It is one of the tragedies of our time that the centuries-old institution of marriage, of monogamous union between man and woman is slowly but surely crumbling.
Under the hectic pressures of modern life, the need to put more and more of oneself into one's work just in order to stay afloat, the need of individuals to assert themselves, to fulfill their "potential," the traditional marriage relationship often buckles. Husbands spend too much time away from their wives, wives spend too much time away from their husbands. The real purpose of marriage, the providing of human companionship and warmth becomes lost. Men and women who should be sharing their lives find themselves cut off, at odds with their partners! Without constant physical and emotional contact, they lose touch with each other on all levels; they forget who their partners are, what they need.
Unfortunately, men have a much easier time of this separation than women. Men can always find another female at the office or plant to get involved with. Women, especially the wives of upper echelon executives, who don't have to work, have no access to this ready outlet. Their story is truly tragic. Many of these women are prisoners of their social position, just reaching their sexual peak, craving the constant male attention they feel they deserve, forced to sit idly by while their husbands openly chase their secretaries and accountants.
So, instead of having an adulterous affair with a person of their own socio-economic level, these women are many times forced by circumstance to give themselves to working men, to laborers, tradesmen. The results of these brief, tumultuous affairs can be disastrous, for the desperation that drives these wives too frequently clouds their good judgment and puts them in the hands of men they would never normally think of taking into their beds.
This novel attempts to take you into the secret life of one such young woman, to help you understand the causes, the effects of the hunger that drives her, so that clearer understanding of her plight, of all our plights might be gained.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The closing credits of the last soap opera of the afternoon were flickering across the screen of the color TV when Connie James pushed up from her armchair and turned the set off. After the "Sands of Time," there was nothing on but game shows and Connie couldn't stand game shows. She really couldn't stand the soaps, either, but there was nothing else for her to do after lunch these days.
The pretty young redhead sighed. She didn't want to read. She didn't want to work on her crocheting or needlework. She didn't want to stick around in the damned house any more, but she had no choice. As her husband, Bill, said whenever she began to complain about her plight, the addition of the deck and guest room onto their home was all her idea, so she was expected to take care of things. With the TV off, she could hear the drone of the saws, the staccato hammering noises the construction men were making downstairs. It had been her idea, all right, but she never dreamed that a deck and a guest room would make her a veritable prisoner in her own home!
The reason she was a prisoner was because Bill refused to allow her to go out while the construction workers were in the house, fearing that they might make off with some of his little treasures. Bill collected antique firearms and edged weapons. That the collection was insured to the hilt didn't phase her husband. To him, many of the objects were irreplaceable.
If Bill hadn't been so cold to her lately, maybe Connie would have been able to handle the enforced solitude. Whenever Bill was around any more, which wasn't often, he really wasn't there. He was off in some private world of his own, thinking about his business or his collection, or God knows what. What hurt the most was that he hadn't so much as touched her for two months.
Connie didn't miss the bitter irony of her situation. In the early days of her marriage, she had actually prayed for such a thing. That was when she was new to
Bill, new to sex. She'd been a virgin up until the first night of their honeymoon and for years after that, she dreaded his hand creeping across the bed at night, dreaded the hot, hard pulsing of his erect penis against her bottom, the huge, thick instrument that only caused her pain.
In recent months, however, a change had come over her. The awful pain was no longer so distracting; she began to actually take pleasure from their lovemaking for the first time. She couldn't explain it, herself. It was either a function of the eventual stretching of her vagina by his big cock, or it was a function of her age, of the ripening of her womanly needs as she approached.
Either way, it was both painful and puzzling that just as she started to respond to him, to move with him, instead of just laying under him like a warm corpse, Bill totally turned off to her. It brought to light a fear of hers that she had only been dimly aware of, that if she became active in their fucking, writhing, moaning, and the like, it would only repulse him. What she was afraid of showing was her "real" self.
Connie wasn't hungry, but she decided to go downstairs to make herself a cup of tea. That way, she could check up on the workmen without being too obvious. As she walked down the stairs, the din of the machinery became louder. The whine of the table saw was earsplitting. It was always a shock to her when she rounded the corner of the downstairs hallway and looked into her living room, or what was left of it.
Because the rear deck was to run the full length of the house, because she wanted sliding glass doors leading to it from both the living room and the kitchen, huge portions of the back wall had been ripped out. It looked like someone had gone at it with a bulldozer, leaving jagged, splintered ends of the lathing sticking out of the shattered plaster. All of the furniture was covered, of course, and the rug was protected from the debris by sheet plastic, but every time she looked in on the ruin, she got a little catch in her throat. There was another reason for that catch, too.
"How-dy, ma'am!" shouted a man wearing white carpenter's bib-front overalls and no shirt. He had a powerful physique and a sexy, tawny suntan. His curly blonde hair was flecked with bits of plaster and wood chips, as was the darker, brownish hair on his chest and arms.
He was the other reason for Connie James' catch. His name was Luke Gruber. Along with his two brothers, Tom and Rod, he owned and operated the Gruber Brothers Construction company, which had been contracted to do the room addition and the deck. To Connie's way of thinking, Luke Gruber was almost too good looking to be a man. With those pale blue eyes, that classic profile, that sensuous, slightly sneering mouth of his, he looked more like some ancient Roman god. Connie did not like to think about Luke, thinking about him made her feel strange, kind of weak in the knees. It was a feeling that she'd never had around husband Bill.
"Hello," she said, softly, her words totally drowned out by the whine of the machinery.
Luke turned away from her and shouted at the man behind the table saw, waving his arms for the machine to be shut down. The man at the saw was Luke's brother, Tom. Tom was much bigger than Luke, a hulking brute of a man. His features were much heavier, coarser than Luke's and his hair was frizzy and receding at the temples. He, too, was wearing white carpenter's overalls, but he had a skin-tight, muscle T-shirt on under them. He scowled at Luke, but dutifully shut off the saw.
"Sorry, Mrs. James," Luke said, turning back to her. "I couldn't hear a word you were saying."
When he smiled at her like that, Connie's insides went to jelly. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words come out. She felt her face starting to blush and she knew that Tom was staring at her and she didn't want to blush in front of him, to show him what Luke could do to her with just a look.
"I want to know how much longer you're going to be at it today," she said, channeling her anger at herself into anger at the workmen. "I've got a bad headache and the noise is making it worse."
Tom and Luke exchanged looks. Connie felt like a fool, a total idiot. He always made her feel like that, always made her do something stupid, made her say something she obviously didn't mean, made her appear spoiled, whining and bitchy.
"Gee, Mrs. James, we've got ourselves a full day's work ahead of us," Luke said. "If you want us to finish on schedule, we've got to keep at it. Maybe you could take an aspirin and go out or something?"
A short, wiry man in carpenter's whites and a striped T-shirt stuck his head through the hole in the wall. "Hey, what's the hold up?" he asked. "Did the frigging saw break down again?" The short man was the last of the Gruber brothers, Rod. He was also the oldest. He wore a baseball style cap to cover his baldness. Across the crown of the cap was an embroidered patch bearing the trademark of Harley Davidson motorcycles. Rod was thin to the point of gauntness and he lacked the strong, jutting chin that his brothers had.
Luke winced at the profanity and made a gesture with his head to indicate to Rod that the lady of the house was present. Rod looked at her, his eyes traveling casually down from her face, down over the firm, jutting mounds of her breasts under the tight-fitting, lavender tube top, down over the band of smooth bare skin that separated the bottom of the tube top from the top of her loose fitting, purple satin gym shorts.
"Sorry, ma'am," he said, looking hungrily at her long, slim legs.
It amazed Connie how lucky Luke had been. Not only had he gotten all the good looks in the Gruber family, but he'd gotten all the class, too. Rod was weak, creepy, and the way he was eating up her legs made her skin crawl. Tom was creepy, too, but in a different way. Where she could visualize Rod blackmailing a woman into submitting to him, weaseling his way between her legs, Tom was the kind of man who would use his brute strength to force a girl to give in, the kind who would enjoy a nice, violent rape.
"I don't know what else to say, Mrs. James," Luke told her, apologetically. "We can't work without using the saw. It just isn't possible."
Suddenly, Connie couldn't take their staring at her any more. "Never mind. Do what you have to," she snapped. She turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen, fuming at herself for caring what the workmen thought of her, what Luke thought of her.
As she reached out to turn on the water faucet, to run water into her teapot, she heard a burst of raucous male laughter from the living room. The saw hadn't started up, yet. There was nothing to hide the brash noise. She couldn't exactly make out the words they were using, but there was something in the tone of their merriment that cut her to the core, that told her she was the subject of their joke. Infuriated, she slammed down the teapot and started back to the living room door. As she drew closer to the room with the laughing men in it, her resolve to do something, to stop them, faltered. She tiptoed the last ten feet to the door and leaned her back against the wall. She could hear, then, hear it all far too well.
"Man, what I'd give for a piece of that tight little ass!" Rod said, smacking his lips lewdly.
"I bet she'd go wild, too," said Tom. "What do you think, Luke?"
"Yeah, she looks like the type," Luke said.
Connie's face flushed with embarrassment and shame. It wasn't true! It wasn't fair! She wanted to round the corner, to yell at them to stop talking about her like that, to tell them that they were wrong about her, about her "type," but she remained there, pinned to the wall by her own, nagging self doubts, by the fear that they were right.
"It's take the right kind of man to bring her around, though," Luke added with authority.
"like you, I suppose?" Rod said, a nasty edge to his voice.
"You said it, brother, not me," Luke answered.
Connie's head reeled. The handsome carpenter knew he had power over her, knew what she had up to this point tried to keep from herself . . . that she did want him, that she did want to have sex with him, that she wanted to moan and writhe and scratch under him like a cat in heat, like she had never done for Bill. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest that it frightened her.
"Suppose you did, Luke," Tom said eagerly. "Suppose you brought her around. Would you share the wealth?"
Luke laughed.
"Come on, man," Rod said. "Answer him. If you got the little lady going, would you let him and me fuck her after you were done?"
Connie pressed herself even harder against the wall, her eyes shut tight, her head shaking back and forth, back and forth. "No, no, no, no," she moaned softly, prayerfully.
"Hey! What are brothers for?" Luke answered.
The coarse, braying laughter that followed his response was painful for Connie to hear, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation and indignation she felt at learning that her fantasy dreamboat had no more real class than his creepy brothers, that if she gave herself to him, as she had been almost considering, he would use her like a toy, a bit of fluff, then pass her off to his brutal, animalish brothers.
Then the table saw started up again, cutting off the sounds of the men in the living room with its piercing whine. Connie pushed away from the wall and bolted up the stairs, her tea long forgotten. She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her, locking it, then throwing herself down on her bed.
For two months, her fantasy of Luke as the ideal lover had been all that kept her going. It was all she had to look forward to. She refused to let it go, to admit that she'd been wrong about him, about the kind of man he was. She told herself, through her tears, that what he'd said he hadn't really meant, that it was the kind of thing that men said to each other when they were trying to make an impression, to build up their own egos. If she and Luke were really alone, really intimate, she told herself that everything would be different, that he wouldn't even think about giving her away, that he'd want to keep her all to himself. She knew that she could be that good for him, that if she really let loose, released the seething passion within her, she could drive him crazy; she could be the perfect lover. She wanted to let loose, too, wanted it so badly that it was a gnawing hunger in her belly, a sweetish taste in her mouth.
Connie groaned softly. She could feel the tingling itch of her own unrequited lust begin to taunt her, burning between her slender thighs, sweeping up over the summit of her pubic mound, licking at her soft tummy. She told herself that she wasn't going to do it today, that she wasn't going to let herself, that she had to fight the degrading urge, but even as she thought that, even as the resolution formed in her mind, the burning sensation blossomed, sending waves of pleasure rushing over her belly and down her thighs. She groaned again and rolled to her back.
Her hand went automatically to the front of her stylish satin shorts, fingers dripping in under the elastic waistband, in under the waistband of her bikini panties. Her fingers slipped down over the silky skin of her tummy, stopping when they touched the soft, curly hairs atop her mound.
There was a fever raging in the pretty redhead's skull and her breathing was hoarse and ragged. It wouldn't hurt, it couldn't hurt, she told herself, to do it just a little. Just a little. Just to make the pressure go away.
For an instant, she felt a sudden upsurge of revulsion at what she was about to do, but she stifled it. She had already given in, her decision was made. She quickly pushed the shorts and panties down over her flaring hips and wriggled out of them, tugging them down over her long, smooth legs and kicking them off her feet. Then she took hold of the top of her tube top and jerked it down to her waist, spilling out her firm, up-thrusting white breasts.
"Oh, Luke," she murmured, her fingertip teasing round and round the quarter-sized, soft pink ring that capped her right breast. In her mind, it was not a finger that was making the delicious tingles of ecstasy explode over that soft bud, that was making it pucker and stiffen into a long, crinkly stub; it was Luke Gruber's mouth, his lips and tongue working passionately over her nipple, loving it tenderly.
She began to pinch at the hardened nub of flesh, her mind full of fantasy. She was pretending that it was Luke plucking at her nipple, nipping it gently with his teeth.
"Ooooh," she cooed, throwing her head back, her eyelids fluttering shut as the waves of pleasure intensified, as the bonfire between her legs raged.
She sucked in air between her clenched teeth as the fingers of her left hand began to lightly search the coppery fleece of her pubic vee for the moist, deepening slit of her pussy. Again, it was not fingers she imagined, not fingers tracing the soft, puckering outline of her vaginal lips, brushing over the silky hairs; it was Luke's mouth, lips, tongue. She imagined that the handsome man was kissing her right on the pussy! That his smooth cheeks, the soft curly hair of his head, were brushing the insides of her widely splayed thighs! That she could feel his hot breath gusting over her lewdly displayed cunt and buttocks!
"Yes, Luke, darling!" she moaned. "Yes!! "
The teasing pressure over the swelling petals of her pussy was driving her wild, fanning the flames of the inferno between her legs. She could feel the lips of her vagina start to part under her fingertips and there was moisture, deliciously thick, hot, viscous moisture.
"Harder, Luke! Harder!" she gasped to the phantom lover she imagined was slathering his mouth over her cunt. Her hand was jammed down between her thighs, feverishly rubbing, palm down, over the hummock of her pussy, hotly insinuating her own fingers into the deepening slit, the blazing cleft. And as she did, her legs scissored open and closed, wrapping tightly about her fondling hand.
In her salacious sex fantasy, Luke Gruber was the ultimate lover. He was licking and sucking at the wetly parted petals of her cunt, pushing the tip of his tongue into that creamy pink crevice, teasing round and round the faintly fluttering mouth of her pussy. He was doing things to her that Bill had never dreamed of doing, making her feel things that she hadn't dared to believe possible. His hands were sliding all over her buttocks and thighs, caressing them, kneading them as he feasted noisily on her open vagina. Even the sloppy, sucking sounds he was making excited her. And she found herself starting to move, to not only thrash her legs, but to twist her hips up against his handsome face, to make her trembling pussy rub all over it.
"More! More!! " she squealed. In her mind, she peered down over her heaving tummy, down between her legs, and watched him eat her cunt. Her juice was smeared all over his face and her ass-cheeks were bucking in his hands, mashing the pinkly gleaming lips against his mouth and tongue.
Her dream lover obeyed. He pushed the tip of his tongue deeper, forcing it through the quivering aperture, into the marvelously slick and sticky passage.
Connie stiffened as she felt herself penetrated, then she went berserk. Her legs were straight up in the air over her head, her bare feet waving frantically, as both her hands worked feverishly between her nakedly splayed thighs. She had the pinkish moist folds of her cuntal flesh parted with the fingers of one hand, while she greedily plunged the middle finger of the other one in and out of her vagina.
Her pussy made nasty, farting noises about the plunging finger, sucking at it, convulsing around it, as it sawed over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. Connie didn't care about the obscene suck and slurp sounds. Her guilt was gone. All that mattered was her finish, her climax.
"Unnnf! Unnnf!" she grunted, her face twisted up into a little fuck pout as she was swept away. In her mind, Luke's tongue was darting a mile a minute, delving deep into her tight pussy, and his open, gaping mouth was smacking hard against her wet mound as he bobbed his head maniacally.
Then it happened. She captured the oily marble of her clitoris between the slippery pads of her thumb and forefingers and rolled it about, fast-pumping it as the top of her head was blown away, as the bottom of the world dropped out from under her.
"Uhhhh!! ! " she wailed. Joy exploded between her legs and she fell backwards, head over heels into darkness. Though she whimpered and sobbed like a little lost child, she was not aware of it. There was only the devastating pleasure bursting like skyrockets between her ears. Though her pussy spasmed violently under her masturbating fingers, the whole length of that wet channel rippling with sensation, she was not aware of it. There was only the blackness, the sense of falling at a terrible speed, and the ecstasy.
Gradually, the feeling of pleasure began to fade, the mind-boggling peaks flattening out, giving over to a deliciously smooth sensation of fulfillment. Connie's hips stopped bucking up from the bed and she lay still, except for the heaving of her chest as she fought to catch her breath. Lazing in the aftermath of her orgasm, the pretty redhead slipped off into a light, contented sleep.
She only dozed for about five minutes. When she awoke, she did so with a start. Her hands were still down between her thighs, her fingers all gooey from the flow of her lubricant. Indeed, the slippery stuff had trickled down from the mouth of her pussy, down into her tight asscrack.
"God!" she groaned, jerking her hands away, feeling the awful, nasty wetness between her fingers. Instantly, as always, waves of guilt poured down on her, smothering her. She was so weak! So pathetic!
Sobbing, hating herself for what she'd done, Connie rolled to her stomach on the bed. She buried her face in the coverlet and had a good long cry. She couldn't go on like this, she knew, go on torturing herself, debasing herself in such a shameful way to get satisfaction. It wasn't fair that Bill didn't want her any more! It wasn't fair that now that she needed him so desperately her was ignoring her, driving her to fantasies of making love with other men, driving her to masturbation! Unless she did something, did something drastic, heaven only knew what she'd resort to! She sat up on the bed, grabbing a kleenex from the box on the nightstand and mopping at her tear-reddened eyes. She was going to have to confront Bill, to make him understand, to make him make love to her.
Connie shivered, though the room was quite warm. A chill rippled up her spine as she realized that this might, indeed, be her last chance to save her marriage.
"Hurry home, Bill," she said, aloud. "Please, hurry home!"
CHAPTER TWO
Bill James glared at the electric clock on the wall of his walnut paneled office. It was five after five, time to go home. He run his blunt, powerful fingers through his black hair. His hair, which he kept scrupulously trimmed, sprung right back into the youthful, slightly long style as if it'd never been mussed.
Bill James didn't want to go home. He didn't want to face his wife. He couldn't face her. After five years of marriage, five years of putting up with Connie's frigidity, he had had enough. He had started to cheat on her. He was still a handsome man, though his body had begun to soften a little from all the years behind the desk and his skin was pale from being indoors all the time, and when he finally decided to make the move, to pull out all the stops, he could've had his pick of any number of the single and married females that worked under him.
But Bill was ever the careful, calculating fellow. He knew that if he started taking his lovers from the ranks of his employees, the word was bound to get out and get back to Connie. He didn't want that. He didn't want to hurt her and, more importantly, he didn't want to hurt his business. It was a definite plus to be a happily married man, or to give that appearance, anyway, in the circles where he did his trading. So, Bill forgot about the cute stenos and the available account clerks and started hanging out in singles bars on the other side of town.
At first, he'd been so ashamed of what he was doing, what he was trying to do, that he couldn't function. He just sat in the corner and watched the other guys hit up on all the willing girls. Finally, a woman hit up on him. He was a bit taken aback by the boldness of her proposition, but she was good-looking and had a marvelously curvy figure so he went home with her. She fucked and sucked him every which way but loose and he staggered home that night more satisfied than he'd ever been before.
The instant he walked into his house, he realized that he had done something terrible, something unforgivable. By committing adultery, he had broken a bond between Connie and himself. Even as miserable as their sex life was, as unhappy as he was, she had been totally his and he had been hers. Now that that was no longer true, at least on his part, he felt as if he'd betrayed her. When she was her usual affectionate self, coming up to give him a big hug and a kiss at the door, he thought his heart would break. He couldn't allow her feelings to get through to him, not and keep his secret, not and keep on cheating on her. And he did want to go on cheating, too. When he thought about all the other hot, wet and willing women he could have, it made his mouth go dry and his cock twitch anxiously. He wanted them, all right, wanted every single one of them, so he had to wall himself off from her.
