front I will be seeing someone else eventually."

John was staring in disbelief at Argie.

"How many times can I say I'm sorry, Argie? I've been a fool. I've hurt you and made some terrible mistakes. I can't change any of that . . ."

"Shut up and listen to me!" she hissed without raising her voice.

"Huh?"

"Haven't you been listening to me?"

"Yeah, sure . . . what?" He was thoroughly disconcerted, but finally giving Argie his complete attention.

Slowly, as if speaking to a young child, Argie repeated most of what she had just said. A look of disbelief spread over John's face as the 

understanding sank in.

"And you still want to fuck him?"

"Of course I do. And you too."

"At the same time? You want a double?"

"No, I do not want a double. One at a time is plenty for me. No, I mean you do it with . . . whoever and I'll do it with my . . . boyfriend of 

the moment."

"Boyfriend of the moment . . ." He said, drawing the words out, almost tasting them. This meant there was hope. She was telling him he could keep screwing around and that she was going to do it too. 

"Wait a minute," he said, "I don't like . . ."

"It's not a matter of your liking anything!" She said quickly, cutting him off. "You've made your bed, and this is about what I want, not you."

"You're serious?"

"Of course I am."

"You've thought it all through?"

"Some of it, yes. Not all of it. For example, we need to make a schedule so we don't step on one another's toes."

"Huh?"

"We will tell each other when we'll be dallying with someone else." For the first time in days, Argie smiled at him. John was hard in an instant.

He smiled back at her. "Want to jump my bones now?" He asked.

"That's the first sensible thing you've said this afternoon."

"I can call in, tell Charlie to take charge," he offered.

"Do it!" She said. Her eyes were smoldering with lust.

He waved for the check and said, "This is crazy."

"It is, kind of." Then with a deliberate cruelty she added, "I want to see how you stack up against my current lover."

Franck winced, then asked, "Who is it?"

"Nobody you know. At least I don't think so."

"What's his name?"

"What are their names? Argie shot back.

"Let's drop the subject and get our asses home," he said.

"Now that's the second sensible thing you've said." She stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom. Pay the bill and I'll meet you back at the house."

*****

As it turned out, Argie followed John all the way. Once inside, he began to shed his clothing, leaving a trail in his wake as he headed to their 

master bedroom. Argie waited until they were in the bedroom before starting to strip.

"Sit down, John," she said, and then turning on a CD, she began a striptease that she had worked out in her mind on the way home.

Argie took a second to catch the beat. Then her hips began to move, dancing provocatively, lifting her skirt and flashing her tanned thighs

above her stocking tops – slowly running her hands over the contours of each breast in turn, and as the first number ended, began 

unbuttoning her blouse.

John sat on the edge of the chair, almost toppling off, but not quite. His jaw hung open and Argie almost laughed at him on noting a 

slight drool at the corner of his mouth. His erection was more than evident and she began to hurry along, wanting him inside her, 

wanting him badly.

The next track kicked off with a throbbing deep bass, a slow, sensual number by Barry White. Argie was equal to it, slowly slipping her 

blouse off her shoulders and then spinning away from him so that all he could see was her back and a slight curve of a breast. Slowly,

provocatively, Argie let the blouse fall from her arms and tossed it at him, turning her face to see if he caught it.

He did, and placed it carefully on the back of the chair he was sitting in.

Hiding the smug smile that lit up her face, Argie reached behind her and with tantalizing, gradual movements, pulled the zipper down, opened the front button and bent her knees as she wiggled her skirt down to her ankles.

With a graceful maneuver, she spun around to face him, legs apart, wearing only a half-bra, garter-belt, stockings, thong and high-heeled shoes.

Argie tried for eye contact, but found her husband staring at the point just below her garter-belt. She had a sudden exhilarating feeling then, as she realized the sexual power she still held over him and wondered fleetingly if she would perform this way for Milo in a few days.

As Barry White's voice and music faded away, Argie sat on the loveseat directly across from John. As the next track began, she went through

a series of lewd maneuvers that involved her hands caressing the more interesting parts of her anatomy.

John's eyes were almost bulging out of his head. His hand had dropped into his lap and Argie was certain she'd seen him squeezing himself

several times. She swung her legs over the arm of the loveseat and began to peel off a stocking.

