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Chapter 2

She moved through the day in a rosy haze, not really thinking about the daily chores she did through habit, her mind in a whirl from events of the day before. The day she had been so thoroughly fucked by her lover; the magic time when Chuck had gone down on her, when a man had actually eaten her pussy as if he was starving for it.

Maybe he had been starving to taste her pussy, Regina thought, standing in the living room and looking about herself in a warm, loving glow.

She felt giddy and young; she felt so adored. Chuck had turned her on, and she could close her eyes now and feel him between her thighs, feel his long, hard cock sliding into the wet grasping of her labia until it reached full length inside her cunt.

Shivering, Regina lifted both hands to touch her hidden tits, to feel the rising of their nipples through the thick terrycloth robe she wore.

Where was Chuck now, and what was he doing? Was he also remembering their wildly joyous fucking?

Climbing the stairs, Regina thought also of her own husband, of faithful, staid Bill Abbott, the father of her children. She knew a twinge of guilt, but also a delicious sense of daring, a renewed thrill of excitement. She'd cheated on Bill by screwing another man, by taking another man's stiff prick into her avid vagina. And she would do it again, the very first chance she got.

The window of her son's bedroom faced across the walkway and almost matched the window of the Baker boy. She'd sometimes heard them yelling across at each other. Regina smoothed the bed cover, her fingers tingling as she touched the places where semen must have spilled, places where her ass had swung so violently when Chuck was pounding that lovely prick into her.

What if the boy over there had been staring into this room, seeing every detail of the sensuous things his father had been doing to and with her? Regina shivered again, and went to stand close by the window, peering hard into the other shadowy room. She couldn't see anything there, but that didn't mean the process couldn't be reversed.

And suppose someone else saw her, the next time she and Chuck screwed-his son, her son; the two young girls; their respective mates? Divorce, she thought-a messy, terrible scene between them all. Logic said calmly that she should drop this entire affair right now, and be content with the stolen sweets she had already known.

But she wasn't being logical. She was hot and eager for more fucking from Chuck, and if she had to gamble her marriage to get the screwing she so desperately needed, then she would be a gambler. Pressing her thighs together, Regina knew she had to continue with her lover, and she wished-There was a face at the other window!

She tried to move back and stumbled against the bed, fell back, sat up again to stare wildly across the hedged alleyway where she saw him-Chuck!

His voice carried to her, intense and commanding. "Stay right there, darling. I'm coming over."

She wanted to say that it was too dangerous, that someone from either family might come home at any minute. She wanted to yell back that they hadn't planned out this meeting, and it was crazy for them even to consider it. But of course, she didn't say anything; she only sat with her knees tightly together and her hands clenched, trembling.

Her kids-out in town somewhere on this summer day. Her husband-gone to buy something for the car. Yes; the house was clear-at least her house was, but what about Chuck's? It must be, she thought dazedly, or he wouldn't be trotting over here now.

She turned as feet banged on the stairway, her breath catching in her throat, her heart beating out of control. Chuck loved her, couldn't wait to be with her, needed as badly to fuck her as she needed to be fucked. Helplessly, her hands went to her hair, tugged at her robe, and then he was in the room.

His hands caught at her as she rose to meet him, and his mouth found her own. Hotly, wetly, his tongue probed deeply into her mouth, over her tongue; his breath was heavy, panting. Regina fumbled at his jeans, her body humping blindly, urgently against his to find the wonderful hardness of his erect cock.

Chuck wiggled from his jeans as she tugged them down, kicked away his low boots, and that gorgeous stiff prick leaped out into her hand.

They dropped together onto the bed, her robe falling apart to expose the riches of her willing body to him, her legs going wide and her pussy throbbing with need. But then a thought blazed through her, and she turned aside, badly as she craved the thrusting of his prick. She wanted something else more, and tore her mouth free to begin it.

"Darling-" Chuck's voice was puzzled, and his hands dropped reluctantly from her tits as she slid down, moved her mouth down his throat to his collar bone.

"I want to do this to you," she said thickly. "Do the same thing you did to me yesterday-eat you. I want to eat your cock, lover. But I've never done it before-not to my own husband, not to anyone-so if I make mistakes, you'll have to tell me what I'm doing wrong."