Connie was not an insensitive person and she realized that her husband was acting "different." Bill had hoped that she would take the hint that he wasn't interested in touching her anymore, figuring that it was what she wanted anyway. To his dismay as time passed, the more distant he became, the more insistent she became. The few times he'd actually fucked her recently, she was like a stranger to him, squirming, thrashing under his plunging, blood-heated cock as never before. He couldn't tell if she was faking her orgasms or not, if she was trying to get him back by pretending to have a kind of sexual awakening. He hoped to hell she was faking it because it was too late for the real thing. The walls he'd put up between them were too thick. He'd screwed way too many other women in the last couple of months and enjoyed himself way too much for things to ever be the same between them.
Bill James was caught between a rock and a hard place. Sometimes he found himself wishing that his wife would find somebody else, a lover, so that he wouldn't feel so god-awfully guilty. But the idea of Connie writhing under another man, climaxing around a stranger's thickly pulsing cock made his skin crawl.
He pushed up from his desk and walked over to his own, private lavatory. He removed his tie and shirt and washed his face. Then, he took down his shaving mug and brush and began to lather his face. He had a very heavy growth of beard, indeed, he was very hairy all over. There was a thick mat of shiny black hair on his chest, tufts of hair on his shoulders and back, and his legs were very furry, as well. After shaving, he toweled off, put his shirt and tie back on and took his suit coat down from the hanger.
He turned and looked at himself in the mirror, at his lean, lantern jaw, his black, glittering eyes. There had never been any doubt where he was going to go after work tonight. He had only been kidding himself by thinking there was. He grinned at himself and shook his head.
"James," he said aloud, "you are one bloody bastard." Then he turned off the light and walked out of the office, riding the elevator down to the sub-sub-basement parking lot where he kept his car.
Twenty minutes later, he was walking into the dark, pungently scented confines of "The Itch," a fairly typical, Southern California singles bar. It was a place that tried hard to present an atmosphere of genteel funkiness. There was sawdust on the wooden floor and the heavy tables and chairs were made of rough hewn wood. The most striking element of the decor, however, was the mind-boggling collection of antiques, memorabilia and just plain junk that hung from the walls and festooned the long mirror behind the carved oak bar. There were old movie posters from the Thirties, 8 by 10 black and white glossy photos of film stars, of scenes from classic movies; there were pieces of sheet music, broken instruments, shattered cupie dolls, voodoo masks, models of battleships. It was a kind of consciously created clutter that had put Bill off at first, but when he discovered that it appealed to a certain type of woman, the kind who bordered on nympho, he decided that he could learn to like it.
The bartender, a fat, bearded man wearing a top hat and black satin vest with no shirt on underneath, waved at Bill as he entered and immediately began mixing Bill's drink, a Harvey Wallbanger. Bill looked around the mostly empty bar. He liked being one of the first to arrive, that way he made sure that he got the pick of the bunch. The place didn't usually start filling up until about six-thirty. The customers didn't drop by right after they got off work, preferring to make a quick trip home to change their clothes, to change into something more revealing, less stodgy than their regular business attire. There were only a couple of women in the place and they were sitting with men, so Bill sauntered over to the bar and took a seat on a stool.
"What's happening?" the bartender asked, sliding Bill's frosty drink across the bar top to him.
Bill didn't answer. He raised the glass to his mouth and took a long drink first. The liquor burned as it went down. It felt good. It made him forget about Connie.
"Not a whole hell of a lot, yet," he said, putting down the glass. He indicated the empty bar with a toss of his head.
"It's still early," the bartender said.
That was what the bartender always said, even if it was ten to two in the morning. Bill was looking at the bartender, but the bartender was no longer looking at him. He was staring fixedly over Bill's right shoulder. There was a strange glint in his eyes. Something moved in the reflection of the mirror and Bill swiveled around on the stool to see what was so damned interesting.
"Hi, there," said a gorgeous, tawny-skinned woman.
"Hi," Bill said. Normally, his gaze would've automatically dropped from her face to her breasts to her hips to her legs, but this time was different. His eyes were locked onto hers. He felt like a bug on a pin. He swallowed hard.
She had the kind of face that could literally stop traffic, huge, slightly slanted brown eyes, wide cheekbones, a tiny nose, and a wide-lipped, sensuous mouth. She could've been a high fashion model, if she wasn't already. Her hair was corn silk blonde and was parted in the middle, falling down to her shoulders in two lustrous waves. It wasn't just her beauty that knocked Bill for a loop, either; it was what the look on her face said to him. It said: "Let's fuck."
Gradually, he tore his eyes from hers and swept them over the rest of her. She was wearing one of those white, India gauze shirts, unbuttoned to the top of her belly. Between the flaring lapels of the shirt, Bill could see the evenly tanned inner slopes of her large, firm breasts. Under the flimsy fabric, directly over the peaks of those supple cones of flesh, he could just make out the pale pink of her nipples. She had a very narrow waist and round, curvy hips. Below the waist, she was wearing skin-tight jeans tucked into knee high, ox-blood colored leather lace-up boots.
The woman sighed. "Just what does a girl have to do around here to get a drink?" she said. Then she smiled. "No, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."
"What'll it be, lady?" the bartender said to her breasts.
She smirked at him. "I'll have what my friend here is having," she said, taking a seat on the stool next to Bill.
The sweet, musky smell of her perfume hit him like a ten pound sledge. He knew he could have her and that knowledge made his cock start twitching, jerking to life.
"What's your name?" she asked. "Mine's Sharlene."
"Bill," he said.
"What do you do, Bill?" she asked.
He made a face. The only thing that he hated about the singles scene was the small talk. A guy had to tell the same damn story over and over again. It was like a little game you had to play to pretend that you were interested in more than just screwing, that you cared about getting to know the other person. It was all a sham because "getting to know" the other person con-isted of trading stock answers to boring questions.
Before he replied to her question, the bartender brought her drink over. He waited until she'd taken a sip and put it down before he said, "I fuck, Sharlene."
The woman's eyes got very big and round and then a wide grin spread across her full-lipped mouth. "Really?" she said. "I didn't know a guy could make a living at that."
"Your place or mine?" he asked.
She took another sip of her drink, lingering over it, teasing him a little bit. "Bill," she said, "you are some fast worker."
"Cut the crap," he said. Then he leaned over close to her and spoke softly in her ear, the scent of her perfume dizzying him. "I got one hell of a boner on for you, baby. Are you going to sit there and let it go to waste or are we going to get the hell out of here?"
Sharlene jerked her head away from his mouth and stared into his eyes again. There was a vulnerability in her face that hadn't been there before. She managed another smile. "My place is just up the street," she said.
Bill jammed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. He dropped it on the bar and reached around her back, slipping his fingers in under her armpit, helping her down from the stool. Under the flimsy shirt, her skin was like hot satin.
"See you," the bartender said to Bill's back.
Bill waved his hand without turning around. He was having a hell of a time just walking. His cock was hard as a brick down the inside of his trouser leg. It was like he had a baseball bat rammed down his pants.
Outside, it was dusk. The sky, the air was pale lavender. The cars on the street had already begun turning their lights on. As Bill walked, his arm around the woman's slender waist, there was no thought in his mind about his pretty young wife waiting for him at home. The only thing in his head was a lustful hunger, a raw, animal drive to fuck the woman at his side, the stranger.
She led him to a new condominium complex about two blocks from "The Itch" and took him up two flights of stairs. As she turned her key in the lock, she said, "I hope you don't think I do this all the time. I mean, that I'm this easy."
Bill had heard that so many times in the last couple of months that it grated on his nerves like fingernails drawn across a blackboard. "Bull shit," he said, succinctly.
Sharlene laughed at that. "You're right," she said, pushing the door open and walking in. "I am easy. I love to screw. I can't help it."
Bill followed her into the apartment, closing the door behind him.
"This way," she said, crooking her finger at him. She walked across the living room and passed through an open door way on the other side.
He watched her ass move, watched the firm, round cheeks roll over each other, grinding together like precision-honed gears. He could see the edge of a bed beyond her and his cock began to pulse agonizingly hard, thumping up and down against his thigh. He moved after her, stiff-legged, slightly out of breath.
Sharlene didn't wait for him. She started undressing the minute she stepped into the bedroom. As he entered, he got a fabulous view of her naked breasts as she pulled the India gauze shirt up over her head. The raising of her slim, tanned arms caused the peaks of her breasts to lift as well, to point up provocatively at the ceiling. He leered at the crinkly, swelling tips of her nipples, so pink, so tender, and the sleekness of the skin over her rib cage and belly.
When she removed the shirt from around her face, she looked at him, at the way he was ogling her. "I thought you were so hot for it," she said, tauntingly. "Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to strip down?"
As she spoke, she unbuttoned the front of her tight jeans and started peeling them down over her flaring hips. Bill was pleased to see that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath and that her tan was unbroken by a swimsuit line. As he slipped out of his coat, she was unlacing her boots, bent over at the waist. He couldn't really see much because she had her side to him, but what he could see was exquisite. Her lush breasts hung straight down, the sleek cones hobbling against each other deliciously as she struggled to get her boots off; her bare buttocks were perfectly formed, a pair of jutting, saucy mounds.
She kicked off the boots, then pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. When she was done, when she was completely naked, she turned towards him.
Bill groaned softly to himself, as his eyes dropped down along the trim, well-maintained curve of her body, down between her slender thighs, down to the light golden fleece of her pubic vee and the already moistened, petulant pink lips of her pussy. The sight of that wet, quivering cunt made his cock throb even harder.
"You haven't gotten very far," she said, smirking at his still fully clad body. Her eyes stopped at his crotch and a look of wonder passed over her face as she took in the size of his meaty erection.
"I was distracted," he said.
She moved over closer to him and reached up for his tie. He put his hand to her bare back and slid his fingers down to the silky hollow of her spine. She was incredibly smooth! And his cock was so hard that it felt like it was about to split its skin like an overcooked hot dog.
"Just relax," she said, untying the knot and slipping the tie off, "let me undress you."
Relaxing was about the farthest thing from Bill's mind. She was sticking her breasts right up against his chest and he could feel the hot, stiff points of her nipples poking him through his shirt. He eased his hand lower on her back, sliding his fingers over the smooth, saucy swellings of her buttocks. The feel of those cheeky mounds under his fingers made his coqk jerk violently.
Sharlene wriggled away from his groping hand. "You're not relaxing," she chided him. "Just stand still . . . and stop feeling my ass or I'll never get your clothes off."
Bill had been with enough singles bar women to know what kind of game she was playing. It was a power trip of sorts. She could touch him, but he could not touch back, not yet, at any rate. Some of the other women he'd been with had really laid it on thick, made him keep his hands off until the very last instant when they started to cum. Those women Bill hadn't liked. Sharlene was going to be different, he could tell. Her wanting to undress him was only a prelude, a further stimulation for her.
He knew that what he had thumping in his pants was nothing to be ashamed of, that it had been more than enough to satisfy all the women he'd fucked. "I'll keep still," he promised, leering down at her delicious nakedness, wanting to see the look of awe on her face when she unveiled his monstrous erection, when the fully blood-bloated length of meat snapped up from his groin, smacking into his chest like a tree limb.
She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it over his broad shoulders, cooing excitedly as she saw the dense mat of curly black hair. She ran her fingers through the manly fur, shoving the shirt down over his arms. She seemed particularly intrigued by the dark red rings of his nipples, half hidden by the thick hair. She pushed the concealing hair out of the way, then lowered her face to his chest, opening her mouth, pressing her warm, soft lips to his nipple.
"Jeeez!" he croaked, as she took the small ring between her white, even teeth, as she nibbled at it playfully, tugging it out from his chest.
As she did this, she was busy with his belt, undoing it, then unfastening his trouser waistband. There was no fake modesty or shyness with his gorgeous, sexy creature. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was going to get it all, every thickly pulsing inch!
Bill groaned softly as he felt her smooth fingers slide inside the waistband of his jockey shorts, as he felt her sliding both trousers and underwear down over his hips. Then, both garments were dropping of their own accord, slipping down to the bedroom floor.
The instant that the head of his cock cleared the wadded up fabric, the whole straining length of it jerked up from its downward pointing angle. It smacked up against the silky softness of her naked breasts.
"Oh!" she gasped, pushing back from him, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. As she did this, his cock continued upwards, up past the horizontal until the dark red, lust-swollen head slapped against his hairy chest.
"Mmmmm, real nice," she crooned, reaching out with her right hand and wrapping her fingers tightly about the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed powerfully against her palm and grew even harder, the tendons standing out hard against the underside of the shaft, the blue veins bulging with hot blood, the whole length of the thing curving from his hairy loins like an enraged red banana.
Bill groaned again when she reached out her other " hand, when she encircled the thick turgid pole of his erection, one hand gripped atop the other, like she was holding baseball bat, and began to stroke it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between her palms.
"You're so big!" she moaned, her eyes traveling over the lewdly jutting enormity of his penis, the swollen orbs of his testicles in their ruddy, wrinkly sack.
Bill winced. The sound of her own obscene words had a powerful effect on her, made her grip his cock with a punishing ferocity. The savage, milking caress caused a drop of pale white goo to appear at the slit in his bulbous cockhead. She was getting him hot, all right. Too hot!
"Why don't we get over on the bed?" he said.
Sharlene grinned up at him, her eyes twinkling. Quick as a blink, she leaned her face down, opened her mouth and flicked her long, pink tongue out, swirling it over the rubbery head of his cock, sweeping away the bead of thick pre-cum.
The feel of her tongue on his cock made Bill's knees go to jelly. Before he could recover from the searing, moist caress, she was letting go of him, slipping back to the bed, laying down on it.
"Come on, lover," she said, patting the bed at her side.
Her legs parted a little bit and he could easily see the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her legs opened wider still, in open invitation, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into eager openness. The look on her face told him that she was starving for cock, for his cock, aching for him to jam his long, hard hunk of cock right up her cunt.
Bill crawled cautiously onto the firm, queen-sized bed beside her and reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her bare ass-cheeks. Once again, he marveled at the sleekness of her skin, the resilience of her buttocks. Though she had to be at least 23 years old, she had the body of a girl in her mid-teens.
She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed tight, her fingers teasing through the dense hairs on his chest. When he lowered his mouth onto hers, her lips parted immediately, opening to allow him access to the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Bill jammed his tongue between her teeth, surged it over her madly writhing tongue, and began sweeping it over the slippery insides of her cheeks, the ridged roof of her mouth.
Sharlene took the thick tongue greedily, gently nursing on it with her moist lips. Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly grasped the thick, fleshy staff of his penis. She squeezed it hard, giving it the kind of rough treatment she knew from experience it craved.
He groaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the pulsing, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her harder, thrusting his tongue over the back of hers, trying to wedge it down into the tight confines of her hot, slick throat.
Inside, every fiber of Bill's body was trembling. It was always like this the first time with any woman. It was always so exciting that he feared his skull would explode from the raging pressure beating at his temples. It was the knowing, the knowing that he could fuck her, that he could explore the secret recesses of her body with his luridly throbbing cock, that he could send his thick semen gushing into her belly, the knowing that she, a total stranger, was utterly his.
Suddenly, he knew just how badly he needed her, how much he wanted to screw this luscious blonde. He needed to feel her responding to him, working with him as they built up to their ecstatic, screaming climax, to feel her responding to him as his pretty young wife had never done.
The naked blonde eagerly squirmed her sweetly perfumed body against the hairy flesh of his chest and thighs. Her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth, pressed tight to his loins and he could feel the heat rising from it, the blazing heat of her excited cunt wafting over his balls.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his cock shot up between them as if it had a mind of its own. It knew what it wanted; it wanted the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, silky thighs. Her arms slipped around his back and she gripped him almost desperately, gasping, digging her nails into his skin. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide and, as he rolled on top of her, rolled right into her parted fork, she closed her legs about his waist, locking her heels just above his tailbone.
"God! You're so big and hard!" she cooed up to him, her thighs moving up and down over his torso, her wet pussy nuzzling into the rigid root of his cock. "God, I can't stand it any longer! I need it now!! NOW!! Ram it up me!! Kill me with it!! ! "
Her words sent shivers rocketing up and down his backbone. Her smooth hands seemed to be everywhere at once, searching, exploring his manly nakedness, tangling her fingers in the hairs on his shoulders and back, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles, groping the firm, hard cheeks of his buttocks. His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, throbbing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her aroused pussy.
She wantonly flung her legs wide apart, lifting her knees up, tipping her pelvis up to him, offering her pussy to him like some sort of pagan sacrifice. She wriggled her hand between their bellies and spread the pliant pink folds of her cunt wide apart to give him total access to her slick and slippery slit.
"Now, please!" she moaned into his throat, kissing his neck, his chin. "Please, hurry!"
He was in no hurry. He caught up her large breasts in his hands, squeezing the soft fleshiness, rubbing his palms incitingly over the crinkly hard peaks of her nipples, making her shudder and whine making her lift her knees up even higher, until she had the head of his cock fitted salaciously between the wetly parted lips of her vagina.
"Uhhh," Bill said, his eyelids fluttering as the tickling fingers of a hundred curly pubic hairs caressed the blood-swollen head of his penis, as the sticky pussy lips teased over its tip.
"Hurr-eee!" she squealed, her heels pounding impatiently against his shoulder blades.
There was no question of who was in control of the situation, then. Bill leered down at her, at her sweet, sexy face all flushed with passion, her eyes bulging with need. For an instant, he wallowed in the power he had over her. She was so turned on that she was right on the verge of orgasm and he hadn't even shoved his cock up her, yet. That was the way that he liked his women, climbing the walls for it, pleading for it.
"Re-lax," he said to her, consciously mimicking her, taunting her as she'd taunted him earlier.
Her eyes opened even wider at that and she suddenly tried to grab hold of his cock, to ram it up her cunt all by herself. But Bill was too quick for her. Before she could get her fingers around his meaty shaft, he was lunging, cramming the hotly pulsing knob of his cock between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his cock through the fleecy golden hairs that fringed her fissure and into the hot clasping grip of her cunt.
"OH!" she gasped hoisting her knees up, her feet kicking overhead. "Push it in! All of it!! Push it hard!! "
Bill didn't need to be told what to do or how to do it. He was operating on full automatic, the raging fever of his raw, animal passion in total control. He entered her wet cunt with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a powerful surge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy all the way to the hilt. The walls of her vagina parted wetly to receive him, squirming down over the sides of his hard-throbbing shaft.
"Uhhhh!" she whined, arching her back, tipping her head back as the huge penis spitted her.
To Bill, it almost seemed that she was trying to evade the cruelly stretching erection, to crawl away from its tube rending girth. But if that was the case, her own body was working at odds with her. As his cock lunged forward, the taut, rubbery grip of her cunt pulled him wantonly into the searing liquid depths of her belly.
He groaned at the ravenous pressure of her amazingly tight pussy. The walls locked down around the length of his luridly impaling penis like a warm, incredibly slick fist. He shut his eyes tight and savored the delicious pain of her powerful vaginal grip, the rapid, spastic fluttering of her cuntal sphincter about his broad root.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!! " she bawled, her nails digging red furrows across his shoulders.
Bill jerked his cock back through the velvety drapery of her pussy, then plowed forward. The pain of the penetration quickly subsided as the viscous rush of her pussy juices oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his cock and eased the way for faster, harder fucking.
"Ooooooh!" she cooed, shivering excitedly as the upper surface of his big cock rasped over her tiny, lust-aroused clitoris, the oily marble at the top of her slit, as the waves of pleasure swept over her belly in a storm.
A few minutes before, Bill hadn't even known this wildly sexy woman existed and now he was giving her everything he had, fucking her with every inch of his huge, meaty cock, the sounds of her pleasure rushing up at him as she writhed and squirmed under his relentless thrusts.
"God! Oh! God, yes!" she panted, grunting each time the full length of his erection surged into her cunt, each time the tender mouth of her pussy was stretched down over his grossly thick root, each time the big, hairy hardness of his testicles bumped into her softly resilient buttocks.
Bill held himself propped up on his hands so he could watch the rippling after-shocks of his deep-thrusting cock coursing over her belly, thighs and breasts, so he could watch the gleaming, friction-reddened shaft of his cock appear and disappear between her lust-parted labia.
She was in pain. The rapturous, secret pain that only a woman will ever know, the delicious pain of being screwed. Bill knew that he was hurting her with his big cock and in a perverse way, he reveled in it. It felt good to make her whimper. It was almost as if he were teaching her a lesson, punishing her for wanting him to fuck her. He made her whimper again and again. All it took was an extra-hard thrust of his long cock, a deeply skewering lunge that turned her into so much softly quivering putty beneath him.
