Never Give Up
2
By Zach Crane
Copyright © 2012 Zach Crane
ISBN 978-1-4657-1375-9
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This is a work of fiction which I drew from my imagination. Except for the setting, America, all other names, places, characters, and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
The characters are at least age 18.
Never Give Up
2
Adult Fiction
By
Zach Crane
The sun was red behind the trees when Tom opened the door of his truck and laid two neatly-folded towels on the seat.
“Tom,” his mother had said, “this towel is too nice to use. Give it back to Laura. I thought it would never come clean. Here, take this old one. It’s perfectly good for working in the sun.”
In the night, dust had settled inside the truck because Tom had left the windows down a little so the old Jimmy could start the day cool. He brushed away the dust with his hand and then blew away the streaks before he laid the towels on the passenger’s seat.
At the Taylors’ house, Tom parked under the big tree out near the street where Eve would be sure to see his truck. Tom sat for a couple of minutes and considered his day. First thing, never matter that he was tired, he had to do a good job or his dad would just send him back to do it again, all of it, again. That’s just the way it was: Do it right. The other problem was that all night, he had had problems with his kickstand. Every time he had rolled over in his fevered sleep, it had propped him up in an awkward position that kept him awake. Once, he might have heard the little, mouse feet of his sisters outside his door. Tom didn’t know and didn’t care. What he did care about was that a sweet lady who knew her business, didn’t think he was weird. Laura liked what he, Tom, could do. That was really something. Wow!
Well, sitting in his truck wasn’t painting the shed, and thinking too much wasn’t helping his condition. Tom held the folded towels in front of him as he walked past the house and on out to Stan’s tool shed. Using the hidden key, he unlocked and propped open the door, hoping that if Eve stopped by, the little room might be cool enough if she happened to be in the mood. She would get an early surprise because Tom had kept his hands under his pillow all night, saving it up, resisting temptation, leaving things alone. It’s why he was so darned tired: Being good is a hard way to live.
Stan walked out before driving away to work.
“Gonna be a hot one, guy. Take your time on this; there’s no hurry.”
“Well, I wanted to get a start today on the gutters. I really do appreciate this work. I’ll need the money for school.”
“Ah, Tom, the girls will help you spend it. Well, see you.”
Stan drove away. Soon, Laura came out. She was lovely this morning in something bright yellow and way too short. When she was close enough for conversation, a breeze carried her scent of wildflowers in the Spring.
“Good morning, Tom. Do you think Eve will stop by here today?”
“Maybe. I sure hope so. Uh, Mom sent your towel.”
“I saw that. Tom, if Eve comes by, tell her we’ll talk again today. She is so pretty. You’re a lucky guy.”
“After yesterday, I feel lucky. Wait, I meant...”
“Not a word, Tom. You promised, now. Remember?” Laura smiled and walked away. After several feet, she stopped, turned, gave him a woman’s flutter of fingers and a smile, and walked on to her car.
Tom’s heart hammered his chest, but he forced thoughts of women to go away, just go away and leave him alone so he could earn his money. The wind blew away Laura and her springtime flowers to distract some other guy without a job to do.
For two hours, Tom had painted and followed the sun around the little building. The day had warmed; bees had become a hazard; birds sang from a nearby tree. Life was good.
“Boo,” Eve said. “Did I scare you?”
From his ladder, Tom looked down to admire the captain of the swim team. She looked cool and fresh in white short shorts with perfect creases ironed in. Her halter top was pale blue with little strings that begged to be slipped undone. The rest was all blue nails, leather sandals, and tanned Eve. Tom’s pants tightened down like a fighter pilot’s g-suit. Eve handed Tom a bottle of cold Gatorade Frost with her best smile. She looked down and saw what she wanted to see.
“Tom, are you thinking of me, or her?”
“Myself. I’m thinking of my condition. It’s all I ever think about, except my truck.”
“I brought you a hot dog, if you’d like to take a break,” she said. “Why don’t we go somewhere cool?”
Tom put the lid on the paint can and wrapped the brush in a plastic bag. He set both inside the shed in deep shade.
“Wow, it’s hot in there,” he said.
