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CHAPTER SIX

She accepted it now. Candice no longer had problems about the fact that she was deceiving Martin. She understood that she couldn't be happy without adequate sex. Martin seemed unable to give her what she needed and she had to get it elsewhere. Maybe in time it would destroy her marriage, but meanwhile she had to accept the situation. She told herself she deserved some pleasure in life, she deserved more than a dull existence. She was a healthy and attractive woman and she needed physical satisfaction.

One thing she'd learned was that more sex led to more interest in sex. The valves were opened. She found it easier to get turned on by thinking about sex. She found herself looking at strangers now as potential sexual partners and wondering what they were like in bed. She found herself being more seductive with men and getting more attention in return.

One day she was stopped by a cop for speeding on a boulevard. She never drove the car that much, but this was Saturday and she'd visited a friend in the suburbs. The cop forced her to pull over and then he walked over to the driver's side of her car to write out the ticket.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant and about to have the baby," he said.

Candice looked at him. He was a big burly cop with a square face. "No, I'm not pregnant."

"You were doing over forty and that sign over there says the limit is thirty."

They talked about how fast she was going and how fast the other cars were going and about whether or not he really had to write the ticket. They began talking about cops and tickets and women drivers and she found herself flirting with him. It wasn't deliberate at first, but after he flirted back she kept on with it. She was surprised at herself.

My God, a cop, she thought.

He stopped writing the ticket and looked down at her. "What you need is some driving lessons."

"Maybe I do. Are you teaching today?"

He said nothing for a moment and then he grinned. "All right, you're on. I'll be at the Sunset Motel on Claiborne and Dixon in ten minutes. Do you know the place?"

"Yes, I do. In ten minutes."

So there it was. She had a rendezvous with a cop. She watched the patrol car pull away. As she drove to the motel, she told herself she was crazy. Then she thought about the cop and what lay ahead and she felt the excitement. She had never made it with anyone like that. A cop. Tomorrow you'll be fucking the fire department, she thought.

He was waiting for her at the motel when she arrived. In a few moments they were inside a room and he was kissing her. He was a bigger man than she'd realized. She pressed against him as she kissed him, smelling the sweat and tobacco and aware of his uniform.

"My name's Roy."

"And I'm Candice. You're bigger than I thought. How tall are you?"

"Six-four."

"Do they let you put the gun away?"

"You're not afraid of it, are you?"

"No, I'm not afraid of it. It's the other gun that interests me!"

She went down, dropping to her knees, her fingers hunting for his zipper. She found the tab and pulled it down slowly. He unbuckled his gunbelt and dropped his gun and belt on a chair. She snaked her fingers inside his fly and then inside his shorts to find his cock and bring it out. He was still soft, but even soft his cock was longer than what most men had when they were stiff. He had a long foreskin that completely covered the knob of his prick. Kneeling at his feet, she held his cock-shaft with two fingers and fluttered her tongue over the tip of his cock.

"Go on, taste it."

"Don't worry, I will!"

"Skin it. Get the head out and suck on it!" She found his aggressiveness exciting. Using her fingers, she peeled his foreskin back to expose his cock-head. His cherry-colored cock-knob was suddenly unveiled. She loved the moist head of an uncircumcised cock when it was first uncovered. She sniffed at it a moment, excited by the smell, and then she closed her lips over his cock-knob and stifled sucking.

He made a sound of pleasure in his throat. He held her head with both hands and slowly pumped his prick in and out of her face. "Come on, baby, suck the bone and see how it grows!"

And it did grow. His cock quickly thickened and grew long, his cock-knob swelling in her mouth like a fat plum. He made her suck him until he was close to coming, and then he told her to stop and he pulled out of her mouth.

Still on her knees, she looked up at him. "How big is it?"

"Eight inches."

"Don't you want to came in my mouth?"

"Let's dump the load somewhere else. Why don't you stand up and get your clothes off?"

He wanted to watch her undress. He stood there lightly fingering his cock as she peeled her clothes off. She was turned on. Undressing for a man always excited her. Look what driving too fast can get you, she thought. She kept glancing at his cock. His piss-hole was leaking now. He slowly worked his foreskin back and forth over the knob of his prick as he watched her.

"Nice tits. Keep the garterbelt and stockings on. I like them!"

"Don't I get to see anything?"

"What would you like to see?"

"I'd like to see everything."

"Turn around and show me your ass!"

She turned around. She felt his eyes on her ass. He was so cool about everything, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. Well, she certainly hadn't. She knew him less than an hour and here she was wearing nothing but her nylons while he looked at her ass. She hoped he had no ideas about sticking that huge cock in her asshole. She was sure she couldn't take it. Not one that large. She was sure a cock that large would rip her apart!

