0 comments/ 4789 views/ 0 favorites Vixen On Top Ch. 02 By: Silmarillion The old Chevy rolled to a stop in front of the King's Ransom. Martyr reluctantly turned of the ignition; she sat in the car for a few minutes. "Damn these guys," she thought. "They know I don't like these fucking parties." When Smitty retired, the shift threw a bash and every asshole in the party put the make on her. Even a couple of the female guards tried to get in her pants and she was not anxious to fend off a bunch of drunks again. Marty took a few deep breaths and opened the car door. She resolved to leave if anything was said or done that she didn't like. "Besides, it's early in the morning. Surely they won't tie one at this hour." Walking into the bar Marty saw that it was dark and quiet. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the pale light. Because she was still in uniform, the bartender, without a word, pointed to the room in the back of the place where private parties were sometimes held. Marty could hear the music through the door as she got close. When she opened the door a little and looked in she heard one of the male voices call out, "Get in here. We got a party going in your honor and you're late." She identified the voice as Turnbull, one of the night officers. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw him sitting on a stool. Walking toward him she wished she had refused the invitation. "My treat baby. What are you having?" Turnbull asked. "It's too early for me. I'll have coffee," Marty said. She knew that one drink would lead to another, and another. And, she had a lot to get done. Taking the coffee and returning to Turnbull, Marty said, "Thanks for the party. I wish you hadn't done it." He smiled and nodded. "Looks like everybody beat me here. Am I the last one?" Again, he nodded. Marty surveyed the crowd. There were about thirty people there, some strangers to her -- people who worked at the institution but who she never saw because they were stationed in far distant buildings. She was happy to see the ratio of men to women was about one to one. She had no idea how many of them might be married and she wondered if the wives and husbands knew their partners were at the party. Many were half loaded by the time Marty got to the party. Some of the guards had teamed up with members of the opposite sex and were making out in the booths that lined the walls. "Come on, Marty. Let's dance," a voice from behind her boomed. She looked around and was surprised to see the supervisor standing there. "OK, Leo. Let's do it." She stepped up against him and they whirled onto the dance floor. The song on the juke box was a slow, western piece and Leo pulled Marty even closer for the dance. As they moved together on the dance floor Marty could feel Leo's cock rising in his pants and pressing against her crotch. The heat was almost palpable coming from his loins. Marty felt herself responding to the man, even though she'd dust been laid a short time before. She wondered why she felt this way now because in the past when they were co-workers she never gave any thought to making it with Leo. The dance ended and Leo led Marty to a booth. He ordered another drink and a cup of coffee for Marty. "I wish you'd have a cool one with me. I'd kind of like to have you a tiny bit intoxicated." "Well," Marty answered, "I would, it's just that I have so much to do today." As they talked, Marty looked across the room and saw a scantily clad couple had entered through the back door. They were hired party entertainers. The woman was tall, voluptuous and the only things she wore were tiny pasties and a G-string. The man, tall also, and heavily muscled, wore a G-string that barely covered the big cock Marty could see through the fabric. "Wow, look at that," Leo said. His eyes glazed over as he watched the woman move around the room, dancing suggestively. "Yeah..." Marty said. She stared at the sexy guy, wishing he would remove the tiny thing that covered his big cock. No sooner had the thought passed from her mind than the couple stripped down to nothing. "Wow," Leo said again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Marty stared at the massive cock that swung between the dancer's legs. She scarcely noticed the woman and she completely forgot about Leo. Marty felt heat and wetness between her legs, she felt her pants getting wet and wished she was home so she could masturbate. She realized, fully, that she had done without a man for too long. The first thought was using her hand and she didn't like thinking about that first instead of a man. "Who's the party for?" the male dancer asked. The music had stopped and they were standing in the middle of the dance floor. Everyone in the party shouted, "Marty. It's Marty." They all pointed to her and Marty felt her cheeks burning as she blushed. The sexy male dancer came toward her, his cock swaying back and