John rose from where he was sitting and came to her, not touching her and then knelt before her in an almost worshiping manner.

Ignoring his close proximity, Argie slipped a foot daintily out of her right shoe; then made a little production out of unsnapping the garter that held up her right stocking. She leaned back and did a leg-flash kick as she slid it down. 

John almost fell backward when she caught the stocking on her toes, and played with it before letting it pop off, only to drop the stocking on 

her crotch and then removing it very slowly to further tantalize and titillate her errant husband. Argie bestowed a wickedly suggestive smile as she tossed the stocking aside and put her shoe back on.

She heard his sharp intake of breath and repeated the process with her left leg, this time laying back on the love seat before using the leg-flash

kick to take the other stocking off.

Then she stood, her cunt inches from his slack-jawed face. 'Was this really the man who had had so many women?' She wondered briefly and then removed the garter-belt, leaving her in only bra and thong panties. Argie noticed that her heart was pounding from the excitement she was generating between them. She made herself a promise – she would get John to take her to a strip club where she could perform before 

a larger audience.

"Argie . . . baby!" He croaked as he fumbled for his prick from the confines of his slacks.

She glanced down, impressed as always, with the very size of him. Wanting him inside her, but knowing she had to continue with her act or 

risk losing him again.

Licking her lips in a very suggestive fashion while looking at his throbbing erection, Argie slowly reached behind her and unhooked her bra. 

She didn't allow it to drop to the floor, but held it in front of her, covering her breasts. She kept dancing to the slow beat of the music, 

permitting her husband the occasional peek at a nipple before she tired of the charade and tossed her bra into his face.

He caught it and draped it over his neck as he stared at her breasts as if seeing them for the first time. Laughing wickedly, Argie pulled John 

to his feet and placed his hands on the elastic of her thong. "Take it off," she commanded huskily.

He did, sliding his hands down her thighs and calves. Argie helped by stepping out of it. He tried to bury his face in her bush. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders as he kissed her wet folds over and over. 

"That's it, baby," She cooed, "Eat me, eat me good!"

He was gentle, almost too gentle for what she craved at the moment, but John knew a thing or two about eating pussy and was soon licking up and down Argie's slick slit. She moaned appreciatively and he sent the tip of his tongue into her. 

Argie reached out, grasped his head and pulled him to her. He resorted to teasing her by tracing the length of her plush slit, but avoiding 

contact with her throbbing clit, and delving in and out of her folds as she moaned louder and louder. In a matter of seconds his mouth and 

chin were coated with Argie's pungent sauces.

"Oooh, John!" She gasped as he zeroed in on her clit, flicking it, sucking it and sending two fingers into her.

Argie lost track of everything except her own pleasure.

Though his hearing was partially muffled by his wife's thighs griping the sides of his head, John could hear her moaning, "YES! OOOH, CHRIST, DO . . . IT!"

He felt the anticipated orgasm in the tremble of her legs and knowing enough about women in general and Argie in particular, he paused, 

moving his face to one side and waited.

"Don't stop!" she whined. "Don't stop!"

"Say please, baby, please."

"FUCK! All right! Please, baby, please?"

"Mean it!"

"Oh, lover, please . . . do me?"

"Say it again!"

"Please, please, do me?"

"That's much better, Argie baby," he whispered, as he slipped two fingers into her sodden cunt and returned his lips to her engorged clit.

Two, perhaps three seconds passed before Argie screamed. Exquisite spasms seemed to explode through first her lower extremities and seconds later, her breasts, neck and brain. Argie collapsed upon John, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him gasping for air. She never knew it happened. He squirmed out from under her and recaptured needed air in his lungs.

They lay entwined in one another's limbs for a time. Then Argie, somewhat revived, reached out and began tickling his balls. He was still 

hard, and she took him in hand and slowly pumped him until he was fully engorged.

He moaned.

She planted a wet kiss on the head of his cock.

He moaned again.

She giggled and squirmed about on the bed as she sucked and licked upon his cockhead. He opened his eyes and saw her dewy petals inches away; the nectar of her sex spilling forth, covering her bush and inner thigh. John renewed his rug munching and caught Argie unexpectedly.

