Chapter 1

It didn’t surprise me at all when I got a call from Marti the Friday night after we had gotten back together at her sister-in-law’s house.

Marti is a tall, slim black-haired woman who has the body of a precocious adolescent girl and the most striking eyes I have ever seen. Her left eye is a golden brown and her right eye is half brown and half a lovely, pale blue, the colors split vertically, right down the middle. Her eyes are bracketed by some very faint crows feet. Her face is all angles and planes; high cheekbones, a broad forehead and dusky, olive toned skin reflect her Cherokee ancestry. Her nose is long and slim and fits her face beautifully. Her jaw is softly squared and has a shallow cleft, and her lips are pleasingly plump but not overly so.

Her hair is long and raven black, a coarse, thick mop that extends down her back to the bottom of her hellishly tight and firm ass. She usually keeps it in a thick braid and occasionally coils it on top of her head to keep it out of her way. She washes it religiously twice a week, a process that takes at least an hour.

She has long, beautifully tapered legs and her thighs are taut and firm. When she stands with her legs together, there is a little keyhole at the top of her thighs where her snug little pussy peeks out at the world. She a slim hipped woman and she has a beautiful ass, round, firm, and small enough for each cheek to fit very nicely in the palm of my big hand.

Her belly is flat and muscular, with a deep navel and she doesn’t have much of a waist because of her slim hips. Her shoulders are broad and she has nice breasts, perhaps a generous b-cup, a very startling change from the lush 35-D tits she’d had when I gave her my virginity three years ago.

She called about a half an hour after I got home from work. “Are you available for a weekend of fun and games, stud?” she purred.

“Always,” I replied, swinging my legs off my bed and sitting up on the side of the mattress.

“Can you pick me up?”

“When?”

“Right now.”

“Where are we going?”

“If you don’t mind, I thought that we’d head over to Lisa’s house. I kinda owe her for last weekend and...” Her voice petered out and I grinned.

“And?” I prompted, enjoying her embarrassment while I got naked and found a towel.

“God damn it, Larry! You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you!”

“You betcha,” I laughed.

“You bastard!” She sighed and blurted it out. “I told her that we’d stop by for a little while and see what came up. There, are you happy now?”

“Completely,” I replied.

She sighed and then laughed. “Pick me up down the street, out of sight of your parent’s house. I don’t need to have your mother see me going off with you. She’d have a fit and fall in it if she knew what you and I were doing.”

“Not a problem, babe,” I replied. “I’ll pick you up on the corner of Maple Street in about a half an hour. I need a shower.”

“Hurry up, stud,” she breathed. “I’m gettin’ wet just thinking about you and your big cock!” The phone clicked in my ear as she hung up.

I snapped it shut, tossed it on the bed and dashed for the bathroom. One didn’t keep a horny Marti waiting if one could help it.

It was close to six o’clock in the evening when I picked her up. Marti was looking at me as we headed for Lisa’s house and I finally asked, “What?”

“Is the story Lisa told me about last weekend really true?”

“I dunno. What’d she tell you?”

“She said that you stopped and picked her up after she ran out of gas.”

“Yup.”

She said that you two got stuck and you fell into an ornamental pond when you went to call for help and almost froze to death.”

“Close enough,” I nodded.

“She said that she stripped you and then herself and got into bed with you to try and warm you up.”

“Yup.”

“And she says that after you warmed up, you put the moves on her and fucked her right here in this van for the first time last Friday.”

“Nope. Last Wednesday.”

“OK, last Wednesday. Did she really masturbate for six college boys that night?”

“Yup.”

“And you two had never met before then?”

“Nope. Last Wednesday was the first time I ever laid eyes on her.”

“I can’t believe it,” Marti said quietly.

“Why not?”

“You have no idea what a tight ass Lisa has always been. She...”

“Wouldn’t say shit if she had a mouthful?” I added helpfully.

“Exactly!” Marti agreed. “It’s like she’s a different woman.”

