Jezebels

I kissed her and pulled her to a sitting position to unzip her dress, which she helped me remove. She lay back on the couch wearing only a garter belt and stockings. It was the first time I'd seen her body in the light. She had a small pooch of a stomach, a trimmed bush, and a shape that made a man want to mount her.

The surprise was a tattoo the size of a quarter half-way between her belly button and pubic bone. It was an inverted blue triangle with a red block letter "J" in the center.

"I went to the doctor today. He started me on the pill and fitted me for a new diaphragm. We can do it bareback," she said.

"Why don't we then?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said as she grinned and wiggled all over.

"How about the floor?" I asked.

She rolled off the couch and knelt, watching me with big, sexy eyes as I discarded my clothes. When I knelt, she grabbed my cock, jammed it in her mouth, and sucked like crazy. She popped him out, licked her lips, and smiled at me.

"I like you fucking me, Jack Williams," she said softly.

"That's good, Mary Saunders, because I like doing it."

I had the feeling we were being watched. I looked up to see the hall door open an inch or so and a brown eye peering at me.

"Becky's watching us again," I whispered.

Mary didn't even look around. "I don't care. Do you?" she said.

"No. Should I invite her to join us?"

She chuckled. "No, but let her watch. Now shut up and fuck me." I pulled her into my lap and she squealed as she guided me into her. "Oh, Jesus, you fill me up so good," she moaned.

Becky opened the door wide and leaned against the frame. Her being there didn't bother Mary and it certainly didn't bother me. I saw the joy in Mary' s face as we fucked, and the agony of pleasure when she came. I heard the delightful little mouse squeaks, the "ee, ee, ees" I was growing to love. Her sweat, smell, and rhythms were arousing and enjoyable.

"That's it, Jack. Fill me with cum," Mary whispered when I shot. Becky winked at me and quietly closed the door behind her.

****

All day Friday, Mary, Monica, and Becky played in and out of my mind as I tried to figure out what was happening with them. You can guess what my mind conjured up as what might happen. I knew one thing for sure. Mary was submissive. I was determined to explore that Friday night.

I was at Mary's house when she got home from work. She wanted to change, but I had her come with me as she was. Becky, Veronica, and Jimmy waved good-bye as we drove away. Dinner was at a seafood place and we both ordered light. I took her to my townhouse, gave her a glass of wine, and we sat on the couch talking for an hour or so. I enjoyed talking to her, but it was time to move on.

"Mary, undress for me," I said. She blushed lightly.

"Oh? Undress for me? Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Yes, Mr. Williams," she said impudently.

She didn't undress. She performed a strip tease. Our eye games were the essential part of her performance. When she slipped her panties down her legs and set them aside, I said, "Come undress me." Her hands hurried and she forced herself to slow down. When I was down to my jockeys, she stuck her thumbs in the elastic and raised her head to be kissed. I kissed her hard and hot.

She tugged them down my legs, but I didn't step out of them. When I sat down on the edge of the couch with them around my feet, I knew the next few minutes were of prime importance. A knowing look spread over her face. She quivered, knelt, gently lifted my feet, and removed my jockeys. She pushed my legs apart and knee-walked between them. She spread her knees, not widely but enough to make her point. Without looking away, she found my cock and sucked its head into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back.

She sucked my cockhead like a baby on its mother's nipple. She knew what I wanted when I put my hand on the back of her head. She took my cock in her mouth as far as it would go. Her eyes were watery from her gag reflex when she looked at me. Saliva escaped the corner of her mouth, but she didn't try to retrieve it. I waited to see what she'd do.

She let my cock slip out, took a deep breath, and pushed, swallowing it until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. I felt her throat muscles tighten around it. She let it ease out of her throat. She watched me and suckled. She was happy to be there.

I knew this woman loved to suck cock and to fuck, and it was clear she was submissive, if only as a sexual game. Now I wanted to see if she would take my cock out of her mouth to answer my questions.

"I like you, Mary. I like your smile, your sense of humor, and your honest heart. I like talking to you. I like fucking you. I like you between my legs sucking my cock with a complaint and obedient expression on your face," I said quietly. "You like it, too."

She beamed and nodded.

"You like being submissive, don't you?"

The hard shaft between her rounded lips elongated her face. Her eyes held an aroused glittered with a touch of shyness. She nodded.

"For any man?"

She frowned and shook her head.

