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CHAPTER TWO

During her flight to Los Angeles, Sharon found a solution to her dilemma. Since she obviously couldn't trust men, she'd give up on love and marriage. But she wouldn't give up sex. She'd just leave affection out of it and fuck any attractive man who came on to her. There was no reason to do without, she decided, even if she was soured on men for the rest of her life.

With that bitter resolution in mind, she landed in Los Angeles and headed straight for the nearest airport bar. The convention didn't begin till that evening, and her motel room was already reserved, so she was in no big hurry. She decided to relax with a martini while she struggled to get Bob out of her mind. She was still having some trouble with that. All the more reason to find another man to have fun with, and to find him fast.

She'd hardly had a sip of her drink before another martini arrived. "Where did that come from?" she asked the cocktail waitress.

"The gentleman at the end of the bar sent it," the girl replied.

She indicated a very attractive man in his thirties. He was tan, well-built, and had thick dark hair and mustache. Sharon knew she'd have no trouble getting turned on to him. She gave him a smile and he picked up his drink and walked over to her table. As he approached, she ogled his body frankly. He was in very good shape – probably worked out every day. He paused beside her table and gave her a polite smile.

"Hi, my name's Ross," he said. "Want some company?"

"I'm Sharon," she said, "and yes, company would be nice."

They chatted and she found out Ross was a salesman who traveled around a lot and had never been married. He sounded like a strictly one-night stand, which was exactly what Sharon was looking for. She didn't want to get involved again. Involvement only meant getting hurt. So Ross seemed like the perfect way to begin her new life of sexual freedom. She didn't discourage him when he ordered another round of drinks.

"What about you, Sharon?" he asked. "Ever been married?"

"No," she said, "and I never will be."

"You sound bitter," Ross said. "A beautiful girl like you will surely get married some day."

"I don't have time for it," Sharon said coldly. "My career comes first."

"Okay, okay," Ross smiled, patting her hand, "I see I've hit a sore spot. Let me try another question. Have you given up on sex, too?"

Sharon had to laugh. "No, I haven't, Ross," she said. "Why do you ask?"

"As if you didn't know," he grinned. "Your place or mine?"

It was that easy. Sharon, who'd been avoiding casual encounters and quick sex all her life, was astonished at how simple it was to get fucked. She agreed to go to Ross motel near the airport, and five minutes later they were in his room taking off their clothes. It happened so fast that Sharon didn't have much of a chance to get aroused. But Ross was a very experienced lover, and he sensed that something was wrong. He waited till they were naked, then hugged Sharon and rubbed her back.

"Easy," he said soothingly, "I know something's bothering you. I bet you had a fight with your boyfriend."

Sharon nodded but said nothing, not wanting to talk about it to Bob.

"Okay," Ross went on, "I'll make you a promise. In thirty seconds you're going to forget all about the guy? Okay?"

Sharon nodded eagerly, hoping he could make good on that promise. He scooped her up and carried her over to the king-sized bed. He laid her down and arranged her with her knees bent and her legs wide open. Then he crawled between her legs, and she felt his hot breath fanning her naked pussy. Her interest picked up very fast. Then she felt the first delicious touch of his tongue on the swollen flesh of her cunt and she whimpered with excitement and began to cream.

"Go ahead," Ross challenged, "try to think about your boyfriend."

Sharon could have cursed him, for right away that unwelcome vision popped back into her head – Bob with his arm around that lovely strange girl. But the vision vanished just as fast as it had come, as Ross began whipping his big hot tongue up and down over her juicy red line of her pussy. His tongue raked deliciously over her most sensitive places, her swollen clit and the creaming mouth of her cunt and even over the puckered opening of her ass. She couldn't think about Bob when she was feeling such fantastic sensations.

"Oooooo, yessss," she squealed, "lick my pussy, Ross, I just love that."

Until she fucked Bob a few days earlier, she'd been three long years without a man, and she had a lot of lust stored up. She figured Ross could tongue her pussy for about a week and she wouldn't get tired of it. She lay there gurgling in bliss, legs held wide open, as he expertly lashed his tongue up and down the creamy line of her clit, giving her hot blasts of pleasure. Soon she was helplessly creaming all over his bobbing chin. The molten cream dribbled down the crack of her ass and puddled on the bedspread.

