It often comes as a complete surprise to find that people are not always exactly what they seem to be.
The quiet librarian who secretly waits for the moment when she can unleash her passions on an unsuspecting patron. The nurse who is ready to take on any of her patients, male or female, who think they can handle her. The teacher who, given half the chance, will not hesitate to release his perverse desires on an unsuspecting fifteen-year-old girl in one of his classes.
Lynn Nobles is one of these outwardly normal people. In fact, if anything, she seems more shy, more reserved than most. But deep within herself she is becoming the helpless captive of a reckless passion which, now that she had at last acknowledged it, must be fed a constant diet of perverse excitement.
THE WIFE'S WILD URGE -- a novel that explores a hidden segment of our society, a powerful lesson for those who refuse to believe some of the darkest problems that face us all.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Lynn Nobles was surprised to find that her husband wasn't home when she came back from the market. She'd told him that she was going to make his favorite dinner for him, and then she was going to slip into something soft and slinky. She'd also told him that there were going to be no holds barred. They were going to have a night of lovemaking that he would remember for a long time. She'd do anything he wanted. Anything. Even if it was kinky. She was in that kind of mood.
But her husband's car was gone when she pulled into the driveway and that started that nagging worry again. Bill had been in a strange mood lately. Almost like he was angry with her. She had thought that it was pressures at work. That was why she had promised him such a fun evening.
She grew angry at him. He'd mined the mood. He wasn't going to get such a chance again.
She took her groceries into the house. It was only when she walked into the bedroom that she found the letter. She read it twice, with tears burning her eyes, before she believed it. Bill had left her. He had found himself a younger woman, and he'd simply left her. Lynn sat down on the edge of the bed. This was one thing she'd never even considered. She'd thought that Bill would always be around.
Lynn stretched out on the bed and sobbed into her pillow. She cried for a long time. She didn't know how long someone had been knocking on her door before she heard it.
She stood up and walked to the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Lynn?" a male voice asked. "It's me, John. Your next door neighbor. Trish asked me to stop by and pick up that ribbon she wanted to borrow."
"All right," she said.
She opened the door. Somehow ribbon didn't seem to be important to her anymore. Nothing was important. She left the door open as she went back into her bedroom and took the length of thick red ribbon off her sewing machine. She didn't realize John had followed her until she felt his hand on her shoulder.
"You've been crying?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"
She broke down. John put his arms around her and let her cry against his broad chest. He kept patting her shoulder in a comforting way as she poured out her troubles, to him. She didn't know why she picked John, but she had to tell her troubles to somebody. Maybe somebody would tell her that she was having a nightmare and that she would wake up pretty soon and Bill would be by her side.
"Oh," she said finally, still sniffling. "I guess I've been making a fool out of myself."
"Bill's the fool," John said, "for walking out on a petty woman like you."
She fooled at him with gratitude. What she needed most of all was a man thinking she was pretty. Though she knew she was an attractive, dark baked woman of thirty, she had suddenly started thinking of herself as ugly. Perhaps every woman got that feeling sometimes. Especially those women that had a husband who left them for a younger woman.
What she didn't know was that John had always thought she was a damn fine looking woman. He had watched her often when she was walking near her house. He especially liked the summer months when she and his wife would sunbathe in the back yard. He remembered a tiny black bikini that showed off her big thrusting tits to their best advantage. He had often wished he could bury his face in those sweet jugs.
Rut she was his wife's best friend and a married woman. In a way, she was no longer married and that made her fair game.
And she was ripe for it. He had the feeling that all it would take would be a little more comforting. She was melting like warm butter in his hands already.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Lynn asked him.
Lynn had no idea that she was courting trouble.
All she knew was that she needed a man to say nice things to her. Especially a big, husky man like John. John was twice the man that Bill had ever been, and his compliments made her feel better.
"I think you're absolutely gorgeous," John said, still stroking her shoulder. "I think Bill's probably the biggest Goddamned fool that ever lived."
"Thank you," she whispered. "Oh, thank you. I need to be told things like that. I just feel so miserable."
He kissed her. She didn't mind. The gentle pressure of his lips felt good. He took her hand in his and stroked her palm with his finger. There was something extremely sensuous about the gentle stroking of his finger. It made her feel like she had butterflies in her belly.