When she turned around again, he was busy getting his clothes off. She cupped her hands over her tits and stood there watching him as he got naked. He had a powerful body, big shoulders and a big chest and a slight paunch. She guessed he was about forty. His balls were huge, big balls to match the size of his cock and lots of dark hair framing his fuck-meat. He looked even more masculine without his clothes and her excitement was intense.

She went down on him again. As soon as he had the last of his clothes tossed away, she knelt at his feet again and sucked his cock. This time she had his big balls to play with. She loved jiggling a man's balls. Half the fun of sucking a cock was getting her hands on the guy's balls. She sucked his cock-knob awhile, and then she moved her mouth down to his balls and she licked and sucked his sweaty ball-bag.

He grunted and moved his legs apart. "Careful with the teeth!"

She wasn't sure what she wanted. She'd never had a man like this before, a huge man with all this male equipment and the sharp smell of his sweaty crotch making her quiver with an animal excitement. She dipped her face between his legs, tongued his balls at their lowest point and then behind them where the smell was even stronger. Go on, she thought, do whatever you want, in an hour or two you won't know each other anymore and whatever you do won't make any difference. Her pulse racing, she moved her face even further between his legs until she had access to the crack of his ass.

He grunted again. "Oh yeah. Come on, dig in, baby. Lay some tongue in there!"

He was such an animal. And what she was doing was so awful. But she wanted to do it and she did it. She licked her way from the underside of his balls to the crack of his ass and then inside the crack to his asshole. She was thrilled at the musky taste of his hairy ass. She tickled his shit-hole, then fluttered her tongue down to his balls again and took one of the eggs inside her mouth. Finally she pulled her face away from his crotch.

"Fuck me now!" she said. "I want your cock inside me!"

He made her kneel on the bed. He mauled her ass with his big hands, his fingers puffing and rubbing her cunt-lips. Then he brought the knob of his cock to her cunt-hole and fucked his prick inside. She gasped as she felt the size of him. She dropped her head down, shifted her knees further apart and squirmed her cunt on his big cock.

He fucked like a machine, no frills, nothing but the deep thrusting, his thick cock-shaft stretching her cunt-mouth as his cock slid in and out. She was still under the spell of what she had done before, thinking about his crotch, his hairy balls, the smell and taste of his ass. She had never done that to a man before. Or to a woman. Kelly had sucked her ass, but Candice hadn't returned the favor. Now she had licked the asshole of a complete stranger, a cop she'd picked up on the street. And she wasn't regretful.

She loved licking his ass, tickling his asshole with her tongue. His hairy ass. It was the maleness that turned her on, the funky smell of his balls, the taste of his ass, the hair tickling her nose and lips. She realized now that a woman wouldn't be that exciting to her. Balling Peggy and Kelly had been nice, but what she needed was a man with a cock and balls and a hairy ass.

The cop was talking to her now, telling her what a good fuck she was, rubbing her asshole with his finger as he stroked his cock in and out of her stretched cunt-hole.

Then his finger was inside her ass, and from the size of it she guessed it was his thumb. He screwed his thumb around and she went crazy because it felt like a cock and she thought she had a cock in both fuck-holes. She cried out and came, the piss gushing out of her pussy to drench the insides of her thighs and the mattress between her legs.

The cop felt her cunt-channel contracting on his sliding cock and he started shooting his come-load. Then he smelled the piss and he cursed as he slapped her ass. "Jesus fucking Christ, I hope they got a rubber sheet on the fucking bed!"

The months rolled by and then it was summer and Candice and Martin had a two-week vacation in Colorado. Martin went fishing every day and Candice sat around reading and sipping daiquiris. At night they fucked, banging up and down on the bed in their cabin. The fucking was better than usual because Martin was more relaxed, but Candice was accustomed to exotic sex now and things never got that far with her husband. Then the vacation was over and they were once again back home in the routine of everyday living.

One day in the gallery, Al Gorman the painter walked in and spoke to Candice. "How come you don't like me anymore?"

Candice looked up from her desk. "I never said I don't like you!"

"Then let's have a drink after you get off work."

"I can't, Al. My husband is expecting me home."

"Tell him you broke a leg or something."

He flirted with her, nagging her until she finally agreed to meet him in a bar after she finished at the gallery. She wasn't that enthusiastic about seeing him again, but she was horny. She never saw Frank anymore, and a few hours with Al Gorman would certainly be better than nothing. Better than going home to watch some stupid show on TV while Martin snored on the sofa.

When she arrived at the bar, she found Al with a friend. Al introduced his friend Bruno to Candice.

"This is the loveliest woman you're ever going to meet," Al said. "This is premium woman, Bruno, so hold onto the jewels!"

Candice frowned. "I'm not interested in anyone's jewels!"