“I know; I checked. We could go to your truck and sit in the shade.”
“Sure. You go first.”
“Why do you want me to walk first, Tom? Any particular reason?”
“Because you’re good to look at.”
“What else? Are you still distracted by your condition?”
“Would you stop it?” Tom asked.
“Would you like me to? I’ll bet I could. I’m a great, little stopper.”
“Never mind what I’d like. Hey, that tailgate’s dusty. Put this towel down to sit on.”
“Oh, thanks. Forsythia ironed my shorts. She starched them, too; they’re a little stiff and scratchy you-know-where.”
“So, take them off.”
“Tom! Neighbors are everywhere. They’re watching, too.”
“Chicken.”
“I’m not. Chicken is one thing I’m not. Somebody would drive by, and then where would I be?”
“They’d run off the road, and then you’d be in court. Felony distraction.”
“Oh, gosh.”
“So, take them off.”
“How long before a car drives by?”
“Oh, a long time,” Tom said.
“I know what you’re thinking, Tom, but I’m not wearing a thong. In these shorts, I wouldn’t dare. Also, Mom looks me over before I leave the house.”
“Take ‘em off,” Tom said.
“Do you dare me?”
“No, but you said Forsythia put in too much starch. They’re scratchy. Think how comfortable you’d be.”
“You just want to look.”
“It’s why they make eyes, to look; what color are you wearing?”
“Tom, under white, all you can wear is white. Anything else shows through.”
“Oh, yeah. Little, red hearts or angels, stuff like that would show through. The only alternative is nothing.”
“Tom, nothing is not an alternative when your mother checks you.”
“What do you think Mrs. Taylor wears?”
“Her panties? Are you thinking of her panties?”
“No, I’m thinking of the hot dog you brought. You’re really sweet.”
“I left it over there with my bicycle. I want to watch you stand up.”
“Well, o.k.; I guess I don’t have a choice.”
“I guess not,” Eve said.
Tom slid down off the tail gate and walked over to Eve’s mountain bike with the bag from Weinerschnitzel on the seat. Tom rolled the bike over to his truck and lifted it up into the bed. Eve’s gaze was fixed on his thing.
“I’m not ready to go home,” Eve said as she scooted her shorts down and off. She held them up before Tom’s unbelieving eyes. “Scratchy,” she said, as she folded her shorts and laid them across her lap.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t think you would.”
“Well, I’m dead if somebody drives by. Like Mom.”
Tom leaned down for a better angle of view.
“I just want to look,” he said at the exact moment Laura Taylor drove up and parked alongside.
“My, my,” she said. Laura used both thumbs and several fingers to mimic the look of a wide-eyed owl.
“Oh, hi,” said Eve.
“Hot enough for you?” Laura asked anyone who wanted to answer.
“Uh....” Eve said.
“Ummm....” said Tom.
“Oh, well, I’ll just mosey along,” Laura said and drove on.
“Just an amazing coincidence. Boy, I’ll bet this gets around.”
“Nah; she’s not a gossip. I think you should go in and talk to her while I go back to work. Break’s over.”
“You’re right; I’ll go knock on her door. Should I put on my shorts? That would weaken my case.”
“Which is?”
“Too much starch. I have to stick with my story.”
“Right. You go first; this time, I get to watch.”
Eve slid down off the tailgate, feeling her white briefs tug deep in between her buttocks. She left them there as she fluttered her fingers back at Tom in a woman’s universal wave. Her shorts, she carried flipped over her shoulder.
Tom decided Eve was a girl to watch. Buns of steel.
So, back up his ladder Tom went, kickstand and all. Eve, a little, cottontail bunny, went with Laura into her house. In about an hour she emerged wearing purple satin cheerleader shorts.
“These aren’t scratchy at all,” she said. “Do you like these on me?”
“A little narrow across the nookie.”
“Tom...!
“I see England, I see France; I see your Frenchy underpants.”
“Well, then, in a minute you won’t.”
“Hey! Come back. You just got here.”
“Tom, I have to find another top. Aquamarine clashes with purple, don’t you think? I’ll be back. Me with my noticeable underpants.”