forth. The dancer held out his hand to Marty. "Please," he said. "Dance with me." She shook her "no" until the man said, "Hey, come on lady. I've been paid to dance for you. I might as well dance with you." Marty climbed out of the booth while the others all cheered. Walking in a daze, she went with him to the dance floor. She longed to take his big cock in her hands and excite him; she wanted to experience that massive thing sliding into her cunt, fucking her. The man scooped Marty up as if she were a child and sat her on his broad shoulders. Holding her there with his big hands on her thighs, he began to dance again. The second dance was as wildly sensual as the first and the music they danced to as a home made tape the couple brought with them. The naked lady played the recording, laughing with all the others at the bawdy lyrics. When the number was over and he sat Marty on a stool she was perspiring and excited. The man picked up his little G-string and pulled a tiny piece of paler out of the pouch. He handed Marty, first the paper, then the G-string. Straining in the dim light she saw that the paper had a phone number written on it. Marty looked up at him and asked, "You want to date me? I? That it?" "You got it. The date is personal -- not part of the entertainment." "I could do with a private party. Want to come home with me?" "I'd love to." The man took back his little G-string, tried to stuff his semi-erect cock into it and finally gave up. "Lead the way lady." Laughing, feeling odd with her bold actions in front of the others, Marty took the man's hand and led him out of the dance room. She was anxious to get the hunk home and get into bed with him. They scurried through the open part of the bar, out into the parking lot. Other customers sitting at the bar turned, awed, and stared. Marty unlocked the passenger door and let the man in. She ran around and climbed into the car and drove off before the others could follow. And, before she changed her mind. In traffic, the man said, "You understand this is strictly between you and me. No business. Just pleasure." "Yes. And let me tell you, I could do with some pleasure." Marty was grateful none of her neighbors were out when she pulled in beside the little trailer. The ran from the car to the door and then inside. She locked the door and turned to face the man she'd brought home. He was already slipping out of the G-string again. "Come on lady: get naked." Marty was out of her clothing in nothing flat and pressing herself against the incredibly handsome stud. He turned her head up and lowered his lips to hers. While he kissed her, Marty's hands sought out the huge piece of meat he so proudly showed off. When the kiss ended she tried to lead him into the bedroom but he insisted that she sit on the couch. He knelt in front of her and kissed both of her knees. Slowly, deliberately, he licked her thighs, working his way upward. Marty scooted her ass close to the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide. She reached down with both hands and parted the lips of her cunt to give him free and easy access with his tongue. The stud leaned his head forward and began to lap at Marty's snatch. The sudden, wonderful, glorious intrusion of his tongue in her pussy sent Marty into spasms. Her voice was choked, her breathing came in gasps and gulps and she could hardly sit still as he licked her deeply. Over and over the man's broad tongue slithered against the tender membranes of her cunt. He raised his face slightly and licked Marty's clit. The first contact of his tongue on her little love button made her scream in joy and ecstasy. Knowing he'd found her secret, he concentrated on pleasing her by sucking as licking the clit. Amazingly, he found that it grew to incredible length and thickness. Marty lifted her legs and let her body fall flat. Her intent was to spread her legs and her pussy as far apart as possible so that the man could delve all the way into her. She wanted to tell him how good it felt but again, as with her earlier orgasm, the spasms came too quickly. The man's hot, slippery tongue on her clit caused her to plummet down a long corridor that was lined with relief and miracle. The orgasm was deep, intent and bone rattling. She came with such powerful contractions that she lost her breath for a moment. When she was breathing normally, although heavily, she looked down and watched as his head moved up and down with each broad swipe of his tongue. Marty held her legs with her hands and lifted her butt off the couch to better present her snatch to the man. He licked and licked and sliced at her until she was almost weak. Serial orgasms and multiple orgasms were only known to Marty through books and magazine articles she'd read and not until she got turned on so by the handsome guy with the big dick did she ever experience one. When the man finally stopped licking and caressing her