I’LL HANDLE THIS
A MESSY JOB, BUT SHE WAS WILLING
Car doors slammed. Marcy glanced down from her window to see Steve helping Wendy out of his pathetic little Prius. Poor Steve: bad taste in cars, bad luck with women. What would a date with Wendy entail? Library browsing? Shopping for postage stamps? Then back here to waste the rest of the evening. Mrs. Butterworth made that clear: gentlemen callers in the parlor only, and only until nine. After that it was the front porch swing, and forget sneaking someone into your bedroom. But Marcy was nothing, if not resourceful. She was also horny, and Mrs. Butterworth be damned.
She shut her MacBook and slipped out the patio door. The moonless night offered shadowy cover as she crept thieflike to the porch and peeked up just in time to see Wendy push Steve away with a firm, “Stop that!” Attaboy, Stevie! At least he’d made an effort, albeit futile. Wendy was buttoned up to her neck and not a one was coming undone.
Keeping to the shadows, Marcy crept down to Steve’s car by the curb, crouched behind it and waited. She doubted it would take long.
It didn’t. Soon enough Wendy rose in a huff and stalked across the porch to the door. Steve trailed behind, pleading. Had the man no dignity? He watched, befuddled, as the door closed, then wearily descended the steps and slinked back to his car, like Lee after Gettysburg. When he’d settled behind the wheel, Marcy threw open the passenger door and jumped in beside him.
His reaction, a guttural yelp, was predictable. What followed wasn’t.
“Relax, Cowboy. I won’t bite, though after that frigid bitch, you might like it.”
Steve just stared like she was a rabid wolverine and scooted as far away as possible. He was terrified.
“Hey, Dude, you press any harder against that door, you’ll pass through solid matter.”
His expression eased a little as he seemed to recognize her, but he was still white-knuckling the steering wheel and seat back.
“W-what do you want?”
“What we all want, Steve. And unless you worked real fast on that porch, I’d bet you still want it. Am I right?” She leaned in and nibbled his ear.
He jerked like she’d tased him.
“Easy boy. Blue balls got you jumpy?”
Okay, maybe she’d come on a little too strong.
“I know you’re not getting anything from Wendy. That has to get real stale, real fast.”
Steve was still tight as a drum head.
“You get your hand inside her pants yet?”
“You — you — I…” He gulped, regrouped and tried again. “I r-respect Wendy more than that.”
“Uh-huh.” Her hand drifted to his lap where the expected slab of wood throbbed in his pants. He sucked in a breath, the first sign that an actual live human sat next to her.
“Here’s what you should respect, Steve.” She unzipped him and snaked a couple of fingers inside, giving the hard shaft of his cock a gentle squeeze. “That’s what you should respect. You need to take care of this bad boy. Otherwise, it’ll clog your brain.”
She maneuvered the stiff rod through his open fly and marveled at the size of the thing. “Wendy has no idea what she’s been depriving herself of. Dumb bitch.”
She started to dance over the surface with her fingertips. Marcy loved cocks, loved watching them stiffen, twitch and quiver. Most of all she loved the shifting expression on a man’s face as she took control.
Umm… except, so far there hadn’t been much shift. Usually by this time the last barriers had been breached and it was smooth sailing to Nirvana. Steve acted like she’d just exited a flying saucer.
And then — epiphany.
“My God… I get it. You’ve never done this before.”
His eyes widened even further. She’d nailed it.
“That’s why you put up with Wendy. You’re afraid you won’t know what to do, and with her, you’ll never need to.”
Fingers working all the while. And, she noted, no move on his part to stop her.
Marcy ringed his glans with her thumb and forefinger and lightly stroked the edge. “So how’s this sound: you don’t do a thing.” Gliding up and down the shaft now. “You just lean back and be still…” unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants, grasping his cock, “…and I’ll handle this.” With no resistance evident, she lowered herself to his cock and drew his full length into her mouth.
Finally, a moan. She raised back up and fell on him, continuing until he was slick. Leaving the head in her mouth, she started stroking the shaft, fast and hard. She considered mounting him, show him a full course dinner, but he clearly wasn’t going to hold out. No problem. He’d be back for seconds soon enough.
Now moans turned to gasps. Hips rolled, then rocked, then thrusted until he nearly gagged her. Finally he froze, caught in that infinite space between reason and madness, and Marcy braced herself. When it came, years of backed up frustration shot out in thick, hot wads. She let cum dribble down his cock as she ramped up her strokes over the lubricated surface. Steve cried out with each spasm, forgetting, it seemed, to breathe. She milked him dry.
Marcy looked up now, let him watch her swallow. God, he was still hard.
“Don’t look now, Stevie, but I don’t think you’re done.” She licked him clean, then winked. “Wanna fuck?”
He looked back at her with a dazed expression, like he’d forgotten how to speak. She lifted her ass off the seat, quickly unfastened her shorts, and worked them down her legs. She kept her eye on his cock, but she needn’t have worried. It wasn’t going anywhere.