He went back to his painting while the bees buzzed and the birds sang.
Tom’s iPhone clanged and banged from his pocket. When he answered, Eve wanted him inside. Tom covered the paint can and wrapped the brush. Laura met him at the door.
“Tom,” Laura said, “Eve is just so lovely. Come look.”
“OooKayyy,” he said.
When Laura took Tom’s hand to guide him through her kitchen into her den, she gave his hand a squeeze and beckoned him to lean down; her lips whispered into his ear, “Tom, your girlfriend is eye-candy. Are you ready? Come with me.”
Tom’s eyes were trying to adjust to the dim light of the den, but he was able to see Eve standing straight in her purple satin shorts with her forearms folded up on top of her head. The aquamarine halter was gone, replaced with pink glitter covering only her nipples. With the pink glitter dots, she wore her best smile.
“Do you like me?” she asked Tom.
“If he doesn’t, I do,” Laura said. “You are to kill for.”
“Pasties?” asked Tom.
“No, it’s loose glitter from a gift wrapping kit.”
“Wow; what keeps it on? Not glue....”
“Saliva,” Laura said.
“She put it on with her fingers. The glitter, I mean. The saliva, she put on with her tongue. Want to see my underpants?”
“Yeah,” said Tom.
“Have a seat right there.” Laura patted a leather ottoman and waited for Tom to sit. She motioned Eve to step in closer and touched her waist to turn Eve toward Tom.
“Keep your arms up high; yes, like that. Let me see what we can find.”
Laura knelt before Eve and looked back at Tom.
“O.k., now, we’re looking for underwear? These Cheerleaders are in the way; should I just move them aside? Only a little? Not too much.”
“Oh, gosh, no, not much,” Eve said, smiling down at the top of Laura’s head.
Tom leaned forward to hide a great big erection from these two sirens. Laura Taylor’s forefinger had disappeared under the leg opening where panties should have appeared. The finger with its red nail moved aside the purple satin a fraction of an inch, perhaps the width of one finger.
“No panties, but I surely see girl. Definitely a girl; I can tell,” Laura said. “Although, Eve, you’re the very first girl I’ve ever seen. I’m new at this.”
“I’d give her a kiss, for sure, if you like sweets. It’s what I’d do.”
“Is she sweet, Tom?”
“Oh, gosh, yes. You bet.”
“You’d better say that,” Eve said. “As many times as you’ve tasted.”
“Tom, she’s just so pretty. Aren’t girls pretty?”
“They’re why I can’t sleep. What I really like is, open her up with your finger, and two little butterfly wings will unfold. They’re sexy.”
“I would, Tom, but I want to be gentle with her. I’m nervous. My hands are trembling, see? See me tremble? That’s how lovely she is. Eve makes me nervous.”
“Mrs. Taylor,”
“Laura, Tom. I’m Laura.”
“O.k., sure, Laura; I was only going to ask, where is the zipper on those.”
“Oh, no, Tom. We can’t undress her. We were only being silly looking for her underwear, but we took those off while you were outside. They’re on the couch. See?” asked Laura.
“Please kiss me. I really want it,” Eve said with her hands still high up on her head.
“Honey, I’ve never done this. Never.”
“Don’t then,” said Tom, “because you will like it forever.”
“Tom, is she really sweet?”
“You know the best way?” Tom asked. “What I like is to kiss the insides of her thighs, up high. There’s this sexy perfume a girl has. I try to hold off as long as I can, but I can never wait long. It’s irresistible, you know? I don’t know what it is about a girl.”
“He likes to lick me; he’s really not much of a kisser, but he surely likes to lick inside my thighs, up high. Yes, like that...oh, gosh.”
“Laura, is she sexy? Does Eve smell good?”
“Mmmm,” Laura said.
