by Holly Ardent
“Aren't you going to come in?” she asked.
Jerry realized he'd been standing on the doorstep, staring.
“Ummm, yeah sure,” he said, stepping inside.
She closed the door behind him.
“That's very much the reaction I was hoping for, just not in public,” she said.
He blushed and looked down.
“No, really. I wanted to leave you speechless and I did. We'll see what else I can do later on, but first we've got some work to do.”
The work wasn't difficult and it didn't engage Jerry's mind very much, so the next few hours passed with him staring at Donna and wondering just what else she planned on doing later.
* * *
“Lunch time,” Donna called.
Jerry turned from where he'd been moving furniture around again and headed out into the hall.
“Come on downstairs, I've got lunch all ready,” Donna said.
He followed her voice downstairs and found her sitting at the table in the kitchen. The sandwiches on the plates in front of her were massive, easily three inches thick.
“I know young men like you have hefty appetites and I thought I could probably handle one myself with all the work I've been doing.”
“Thank you, they look great.”
“You're welcome. What would you like to drink? I've got cokes, lemonade, water... or maybe you'd like a beer?”
You've got to be kidding me, right? She's gonna give me beer too? Sandwiches, sex, and beer from a hot lady. Have I died and gone to heaven?
“Yeah, a beer would be awesome.”
“I'll have one too. Sometimes they get me a little horny, but I bet you wouldn't mind that, would you?”
Jerry blinked. As far as he knew, people didn't talk like that except in the movies, especially the pornos he liked watching.
He shook his head.
“It wouldn't bother me in the slightest,” he said with a smile. “Might even be fun.”
She raised an eyebrow at him.
“What, you didn't have fun yesterday?”
“Well, of course I did. But I'm betting you were horny, weren't you?”
“Yes, I was. My husband's been gone a week already. When he told me he'd be out of town while I remodeled, he also told me to hire someone to fill in for everything I'd planned on him doing. I took him at his word, but I don't think he realized that included them filling in for the sex he and I would've had. But he did tell me to get someone to fill in, so...”
She paused for a moment, thinking.
“But anyhow, he was gone for a week by yesterday, so I'd been a week without sex. Yes, I was horny.”
What a lucky guy, stupid though. If I had a wife that looked like Donna and she wanted sex all the time, I'd be glad to help her remodel. Then we could spend the rest of the day having sex after we finished the work each day.
Donna removed the lids from two locally micro-brewed beers with a church key, then slid one over to Jerry.
“Here you go.”
He picked up the beer and took a small drink. It was better than he thought it would be. The only beers he'd had before were from the national breweries, the ones that some people complained were just flavored water. Now he understood their complaints. He almost needed to chew this beer before swallowing it. It was thick, rich, and a lot less bitter than any he'd had before.
He looked up and saw Donna taking a deep drink of her own beer before picking up her sandwich. They were both hungry so there wasn't much talking while they ate. When they were done, she went and got two more beers, handing one to Jerry
“I'm a cheap date,” she said. “Two beers is definitely going to do something to me, but as you so aptly put it, it should be fun.”
She tilted the bottle back and finished half the beer in one drink. Jerry didn't even try to keep up. He could tell that these beers were stronger than the ones he'd had before also. Even with the massive sandwich he'd just finished he could still feel the first beer he'd had. He took the second one slowly, watching Donna to see just what effect her getting drunk was going to have.
He didn't have long to wait. She finished her beer in another two drinks and, well before he finished his own, she was plucking at her shirt. Within a minute it was gone and his suspicion was proven correct. She was wearing a black fishnet top, with built in support in place of a bra. It disappeared down into her shorts so he wasn't absolutely sure if it was just a top or maybe one of those one-piece suits. Either way, it looked incredibly hot on her.
She came over and started rubbing her chest against his shoulder and back.
“Are you almost done with that? I want you. I know you want me too. I saw the way you looked at me when you got here today.”
Jerry said to hell with it and drained his beer. While he did, Donna's hand made its way down into his crotch and grasped his erection firmly through his jeans.
“I knew you wanted me,” she said. “Let's get him free, shall we? We'll see if we can give him some fun.”
Donna had a hard time trying to open his jeans with him sitting down so Jerry obligingly stood up. She opened his zipper and pushed his underwear down through it. Her hand reached in and wrapped firmly around his erection. Then she looked around and shook her head.
“This won't do, there's no good place in here. Follow me.”
She opened a door and headed down a set of stairs. He was happy to follow since her ass was moving in ways that would've given him an erection if he hadn't already had one. As it was, a surge of lust swept through his body leaving him tingly and light-headed. He followed her down the stairs.
The staircase lead down into an entertainment room. A half bar took up part of one wall with a neon beer sign behind it. A black leather couch and chairs lined the other walls. The centerpiece of the room was a large pool table. The traditional green felt top was set off by the rich tones of the hardwood that made up the frame.
Damn, she's got money, he thought. Lots of it if this is just a play room and they spent as much on it as it looks.