He was surprised and pleased by the way she was reacting to his "punishment." The harder he pumped on her, the faster he worked his lust-heated cock through the tightly quivering sheath of her pussy, the more wildly she moved under him. She started pushing up from the bed, pushing her lewdly splayed pelvis into his downward thrusts, hurrying the moment when his great, hulking hard on was jammed to the hairs in her sloppy wet cunt. She grunted and moaned with an almost inhuman fury, like a woman possessed of the devil, and her savage squirmings, archings of the back, flips of the hips, were so violent that they almost sent the two of them bouncing from the bed onto the floor.
All right, all right, Bill told himself, reaching out with both hands and grabbing hold of the bedspread, clutching it tight to maintain his position on top of her, to maintain the marvelous sluicing motion of his cock as it flicked deep into her soft belly. She wasn't going to get away from him. She wasn't going to escape what he had for her.
He smiled down at her lust-contorted face, at the look of frenzied intensity that twisted her pretty mouth, that glowed behind her eyes. She was his, he knew. In a few seconds, she would go berserk under him, driven to the brink of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm by the ruthless slogging pressure of his thick penis. He knew he could do anything to her, now, anything he wanted and she would let him. His virile, hairy body was soaked with sweat. Beads of it dripping down the sides of his rib cage, down from his shaggy armpits to flow over the silky smooth flesh of the woman writhing beneath him.
"More! More! More!! " she panted, chanting her need up into his face, her hips driving in the same mindless, manic rhythm.
He started wailing on her with all his strength, pumping up and down like a sex machine gone crazy, twisting and turning hips as he did so to make the quivering channel of her cunt slither over his aching erection. Every thrust sent his long cock boring into her cunt to the hilt, pushing hard into the moist, sputtering grip of her vagina until his balls slapped obscenely into the smooth hairless cleft of her ass-cheeks and his pelvis ground lasciviously into the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy.
He could feel her starting to cum, feel it in the rapidly fluttering spasms of her pussy about his cock, feel it in the wild abandoned thrashing of her body under him, and he could see it in the dangerously flushed cheeks, in the madness in her eyes. Knowing that he had the power to do what he wanted to her was one thing, using that power was another. He slipped one hand down over the sweat-misted curve of her hip, down over the jiggling moon of her ass, his fingers dipping into the tight nether cleft of her buttocks.
A surge of pleasure exploded in Bill's loins as he felt his own cock, incredibly slick and wet, gliding in and out of her hair-fringed, lewdly ovaled cunt. He moved his fingers lower, searching for and finding, deep in her smooth ass cleavage, the tiny puckering ring of her anus. The pleasure surge hit him again, like ten thousand volts, as he rubbed the pussy juice moistened ball of his thumb into that pliant, red hot sphincter.
"Oh! Ohhh!! " Sharlene wailed, feeling the tip of his finger probing against the tightly clenched ring of her rectum.
To Bill's delight, she did not try to squirm away from the obscene fondling. She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, opening and closing them as she matched his jackhammer thrusts ounce for ounce. If she realized that her own wild gyrations were forcing his thumb to push into her anus, it made no difference to her. She lunged and bucked like a dervish, her moans turning into a long, unbroken wail of ecstasy as his prodding finger popped into her rectum, as it began to fuck in and out of that tight, rubbery passage in time with the thrusts of the great, throbbing cock.
He couldn't believe what was happening, how she was taking it. He could feel his own cock sliding in and out against the tip of his thumb and her ass was sucking fiercely at the pistoning finger, sucking with the same kind of passionate abandon as her cunt was showing his cock.
Then it happened. Sharlene stiffened, her eyes popping wide open, her lips parting. No sound came from her throat.
"Uhh!" Bill grunted as the twin channels of cunt and rectum shut down about his cock and thumb like fists in hot buttered velvet gloves.
"Yuhhhh!! ! " she wailed, her body suddenly jerking to life as if she were a puppet, arms, legs, hips working all at once, to no real purpose.
Bill leered down at her, gritting his teeth as he wrenched both cock and thumb through the viciously narrowed channels, fucking into her crotch so fast that both plundered orifices sputtered and farted, so fast that he could actually feel the shaft of his cock heating up from the friction against the quivering walls of her cumming cunt.
"Yuuuuuuhhhhhh!! ! " she screamed, no longer able to fuck him back, too far gone, too swept up in the steam heat of the moment, in the wild coruscating swirls of ecstasy licking at her belly and tits, to do anything but shudder convulsively as he fast-pumped her into oblivion.
For a second, as he whipped his still-rigid cock through her sucking, slurping cunt, as the tremors of pleasure raged up the length of his meaty shaft, he thought he was going to be able to finish with her. But it didn't work out that way. He was fucking her as hard as he could, sprinting for his own, frantic finish, but he could tell that she was coming unglued beneath him, that the punishing thrusts, the incessant friction against her erect clitoris was pushing her to the limit, stretching her orgasm out to the point where any more pleasure could actually harm her. The idea of turning this lithe, curvy young woman into a kind of sexual vegetable, of making her cum so long, so hard that it destroyed her mind, was not unappealing to Bill, but he decided that the best thing to do was to slack off.
He mercifully slowed his cunt-pounding pace, allowing the super-hot woman's climax to taper off. She shook and shuddered under him in the aftershocks of her prolonged orgasm, her arms and legs still locked tight about his back, holding his thick, throbbing penis buried deep inside her.
When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and thick with sated lust. "God, that was fantastic!" she gushed. "You're a real man, I mean it. Ooooh, and your cock is still hard. I can feel it pushing out against my pussy."
Bill winced as she playfully squeezed his cock in her cuntal muscles. To pay her back, he drove his thumb even deeper into her rectum, twisting and turning it, rubbing it over the rubbery hot walls, making the wrinkly sphincter ring pop back and forth over his first thumb joint.
"Uhhh," she gasped, her eyelids half closing, her eyes rolling up so that only the whites showed.
"like that, huh?" he said, corkscrewing his finger around in her ass.
"Uhhhhh! Oh, baby, baby, if you only knew!! " she gushed, clinging tight to him with arms and legs. "I could almost cum again when you work it in and out like that."
He laughed. It was a self-conscious laugh, a laugh of embarrassment. He'd never been with a woman who actually enjoyed getting finger-fucked up the ass, never with one who would admit it anyway.
"You think I'm kidding?" she said, writhing against him, her sticky wet cunt squirming over the root of his cock, forcing his thumb to fuck deep into her tight anus. "Well, I'm not!" she insisted. "Ooooh, I just love getting touched down there, down between my buns. It's so nasty, so dirty, that, well, it really turns me on, makes me want to screw and screw and screw. There's something else that I like even more, but I think we'd better save that for later."
Bill didn't have to be a mind-reader to be able to tell what she meant. This luscious, passionate blonde liked getting a big, hard cock crammed up her ass! He would do it, too, split her open from pore to belly button if he had to get all of his thick fleshy penis rammed up into her rectum. Would she ever grunt and whimper, then!
"First, though," Sharlene said, "there's something else I want to do for you, something real nice that I know you'll like. Take that big cock of yours out of me for a minute and I'll show you what I mean."
There was something in her tone that told him he was in for a real treat. He pulled his thumb from the rubbery grip of her anus and lifted his hips, sliding the up-curving length of his cock from her wetly clinging pussy. The head of his penis and her cunt parted company with a lurid plop!
"God, it's even bigger than before!" she cried, delightedly, as the immense, lust-hardened, friction-reddened shaft lurched up, smacking him upon the breastbone.
Bill looked down at himself proudly. He was big, all right, big enough to choke a horse. He rolled over and sat on the bed with his back to the headboard.
Sharlene turned to face him, putting her hands to his hairy knees and forcing him to spread his legs wide apart. The meaty shaft pulsed anxiously as she knelt between his parted legs, pushing the sweep of her hair behind her ears to get it out of the way, to allow him to see everything she was going to do.
His scalp tingled and crawled as she lowered her pretty face to his damp loins. She was going to blow him! And it wasn't just the blow job that was turning him on so; it was the circumstances. He'd been sucked off many times before by the women he'd picked up at "The Itch," sucked off in the back seat of his car in the bar's parking lot, even, but he'd never been sucked off right after he'd fucked into a woman's wet pussy. The whole length of his cock was drenched with her hot, viscous juices; it gleamed from tip to bristling root like it'd been soaked in heavy, clear oil. The smell, alone, the stark, pungent cunt smell, was enough to make him groan aloud. Was she really going to put it in her mouth now? Was she really going to taste her own slick and stinky lubricant?
If Sharlene had any qualms about such a thing, she certainly didn't show them. She reached out and took hold of his penis, prying it away from his chest, tipping it towards her face, then lowered her mouth onto it, allowing the blood-heated tip, the slippery bulb to push between her warm lips, between her teeth, to slide into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Jeeez!" he croaked, his hips jerking reflexively as the heat, the moisture of her mouth engulfed his manly knob.
The blonde pulled back and gave him a curious look. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
"You aren't going to wipe it off?" he moaned, deliriously.
She smiled at him. "Why should I?" she said. "I kind of like how it tastes." When she saw the flush rush to his cheeks as he heard her lascivious admission, she couldn't resist the urge to blow his mind further. "I like it well enough, baby, so that if I were double jointed, I'd be curled up like a pretzel every chance I could get, with my tongue stuffed up my little tight pussy!"
"Jeeez," he said, incredulously.
She pursed her lips and blew a gust of hot air over his sperm-bloated balls, watching gleefully as those fat orbs snuggled up tighter against his groin in their leathery sack.
"Oh, man! Man!! " Bill groaned, reaching out and catching hold of the back of her head, pulling her face back down towards the swaying, semen-dripping staff of his penis.
"That's right, lover," she said, leering up at him, "I'm going to lick and suck your big cock until you cum. Until you cum right in my mouth."
Sharlene took a deep breath and the raw, musky scent of his loins assailed her nostrils, making her mouth flood with hot, thick slobber. A dribble of the crystal clear juice slipped from her lips, trickling down over her chin, down onto Bill's furious scrotum.
"God!" the man howled as that boiling, slippery liquid bathed his tender bag, his swollen testicles.
The blonde ignored his violent, shuddering reaction and dropped her face straight down, pressing her trembling lips down onto the root of his cock, to the very point where it joined his bloated scrotum.
Bill stiffened, jerking as if she'd given him a surge of pure electric current, his ass lifting automatically up from the rumpled bed, automatically grinding his wrinkly, musty sack into her soft, warm mouth.
Sharlene was not put off by the beads of her own pussy juices that still clung to his black shiny hairs, nor by the sour, rank taste of his balls. She lapped his cock hungrily, curling her tongue around it, giving it and his scrotum, tender, hungry, swirling laps like it was a meat-flavored popsicle. She lashed her tongue over the throbbing underside, painting her glistening slobber all over it, licking up the sticky residue of her cunt as she sucked and nibbled at the blood-thickened rod.
"God, that feels so good!" Bill groaned, trying in vain to control the spastic bucking of his hips.
"Ooooh, baby, baby, I do love your big dick," she moaned ecstatically, thrashing her mobile tongue over the blind, oozing head of his cock, sawing the pink tip over his bubbling slit. "Ummmmmm! I love the taste of your cum!"
Bill clawed at the bedspread as her juicy tongue drooled hot saliva all over his cock, as her lips sucked, her teeth hot saliva all over his cock, as her lips sucked, her teeth nibbled and gnawed at every straining inch of it. She was going after his meat like he was the last man on earth!
"Ummmmm! I neeeeeeed it!" she wailed. "Alllllllll of it!! "
Without another word, she popped the shiny, semen-dribbling bulb into her mouth. Bill's hips rocketed up from the bed as the amazing slick heat of her mouth swallowed his cockhead. He leered at her through pleasure-slitted eyes, awed by the way her cheeks puffed out, pooched out from the size of the thing she'd forced into her mouth. It looked like she was trying to swallow an apple . . . whole! And her lovely, soft lips were sliding down over his flaring cockhead rim, sucking passionately upon the first three inches of his mammoth cock.
The hot young blonde paused, whining feverishly through her flared nostrils. She held his huge dickhead in her mouth, reveling in the feel of it pushing out against her cheeks, down upon her tongue, in the raging animal heat of it, in the slithery, velvety soft texture of the skin. She looked up at him with his cock crammed into her mouth, knowing full well what the sight of her pretty face, her beautiful mouth ovaled about the thick, fleshy pole of his cock would do to him.
"God!" he gasped, watching a clear bead of saliva slip from her lewdly clasping lips and roll down the upper surface of his cock.
Sharlene knew that she was going to make him cum. She could feel his arousal growing with every throb of his cockhead against her tongue and cheeks. Slowly, she pushed more of his cock into her mouth, ramming the blood-filled tip into the back of her mouth, then twisting her head to the side so that her neck would follow the natural curve of his lewdly erect penis, so that the huge bulbous tip would slide more easily into the tight confines of her throat.
Bill could only gasp and grunt as he watched the obscenely pulsing shaft disappear between her tautly stretched lips, as he felt the snug sheath of her throat enclosing his monstrous erection. Where was she putting it all?! ! It looked like she was gulping down a telephone pole!
Almost as soon as the head of his cock turned the corner and started down her throat, it started to hurt Sharlene, to hurt her so badly that she was afraid her throat would split in two. But she would not give in, she would not stop until she had it all, until she swallowed him whole! Whimpering from the strain, she managed to drive her lips down around his bristling root, forcing the tightly stretched ring of her mouth right down into his crisp, pungently scented pubic hairs. Then, as if to further prove her fearlessness, her love-making skill, she gave her head a vicious twist, causing his cock to rub sexily over the walls of her throat.
Bill put both hands to her head and held her face tight to his lap, wallowing in the sight, the feel of having his cock buried to the hairs in her lovely throat.
Finally, Sharlene began to lift her head, slowly letting the great, bulging erection slipped from between her pain-parted lips. It looked like she was disgorging an obscene tree limb. Her mouth slipped from over the bloated head with a moist smacking sound.
"Oh!" Bill groaned disappointedly, as his cock lurched up, thumping against his chest, as tiny droplets of thick, white semen spattered all over his chest hairs.
"That was good, huh?" the blonde crooned to him, lapping at the ruddy sack of his balls, teasing her tongue up the drool soaked length of his cock.
"God, yes!" he moaned.
"Do you want more."
"God, yes!! ! "
As Bill tried to grip her ears, to force her mouth back down over his cock, she shook his hands away. "No, baby, not like that again," she said. "I know a better way, a way I bet you've never even heard of."
While Bill was still trying to catch his breath, the blonde was scooting her body forward, pressing her large, luscious breasts right into his crotch, forcing his luridly stiff cock to slip right into her silky cleavage. Before he could even moan, she was gripping her own breasts in both hands, mashing them together, pinning his cock between the soft, resilient pillows of feminine flesh. She pressed her breasts so tight around his lust-thickened penis that the head of his cock, which protruded from the top of her cleavage, was turned a deep, dark, strangulated purple color.
"Jeeeez!" he moaned as she dug her fingers even deeper into those silky globes, as she began to move her hands, to slide her smooth breasts up and down the rigid shaft of his cock.
"Nice, huh?" she said, her voice quavering, thick with emotion.
Bill couldn't answer. The sensation was staggering! His bulbous cockhead was popping in and out of her cleavage, its broad rim catching on the insides of those succulent cones, making them quiver and jiggle excitedly. She was masturbating his whole cock with her tits!
"Ooooh, I like that," she cooed, kind of rolling her breasts around his throbbing shaft. "I like how it feels."
Bill liked it, too. And the sight of his furious cock lewdly pumping through her breast valley was more than enough to make his head swim. His penis began to pulse anxiously and after a half dozen tip to root caresses, more of his thick white pre-cum started spilling from the gaping slit, oozing down over the shiny, blood-bloated skin of his knob.
Sharlene's eyes lit up when she saw what her breast-masturbation was teasing from his cock. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, bending her face down and sticking the point of her chin into the hollow of her throat, tipping her head so she could make contact with his penis with her lips. She craved more than mere contact, though. She wanted it all! She thrust her open mouth down on his cockhead, cramming the entire swollen bulb into her mouth until her lips squirmed down over the broad rim, until they touched his shaft, enclosing his cockhead in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Bill had never heard of such a thing even being attempted. And yet, there she was, this beautiful young blonde, jacking him off with her breasts and sucking his cock at the same time! He watched her go down on him, watched as her smooth cheeks went concave, her lips nursing on his penis with astounding power, her tongue flipping madly back and forth over the oozing slit, and all the while, her hands greedily pumping her smooth breasts up and down his cock, working him up to a fever pitch.
She knew she was getting to him. She could feel his excitement building, feel it in the violent throbbing of his cockhead in her mouth, feel it in the raging heat of his testicles as they rubbed into her silky stomach. She sucked on his bulb with all her might, drinking down the tangy droplets of pre-cum, sliding her breasts faster, creating a burning friction between his shaft and her cleavage, actually bumping the tops of her tits up against her chin as she coaxed the sticky deluge up from his aching balls.
Bill felt like the puppet, then. A puppet jerking, twitching to her command. And the waves of pleasure were non-stop, each one bigger, more devastating than the last, until he felt the tiny spark blossom in his captive cockhead, a spark that flared, that lit a sizzling, sputtering fuse that ran the length of his huge cock.
Suddenly, a gob of something boiling hot and super-salty surged into Sharlene's mouth, arching over the back of her tongue and shooting down her throat. She went crazy! Moaning, whining, making frantic, nasty suck sounds, she fought to bring on the torrent.
Bill grunted from low in his belly, his ass snapping up from the bed reflexively as his sperm-swollen testicles exploded in joy. He could feel the heavy gobs of his cum being forced up his rigid pipe-hard cock by the powerful muscle contractions behind his balls, being forced right into her open, waiting mouth!
Sharlene made a choked, gurgling sound as her mouth was flooded by his thick semen. A wave of gooey fluid surged over her tongue, spraying the roof of her mouth. Fighting back the urge to gag, she worked her breasts even faster, pumping the hot seed up from his balls, pumping it right into her face.
"Suck! Suck!! " Bill growled, his hips ticking rhythmically, fucking through her cleavage, fucking into her mouth.
She sucked, all right, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until her jaws and throat ached, until her belly felt like it would burst if she took another drop. His boiling cum was sloshing around in her tummy, filling her to the point of pain, and still more was spurting into her mouth. Her head reeled from the cloying, rank odor of his sperm, from the nasty salty taste.
Bill's pleasure was increased a hundred fold by the sight of her gulping his cum down like that, her adam's apple bobbing frantically to keep up with the onrushing tide.
Then, she could take no more, not in her tummy, at least. She took her hands from the sides of her breasts and pulled his bulb from her mouth, holding the glistening, purpling head right up against the corner of her mouth.
"Christ!" Bill groaned as the next spasm hit his cock, as semen spurted from his slot, fountaining over her face, over her shining, friction-reddened lips, her nose, her cheeks, her chin.
"More!! " she bleated, using her hands to pump on the still spurting shaft. Her cheeks burned with an unholy fire as more of the sticky white strands splattered over her face. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, waggling it back and forth to catch the pearly beads. She made no attempt to swallow the drops of sperm, but let them pool in the middle of her tongue, let them mix with her heavy saliva, let them drool down from it in long, yo-yoing gobs. "I love it! Love it!! ! "
Bill loved it, too. He'd never been with a woman so eager to please, so hungry for salacious sensation. And her excitement was infectious. She teased more cum from his balls than he thought possible, showering her lovely face in his sticky sex fluid until the last dribble slipped weakly from his slot.
Not one to waste anything, Sharlene quickly bent his cock down and rubbed its gleaming snout against her tautened nipples, painting them with white cum.
"God, that's gooood!" she gasped, her eyes wild, her voice hoarse.
He leaned back against the headboard and tried to catch his breath. It wasn't easy. He was panting like a sprinter. Even though he'd shot his wad as never before, there was a disturbing pressure in his groin. Instead of being exhausted by the bout of exquisite sex, he was only more animalishly aroused. And it was a good thing.
"Now, baby," Sharlene said, turning around on her knees, turning her sleek, smooth buttocks towards him. "Now's the time for something real special."