Tom got up and went around behind Eve, where he unfastened her only button and pulled down her zipper. With no effort at all, only the merest tug at the bottom, the satin shorts glided all the way down to the floor. Eve stepped out of them. Tom picked up the little cheerleaders and took them to the couch, where, just as Laura had said, lay Eve’s panties. Tom checked the panel of her white underpants and, surely enough, the cotton was damp. When he turned around to face the girls, Laura was seated yoga-fashion inside Eve’s legs with her face already way beyond licks; she was doing a lip lock on her very first pussy. Eve’s arms had come down off her head; her fingers tangled deep in Laura’s brunette hair, pulling her in to insure she could not possibly stand and run away. Eve’s head tilted back, her eyes closed, her knees sagged until Laura held her up with both hands under the swim captain’s iron buns. Tom heard Laura’s licky, wet slurps, and then he heard Eve scream.
Rarely had Tom heard her scream, but he knew what would happen next: Following an orgasm when she actually screamed, she would pass out and fall. Tom launched to be there for her; he made contact just as her knees buckled and her head laid back. Tom locked his arms around her waist, lifted her up and off Laura’s face, and carried Eve to the couch where he laid her on her back.
“Come over here; I want you here with her when she wakes up. That must have been a good one.”
“Oh, lord,” said Laura. “Tom, what were you saying? I just got back.”
“I was saying, I want a taste. From you. Please? Just this once?”
Mrs. Taylor put both arms around his neck and her tongue in his mouth in what Tom figured would be the sexiest kiss he’d ever get, and the wettest.
“Where did I go,” Eve asked. “Are you two kissing?”
“There’s enough to go around, just this once,” Laura said, moving to sit on her couch in between Eve’s splayed-out legs. Tom lifted one slender leg and laid it up on top of the couch. Eve took the hint and put her other foot on top of the coffee table, opening herself up to be admired.
“Am I pretty?” she asked.
“Yes, you are,” Laura said. “I see the butterfly’s wings Tom told me to look for. They’re folded back, open for me to admire. Yes, Eve, you’re lovely.” Laura’s fingers caressed Eve with long, slow strokes. When she couldn’t resist the wet, opened flower, she trailed a finger down the cleft, following the tube and then the hood over the clitoris to the lips opened out below.
“Careful, now, not so much,” Eve said to the probing finger.
“Maybe, just a little? I want to.”
“Only your tongue, and not much of that. Pointy tongue gets dangerous. Just lick me and suck me. That’s what I like. Give me another orgasm.”
“Eve, you gave me one. Just the excitement from being with you--gosh, I felt the tingle build up until there it was.”
“Was it good?”
“It was powerful; yes, it was great.”
“Do I get anything at all out of this?” asked Tom “I’m gonna die. Look at my condition.”
“No, you’re not; not with me here, you’re not going to die. Bring me something, Tom.”
“I’ll watch from down here,” Mrs. Taylor said.
Tom knelt on the floor by Eve’s face and watched her unfasten his belt and zipper. With a tug, the zipper was down; with another tug, his waistbands cleared and his erect cock sprang out into Eve’s hand.
“Careful there; it’s been too long,” Tom said.
“I’ll be careful.”
“Mrs. Taylor...”
“Laura.” The word sounded odd because her tongue was in further than it should have been. Eve’s pelvis was keeping time. “SSShlaura,” it sounded like.
“I just wanted to ask; would you do something for me?”
“I’m married, Tom. Under the circumstances, I know that sounds odd. I love what you’re doing, Eve. I want to see it happen.” Her gaze was steady as her tongue slid back home, deep in warm girl.
Eve twisted her torso to face Tom’s cock. With both hands she stroked, pulling him closer until her mouth encircled his dark purple glans. Her tongue swirled and licked Big Tom.
“Mmmm,” said Laura. “Llookshh goot.”
“Say, pussy, would you? I like hearing that word. Pussy.”
“Pussy,” said Laura. “Pussy pussy pussy. How’s that?”
“Oh, my gosh, babe. Short time, now.”
“Pussy. Pussy. C’mon, Tom. Pussy weettt, pretty pussy,” said Laura.
“Gosh, you say it so well. Here we go,” said Tom as he leaned forward across Eve to rest his forearms and head against the couch. Eve pumped her hands as her tongue swirled about the enlarged glans.
“Pussy. Pussy pussy, Tom,” Laura said.