He kissed her soft cheeks and then put his lips against the curve of her neck. She shivered as she felt him sucking at her skin, just the way the boys tried to do on dates so that she'd go home with a hickey. But John wasn't trying to give her a hickey. He was nibbling at the soft flesh of her throat like she was some kind of feast.
He pushed her down on the bed and she dropped the piece of ribbon. She felt a little dazed as he put his strong arms around her and crushed her against his massive chest. Her husband had never been a strong man. Bill worked behind a desk most, of the time, and he was getting slightly flabby. She knew that John did some kind of construction work and there was nothing flabby about him. She'd never felt such strength in a man before. His muscles felt like fire, and she felt as helpless as a rag doll in his grasp.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, just as he put his lips back against hers. This time there was nothing gentle about his kisses. His lips felt hard and demanding. They took her breath away. She felt the probing of his tongue and she obediently opened her mouth. She felt his hard, burning tongue stabbing into her mouth. He seemed determined to drive his tongue deep into her throat.
He stopped stroking her hand and he put his hand on her thigh. She had worn a pair of shorts and a man's shirt to the market. Now she fell the burning heat of his fingers almost searing her bare flesh.
"Stop," she told him. "Stop this. Your wife is just next door. We can't do this."
At the time she was protesting she knew she didn't want him to stop. She'd never felt like this before. This was the way a cave woman must have felt when a cave man took her for his own. A woman could do nothing but obey a strong man like John.
She felt his hand squeezing her thigh, and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She no longer protested. Instead she wiggled her own hot tongue into his mouth. It felt strange tongue-kissing a man who wasn't her husband. It was also exciting. Wiggling her tongue against his sent a powerful surge of need thin ugh her. She felt her nipples harden and get all tingly.
"You are a beautiful woman," John said. "The kind of woman that makes a man's mouth water. I used to get hard just looking at you."
"Did you really?" she asked.
"Yeah. I used to have a time hiding how I was feeling from my wife. Especially last summer when you had the skimpy black bikini. I used to walk around with a boner all day long."
She remembered that black bikini and she remembered how much of her creamy flesh she showed. She had almost been too ashamed to put it on. Now she was glad she had. She was glad she had tantalized this man with her body.
"Maybe I'll put it on for you again sometime," she said.
"You'd better," he said.
He slipped his hand up her body. He tugged at the shirt she had tucked into the shorts. She put her hand over his but she was too weak to stop him. He got the shirt out and he slipped his hand underneath. She shivered as she felt his broad, rough hand on her bare belly. His hand moving up until he had cupped her tit. He squeezed the round cone and pinched her nipple and she felt her tits filling up her bra a little more. She felt the heat of his fingers right through the material.
"Lift up," he commanded.
She raised up and he put his hand underneath her. He was experienced with bra hooks. He had them undone in a moment. He made her fall back again while he jerked the cups away from her creamy tits. He stared at them. The lusting look in his eyes made her feel prouder than she ever had before of her big thrusting tits with the huge, hard, light brown nipples.
He put his hands underneath them, cupping and squeezing until they felt harder than they ever had before. He held one in his hands as he lowered his head. He licked at the tingly nipple with the tip of his tongue. She felt a wet heat in her nipples. He moved his head from one creamy mound to the other.
"Gaaaa," she groaned softly. "Gaaa, you're making me feel crazy!"
"That's just how I want you to feel," he said.
She gasped as she felt him suck up more of her hot flesh into his mouth. She didn't understand how he could have room for all that titty-flesh in his hot mouth. But he was doing it, somehow. And he was swirling his tongue around her nipple and biting her with his teeth.
She didn't know what she had been missing with Bill. Bill had always been the type to jump on and jump off. It was fine with him if she was able to get pleasure. It was also fine if she did not. And she'd thought they had a good sex relationship.
In a few short minutes John was teaching her more about sex than she'd learned in six years of marriage to Bill.
"Let me take this off," John said.
She raised up again as he slipped the man's shirt off her creamy white shoulders. He was panting as he pulled her bra off and dropped it onto the floor. She wasn't completely undressed and yet she'd never felt so naked in front of a man. John's eyes devoured her big, creamy tits and caused her to blush all over.