He blinked at her, not quite sure that he understood what she meant. Even though he was unsure, he felt the pressure in his groin tighten in anticipation. He also felt something nudging his chest. He tried to push it away with his hand, but it kept coming back. It was his cock, his cock still erect, still hugely throbbing, still famished for pleasure. If anything, it was even bigger than before, bloated out by the lascivious contact of her mouth and breasts. Every vein and sinew stood out in bold relief upon the pulsing shaft and the great, shiny head looked to be the size of an apple.
"Now, baby, now," she crooned to him, lowering her heavy breasts to the coverlet, tipping her ass up high in the air.
He could see between her thighs, see the wetly parted lips of her pussy, the beads of clear juice trickling down the insides of her legs, the sopping ring of golden hairs that rimmed it, but that wasn't what she had in mind.
Sharlene put her fingertips to the crack of her buttocks and, with a sudden movement, pried those cheeky moons wide apart, showing him the tiny, round, wrinkly hole of her anus.
Bill's cock throbbed ominously and a kind of red haze filtered down over his eyes.
"Come on!" she moaned, holding her cheeks obscenely parted, her little sphincter winking madly. "Come on!! "
A low growl erupted from Bill's throat as he lurched forward, as he threw himself on her sleek backside. "Yessss!" she warbled into the covers. "Yessss!! ! "
CHAPTER THREE
When Bill James stumbled up the stairs to his front door, it was well after ten p.m. He wasn't having trouble walking because he'd drunk too much liquor. Bill's problem was that he'd fucked too much. He had a case of the lover's ache in his balls.. . a near-terminal case. It was his own damn fault, too, he knew. If he'd been able to control himself, to keep from going around a third time on the blonde's tight rectum, he wouldn't have been in the fix he was in. But he just couldn't help himself. He knew that a chance like that, with a really beautiful woman only comes once in a lifetime.
Even as he turned his key in the lock, he was remembering what it felt like to fuck up between her round butt-cheeks, to watch his big, thick, fleshy cock glide in and out through the horribly distended little hole. The thought made his cock flex, which, in turn, made his balls hurt like all holy hell.
"Uhhh," he groaned softly, pushing the door inward.
He'd no sooner shuffled into the wreck of his living room than his lovely young wife came rushing into his arms. She was wearing a shorty, see-through negligee and her full, pink-tipped breasts bobbled delightfully under the black nylon as she raced towards him.
"Oh, Bill! Bill, I was so worried!! " Connie moaned, locking her arms about his waist and mashing her soft breasts into his stomach.
Bill just stood there frozen in place. It wasn't the kind of welcome he'd thought he'd get from her. He'd expected Connie to be crying, yelling, spitting flames at him for being so late, for not calling her. As he put his hand to the small of her back and slipped it down over the jutting, womanly swell of her saucy buttocks, he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. This certainly was a surprise!
The feel of her resilient ass mounds, her silky smooth skin under the slithery nylon, made his cock flex again. His balls automatically tightened.
"Uhhhh," he groaned.
Connie took her face from against his chest and looked up at him. "Are you all right?" she asked, breathlessly. "You didn't have an accident or anything, did you?"
Bill couldn't meet her eyes. The easiest way out of the situation was to lie, though, so he did. "I had a close call," he said, gently unclasping her hands from around his back and pushing her back so that the luscious mounds of her breasts were not rubbing incitefully into his belly.
"God!" Connie exclaimed. "God, I knew it!"
"I've got to sit down," he said, slipping past her and dropping back down on the plastic covered sofa. He stared at his hands, hating himself for having lied in the first place, for now having to weave an even more complicated web.
Connie could sense her husband's unease. She refused to give in to the urge to fall apart. After all, she'd patiently waited all that time for him to come home, refusing to let herself get angry, telling herself that all that mattered was that she and Bill get back together, that they make wild, frantic love as never before. Love, she knew, could heal all their differences, could make them one again.
She took a seat on the couch beside him and put her hand on his broad knee. "Do you want to talk about it?" she said.
Bill did not want to talk about it, but he had no choice. If he refused to elaborate on his "near-accident," he knew his wife would never give him any peace. The bitter irony of the situation was not lost on him. There he sat, his balls aching so bad he could hardly stand it from the multiple orgasms he'd had at the mouth, cunt and ass of a strange woman, a woman he'd been forced to seek out because his pretty young wife didn't like sex . . . and his wife, suddenly awakened sexually, suddenly willing, hungry for fucking sat at his side. He couldn't have fucked again if his life depended on it! Everything was so screwed up that it pained him to think about it.
"I had to work late," he began.
"But I called your office," Connie interrupted, "and they said you'd left at five."
Bill winced. "That's right," he said. "I had to go over to a client's place. He kept me busy right up until nine. There wasn't any time to call if I ever hoped to get out of there. On the way home on the freeway, one of those glass company trucks, the kind with the racks on the side that hold big panes of glass, took a turn too fast and I guess the glass wasn't strapped down right. Anyway, a huge plate glass pane fell off the truck and glass went every which way. Cars were plowing into each other trying to avoid the glass and cars were plowing through it, getting blow outs, then going out of control. It was awful!"
Connie was really stunned. His story was preposterous, of course, but she wanted so much to believe it, so much not to believe that he'd been with another woman.
Bill was looking at her strangely, as if gauging the success of his big lie. In a way, he didn't want her to believe him, he wanted her to tell him he was full of it.
Bill felt an awful guilt over what he'd done that evening, a guilt that he hadn't had a hint of until he'd seen his wife's lovely face. Before he'd walked into the house, into her warm smooth arms, he'd thought that it'd been the blonde who'd been degraded, that he'd been the aggressor, the ravisher, but now he realized that just the opposite was true. He had submitted to her, submitted himself to her perverted lusts, degraded himself repeatedly fucking her up the ass. And even more painful to him than the knowledge that he'd shamed himself, was the certainty that he'd tainted Connie as well, that he'd debased their relationship by his actions.
"Bill, honey, I'm so glad that you're all right," she said, slipping her arms around him again, hugging him to her svelte breasts. 'That's all that matters."
He grimaced. He wanted to confess his wrong-doing to her, to get it off his chest, but something was making him hold back. Fear? Fear that she'd leave him?
"I've been wanting to get you all to myself like this for so long," Connie said, nuzzling her supple breasts into his side. "We haven't shared anything, Bill, not really, for a couple of months. I need you so much."
Bill opened his mouth, the much-repeated words automatically coming to his tongue, but he couldn't say them. He couldn't tell her for the hundredth time that he was too busy at the office, too much pressure there for him to be able to think about sex with her. Sex, that's what she meant by "sharing" something. She meant out and out fucking and for the past two months, he'd been too busy fucking other women to bother with her, with her needs.
"There, there," he said, patting her on the shoulder.
"I need to know that you need me, too," she said, her eyes full of desperation.
Bill looked across the living room at the jagged hole in the wall. "One hell of a mess," he said.
"What?"
"The wall," he said, lying again. "The wall is a total wreck."
"I don't care about the wall," Connie told him, her fingers sliding up the inside of his thigh, up over the long, rubbery length of his flaccid cock. She gave his penis a tender squeeze. "All I care about is you."
Bill fought back the urge to moan as his cock flexed against her grip. He couldn't spring another hard on! His cock would split in two! His balls would shrivel up like raisins in their hairy bag!
"This feels good, doesn't it, Bill?" she asked, moving her fingers up and down over the length of the twitching rod. "I haven't forgotten how to make you happy, have I?"
He'd jumped out of the frying pan right into the fire. If he told her it hurt like hell, she would take it wrong, think she was clumsy, incompetent. If he told her that, it would hurt her feelings something terrible. But if he told her the truth, that his balls ached because he'd just got through ass-fucking another woman, she'd go right through the ceiling.
"Of course, it feels good," he said, clenching his teeth, turning his head to the side so she couldn't see the pained expression on his face.
"Oooh, and it's getting bigger!" she cried enthusiastically, working her fingers faster, pulling, tugging on the thickening rod jammed down the inside of his trouser leg.
She didn't have to tell Bill that. He could feel his cock hardening and with every throb, every pulse, the awful, nut-busting ache grew. It felt like his testicles were caught up in a vise and the jaws were slowly being cranked shut.
Connie, for her part, was so excited by the sight, the feel of his growing erection that she was oblivious to his discomfort. She had been dreaming about a big, thick cock for so long and there it was, right there under her fingers, hotly pulsing, eager to push up into her belly, to fill the awful emptiness of her cunt with its tremendous girth, to fill the void with his hotly sloshing cum.
"I want to see it," she cooed, unzipping his trousers and shoving her hand inside.
Bill stiffened as he felt her hot little fingers circling his turgid meat. His cock stiffened, too, and she had a heck of a time trying to get it up and out of his open fly. The main problem was that it was too hard to bend in the middle, and it positively had to bend if she was to pull it out. As she tried to squirm his penis free, her palm rubbed incitefully over the rigid shaft, sending flurries of pleasure racing down his cock. The pleasure only lasted for an instant, though. As the flurries rushed down over his balls, they were instantly translated into excruciating pain.
"Oww!" he cried, shifting his hips, lifting them up to take the strain off his bulging penis.
"Oh! I'm sorry," Connie said. "I didn't mean to be so rough. Here, let me pull your pants down, that way I won't have to bend it to get it out."
To Bill's dismay, his pretty wife wriggled his trousers down, then his underwear, and his much-used penis flipped straight up, quivering violently.
"God! I've never seen it so red!" Connie gasped. "Is something the matter with it?"
He bit his lower lip. Then, he shook his head. "It's fine, just fine," he said.
"Mmmmmm, and it's so big, too!" she said, delightedly, sliding her smooth fingers up the lust-bloated shaft, gently caressing the stony hard pillar of his manhood.
Bill shut his eyes tight. She was gripping his cock! She was starting to pump her fist up and down it, starting to slide the loose outer sheath up and down over the rock hard inner bone, the horribly aching bone.
"I need it so much, so much," she panted, anxiously shifting her thighs together as she sat next to him on the couch. Connie was getting hot, all right, hotter than a firecracker. She could feel the lips of her vagina beginning to swell, to pucker out from her mound, she could feel the heavy, pungently scented moisture of her pussy start to leak out, to smear over the insides of her thighs.
Caught up in a fantasy of her own device, Connie began to move, to do the thing that she'd dreamed of doing for months. She wanted to kiss her husband's hugely erect cock, to lick and suck it until he was as wild with excitement as she was, to taste the powerful flavor of his hot semen in her mouth, to lap daintily at the hairy, wrinkled orbs of his testicles. It was an act of total subservience on her part, a thing that both attracted and repelled her.
Bill didn't believe his eyes when he saw her lower her face to his blood-thickened penis. It was a thing she'd done before, of course, but only after much coaxing on his part. Now, she was doing it on her own, doing it as if she really wanted to feel his cock in her mouth.
She planted a moist, open-mouthed kiss right on the domed tip of his cock, playfully sliding the tip of her tongue down into his vent, then starting to shower the whole, ruddy length of his thick fleshed penis with frantic, hungry kisses. She couldn't seem to get enough of the feel of his hotly throbbing meat against her lips, her tongue, enough of the powerful, male animal smell of his loins. She kissed all the way down to his hard testicles, then back up to the snout, moaning softly the whole time.
It was only when she opened her mouth wider, when she pushed the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth that the horror hit Bill. It didn't matter that he'd scrupulously scrubbed his cock before leaving the blonde's apartment; it didn't matter that there was no real cause for concern. All that mattered was that his pretty, innocent wife was taking the thing in her mouth, the huge cock that had so recently bored up into a tight, feminine rectum, a stranger's rectum. The thought was so vile to him, so unspeakably obscene that he couldn't bear it.
"No!! " he howled, roughly shoving her face up, pushing her greedily sucking lips from his bulbous cockhead.
Connie couldn't believe that he meant it. She thought that he was pushing her away because he thought that she really didn't want to suck him, because he thought that she was doing it to be a martyr.
"I want it, Bill," she said, her voice a rasping, gasping sound.
Before he could react, she pushed her head back down, jamming the enormous cockhead between her lips, forcing fully one third of his lengthy shaft down her throat.
"No!! ! " he snarled, his hips squirming automatically as the delicious tightness of her throat enclosed his hulking erection. "No, damn you!! " He put the edge of his palm against her forehead and shoved her off of him.
Connie struggled to maintain her position, but it was useless. He was too strong. The big, swollen knob popped from her lips, gleaming with her viscous slobber.
"What's wrong?! " she cried, the desperation in her voice as well as her eyes. "Did I do something wrong?!
Why don't you want me to have it?! ! Bill, tell me!! I want to suck you. I want to suck your big cock, but you won't let me! Why, Bill?! ! Why?! ! ! "
"You don't want to know," he said, bitterly.
"I do! I've got to know! I'm going crazy!"
Bill was suddenly filled with a kind of strange anger, an anger mostly at himself, but also at his wife, at the woman whom he felt had forced him into botching things so terribly by the years of semi-frigidity, who had driven him into the streets to look for the kind of sex he craved.
"Why can't I have it?! ! " she bawled.
Bill's cock pulsed anxiously, quivering as it stood straight up from his hairy loins. It had no brain, no conscience; it couldn't understand why he wasn't letting her go down on it, either.
"You wouldn't want it if you knew where it'd just been," he said, glaring at her.
Connie flinched as if he'd struck her full in the face. "What?" she said.
"You heard me. You heard me the first time."
A lump the size of a basketball rose in her throat. All of her fears about losing her husband, about his tom-catting around were true. There was no gentle lie to hide behind. No glass truck accident, no late night meeting with a client. Bill had been screwing another woman, screwing her with that same luridly erect penis that swayed like a hooded cobra over his hair-tufted loins.
"Bastard!" she hissed.
Bill just stared at her, looking at her like she was some kind of insect, instead of a sexy, desirable young woman.
"How could you do that to me?! ! " she sobbed.
It was the very question he had been asking himself ever since he walked into the house.
"How could you not make love to me and go out and give it all to some whore?! ! "
Bill shifted uneasily on the sofa. He wanted her to shut up, to shut up before he really let her have it. But she wouldn't or couldn't.
"What kind of a man are you?! ! " she cried, her face twisted by her fury and humiliation.
"More man than you can handle," he said, viciously. 'Too fucking much man for you, baby."
Connie stiffened.
"That's right," he went on, his anger building as he spoke, "it hurts, doesn't it? The truth hurts! I just got sick of screwing a goddam corpse once a week. I've only got one life, baby, and I'll be goddamed if I'll waste it like that."
"But, Bill.. . "
"Shut up! I don't want to hear about your sudden change of heart! All of a sudden, you wake up one morning and you discover you've got a cunt! Bull shit! You're just kidding yourself and you're not kidding me. You're a fucking cold fucking fish, Connie, and you'll always be."
If there was a tender spot, a weakness in Connie's armor, in her psyche, he had just found it, just brutally ripped into it. Her own self-doubts about herself, about her sudden urges to fuck and suck, welled up inside of her, overwhelming her.
"Get out!! " she screamed at him, jumping up from the sofa. "You get the hell out of this house! Out of my life!! " Bill glared at her, at the way she was pointing at the front door.
"I mean it, Bill!" she told him. "Get out! We're finished! Through! I want a divorce, the sooner the better."
He swallowed hard.
"If you don't get your dirty, nasty cock out of here in five seconds," she said, "I'm going to call the police and report you as a prowler."
"They'll never buy that," he said.
"No, but it'll raise one hell of a stir in the neighborhood, I guarantee that," she said. "And I know they'll kick your ass around a little for me, if I ask them real nice."
Bill shook his head. He doubted whether the cops would rough him up; he doubted that they'd keep him from staying in his own house, but that wasn't the point. The point was, he didn't want to stay with Connie, not any more. He wanted to go as badly as she wanted him to go. He wanted out from under the guilt, away from her accusing stare.
"All right," he said, slowly rising to his feet, carefully pushing his tender, rapidly softening penis back into the front of his trousers. "All right, I'll go."
"You can go back to your whore, think on the bright side," she snapped.
"I didn't want it to be like this," he said as he opened the door.
"That's a laugh," she said, bitterly.
"No, I mean it, Connie," he told her. "Somehow things just got all mixed up, our lines got crossed somewhere."
Connie could tell that he was trying to make up to her and she wouldn't have it. He'd betrayed her and she couldn't stand the sight of him.
"Get out, you worm!" she shouted at the much-bigger man. She gave him a shove that caught him off-balance, that sent him staggering back through the open door. "And don't ever come back!! "
Connie slammed the door so hard in his face that all the windows in the house rattled in their frames.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Connie came downstairs the next morning to let the construction workers in, she was cross and irritable from the lack of sleep she'd gotten the night before. The empty house had thoroughly spooked her. She'd thought every noise, every creak was something coming to get her. She caught herself praying that Bill would come back, that he'd get into bed with her and protect her, but he didn't. He stayed out all night long. When she thought about who he was with, where he'd probably stayed, it made her madder than a wet hen.
"Good morning, Mrs. Ja. . . " Luke said, stopping in mid-word as he looked down at what she was wearing.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, pulling the short, hot pink, terry cloth robe tighter about her waist.
"No, ma'am!" Rod said, enthusiastically, leering over his brother's broad shoulder at her long, smooth legs, at the exquisite narrowness of her waist and the jutting, sensuous swell of her hips and breasts.
Connie was surprised to discover that she wasn't the least bit embarrassed. She hadn't consciously thought about what she was or wasn't wearing when she'd come down to answer the bell. That she didn't have a stitch on under the robe was painfully apparent to the three men. Let them look, she thought. Let them eat their grubby little hearts out!
"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come in?" she said, nastily.
"Come in! Come in!! " Tom said, pushing his brothers through the doorway ahead of him. He licked his lips as he eyeballed Connie's luscious, firm curves.
"Uhh, we didn't see your husband's car in the driveway," Rod said, giving Tom a nudge with his elbow. "Did he leave early today or what?"
Connie frowned at him. On an impulse, she said, "My husband had to go out of town on business. He won't be back until the day after tomorrow."
Tom gave Rod a nudge back.
Connie could see their boyish kidding around. She wasn't bothered by it or alarmed. Guys did that sort of stuff when they wanted to pump themselves up. If they wanted to kid themselves into thinking that they had a chance with her now that Bill was gone, that was their dumb mistake.
"If you don't have any more important questions," she said, pausing for effect, "I guess you can go ahead and start work."
"Yes, ma'am!" Rod said, shoving past Tom and starting to sort lumber.
Tom lumbered over to the table saw and turned his back to her, but Luke just stood there, staring her right in the eye. For a second, Connie felt like he was trying to hypnotize her, like she was a little bird and he was a snake. She felt horribly vulnerable to him, to his handsome face, his muscular body. What his eyes told her in no uncertain terms was that he would know how to treat her, know how to accept the passion and lust that was boiling up ip inside of her, begging to be released.
She tore her gaze from his, turned and started up the stairs without saying a word to him her heart madly pounding up under her chin. She Hadn't planned anything, but it was all working out. Luke was standing at the foot of the stairs as she ascended. He had to be able to see in under the hem of her short robe, to be able to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She thought she could practically feel his eyes burning over the firm, round contours of her cheeky buttocks, over the ruff of coppery colored hair that jutted out between them. She was showing him everything she had, flaunting herself at him shamelessly. He could see right between her thighs, see the tender pink lips of her vagina, lips begging to be fondled, teased.
Connie thought for sure he would say something, make some sound, clear his throat, something, giving her an excuse to pause, to turn towards him, to make the invitation, but he didn't. She walked up the last three stairs and continued on down the upstairs hallway like a robot.
That she had exposed herself to him like that, and been rejected cut her to the core. Though she hadn't planned it, though her intentions hadn't been clear even to her before, they were clear then. She wanted to fuck Luke Gruber, to fuck him like he'd never been fucked before, to use Luke Gruber to get back at her faithless husband, to use Luke Gruber to get the kind of deep satisfaction that she so desperately needed.
She marched into the bathroom and closed the door, reaching in to the shower stall and turning on the hot water. She wanted to cry, but she could not. She was all cried out from the night before. She slipped out of the robe and got into the shower, letting the hot, stinging spray wash over her tingling nipples, her burning belly. A kind of rapture came over her, a rapture induced by the steady caress of the shower spray on her tenderest parts. She could almost imagine that it was a pair of hot, ravenous lips nibbling at her breasts, her tummy.
The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing brought her out of her daydream with a jolt. "Who is it?! ! What do you want?! ! " she cried, shutting off the shower.
"It's just me, Luke," the man said.
