Two years later, on the evening of her grandmother’s funeral, Nancy lay in Brenda’s arms casually pulling on her thick and hungry inner lips. “You’ll have a little time for yourself now, dear,” Brenda whispered. “Perhaps time for a young man or two. Don’t expect them as masculine as Bruce or you’ll be disappointed.”
“Do you fuck him?” Nancy asked.
Brenda laughed. “Years ago, darling, before I developed my taste for oysters.”
And Nancy soon found she had the time and the desire to take a man on on a regular basis. What surprised her was that she took Jack.
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As long as she had known him Jack had never gone long between lovers. He wasn’t particularly handsome and god knows he didn’t have much beyond his carpentry tools and his smile, but there always seemed to be another woman just waiting to fuck him. Nancy hadn’t intended to get in that line, but one night shortly after her grandmother’s funeral she stopped by a grungy pub on her way home from work sat at the bar and ordered a pint. She hadn’t seen Jack when she went in but he saw her from his table in a dark corner and joined her at the bar.
They left the pub several pints later and he walked her home. At her door, he took her in his arms holding her tightly against him rubbing his erect cock against her belly just below her breasts and kissed her in a way that let her know he intended to fuck her and he didn’t really care whether she was ready or not. She was ready. She kissed him back and wrapped her legs around his leg and rubbed her cunt along his thigh. They broke apart so she could open the door and tore their clothes off as soon as she shut the door behind them. She grabbed him by the cock and they ran to her bedroom. He pushed her onto the bed and sprung between her thighs. He rubbed his cock the length of her cunt and thrust into her burying himself to his balls. He pounded her like a jackhammer banging his pelvis against her beautifully protuberant clitoris driving her to orgasm after orgasm until he finally spilled his seed in her and collapsed on her chest. They lay together for just a short minute before he got up, left the bedroom, found his clothes and headed home. Nancy at first barely noticed he was gone, but as she regained her composure she grew angry. She wouldn’t be another of his “easy fucks”. She wondered what he would be like at work tomorrow.
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He waited for her after work and they returned to the same pub as the day before. Sitting alone in his dark corner, she worked his cock free from his pants and stroked him under the table. She continued stroking him until they left for her house two hours later. During the entire time at the pub he never laid a hand on her. She threw off her t-shirt and jeans and pulled off her panties on her way to the bedroom. She was surprised to find him fully dressed when she turned to him. He took her roughly by the shoulders turning her around and bent her over with her hands on the bed. He fumbled for his cock, separated her legs with his knee and rammed into her cunt from behind. She received him easily and he fucked her roughly holding her by the hips and pulling her hard against him as he pounded into her. He fucked her hard and steady drenching her cunt. He picked up his pace with long hard strokes entering her again and again after nearly withdrawing from her. She waited for his hand to leave her hips and push her over the edge but it never came. He spilled his seed into her, pushed her onto the bed, zipped his fly and left.
Now she was furious. She buried her hands in her cunt and brought herself off thinking Jack could go fuck himself.
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As she lay with Brenda after her next lesson, Nancy told her about Jack. Brenda laughed quietly as Nancy finished her tale. “He’s not a woman, darling. And he’s not Bruce.”
Brenda rolled Nancy onto her stomach. She reached her left hand beneath Nancy’s stomach sliding it through her thick black bush and finding her clit fully engorged. She spread Nancy’s legs and slowly and gently inserted three fingers deep into her cunt. Nancy’s breath shortened and she moaned in rhythm with Brenda’s caresses. Her hips began to squirm. When she was just about to lose control Brenda lightened the pressure on her clit and slowly withdrew her fingers from her cunt. She kissed Nancy on her bottom and Nancy moaned in agony. Brenda parted her cheeks, licked her rosebud a few times and, suddenly increasing the pressure on her clit forced two fingers quickly and deeply into her bottom penetrating her sphincter. Nancy screamed a high pitched wail, her body contracted and her juices spewed from her cunt. Brenda kept the pressure on her clit and kept rotating the fingers in her ass long after her orgasm had subsided. Nancy flipped and flopped like a fish on the shore until she could take no more and Brenda relented. She took Nancy in her arms and as they lay together whispered, “You’ll never get this from Jack.”
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Nancy soon found she had no trouble attracting men her age but, despite her misgivings, she kept returning to Jack. And he was always there when she returned as blunt and direct as he had been from the first.
There was no tenderness in him, but there wasn’t in Bruce, either, and she ached for him between modeling sessions. She began to ache for Jack, too, and as long as she maneuvered him onto the missionary position he scratched her itch quite nicely. When he fucked her any other way he always left her bereft and never seemed to notice. If he noticed, he didn’t care. She would finish herself cursing the son of a bitch as she got herself off and wanting him even more than she had before.
They married two years later with Brenda and Bruce as witnesses. Their honeymoon was a three day tour of the pubs along the waterfront amid long days of raw sex in her grandmother’s apartment, now theirs.
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Her first lesson with Bruce after her marriage established her priorities. Bruce told her to strip, as bluntly as he had every time they had met, and stroked himself as she did.
When she stood naked before him he told her to step back onto the platform and lean forward with her hands against the rail just as he had so many times before. She turned to look back at him as she felt his cock pushing against her moist opening. He entered her quickly and easily. She had known she would continue her art lessons with Bruce after her marriage but expected to pay him for them. She hadn’t expected him to continue fucking her after her marriage to his nephew. But he fucked her long and hard, eventually taking her large, engorged clit between his fingers and pressing her to a ferocious orgasm before pulling his stiff cock from her abruptly.
When her lesson was over he fucked her long and hard before sending her home in a delirium.
Her walk home was agonizing. She knew she wouldn’t tell Jack and she felt sure Bruce wouldn’t either. Fuck them both if he did. But what the fuck had she just done. She wandered the docks barely aware of where she was going. Only as night loomed did she snap to her senses and head home, telling herself it was art not sex. And her art had always come first, before her gran and now before her husband. It was just how it had to be.
Jack was waiting for her when she walked into her apartment. He took her in his arms and kissed her, but she pushed him away. He knew better. He knew it always took her time to wind down when she posed nude, whether for Bruce or Brenda. Bruce’s sperm was still moist in her panties as she undressed to shower but had hardened between her legs and down her thighs. She put her panties in the sink and ran a long hot shower before cooking dinner.
Her lesson with Brenda was no different. She had been stripped, laid over the back of a sofa and licked bottom and cunt to the edge of orgasm several times before Brenda took a small paddle and, fingering her clit with exquisite tenderness, spanked her bottom to a glorious deep maroon while pushing her through several rich, soothing orgasms. Jack wouldn’t see her naked for several days.