He began thrusting so hard that Eve had to move back just a little, but she kept her hold until the final spasm had quieted and Tom sagged onto his forearms.
“Ten, a firm ten,” he said.
“Unh-uhh... Better than that. Believe me, I know,” said Eve as she rocked her pelvis in a gentle dance against Laura Taylor’s tongue and fingers, against the stroking hands.
“Tittie,” said Tom.
“Tittie,” Laura said. “Titties and pussy. Ummm.”
“Here he goes, again,” said Eve. “So soon; I don’t believe this.”
“Neither do I, but I like it,” said Laura from down below. “Tom, I licked her titties. I got them wet, I sucked them, and then I stuck on the glitter with my fingers, just for you. Aren’t they pretty? Pretty, pretty titties, Tom. Listen to her pussy, now. Listen.” Laura pressed her face against Eve, sucking pussy into her mouth.
At the sound of the third or fourth sucky slurp, Tom gave Eve another personal best which went on and on and on, witnessed by a wide-eyed Laura.
“Careful, careful,” said Eve. “You’re going too deep. Not you, Tom. Pussy.”
Slowly, as in a reluctant dream, Tom stood, dragged up his cargo pants, and headed for the door.
“You two have fun. I’m fixed for a while. Somebody has to work.”
Tom went back to painting the shed. Noon came and went without an appearance from Eve. One o’clock came; still no Eve, and no Laura, either. Tom put the paint and brush on hold. As he walked out to this morning’s abandoned hot dog waiting in his truck, he wondered if food poisoning would kill him? Probably not, he reasoned: The Chinese don’t want to kill their customers. He took his chances, but disinfected his digestive tract with a before-and-after wash of warm Gatorade. That should do it, he thought. The NFL cares.
In the afternoon, he finished with the shed and started with the gutters.
Gutters are the metal troughs up on the bottom edge of the roof, which is no place to be on a Texas afternoon in August. The gutters go all the way around the house, a lot of which lay in bright sun, but the northern exposure offered some shade. The best place to begin, Tom decided, was the patio, where Stan had said Laura wanted them cleaned. That was good enough for Tom. He brought his ladder to the patio and went to work scooping out years of accumulated leaves.
This was boring work. Tom began wondering what was happening inside? Plenty was happening, he knew, because neither woman had come out, but what he really wondered was, if Laura now had her clothes off? Before, while Eve was on her back giving Tom two blow jobs, Laura had been fully dressed, but that had been hours ago. By now, she would be one very naked lady.
“I’ll bet the door’s not locked,” thought Tom. “I could just go right on in and see for myself. Then, I’d know for sure. God, I’d like to see her naked. Oh wow wow wow.” Tom’s pants tightened up again.
Tom descended the ladder and walked to the back door. He could say he needed paper towels, or something. Maybe some hand soap, because old, smelly leaves coated his hands. He tried the door handle: it was unlocked, but at the last moment, he stopped.
“No, if I walk in on them, they’re not gonna like it. It might even scare them. If they wanted me with them, they would invite me in, but they sure haven’t.”
“Am I chicken?” Tom wondered, just as Stan drove up.
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Stan parked near Tom’s pickup, noticing a fast food bag on the tailgate and a girl’s bicycle in the truck’s bed. He drove further ahead, parking his F-150 behind Laura’s Navigator. Further up ahead, Tom was up high on a ladder, throwing leaf mold from the patio’s gutters into a flower bed. Stan stepped down and bumped his door shut; Tom looked over and waved.
“The shed looks great, Tom.”
“Well, I had some help on that. Eve painted a lot of it.”
“Eve? Who’s Eve? I saw a girl’s bicycle in your truck.”
“I graduated with her. I’ve taken her out a few times, but I don’t know that you’ve met her. She’s with Mrs. Taylor now. They’re trying on clothes, or something. They ran me out of there. It’s o.k.; I need to be out here working.”
“Gotcha. Stay out of there.”
“Walk out and look over my paint job. It’s still fresh.”
Tom got down off the ladder and stopped off at the hydrant to wash his hands before joining Stan, who stood with his hands on his hips, admiring a good job.