There were no towels in the shower stall, so Connie had nothing to cover herself with. She opened the sliding glass shower door a crack and peered out at him.
"What are you doing in here?! " she demanded.
Luke wasn't looking at her face. He was looking at the shape of her naked body through the distorted glass of the shower door.
"I came to help you out," he said.
A shiver rippled down Connie's spine. "Wh-what do you mean?! " she said. "What are you talking about?"
Luke smirked at her. "I'm talking about giving you what you need," he said. "A woman like you, a woman with a fine body and a pretty face, needs lots of attention. If you were mine, let me tell you, I'd chain you to the bedpost and . . . "
"I beg your pardon!"
The carpenter made a face. He wondered if maybe he hadn't misjudged this sexy young woman, if maybe she wasn't really indignant at his intrusion, if maybe she didn't really want to roll in the hay with him. Then, he thought about what he'd seen under her robe and he knew that she wanted it. She just wanted to play games, he told himself. That was fine with him, so long as he got what he wanted.
"No offense, lady," he said, changing tactics. "I just meant that it seems like a crying shame that a woman with a body like yours has to be alone, ever."
Connie was flattered, despite herself. So, he did like her body! She felt satisfaction at the thought that she could turn on this ruggedly handsome, macho carpenter. And instead of Luke being the assertive one, the one who made her nervous and awkward, he was the clumsy one, bumbling in the face of her sexy beauty. She felt another shiver race up her spine. On an impulse, a deliciously wicked impulse, she pushed the shower door back and stepped out onto the bathroom floor, giving the astonished man a real look at all her lush body had to offer.
"Man, oh, man!" Luke groaned. "You are something! Something else!"
The naked redhead, seemingly unashamed, stood before him boldly, the water beading on her silky skin, rolling in crystal clear rivulets down her arms, down over the peaks of her supple, up-thrusting breasts. Her nipples hardened under his leering gaze and the pretty young woman felt her own libido start to boil.
"See anything you like?" she asked, mockingly.
Luke's eyes were on her breasts, then they began to slowly descend, following the smooth flat plane of her tummy, past her deep, dimpled navel to the fluffy wet vee of her pubic hair. He could just barely make out the faint pink line of her pussy beneath the tendrils of coppery hair and he felt his cock beginning to stiffen under his trousers as he imagined how that cunt of hers would taste . . . fresh and clean from the shower, tangy with musky, pungent flavor of her arousal.
"Are you kidding me?" he said.
"Now, would I kid you, Luke?" she answered, feeling very sexy, very confident of herself.
The carpenter grinned. "I sure do like those big, beautiful tits of yours," he said, leering at them. "What would you say to my taking one of your hot little nipples in my mouth for a little suck?"
His crudeness started her. She blushed crimson and a part of her, the shredded fragment of her decency, her sense of right and wrong, cried out for her to stop before it was too late. But she had already gone too far. She could see the massive hardening bulge of his cock pushing out at the front of his pants and she knew that he wanted to fuck her. She also knew that she wanted, no, she had to have that big cock of his buried deep in her belly.
Meekly, like a child offering a precious toy to another to share, she took her left breast in hand and lifted it, offering it up to him in a gesture of unmistakable subservience and humility.
Luke didn't wait for a more formal invitation. He immediately lowered his head to her breasts, taking her hand in his and closing his lips over the hot, crinkly bud of her nipple. His tongue swirled over her soft, stubby nipple-flesh and he could feel the rose pink nubbin harden even further in the moist heat of his mouth.
"Ooooh, Luke!" she cooed to him, her hand slipping around behind his head to cradle it tenderly as his lips and tongue encircled her bare breast. 'That feels sooo goooood!"
Suddenly, Luke's other hand darted between her thighs and worked ruthlessly upward until his fingers closed over the pouting moist folds of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, yessss! Squeeze it! Squeeze my pussy!! " she moaned ecstatically.
Luke had more in mind than just feeling it. He dropped to his knees there on the bathroom floor and slipped both his hands behind her back, grasping hungrily at the firm, fleshy cheeks of her naked buttocks.
"Oh, God! God!! ! " Connie bawled as she felt him push his face between her thighs, wedging them further apart. "God, yes! Yes, eat my pussy! Eat my hot pussy!! "
He dug his fingers into the supple softness of her ass-cheeks and pressed his mouth to her hair-fringed cunt, his tongue sweeping out of his mouth and hotly laving the moist, sweet-tasting furrow of her pussy.
His nose tingled as it burrowed through the fleecy curls of her cunt and he could feel her shudder with fast-rising passion every time his tongue passed over the nerve laden, throbbing bud of her clitoris.
"Yes, yes . . . yes!! " she moaned again and again. "Lick it, Luke! Lick my pussy harder! Deeper!! " Her lovely head rolled about on her shoulders and her wet hair clung to the sides of her face and she clutched at the carpenter's head, holding his handsome face tight to the fervent heat of her unquenched pussy.
Luke took a few more lascivious swipes at her puckering slit, then he pulled his face away from her warm crotch.
"Oh!" she groaned in disapproval, still clutching his hair and trying to pull his mouth back to her seething, oozing loins. "Oh, don't stop! Not now!! ! "
He grinned at her. "I got a better way, baby," he said. "You squat down over me. There, like that. You got it. Just sit on old Luke's face, baby, and I swear I'll lick that tight cunt of yours until you scream."
Luke lay flat on his back on the bathroom floor as We dropped to her knees, trembling with girlish enthusiasm, but blushing with shame and surprise as she did this wickedly wanton thing with him. She had never done anything like this before, not even with Bill . . . never had she lowered herself wantonly onto a man's lips and tongue like this, giving herself in total, slave-like submission.
"My pussy! God, my pussy!! " she babbled mindlessly as she lowered her naked fork onto his hotly kissing, sucking lips and his deeply probing tongue.
Luke grunted up into the softly crushing warmth of her sticky wet pussy. He was in heaven! He was kissing the cunt of the employer, kissing the cunt of the stuck up little bitch who'd been giving him such a hard time! He went about his salacious work with the frenzy of a maniac as the naked young wife squirmed and wriggled over him, groaning and whimpering with animal lust.
His tongue seemed a foot thick and a yard long as it hotly laved the sizzling furrow of her pussy, lashing over every inner ridge and valley, rasping against the pearly node of her clitoris, driving her absolutely wild with desire.
Connie felt his wiggling under her and she heard the faint metallic sound of a zipper being opened. There was no doubt in her mind what was to come next. First, he had kissed and sucked and licked her most secret place, hotly tongued the hidden, hair fringed slit of her pussy, and now he was going to fuck her, now he was going to use that big cock of his on her cunt.
She wailed mournfully as her mind reeled with the torturous realization of her wanton infidelity, but she was powerless now; there was no way to stop things. She had gone too far. She had wanted to see her dreams brought to life, and now the dream had taken; she was out of control.
"Check this out, baby," Luke said. "Look behind you. Look at what I got."
Connie's eyes were full of hot tears, tears of shame, but she did as he asked and turned her head, focusing on the upraised, lurid hugeness of his naked penis. She gasped. It was absolutely enormous! Much, much bigger than her husband's! Since she'd never seen any other man's cock, she'd had nothing to compare Bill's to. Now that she saw what a real man's cock looked like, she was filled with a sudden panic.
"No! God, no! I can't!" she blurted out, afraid now that she couldn't possibly handle all that rigid meat.
Luke wasn't interested in her problem. He was busy wriggling out of his pants. He removed his underwear, too, so that he lay completely naked under her, except for his heavy construction worker's boots. The hair on his upper body and especially his chest, was very thick, like Bill's, only a brown color instead of black. Luke looked like a powerful, muscular ape-man with a gorgeous all over tan. His massive penis arched up from his furry loins like a ruddy, up-curving lance, every vein, every sinew bulging.
"Come on, baby," he said to her. "You know you want it as much as I want to give it to you . . . all of it. Hurry up, move that sweet, silky ass of yours back and get up on it. I want to see you ride! Ride my big dick!"
Connie closed her eyes in humiliation and despair, shaking her head from side to side. "No," she murmured. "No, no, no."
Though she told herself that she couldn't do what he asked, that when it came right down to the nitty gritty she was as pure as the driven snow, her body had other ideas. Her hips and limbs seemed to be possessed of some much more powerful spirit than hers, a spirit that compelled her to answer his lustful invitation. Slowly, she felt herself moving backward, along his bare, hairy chest, feeling his fur tickling her inner thighs, shaking her head and continuing to tell herself that she wasn't going to do it.
"That's it," Luke coaxed her. "Just a little more. Tip it up just a little bit. That's it!"
Connie was leaning so far forward that he could reach her hot breasts with his lips and tongue and he kissed them, first one, then the other, each gentle kiss punctuated with a darting flick of his long thick tongue, a splaying swipe that swirled over her nipples and brought new cries of shame and despair to her trembling lips.
"Luke, no! No, don't make me!! " she begged. But even to her the words sounded hollow and false. She started to sob softly, hating herself for what she was about to do.
Luke knew that she was kidding herself, too. He could tell by the awesome heat that radiated from her belly. She was hot as a firecracker and ready for his cock.
He grabbed his stiffened penis and eased the bulbous, blood-engorged head of it along the moist flinging slit of her pussy. She groaned in wanton surrender as she felt the warm moist lips of her cunt hungrily nibbling at the blood filled tip of his enormous cock, sucking at him, ravenously pulling his lust-quenching virility into the burning, sticky heat of her vagina.
Her lips trembled and her body shook with the overpowering fury of her adulterous passion. Then, like a bursting damn, a torrent of long-suppressed lust exploded from her throat.
"Oh, yes!! Dammit, yes!! I can't stand it! Fuck me!! Fuck me good and hard, you animal! Fuck me until I cum! Fuck me until I scream!! " she wailed, her eyes tightly closed and tears of humiliation trickling down over her blushing cheeks.
"Sit, baby!" she barked at her. "Sit down, push down with that tight ass! Push!! "
The naked married redhead grunted ecstatically as she lowered herself onto the skewering pole of his upraised erection. Luke met her movement with an upward thrust that sank the bloated head of his cock into the mouth of her wet vagina.
"Aaaaaghhhh! Tooo big!! " she gasped, her eyes suddenly bulging open. Though she was in obvious pain, she was wriggling like a bug on a pin, going out of her mind as the huge bulb drove deeper and deeper into her unprotected cunt, as he bucked viciously up from the bathroom floor, attempting to sink every throbbing inch of his long hard cock between her softly trembling pussy lips.
His stiff prick surged up into her belly in a deep, gut-wrenching thrust that jolted the breath from her lungs. It felt like he was driving a fencepost up her pussy!! Deeper and deeper, he plowed into her, much deeper than her husband had ever gone. And even more horrible, more wonderful than that was the girth of his cock, the girth that stretched the walls of her pussy as they'd never been stretched, that ironed out every wrinkle and fold from her cunt. She knew that she'd never be the same inside after he was done with her, that he was ruining her for any other man, for her own husband!
He pulled her down onto his naked, hairy chest, kissing her hungrily on the lips, his tongue swirling deep into her mouth striving to slip down her throat, still moistly pungent from the musk of her pussy. She kissed him back, wallowing in the lewd taste of her own cunt! They played tug of war with their tongues as she ground her naked buttocks down salaciously on his up-thrust erection, fervent breaths hissing through her nostrils as she worked more and more frantically above him. Up and down, up and down, she humped, lifted her behind just until the bulbous, purplish tip of his cock remained between her widely splayed pussy lips, and then with a squeal of excitement, she sank back down, letting all her weight fall on the bloated head, letting it drive his cock up into her, her pussy spiraling down the glistening hard erection until her buttocks pressed eagerly into his hair-matted pelvis.
He reached both hands behind her ass and pried the cheeks of her buttocks wide apart, making his skewering, hurtful penetration even deeper.
"Owww!" Connie shrilled as her horribly stretched pussy lips squeaked down even further on his massive cock. But her cry of pain soon gave over to a lewd mewl of lustful pleasure. "It's so deep!! So deep in my pussy! God, I love it!! I love it!! "
Luke leered up at her ecstatic face, her flushed cheeks. His big cock was gliding in and out of her pussy like it was on ball bearings. The tender, clasping walls milking at his engorged manhood, teasing the waves of pleasure from it. It was good, all right, good to be fucking into this stuck up rich bitch's tight pussy, good to hear her sloppy wet cunt sputtering and farting as his enormous member plowed in and out, but it was going to be better, much better!
He let the tip of his index finger tease down deeper into her asscrack, down until he could feel the slippery, puckering lips of her vagina nursing on his pistoning penis. He moistened his finger in the copious lubricant, his spine tingling as he considered what he was about to do to her.
He moved his stiffened finger between the soft fleshy halves of her ass, warm and tender like the halves of a freshly-buttered roll. Before she could cry out in indignant protest, he pushed his wet finger right into the tight, hairless grip of her rectum, pushing hard as the digit popped between the muscled lips of her anus.
"Uhhhhghhhh!! That hurts! It hurts in my ass!" she bawled.
That was what Luke had intended. He wanted to hurt, to humiliate this lusciously beautiful woman, to degrade her, to teach her things about herself that she didn't want to know. To that end, he held his finger still in her ass and continued to fuck up into her cunt, making sure that the upper surface of his cock rasped over her tender clitoral bud.
Connie couldn't help herself. Though she fought against the urge to keep on humping him, humping despite the lewd intrusion into her secret anus, she couldn't keep her hips from moving with him. In seconds, she was working down and back against the two-pronged thrill of his finger and cock with renewed wanton excitement.
He worked his finger in and out of the incredibly tight grip of her anus in perfect rhythm with his deeply thrusting cock. The two members were separated only by the thin membrane between her two holes and through it he could feel the virile strength of his own erection as it surged deeply into her belly, bringing her closer and closer to the screaming peak of her long-awaited orgasm.
All of Connie's consciousness was centered on her plundered crotch, on the two hard-driving probes that kept jackhammering into it. This stranger, this animal, was using her brutally, callously, in a way that her husband would never even have thought of and she was responding to it, gasping, hunching like a wild woman, hell bent for climax.
Then it hit her. Her whole body went rigid, anus and cuntal sphincters clamping down hard on the thrusting members, as the wave of joy lifted her, as the mind-shattering explosions between her obscenely squirming thighs began.
"God!! ! Oh, God!! Luke!! Luke, I'm cumming!! You're making me . . . making me . . . CUM!! ! " she screamed at the top of her lungs, as if she wanted to bring the whole neighborhood in on her secret passion. She pumped frantically up and down, working the big cock through her fluttering channel, working so hard that her succulent young breasts jiggled and jounced all over her chest.
Luke felt the breath leave her lungs. He felt her whole body begin to throb and quake as he held her tightly with one hand on the small of her sweat-misted back. He had accomplished what he'd set out to do, he had made her cum, warmed her up. Now he could have some pleasure, himself. He let the delicious milking spasms of her orgasming pussy suck and tease at his huge cockshaft, suck and tease the climax from his semen-swollen testicles.
"That's it, baby," he crooned to the writhing, grunting woman. "Fuck me! Fuck my cock!"
Connie whined animalishly and twisted her hips harder, eager to please, so eager to please, working his luridly pulsing shaft over the trembling walls of her pussy.
A flicker of ecstasy exploded in Luke's cock head. He didn't try to hold back; he let it happen. There wasn't any question about cumming up into the rich bitch's cunt, about flooding it with his hot sperm. She was his. His to do with as he pleased.
"Shit! Shit!! " he croaked as his cock suddenly began to flex and jerk against the slithery grip of her cuntal walls, as his tumescent balls sent a boiling gush of semen surging up the turgid pipe of his cock, sent it spurting up high into her quaking belly.
"Uhhh! Uhhh-YEEEE!! " she squealed as the huge penis gushed hot cum into her pussy, each succeeding spray making her scream louder, more frantically. It was that hot gushing fluid, that steamy male goo pouring into her soft pussy that made her know that she'd truly been had, been fucked. Moaning over and over, torn between shame and ecstasy, she collapsed across him.
If Luke noticed her state of mind, he did not show it by his actions. He continued to ruthlessly thrust his hips up from the floor, to jam his spurting cock up into her softly quivering cunt, to fuck through the moisture beaded, puckering fissure of her orgasming vagina.
Only when he was totally sated, when the last drop of semen had been sent hurtling up into her cunt, did he stop his animalish rutting. He slumped down flat on the bathroom floor, panting hard from his exertions.
"So tight, so fucking tight," he babbled, his lewdly inserted finger still working, screwing into her tiny nether hole.
Slowly, Connie lifted her sweat-misted nakedness from him, her still-trembling belly, and as she did she felt a great rush of their mixed juices, her crystal clear lubricant and his thick white sperm, come rushing out around his rapidly wilting shaft. It poured down over the root of the softening cock, soaking his pelvis, his testicles, clinging in white droplets to his thick pubic hair.
She lifted her pussy up high enough to make his cock plop free. It flopped like a length of over-cooked sausage to his thigh, trailing a long, glistening dribble of obscenely white cum. When she reached around behind her bottom to grab his hand, to pull his still-fucking finger from her sore rectum, he jammed his digit in to the knuckle and held it there.
"Owww!" she cried, wincing at the pain. "Owww!! That's enough!"
Luke leered up at her, rudely corkscrewing his finger over the hot, rubbery walls of her nether passage.
"Not quite, baby, not quite," he said.
Connie didn't understand. She knew she'd satisfied him. She knew that she'd made him cum. The sticky evidence was dripping from the wetly parted mouth of her vagina, trickling down the inside of her smooth slender thighs like streusel frosting. What more could he want from her?! She knew she didn't want any more from him. The whole inside of her pussy felt horribly battered, horribly abused, bruised.
"I want you to stop that!! " she whimpered, trying once again to pry his finger from her anus.
"We've only just got started, baby," Luke said. "The fun's only just begun. We're going to have us a party today, a real hoot. And you're gonna love it, I promise. You're gonna get more cock than you ever dreamed possible."
A shiver raced up Connie's spine. "I don't.. . " she began, shaking her head slowly.
"All right, you guys!" Luke shouted. "You can come in now! The lady of the house is receiving guests!! "
To Connie's horror the bathroom door suddenly pushed open and the two other Gruber brothers stuck their evilly grinning faces in. They openly leered at the pinkly parted lips of her pussy, at the thick male finger-delving deep between her round, firm buttocks.
"I thought you'd never ask!" Rod said, reaching for his zipper.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bill James sat behind his desk, wondering what the hell Connie was doing at that minute, wondering if she was still mad at him, if by now she might not be ready to take him back. For the hundredth time, he picked up the phone to call her. For the hundredth time, he put it down, unable to dial, not wanting to know, afraid that he already knew the answer to his question. Connie was not the kind of woman to take infidelity lightly. She was the kind of woman who, once deceived, would never trust him, maybe never even speak to him again.
He groaned. He felt like shit warmed over. After being chased out of his own house the previous night, he hadn't gone straight to the bed of one of his many swinging girl friends as his wife had expected. He was way too exhausted, physically and emotionally to go out hunting for more pussy. Instead, he went straight to the nearest motel, which happened to be a godawful firetrap on a busy main street. The bed was lumpy, the room was ice cold, and the lights from passing cars outside swept through the place every few seconds, but those weren't the real reasons why Bill couldn't sleep.
He knew that he'd really screwed up this time. He felt so low, so slimy that he couldn't stand it. As he lay there in that much-humped upon bed, he wallowed in guilt and self-loathing. He had crushed the only beautiful thing in his life, his marriage. Just when his wife was beginning to respond to him in the way he'd always dreamed she might, he dumped on her, on himself. Bill didn't have to stay in that motel; he could've gotten up and gone to another at any time. But he did stay there, as a punishment for what he'd done.
And he was still paying for his crime the next morning. Though he'd shaved in his office bathroom and washed his face, he still felt gritty and soiled. He wished to hell that he'd had the foresight to grab a clean shirt and undershorts before he left home. His skin was all crawly and he knew that he had to do something about it. He jabbed his inter-office intercom and said, "Miss Perkins, will you please come in my office for a moment?"
The door to the outer office opened almost at once and the pert, efficient executive secretary walked in. Miss Perkins was in her early twenties, sharp as a tack and right out of business college. She wore her lustrous, shoulder-length brown hair pulled straight back, tight to her head, in a bun. Though she had obvious talent and brains, Bill had picked her as his secretary primarily for her looks. She was a small girl, but with a perfect, hourglass figure and a coolly beautiful face that could've belonged to a high fashion model. She was wearing a well-tailored suit in pinstriped gray and stacked heel shoes with a strap about the ankles. That strap made her legs look even slimmer, sexier. Her wide, sensual mouth was painted in a brown-red lipstick as were her pointed fingernails.
