Joe had completely drained Margaret. She knew there'd never be another cock like his. So she was content to go off to work and not feel the necessity for having to be fucked by some other male. For this reason, among others, it had been a good idea for her to change hospitals. She didn't want to bump into any previous lovers.
Even as she left for work, Margaret knew Joe would be getting more ass. He couldn't help it. He needed more. But she didn't care. He had satisfied her, and that was all that counted.
Joe Barcone was a construction engineer. A good deal of the time he worked out of his own home. There was a little office off to the side where he could work with his sliderules, maps and blueprints.
Even as Joe Barcone sat at his desk, staring out the window, he couldn't help drooling. It was summer, and all the teenage girls were out of college, while their parents were off working.
Though new to the neighborhood, Barcone already had his eyes on the various girls who displayed so much of their bodies to the summer sun. Oddly enough, the first one he really noticed was a working girl.
Aphrodite Barrows had taken over her brother's paper route for the summer. She was young, but to look at her one would never know it. She was five-feet-eight, with long, natural blonde hair, and she went around wearing only a pair of tight shorts and a white, see-through halter encasing a pair of huge tits.
Barcone stared at her as she went from house to house, slipping a morning paper into each mailbox. And as he stared, he drooled. His hot cock, hidden beneath the desk in his little office, began growing and stretching his shorts. Christ! Why had he been born so horny?
Despite her youthfulness, Aphrodite was no virgin. Her mother had named her after the Greek Goddess of love, and she was doing her best to live up to her name. She was particular with whom she made it, not wanting it spread all over the neighborhood that she loved to fuck. All her lovers, had been high school and college boys, and she had always wanted to make it with a real man.
The minute she saw Joe Barcone's handsome face, she flipped. God! Wouldn't it be something to let someone like him fuck her? But she was certain he was a typical male who was so worried about statutory rape laws, he wouldn't go near her if she fell on her knees and begged. Hell! She wasn't going to beg anyone. She was stacked, and she knew it. She also knew she was a great fuck. Perhaps it was because she came so easily. She had heard it was very difficult for most women to come, at least in the beginning. Orgasms were one thing she never went without.
When she was very young, she used to play with herself in the bathtub. Somehow or other she had found her clit and she had started massaging it with her fingers because it felt so darn good. In no time the climaxes began coming, and soon she was having multiple orgasms.
She was eleven years old when she let her twelve-year-old cousin Billy feel her and play with her. And when she turned fourteen she finally allowed her date, to fuck her. She had warned him that if he ever opened his mouth and told anyone, she'd swear he raped her and she'd have him jailed.
Christ! How could she get Barcone interested in her? She knew he stared at her when she delivered the papers each day. She purposely went out of her way to wear the scantiest see-through stuff so he would drool when he looked at her. But he seemed not to notice her the way she wanted him to notice her.
Yet on that particular day, three weeks after he'd moved in, when she put the paper in his mailbox, he was standing by the door.
"Hiya," he greeted, "how's it going?"
"Fine," she smiled, letting him see how even her teeth were.
"You look hot. Wanna come inside for some cock… err… Coke?"
"Sure," she agreed, following him into the house.
My God! she thought. She had been getting to him. He would never have made such a slip otherwise.
"Geez," he said, pouring her some soda, "you girls sure grow up quickly nowadays."
"It's just me," she laughed, leaning against the sink, letting him admire her long figure as she drank the Coke. When she'd finished, she asked, "Can I have some more?"
"Sure, why not!" he answered. "Be careful you don't get drunk on the stuff. I mean, you never know if some guy might not take advantage of the fact."
"Would you?" she asked.
"Hey look, Mr. Barcone, would you like to fuck me?"
"Huh?" Joe asked, almost dropping the soda bottle.
"You heard me."
"Hey look, kid, I'm not lookin' for trouble."
"Out here? You have to be kidding. Have you any idea how many girls my age crave a good prick but can't get one because they're afraid the jerky boy'll go and talk to someone? Dozens. Let's be honest. I want to feel a good man's cock inside me. But all the men are afraid, or they just don't look too appetizing. As far as I'm concerned, you look great. D'you like me?"
"Well sure, but…"
"But nothing," she smiled. "I'm hot for cock, and you want my cunt." And instead of heading for the front door, she walked into his bedroom and tore off her halter and shorts.
Joe was frozen at the sight of Aphrodite's naked beauty. Her body had no blemish on it. The skin was a white, creamy color, with a healthy, rosy hue. Her tits were a pair of upstanding globes of ice cream topped with cherries. Golden down peeped out from beneath both armpits and covered the mound of her cunt.
She stood with her legs apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, thus accentuating her magnificent tits. She was smiling at him with her lips parted, her eyes smoldering with desire for the feel of his body, while the tip of her wet, pink tongue slid lightly across her lips, moistening them.
The dewy lips of her cunt were displayed to his hungry eyes, causing fires to be stoked in Joe's body. The mossy curls of golden pussy hair glistened excitingly in the light of the morning sun. Her high, perfectly round boobs bobbled tantalizingly, and the cherry nipples hardened. Her thighs were moist with the liquid already seeping dawn from her cunt.
Joe stared, more and more hungry by the second. He had never seen such a perfect female body. She stroked her tempting cunt and watched the flickering flames in his eyes become roaring fires as his fists clenched and unclenched.
Aphrodite had come looking to be fucked by a real man, and because he was willing, her desire matched her need for a cock. She could have played with him, and then finally surrendered, but why be so foolish? They were alone. She needed him. Why waste time? Why make him work for that which she wanted anyway? She bad been anticipating this session, and now she was desperate for the feel of a prick. Her cunt was twitching, begging to be filled.
With a slow, certain air about her, Aphrodite lifted her arms, her eyes fastened on him, and rubbed her palms up and down along the satin flesh of her curving body, caressing the swells of her tits, the tightness of her waist, and the flaring silkiness of her full rounded hips.
Cupping her breasts with both hands, she massaged them lightly, then held them up to him as if presenting him with a gift. Then her hands slowly traced a path to the curve of her stomach. It had a slight outward pouting to it. Then her finger continued moving down until they touched the golden fleece of her pubic hair. Her hands went lower, pulling her delectable pussylips apart so Joe could see they were no longer pink, but a rich red.
Joe stood rooted. He couldn't move, and when he tried speaking all he could do was breathe heavily. He was completely in the power of this Goddess, a slave to her sexuality. He could feel his hardened cock throbbing in an effort to bunt out of his pants.
Slowly Aphrodite's fingers began moving again, reaching between her firm thighs into the red cleft of her sopping cunt, running a forefinger into the slit, causing even more fluid to pour out. Then she let her thumb join the forefinger, and they spread the cuntlips apart, revealing their soft, wet slickness. The vibrating nub of her clitoris began to stand out, and she held it between her fingers and rubbed it.