“Eve painted the window trim,” said Tom. “She was really careful. You’ll like her.”
“I’m thirsty, Tom. I’ll just go to the kitchen and get us a couple bottles of water.”
“I think they were changing in the den, Sir, doing alterations, or something. You know women. I’d knock first.”
“I’ll stay out of there, is what I’ll do. Give ‘em a few minutes. Hey, I just thought of something. Errand to run. I’ll be back.”
“Ouch,” thought Tom. When Stan’s truck had cleared the driveway, Tom speed-dialed Eve and said it was heads-up time. He punched off and pocketed his phone. Tom thought she had sounded a little gaspy.
He went back up his ladder to his clogged gutters and bright sunshine. Up here, there was no shade.
Eve came out, lovely again in her starched, white shorts and her blue-sky top. Laura followed, cool in a white shirt and yellow shorts that were not short at all. Tom’s heart started beating again and his breathing resumed. He looked around: All was still and clear.
“Mr. Taylor came home, but he left again for a couple of minutes. Eve, I would kill for a bottle of water.”
“Oh, Tom, I’m so sorry,” Laura said as she raced back into her kitchen. In seconds, she handed Tom a misted bottle of Ozarka.
“I needed this. I’ve been living out of that hydrant, but it has a grassy taste. This is great.” Tom killed the bottle.
“Tom, will you please come back tomorrow and finish the gutters? Please? It’s too hot, now, and Eve needs a ride home.”
“Please?” Eve asked. “Mom will call any minute. ‘Where are you?’ You know Mom.”
“Is it o.k. if I come early?” Tom asked.
“We’ll expect you. Stan’s off on Saturday. Please?”
“Maybe he’ll call me when he gets home.”
Tom put away the ladder and walked lovely Eve out to his truck. Laura ran out before they drove away; she brought them two more bottles of frosty Ozarka.
“Hydrate your depleted tissues,” she said.
Eve leaned back, scooted down low in the seat, and put her hand on Tom’s problem.
“What a wonderful day,” she said.
“Will you come with me tomorrow?”
“If you want me to,” she said.
“I want you to, but I want to be included,” Tom said. “Today was close. If you need to call her, the official story is that you two were trying on clothes.”
“Right now,” Eve said. “Oh, hi. Do you have a minute? Quickly?” She repeated Tom’s hint, smiled, and punched off.
“This is too much like sneaky; I don’t like it,” Tom said. “Stan’s a good guy.”
“I’ll bet tomorrow, it won’t be sneaky,” said Eve. “Tom, she’s so sweet. Can we just drive around for a little while, and talk?”
Tom turned the air conditioner down to icemaker and moved over to the slowpoke lane. Eve’s hand was doing lazy things to his problem and making it worse.
“Tom, put out your tongue. Come on, stick it way out for me.”
“I can’t; cars are everywhere. I’d feel silly driving with my tongue sticking out.”
“Do you want to taste her pussy, or not?” Eve’s lazy hand was up under his nose instead of causing trouble in his lap. Fingers waved, creating a little breeze with a fragrance that comes from nothing else. Tom put out his tongue.
“Here she is: Here’s Laura.” Eve rubbed a couple of fingers on his tongue. “Come on, suck Mrs. Taylor’s pussy. Don’t you love it? Want some more? Find a place to park, and I’ll let you kiss me. Her stuff is all over my face; that’s why I had to get away. Dried stuff. God, she’s hot.”
When Tom found a good place to park and hide for a moment, Eve came to him on all-fours, like a cat.
“Kiss me, Tom. Breathe in her scent. Can you smell her?”
While Tom kissed and inhaled, he felt her fingers loosening his pants, giving him room to rise.
“Do you taste her, Tom? Yes?”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah. Pussy makes me crazy.”
“I saw her pussy, Tom. Want to hear about it?” Both her hands were stroking his problem.
“Well?”
“Yeah, tell me. I know she has a big mound.”
“She surely does. Her mound has big lips, too, and her inner lips are long, like, oh, rose petals. When she got hot, they stuck out, and I sucked them. She was hot, Tom. She makes these little sounds.”