"Unnnhhhhh, yessss, that's so damned good," she moaned.

She was only just beginning to realize what a strain it had been on her to keep up her image as a teacher. She had to be above reproach, perfect in every respect, and she could never let her students or their parents know that she was a naturally lusty and hot-blooded woman. Now, with this near-stranger, she could let herself go at last. Ross didn't even know her last name, and she'd never see him again. She didn't have to worry about her image now.

So she gurgled and moaned and wantonly rubbed her hot hungry pussy against his lashing tongue. After he'd tongued her entire cunt and left it glistening with his hot spit, he zeroed in on the fat throbbing bud of her clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. He teasingly rimmed the pulsating shaft with the stiff tip of his tongue, and Sharon squealed with excitement. Then he caught her clit between his lips and began to suck on it, and Sharon almost flew off the bed, the pleasure was so sudden and violent.

"Unnnhhhhhh, yesss, suck me off," she moaned, "I need to come so bad, Ross."

All of a sudden her lust seemed unbearable. She'd repressed it for a few hours, while she was so angry and upset with Bob, but now it was returning in full force, burning through her body. She'd been horny for days, she realized, ever since she and. Bob had fucked, and only another long hot fuck session would relieve her lust-wracked body. She responded to Ross' expert hot sucking with hoarse moans of ecstasy, and she creamed heavily all over his face.

"Ahhhhhh, God, that's so good," she moaned.

He was making an obscene slurping and snorting noise as he sucked, and that just turned her on all the more. His sucking got faster and harder by the second, and Sharon shrieked in bliss and thundered toward an urgently-needed orgasm. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, blotting out everything but the incredible pleasure she was feeling. That hot pleasure built and built in her pussy till she could hardly stand it any longer. Greedily she arched her body, rubbing her clit hard between Ross' lips, aching to get off.

"Ooooo, make me come, please make me come," she whimpered desperately.

Ross made her come, all right, in a way she'd never have predicted. Still sucking loudly and hungrily on her throbbing clit, he slid a hand under her churning ass and felt around till he located the tiny puckered mouth of her ass. She gasped as she felt him wriggling his little finger up that tight but juicy hole. She'd never had anything up her ass before, and she was astonished at how exciting it felt. Ross started pumping his finger in her asshole and kept sucking on her clit.

"Unnnnggggghhhh, shit, I love it," she gurgled.

She'd never felt such intense pleasure before. All her previous lovers had been amateurs compared to this guy. She had a hunch that Ross wanted all his lovers to be sitting in their rocking chairs forty years later remembering him, saying, "That Ross, the salesman, what a terrific fuck." He wasn't about to get involved with any one girl, but he didn't want to be forgotten, either. All this was fine with Sharon, more than fine. All she really craved was the thorough inventive fucking he was giving her.

"Ross, you crazy, you're gonna make me come," she gasped.

She hadn't realized it was possible to come from having her asshole stimulated, but it was just about to happen. Ross was sucking hard on her clit, giving her hot blasts of pleasure, but what was really driving her over the edge was his stiff finger pumping steadily in her greedily gripping asshole. He gradually worked his finger deeper in the untried hole, till he was in as far as he could get. Sharon threw her head back and wailed in ecstasy as he probed the hot depths of her ass. She felt herself coming, the most violent climax she'd ever had in her life.

"Ajhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit, you did it, whhaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Ahhhhhh, Ross, I'm coming so hard!"

Ross kept right on stimulating her as she came, his lips tugging and squeezing her throbbing clit, his finger reaming her spasming asshole. His skill made her climax doubly intense and prolonged. By the time she finally came down from it, she was totally breathless and limp. As she lay there recovering, 'Ross rose to his knees and wiped her sticky cream from his face and mustache. He was grinning broadly.

"I got the impression you liked that," he said.

"Mmmmm, it was heaven," Sharon sighed. She didn't mind complimenting him – he deserved it.

"And I bet you'd like more, wouldn't you?" he leered.

"Oh, wow, would I ever," she giggled.

"Great," he said, "because pussy-eating just happens to be my favorite hobby."

