Chapter 2

Marti and I fell back into the routine we had established the first time we were lovers. Back then, since I was only sixteen and it was hard for me to get away from my parents overnight, whenever I managed to stay with Marti for the weekend, every time I got it up, Marti got pronged. Since I was a very horny sixteen year old, Marti got pronged a lot.

After we went into the house, Marti made a beeline for the bedroom. I stopped in the kitchen and raided the refrigerator for something cold to drink. “What do you want to drink?” I hollered.

“I’ll have one of the flavored waters,” she hollered back. I grabbed four of them and let the fridge door drift shut as I hunted for the ice bucket. I found it, filled it and buried the bottles in crushed ice, took a fifth bottle from the fridge and cracked it open. Then I fished one of the four Viagra pills that I’d liberated from Lisa’s medicine chest out of my pocket and downed it. I knew that I would probably end up with calluses on my cock but it would be a weekend that Marti wasn’t going forget anytime soon.

I was beginning to like the idea of having three women on tap, ready and waiting for me on the weekends. The fact that they were all MILF’s and walking wet dreams, each in their own right made it even better. I picked up the bucket of iced water and headed for the bedroom.

When I walked in the door, Marti was standing on a chair, hanging something that was all straps and padding from an eye bolt in the ceiling. “What the hell is that?” I asked, setting down the ice bucket and looking at the contraption she was hanging.

“It’s a sex swing.” She giggled and blushed as she looked at me. She stepped down from the chair and moved it out of the way, sorted out the tangle of straps and sat in a wide, heavily padded seat. She threaded her long legs through two smaller padded straps and finally slipped a large padded strap over her head and arms and reclined in the strange looking contraption. The seat she was sitting in and the one back rest that went behind her shoulders both had spreaders in them and hooked to spreader bars above her, so her body wasn’t pinched or compressed in the straps.

She was basically horizontal to the floor and at the perfect height for me to screw her while I was standing up. My cock hardened as she caressed her nipples with one hand and played with her pussy with the other. Her eyes drifted shut and she bit her lower lip as she masturbated, her legs opening wider, and wider, and still wider, until she was doing a perfect split in front of me. Never in my admittedly short sexual life had I seen a woman’s pussy as open and accessible to me as hers was at that moment.

I fisted Mr. Johnson and stepped forward, gently oiling the head of my rod between her puffy labia and using it to spread the fluids leaking out of her wet cunt. I took another half a step forward and I was in her, my cock buried in her belly right up to my balls. She cried out as my cock head prodded her cervix and shivered into a small climax, her pussy clenching on me as she orgasmed.

“Jesus Christ!” I whispered. I could see that screwing her was going to be ridiculously easy for both of us. I started to move while she was still cumming, taking long, full-length strokes in her drooling cunt. Her head fell back and she orgasmed again, grunting every time my cock bottomed out in her.

Twenty minutes later, I was chewing on my tongue and trying not to cum as she howled and climaxed on my cock for the fourth or fifth time. Her cunt grabbed me and it felt like a hot, wet fist was crushing my cock. I lost it, jamming my cock as far into her as I could get it as it bucked and jerked in her, jetting my cum against her cervix.

I practically fell on top of her as my climax took every bit of strength out of me. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, hunching her hips up at me and drumming her heels against my ass, trying to get more of my cock into her spasming cunt as we came together.

Marti was sitting between my legs on the bed while I massaged her neck and shoulders. “I really love that swing,” she was saying, “But it has absolutely no support for your head. After ten minutes in it, your head feels like a giant bag of cement is tied to it.”

“I can fix that,” I said. I got out of the bed and laid her back with her shoulders and neck on a hot pad. I grabbed my pants and started to put them on.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I need some stuff from home,” I replied. “Give me about a half an hour and I’ll have that swing comfortable enough to sleep in.”

“Don’t take all night with your little project,” she said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I leaned over and gave her a kiss, then headed next door to my parent’s house. The driveway was empty and the place was dark, which meant that they were out. I let myself in and went down cellar to my dad’s workshop. Thirty-five minutes later, I had a head support for the sex swing, made out of the side of a heavy plastic trash barrel that happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

It was covered with a pad of thick sheepskin, which until tonight had been the back of a winter coat that I had outgrown two years ago. Velcro was super-glued to the back of the thing along the bottom, so it would stick to the strap that went under her shoulders. Two nylon straps hooked to the spreader bar of the swing’s shoulder strap supported the head of it.