“You put your fingers inside? You fucked her?”
“Oh, yeah. I liked it. Her pussy’s better than mine, because I can put my fingers way deep in hers. Inside, there are these little ridges. I licked her clit, her long worm and slurped up her drool while I fucked her. I listened to her pussy. God, I’m hot now. Hey, what’s this? Are you cumming? Tom? Again?” She dove and took the next shots in her mouth while her hands squeezed out every drop.
“Boy, do I know how to make you come? Talk to you about Laura Taylor, that’s how. Tom, she has this really cute hair, not much, but it’s soft and smells like flowers. You’re getting big, again.”
“Serves you right. There I was up on that ladder, out in the bright sun, thinking about what you and Mrs. Taylor were doing. Eve, I opened the door and almost went in for a look. I almost did.”
“Why didn’t you? We wouldn’t have known. I can’t believe you orgasmed again.”
“Well, I closed the door and walked out to the shed, but it was way too hot in there. I just had to save it up for you.”
“Tom, I’m going to let you fuck her--I’m going to help you fuck her. I just decided.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s all over me about not giving in. She’s right: What good is a virgin?”
“Well, hooray for her, except she keeps pointing out that she’s married.”
“Oh, I know, but Laura wants to give you some loving. Already, you’re halfway there. Tomorrow, I think it will happen.”
During her speech, Eve’s mouth had been up close to his cock, talking not to Tom, but to Big Tom, and while she talked, she licked and sucked.
“There, fresh and cleaned up. Ummm.”
Eve sat up and moved over to the passenger’s seat.
“Tom, my hands are small, and I had my fingers folded really tight. I pushed waayy in deep, fucking her. I licked her and watched her hands squeezing her breasts, pulling on her nipples. Mrs. Taylor likes to fuck, Tom. Think about that tonight while you leave it alone. Tomorrow, I want you all saved up.”
“Oh, dear Jesus...”
Eve’s cell tinkled a noisy tune.
“That’s Mom. ‘Where are you?’ Here goes.”
“Oh, hi, Mom. O.k., right away. Tom’s giving me a ride. Bye, Mom.”
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The Taylors’ evening had been moderately nervous because Stan sensed that Laura was considering her approach. Something was bothering her. For hours, Stan tiptoed through the minefield by pretending stupidity, but at bedtime he put an end to the charade. He snuggled against Laura, got her in really close, and said, “Talk to me, Babe. I want to hear it.”
“First, I need some loving,” she said.
“I’ll bet it’s Tom and Eve. Do they have a secret, like pregnancy, or something?”
“No, no, no. I’d be embarrassed to tell it.”
“Then don’t; secrets are to keep. I just thought you might be harboring one or two.”
Stan pulled his usual trick of lying a certain way against Laura and then rolling onto his back, pulling her up on top of him, just exactly where he liked her with no airspace in between.
“Hey, I knew you were going to do that. I felt it coming,” she said.
“You’re not complaining?”
“Well, a little.”
“Why?”
“I was thinking I might suck your cock.”
“Well, let’s go.”
“Or, had you rather hear a secret?”
“Both, Babe, I want it all.”
“Stan, I can’t do both. Pick one.”
“Try. Pretend you’re a chatty pro with your mouth full. Oh, that’s a good one. Tell my cock a secret.”
“That’s one thing we haven’t done. O.k., I will.”
“First though, get your clothes off; for your kind of money, I want you naked,” said Stan.
“Oh? Your wife won’t do this for you? You should spank her.”
“I can’t. Her Daddy checks her every night, pants down. He’d get mad if I spanked his little girl.”
“Ooooh, that’s another good one. We’ll do that one tomorrow. Remember it.” Laura stripped off her red baby doll and got back up on top, naked.
“How’s this, since you’re paying me so much money?”
“Well, I want to suck your big ones. Come up here and put one or the other in my mouth?”
“Something else your wife won’t do?” A pink nipple lowered itself into Stan’s mouth.
“There’s another if you want it. Let me know.”
“Do back and forth; I want them both. I want to hold your ass, too. Is that o.k.?”