"You really are fucking beautiful," John said softly. "You've got a fantastic bod!"
He put his hand underneath her perfect round ass. His fingers squeezed one of her asscheeks and caused a new tingly feeling in her cunt. He tugged at the zipper. He wasn't reaching it well and she had to roll over on her side. He immediately tugged the zipper down and slipped his hand inside her shorts.
It felt even better to have his hot hand squeezing her ass with only her panties as protection. She wanted to feel his hand on her naked flesh, though. She squirmed around until he got the idea. He started pulling her shorts down her legs. She kicked them off. Immediately he reached for her panties. For the first time another man besides her husband was puffing her panties down her long, beautiful legs, and another man was looking at the black furry bush between her legs.
"Mmmmm," he said. "You're even more beautiful with your clothes off. It makes my cock hurt just to look at you."
Again she had that blushing warmth over her body. She wanted to see him naked but she was too shy to tell him so. But he wasn't going to let her stay shy. John wanted to turn her into the wild and wicked woman that he knew she was. He wanted to turn her into a begging, squirming cunt. He wanted her hot and out of control, and he knew exactly how to get her that way.
"Spread your legs wide," John said. "I want to see your pretty pussy."
She spread her legs as he told her to. He was staring into the moist cavern of her cunt. Even her husband had not had this view. There was no part of Lynn that wasn't completely open to his gaze. She wasn't expecting him to suddenly put his hand over her furry mound. She gasped as she felt two fingers thrust roughly into her pussy.
"I know you'll like this," John said. "You're a cunt. I can see it in your face. And cunts like to be played with!"
His fingers were rough and thick, not at all like the fingers of her husband. And he wasn't moving his fingers in her cunt gently. He was stabbing them into her and almost bruising her sensitive cunt walls. At first it was a little uncomfortable. Then her pussy juices began to lubricate his thrusting fingers and she started to enjoy it. Her ass squirmed in a hot rhythm to his fucking fingers, and she no longer wanted him to stop.
She was no longer feeling shy. "Take your clothes off. Please strip for me. I want to see you naked."
He grinned lewdly. He kept his two fingers in her cunt as he tore his clothes off with his free hand. She sighed when she saw his thick chest covered with wiry hairs. He had a tense, flat belly that seemed to ripple with excitement. He ripped down his trousers and his shorts and she saw his huge, thick, purplish cock. She gasped as she saw the size of it. The purplish knob was already smeared with his milky white cream.
"It's so big," she whispered.
She couldn't help touching it. She brushed her fingers across the burning, aroused flesh. Her fingers felt sticky from his cum. He really had a lot. His cum was making his reddened prick glisten. It was leaking from the tip and coating his powerful looking staff.
He took her hand and put it back against his prick. This dine she laced her fingers around his steaming meat. She could feel a powerful throbbing heat through his cock. It was like the huge thing was going to explode at any moment. It frightened her, but it also kept her hot pussy riding back and forth over his thick fingers. She had never seen anything so magnificent as his prick.
John took his fingers out of her burning pussy. Suddenly she felt so empty between her legs. She could hardly stand it. She put her own hand in her pussy, just to rub herself. He roughly pulled her hand away.
"Please," she whispered. "I'm so hot down there!"
"I know you're hot, little cunt," he told her. "I'm going to take care of you. But first you have to be nice to me!"
"Oh yes," she cried. "I'll do anything you want!"
John had her where he wanted her. He took a handful of her hair rind pulled her up. She came willingly enough. She let him pull her down on her knees between his hairy legs. He held her head just inches from his swollen meat.
"I'm going to fuck you," John promised, "but first you have to worship my meat. You have to show me how much you love cock! You have to show me what a raunchy bitch you are!"
"Anything!" she cried.
She meant it. Even when he jerked her face forward and she was nearly overpowered by the strong smell of his meat. She wanted to worship it. She cupped his nuts gently with one hand. She began kissing and licking the bloated, cum covered knob. She took more of the strong taste of his jism into her mouth, savoring it. She had never cared for kissing her husband's cock very much. With John, it seemed like something she should do, just to show him how much she cared for him.