My timing turned out to be perfect. Just as I was going out the back door, mom and dad came in the front door with Grandma in tow.

Marti looked at my invention critically as I super-glued Velcro to the shoulder support strap of the swing and held it in place with a Buttoneer while the glue dried. “Tell me that that isn’t the side of a trashcan,” she said slowly.

“It is, actually,” I said. “How did you know?”

“It says Rubbermaid on it, you dummy,” she replied wryly.

“Well, I used it because it’s stiff enough to hold you, but flexible enough to shape itself to your body. It’s not pretty but it ought to solve your problem.”

I put in the last fastener with the Buttoneer and joined her on the bed. “It ought to be ready to try out in about a half an hour.”

She rolled on top of me and said, “What are we gonna do for a whole half hour?”

I put my hands on her gorgeous ass and fondled it, squeezing her ass cheeks, running my fingers down into the humid crack of her butt and lightly tickling her asshole. “I’ll bet we can think of something,” I murmured.

She gave me a kiss that got Mr. Johnston’s attention and left both of us breathless. “Think again, honey,” she whispered. “My ass still hurts from last weekend.” I looked at her in surprise and she giggled, “John Henry beat you to it, stud.”

“You and Lisa?”

“Um hmm, after you left. You shoulda stuck around.”

“Story of my life,” I sighed. “Full of ‘you should haves’.”

“Yeah?” she said. “Like what?”

“Oh, I dunno,” I replied. “There are a lot of ‘em.”

“Got any from when we were together?”

“Yeah, a few, I guess.”

“Oh goody! Tell me!”

“What’s in it for me?” I laughed, teasing her.

“I’ll feed you and I’ll fuck you for dessert. How’s that?”

My stomach rumbled at the mention of food and Marti laughed, “Jesus, maybe I’d better feed you anyway.”

“That’d be great,” I said. “I haven’t eaten since dinner last night.”

She gave me a sharp look. “Why not?”

“I ran out of money. I was broke until they paid me this afternoon.”

“Jesus, Larry!” She pushed herself up and got off me. “Come on,” she said as she swung her feet to the floor and shouldered her way into a robe. “I gotta steak in the fridge with your name on it.”

My stomach rumbled again as I got out of bed, put on my pants and followed her downstairs.

I chased the last bite of steak with a swig of beer, sat back and sighed in contentment. “Oh baby, I needed that!”

“The next time you run out of money, you come see me, you hear me, Larry?” I looked at her in surprise. She sounded pissed off.

“It’s no big deal. The only reason I ran out of money is because I spent more than I should have in the bar the night before New Year’s Eve.”

“I don’t give a shit why you ran out of money, Bucko,” she said. “If you’re going hungry because you’re short twenty bucks, you come and see me.”

“I will,” I replied, putting down my napkin and standing up. I picked up our plates and headed for the kitchen. “Come on,” I said. “I’ll help you clean up.”

Marti grabbed the serving platter and the vegetable dish and followed me into the kitchen, putting them in the sink. “Leave ‘em,” she said. “The cleaning girl will get them in the morning.”

I took her in my arms, kissed her and then put my forehead against hers. “You know that denim skirt you have, the one you wear with your crop-top tee shirts in the summer?”

“Yeah, what about it?” she asked, looking at me curiously.

“Go put it and a top on and then come back and do the dishes.”

“Is this one of your little fantasies?” she asked, a bawdy smile growing on her face.

“Um hmm. My favorite, actually.” I replied. I could feel my face heating up as I blushed.

She gave me a little peck on the lips and said, “Gimme a minute, stud,” and trotted out of the kitchen. I stepped into the pantry, closed the door, leaving it open just enough so that I could see the sink, and dropped my pants. Marti was back in under three minutes, sauntering into the kitchen and over to the sink. She started the water running, put in the plug and added dish washing liquid, standing hip shot in front of the sink while it filled.

She looked absolutely fantastic dressed the way she was. The skirt was short enough to really show off her long, lithe legs and the little pockets on the seat of it made her ass look fuller and rounder than it really was. She wore it low on her hips and that left a large expanse of hard, firm belly exposed between the skirt and the tight crop top tee that hugged her breasts and outlined her erect nipples.