Donna wiggled out of her shorts, drawing his attention away from the furnishings. The mesh top was a one-piece, but the crotch was open. The bare skin on her pussy was almost bulging out of the opening, giving it an eager, hungry look. The expression on her face matched, but was, if anything, even more intensely hungry. She wanted something, and he was pretty sure it was him.
“Come here,” she said, dragging him over to the couch.
This time when she reached for his jeans, she unsnapped them and dragged them down to his ankles. His underwear followed. Jerry quickly undressed as her hand went to his cock and began stroking it.
When he'd removed his shoes and socks and kicked off his pants, he pulled his shirt over his head. While it covered his eyes, he felt a hand on his chest, pushing him backwards. He fell and landed on the couch. Before he'd recovered enough to finish removing his shirt his cock was engulfed by a warm, wet sensation that he remembered from the day before.
After he got his shirt removed, he dropped a hand to the back of Donna's head.
Looks like she wants to be a little more forceful than yesterday. Two can play at that game though.
He splayed his fingers, driving them into her hair. When he clenched his hand he had a good grip on her hair. He used that grip to slowly force her to take more and more of his cock into her mouth. She didn't struggle against him, he wasn't even sure what he'd do if she did. As more and more of his cock disappeared into her throat and mouth he closed his eyes and leaned back in bliss.
When Donna tried to pull her head up off of his cock, he had a momentary urge to use his grip to just hold her there, his cock buried in her throat. He resisted the urge and loosened his grip.
She knelt in front of him and he was glad he'd resisted when he noticed that she was trying to catch her breath.
I must've been in too deep and cut off her air flow, he thought.
He patted the couch beside him.
“Come on
up here,” he said.
She slid onto the couch beside him and he reached over to gently stroke her breast through the mesh fabric. Her breathing still wasn't back to normal and she reached up and pushed his hand away.
“Let a girl catch her breath first?” she said.
So Jerry took the moment to look at her again. From her pink pussy, now gleaming with moisture, up to her large breasts, half covered by the built in bra, he decided that she was exactly what a woman should be. At least exactly what he wanted in a woman.
He slid off the couch and ran a finger along the outside of her leg, thinking that she wouldn't have the same reaction there. He was right and as she caught her breath he slowly drew his finger from the outside of her leg to the inside of it.
Her breath caught as his fingertip stroked her inner thigh. He glanced up at her face to make sure she was ready for more and saw that her eyes were half-lidded, the portion he could see watching him closely, smoldering with desire.
He gulped, wondering just what effect those two beers were going to have on her. But she wasn't complaining so his finger slid along the soft flesh of her inner thigh, moving higher until he was stroking the bare flesh of her pussy.
Donna let out a contented sigh when his finger reached its destination. As he started stroking her pussy, her legs spread wider and she slid down until her pussy was just at the edge of the couch. It was glistening with her juices and his nostrils flared as he caught her scent. It was slightly musky and very feminine.
I need to taste that. I really want to eat her out, but... how do I do it? he thought.
He slid his finger into her slit and ran it the length, then withdrew it and sucked her juices off.
I want more of that.
He stared at her pussy, trying to figure out exactly what to do, for so long that her eyes opened again.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“No, not at all.”
“But you stopped.”
“Um, well... I kind of want to do something, but...”
She chuckled. It was a rich, sultry sound that set his cock to twitching.
“I'm guessing you want to eat me but you've never done it before?”
“How do you know these things?” he asked.
“I was watching. You know, you can just lick me, experiment a bit. Pay attention to my reactions and you'll learn what I like. I'm not about to complain that you don't know what you're doing. Helping you learn is half the fun here.”
He dropped his head, trying to conceal the blush that warmed his cheeks. His tongue slid out and he leaned forward until it made contact with her flesh. Since he'd enjoyed the taste of her he'd already had, the first thing he did was delicately lick all the drops of moisture off the surface of her pussy. Once that was done, and she hadn't said anything, he slid the tip of his tongue into her slit, where he could see more drops glistening.
Donna grunted happily at the minor penetration, so he ran his tongue up her slit, gathering her juices with it. When he reached the top and started to run it back down, she spoke.
“No, stay up there. Your tongue feels just as good as, or even better than, your fingers. So use it in the same places.”
He realized that she'd stopped him with his tongue right next to her clit. When he used the tip of it to press against the ridge of flesh in front of him, she moaned.
Her hand came down and she set a finger to either side of that ridge of flesh. When she pressed against herself and then drew her fingers up a bit, he saw the tiny mound of flesh, glistening with moisture. His tongue darted in to lick the moisture away and Donna jumped at the contact.
“I'm sorry,” he said. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head lazily.
“No, quite the opposite in fact. I didn't mean to startle you, I just couldn't control myself.”
Now that's good to know, he thought.
He sent his tongue back in to lick the mound again. This time Donna tensed up but didn't jump. He continued to lick it, noticing her tense up more and more.
She said I should experiment, right?