"Just for me?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Do you like being bound?"

She nodded.

"Being spanked?"

She nodded and shook.

"Does that mean sometimes?"

She nodded.

"Are you going to put any limits on what I can do to you?"

She wanted to speak, but that would change the game she was playing. Her eyes went from soft to hard and back again. She shrugged. I knew how she felt. I didn't know exactly where I was going with her.

"I can tell you love to suck cock. Do you like the taste of cum?"

She nodded and smiled around my cock.

"Would you like me to cum in your mouth?"

She nodded again.

"You can use your hands."

Damn, she was good. She used tongue and lips to bring me along slowly. Her eyes watched mine and her hands were on me to measure my tenseness. When I was ready, one hand pumped my cock's shaft and the other pulled my balls.

"Oh, shit," I said. I held her head and humped away. She knew how to handle that, too, blocking my thrusts so I wouldn't go too deeply in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop when I came. I flopped back and looked at her. My cock was softening in her mouth and there was a twinkle in her eyes. "That was the best blowjob I ever had," I said.

She popped my cock out of her mouth. "Thank you, Mr. Williams, but that's my first time sucking you. Next time will be better."

"I may not live through next time."

"I haven't killed a man yet," she said. She put my cock back in her mouth.

"Stop, Mary," I said quietly.

"Yes, Mr. Williams," she whispered.

Looking cocky and happy, she was in the classic submissive position - legs spread wide, breasts lifted toward me, hands on thighs, and head slightly lowered and looking up at me through her lashes.

"Did your husband train you to do that?"

She quickly stood and stepped away. She was focused and intent, her words clipped and firmly spoken. "I tried to train him to be dominant because I like being submissive, Jack, but you need to understand that I'm not compulsive about it. I've had a lot of offers since my divorce, but you're the only man I've fucked. I'm glad I did. I like you. I like talking to you and fucking you and sucking your cock. You light my fire like no man I've ever met, and that includes my husband." She sighed happily. "Let's talk about limits. If I was going to be with you always, there wouldn't be any limits. But if I'm not always going to be with you? Well, I've got to be practical."

"Let's go to bed," I said as I pulled her into my arms. I led her to my bedroom.

When she saw the restraints, she giggled. "It's been a long time since I was tied to a bed." She bounced on the bed and flopped back in a spread-eagle position. Her eyes sparkled as I tied her that way.

"See you later," I said. I slipped my jockeys over her head.

"Jack, don't," she whined. I didn't answer. "Jack, I don't want to be blindfolded. Jack? Jack!" She jerked against the ropes. "Let me go, damn you. Jack? You bastard. Jack!" She panicked, yanking against the ropes like a woman possessed as she cursed me and begged for release.

I let her struggle until she was sweat-covered before I buried my face in her pussy. She squealed, drove her pubis against my face, and came. "Jack! God, don't stop! Eeee. More. That's it! I. Eeee. Oh, God, Jack, I can't stop cumming. Eeeee. Fuck me. Please! Oh, God. Ee. Eee."

I released her legs and pinned them by her ears with my hands behind her knees. My cock found her pussy. I eased in as slowly as possible.

"I can't move this way. Let me go. Please. Oh, God, don't take him out slow like that. Jack, you're killing me. Do it fast. I'll do anything for you. I promise. But fuck me hard. Jack, you don't know how I need it." Her muscles were straining and twitching. My sweat dripped on her slick skin. "Faster. Please, Jack. Please."

I couldn't hold back any longer. I pumped faster. "Uh. Uh. Uh," she groaned with each stroke. The tension in her legs was growing. Her pussy started tightening on my cock like a vise. I released her legs, covered her mouth with my hand to stifle the scream I heard growing, and held on for dear life. Her pussy was so tight I couldn't ejaculate until her muscles relaxed. It spasmed as if being shocked, milking me dry.

"Oh, shit, can you fuck," she groaned before her eyes snapped shut. She was out for the night. I barely had the strength to untie her before I was asleep.

She hadn't moved when I awakened at five in the morning. I had an early golf date with a general contractor I wanted to impress and we were teeing off right after dawn. Mary was a zombie. I dressed her, helped her to my truck, and drove her home. Becky opened the door to find me with Mary comatose in my arms.

"What happened?" she asked as she led me to their bedroom.

"Hard night," I replied. "Where's her bed?"

Becky and Mary had the larger of the two bedrooms in the house, but it wasn' t big. They had bunk beds.