Bruno was another crazy painter. Of all the artists Candice knew, the painters were the craziest. Some of them were so whacked out they couldn't function anymore. Al was still functioning, but she wasn't too sure how long it would be before he was finished like the others.

Both Al and Bruno flirted with her as they sat at the bar. She had fucked Al only once, but she remembered it very well. That night at the party. The way he'd gone down on her. The two of them wrestling on that bed. She thought of his mouth between her legs as she bantered with them. She wouldn't mind his tongue down there right at that moment. She was a little annoyed that he had Bruno with him.

Her annoyance soon increased further. As they continued bantering, she realized that Bruno knew she'd made it with Al. She didn't like that at all. She didn't like the idea that Al talked about her to his friends. Then she told herself the hell with secrets, she had nothing to be ashamed of. She wouldn't want Martin to find out, but with these two crazy painters she had nothing to hide. When Al suggested they go to Bruno's studio, she shrugged and said sure, why not? She hoped she and Al would leave Bruno's place later on. They would still have a few hours and maybe they would go to his place and fuck.

She admitted to herself that was all she cared about. She wanted a good fuck and with the right encouragement Al could be a good fuck. She was amused at herself because she realized she was thinking just like a man about fucking. Well, maybe they're right, she thought. Maybe that's the only way to think about it.

They took a taxi to Bruno's place, and when they were inside Candice started drinking again. She'd been drinking wine at the bar and she stayed with it. Wine never made her too drunk. She wanted to stay sober enough to get Al out of there and to a bed somewhere. She wasn't worried about Martin. If he asked any questions, which he never did, she would tell him she'd been out with her girlfriends.

After fifteen minutes or so in the open space that served as Bruno's living room, Bruno disappeared and Al started kissing her. She didn't mind. She liked it. She cuddled into his arms as he worked his tongue in her mouth. When he put his hand on her tits, she didn't mind that either. Al chuckled in her ear and told her he'd been dying to fuck for months.

"Ever since that night at the party. Remember that night?"

"Sure, I remember it."

"I keep thinking about the taste of your pussy."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not!"

"You're just trying to turn me on."

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, stop it. Not until we're out of here!"

"Hell, we can't walk out on Bruno."

"Sure we can."

"Haven't you ever made it with two guys? I thought you liked him!"

She was speechless. She hadn't thought of that at all. Not the two of them. Now she understood why Bruno had been at the bar. Al had invited him. Al's idea was that both of them would fuck her. She groaned and pulled away from him. "Oh no, I can't do that!"

He argued with her. He said it was nothing special. He said his friends were making scenes like that all the time. The women always liked it. They always had enough cock to keep them happy when they had two guys. "You won't be sorry. Do it and you'll see you won't be sorry!"

Gradually she gave in. She couldn't deny the idea was exciting. She had once fucked two men in one day, Frank in the afternoon and Martin in the evening. She'd been excited by it, too. The most exciting moment was when Martin slipped his cock inside her cunt. Her pussy had been fucked out after a long session with Frank, one of the rare times he'd fucked her cunt instead of her ass, and there was Martin rooting around in her fucked-out cunt. It was obvious he couldn't tell the difference. She'd had two men one after the other and now she had a chance to have two men at the same time. She played out her resistance, but when Al started kissing her again and talking about making it with Bruno, she said nothing and just kissed him back. Al wasn't stupid and he knew that he'd won.

He pulled her hand over to his cock, then he told her to bring it out. She unzipped his fly and dragged his cock out of his pants. It felt good in her hand, hot and hard, his cock-shaft throbbing beneath her fingers.

"Suck it!" he said. "Get some cock in your mouth!"

She went down on him. She didn't care anymore that this was Bruno's place and Bruno might walk in. She would make it with both of them, let them fuck her and suck her and do whatever they wanted with her. Whatever they wanted she would like. She liked sucking Al's fat cock. He smelled like he hadn't had a bath in a week and she giggled because it turned her on. She wondered if Bruno smelled as strong as Al. Then she felt a presence, and when she turned her head to look she saw Bruno standing there watching them.

He had his cock out. Bruno had his fingers curled around his cock, his thumb and forefinger pressing his cock-head to squeeze some fuck-juice out of his piss-hole. Her mouth filled with Al's cock, she watched spellbound as a glob of fuck-juice oozed out of Bruno's piss-hole and dropped down to the floor.

Oh yes, she wanted that. Oh God, yes. She dropped Al's cock out of her mouth, kept her mouth hanging open and waited for Bruno. He muttered something as he moved in. She didn't care what he was saying. His cock-head pushed between her lips, the tube of his cock filling her mouth, his cock-knob sliding over her tongue and down to the crack of her throat.

"Look at that," Al said. "She sucks like an angel. Look at that mouth!"

"That's a pretty mouth," Bruno said.