clit with his tongue and lips he raised up and leaned across the couch to hug Marty. His big cock brushed against her pussy and excited her to new heights. She hadn't forgotten about the giant cock while he was eating her out and making her cum over and over but she had been unable to tear herself away from him. His oral sex was too good to stop in the middle of the process and tell him she wanted to fuck. "I want to feel that big cock of your inside of me. I want you to fuck me," she told him. "First I want you to play with it," he answered her. "I'm a show off, remember. I like to show off my body and my equipment and I love it when I can find a woman who will admire me." Marty squirmed around and got off the couch. The man stretched out full length on the couch while she was getting up. He spread his arms up above his head and separated his legs. His cock was firm, full, dripping a little pre-cum already. It lay against his belly, quivering a little. Marty took hold of the big organ greedily and found that her fingers would not go all the way around it. She placed her ands one beside the other, the way a baseball player holds a bat and discovered that a good three inches still remained exposed. "Stroke it," the man said. "Rub it up and down." Marty began to move her hands on the big cock, watching, fascinated as the skin hooded the flared head, then slipped back to expose the brightly engorged glans. Marty had never seen a cock so big before. Not even in the ladies magazines that she liked to read had there ever been a photo of anything like this. "Will you fuck me?" she asked. "That's what I want." "I'll do anything you want," he told her. "How about if you dust climb on now, in this position?" She straddled the sexy dude, holding his cock as she maneuvered into position, and then tried to lower herself onto the big cock. Seeing that the fit was too tight without Marty using her hands, the dancer reached up and delicately spread the lips of her pussy apart. In that way, the head fitted easily and then as Marty let her weight go downward, the cock slipped in. Tight, full and very hot, it filled her love canal fully and made her squeal with sexual arousal and delight. "Does it feel good? How do you like my big cock in there?" "Oh, my God, yes it feels good. I never had it like this. Never," she answered. Marty and the male dancer interlocked their fingers and he helped her brace herself and maintain her balance while she rocked back and forth on the giant rod. Sweat ran in rivulets down Marty's body and dripped on the man. He was wet, too, with his own sweat. His cock was dribbling pre-cum when Marty sat on it and her own twat was dripping lubricating liquids when she plugged into the man. Together they created loud squishy sounds which briefly reminded her of Mitch back at the prison. Her thoughts were not long away from the hunk who lay beneath her though because he started to thrust upward which each of Marty's downward pushes. Their fucking rhythm had been set and they couldn't break the pace. It was too good. "Oh, oh, oh..." Marty gasped each time the big cock shoved into her. More than just the exquisite full feeling, she was being excited by the muscular ridge on the man's pelvis and the contact with the sensitive little clit. "I'm close. I'm close," she said over and over. "Yeah. I'm gonna cum too," he replied. They griped each other's hands tightly and fucked aster and faster. His cock had stretched her cunt to such incredible dimensions that she was feeling it all through her body. The man came first. His big cock rocketed about inside of her. Thrusting and jabbing and delighting her. The spasms and pounding contractions of her own pussy met with his orgasm and together they rushed into sexual fulfillment. The cries that filled the room were loud and abandoned. The couch squeaked and shook behind their efforts but it held up. When Marty began to simmer down she opened her eyes and looked down at the man. She cocked her head to one side and watched closely the expressions on his face, wondering what was happening with him. "Raise up. Hurry, raise up," he told her. Marty pulled herself free of the massive organ as fast and she could, spilling their combined sexual juices onto him. "Watch this," he told her. And, while Marty watched, the man took hold of his cock with both hands and began to stroke. He lay there, completely naked, and jacked himself off for her amusement. He spurted long white strands of cum high into the air. Ropes of cum looped around and fell back onto his naked flesh striping him with pearly strands of juices. "My God," Marty gasped. "It's the most perfect cock in the world." The man didn't answer for a time because he will still hand fucking himself but when he finished up he smiled at Marty and asked, "Did I already wish you a happy future?" "Mmmm," she answered, nuzzling his chest with her cheek. Vixen On Top Ch. 03 After their sexual encounter Marty and the dancer had a drink. She still wore no clothing and he had none with him other than the little G-string he'd worn into the bar. They had shared one another's bodies; they had sex and they satisfied each other's needs but they had not learned names. While Marty was fixing the drinks and reveling in the good feelings in her crotch that the fucking had given her, the dancer said, "Would you be interested in knowing who I am?" Embarrassed for her lax manners, Marty turned to face the handsome stud. "Oh," she said. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't even think to introduce myself." "I know your name. At least everyone at the party called you Marty. My name is Bill. My friends call me Big Bill, I guess that's obvious." He rubbed his cock and retracted the foreskin. The both watched the action, Marty with growing interest, Bill with a growing cock. "Can I call you Marty?" "Yes, in fact, you can call me anytime you want to," she said, laughing. Bill shared the joke with her. "Maybe I could call you hot pants?" He stroked her cunt which should have been covered by something, it was just too tempting. They sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, drinking the mixed drinks and talking. Marty told Bill about leaving her job and the new career she was beginning. She told him too about school and how she would graduate in a week. "I went without a lot of luxuries and even some necessities to get ahead. Now, I'm ready to start living." Bill kissed Marty on the shoulder and caressed her arm. He spoke softly when he asked, "Can I spend the night with you?" He looked outside at the bright sunlight and laughed. "Well, the day and the night to follow maybe would be more appropriate." "I'd love that," Marty answered. "We might not get any sleep but I'd certainly love to have you with me." They polished off the drinks and Marty told Bill that she often took a dip in the pool before she tried to sleep. "I find it relaxes me." "I'd love to join you but you saw what I wore," Bill cautioned her. "You know, I have a bathing suit here that might fit you. It belonged to my ex-husband and it was among the things he left behind." Bill tried the suit on and though it was terrible tight and very revealing Marty assured him it was good enough to use at the mobile home park. She wanted to see what the bulge would look like in a tight swim suit and how it would effect the neighbors. "Besides, I won't be living here after a few more days. I'm going to move into town so I don't care what these old farts think." Bill stuffed his cock and balls down into the tight fitting bathing suit and wiggled it up around his waist. Marty sat and watched as he put on the too-tight suit. You could see everything, the shape of the head, the fat tube and the even bigger balls, each outlined. How sexy. "I bet when some of these folks see the bulge in your pants they'll have to unplug their pacemakers or risk having a short circuit." They went out to the small pool and sure enough there were several older folks sitting around in the sun. They all gaped and stared openly at the hot looking couple. The men checked out Marty and the women lusted for Bill and the big tool showing through, the bathing suit. When they got in the water Marty swam close to Bill and slipped her hand down into the bathing suit. She gripped Bill's cock, stroking it in longer and longer strokes as he grew. Her hand action made him erect. None of the other guests at the pool could see what she was doing cause they were close to the side of the pool. "You're going make me hot and my stuff will poke out through the leg of this bathing suit. Or, I could take it off," Bill suggested. "OK, I can take a hint," Marty said. "If you don't want me to touch you down there I won't." "You know it's not that I don't like being touched by you, it's just that this bathing suit is too damned tight to get a hard on in it." "Well, that's easy to fix. Let's go back to the house where you can take it off," Marty smirked. "Yeah. Take it off. That's for me." Back inside the little trailer Bill struggled and tugged at the constricting trunks and managed to get them off. His cock was semi-erect and it swung in a wide arc before him. She liked that. She'd have the fun of getting him up and ready again. "I can't get over the size of that thing," Marty sighed. "Magnificence is a word that comes to mind when I look at you. A kind of magnificent obsession... or it could become one." Bill laid Marty out of the couch and asked, "So what do you think you are, chopped liver?" "I don't know. It's been a long time since I had a man admire me for anything other than just pure lust. I like to be admired, of course, but I appreciate being evaluated as a person an not a piece of meat." Marty rolled off the couch and pulled Bill down onto the floor. She reached her hand into his crotch and