"That's good, baby," John told her. "That's real good."
She started licking the long, thick shaft. In a few moments she had licked away all of his dripping cum and his prick was glistening from her saliva. She couldn't help the impulse to slide the thick knob between her lips. Just his bloated knob seemed to fill her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and then started sucking the rest of his shaft into her throat.
She finally could suck his cock no farther. She felt the throbbing cockhead against the back of her throat. She pulled her head back and let her teeth scrape across his bloated meat.
"Oh fuck," John groaned. "Oh fucking shit!"
She started bobbing her head. She felt his fingers in her black hair, tangling in the thick strands, and making her move her head faster. She felt the hot swelling of his cockhead and more of his jism leaking into her mouth.
"Uh-uh," John suddenly said. "No, I don't want that. Not yet, anyway. First I want some of that sweet pussy of yours."
He pulled her head away from his cock. He pulled her up onto the bed beside him. Once again he started playing with her light brown nipples, his fingers causing ripples of excitement all over her body. She grabbed his hand and pulled it back to her pussy. He grinned, as he pushed a finger between her hot cuntlips. She groaned and began moving against his finger. She felt so sweet toward him. Her husband had never gotten her so hot.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh God! I want you to fuck me so bad! I need your dick in me!"
He was still grinning as he took his hand away from her pussy and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide so that he could easily stab his cock into her pussy. But that wasn't what he had in mind. At least, not right away. Instead he took his bloated meat in his hand and started to rub the thick knob up and down the hot entrance to her gash. It gave her a delicious feeling but it made her also feel hot and achey. She needed that big prick inside her.
"Oh pleaseeee," she begged him. "Pleaseeee put your cock in me. I need it so baddddd!"
Lynn was no longer the same woman she'd been a little earlier. In fact, she was different than the woman she'd been all her life. Never before had she lost so much control. Never before had she begged a man for satisfaction. She'd always had too much pride for anything like that. Yet, melting at a man's touch wasn't a bad feeling. As long as it was the right man. A strong man like John. A man who didn't ask for anything, or try to seduce her. A man who simply took what he wanted.
John put all his weight on her, crushing her big round tits against his chest. She sighed in satisfaction as she felt the pressure of his blood-filled knob pushing at her cunt. Slowly his bloated knob pushed apart the sensitive lips of her fuck-hole.
"Oh yesssssss," she cried. "Put it in me like that! I love it! I love your big cock!"
He shoved hard and she felt the long thickness of his prick slide easily into her wet pussy. She gasped as she felt his throbbing meat filling her cunt in a way that her husband's never had. A spasm of pleasure shook her body. She wrapped her arms around his broad back and tried to pull him tighter against her. She already felt as if his knob was in her belly.
"Fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me hard! It's what I need. I need to be fucked!"
John was good with his cock. He knew exactly how to make her feel the most pleasure. He lifted himself up, with one hand, while he played with her titties with the other. He started moving his hips back and forth. His thick meat slid in and out of her pussy gently, with him showing her just how delicious a slow fuck could be.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. She gripped with her legs and arms and pulled him down on top of her again. She liked the feeling of his strong body crushing hers. Again it gave her that helpless rag-doll feeling. It was how she wanted to feel.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me hard!"
But she couldn't hurry him. He wanted them both to be at the pitch of their excitement when he started slamming his cock into her. He wanted her to be able to remember this fuck for a long time. He wanted her to remember it so vividly that she would come back for more. Now that John had tapped her sweet ass, he didn't want this pussy supply to stop. Living right next door, her sweet cunt would be as convenient as hell for a quickie.
"Oh please fuck me harder," she begged. "Oh please, do it to me harder!"
Her ass had started wiggling from side to side and he could feel her doing things with her pussy walls. Hell, she was a sweeter piece than his own wife and he'd thought his wife was the best. John knew he couldn't keep fucking her the easy way. He could feel the liquid fire in his balls and he knew he was going to have to give it to her just as hard as she desired.
"Okay, babe," he said slowly. "This is what you want."
