A. LeChance - Vixen on top

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.

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?"