He paused for a moment, considering how to do what he wanted. Finally his tongue flicked out and lashed against her clit. This time she jumped again and Jerry grinned. He lashed her clit with his tongue for a minute or so, gleefully noting her reactions. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against the flesh surrounding her clit.
He used his tongue to stroke her clit as he slowly closed his lips. When they touched her clit he withdrew his tongue, but kept his lips closing. He caught her clit between them and used his lips to pinch it gently, then shook his head slightly, drawing her clit this way and that.
Donna thrashed, her hand letting go of her clit hood and racing to the back of Jerry's head. Her iron grip there forced his face into her crotch. Guessing that he was doing something right, Jerry kept pinching and shaking her clit as best as he could with her hand on his head.
She held his face there for a minute or so before letting go. He felt the warmth of her pussy increase and when he let go of her clit and drew back, it was coated with moisture again. He went back to work licking the moisture away, and every few licks Donna twitched and made soft, unintelligible noises.
He drew his head back from her pussy and watched her for a bit. She was flushed and he wasn't sure if that was from the orgasm or the booze. Either way, it looked good on her. It made her look ripe and ready for plucking.
Jerry went up on his knees between her legs and pushed his cock towards her pussy. He'd gotten the head in before she straightened up.
“No, wait!” she said.
He drew back quickly, worried that he'd pissed her off somehow.
“What?” he asked.
Her eyes glinted as she looked at him consideringly.
“There's something I want to do. Something I want you to do. Will you?”
“Um, sure? But what is it?”
Donna stood and walked to the pool table. She leaned forward over it, supporting her upper torso on her arms and spreading her legs.
“Fuck me on the table? Or at least leaning against it? I asked my husband to do it once and he looked like I'd suggested raping a nun or something. I think he loves this table more than he does me. So, now I'll use it the way I want to.”
“Sure, I can do that,” Jerry said.
He stared at her breasts, dangling unsupported in the air over the table and swallowed.
“As a matter of fact, I'd love to do that,” he continued.
He started walking towards her and she straightened.
“One second first. I've got a couple of other ideas I'd like to play with also.”
He stopped cold as she walked over to the half bar. The first thing she did was grab a bottle of whiskey, open it, and drink straight from the bottle. Then she put that down and pulled the small chain hanging from the beer sign on the wall. The neon lit up with a red glow.
Donna turned off the room light, leaving the only illumination the garish red glow of the neon. Then she returned to her spot at the table and leaned forward again.
“Now,” she said. “Take me now. Make me feel like some cheap slut that you're just using for sex. Use me hard, however you like. I reserve the right to tell you to do some things if you aren't being kinky enough for me though.”
He was pretty sure his brain had just melted and run out through his ears. His only thoughts were about fucking her until he couldn't any more. The room looked like a lurid strip club and the red light illuminating it gave Donna's pale flesh a reddish tinge. The smile she shot him, and the look in her eyes, caused what remained of his mind to think of succubi; the female demons that drained a man's energy through sex.
Even so there was no hesitation before he stepped forward and placed his hands on her hips. Her pussy was wet enough that he had no problem pushing himself into it. As a matter of fact, as soon as he entered her, he felt her juices running down his cock and her legs.
Jesus
if she's as horny as it seems, she might outlast me, fuck me into the ground. I'm not sure I care though.
He quickly discovered that he could get deeper inside of her in this position and he took advantage of it, driving himself in as deep as he could, then savoring her warmth and wetness for a few moments before pulling back out and driving in again, trying to get deeper with every thrust.
Donna seemed happy with that for the first several minutes. When she started squirming he was pretty sure it wasn't with pleasure, but with impatience.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Um-hum,” she said, then swallowed several times, “but you're teasing me brutally here. Unless you mean to be teasing me you need to go faster and harder.”
“I didn't mean to tease, I was just enjoying myself.”
She shuddered, but this time he thought it was with pleasure.
“Well, you can keep doing what you're doing if you like, but you need to speed up at some point so I can get off too.”
“Not a problem,” he replied.
Jerry proceeded to pull his cock out of her and drive it in again as hard and fast as he could, over and over. Donna had been about to say something else, he'd heard her start to say something, but she swallowed her words as her body started trembling.
I guess she was right and I was teasing her and keeping her on edge. I'll have to remember that for the future. But for now feeling her body tremble beneath me and her pussy clench down on me is just as good as what I was feeling before.
Jerry slammed into her over and over, hard enough that he could hear their flesh coming together with a smack at the end of each of his thrusts. She wasn't all that loose, but she was wet enough that it felt that way. Soft wet noises counterpointed the smacks of flesh, coming each time he drew his cock nearly out of her in preparation for slamming it into her again.
He took a deep breath and realized that the only thing he could smell was their sex. A combination of his own sweat and her juices filled the air, turning him on even more. He tried to pick up his pace, but he was already going as fast as he could. Instead, he moved his hands from her hips and reached forward to grasp her swaying tits.