stroked his cock to it's full hardness. She felt his entire body stiffen. Lying on her side, facing him, she asked, "Now?" "Yes. Now." Marty rolled over on top of Bill, she spread her legs and had one on each side of him. She backed her body downward until she felt the heat and rigidity of the big cock pressing against her cunt, her pussy lips folded over it, as if trying to pull the whole thing inside. Marty shuddered when she felt the wondrous cock. Bill's cock was pulsing and throbbing. She wanted him to shove it deep into her pussy but she restrained herself and continued to toy with him. When she'd waited as long as she could, she thrust herself backward and impaled her sexy, slender body onto the throbbing spear. Both of the sexy people, Marty and Bill, at the same time, gasped from the sheer pleasure of having coupled. The cock filled Marty completely and the pressure on her clit sent her into a frenzy of anxious humping up and down. Bill lay on his back for their second fuck and felt the firm nipples of her ample tits brushing against his face. With each thrust onto and off of the big cock, Marty fell forward and backward and her boobs both touched all the surface of Bill's lips and chin. When he opened his mouth and extended his tongue to tickle her tits Marty went wild. She clawed at the carpet they lay on, she cried out with a wild sound and started gushing her precious sex fluids. Copious amounts of her lubricant poured out of the tight fit and leaked over Bill's cock and dribbled down over his balls. "I'm going to make it. I'm there." She tried to make sense but the words were strangled and jumbled. "Fuck me. Hard. Stuff my cock way up in you and make my nuts boil," Bill whispered hoarsely in her ear. Marty was too far gone to hear him. She was launched into orbit, riding the blistering hot rocket of his cock. The powerful spasms of her pussy, milking and squeezing Bill's cock made him start to cum too and together they achieved the ultimate. He reached up and pressed his hands against her shoulders to hold her steady in her sexual thrashing about. Bill's ass was bouncing up and down on the floor, driving his cock deep into Marty. She could feel the firmness, the incredible stiffness of his cock and the total fullness it caused. Their orgasms occurred close enough together that it couldn't be said who really came first. What they were sure of though was that as each of them continued to cum, the other was carried along on the most wonderful ride a person can take. They were supporting each other, physically and sexually. As Bill's cock arched and jerks, Marty's pussy spasmed and twitched, they needed and used each other. Evening came at last and though they were both spent and needed to sleep, Marty had the presence of mind to realize that she'd had a wonderful day, sexual fulfillment and that she needed to be free of Bill. She sat up and looked down at the sexy guy laid out beside her. "Bill. I need my time and space. I have to take you home. You understand?" "Hey. I do. Believe it or not, I was just laying here wondering how to ask you to let me go without any further commitment." "How will we get you into your apartment? You don't have anything to wear?" "If you'll loan me a towel I can wear that and I'll mail it back to you?" Marty drove the handsomest, wildest, sexiest guy she'd ever had had across town. She wished there could be a way to hold to handsome stud and enjoy the kind of sex they'd shared but she knew that he was too used to living on the wild side of life. She knew that a man like Bill would only lead to emotional pain. "Will I hear from you?" he asked. "I don't know. One thing you can be sure of is that I will never forget you or this wonderful day. You made a lot happen for me today." They were silent for minute longer and Bill said, "I always wanted a woman like you. I know that my lifestyle is a threat to ladies and I definitely don't want to hurt anyone. I'm going to remember you too. Let's leave it at this: if you ever change your mind and think you'd like to see me again, call me. I'll send you my name and address and phone number when I return the towel." They kissed, briefly, when Marty stopped to let Bill get out. "Take care," he called to her as she drove away in the old clunker. In the rear view mirror Marty saw Bill waving to her in the dying light of the day. She was tired and needed to get to sleep. At home, as she undressed to go to bed she noticed Bill's G-string lying on the coffee table. She picked it up and carried it with her to bed. In the darkness, under the covers, Marty held the filmy cloth in her fist and fell asleep. The dreams that came to her that night were incredibly erotic and sensual, like the day had been. Vixen On Top Ch. 04 Marty drove, the next day, to the credit union she'd paid into during the time she worked for the department of corrections and surprised the teller when she