Now she was slipping her mouth into the hairs of his chest, drawing a trail of fire with her tongue, tasting the excitement of him and feeling the rapid rise and fall of his rib cage. His nipple-she discovered his mannish little nipple and found it to be standing as stiffly as her own. Regina licked at it, and was rewarded by the sudden arching and twisting of his body.

Using both hands on him, urging him onto his back across the bed, Regina was on top then, biting gently at his nipple, worrying first one, then the other, before dipping her gasping mouth down the center of his chest to the trembling of his belly.

Nuzzling into the line of hairs, she touched the end of her tongue into the indentation of his tummy, and when Chuck squirmed, pushed wetly into his bellybutton as he had done to her before. Regina thrilled as he did, reacted in almost the same way when he shuddered and bucked.

Her hands were on his hips, sliding down to fasten their thumbs into the joining of his thighs. Up very close like that, the head of his prick seemed enormous, and she stared entranced at the glisten of preseminal fluid upon its blunt tip. Dare she taste that?

She did, with a swift flicking of her tongue that drew the droplet of precious liquid back into her mouth. Regina tasted the slippery fluid and found it good, so good that her lips moved out and down of their own accord, to kiss that pulsing knob. And the kiss was preliminary to the open-mouthed adoration. She didn't realize that she had the head of Chuck's prick in her mouth until it was sliding over the rolling of her tongue.

One hand hefted his balls; one set of fingers caressed the veined shaft of his cock, and Regina went farther down, so that the head of his rod slipped over the roof of her mouth and reached into the fevered cup of her throat.

Hungrily, she licked at his prick, laved the knob with her darting tongue, sucked on it until her cheeks dipped in, used her tongue to push into the little slot. Chuck groaned and reached out to fasten his fingers into her hair.

"Oh darling, darling!" His voice was strained and his crotch lifted to her as his prick made gentle thrusts into her suctioning mouth. "Oh, Regina-you're just perfect! So hot and wet-suck me, darling. Eat my prick-eat me!"

"Ummm!" she murmured around his flexing cockhead, and redoubled her efforts, loving the way his belly hiked and the way his ass drew taut when he stroked into her face. She had a man's prick in her mouth, knew the feel of its head bumping against the back of her throat, knew the marvelous, inimitable closeness of oral love.

Sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock, she ate him, pushed and pulled and sucked, licked and nibbled and pumped, adoring the taste and feel of it all, wishing madly that she could get every inch of him in her mouth. She wanted to draw all of him down her throat, head and shaft and balls, so she could truly devour him.

"R-Regina!" he gasped. "I-I'm coming, darling-coming!"

Blindly, passionately, she sucked harder, clenching the hairy root of his prick and almost gagging on the hot flesh that reached so far into her throat. She felt him stiffen out, knew the swelling of his cockhead, and moaned in sheer delight as she realized what was happening. Chuck Baker was about to ejaculate into her mouth, let go his load of semen into her throat. And she wanted that, wanted it insanely.

Boiling, bubbling, his come exploded into her mouth, flung itself against the velvet cavity of her gasping throat, all sticky and slippery, all thick and creamy.

Regina swallowed the oysterlike fluid, gulped down the hot spurts that continued to burst forth from the head of his prick in lessening jets.

The stuff flooded her month, oily over her teeth and greasy upon her tongue; it slid butterlike down her throat and into her stomach, where she would truly digest this vital, living part of him. A part of Chuck Baker would remain with her forever, absorbed into her flesh, eternally surrounded by her.

Ah, how she adored the slippery, salt-sweet taste of his come, the caress of his cockhead deep within her mouth. She bathed the slowly shrinking head with her still avid tongue and continued to suck tenderly upon it, trying to urge yet more of the man juice from it.

Sighing, Chuck lowered his crotch, and she followed it down, playing with his hairy balls, fondling the root of his prick. They lay quietly for a while, and she slipped her hands palm-up beneath the cheeks of his ass, wanting to keep him fed into her mouth, wanting to lift him so she could get one more sweet, stiff inch of his fabulous prick deeper into her throat.

"Regina," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Dear Regina-nobody has to teach you anything about eating a cock. You're born to it, and I don't know why you never did it to Bill."