She gasped at the first powerful thrust. She came off the bed to meet the next one. She started rising to meet every hard stab of his burning cock. She felt like she was in a combat with him, to see who could fuck the longest and sweetest.
"That's how I want it," she cried. "Oh yesss, that's the way! Oh, it feels so niceeeee!"
She felt like he was trying to stab his bloated knob deep up into her belly. She felt a knob in her belly, and a sweet tension going down her spine. She knew what was happening to her, and it had never felt so good.
"I'm going to come," she squealed. "I'm coming! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard! Fuck meeeee HARDDDDD!"
He thrust his cock deep into her as her body went crazy. She wiggled beneath him like she was a fish on a hook. The pleasure spasms shook her deliciously. Her pussy soaked his prick with juice. She was weak and trembling as she came back down to earth once more.
He started fucking her once again, almost as soon as her trembling had stopped. She could feel his fat cock growing inside her, and she knew that he was soon going to be shooting his wad into her cunt. She tried to move as he began to thrust his prick into her a little faster. She rubbed her tits against his chest.
"Play with my balls," he told her.
She squeezed her hand between them and she found his heavy sacs. She began squeezing them gently each time he thrust into her. He grew more excited. Already she could feel his cum leaking against the sides of her pussy. She squeezed her pussy walls together and felt more of his wet cum. "Ahhhhh fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm going to flood you! I'm going to flood your fucking cunt! FUGKKKKK!"
She humped up to meet his thrust and she felt the hot spurting of his cock. Her cunt was immediately filled by his thick, wet jism. She could feel it leaking out of her fuck-hole, wetting the tangled hairs of her pussy and her soft thighs. She felt him slowly pulling his wet prick out of her clinging cunt. She felt him rubbing his prickhead against the hairs of her cunt.
"You were fantastic, babe," John said. "I have to get that ribbon home now, but I'll be back to see you. You can bet on that."
Chapter Two
Lynn felt terrible. She had heard from her husband, or at least from her husband's attorney. She had spent all of that afternoon with him. Her husband wanted a divorce. He wanted his freedom so that he could move in with his younger woman, and eventually marry her. Lynn could have the house and what money there was in the bank. Also there would be alimony payments until she married again, so money wasn't Lynn's problem. Her problem was being lonely. She could have done without the house and the money if she could have had her husband back.
Lynn felt so bad that she didn't feel like cooking. She stopped off at the corner grocery store, a little place that was different from all other corner grocery stores. The little store was in an expensive part of town.
It was almost closing time and there was nobody in the store but the owner. Lynn was immediately sorry she'd come in. His name was Brad Conners and he was a big, red-faced man with roving eyes. She'd never liked him very much. He was always trying to put his hands on the women who shopped there. He was never too obvious about it, but Lynn was sure that he did it on purpose. She put on her no-nonsense face and approached the deli-counter.
"I'd like a ham plate," she said. "And could you wrap one of those big pickles up with it?"
"I'll do that," he said. "You don't usually come in this late to buy. You're not cooking tonight?"
"No," she answered.
He nodded. "I guess a woman living alone doesn't have any real need to cook a lot. I guess it saves a lot of work, but I bet it gets awfully lonely."
"Could you hurry, please?" she asked him patiently. "I'm in kind of a hurry."
He grinned. "Now where would you have to hurry off too? There's nothing at home but a t.v. and maybe a book to read. You should stay and enjoy some conversation."
"I don't enjoy your conversation," she said sharply.
She had angered him, but she couldn't help it. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. He was undressing her with his eyes. She didn't like the feeling that she was fair game for every horny male in the area. She had made a mistake with John. She had been lonely and he had taken advantage. She wasn't going to let it happen again.
Brad Conners walked around the counter and put the dinner in front of her. "You know something. You talk pretty nasty for a lady who couldn't keep her husband at home. How come he left you? Did he find some stuff he liked better?"
"That's none of your damned business," she answered.
She didn't want him to see her crying but she felt tears stinging at her eyes. She could hardly see to find the money she had tucked down into her purse. Finally she found it. She took the money out and tried to hand it to him but he wasn't paying any attention.
She suddenly realized that he had backed her against the counter. He had his fat arms on both sides of her and she couldn't slip away. He smelled of sweat and meat. His eyes had an angry glint as he pushed his body closer to hers.