"Put her on mine. The lower one," Becky said.

"Mary," Becky called sharply as she sat down by her. "Are you all right?"

"Uh, huh."

"What happened?"

"He fucked me. He fucked me like I've never been fucked," Mary mumbled. She rolled toward the wall and promptly went back to sleep.

Becky looked at me and laughed. "How are you?" she asked.

"Happy, but I've got a golf game. I need to go."

As she walked me to the door, Becky said, "We're taking the kids to a water park this afternoon. Why don't you join us?"

"Me? At a kid's park?"

"Jack, there are scads of young mothers at this place, and only a few men. There will be plenty of eye candy," she teased. "Come with us." Her hand was on my arm.

"What time?" I asked.

"Is two okay?"

"Sure. I'll come back here."

My golf game was tedious because the contractor was an aggressive son-of-a-bitch who liked to double his bets. It took patience and effort to keep the score close enough so I'd only win a little of his money. He was a shrewd old bird and knew what I was doing. My strategy worked. He said he had some work for me.

I arrived a little before two at Mary and Becky's house wearing a polo shirt, shorts, and Docksiders. I had a pair of baggy trunks and a Speedo in my gym bag.

"Hi, stud," Becky said when she answered the door. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "The van's almost loaded."

The three of them were in swimsuits with cover-ups. Mary wore a nylon, multicolored thing that looked like a robe and came to her knees. Monica wore tight shorts, a tee shirt that left her midriff bare, and strap shoes with three inch heels. The suit top was visible through the tee shirt. Becky wore a baggy shorts and a loose pull-over shirt that came to mid thigh.

The van was an old Dodge only a step away from the junk yard, but it held four adults, three kids, and their stuff without a problem. They insisted I drive. Monica rode shotgun with Becky, Veronica, and Tiffany in her car seat in the middle. Mary and Jimmy in his car seat were in back. In the rear view mirror, I could see Becky's Mona Lisa smile. Monica turned to give me the best view of her legs and the shoe dangling off her rhythmically kicking foot. Between her legs and Becky's smile, it's a wonder we arrived safely.

We found a plot of grass at the park, laid out the towels, and opened the large umbrella to keep the sun off us if it got too hot. Mary, who was exhausted from the night before, threw aside her cover up. She wore a modest one piece suit that looked good on her. She picked up Jimmy and announced, "I'm going to the kiddy pool."

Monica made sure I was watching before she removed her outer clothes to reveal a tight, hard body in a two-piece suit that was only a bit less revealing than a bikini. "I'll take Veronica, Becky," she said. "Come on, girls." Veronica and Tiffany followed her as she twitched toward the large pool full of kids and mothers.

"My turn," Becky said.

"To do what?"

"To undress for you," she said.

When Becky removed her shirt and shorts, a modest two piece suit emphasized one hell of a body. My expression showed my appreciation and her eyes twinkled a little brighter.

"I hope you brought racing briefs. Girls like eye candy, too."

I changed in the locker room. As I walked back to where Becky waited for me, I was aware that several of the other mothers were eying me.

"Nice body, Jack. I was watching the mothers' reactions as you walked by. I think one of them came. Do you want me to point her out to you?" she teased.

"No. I'm with a woman I want."

"Oh? You are?"

"Don't act surprised."

"I'm not surprised. I'm pleased because I want you, too, but you should really look at this one." She took my arm and turned me around. A big-breasted red head with wild, sensual eyes was staring at me. She reddened and looked away.

"Do you want her, Jack?" Becky whispered conspiratorially. Her breasts were pressed into my side and arm. Her heat infused me.

"I want them all." I looked at my temptress rather than the mother. "But I can't have them all and you know that."

"How many can you have?"

"I don't know. I'm still counting."

"But how many is enough?" She moved to be directly in front and against me. From thigh to chest, her body heated mine. Her arms were around my waist. A tip of her finger slipped under the elastic band of my suit and a fingernail scratched the top of my ass crack. "How many women does it take to satisfy a man like you?"

"Why single me out? I'm not different than other men."

"Yes, you are. First, you're smarter and better looking than most. Mary tells me you're the best in bed, but that's only the beginning. By the age of thirty, most men have been married at least once. They have kids and mortgages and in-laws. Not you. You're a hunter, hunting us down like deer. When do you become a gatherer, gathering in those women you want to keep, and quit hunting?"