“Tell me about her marriage,” I said.

“There’s not much to tell,” Marti said uncomfortably.

“She said that her husband traded her in on a newer model. How come?”

“Did she tell you that her ex is my little brother?”

“Yup.”

Marti sighed. “I love him dearly, but he can be such an asshole sometimes.” She sighed again. “She just about stripped him naked in the divorce. He’s living with his girlfriend in her condo and I hear that she doesn’t trust him worth a damn. She keeps track of him every minute.”

“I can’t say that I blame her,” I said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Marti asked belligerently.

“She pried him out of a twenty year marriage,” I replied. “How hard do you think it would be for another woman to take him away from a girlfriend instead of a wife?”

“Knowing Rob, not very hard, I guess,” Marti grudgingly admitted.

I changed the subject. “So what have you been doing with yourself?” I asked, leering at her. “Gettin’ any lately?”

She laughed. “Just with you,” she replied. “I’m in a dry spell right now.” She leaned towards me and touched my leg. “I have plans for you, stud. I hope you kept your weekend open.”

I smiled at her. “I did,” I said. “I’d forgotten how much fun you are in bed.”

“Hey! I can be fun out of bed too, you know!”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, deliberately baiting her. “You’re gonna have to go a ways to beat Lisa. Did she tell you that she sucked me off while we were going from College Row to her house?”

Marti gave me a bawdy grin. “Even if she did, I’m not gonna. There are other places I’d rather have your cock than in my mouth.” I frowned and she laughed. “Nice try, stud. Maybe next time.”

I drove on for a few moments and turned into the driveway of a big apartment house, followed the driveway around behind the building and backed the van into the darkest corner of the yard.

“Larry!” Marti said in protest as I shut off the headlights. I got out of my seat and stood next to her as she looked up at me, studiously ignoring my half-hard cock.

“Guess what, Marti,” I said, caressing the back of her head with a hand.

“Don’t tell me,” she said in resignation. “It’s next time, right?”

I pulled her head towards me and she sighed, “Oh yeah!” as her lips parted and she sucked my cock into her mouth. I had her suck me just long enough to get me hard and we moved to the bed in the back of the van.

“This is crazy!” Marti whispered as I stripped her boots and jeans off her. “What if somebody drives in here while we’re making love?”

“Then they’ll get to watch my hairy ass go up and down while I’m fucking you,” I said as I opened her blouse and popped the catch on her bra.

She groaned as I entered her, and groaned again as I covered her tits with my hands and squeezed them, her nipples popping up as I kissed them. “Oh God!” she moaned, “I love the way you feel in me!”

I smiled lecherously down at her and hooked her knees in my elbows, raising her pelvis and letting me get every single inch of my long cock into her drooling pussy. “Babe, you feel pretty damned good yourself,” I told her as I started to fuck her.

I set a brisk pace for myself, hammering my cock into the moaning woman right up to my heavy balls with every stroke. I was hitting her G-spot with every thrust and Marti was heating up rapidly, her eyes closing as her orgasm built in her belly.

“Oh Christ, Larry! I’m cumming!” she gasped as her orgasm detonated in her belly and slowly rolled through her. Her mouth fell open and she panted harshly as she climaxed, her fingers digging into my arms as her orgasm ravaged her. After a few wonderful moments, I pulled out of her sodden cunt and flipped her over until she was lying on her front and hoisted her lovely ass up in the air.

I squatted over her, and drove my heavy cock into her again, sheathing it to the hilt in her spasming pussy and bouncing over her on my legs. Marti let out a low, hoarse moan as she climaxed again, her tight cunt grasping at my thick cock as she writhed under me.

I didn’t even try to hold back. I came in her clenching, grabbing pussy, sheathing my cock in her to the balls as I unloaded into her.