She felt like a slut but she loved it. She sucked Bruno's cock awhile and then she dropped it and went back to Al. First one cock and then the other. Two fat pricks to lick and suck and taste. She wished they were both naked so she could play with their balls. She wanted to hold a pair of balls in each hand while she sucked on their cocks.

They finally stopped the sucking in order to undress her. She remained completely passive, licking her lips as she looked at their dangling pricks. They stripped her down to her nylons and then she had to bend over and suck Bruno again. This time Al got naked and moved behind her and in a moment he had his cock in her cunt while she fucked her face up and down on Bruno's prick.

She felt skewered, one cock in her mouth and the other in her cunt. She had a crazy vision that the two cocks were connected, one solid tube of fuck-meat going right through her body. She wondered what Martin would think if he saw her now. He'd either kill her or divorce her. This was wilder than anything she had ever done. Oh yes, she'd thought about it, because every woman thinks about it sooner or later, but thinking wasn't doing and this was definitely doing. Her cunt sucking a cock at one end and her mouth sucking at the other end. Then she pulled her mouth off Bruno's cock and complained.

"Listen, this is all right, but it's not comfortable for me. Isn't there a bed in this place?"

The men stripped after that and they all moved into the part of the loft that served as Bruno's bedroom. She was into it now, overwhelmed by just, eager to fuck both of them, to try everything and anything they could think of. When they were at the bed, she sat down on the edge of it and grabbed both pairs of balls in her hands.

"Just let me do what I want a moment!"

They stood there while she sucked their cocks one after the other, her mouth loose and hot as it moved from prick to prick. She loved it. She loved having her hands filled with their balls. She loved the surplus of cock-flesh, one cock waiting while she sucked the other.

Finally they stopped her. Bruno lay down on the bed and she had to bend over him to suck his cock again. Al fondled her ass-cheeks and tickled her asshole. When he pushed a finger inside her ass, she didn't stop him. He chuckled as he worked his finger around. He understood she wouldn't mind his cock up her ass if that's what he wanted.

"First the cunt," Al said. He rubbed the knob of his cock up and down her cunt and then fucked it inside her cunt-hole. He fucked his prick in and out awhile as she sucked Bruno. Then Al pulled his cock out of her cunt and bent over her ass to spit on her asshole. "Here comes the Great Communicator!" She felt his cockhead pushing inside her asshole to stretch the walls of her shit-tube.

Now she had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her ass, the full glory of it, mouth and asshole packed solid with hot prick, two crazy painters making a meat sandwich out of her on a ratty bed in a dingy loft.

Candice, you're crazy, she thought. Was this anything a respectable woman might to? No, it wasn't, all the respectable women did was dream about it. Fuck all the respectable women.

She reveled in the lewdness of it, the feel of it, the raunch and sweat and grunting. Bruno was watching the way her mouth sucked his cock and Al was watching the way his cock fucked in and out of her ass. She wandered if he had her shit on his cock. She hoped he did. Frank had once told her it wasn't any fun to fuck a woman's asshole unless he got her shit on his cock. That was the whole idea of it, fucking the shit out of her ass and making her get off on it.

"I want her pussy!" Bruno said.

Al laughed. "I'm not puffing out. You want me to pull out, Candice?"

She lifted her head from Bruno's crotch. "If you do, I'll kill you!"

"Don't you want a sandwich? You get Bruno in your cunt and me in the backdoor. We'll do a little shuffle on the bed and fuck your brains out!"

Candice groaned. "Do whatever you want!" Al snickered as he pulled out of her ass. She was afraid to look at him, afraid she'd be embarrassed by the shit on his cock that she knew was there. She hadn't expected to have her ass fucked in Bruno's place. She hadn't been prepared for it.

But if Al noticed anything on his cock he said nothing. He showed her how to mount Bruno, how to ride Bruno's cock so that her ass was accessible. She was in a daze as she did what they wanted. All she cared about now was getting a cock stuffed into each fuck-hole and blasting off.

Before long all three of them had what they wanted. Bruno was on his back and Candice was on top of him with his cock in her cunt. Al straddled Bruno's legs behind Candice and slipped his cock back inside her asshole.

At first she thought it wouldn't work, she thought they would split her in two. But then she adjusted to the feeling, to the tremendous pressure of two cocks in her body at the same time. The fear passed into amazement and the amazement into a glorious pleasure. It was better than all the fantasies, better than anything she'd ever dreamed about.

They found a rhythm. She felt so close to them. How much closer could people be? One man in her cunt and the other in her ass. At the moment they knew more about her than her husband did.

"Come on, fuck me!" she said. She started tossing her ass around, and before long they were both coming, one cock spurting jism in her cunt and the other pouring a load up her ass. Bruno grabbed one of her nipples between his teeth and bit it as she flew over the moon.