"Yes, Mr. James?" she said, expectantly.
Bill had picked her for her looks, but he'd never even so much as tried to touch her, not once in the year and a half that she'd worked for him. Having a beautiful young secretary was a kind of status symbol in the corporation. Not that he hadn't been tempted to put the make on her many times. But, each time, his fear of being exposed, talked about at the water cooler and in the employee cafeteria kept him from acting. Miss Perkins, on the other hand, ever the faithful Girl Friday, made it perfectly clear that whatever he wanted her for, she was willing.
"Look, Sue," he said, tiredly. "I had a damned awful night last night and I don't think I can make it through the rest of the day without a little help."
Sue gave him a concerned look and moved closer to his desk. "What can I do, sir?" she said.
"I want you to go out right now and buy me a dress shirt," he said. "Size 16 neck, 33 inch sleeves, in pale blue . . . and a pair of matching boxer shorts."
Sue blinked at him, her big brown eyes huge. Then she caught herself and once again she was all business. She dropped her gaze to her steno pad and scribbled down his order.
"Anything else, sir?" she said, when she'd finished.
"Sue, I need about the strongest pot of coffee you can make," he told her. "I mean, mud. Understand?"
She nodded. "Right away, Mr. James," she said.
"First, the clothes, then the coffee," he instructed her.
"Of course," she said. She turned to leave, then paused and turned back. There was a look of total compassion on her face. "I don't want to pry, sir," she said. "But you're having trouble at home, aren't you?"
Bill frowned. "I guess the whole company knows, don't they? I should've shaved before I came in. When I saw that damned elevator man look at me funny, I knew he was going to blab it all over."
"That's what everyone would've thought," she said, a brave smile turning up the corners of her mouth, "if I hadn't passed the word around that your wife was ill and that you were up all night tending to her."
Bill beamed at her. "Sue, you are a real prize," he said. "I mean that."
"Thank you, sir," she said, showing him her cute dimples.
When she smiled like that, she looked about sixteen, like a high school girl playing grown up.
"I figured I'd better warn you," she said, "in case someone asked you how she was doing."
"Good thinking," he said, pushing back in his chair.
Miss Perkins brisked out of the office and closed the door. Bill sat there, the afterimage of her tight, round bottom burned into his brain. He had a sudden, lewd thought. . . that now that his marriage was down the toilet there was nothing stopping him from hitting up on his secretary. He stifled the thought and snatched the phone up from its cradle. He couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. He had to find out if there was any hope for Connie and him.
He dialed the number, his heart thudding agonizingly under his chin. The phone rang and rang and rang. Finally, he hung up. Connie had to be home. And even if she wasn't, the carpenters were supposed to be there. Wrong number, he told himself. He must've dialed the wrong number. He dialed again, more carefully, and to his dismay the same thing happened: no answer.
He dropped the phone back down and slumped back. No answer worse than a definite answer from her. At least a "go to hell" from her would've put an end to things. This way, he had to wonder if she was not answering the phone on purpose because she knew it was him calling, or if maybe she was out of the house, if maybe, she'd left right after he did, to go to her sister's place. If she wasn't home this morning, he reasoned, she couldn't have let the carpenters in, which explained why no one picked up the phone.
There was nothing to do but keep on trying and he did, every five or ten minutes. He filled in the in-between time by shuffling the paperwork on his desk, making a feeble stab a doing his job. He was on call number seven when Miss Perkins knocked on his door, then entered without waiting for him to respond.
"Wow, you really did that fast," he said, putting down the phone.
"I double-parked in front of the men's store," she said, her cheeks slightly flushed from her hurrying. A wisp of her silky brown hair had come loose from the bun and hung down along the clean, soft line of her jaw. "Actually, it was kind of fun, if you want to know the truth. I sure hope that these things fit."
He took the parcel and opened it. "Fine, Sue, just fine," he told her. She absolutely beamed back at him. "Now, I think I could use that super-strong coffee."
"Right away," she said, marching out of the office, her tight little bottom swishing.
After she shut the door, Bill considered immediately putting on the shirt and shorts, but decided to make on more stab at calling Connie. He let the phone ring fifteen times before he hung up. He looked down at the crisp, clean blue shirt and the matching boxer shorts. At least he would get out of his sticky, day-old clothes, he thought, undoing his necktie and stripping out of his shirt.
He didn't take the new shirt out of the package, but continued undressing, dropping his trousers and then stepping out of them, picking them up and folding them on his desk. He had just pulled his underwear down and was bending over to free them from his feet when the office door opened again. He just froze there, totally nude but for his shoes and socks.
"I made the pot triple strength," Miss Perkins said as she backed into the office, using her shoulder to open the door as her hands were occupied with holding the tray that held the coffee pot and cup. It was only when she'd turned, kicking the door closed, that she realized her blunder.
"Oh, my goodness! Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said. She made no move to leave the room, but stood there, as frozen in place as he was, her big brown eyes darting over the hairy expanse of his manly chest, over the huge, flaccid length of his penis, the pendulous bag of his fur-fringed scrotum.
Bill straightened up. His momentary flush of embarrassment was gone. It vanished the second he realized that she wasn't sorry, that she was enjoying the show. The look in her eyes told him that, the feral, animalish look of feminine lust as she took in his long, limp cock, his hairy loins. If she wanted a show, he would damn well give her one!
"Come here, Sue," he said. "Come over here and put the tray down."
If Sue Perkins had wanted to leave, had wanted to get away, now was the time, now before the hairy, naked man had gone any further. But she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay, to explore the long-suppressed passion she'd felt for her boss, her commander.
"Dammit, you heard me!" he snapped, pointing a finger at the desk, indicating where he wanted the tray placed. As she moved to obey him, meek, mild, her face brightening with shameful color, he knew that he was going to fuck her, that fucking her there in the office was the only thing that was going to soothe his pain.
Sue put the tray down and stood there, not moving back, not moving forward, her eyes downcast, still staring at his massive soft cock, his shiny, wart-sprinkled scrotum.
He grinned at her blushing cheeks, at the uncertainty that flickered across her pretty face. Then he reached down and wrapped his thick, hairy fingers about the flaccid shaft of his penis, lifting it from where it sagged against his thigh, pointing the velvety snout up at her. Slowly, he began to pump on his cock, to work the loose outer sheath of skin forwards and back, to stretch and urge his sleeping giant awake.
"Oh, my God," she moaned softly, her eyes bulging as she watched him masturbate, as she watched his limp cock begin to pulse, to throb, to stiffen into jutting, virile hardness. "God! It's so big, so beautiful! Bill, I never dreamed . . . "
"like it, huh?" he said, smirking at her, his hand fondly stroking the heavy foreskin of his immense erection. He didn't really need to ask, the breathless, wildly, lustful look on her face told him everything. "I bet you did dream about it, too."
"What?" she said, blinking rapidly.
"I bet you dreamed about this big old cock every night," he told her, working his hand harder, faster, making the loose outer skin bunch up behind the suddenly flaring, blood-thickened head. "I bet you dreamed about me stuffing it up that tight little pussy of yours."
"Oh," she said, as if he'd punched her in the stomach. Her cheeks were touched with rose pink and her breathing was ragged, irregular. The sight of him toying so viciously with his long, thick cock was tearing her apart.
"You'd like that right now, wouldn't you?" he said, letting go of his penis. The luridly erect staff stuck up from his hair-matted loins like a great, ruddy cobra, swaying back and forth above the fat, semen choked orbs of his testicles.
"God!" she whined, softly, her hand jumping up to cover her mouth.
"Strip down, Miss Perkins," he told her. "Strip all the way down. I like to see what I'm getting."
like an automaton, she obeyed him, shrugging out of the suit jacket and skirt. For a moment, she stood there, clad only in a see-through, tricot brassiere, peach-colored half slip and panties. He was surprised to see how big her breasts were and how narrow her waist was. She was some kind of piece! She unhooked her brassiere and let it slip from the firm, jutting cones of her breasts. Her nipples were already crinkled up, sticking out from the peaks of her snowy cones like pencil erasers. Then, she pushed down the slip and panties and stood before him completely naked.
"Sonofabitch!" he swore, his eyes greedily licking over the secretary's luscious young body. She had a deliciously beautiful belly, flat and seductive and it tapered to a perfect pair of hips, sveltely flaring but without an extra ounce of fat, and a soft fleecy brown pubic vee that was so light and fluffy that it looked like down.
As he leered at her, his hand automatically went back to his cock, back to pumping it. Still blushing, she let her legs flare open suddenly, letting them come completely apart, as she showed him the pink, petulant, nearly hairless slit of her tight little pussy.
"Closer," he growled. "Come closer."
She did so, her lush breasts jiggling slightly, nuzzling together as she moved. Without pausing, Bill rammed his hairy hand between her quivering thighs, clutching at the fervently heated mound of flesh that was her naked cunt.
"Oh! Ohh!! " she gasped as his single, stiffened finger slithered hotly along the tight-lipped slit of her pussy, as the soft pliant folds of her cunt flowered eagerly like the first buds of spring on a hot day, nakedly opening and offering her boss complete and unquestioned access to the sweet secret pleasures of her wanton young pussy.
The halves of her cunt spread vulnerably apart like the sections of a sweet Danish pastry as his finger hotly probed the clasping depths of her cuntal wetness.
"Bill, oh, Bill," she crooned, grabbing at his thick wrist, pulling his hand harder against her naked pussy. "It feels so good!"
It felt good to Bill, too. She was tight as a high school virgin. He had a hell of a time getting his finger in and out of her narrow passage at first, but then, with the heat of her growing arousal, slick, warm juices began to flow from the depths of her belly, lubricating the way for his hard-driving finger. And as he worked his finger over the fat pink pearl of her clitoris, her legs began to scissor open and shut against his hand, to scissor in an obscene motion of naked incitement. He knew she wanted him, wanted him so badly she could hardly stand it!
He kissed her tenderly on the lips, contemplating fucking her right then, brutally and without mercy, fucking her until those long, slender legs of hers turned to jelly, until she screamed and squealed until her voice went hoarse. He contemplated it, but he didn't do it; there was something else he wanted first.
I Ie pushed her back a little and took his hand from her pussy, pulling his cock down so the broad, bulbous head pointed right up at her face. "How about a little suck, Sue?" he said. "I know you've been dreaming about that, too."
She blushed marvelously as he touched a naked nerve. "No, I couldn't, I mean, I never have . . . " she said.
"I'll teach you," he said, grabbing hold of the back of her neck and pulling her face down towards his lap, down towards his lewdly erect cock. He pressed the purplish, plum-shaped head of his cock against her soft lips, moistening them with the white, oozing fluid that seeped from its slit.
"Open your mouth, Sue," he coaxed her. "Open your lips and lick it a little. You'll love it. I promise, you'll love it."
Sue gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips wide enough for him to slip the bloated head of his cock over her bottom teeth, through the softly quivering ring of her lips. She shuddered violently as she felt the heaviness, the heat of it pressing down on her tongue and out on the insides of her cheeks.
"That's it, that's it, now just work that hot little tongue of yours around some, swirl it. Ohhhhh, yeah. That's it! Faster, now! Suck a little harder!"
Sue gulped again and again and did as he told her, horribly humiliated by what he was demanding of her, but afraid to try and turn back now that she'd come this far. She sucked and swallowed again and again around the hotly pulsing bulb and as she did, she could feel his manly arousal growing. The flow of his pre-cum grew heavier, thicker and when he pressed his open palms against the sides of her head, trapping it, she feared that he was going to finish it that way, that he was going to shoot his molten cum down her throat.
"Keep on! Don't stop sucking! Just keep on sucking and swallowing!" he groaned, starting to fuck into her obscenely ovaled lips with long, deep, gagging strokes that bumped chokingly against the back of her mouth. Down past his cock, he could see the twin jiggling mounds of her breasts, her nipples hard and hot from her excitement, from the thrills she was getting from his penis. He was very pleased with her performance so far. If this was her first time at giving head, she was a natural born cocksucker!
Suddenly, Bill let out a loud grunt and his hips bucked lewdly forward, jamming the blood-engorged tip of his cock against her throat. Waves of pleasure rippled up his madly flexing penis, waves of pleasure followed by waves of hot, steamy cum. It surged into her open throat in a white-hot torrent.
Sue gagged and coughed on the incredibly thick and nasty fluid of his ejaculation, but he held her head so firmly between his hands that she could do nothing but gulp it all down; it was either that or strangle to death on it!
"Drink it down!! " he cried. "Get it all!! "
Tears brimming in her eyes, tears of shame, of humiliation, she obeyed, nursing frantically on the pulsing penis, fighting to stay ahead of the steady gushing. Finally, the head stopped throbbing against her lips and tongue and it slipped moistly from her mouth, leaving a big gob of semen hanging from her bruised lower lip.
"Lick your lips," he said, leering at her.
The secretary swept her tongue over her mouth, licking up the gooey blob and swallowing it down. No longer was she afraid of what he had to give her. She wanted it all. Her head reeled from the nasty, cloying taste of his sperm, from the sweaty, musky smell of his loins. She staggered back against the edge of the desk, gripping it for support.
Without a word, Bill gripped her about the waist and hoisted her up, planting her naked buttocks on his desk.
"Ooooof!" she exclaimed as she came down hard, her long, sexy legs splaying wide.
Before she could recover, Bill was putting his hands to the insides of her knees, spreading her thighs even further apart, lowering his head between them.
"Bill!" she wailed. "No, please! Please, it's dirty to do that! Please, please don't!! "
He ignored her protests and pressed his face to her open crotch, his lips brushing electrifyingly over each warm, moist folds of her pink pussy. He gave her the kind of fervent soul kiss that sent rippling chills of animalish excitement racing along her naked spine.
"Oh! Ohh!! ! " she whimpered, her eyes opening wide.
His lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like node of her clitoris, the seat of all her pleasure. Feverishly, like a dog burrowing his snout into a warm meal, he nosed and tongued his way between her widely splayed thighs, his tongue hotly caressing the throbbing, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris as she spasmed with frenzied desires beneath his skillful kisses, wildly aroused as he hotly laved the naked moist slit of her pussy. He wallowed in the fresh, sweet taste, the pungent, slightly funky aroma of the wet furrow under his face.
There on the desktop, her lithe young body shivered and writhed uncontrollably as his tongue squirmed peeper and deeper into her pussy crevice. A thin line of droplets already rimmed the ragged pink folds of her pussy and he could taste their perfume-like delicateness with his laving tongue tip as he plunged it into the undulating folds of her cunt and deeply speared it into the clasping confines of her vaginal sheath.
Sue moaned as though he were beating her, but under the hoarse pleading, the shrill mewls for mercy, he could sense her true emotion . . . wild, abandoned lust.
Suddenly, Bill lifted his head from between her wildly thrashing thighs, pulling his tongue from her wet pussy with a nasty, sloppy slurp.
"Oh!" she moaned, looking down over her heaving tummy, down as he put his hand to his cock, to the long, hard thickness of his erection, the purplish head throbbing as his lust-heated blood surged through it. His balls were enormously swollen and dangled between his legs, bloated with the volume of pent-up sperm they held.
"You're going to get it, now, Miss Perkins," he said, thickly, crawling up between her trim smooth legs, up on the desk, pushing her thighs up and back until the hardness of her knees crushed down hurtfully into the sweetly jiggling mounds of her breasts. She was nakedly exposed to him now, all of the secrets of her feminine genitals vulnerably open and unguarded. I le could see the beads of dew-like moistness lining the soft, trembling slit and further down, under the mouth of her vagina, he could see the hairless, tightly puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in fear and shame.
Sue turned her head to the side, ashamed to look at his face because of the lewd vulnerability of her position. But when he urged his loins forward, pushing the lust-swollen tip of his cock into her wet furrow, sliding it over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, insinuating its broad, hard head into the pink, hair-rimmed cleft of her pussy, she jerked her face back and stared, gasping into his luridly grinning countenance.
"You're going to get all of it," he promised her, reaching down between their bellies and gripping the hugely erect thickness of his cock and pushing it up between the rubbery pink lips of her pussy. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion, and the wispy, dank curls of her pubic fleece teased his cock and the hot, hard orbs of his balls. He eased his cock into her a little and groaned aloud as he felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open and then close hungrily around the purplish bloated head of his cock.
"Oh!" she gasped, her eyeballs rolling up in her head so only the whites showed as the monstrous engine surged up into her eager young cunt.
Bill was relentless. He rammed himself into her with a single, cruel thrust that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cock boring ruthlessly into her quivering belly.
"Ohh! Owww! Please!! Not so quick!! It hurts!! " she wailed.
He was deaf to her cries. He smiled obscenely as the walls of her cunt clamped heatedly over the turgid pole of his cock, gripping him like a hot velvet fist. The sight of her flinching, wincing as he shoved his penis deep into her upturned pussy was incredibly satisfying to him. Grunting like an animal in heat, he began hunching hard into her, trying to hurt her more, wanting to inflict more pain on her. His thrusts were intentionally hurtful and deep and with every backward movement of his lust-hardened erection, he pulled his cock almost completely out of the clinging pink grip of her pussy, leaving just the thick, bulbous head inside her cuntal lips until, with vicious ferocity, he would push forward again, skewering her painful and bringing a new cry of anguish and shame to her throat. He pushed aside the delicate, moist pussy flesh inside her tightly clinging cunt in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene smacking noise against the warm, wet upturned flesh of her crotch.
It was all Sue could do to hold on for dear life. His balls were slapping into the smooth hairless cleft of her nether cheeks, beating a lewd tattoo on her madly winking anus. The savage, insistent sluicing of his huge penis through the liquid grip of her cunt was becoming was arousing, so exciting that she feared her loins would burst into flames with the frenzied passion of her boss' delicious fucking. Every deep-thrusting, pleasure-giving stroke of his massive erection brought her that much closer to the pinnacle of her long-sought climax.
Then she could feel it coming, bearing down on her like a runaway freight. She knew that this would be the "big one," the kind of gut-wrenching orgasm that all women pray for and few ever obtain. Her knees were nearly doubled and her breasts flattened beneath them. Flickering tingles of pleasure exploded from the crushed, bud-like tips of her nipples as the backs of her thighs ground down onto them, rubbing them into wickedly hard erection. She could feel them pulsing with desire as Bill's weight pushed her legs over them in time with the deep thrusting lunges of his massive cock. Her cunt tightened suddenly as the end drew closer, gripping his steely-boner like a Vaseline filled rubber glove. The two of them ground together animalishly, panting and groaning and sweating until their bodies slipped against one another wetly.
Bill thrust into her with an inhumanly cruel lunge that bored right through her belly and seemed about to burst from her throat. She was helplessly impaled, writhing like a pig on a lance, squirming and twisting under him in the long hard thickness of his glistening cock.
Suddenly, she began to moan and shriek, her throat vibrating as she humped up at his deep-thrusting cock. She gurgled deep in her lungs as her cunt flowered hotly around his cock, a gushing torrent of her love juices bathing his long stiff erection with warm, slithery fluid.
He groaned as his cock dipped again and again into the seething depths of her sloshing wet cunt, and he knew that it would only be seconds before his naked young brunette climaxed about his hard-thrusting pole of manly virility.
'Oh! OH!! Yes!! OH, YESSS!! " she bawled, her feet kicking high over head, her belly rippling with the joy of orgasm.
It was all Bill could do to stay on top of her the way she was bucking and humping up from the desk. He crushed his fingers into the softness of her butt-cheeks and kept right on fucking until his whole crotch exploded, until his penis began to pump and throb frantically. He let out a sigh of relief as he felt the seething rush of his boiling sperm jet up the inside of his cock and burst from the knobby head in powerful spurts.
Sue screamed shamelessly as she felt the first waves of his white hot cum slosh wantonly down the sperm-starved sheath of her pussy and into the writhing depths of her belly. She screamed and continued to cum, her pussy milking the thick, viscous seed from his pulsing balls.
As he pumped out the last, delicious flickers of his own climax, teasing the joy from his draining testicles, Bill knew that everything was going to be all right, that even if he lost Connie, he could always have Sue, have her any time, anyway he wanted her.