"Here's your money," she whispered.
"I don't want your money, baby," he said. He started stroking her soft black hair. She jerked her head away. He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back again. It hurt! "You don't need money in here anymore."
"Let me go," she said.
"You hurt my feelings," he told her. "I was trying to be nice and you hurt my feelings."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"That won't do. You're going to have to make it up to me."
She was suddenly very frightened. There was not much chance that anyone was going to be coming into the store this late in the day. Everyone knew that Conners closed his store on the dot. And nobody would be missing her. She was starting to realize that she was at this man's mercy. "I have a cot in the back," he said.
"You must be crazy," she said.
He put his arms around her. She struggled but she was no match for him. He crushed her tight against his chest. She felt his fat hands stroking her back. She thought she was going to be sick as his hands slipped down her back and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass. She couldn't escape from those hands. She had never hated a man's touch so much, but he wouldn't release her.
"You feel real nice," he said. "Just like a woman should. You know, I've always wanted to feel your ass!"
"Let me go," she said.
"Baby," he said. There was the sudden sound of a threat in his voice. "You can do this the easy way or the hard way. Now, doing it the hard way might get you hurt. Bad hurt. And nobody's going to care."
What he said was true. She could fight him and he would end up getting what he wanted anyway. Only she would suffer more. A big man like Conners might hurt her worse than he intended. He might break something or ruin her looks. Lynn knew she was going to be on her own for a long while. If she wanted to find a new husband, she had to use what she had. Few men would want to marry a woman who had a broken nose and all her teeth missing.
"All right," Lynn agreed. "I won't fight you. I don't want you to hurt me."
"Now you're being smart," he said.
His face was full of anticipation as he went to lock his door and pull the closed sign down. Lynn didn't try to escape. She had told him the truth. She would give him what he wanted. She was too frightened of him.
He nodded and she followed him into the dark room behind the grocery store. Lynn felt a cold chill go up her spine as she looked around the dingy looking room. There was a cot. A metal thing with a dirty yellow mattress. She didn't want this. Not with this ugly man in this dirty room. There was no way she could get out of it.
She was facing the cot and he came up behind her and put his arms around her. He pulled her back against his body. His hands roamed all over her body. She shivered as his fingers found her tits. He started massaging the creamy mounds. She thought she was going to be sick. She wanted to jerk away, but she didn't dare. She didn't want to do anything that would make him angry.
"These are nice," he said, as he played with her tits. "Real nice. I've always wanted to play with tits like yours."
He pulled at her blouse. She felt the air touching her bare belly. He pulled her blouse until it was up around her neck. He cupped her tits again, and this time there was nothing but her bra between the searing heat of his fingers. She tried not to feel anything. She tried to think of other things. But it was no use. Her round melon tits were the most sensitive part of her. She couldn't hide the fact that her tits were swelling against her bra, threatening to pop the material at any second.
"Well," Brad said. "You're not as cold a bitch as you're always trying to make out. You like to have your tits played with."
He let her go. She was surprised. But he wasn't stopping. Instead he turned her around. His big eyes grew bigger as he stared at her twin mounds. He licked his lips and she was reminded of an animal getting ready to feast.
"Take it all off," he said. "I want to see what you've got."
She reached behind her and unhooked the bra and let her big tits spill out of the cups. She dropped the bra on the floor. She tried not to think about his eyes as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing her panties and shoes and she stopped before she went any farther. She didn't have the courage to pull her panties down her legs.
"All of it," he said, "or are you waiting on me to do it for you?"
She didn't want him doing it. Very quickly she stripped the flimsy panties down her gorgeous long legs and dropped them into the floor. She felt his eyes burning holes in her body. She raised her head and found him staring at the bushy black triangle between her legs. He rubbed the front of his trousers and she saw the thick bulge already formed.
"Baby," he said. "You are something else. Turn around slow. Let me look at that beautiful ass of yours!"
She did a slow turn for him, and all the time she could feel her face blushing hotly. She felt like a slave on the auction block and Brad was deciding if he wanted to buy her. He made her turn around two more times and all the time he licked his lips.