"Oh, no! Oh, my God! Yes! Yes!" she screeched. To shut herself up she forced his thick hardon into her mouth and down her throat, giving it 

half-hearted sucks when she could over-ride the enormous pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

Argie came quickly and forcibly; then allowing his cock to flop from her gaping mouth, she collapsed inert on the bed.

John was now ready to fuck her and grew impatient waiting for Argie to revive. He spread her legs apart and moved between them. 

Argie's eyes opened.

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"You can take that to the bank, baby," he said, smiling down at her.

"Mmmm, well, I'm wet and I'm ready, honey."

He was easing himself into her as she uttered the words and stroking in and out before she'd finished. Argie wiggled her pelvis and locked her legs around his waist. She twisted her head back and forth as the sensations increased.

"Very nice, baby, very nice," she purred.

Moments later a minor orgasm rippled through her system causing her to groan out with a long "Ooooooh!" John slowed his pace. 

Argie pulled his head down and they kissed. It was a leisurely kiss at first, then it grew in its urgency. The flat of her palms rubbed his back as Argie crested to an even higher peak. As he continued to pump his dick in and out of her sluicy cunt, she began to whisper his name over and over. 

He relished the comfort her writhing and undulating beneath him brought to the fore and although he didn't regret his infidelities, he regretted having hurt Argie with them. 

The walls of Argie's cunt were contracting around his cock and she slipped her hands to his ass and started kneading the cheeks as if to squeeze 

every drop of cum from his body when he came.

John was ready, and increased his tempo, slamming his prick deeply with each rapid thrust. Her back arched, and he slipped his hands in the newly 

created gap and gripped her ass in return. Argie's eyes closed, and her mouth opened, emitting a choked, stuttering cry as her hips gave a great heave, and she crashed through the barrier into ecstasy.

He erupted, filling her with a tumultuous load, as even more delirious waves swept over Argie. They lay there locked together as their orgasms 

ebbed, silly smiles of satisfaction seemingly permanent fixtures on their faces as they stared in wonderment at one another.

"Wow!" John said, as he exhaled.

"Yeah!" Argie whispered in agreement.

Some time passed before they moved again. It was John who reached out to fondle her right breast, cupping and molding it in his palm. Argie hissed 

a sharp intake of breath each time he tweaked the nipple. He took the stiffened tip in his mouth, bit it and she moaned with the pleasure this induced. 

John moved to the other breast and repeated the process as Argie slithered about and found him, placed his fast rising erection inside her and 

managed to get two or three inches inside her as he increased the tension of each nip upon her tender nipples.

This wondrous pleasure went on for several minutes, during which time the blood continued to flow into his prick, filling it out to its fullest. Gravity took over and he plunged deeper and deeper into her. She was astride him, riding him, her face buried in a cleft between his shoulder and neck, her loins moving as through they had a mind of their own, rhythmically humping against him, the pace growing faster and faster. Argie's sweat dampened hair was matted to her face and forehead when he reached behind her with both hands, seizing a cheek with each and forced them together, then spread them apart. He pulled them up, then slammed them down. Argie began to huff, then gave out a long, low strangled cry and came even harder than she had earlier.

They dozed off for a while, and then a royally pleased Argie shook him awake. She had a wide smile on her face and took him in hand and stroked

him to his full size.

"You awake, lover?" She asked lovingly.

"Mmmm, I guess," he replied groggily.

Argie, ever the temptress, bent forward as if to go on all fours, but then her arms folded up under her and her head came to rest on the bedding between his ankles. There was the maddening sight of their respective genitals separated by scant inches.

"Do me like this, Honey," she murmured. "I really enjoy this position."

There before him, was the sweet spread of her ass, waiting for him to complete the picture. With a certain undeniable grace, John slid out from under her, got to his knees, and slapped her pink rosebud with the head of his cock.

She moaned in anticipation. "You haven't put it up there in a while. I've missed it."

There was no denying his excitement at the prospect of reaming her ass out. John was an ass man, always had been. But despite the large number of conquests, he hadn't gone the backdoor route all that often.

He slid his fingers into her juicy cunt, lubing them and then rubbed the plain of her back until she moaned. Only then did he venture around her to pluck at her nipples as they hung down like cows udders, teasing her still further, knowing it added to the ultimate excitement fucking her up the ass would bring.