We were back on the road, motoring towards Lisa’s house. Marti was in the passenger’s seat, wearing nothing but her boots and a smile. “I haven’t been balled in a car since I was sixteen,” she said, looking at me. “His name was Bill Simon and he had a cute little Pinto station wagon, bright red, with fancy wheels and mirrored windows.”

“Aha!” I said, grinning at her. “You were a sucker for economy cars, huh?”

“I was a sucker for Bill Simon is what I was,” she giggled. “He was a major cutie and I was totally blown away by him. He was like seventeen or eighteen and it was his mother’s car. She bought it used and Bill talked her out of taking the mirror film off the windows.”

“Get to the good part,” I said, leering at her. “I wanna hear...”

“If you’ll shut up,” she said, raising her voice. “I’ll tell you.”

“Please do!” I grinned.

“We’d been dating all summer,” Marti said. Her eyes grew distant and a small smile was on her face. “We’d gone from holding hands and kissing all the way to heavy petting. That boy had a body to die for, a lot like yours, in fact. His cock wasn’t as big as yours is, though.”

“Anyway,” she continued, “We were supposed to be going to the drive-in. Bill headed for the Williston quarry instead.”

“There’s a quarry in Williston?” I asked.

“Not any more,” Marti answered. “It’s was closed years ago, and they filled it in when they build the new addition for the hospital a few years ago. There’s a four or five story underground parking garage under it and they used the dirt from that to fill in the quarry. It was a popular make-out spot when I was your age, though, and as it turns out, the flooded quarry was a great place to get rid of a stolen car. There were ten or twelve of them in the pit when they pumped it out.”

“Anyway, Bill was one of the first ones to find a way in by car and that was what turned it into a make-out spot. The cops never knew that anyone was in there because they didn’t know the way in.”

“Ok,” I said. “So our boy hero has your delectable young ass in an unknown make-out spot in his Pinto. Then what happened?”

“He taught me how to make love,” Marti said, a soft smile on her face. He parked under some trees when we got there and we moved to the back on an air mattress and a sleeping bag. We started to make out, and I was all ready to make him slow down in case he tried to go too fast. It turned out that he was the one making me slow down.”

“I’ll bet that he took a half an hour just to get my blouse and bra off, and another half hour to get my pants off. Then he made love to my body, kissing and licking, touching and stroking and rubbing me in these ridiculous places that wound up making me hotter than a fire-cracker. He made me cum for the first time that night without ever touching my pussy. I was amazed by that.”

“Then what?” I asked, ignoring my rising cock.

“He went down on me,” Marti said. “He went down on me and sucked me until I couldn’t stand it and made him stop. He let me rest for a little while and then he taught me how to blow him. He made me take my time and do it right, because all I could think about by then was letting him fuck me. I thought that if heavy petting and oral sex was that good, then actual intercourse must be fantastic.” She lapsed into silence then, smiling dreamily as she remembered, her fingers unconsciously playing with her erect nipples.

“Then what?” I whispered.

“He fucked me,” she said quietly. “And I found out that I’d been wrong about that too. Don’t get me wrong. It was good and he made me cum, but it wasn’t anywhere near as good as oral sex or masturbating. It got better but intercourse was never as good as oral sex or jilling off was.”

“You seem to enjoy getting fucked now,” I said grinning at her.

“That’s because I had my pussy rebuilt when I was thirty,” she said.

I gaped at her and almost went off the road. “Watch out!” Marti cried, grabbing the wheel. I straightened out the van and looked in the rear view mirrors to make sure a cop hadn’t seen us. The road was deserted. We hadn’t been seen.

“You had your...”

“I had what they call a Vaginoplasty,” she explained. “It’s an operation that tightens up the vaginal muscles and reduces the size of the vaginal canal and the opening. The surgeon said I was a good candidate for it. He said that most of the women that have it done get it because they’ve had a big baby and it stretched them. I never had a kid but I was as loose as a goose down there. So I got it fixed. They cut back the hood that covers my clit at the same time.”

“Christ,” I said.