CHAPTER SIX
For a moment, Connie knelt there, paralyzed by shock as she watched the Gruber brothers surge into the bathroom, their big, calloused hands busy at their zippers. Then, it hit her. She remembered what she'd overheard them talking about just the day before, what Luke promised to do, to turn her on, get her all warmed up for his two loutish brothers! A shiver raced up her spine. What an idiot she'd been to think that she could win Luke over with her charms, with her lustful feminine passion! He didn't care about her, all he cared about was debauching her, degrading her.
"Lookee there at Luke's finger!" Tom said, thickly. "Man, he's finger fucking her up the ass!"
Suddenly, Connie was once again aware of the hurtful intruding presence of the finger pushing deeply into her plundered rectum. Her face blushing scarlet with shame and anger, she jumped up, ripping the digit from her anus, stumbling back away from the leering men.
Luke slowly rose to his feet, his glistening penis already beginning to grow stiff again as he thought about the sweet gang rape that was about to take place. Quick as a snake, he reached out and grabbed Connie by the hair, wrenching the squealing, naked young wife from the wall, grabbing her wrist and binding it up high behind her back.
"Nooo!! ! " she wailed, trying to struggle against the arm lock and succeeding in only hurting herself more. As she struggled her just-fucked pussy made an embarrassing farting sound and a great rush of trapped semen and pussy juice came slipping out of her cunt, oozing down the insides of her thighs in thick rivulets.
"Man, oh, man, would you look at that," Tom said, pointing at the dripping strands of cum leaking from her pinkly gleaming pussy slit.
"I'll do better than that," Rod said, moving closer to the captive housewife. His breath hissed between his teeth as he saw her ripe young breasts with their rosy pink nipple buds jutting out in defensive hardness, when he saw the nakedly exposed triangle of her coppery red pubic hair beneath her quivering smooth belly.
He reached out almost casually and put his hand between her legs. As his hard, calloused fingers began experimentally toying with her sperm moistened pussy curls, Connie closed her eyes, crimson at the indignity of being held there helpless while this grinning animal pawed her obscenely exposed genitals. She moaned in shame and humiliation as she felt the broad tip of Rod's middle finger easily part the tender and fleshy folds of her already flowered open vagina and push itself into the warm, slick depths of her pussy.
"Man, are we going to have us a time with her!" he said, greedily smoothing his finger over the slippery cuntal lining, making her vagina give out with nasty, sloppy sounds as he worked his finger lewdly in and out.
Connie had no choice but to stand there and take it, though she thought her brain would burst from the pressure of the blood rising in it as she heard him chuckle with lustful anticipation.
"Christ, let's get her on a bed or something," Tom said. "It smells so much like pussy in here that I'm about ready to go off in my pants!"
To Connie's horror and shame, all three of the Gruber brothers laughed at Tom's remark. She gasped with pain as her wrist was screwed up even higher on her back and Luke brutally shoved her forward, out of the bathroom.
Over and over, in her mind, she kept praying for them to stop, for it to be some kind of awful joke, or some kind of dream, nightmare that she could wake up from. But the nightmare just kept on keeping on. Luke shoved her through the open door to her and Bill's bedroom and viciously hurled her down onto the bed, ramming her face down into the coverlet.
She lay there, her bare, semen-soaked ass-cheeks poised, quivering high in the air, her face lowered submissively into the bed, totally vulnerable to the animalish whims of these three maniacs!
"Fucky-fucky time!" Tom said, clambering on the bed in front of her.
She moaned in terror as she felt the bed sink under his massive weight, as she felt his thick, brutal fingers twining in her hair, lifting her face up.
"Whatchou think of this?" he asked, reaching into his fly and pulling out the biggest, sourest smelling penis she'd ever seen. He held his cock in one hand and her head in the other and waved the limply throbbing fire hose of a cock right under her nose.
Connie let out a shrill, bleating cry. The stink of his big cock burned her nostrils. She didn't want to see it, she didn't want to touch it, but she couldn't pull away, not with him holding her hair and Luke still pinning her arm hurtfully up behind her back.
"Open wide!" the biggest of the Grubers said, wheedlingly. He playfully slapped her across the face with the tacky, warm length of his flaccid penis.
"Uhh! Uhhh!! " Connie whimpered as the knobbish, semen-dripping bulb smacked her lips, her nose, her cheeks, as the rank odor of his loins further invaded her nostrils.
"I think she-likes it," Rod said, chuckling evilly.
Luke leered over the woman's trembling shoulders at his brother's waggling penis. "I think he-likes it more," Luke said, laughing.
Connie knew it was true. Tom's huge penis was getting harder and harder with every vicious smack across her defenseless face. Only the root part was bending as he swung it back and forth; the rest of it was obscenely erect, throbbing with lust-heated blood.
"Open, I said," Tom repeated, twisting his hand in her hair so hard that she yelped in pain.
Before Connie could close her mouth, Tom was lunging forward, jamming the broad, purplish head of his cock into the softness of her wet lips, driving it between her teeth, into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Though she gagged, though she tried to twist her mouth away, she could not escape the lewdly insinuating cockhead. It crammed into her mouth, wedging her jaws wide apart, wider apart than they'd ever been. It felt like her whole head was going to crack from the strain. Then the stark, nasty flavor hit her taste buds and she had to fight to keep from vomiting. It tasted worse than it smelled, like it hadn't been washed in a month, a month of nightly whorehouse romps!
"Nice!" Tom crooned salaciously, pumping his fist up and down the rapidly stiffening shaft, jacking off right into her horrified face.
Caught between the two men, Connie was helpless. All she could do was whimper and whine as the hugely throbbing cock head swelled up bigger and bigger in her mouth, making her cheeks balloon out, pressing down gaggingly on her tongue. Bitter tears of shame and frustration and fear spilled from her pain-slitted eyes as the monstrous penis bulb bloated out to full pulsing hardness.
"I think she wants a little more," Rod said.
"Yeah," Tom grunted, leaning further forward, driving the flaring rim of his knobbish cockhead past the edge of her teeth, making her tortured lips pop down over it, down onto the luridly throbbing shaft, the heavy, blood-swollen veins that marbled it.
Connie whinnied through her nose, her jaws cracking from the strain, her throat aching from the size of the thing ramming into it.
"Jesus! It looks like she's trying to suck off a goddam telephone pole!" Rod exclaimed, gleefully.
Connie had never felt so callously used, so utterly shamed. The hugely pulsing penis was filling every crevice in her head and its sour flavor raged over her pinioned tongue, raged up into her sinuses like acid. The cock was almost subhuman in size, in shape, more like the member of some lower animal, a horse or a bull and there was so much of it!!
"It might look like she's sucking," Luke said, "but she isn't. She ought to be sucking."
"That's right," Tom said. "Suck it! Suck it you little slut!"
The ravished redhead would not obey. She had made a firm resolution to resist in any way she could. It was obvious that she could not escape, there were too many of them and they were too strong, too determined, but she refused to go along with what they wanted of her, refused to meekly submit to their hellish demands.
"Did you hear him?" Luke growled, bending over her naked back, twisting her arm up even higher.
Connie whimpered, but she did not suck.
"Stuck up little bitch!" Rod snarled. "Suck him!! "
"No, wait, man," Luke said, pushing back. "You take her arm. You hold her. I'm going to teach Mrs. Hot Stuff some manners."
The naked young redhead groaned into Tom's massive cockhead as Rod took her arm and screwed it up between her shoulder blades. Whatever Luke planned on doing, she told herself, she would not give in, she would not willingly suck off the lewd pole jammed between her lips, would not urge the awful, choking gusher of thick, hot semen that she knew was in store for her.
Luke levered his knee between hers, rudely forcing her thighs apart, holding them apart. Then, fast as lightning, he raised his open hand high above his head and brought it down hard on her nakedly exposed nether cheeks.
Pain. Pain like nothing Connie had ever felt exploded in her unprotected ass. Every ounce of flesh on her buttocks, her thighs quivered from the violent impact and the hurt, the awful stinging hurt was like molten metal poured over her silky, sensitive skin. She clawed at the coverlet and bit down on the horrible, living, pulsing gag in her mouth.
"Jeeez!" Tom croaked, feeling her teeth closing on his virile pole of flesh. Her jaws were wedged so far apart by the girth of his manly erection, that she couldn't really hurt him, she couldn't bite down hard enough.
"She's going to suck, goddamit!" Luke snarled, raising his hand again.
The second impact was even harder than the first. It sounded like a gunshot in the silence of the bedroom. Again, her soft feminine flesh quivered and jounced, again the searing pain lanced into her bottom cheeks.
Helpless, a captive in her own home, at the mercy of these lust-crazed carpenters, Connie sobbed brokenly into the huge bulb. She could feel her saliva flooding into her mouth, lubricating the big head, dribbling out between the tight ring of her lips and the sides of his shaft, dribbling down over her chin. It was the combination of the feel of his penis, so smooth, so velvety smooth, and the rank taste that was doing it. Still, she refused to swallow, to drink the noxious fluid that was seeping from the slit of his knob into her mouth. Better that the slimy juice ran all down over her chin that to have it in her belly.
"Jmmmm, it's getting juicy," Tom groaned, excitedly, pulling his cock back about half an inch, just enough to make her moist, warm lips pucker out around the flaring rim, then pushing back in. "Real nice and juicy."
"But she isn't sucking!" Rod said, angrily.
"Dirty little whore!" Luke growled. He took his fury out on her sleek, svelte behind, raining a wild series of open-handed slaps down on it, making her butt-flesh jerk and quiver, jerk and quiver, jerk and quiver.
Connie thought she was going to die. The blows kept coming and coming and suddenly there was no difference between the hitting and the not hitting. There was constant, agonizing pain. Pain that arched up her back and down her thighs, pain that cut right into the core of her being.
"Beat her! Kill her!! " Rod shouted, watching the wildly quivering flesh, listening to Connie's pitiful blubberings about Tom's big cock.
Luke would accept nothing less than her total submission. He spanked her bare ass-cheeks until they were marked with ugly red weals,, spanked her over and over, chanting in time to the brutal swats: "Suck! Suck! Suck!! "
The hurt, the humiliation, the terror of more hurt to come was too much for her. Connie's will snapped. like a robot, she began to nibble and nurse weakly at the gross cockhead in her mouth.
"Hey! Hey!! ! " Tom cried. "Hey, she's doing it! She's sucking me off!"
"Would you look at that!" Rod said.
Luke paused in his spanking and peered over her shoulder, at the obscene squirming of her tautly stretched lips about the massive, luridly pulsing cock. "Harder, bitch," he crooned to her, giving her a light slap on the ass.
Connie jerked as if he'd hit her with all his might. She knew that he was reminding her that if she didn't do everything they asked, everything willingly, there was always more spanking to look forward to. She started sucking on Tom's cock harder, her lips making wet, spluttering noises about the hugely throbbing head.
Then the phone rang.
The Gruber brothers held their respective breaths, their eyes suddenly full of fear. Connie sobbed brokenly into the slobber-drenched cockhead. She knew it was her husband calling. Bill, he was her only hope of rescue from these sadistic animals! But as the phone continued to ring, she realized that pinning her hopes on Bill was like clutching at a straw. She knew that when she didn't answer he would think that she was still angry at him, that she wasn't answering on purpose. He would never guess what horrible straits she was in, never guess how desperately she needed him. She realized, too, that her plight was almost entirely her own fault, that the Gruber brothers had almost so much as warned her that they wanted to gang bang her, that they would do it at the first opportunity, that if she hadn't chased Bill out of the house the night before, he might become alarmed at her not answering the phone.
Before the phone stopped ringing, the Grubers had recovered their poise. Tom started working his hips forward and back, screwing his cockhead in and out of her ovaled lips.
"Hey, man, open up her buns," Rod said to Luke. "I want to see her pussy and asshole."
As Connie felt her buttocks being brutally wrenched apart, the phone stopped ringing. All of her hopes were dashed. A kind of haze filtered down over her eyes, a haze of defeat, of subservience. She would do whatever they asked, anything they wanted, just so long as they didn't hurt her any more.
Rod leered into the thumb-splayed crevice, the tiny, rose pink, wrinkly ring of her anus, the moistly flowered pink pussy flesh surrounded by juice beaded coppery hairs.
"Man, I could sure go for a taste of that," the eldest Gruber said, smacking his lips obscenely.
Luke laughed at him. "You are a sick sucker, man," he said. "My cum is still dribbling out of her."
"I don't give a shit," Rod said, hoarsely. "I want to suck her cunt and ass. You hold her arm, dammit! Let me at her!! "
Connie felt the bed creaking as the men changed places, as Luke once again gripped her arm and Rod levered his way in behind her. Slowly, the lustfully aroused carpenter leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss right on the small of her bruised back. The helpless young wife groaned into the lewdly thrusting penis and her body shook at the moist contact of his lips. Then Rod fitted his thumbs to her tight nether cheeks and pressed them outwards, leaning forward to peer right into the thin pink folds of her hair-rimmed pussy. He could see the aftermath of the first fuck session glistening in tiny, pearly drops on her petal-like lips. His nose was a scant few inches from the silken coopery hairs rimming the tender flanges of her vagina and the heady female aroma drifting incitingly out to his flaring nostrils was one of ripeness and pungent ecstasy. He gulped hard as he pushed more firmly outwards, as her sweet, plundered cavern flowered wide open to his gaze, until suddenly it was completely exposed and the moist inner flesh of her cuntal lining came glisteningly into view.
Connie shuddered as Rod blew his hot breath softly into her, making her squirm and forcing a muffled moan to erupt from her tortured throat. Her pussy gaped open for him and there was no way she could seal it up, no way she could keep him out.
"Go on, Rod, eat her out!" Tom said, anxiously.
"Yeah," Luke said. "I want to see you lick her asshole, too."
The phone started ringing again, but Connie could hardly hear it. It was like the ringing was a million miles away, practically in another world.
Rod licked his lips and grinned at his brothers, then pressed his face forward, thrusting his open mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit. Connie's whole body stiffened at the lewd contact, but he tightened his grip on her buttocks so she couldn't wriggle free. Salaciously he kissed her sticky furrow, rolling his face back and forth, rubbing his lips over the wet and searing pussyflesh, kissing it like he was kissing a mouth, smearing the slick juices all over his cheeks. As he did this, he nuzzled the tip of his nose into her tightly clenched anus, obscenely caressing that wrinkly sphincter.
Moving forward did Connie absolutely no good. All that did was to force Tom's monstrous cock further down her throat. She was sandwiched, utterly helpless.
With one, blinding quick stab, Rob speared his tongue in between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt, waggling it deep into the slick crevice, rasping it over the oily marble of her erect clitoris.
To Connie's horror, her body reacted automatically to the abrupt entry into her already orgasmed cuntal passage; it thrust back hard, lasciviously screwing her buttocks against his obscenely buried face. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue swirling maddeningly around inside her belly.
Though she was too caught up in the awful-wonderful steam heat of the moment to realize it, the reason she was reacting so violently to the pleasurable penetration was the staggering contrast, the difference between the pain she'd suffered earlier and the delicious feather-light laving of her vaginal sheath. She welcomed anything, anything but more pain.
Pushing his mouth even harder against her widely splayed loins, Rod worked his lips over the whole of her tongue-spread pussy, sucking and licking at it wildly as her buttocks gyrated uncontrollably around his face.
"Look at her go!" Tom croaked, blinking his eyes in disbelief at the sudden transformation of the unwilling young housewife into a madly screwing whore.
Rod worked slave-like behind the kneeling redhead, his tongue plunging and withdrawing from her trembling cunt with a sucking, sluicing sound that drowned out the continuous whining moan that was coming from her flared nostrils. He withdrew his tongue from the scalding depths of her smooth, warm passage and found the erect little nubbin of her clitoris, driving his face farther into the wetly quivering crevice as he sucked and teased at it with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks in wild circles.
Somewhere the phone was ringing, somewhere husband Bill was trying to make contact. But Connie no longer cared. Her mind and body were completely out of control, driven past the point of no return by the delicious and obscene sucking of her naked loins. I let-cunt flowered open wider and wider, its hotly sliding wetness increasing with every wicked thrust of his tongue into her widely stretched hole. The sticky juice ran down the corners of his hard-sucking mouth, down over his cheeks as they pressed in tightly to the softness of her cheeky buttocks.
"Lick her ass, man!" Luke said.
"Yeah!" Tom chimed in. "Lick her ass!"
Rod moved so quickly, slipping his mouth up an inch and a half in her nether crack, planting his wet, sucking lips on her secret hole, that Connie didn't realize what had happened. She continued to grind her rear end into his face, half wild with desire. Rod let out a low, guttural growl of pleasure as he swept the tip of his tongue around her tiny wrinkly anal ring, as he stabbed that pointed tip right into it, forcing his tongue to slip up into the searing, rubbery confines of her rectum.
"Jesus! He's tonguing her ass!" Tom groaned.
"Sonofabitch!" Luke exclaimed, watching spellbound as the thick red tongue plunged in and out of that widely stretched orifice, fucking through the puckering hairless lips of her anus.
When Connie realized that something was wrong, that something had changed, it was too late to do anything about it. She was crazy with lust, out of her mind with passion, all she cared about was getting over, getting off. Whimpering like a kicked pup, she kept right on hunching back into his obscenely sucking mouth, forcing her anus to accept the full, wriggling length of his yard-thick tongue, and she found herself reaching out with her free hand, reaching out to touch the huge, hair-covered, sperm bloated testicles of Tom, to fondle them as she began to move her head more vigorously, to fuck her tight throat sheath down over the luridly pulsing shaft of his meaty erection.
"Man, she's blowing me for real now!" Tom gasped, watching her oval led lips driving down over his thick shaft, wallowing in the tight, wet feel of her throat clasping wetly at his virile pole.
Luke, too, was fascinated by the wet clasping and unclasping of her soft lips about the massive rod, by the gleaming snail's trail of hot slobber that she left behind.
Rod, for his part, could take no more ass-licking. He felt like his balls were going to explode if he didn't let off some of the pressure in them. He pulled back his face, withdrawing his tongue from the tautly flexing nether hole, and raised himself up, sliding his knees as far up between her widely-stretched thighs as he could, guiding his long thick cock forward between his trembling fingers, gently parting the curly reddish pubic hair with the rubbery rigidity of his throbbing cock head. He felt the hot, soft outer folds of the fleshy cuntal lips close wetly over his bulbous cockhead.
Connie froze as the huge penis nosed in between her parted labia. She groaned into Tom's cock as it pistoned through the warm, wet softness of her mouth. He was going to fuck her! She wanted him and she didn't want him; she hated him for what he'd already done to her and she loved him for what he was about to do.
The lewd contact of his quivering erection rammed in between Connie's milk-white thighs incited Rod to a further frenzy of lust, and unable to control himself any longer, he surged forward, driving his penis into the warm, wet pussy of the groaning young housewife kneeling subserviently under him. He gasped aloud with relief as he felt the right hot walls of her contracting cunt slip soothingly over and down the rock-hard length of his aching cock.
His blood-thickened penis was so big, so horribly big that Connie couldn't move; she didn't dare. She grunted into Tom's semen dripping cock as Rod plowed ruthlessly though her open cunt, filling it from wall to wall with his powerfully throbbing pole of flesh.
"God! Goddam, she's tight!! " Rod gasped, gripping her hips and hunching even harder, wedging his meaty erection an inch or two deeper into her belly on every lunge.
Connie gurgled around Tom's faster thrusting cock as the cruel intrusion deep into her dilated vagina grew and grew before Rod's uncontrolled assault until suddenly she felt the weight of strong muscular loins crushing against her buttocks, coarse, rasping pubic hairs scratching the velvety smooth flesh of her pussy, and his hard cockhead rammed brutally up against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside her quivering belly.
"I'm in her to the hairs!" Rod announced excitedly to his leering, red-faced brothers.
Connie whimpered, her battered lips slipping down over Tom's lurid erection almost to the broad, bristling root. Her ravished vagina felt as stretched and torn as if it had been spitted on a fence post. She tried to fight against him, clenching, squirming the muscles of her buttocks in a desperate attempt to force the lewdly invading shaft of male hardness out the way it had come in, but her efforts were worse than useless. Her desperate writhing only incited him more, wetly and warmly enclosing him while the huge cock throbbed and flexed inside her, pushing out viciously in all directions, stretching, filling her poor battered pussy as never before.
"Give it to her, Rod! Fuck the ass off her!" Tom cried, snapping his own hips, driving his massive penis through the trembling ring of her lips, burying it totally in her throat. He swiveled his hips, grinding his hairy testicles against her chin, working the sides of his hotly throbbing cock over the tight, sheathing walls of her gullet.