handed her a withdrawal slip for all of her savings. "Ma'am, are you sure want to close out the account?" "Mmm. Today is a new beginning for me. I've been saving toward this day for a long time and I need all the money I have to get started." The teller counted out Marty's savings in a pile of hundred dollar bills. When she finished Marty hand just over seven thousand dollars which she tucked into her purse. With a smile and a thank you for the teller she walked out and stood beside the old Chevy she'd had to rely on. Marty took the key to the ignition and tossed in onto the dash board and walked away without looking back. She walked four blocks to the nearest car dealer and entered the showroom. The shiny new cars all looked so nice; the smells of the brand new upholstery filled the show room with a clean kind of fragrance. Marty looked around at them and settled on a bright red convertible. As she headed over to look at it the salesman intercepted her. "Hello Ma'am. Could I show you anything in particular?" She looked around at the man and was taken almost as much by him as she was by the pretty little car. "I saw that convertible and fell in love with it," Marty said. "Tell me I can afford it." "It's not as expensive as you might think," he told her. They stood beside the sexy little car and looked at the window sticker. The cost was well within her range. "I can buy it," she squealed. "I have enough money to buy it and still have plenty left over." "Before you decide for sure that you want it let's take a test drive," the salesman suggested. As they sat in the car, waiting for the traffic to pass so they could pull out, the man turned to Marty and told her, "I'm Les. Junior sales manager." "Hi, I'm Marty." When the man smiled Marty was moved by the tender softness of his face. It was the face of a man who'd seen disappointment but was still driven by hope for the future. Marty knew the look well and she especially knew the feeling. As they whizzed down the freeway, Les showing her the options and standard equipment on the car, Marty heard almost nothing he said. She tried to listen but Les was too much of a presence to allow her to concentrate on the car. When he pulled into a coffee shop parking lot to let Marty drive Les showed the first real interest in Marty. "The car deserves a lovely lady like you to drive it." She smiled at the compliment and thanked him. As she got out of the car her skirt slipped up over her knee and she noticed Les staring. She hesitated for a brief moment to let him gaze at the tender white flesh of her inner thigh. They stood at the back of the car for a couple of minutes, Les telling her about the gear shift and Marty watching him stare of the cleavage her blouse revealed. She also watched his dick push further forward in his pants. She definitely was having an effect on a man. She liked what she saw. Now, how to get her hands, mouth, or pussy on or around it. When they got back into the car Marty suggested they wear their seat belts because she intended to put the little hot rod through it's paces. "I don't want to lose you on one of the curves," she told Les. They both buckled up and Les reached into Marty's lap and tugged at the belt as if he was trying to insure that she was strapped in snugly. "I don't want you to fall out either," he said. She noticed his covered his crotch as he "relaxed". She had become a crotch cruiser. Was she about to become a cock hound? When Marty popped the clutch and pressed the accelerator to the floor the little car's rear tired screamed and even smoked a little. She let up on the gas as she neared the exit onto the street. "Hey. It's got punch hasn't it?" "Yeah," Les said. He swallowed and made a gulping sound. "Drive carefully now." When the traffic broke for a minute Marty repeated the take-off. She dropped the sift into first, popped the clutch and floored it again. The hot little car shot out onto the street and she maneuvered it easily. When she approached the entrance to the freeway she explained to Les that she wanted to take it far enough out to see how it would handle in the hills. "Sure," he said. "I want you to be sure before you make a commitment." "I will be," Marty said, smiling. For nearly half and hour she sped down the highway, passing everything in sight. In the near distance she saw the first of several very steep hills that she wanted to climb in the road test. As they began to climb the car maintained it's speed easily and they didn't loose any momentum. "I love it," Marty said. "It handles beautifully and I feel so comfortable in it." "Why don't you pull into one of the roadside rest areas and let's talk business," Les suggested. When Marty pulled off the highway she glided past all the other parked cars and stopped at the far end of the parking area. There were several trees there and she pulled the car around behind them. Les was flustered and he was