Stan used both hands to hold the prettiest ass he’d ever seen, a tear-drop beauty that he married just to take it off the market. “This one is mine,” attitude.
As he squeezed Laura’s buns, he felt her furry little bunny rabbit moving against his belly. He wished he had another hand, because Laura had her legs spread wide, and the little bunny was squirming against his navel as she flexed her hips.
“Oh, guy, that’s good. Your wife doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“It’s a shame. Laura’s so pretty; I’d love to fuck her.”
“I wouldn’t put up with her,” said Laura. “If I had a wife, I’d definitely fuck her all the time. Does she suck your cock?”
“Gosh, no. People would hear. Her iPhone picks up every sound. She won’t turn it off, and she can’t text one-handed. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh, you poor guy. Want me to suck your cock, or kill your wife?”
“Just suck my cock; she’s too pretty to kill.”
“Well, I charge extra for different positions. I’d have to move. I can’t suck from up here, with my wet pussy way down there near your cock.”
“Oh, well...
“There’s something we could do, though, just because I want to. I saw a girl do this, once. She put it in and got it all wet, you know, and then she sucked it.”
“I can’t believe you’d want to do that. That sounds nasty.”
“I want it. I want your cock wet, and what I want, I get.”
Stan’s heart pounded as he felt Laura slither and slide until Hubby was deep inside for his warm bath. Stan squeezed and rolled Laura’s hips; she moved under his hands and breathed into his ear. He knew from Laura’s gaspy breath that his good-times girl was enjoying herself.
“Uh, do I get my cock sucked, or not?”
“Oh! I forgot. I was distracted, because, gosh, you’re big. Well, here we go.”
When she rose to pull away, he heard a slurpy suck and then his cock felt cool air as Laura let it slip free until she slid down and took him into her mouth.
“Oh, honey...where have you been? You taste like pussy. Did you go out and hire a pro?”
“Uh, yeah. I didn’t wanta interrupt your phone.”
“And I hung up just for you. Oh, this is good. Ummm. Wait just one while I refresh.”
Laura repositioned herself until her little bunny slipped down over Stan’s cock, all the way down she went until her hair touched his. She squirmed on his cock and then reluctantly withdrew and replaced the wet cock in her mouth.
“Uummm...was she a professional, Stan?”
“Oh, yeah. She ran up my Visa until it bumped. Boy, her pussy dripped and drooled. Is it good?”
Laura’s tongue swirled around his head; her lips sucked and her tongue worked him over until Stan thought he’d be a gentleman and say something.
“Babe, I’m warning you....”
Laura locked down like a bulldog, refusing to pull away as her tongue swept his glans. Stan saw fireworks against his eyelids and felt his toes curl. His butt came up off the bed. When he was finished and gasping, Laura stayed right there with him, except that she laid her head on his belly while his happy cock slept in her mouth.
“God, Laura. What did we do?”
“We had fun,” she said. “Another one to remember.”
“Laura, look, thanks for that one.”
“Stan, Tom wants to hump Eve, but she won’t let him. She’s saving herself for marriage. Is that wrong?”
“I think so. You can’t wear out pussy: It just gets better with use. Yes, I’d say it’s wrong to hoard pussy.”
“Well, it’s hers, but her guy needs some loving. She’d better adjust her morals; take care of Pardner, or somebody else will.”
“Uh-oh; Pardner’s waking up. This is why I came home.”
“Stan, he’s up, now. Does that mean I’m good? Would you like to get up there and fuck me?”
“What happened to the secret you were going to tell me?”
“Let’s play Missionary while I give away my secrets.”
Stan went into a slow, easy ride that he could pick up later when he knew more of his wife’s thoughts. Right now, she was getting her adventure together. This could get good. He leaned down so Laura would put her tongue in his mouth while her warm nookie slipped up and down on his better head. He had given up wondering which he liked better, her kissing or her fucking. This lady was a drug.
“Mmmm; am I a good wifey?”
“Ask me later.”
“Stan, I think Tom wants to fuck me. He’s tired of waiting for Eve. That could be good for you because she’s really hot. I know, because this morning she kissed me, and I kissed her back, more or less all day long.”
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