Luke was no longer holding her arm pinned. There was no longer any need. She was securely held, skewered from both ends at once on hot cock like a bird on a roasting spit. He let his hands roam lustfully over the length and breadth of her captive, helpless body. His fingers kneaded and squeezed her softly resilient, down hanging breasts, plucking mercilessly at the tender, bud-like nipples, plucking them into involuntary erection.
The gasping, groaning Rod began to fuck in and out of her upturned pussy in long, plunging strokes. His strong, calloused hands grasped firmly on the round, feminine curves of her hips, pushing her torso forward, then pulling it back, slipping the hot moist sheath of her widely stretched vagina more easily now back and forth over the rigidly throbbing thickness of his cock. As he did this, he also forced her mouth to move back and forth over Tom's meaty erection, her wet lips diving down to the impossibly broad root, then slipping back up to encircle and wetly clasp the massive, pulsing bulb.
Connie was pushed about like an inflatable "party doll," a cheap piece of fluff to be used, ejaculated into, then discarded. Every time she was shoved forward, shoved up the length of Rod's blood-thickened penis, she was shoved down upon Tom's huge cock. Again and again, she was battered into his sour smelling loins, his heavy swaying testicles slapping lewdly into her saliva-gleaming chin.
"Let her do it, man!" Luke said. "She wants to! She has to!"
The other two Gruber brothers stared at Luke, not understanding. He glared at them. "Let the whore do the fucking," he repeated. He leaned down next to Connie's flushed face and peered at her, at the way her whole face was distorted by the size of the quivering pole of flesh crammed between her tightly stretched lips.
"Move it!" he snarled, giving her a mildly stinging slap on the ass.
Connie's eyes popped open wide. Whimpering, she obeyed. There was no question. She started pushing her own torso forward and back, bouncing her wetly clasping channels, her plundered pussy and her violated throat back and forth over the skewering rods. To her surprise, there was no pain. She was slipping the wet, searing sheath of her cunt down over Rod's monstrous erection as easily as slipping a Vaseline filled rubber glove over a stiffened finger. And she was able to begin sucking the full length of Tom's cock, her lips sputtering and blubbering, drooling over the luridly pulsing shaft, the sinuous blue veins.
"She's digging it! Man, oh, man, is she ever digging it!" Tom exclaimed. "Look at the little slut screw!"
Then the phone began to ring again. It cut through the grunting, gasping, groaning sounds of the bedroom like a knife. It was Bill, Connie thought as she salaciously worked her naked young body between the two men's obscenely hunching loins. Tears of humiliation and shame began to pour from her eyes as she realized that what Tom was saying was the truth . . . uncontrollable feelings of wantonness and desire were beginning to surge through her imprisoned body.
Rod leaned way over her quaking back, leering at the lurid contrast of Tom's ruddy, friction-reddened cock disappearing into the chalky whiteness of Connie's lovely face, her obscenely ovaled lips sucking madly at the hard-thrusting erection. He plunged his thumbs deep into her tight asscrack and levered the cheeky mounds far apart, watching his own thick cock gliding in and out between the moist pink flanges of her cunt.
"Christ, would you look at that!" he croaked. "Would you look at that pussy!" Connie had never felt so totally debauched in all her life. She sucked wildly with her mouth and gyrated her buttocks frantically, half in an effort to end the sadistic double impalement as quickly as possible, half in an effort to prolong the flickering tingles of illicit pleasure she was getting.
"Man! She is hot, now!" Tom wailed, snapping his hips into her bobbing face, smashing his balls into her chin with a wet, nasty slapping sound.
Luke's eyes darted from one end of the subserviently kneeling, obediently bucking young housewife to the other, from the cock plowing into her pink, wetly quivering pussy flesh from behind to the cock surging between her yawning, nursing lips. His own cock was no longer flaccid and spent. It stood up like a telephone pole from his hairy loins, the massive, knobbish head thumping against his sternum, every blue veins on its underside, thick and swollen with lust-heated blood. He couldn't stand being left out any longer. He had to get in on the act, to get in on the total ravishment of the pretty young redhead.
"Hold it!" he said to his brothers.
Rod and Tom ignored him, continuing their lewd thrusting into the wetly slurping holes of the whimpering woman.
Enraged, Luke swung, first at Rod, then at Tom, hitting them hard in the shoulders with his clenched fist.
"Oww!" Rod cried, his eyes opening wide from the pain.
"Hey!" Tom complained, pausing in mid-thrust to glare at his younger brother.
"Now that I've got your attention," Luke said, glaring right back. "How about letting me in on the action, too? I mean, if it isn't too much fucking trouble for you."
"You, too?" Tom said, his face full of confusion.
"She's got three holes, hasn't she?" Luke said, grinning at his brothers.
"You mean, all of us fucking into her at once?! " Rod said, his eyes bulging from the lustful incitement that idea sent coursing through his veins.
A shiver of fear rippled up Connie's cruelly bent spine. She moaned into Tom's thick cock-root, his densely furred, musty smelling loins.
"Yeah, that's right, man," Luke said. "Only you guys got to get out first."
"Get out?! " Tom said.
"Just for a minute, man," Luke assured him. "Just until I get in. Then we all go to town on her. We'll fuck the slut every which way but loose!"
"Yeah!" Rod said, pulling back, slipping the glistening, blood-thickened length of his erect cock from her wetly clasping pussy sheath.
Tom followed suit, withdrawing his penis from the bubbling depths of her throat. As the upcurving spear, the massive bull cock popped from between her tortured lips, he pushed forward again, grinding the tender, aching flesh of his scrotum against her soft lips.
Rod slipped out from between her obscenely parted thighs and the bed shifted, creaking, as Luke took his place. Connie slumped there, groaning, shaking her lovely head, uttering small gasps of shame and desperation. She knew what was coming, all right. He was going to push his hugely pulsing cock right up her ass! "Nooo, noooooo, please," she whimpered into Tom's hotly sweating testicles. "Please don't."
"Hold her still," Luke growled at his brothers. "Hold her real tight until I get in."
Rod and Tom grabbed her arms and forced her face down into the bed, forced her to stick her unprotected buttocks up high in the air. Luke could not only see the sticky, pink furrow of her open, much-fucked cunt, but between the quaking moons of her cheeky ass, he could just make out the tiny puckering ring that was his target. Prying her buttocks wide apart with the fingers of his left hand, he rammed his forefinger brutally into the dainty pink hole and began salaciously screwing it in and out, twisting it over the smooth, rubbery walls of her virginal rectum.
"Owww! OWWW!! " Connie bleated as the deeply probing finger gyrated viciously in her narrow passage, widening and stretching it in preparation for the much more horrible entry that was soon to come.
"Go, man! Go!" Tom coaxed, peering at the darting finger, the clasping, hairless lips of her anus sliding up and down, up and down.
Opening her trembling buttocks wider, Luke leaned forward and opened his mouth, allowing a big gob of hot saliva to drip from his lips, to flop down upon the frantically clenching anal ring and his obscenely plunging finger.
Connie gasped at the searing heat of his saliva, then moaned miserably as she felt the effect of that slippery fluid. His finger was going in and out easier and her ass was making horrible, embarrassing sounds. She wanted to crawl down into the coverlet, to vanish, but there was no escape from the degrading penetration, from the lurid stares of the three men about to totally ravish her in every hole.
When he had her. rectum well-lubricated, Luke pulled back the foreskin sheathing his cock and exposed the smooth knobbish head. Withdrawing his finger from her anus, he aimed the head of his bloated cock right at the tiny wrinkled opening.
"Fuck her!" Rod choked. "Fuck her up the ass!"
"Yeah! Do it!" Tom howled.
Connie knew it was coming any second, but she didn't know what to expect, what kind of pain it would cause her. Luke lunged, spearing his rock-hard penis straight at the widely stretched, saliva lubricated sphincter and her world dissolved in indescribable agony.
"YOWWWW!! ! " she bawled as the huge cock-rammed into her tender hole, mercilessly stretching her rectal ring, forcing it to yawn open, to slip over and wetly clasp the broad, throbbing head.
"Go!" Tom growled, watching with animalish incitement as his brother's immense, tree trunk of a penis bored between the silky white cheeks of her ass.
"OWWWW!! ! ! " Connie screamed again, her whole body stiffening as he lunged again, sinking his horribly thick shaft halfway into her rectum, setting her belly on fire with the friction of inhuman impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, attempting to throw off his weight, but her desperation only worsened her position. Every time she bucked and writhed, she only skewered herself further on the cock ramming in to the hilt in her tightly resisting anus.
Luke gurgled in satisfaction as his throbbing penis slid the final inch up into the hot, rubbery depths of her rectum, as his hair-matted testicles slapped viciously into the sticky wet furrow of her cunt, as she let out a long, broken wail of subservience and shame.
"Man! She's so tight it feels like her ass is skinning my cock alive!" Luke gasped.
Tom and Rod exchanged excited glances, then Rod said, "Jesus! Let us in, man! We're going batshit!"
Connie raised her burning face from the bed and looked at the two men in front of her. Both of their cocks were obscenely erect, still gleaming from the sweet juices of her body, swaying and dripping pre-cum in a steady stream.
"One pussy coming up," Luke said. He locked his arm around Connie's waist and forced her to roll onto her side, then he manhandled her over on top of him, so that she lay full length on his naked chest with his hotly throbbing cock still buried to the hilt in her rectum.
Even if Connie had summoned the strength up to fight them, she knew that it would do no good, that in the end they would win, they would have whatever they wanted of her soft, girlish body. When her legs splayed out limply over the outside of Luke's, she made no move to try and close them.
Rod surged forward, straddling his brother's knees, shoving poor Connie's thighs even further apart until he could see the tautly stretched pink ring of her anus clasping at the obscenely thick root of Luke's penis. Growling in animalish frenzy, he gripped his own cock with both hands and stuffed it straight up into the moistly gaping cavern of her cunt.
Connie let out such a piercing scream as the second man's blood-thickened penis slithered up inside her quaking belly to join Luke's shaft already buried to the balls in her rectum, that Rod roughly clamped his hand over her pain parted lips to muffle it. Half-smothered by the oppressive palm, she lay there groaning with pain and shame, sandwiched obscenely between the two brothers, impaled on their two cocks with only the thin wall of flesh separating her anus and cunt separating them.
Rod, already super-heated with lust from his previous fucking into her wet, warm pussy, began to screw furiously into that pliant, slippery fissure again, while his brother did the same from below, thrusting up into her tightly squeezing rectum with long hard strokes. In a matter of seconds, they were hitting a syncopated rhythm, one plowing into her belly as the other retreated, so that there was always something hard, and hot and thick skewering into her.
Connie was buffeted and bounced between them like a sack of foam rubber. The pain was almost too much for her to bear. She prayed that she would faint, that she would black out, but she couldn't. The doubled rods were viciously spearing into her, the twin sets of hair-covered balls bobbling, slapping salaciously into the insides of her thighs and buttocks.
Tom watched, awestruck for a moment, at the two men gang fucking the pretty redhead. He could see the pinkly clasping edges of her cunt drawing back with Rod's cock on the out-stroke, only to be stuffed back inside as he plunged it home again, deep into her soft white belly. He could see the tight, sucking ring of her anus doing the same thing, puckering about the lewdly darting pole of virility. Growling, he lurched forward, no longer able to sit back and watch.
Connie felt the muffling hand ripped from her lips and she instantly threw back her head and opened her mouth wide to let out a scream that would bring her neighbors, bring the police, that would put an end to this inhuman torture. But before she could get a sound out, something hard and huge and rubbery crushed between her parted lips. A cock! Another blood thickened cock!
"Yeahhhh!" Tom groaned, hunching forward, sliding his penis right down her throat, fucking into it like he was screwing the cunt of some much-fucked whore.
Connie tried to twist her head away, but he wouldn't let her. He held her face trapped between his hands as he animalishly humped into her pretty face, his hard, sperm swollen balls rubbing incitefully over the bridge of her pert nose.
The pistoning cocks of the other two panting men thrust faster and faster into her cunt and anus, driven on to further excesses by the sight of her ovaled lips gaping to accept the blue veined hardness of Tom's huge cock.
Every hole in Connie's body was being plundered by hotly throbbing cock! Never in her life had she ever dreamed of such total debauchery, of such degradation! The juices of her body were oozing freely, responding to the penetration, the deeply impaling thrusts automatically. Her mouth was flooded with hot slobber, slobber that eased the way for Tom's big penis. Her pussy was gushing hot lubricant, smacking and farting about Rod's hard driving cock. And the juice from her pussy was dripping down onto the underside of Luke's ass-fucking shaft and being forced up that narrow passage. It felt like all those long, thick erections were striving desperately to meet somewhere inside her, to touch gleaming bulbs.
Then the phone rang.
Suddenly, Connie had a split second of lucidity. She could hear the rasping breathing of the men raping her; she could hear the shrill jangling of the unanswered phone. She realized that she was totally helpless, totally violated, that there would be no escape. As she resigned herself to her fate, an astonishing change came over her. Wild twinges of unadmitted desire which had begun to ravage her plundered loins now took command of her body. She felt suddenly free, free to let loose, to let loose as never before. Her hips began to thrust backwards to meet the plunging strokes of Luke's cock cramming into her rectum, to jerk forwards savagely to swallow the whole slippery length of Rod's penis in her suddenly searing hot pussy. Her mouth clamped tight about Tom's darting, fucking shaft, her lips starting to suck frantically on the throat-splitting girth of his cock.
"Jesus H.! " Rod gasped as her buttocks began a lascivious gyrating rhythm of their own, twisting, writhing in wild circles about his thrusting cock, sweeping the velvety drapery of her cunt over his blood-thickened shaft.
"Mffff!! Oggggglllll!! " the ecstatic redhead gurgled about Tom's pistoning cock, every ounce of her luscious feminine flesh jiggling and jouncing as she feverishly worked herself up to the point of orgasm.
Sensing her nearness to climax, all three of the Gruber brothers speeded up their fucking, getting wilder and wilder, heaving and plunging on the sweat soaked, rumpled bed, making it creak and squeak as they raced to meet their own soul-satisfying ejaculations. The grunting, groaning, sloppy sucking noises in the bedroom were deafening.
When it happened for her, it happened like never before. It was like lightning had struck between her legs. She arched up between the three skewering rods, her hands flailing wildly, futilely in the air as the rippling spasm engulfed her loins. There was one incredibly bright flash of light between her ears, and then she started to tumble, to plummet through the blackness. She could feel the muscles of her body responding to the call of her climax, her belly tightening, her pussy and anus milking the plunging cocks hard, her lips sputtering juicily about the deeply thrusting cock in her mouth.
"She's camming! Sweet God! Can you feel it!! " Rod exclaimed, his eyes bugging from their sockets. "Can you feel it!! "
Luke could feel it, all right. The powerful, inwardly rippling seizures of her rectum sucked the orgasm from his cock. He let out a low moan of animalish delight as joy exploded in his cockhead, as he felt the hot gush of his semen spurting up into her ass.
Tom grunted as the teasing, sucking pressure of her wet tongue, her softly pliant lips pushed him over the brink. He jammed his cock into her mouth to the root, and held it there, his balls mashed into her nose, the hugely throbbing head of his penis spewing thick white semen right into her belly.
The double orgasm only drove Connie wilder, only made her fall faster, made her hips jerk more violently. Those hot gushers of sperm were threatening to crack her mind! She gulped down the heavy jets of sperm greedily, her adam's apple bobbing frenetically to keep up with the rising tide.
Rod was biting his tongue, trying to hold back, wanting to get all the thrills he could out of the sight, the feel of this cumming, hotly squirming housewife. But then Tom jerked his still-spurting cock from her lips, wrapped his fist about its dripping shaft and pumped semen all over her ecstatic face. The sight of all that sticky cum raining down on her lovely face, her open mouth, her waggling tongue, was too much. Rod surged into her wet pussy like a fist going into soft butter and suddenly he, too, was ejaculating wildly into her soft white belly.
Connie drank cum until she thought her belly would explode. She took spurt after spurt of the stuff up the ass and into her cunt until she could feel it sloshing around inside her. Finally, mercifully, the spurting ceased, the mad hunching slowed, and the four of them collapsed in a totally satiated heap on the rumpled bed.
CHAPTER TEN
As Ellen closed up the last of her suitcases, she paused to survey the now sterile-looking apartment where she had spent the last two and one half months of her life. And what months they had been! Especially the last couple of weeks! The apartment had sprung to life with various ornamentations she had used for decoration and now that it was stripped of these, it suddenly appeared very barren and dry, like a desert. Scenes flickered through her mind of the many nights she had passed here, first with Fletch . . . and then with
Mike!
Ah, Mike Easterbrook! Ellen was unquestionably sorry to leave the darling boy who had taught her so much about life and sex and the wondrous carnal delights to be enjoyed between men and women! Of course, he was only eighteen years old and he had a lot to learn yet. But still, the past two weeks had shown them both very clearly where their tastes lay in the opposite sex.
Mike, for example, had told her that he would probably always prefer older woman from now on, even though Ellen wasn't exactly "older", being only three years his senior. But, still, he had said, shaking his cock at her almost as if it were a fist, he realized now that teenage girls simply didn't have . . . what did he call it? . . . something very mature-sounding . . . . oh yes! Young girls simply didn't have "the breadth and scope of experience" that were to be found in older women! And why, he had asked teasingly one night as they both lay naked side by side together, should he settle for less than the very best?
They had laughed a lot together during the past couple of weeks and Ellen was glad that the boy was no longer traumatized by her leaving. He had been very sullen and sulky for the first few days after she had broken the news to him, but after a time he came to realize what she had realized that first night after he had sodomized her so gloriously. And that was that they could never be together, not really, not as any normal couple could. He had accepted that, and had finally come to believe it, and so, although he was sorry to see her go, he knew that what she had taught him would always be with him.
Ellen closed the door behind her now and set her mind to Fletch. She knew, of course, that it might be some time before she could tell him about her newly discovered taste for teenage boys. And she knew that in time he would come to understand that it was no slight against him-she could enjoy every pleasure Fletch had to offer her and enjoy the sexual favors of youthful teenagers as well. The two options, as far as she could see, were not mutually exclusive! She loved Fletch with all her heart and she was altogether certain that she could make him understand that her own sexual needs were far deeper than she had ever before realized.
Maybe . . . yes . . . what an idea! She would be working as Guidance Counselor in the exclusive boys' school where Fletch had already found her a position . . . she could invite some of her students over for a little party sometime . . . and then suggest that they bring along some girl friends for Fletch! Then he would be able to learn from first-hand experience exactly what she was talking about! Ummmmm . . . what an intriguing idea!
"Are you ready?" Mike's cheerful voice interrupted her reverie as he playfully slapped her sumptuous rounded ass-cheeks snuggled so provocatively beneath the tight-fitting skirt she had chosen for her journey.
"Yes, darling. And I want to thank you again for driving me to the airport. I don't know what I'd do without you!" she smiled, letting her lush red lips teasingly graze across his warm moist lips as he picked up her suitcase.
"I know what you'd do," he teased, smiling lecherously. "You'd go into the bathroom . . . and close the door so nobody could see you . . . and then you'd let your own fingers do what mine have been doing for."
"Never mind, you wicked boy!" she cried in mock horror, already feeling the warm juices of her arousal beginning to seep wetly down onto the crotch band of her panties. All she had to do lately was to look at his virile young form . . . "Just get me to the plane on time!"
"You know, there is another flight leaving an hour later . . . Ellen?"
With silent mental apologies to Fletch, Ellen smiled, unlatched her apartment door and pulled Mike in after her. "All right. . . but I mustn't miss that one . . . so let's be quick about it!"
Once back inside the door, she took only her panties off and bent over the arm of the easy chair. And he worked his cock in and out of her from behind. He looked down and watched it sliding in and out, time and again sliding it in, as if trying to choke her with it, fill her to bursting with it. Again and again both his tool and his on-fire mind went down into the great cavern of sex, listening to the sucking sounds of her body as it took its full length. Ellen could see what was happening back there, but could she ever feel it all! She had to have everything he could give. She was visualizing the moment he would come, flooding her insides, the creamy juice pouring out of him, into her. Just her imagination working on it made Ellen want to scream with the thrill. The slickness of his flesh against her smooth buttocks.
"Ahhhhh!" came her womanly cry.
He felt the wonderful tremors of her beautiful body. Her face was full of tears of joy when she turned her head to look back at him. He grinned a gritted teeth kind of grin. And let his body burst free.