He ducked down, nosed into her steaming cunt again and this time he lifted her long legs and draped them over his shoulders. She was completely open to him, and she couldn't have escaped even if she'd wanted to. She lay back and panted and gasped with delight as he once more tongue-whipped the entire length of her moist, scarlet pussy. When he'd whetted her appetite and gotten her to panting loudly and clawing the bed, he finally zeroed in on the creaming mouth of her cunt, running the stiff tip of his tongue around and around the tight ringed opening.

"Oooooooo, Ross, oooooooo," Sharon squealed.

It was very exciting, what he was doing to her, but before long it ceased to satisfy. She wanted to feel more than just the tip of his tongue in her cunt. She wanted to feel every throbbing inch of his prick inside her body. Hungrily she began jerking her hips, trying to impale her pussy on his snaking tongue, but he wouldn't let her do it. He was deliberately puffing back each time she thrust at him and soon she was whimpering with frustration.

"Ross, damn it, give it to me, quit playing around," she moaned.

Leering, he raised his cream-smeared face and said, "Tell me exactly what you want, baby, and I'll give it to you."

So that was his game. He wanted to hear her beg for it. Well, she didn't mind. She was just too horny to be bashful about her needs.

"Please, Ross," she moaned, "cram your tongue up my cunt."

"That's more like it," he grinned.

He shoved his face between her legs again and she felt him shoving the whole length of his thick tongue into her cunt, stuffing her with it and almost touching her womb. It was just the sensation she'd been craving, something big and hot and stiff in her famished pussy hole. She flinched with the impact, gasped, and then fed him a huge steaming flood of cream.

"Ahhhhh, yessssss, that's it," she moaned, "give me that big tongue."

Ross cupped her hot little ass and began pistoning his thick tongue in and out of her cream-flooded pussy. His tongue made an obscene sucking noise that echoed through the room, and it added to Sharon's wild excitement. She threw back her head, closed her eyes, and wailed in ecstasy as his expert tongue-fucking hurtled her toward another body-wracking climax. She'd been way overdue to come, and now she knew that one orgasm wouldn't be enough. She needed to glut herself on corning – and Ross seemed to be just the man for the job.

"Oooooo, do it to me, do it to me," she squealed, digging her nails into the bed and greedily shoving her red-hot pussy against his face.

Ross' head bobbed faster and faster between her widely spread thighs, and his tongue pistoned hard and deep in her greedy little pussy hole. She began tightening her cunt around his spearing tongue, creating more hot friction, and the pleasure built in her pussy till she was shaking and sobbing with it. He must have sensed that she was right on the verge of coming because he worked quickly to bring her to climax. He wriggled his little finger up her asshole and pumped it in short hot stabs, and Sharon screamed and went right over the edge.

"Whaaahhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" she howled.

He clutched her ass tightly and kept her steaming pussy pressed against his face as she came. His thick hot tongue worked deep in her convulsing pussy, reaming out the floods of her pearly come-juice. He ate her out as she climaxed, gulping the tangy cream as fast as he could. At last she went limp, and he undraped her legs from his shoulders and let her rest. Sharon sighed with the delicious after-shocks of her violent climax.

"You're fantastic," she grinned, "and you know it."

"That's right," he laughed. "And now, if you've had enough pussy-eating, how about putting out for me?"

He rose to his knees and displayed his stiff cock. It was flat against his belly, rigid and drooling. Sharon's blue eyes went hot and hungry at the sight of it. She'd just come twice, and violently, but already she felt horny again. This session wouldn't be complete, she felt, unless she enjoyed Ross' handsome stiff cock. Her cunt boiled and creamed, and she writhed with longing.

"Yesssss," she hissed, "stick it in me, fuck me."

"Let's do it doggy-style," Ross leered.

Sharon had no objection. She really didn't care what position they did it in, as long as they fucked. She rolled onto her hands and knees and Ross grasped her shapely little ass and drew it up in the air. She shivered with lusty anticipation as his hands slid to her hips and grasped firmly. She felt him wedging the big hard head of his prick into her slippery cunt mouth and she moaned softly. He started pushing into her, going slowly, savoring the sensation.