Slowly, she lifted her face, drew her lips lingeringly along the shaft of his pole, gave it a final lick of her tongue, and sat up so she could look at him. "I never had the nerve to try, and my husband never wanted me to."

Chuck said, "I can't believe that old Bill is that uptight about oral sex; maybe he just doesn't know anything about it. You didn't-before yesterday-and you're for it."

"Yes," she whispered, "oh yes, yes," and saw with something like dismay that she had done perhaps too good a job upon him, because his prick was softening, drooping a little to one side.

He said, "When I saw you up here, I just couldn't stay away. I had to have you again, darling; you're in my blood now. But I didn't expect you to drain me so quickly, so I can't fuck you right away. I can eat you again, though-and I will. Come here, Regina; just straddle my body and slide up onto my face, then just sit right down on my mouth. I'll devour you, darling."

Tingling all over, her skin gone tight and prickly, she did as he said, placing one knee on each side of his body and moving bit by bit up to where she was poised above his upturned face. She looked down and saw him staring up into her dewy crotch, saw the expectant dampness of his mouth, and a deep shiver racked her body. It was so thrilling, just to be here with him, naked and sensuous and not really giving a damn about taboos.

Lowering herself gently, she felt his hands slide up and take hold of the cheeks of her ass, knew his tender fondling there. She flinched when his breath stirred into the humid pubic hairs, and jerked a little when his tongue reached up to dip swiftly into and along her trembling pussy lips.

He might be smothered, she thought, and was happy she wasn't heavily built, that she was willowy and slim in most of the right places.

His mouth blazed against her labia then, and she forgot everything else, swaying like a wind-blown reed and trying to keep some sort of balance. He lapped into her pussy, delved deeply into her cunt, and she lost the struggle to remain upright. Weakened, her head whirling, Regina leaned back and back, her hands seeking blindly for some kind of support. She found it upon his hips, and clung there as her crotch rolled and heaved.

She heard him groan and felt the vibrations within her vagina. He ate into her cunt then, chewing and using his tongue as well as his lips.

Chuck pulled her labia into his teeth, only to push them back out with his powerful tongue; then he sucked hard upon her pussy, and she seemed to turn inside out. It was so stimulating, so penetrating that she could only flow with the maddened emotions.

Rocking back and forth upon his face, Regina also swung her ass in slow gyrations, rubbing her cunt all over his open mouth, smearing her warm juices over his chin and his cheeks, knowing the feel of his nose like another tongue, or another cock. She was fucking his mouth, screwing his face, and she loved the sensation of being in control, of being the one in command.

Her lover ate into her cunt, sucked her, gulped her liquids as she flowed heavily down upon his siphoning mouth. She felt the rapture climbing up her calves, sliding through her tensed thighs, and hunched her pussy violently upon his teeth. He had her clit then, pulling at it, drawing it into his bite.

"I'm coming, Chuck," she announced throatily, swinging her crotch in circles, wiping her cunt into his mouth, her clit throbbing so savagely that it was threatening to explode. "Oh Chuck, my darling, my lover, my horny, sweet man! I'm coming, COMING!"

She let it go then, rode with the smashing waves of hot joy that broke inside her vagina. Her tits swelled and she dug her fingers into his hips as her thighs clenched on his face. Regina's clitoris thrummed and expanded, and the tremendous orgasm thundered throughout her body, splashed brilliant streaks of hot light in the corners of her soul.

Her upper body rose of its own volition, swung up and over and her head dropped, so that her long blonde hair purled down free and golden. She couldn't stop; it was as if the bones had melted and run out of her some way, and she was limp inside and out. Over she went, and over some more, until her hard-nippled tits brushed the bedspread. Then Regina rolled to the left, his head still trapped between her thighs, and curled her legs over his shoulders.

She died. She reached paradise as a houri and had jasmine rubbed into her skin.

Starry-eyed, she looked out over her new kingdom, and saw the flutter of something at the far portal. She blinked and her lover stirred his mouth against her cunt. Not the portal, but a window-a window across the alleyway, where a face was pressed against the screen and staring intently at them wrapped nakedly here upon the bed!