While he was occupied with her tits, Argie was reaching between her legs and applying a generous amount of her juices to her asshole, penetrating it with first one finger and then a second, wresting it open enough to allow him easy access. When she was ready, she reached back and gave his 

testicles a gentle squeeze, signaling him of her readiness.

As she girded herself for the painful impalement, Argie concentrated on other matters and began to see their marriage more clearly, imperfect, certainly, but it was actually pretty good.

John began to tease her, knowing it would heighten her excitement as well as his own.

"You want to be fucked in the ass, don't you?"




John & Argie Ch. 08



"Oh, yeah!"

"You need to be fucked in the ass, don't you?"

"Mmmm, yeah!"

"You've needed this for quite a long time, haven't you?"

"Oh, you know it!"

"You're so desperate for my cock right now you'd do anything, wouldn't you?"

"Anything!"

"Yeah, you'd do whatever you had to for some cock, wouldn't you?"

Each time he asked a question, he yanked his cock viciously from her rectum and slapped her ass with it.

When she responded to his questions, he would shove it back into her and fuck her for a short time before asking the next question. 

This was a game they first played on their honeymoon. He wondered why they had stopped playing it; couldn't remember why.

Argie remembered it too. But she had an answer to why they had not done this in a while. 'He started fucking around,' she thought, 

'But he's back with me now, and I'm going to keep him close at hand from now on.'

It wasn't really true, for he had been cheating on her from the outset of their relationship. But a certain distance had grown over time and perhaps that was the real reason the game playing had ended.

He felt himself getting ready to come a second time and increased the pace of his thrusting; he also quickened his taunting questions.

"You need my cock, don't you?"

"Yes!" She answered just as quickly.

"You love my cock in your ass, don't you?"

"I do, I do!"

"Cock! My cock!"

"Yes! Your cock!"

"Any cock!"

"Any cock!" She responded, and he started to ejaculate deep into her ass, and his continued thrusting flushed his seed from within her and splashed it out, covering her thighs and his testicles as well as the sheets on the bed.

"Any cock!" She screamed, and came so hard that she actually passed out.

*******

When Argie came to, John was holding her. Whispering how much he loved her, needed her, and missed her. She told him she loved him too. But when he asked if things would go back to normal, she laughed and told him emphatically, that this was as normal as it would ever be again. 

"You broke the marriage pact, John," she said calmly. "I did too after I found out. It turns out I like having another lover . . . ."

"You do, huh?"

"Yes, I do. I've decided to enter into an open marriage with you. If you decide against it then I want a divorce. If you can live with it, well, we can go on. I do love you, but you started this . . . a long time ago. Now you have to face the consequences."

"And that would be?"

"We keep our relationships such as they are from the children."

"How long do you think that will last, Argie?"

"I don't know. But we keep it from them as long as we can."

"All right."

"I'll tolerate your women; you do the same with respect to my lovers."

"Okay."

A short silence ensued while both thought about what was just agreed to and then John spoke. "What about broadening the criteria a little?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, hypothetically speaking, what if you decided to try two men?"

"Yes?"

"Two strangers, or would I be one of them?"

Argie laughed. "I haven't given that any thought, John," she replied, although she certainly had. Two men at once was her favorite fantasy.

"I suppose we should consider a similar scenario from your perspective as well," she said.

"I guess," John replied, that being his favorite fantasy as well.

Argie fired a salvo at him, revealing a little of her actual feelings on the subject. "Are you thinking of inviting the bimbo across the street into our bedroom?" 

"Not until this second," he shot back at her, knowing exactly where she was coming from.

Then he quickly made a peace offering. "Look baby, we're both walking on thin ice here. We've just made love and really enjoyed being with one another. Let's not spoil it by baiting each other, huh?"

She surprised him by agreeing immediately.

"You're right. We want our marriage to last. Let's not set conditions that doom it to failure."

"Right. Why not take it a day at a time?"

"Honey, that's a great idea," Argie said and kissed him lightly on the lips as the front door opened and their youngest children, Jodie and Tricia, trooped into the house.

"Let's be normal for a few hours, eh?" Argie whispered, giving him another kiss before heading into the family room to see if the kids were hungry.

The End