My cock throbbed as it fought the restraints of the suit. Becky slid her finger over my skin from the base of my spine until it was between us. She pulled the nylon away from my skin and the head of my cock sprang out. She wrapped her hand around my cock head and slowly squeezed. Every beat of my heart made it throb.

"What's she doing, Jack?"

"Playing eye games with me, trying to keep from looking at us. She's looking now. She can't look away. She's lifting her breasts to me. Arching her back. Her nipples are hard under her suit. Her eyes are begging me to come to her."

"Do you want her?"

"Yes, but not now."

"Oh, go on, Jack. Go to her. I'll wait here for you. Or tell me to seduce her for you and I will."

"Let go of my cock, Becky, but don't move aside. Wait until it goes down and put it back in my suit."

"You're going to miss out on her and she's a tasty treat for a man like you."

"She is a tasty treat and I do want to fuck her, but that's enough, Becky. Talk about something that will make my hard-on go away."

She laughed. "I'll tell you what it's like to change a dirty diaper." She did, describing it in great detail. I'd changed my younger siblings when I lived at home. Her description made the smells and sights of those memories flood my mind and my cock wilted. She tucked it in my suit and gently patted it through the material.

I pulled her hands off my body and sat down. Becky sat by me so our thighs pressed together. The young mother was still glancing at me. Becky was right. I could fuck that woman within five minutes. But Becky was with me. Sitting sweetly by me. Watching me. Waiting for me.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

"It was a test, Jack."

"A test?"

"Yes. You passed."

"I'll give you a test and let's see if you pass," I said testily. "Get her name and phone number. Find out what time would be convenient for me to call."

Becky's eyes searched to see if I was bluffing, but she didn't find an answer. The light in her eyes dimmed. She started to get up and I stopped her. "That's enough. You passed," I said. "Did you like the test, Becky?"

"No, but I would've done it."

"I didn't like mine either. What's the point in testing me?"

She wasn't going to tell me what she was thinking. Instead she said, "I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted, but I don't understand the game you're playing."

Her soft brown eyes watched me passively before her usual twinkle appeared. She kissed me lightly on the lips. I put my hand behind her head and kissed her harder. It was a good kiss. Her eyes gleamed.

Holding hands, we walked over a knoll to a secluded section with a ten lane lap pool, hot tub, and sunning area. Becky and I took adjoining lanes. I'm a decent swimmer, but she was a fish in the water. She swam effortlessly, yet easily drew away. I stopped to catch my breath and to watch her efficient and powerful strokes as she completed twenty laps in less time than I could' ve done ten.

She swam over to the pool edge where I sat watching her. She hooked my calves under her arms for support. That omniscient smile and delightful twinkle stared unabashedly at me.

"How long have you been swimming?" I asked.

"I started as a kid. I swam competitively until Veronica came along."

"You're beautiful to watch when you swim."

"Thanks. You're beautiful to watch when you fuck." She laughed. "And you blush beautifully, too." She stared at my crotch. "Are you hard?"

"No."

"Umm. Nice." She kissed the fat of my left calf before swimming to the stairs. We held hands as we walked back toward our towels.

Mary was plodding toward our area when Becky and I returned. "Monica has all three kids. She could use some help," she grumped.

I spent the next three hours or so acting like a man with children. I did my time with Jimmy in the kiddy pool, played with Tiffany, and rode the big slide with Veronica squealing happily as she sat in front of me. It was the longest time I'd spent with kids since I left my Dad's home when I was seventeen. Surprisingly, I was the adult who wanted to stay and play longer.

I spent little time with Mary, who slept or tended Jimmy. Becky and, to a lesser extent, Monica were the women occupying my time. I didn't mind. I wanted them both. They wanted me, too. One or the other was touching me when they were near. Once, when we were in chest high water, Becky had cupped my cock through the suit as she kissed me.

I was hungry as a bear when we left the water park. The women offered to cook when we got home, but I couldn't wait. I stopped at a burger joint and we all piled out of the van. Jimmy was awake and active, but Veronica was exhausted, and I carried Tiffany in because she was asleep. It was eight at night when we got to Mary's house.

"Thanks for a lovely afternoon," Monica said. "We're going to call it a day."

Tiffany gave me a big hug, a wet kiss on the cheek, and thanked me for playing with her. Monica pressed her body into mine, kissed me on the lips, and said, "Have fun tonight."