"You're a damn fine piece of ass," Brad said.
The next time she turned completely around and stopped. Brad had taken his trousers and shorts down. She was startled by the thick piece of meat that stood up between his legs. It was long and thick and had deep blue veins on the bloated cockhead. His fat cock reminded her of him.
"Now you just bend over the cot, baby," he told her. "I want you to just reach over and grab hold. I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy doggie style."
She turned again and bent over from the waist. She felt wicked as she held onto the cot. She knew that he could see everything she had, and it was such a shameful position. She felt so vulnerable. There was nothing she could do to defend herself, to keep him from using her just as he desired.
"You're a sweet looking piece," he said softly. He walked up behind her. She felt his fat cockhead rubbing wetly against her creamy thighs. "I don't believe I've ever had any pussy that looked as good as yours. I wonder how you feel?"
Brad took his prick in his hand. He pushed his bloated cockhead against her gash. He began rubbing his prickhead up and down in her hot pussy. He felt her shiver. He knew she might hate him, but she was having trouble hating his fat cock.
"I'm going to give it to you good," Brad told her. "I'm going to shove my meat right up your snatch!"
He had already gotten her juicy enough. He pushed his cockhead into her pussy and then slammed forward brutally. His thick filled up her pussy and made her squeal.
"How does that feel, cunt?" Brad asked her. "That really fills up your cunt, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted. "It does! It fills me up!"
She heard Brad laughing as he pulled his cock half out of her tight cunt, and then slammed it back into her again. She didn't want to feel anything, but his cock was so big and fat. When he shoved it into her, she could feel her hard little clit rubbing against it. It sent delicious shivers up and down her spine.
She tried not to feel anything as Brad started fucking her pussy. She couldn't. She admitted to herself that she was loving every thrust of his fat cock. She didn't like him, but his cock was making her feel so good. She wondered what was happening to her. She had never been so crazy about cock when she'd been married. Now that she was getting a divorce, a man's cock seemed to be the most exciting thing in the world to her.
"Move that ass," Brad commanded. "Start moving it, cunt!"
She started moving her ass from side to side, and then humping back to meet his thrust. She could feel his big cockhead trying to dig deeper into her belly with every thrust. She felt his big hands going around her and cupping her round tits roughly. She felt him jerking her back a little harder so that his prick threatened to rip her in two.
"That's it, bitch," Brad told her. "That's the way to move that big ass! That's the way!"
"Oh my God," she whispered softly.
There was something exciting about the degrading position he had put her in. There was something lewd about doing it standing up, with him thrusting in from behind her. His prick seemed to fill her hot pussy as she hadn't been filled before. She felt like she was being used and she actually liked the feeling. The thought of being used by a man sent ripples of pleasure all through her body. She wanted this to last forever.
She suddenly felt him pulling his big cock out of her snatch and stepping away from her. Her first frantic thought was that he was done, that he was going to leave her hanging. But she turned her head and she saw his thick prick still waving rigidly.
"Don't stop," she begged him.
"Ahhh," Brad said. "You're not such a stuffy, proud bitch now, are you? Not after you've had a little feel of Brad's big prick. How come you're not looking at me like I'm dirt anymore?"
"Oh please," she whispered. "I don't care what you think of me. I need your cock! Don't stop!"
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'm not going to stop. Get up on the cot and spread your pretty legs."
Now she knew what he wanted. She scrambled up on the cot and lay down on her back. She spread her pretty thighs and let him gaze directly into her wet snatch. He licked his lips. His big, meaty cock looked as if it was growing bigger.
"You've got a beautiful cunt," Brad said. "Just beautiful. It makes a man want to fuck you all day long!"
"Come on and fuck me then!" she begged.
He crushed her with his weight as he dropped down on top of her. He put his hands underneath her and lifted up her asscheeks. He slammed his cock deep into her cunt. She gasped as she felt his brutal thrust, and then a second brutal thrust.
"Cunt!" he said. "I'm going to show you what fucking's all about! I'm going to fuck your big ass off!"
"Oh yessss," she cried.