"Ooooo, yesssss, stick your cock in me, Ross," Sharon moaned, "give me very fucking inch, baby."

She'd never behaved like this before, never used that kind of language or been so uninhibited and wanton. It was as if, after breaking up with Bob, nothing mattered any more. She didn't care about her pride or her reputation. All she cared about was getting well-fucked, grabbing all the pleasure she could. She moaned softly and steadily as Ross crammed his big hard prick into her cunt, and she creamed all over his throbbing cock meat. At last his cock hit her womb.

"You got it all, baby," he said hoarsely, "and now I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you – provided that's okay with you, of course."

"Do it," Sharon laughed, "I need it."

"So I noticed," Ross replied.

He was really curious as to why such a knock-out chick would be so hard up for fucking, but he'd already guessed that she didn't want to talk about it. It was just a fantastic piece of luck that he'd been the first to come on to her in the airport bar, because this lady was out to fuck her way through L.A., no holds barred. Now her cunt felt hot as a blast furnace around his sawing cock, and it was deliciously snug and juicy, too. He sighed with bliss as he fucked into her, sheathing his cock again and again in her velvety little pussy hole.

"Ahhhhh, yeah, you got a nice tight cunt, baby," he moaned.

No wonder, Sharon thought it had hardly ever been used. She'd been so careful about men that she hadn't been fucked more than a dozen times in her twenty-five years. But that kind of restraint was over. She wasn't going to deprive herself of pleasure any longer. She didn't have to be cautious about men now anyway, because she didn't intend to get involved. She let herself go completely as she took the steady deep thrusts of Ross' iron-hard cock, clawing the bed and gurgling and creaming. Each hard lunge of his prick gave her a hot blast of pleasure.

"You like it, baby," he panted. "Am I fucking you the way you want it?"

Good old Ross, he always aimed to please.

"Yesssss," she moaned, "you're fucking me so good, honey, I just love it."

She wished the delicious sensations could go on forever. She wondered if she'd ever been fucked enough in her life – probably not. She felt like she could take his hard-driving cock for days and still keep coming and coming. She had so much lust stored up, it was going to take more than one man to satisfy it, but it sure was going to be fun trying. For the first time she began to look forwards to her three days in L.A..

"Mmmmm, yeah, fuck it to me, baby," she panted. "Fuck my pussy good, Ross."

Her naughty words of encouragement had just the effect she wanted. Ross snorted with excitement and began to fuck into her very hard, his flat belly smacking her ass loudly. She gurgled with bliss and dug her nails into the bed to withstand the impact of his pile driving cock. This was the kind of rough steady fucking she craved. Her body shook and her big ripe tits jiggled and swayed. The red-hot friction between cock and cunt was driving her wild, and her creaming was out of control. She drenched Ross' prick, and the excess juice flooded down her thighs.

"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, you big bastard, you're fucking me good," she whined, "you're gonna make me come."

"You better believe it, baby," Ross growled.

He fucked into her so hard that the bed began to creak and shake. Sharon loved it. She screwed her eyes shut and blotted out everything else. As he hammered his stiff cock clear to her womb, she felt blast after blast of hot pleasure ripping through her pussy. She started to come, and she couldn't stop. This had never happened to her before – a whole firecracker string of orgasms that went off one after another.

"Oooooo, shit, I'm coming, I'm coming," she gasped, "I can't stop!"

Ross felt her fiery-hot little cunt convulsing around his prick, squeezing arid releasing in a hard hungry rhythm. Her pussy was sucking the come right out of his balls. He fucked into her as hard as he could and felt the scorching wads of jizz spurting from his prick.

"Take my come, baby, take it!" he groaned. "Awwww, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhh!"

"Give it to me, Ross, cream me good!" Sharon wailed. "Ohhhhh, honey, I'm coming so damned good!"

It was the most fantastic climax she'd ever had, and maybe that was because she'd never completely let go before. She'd always been worried about what her partner would think of her later. But with Ross there was no such worry. They finished fucking, said polite goodbyes, and walked out of each other's lives. As Sharon took a cab to her motel, she was looking forward to more encounters like the one she'd had with Ross. And why not? She didn't owe anybody any allegiance, not any more. She was free to have all the fun she wanted.