My cock hardened as I went back in time, remembering all the times that I’d seen her in this particular outfit and wished that I had the nerve to just walk up to her and put the wood to her, before she had taken my cherry. It was amazing how quickly and completely the fantasy took over.

I opened the door to the pantry slowly and snuck up behind her. She was washing the platter and her hard little ass was wiggling in counterpoint to the motion of her arms. I pressed myself up against her back, pinning her to the sink and cupped her breasts in my hands.

“Hi, Mrs. Smith,” I said, ducking my head and kissing the side of her neck as I ground my hard cock into the crack of her ass.

“Jesus Christ!” she exclaimed, flinching violently in surprise. “Larry! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get your hands off me!” My cock hardened even more as I realized that Marti had figured out what I wanted and was playing the game.

“Mmm,” I groaned, holding her tightly and kissing her neck again. “You feel as good as you look, Mrs. Smith.” I wrapped one arm tightly around her waist and slid the other hand up under her tee shirt, cupping the weight of her naked tit in my hand and strumming the erect nipple with my fingers.

“Larry!” she cried, “Stop this right now! Have you gone crazy?” She struggled to get away from me and I pressed her even harder into the front of the sink.

“Yeah, I think I have,” I said, kissing my way up to her ear and tonguing it. “Crazy for you!” I whispered.

She struggled and fought for a few long minutes as I mauled her proud tits and covered her neck and ears with kisses and licks of my tongue. But it wasn’t until I slid my hand under her skirt and wedged two fingers into her dripping cunt that the fight began to go out of her.

“Stop it Larry!” she squealed as I started to fingerfuck her. “I don’t want this!”

“You’re lying to me,” I whispered in her ear. “Your pussy is soaking wet. You do want it, don’t you?”

“No!” she cried, struggling weakly. “Noo...”

I spun her around and took her up onto her toes as I thrust a third finger into her drooling pussy. “You’re lying to me, Mrs. Smith,” I whispered. I covered her lips with mine and she moaned as my tongue forced its way into her mouth. She fought me for about another thirty seconds before she gave up.

She was panting and moaning when I broke our kiss and hoisted her up onto the top of the breakfast bar. “No Larry!” she whined. “I can’t! It’s not right!”

Her last sentence added steel to my cock. “I don’t care!” I whispered. And with that, I grabbed my cock in my fist and put the fat knob against her wet labia.

“No!” she exclaimed, squirming frantically to get away from my cock, poised at the mouth of her cunt and ready to take her. “Please Larry! I’ll blow you!” she sobbed. “I’ll suck you off! I’ll let you fuck my mouth instead, ok honey? Please, don’t fuck me! Please!”

I was totally into the game now, as was Marti, judging by the way she was acting. The years had fallen away from me and I was sixteen years old again and ready to take the woman that had haunted my dreams and fantasies ever since I had discovered that my dick was there for more than just pissing.

I grabbed her by the hips and held her down. “Then why are you so wet, Mrs. Smith? Huh?” I demanded. “If you don’t want me, then how come you’re so fuckin’ wet?”

“I can’t!” she moaned. “You’re too young! You’re just a kid!”

I slapped her clit with my cock and she gasped and moaned. I did it a second time and she cried out, grabbing her breasts and pinching her own nipples as she writhed against me. I leaned over her, pushed her top up around her neck and sucked a hugely swollen nipple into my mouth, chewing and sucking on the stiff, rubbery morsel of flesh.

I spat it out and slapped her cunt with my cock again. “Tell me you want it!” I growled, taking her wet nipple in my fingers and stretching it away from her breast. I slapped her clit with my cock and shouted, “Tell me you want it, you teasing cunt!”

“Noo!” she moaned, her head rolling from side to side as I tortured her nipple and slapped her clit with my rod. “Noo, I can’t!”

I laid my cock in the wet groove of her labia and hunched at her, using both hands on her tits and teasing her swollen nipples as my cock rode back and forth over her distended clit. “Tell me!” I whispered. “Tell me you want my big cock in your hot little cunt! Tell me!” I squeezed her tits hard in my hands and she arched her back, moaning as she thrust them up into my hands.

I whispered, “Say it, bitch!” as prodded the top of her slit with the head of my cock, coating her clit with my precum.