beginning to squirm around in the seat. Marty released the seat belt and leaned back to catch her breath. She looked over at Les and noticed that his crotch was bulging beneath the seat belt. He apparently had been hard all the time. Her cockhound instincts took over. She stared pointedly, into his lap, which he tried to cover again. "Maybe you'd better release the buckle," she said. "I don't want to be responsible for your discomfort." Les blushed and pressed down on the button. The click was almost inaudible but the belt separated. Marty pulled one half of it toward herself and then let it hang over the seat. Les flexed a little and thanked her. Knowing that Les desired her made Marty feel rather bold. She looked straight into Les' eyes and said, "How would you feel about me if I asked you to do something for me? Something real personal and private. Something that I really need and from the looks of that mound in your pants it's something you need too." "Marty, I'd do just about anything for you right now. I can't help being so turned on. I guess it's just being near you that's making me hot," Les said softly. Marty reached over to lay her hand on his lap and Les jumped like he'd been burned. "Feel good to have someone else's hand down there?" "Oh, yeah. That feels real good," he said. Marty began to rub his hard on through his pants. She was surprised at the firmness she felt there. She realized that Les was really turned on. "May I?" she asked. "Anything. You can do anything," he answered. Marty turned a little in the seat and with both hands in Les' lap, she began to open his ants. She got the belt open, the snap pulled apart and the zipper pulled down. "Raise up a little," she instructed. Les lifted his ass off the seat and Marty pulled his pants down around his knees. "Oh..." she sighed, "very nice." His cock, not really long or thick, was shaped just right. The shaft of his cock was the same diameter at the base as it was at the bottom of the head but there it flared out wide. He had a fairly thick patch of hair above the rigid cock and his balls were hairy too. Marty fondled both his cock and his balls. Les closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the seat. He groaned slightly and wiggled his hips around. Marty took her time. Her fingers gripped the cock and stroked it lightly. When the first dear drop of liquid formed at the end of Les' cock she leaned over and licked it up with her tongue. Les felt the wet warmth of her tongue and he sighed loudly. "Do you want it?" she asked him. "Shall I go on?" "Oh yes. Please don't stop," he implored her. "Give me head and I'll do it for you too." Marty leaned down again and with her mouth open wide she engulfed Les' cock. He cried out with the incredible feeling of her mouth on his organ. Her lips, tender yet firm; her tongue, wet and smooth; and her teeth lightly brushing his sex flesh made him weak. She lightly ran her lips over his cock until she was pressing her nose into the pubic hair, then, she closed her mouth down on his cock and sucked as she raised up and let the hard on slide through her lips. When she felt the wide head touch her lips she plunged her head down again. "Oh yeah, good," he uttered. "Good." Marty began to rotate her hand on the cock when her mouth was at the head. As she plunged downward and titillated him, she let go with her fingers and then replaced them again as she raised up. The up and down movements, the heat, the wetness, and the rotating fingers on Les' cock made him cry out again and again. When Marty felt the first jerking and twitching of Les' cock, when she realized that he was close to cumming, she increased the tempo of her blow job and kept getting faster and faster until Les bawled out loud that he was going to shoot a wad into her mouth. Marty gripped the cock firmly with her fingers and concentrated only on the sensitive head. She pumped her hand up and down and licked and slurped the swollen cock head. Les was already beginning to dribble but when she changed her technique he flexed all the muscles in his body and started to spew his cum into Marty's mouth. She continued sucking and jacking him off, swallowing each blast of his cum, groaning herself and letting Les know that she wanted him to empty his nuts into her mouth. After all the time she'd been alone she had often thought of how much she would enjoy blowing a man and now that she had Les in her mouth she recalled just how much she had enjoyed oral sex. At length Les began to whimper. He said, "Oh, stop. It's too sensitive. Don't suck it anymore." Marty plunged downward one last time and then remained very still. Her left hand still held his balls and her mouth encased his still hard cock. They remained in that position for a long time so that he could simmer down. Almost five minutes passed before Les tapped Marty on the back with his hand. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him he said, "My turn. Now I get to do you." Marty reluctantly gave up the cock. She raised her head slowly and let it slip from her mouth. She licked her lips and told Les, "That was good. I like that kind of sex." "You must enjoy getting oral sex as much as you do giving it. I like eating pussy and I know you are going to like what I do for you." Les tugged his pants back up and got out of the car. He went around to the driver's side and opened the door. He knelt on the ground beside the seat and told Marty, "Turn around here. Put your legs outside." As she turned in the seat she pulled her skirt up and presented Les with a view of her pussy, covered only with flimsy panties. She braced herself with her arms behind her on the seat. Les reached for the panties and pulled them off. He removed Marty's shoes too and then he lifted her legs high and wide. The gentle breeze felt good to Marty as it blew on her snatch. Les leaned into the V of her crotch and began to kiss the hot, sensitive flesh of her thighs and above her cunt. He rested Marty's heels on his shoulders and with her fully exposed that way he reached into her crotch and parted the puffy, wet, hot vulva. He kissed her clit and felt it stir and become firm. He opened his mouth and let his tongue snake out to slither over the love button. He parted the lips of her cunt a little further and began to wiggle his tongue in her, touching the hot flesh and strong it with his lips and tongue. Les blew his breath into her pussy gently and felt Marty quiver. He took a deep breath and pressed his face against her pussy firmly and extended his tongue again. He shook his head from side to side quickly and teased her with the tongue thrashing inside of her pussy. Marty groaned, much the way Les had, and hiked her butt a little more off the seat to better get him access to her crotch. She wanted his tongue deep. Les maneuvered his hands around to brace Marty. He held her hips and lifted her upward. And, Marty, trying to facilitate the head job, spread her legs as far apart as she could get them. Les stuck his tongue into her again, he pursed his lips and pressed them against the hot flesh and began to hum loudly. The subtle vibrations made Marty almost delirious. She tried to tell him how good it felt but the words would not form. She shook herself from side to side to try to enhance Les' efforts. As she moved from left to right, he moved in the opposite direction and by their coordinated movements his tongue and lips brushed her pussy faster and faster. Marty tried to tell Les that she was about to cum but still she could not talk. She needn't have worried however. Les knew from the volume of lubricating fluids that poured from her snatch that she was about to cum. He could tell by the change in the fragrances of her pussy that she was close. Marty's eyes were closed, her teeth were clamped together, her skin was shiny with a light sheen of perspiration, and her cunt lips were swelling slightly. Her breathing was coming in gasps and she was moaning as Les lapped at her. Over and over his tongue slithered into her, swirled around brushing the tender membranes and then slurping upward to caress Marty's clit. When the orgasm hit her she went limp at first and then her body began to stiffen and tremble. She shook from her shoulders all the way down to her feet. When Les felt the first spasms and quaking in her pussy her pressed his face harder against her and held his breath while he ate her out. The juices that Marty produced were slippery and copious. She coated Les' face; she cried out finally and then collapsed backward on the seat of the car. Les raised himself slightly, gulped in air, and then plunged his face into her snatch for one last go at it. He caused Marty's orgasm to be extended even beyond what she thought she could tolerate. On and on he carried her along by rubbing his tongue into her, touching ail the hot spots and then slurping up to caress the clitoris. At last Marty went limp and he knew she was through. Les raised him face a little, breathed in refreshing air, and started to lick her inner thighs again. When Marty could talk she said, "My God, I never came like that before. Never. That was so good." Les raised up higher and then leaned in to lay his head on Marty tummy. He hugged her with his arms and sighed with her. Much later, after they'd composed themselves, Marty got the car started and they headed back into town. "I want this car," she said. "When we get back I want you to draw up the papers." "OK, lady. You got it." He smiled at Marty and asked, "Can I deliver the papers and the car to you at home?" "Oh, I'd love that. Could you come by around seven this evening?" "Seven it is," he said. Les laid his hand on Marty's knee and added, "What can I bring? Wine? Champagne?" "Bring the car and the title or registration. I'll have the drinks ready when you get there."