Austin Williams - Widespread whore

All the men in the world.., nice, ordinary guys with swinging pricks who would appreciate a wife who would fuck with enthusiasm, and she got Lance! Ugh! It was sickening, and there was nobody she could talk to. She had not been much for confiding in anyone since her episode in the principal's office. Now, more than ever before, Tuesday felt alone, and she cried!

Freda's eyes were bugged out as she listened to Tuesday. "God! I never heard tell of any man that crazy.

"Oh, he was something," Tuesday said sadly. "I guess I would have killed myself in the first month if it hadn't been for our neighbors. Or at least the guy who lived next door. His wife was a tight-pussied tease who gave him the hot nuts all the time, and ten wouldn't give up any pussy. Hell, I saw this the day we moved in the apartment, and I guess he knew that I understood his situation. I kinda felt like he might be the solution to at least a part of my problems."

"I bet you were real frustrated."

"I really needed to get some regular dick. Of course, now, if I never saw another hard dripping cock, it would be too soon. But then.. well, I was young and had a hot cunt, and I had married to make fucking legal. Then I had to turn around and go about as illegal as you can get. I was fucking this neighbor, Rick Ainsley, right in his own house."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Oh, noting, I don't guess. But I was kinda brought up to think folks ought not to shit in their own nest, and he was dropping a turd in his about every day, and three or four times on Sunday. His wife got more bitchy all the time. She didn't know we were fucking, but she did soon find out that he was not subject to teasing, and this, of course, pissed her off somewhat. But Rick was really the best guy I ever knew.

Bick Ainsley was a big man. Not a towering height, though he did measure a full six feet. But his massive body was a study in bull strength. Although thirty-five, he was beginning, to show a slight thickness about the middle, but there was still the grace of an athlete in his movements.

Bick's arms were massive, and his short stubby fingers gave a decided impression of strength. He cut his hair short, and while he was by no means good looking in the sense that Lance could claim, he exuded an animalistic maleness which most women, except for his wife, found captivating.

Tuesday was attracted to him because of her desperate need, and the recognition that he, too, had made a bad bargain at the altar. They began with casual conversation in the yard, and after a couple of days, had become friends to the extent that he came to her place for a cup of coffee and she went to his, for a drink before dinner. She had chewed Lance's cock into a bloody mess two days

before and he was still unable to go again.

In fact, Tuesday had scared herself when she saw the massive bleeding. Lance loved it, and after he came, he would not stop the flow. For a time, it appeared that he would have to see a doctor, and he would have, except he could not think of any lie which would explain the condition of his cock, and he was reluctant to tell the truth. Eventually, his cock had sealed itself, but he was out of commission indefinitely.

Lance was out after some of his delinquent insurance premiums, and Rick's wife, Amy, had gone away for an evening of bridge. It was natural that the two left at home would get together, and in less than two drinks, they were frankly telling each other the extent and depth of their troubles.

Bick looked Tuesday squarely in the eye. "Listen," he said. "I'm a square-shooting guy, but I've had it with Amy. No jury in the world would convict me if I strangled her, if I could tell what I've been through. And you.. shit, you could shoot that lousy rat and probably get a medal."

"Maybe," Tuesday admitted, "but neither one of 'em is worth all that. Maybe we can help each other."

His licked his lips, and reached to take her hand. "Tuesday, you're a good scout," he said a little thickly. "I'd like to make love to you… right here… tonight."

There was a rough tenderness in his voice which deeply affected Tuesday. "Yes, yes, I think I would like that, Rick," she answered. "But do we dare?"

"I do!" he said fiercely. "Come on, let's go in the bedroom. There's no use for us to be miserable always."

When they got into the bedroom, Bick took Tuesday in his arms. He was so powerful and strong that he could have crushed her, but he held her tenderly and pulled her close to his firm body.

Then, as she allowed her head to tilt back, he kissed her. It was a hungry, searching kiss, flaming with need and desire. They held their lips together for a long time, and then Bick eased his tongue out to flick caressingly over her mouth.

Tuesday responded by pressing in hard with her hips, forcing her pubic area to mash against his cock. His prick was hard and standing, and she was thrilled to feel it lying against his stomach. As they continued the kissing, they began to rub and hunch slightly in the pussy-to-prick relationship they had established through their clothes.

Bick broke off the kiss, and held her tightly. He moved his fingers to the catch on her skirt, and in a matter of minutes, it had dropped to the floor and she had stepped out of it. The rest of her clothes followed quickly.

When she was naked, he again pulled her into his embrace, and allowed his hands to wander up and down her back, smoothing downward until he scooted up and over her buttocks. Tuesday was firm and well constructed. She was soft, yes, but in a molded sort of way. Rick made little cooing noises as he stroked her ass, and she twisted about, pushing her tithes against him.

Gently but firmly, Bick forced her away from

him. She sat on the edge of the bed.

He sat down on a hassock, and began to remove his shoes. Tuesday felt tears spring into her eyes. Here was the first man who had ever been really good to her, and at once, she loved him. She jumped to her feet, and walking toward him, she took his head and crushed it between her titties.

He dropped his shoe, and swept his arms about her buttocks, and pulled her tight.

They held the pose for perhaps thirty seconds, and then Tuesday stepped back. "Hurry," she whispered. "I want you so very much!"

"And I want you," he said.

When Bick was finally divested of all his clothes, Tuesday thought she had never seen such a striking man. He was heavily framed, and the muscles rippled over his body like power cords. And his most striking, single attribute was the cock which leaped out of his patch of pubic hair like a missile on a launching pad.

Bick's cock was what a woman would expect on a real man. It was eight inches long, and as big around as the base of a Coke bottle. He had a fine foreskin which skinned back automatically as soon as he got an erection.

At that time, he had a skin-splitting hard-on which ached and hurt as he looked at Tuesday's supple body.

They came together again, and he gently eased her down to the bed. His right leg went between hers, and the hard muscle of his thigh was forced against her juicing pussy.

Tuesday was so hot, so totally consumed by

desire for this man that she felt slightly dizzy. It was an overpowering feeling. His leg against her snatch soothed her wounded spirit. He was kissing her again with great passion, and she wriggled against his leg, driving shafts of ecstasy into her cunt.

Rick lowered his head, and sought refuge in her tits. Her tits were swollen and the nipples stood out. The wide circle of brown which framed her pink nipples was in sharp contrast to the whiteness of her breasts. Truly, Tuesday's titties were lovely.

As Bick took her left breast into her eager mouth, Tuesday felt a?gush of hot oil slime out of her cunt. Oh, how she hated to waste the precious juice! But she knew Bick would make her juice more and more.