She saw Steve eyeing her panties. She spread her legs and pulled the material aside, letting him gaze upon a little patch of heaven.
“You can look all you want,” she said as she ran a finger between her lips, “but you also have to promise to touch it.”
“Can I…?” he asked.
Finally! He was waking up.
“You’d better,” she replied, and took his hand, guiding it to her wet pussy. He seemed unsure what to do.
“Come on, Stevie, I know you’ve watched porn. You know what this, don’t you?”
He nodded and slipped the tips of a couple of fingers past her open lips.
“That’s good,” she said. “Up a little bit… higher…” And then he touched her clit. “Oh God! That’s it. The magic button. Just don’t push it. Stroke it. Lightly. Like you’re tickling it.”
He learned fast. This was fun. Like having her own private android to obey her every command.
“A little faster, now… but keep it light.”
He kept it up, seemingly inspired by her reactions. Odd how she could do this herself, and it would feel good, but never as good as when someone else was doing it to you.
She gasped, “You’re gonna make me come, you keep this up.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” he replied. “Do it.”
She reached for his cock to make sure it was still engaged, then leaned back, threw one leg over the seat and said, “Fuck me, and I will. Bet on it.”
He suddenly looked uncertain again.
“Come on, what are you scared of? It’s just a pussy. I promise, it’ll be a perfect fit.”
She spread her lips. “You see where it goes, right? So stick it there.”
By now his natural lust was overcoming his uncertainty, and instinct took over. He touched the head of his cock to her wet slit, ran it up and down a couple of times.
“How’s that feel, Stevie? Like you belong there?”
He was transfixed at the sight of her pussy and his cock, like it was a vision from a fantasy realm. He slapped it against her clit, and when she cried out, slapped it some more. Finally, Marcy got impatient.
“In, Steve. Put it in. I don’t want you blowing your load all over my lips and thighs. I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me with it.”
Sliding it down now, searching, still a little awkward, but then, as she knew he would, he found it — Heaven’s Gate.
“Bingo. That’s it. Now push. Not hard, just a little, let the head spread me open, but go slow. That’s a hefty tool you got between your legs, Boy. You could do some serious damage with that thing.”
And then she opened for him. That moment when a cock first stretched her was always delicious. “That’s it. Oh yeah, Steve. God you feel good. Just inside. Just the head. Yeah, that’s good. Hold it there a second.”
Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing.
“Now pull back. Not all the way, just a little.”
He was hardly breathing, totally lost, in the movement of cock against cunt. “Now back in, a little farther this time.”
He was getting the hang of it. He pulled back out, then slid back in, each time farther into her depths. Marcy stopped directing him. Instead, she just let herself enjoy her pussy getting stretched. She was glad now that she’d sucked him off already. He’d be less likely to come right away this time. But she knew he had a lot of time to make up for, and his balls would be aching to explode soon enough.
Finally he buried himself in her. They held that position for a moment, then she said, “Now fuck me. Hard. Hard as you can.”
Out slowly, then in again with a vicious thrust. And again. And again. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in sheer enthusiasm. And with a cock like that, all he needed to do was keep hammering away at her. She wrapped her arms around him and gasped, “Don’t stop, do it… do it… make me come.”
Now their rhythms were in perfect sync. He timed his thrusts to perfectly match the gyrations of her hips. She knew she was close. Just a little bit more…
“Harder. Please… harder. I want to come.”
She heard a gasp and a tortured moan and knew that already, deep in his balls, the fires had ignited. And then, it hit. His frenzied thrusts went into overdrive as he began coaxing his come up out of his balls. And that’s all it took for her; knowing he was using her cunt to drive himself to orgasm produced the same result for her. The heat rose out of her pussy and clit, the sensations flowed down her legs and surged up her spine, expanding to her entire body, keeping her suspended like that, lost to all sensation but the pounding from his cock. She couldn’t even identify it for a moment; it was simply raw, primitive sensation, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
He was still hard, and she was still coming. She knew when he came; her pussy suddenly grew much more slippery from his jism. And that reduction in friction slowly brought her back from wherever she’d been transported.
Steve was still hard, hard enough to keep moving in her. But his enthusiasm was dwindling with his softening cock.
And then they were done—exhausted, satiated, her pussy still holding onto him, squeezing him with post-orgasmic contractions, until finally he slipped out of her. Their crotches still mashed up against each other, a wet, sticky mess. She loved the feeling, the slutiness of it. She loved feeling dirty.
“How about you, Steve? Do you like feeling dirty?”
“Is that what you call it?”
“Why not? What do you call it.”
“I call it fucking fantastic.” He sat back up and stared at her still splayed pussy lips. Then something caught his attention. He laughed.
“What’s funny?
“I think we have an audience.”
“What!? Where?”
He pointed back towards her house. “I just saw the curtains in Wendy’s window fall shut. I think she was watching us.”
“Aw… poor Wendy. She’ll never know what she’s been missing.”
Marcy reached for his cock. “But she’s too late. I’m not letting this out of my sight. I’ve got big plans for this baby.”