Brad was fucking her like a wild man. He was angry at her for all the times she had snubbed him. He wanted to show her what she had been missing. He gripped her sweet big as tightly and he tried to drive her right though the bed with his thick cock. He loved the feeling of her hard, pointy nipples rubbing his chest. He knew that meant she was turned on, and that he was doing it to her.
"You fucking cunt," he moaned. "You sweet cunt! I'm going to tear your big ass off!"
"Yes," Lynn cried. Lynn had completely abandoned all her moral thoughts as she raised off the bed to meet his thrusting prick. "I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard! I love your big dick!"
She squeezed her cunt walls on his thick cock, and she could sense the excitement that went through him. She remembered what John had liked. She slipped her hand between them and she found his heavy balls. She started gently squeezing them.
"You cunt," Brad cried. "Jesus, you cunt!"
He went crazy. He started stabbing his fat dick into her pussy as hard as he could. She felt the swelling of his prickhead and his first leaking juices.
"I'm going to fill your fucking cunt," he yelled. "I'm going to pour my jism in your pussy!"
She raised up to meet his thrust once more as she felt the warm spurting of his jism. He spurted into her twice and filled her cunt with his cock cream. She moved her ass on the bed. She moved back and forth so that her cunt was milking his cock of every drop. She felt the tension at the base of her spine.
"I like your cock," she squealed. "I'm going to come with you! I'm going to come! That feels sweet! That feels so SWEEETTTT!"
She'd been lucky. She felt his thick cock growing limp just as she flooded his prick with her juices. He moved back and forth a couple of times but then his wet cock slipped out of her. She breathed a sigh. She wished he had enough to make her come a couple of more times. But Brad was too out of shape, and he was already getting dressed.
"You were pretty damn good," Brad told her. "I like the way you shake your ass!"
She felt tears stinging her eyes as she started to get dressed. She was feeling bad over the way she had acted. She couldn't hide the fact that she had loved his cock. She also couldn't hide the fact that he had made her come.
Even a man like Brad had made her come.
She realized she was getting to be fair game for any horny man in the neighborhood.
Chapter Three
Lynn was late arriving at the party. Lynn hadn't wanted to come at all but John and Trish had convinced her that a party would be good for her. They convinced her that it was time to quit fretting over being an abandoned wife. At their party she could meet new friends, especially men friends. And she could have a good time and shake off her bad mood.
Lynn was wearing her most expensive evening dress since the party was formal. The dress was a long baby blue clinging thing that hugged every curve. The gown dipped low in front so that it looked like her tits would fall out at any minute.
"Lynn, darling," Trish said, as she met her at the door. "I'm so glad you could come."
Trish was a blue-eyed blonde, who wore an evening dress of black knit and no bra. Her tits were small but firm and Lynn could see her big brown nipples underneath the material. Lynn wondered why John strayed when he had something like Trish at home.
"I almost changed my mind," Lynn said.
"I'm glad you didn't. You look positively delicious. And you also look like you could use a drink. You'll find John in the kitchen making some. I have to circulate."
Trish gave Lynn a sisterly kiss on the cheek and then went off to circulate among her guests. Lynn had always been a little jealous of the easy way that Trish met people. Trish had a way of turning men's heads. Not just because she was beautiful, but because she made a man feel as if he was the most important person in the world.
Lynn was starting to feel miserable. This was the first party she'd ever been to by herself. She felt like everybody was looking at her with pity. Except a few of the men. Some of them were looking at her as if they were hunters and she was some kind of animal that they were going after. Lynn licked her dry lips. She sure could use that drink.
Lynn didn't speak to anyone as she hurried into the kitchen. She sighed as she saw that John was alone.
"I could sure use something strong," she said.
John looked amused as he handed her a drink. His eyes wandered over her. She felt herself blushing although she didn't know why she should. John had already seen everything. Lynn blushed even redder as she remembered that time on her bed.
"What are you thinking?" John said.
"Oh," she said, sipping at her drink. "Nothing."
"You were thinking about us," John said. John stepped close and put his strong arms around her waist. Immediately she felt breathless. John was such a good looking man. Tonight he didn't look like any construction worker she'd ever seen. He had on an expensive angora sweater that made his chest looked wider. He had on expensive brown trousers and a pair of brown shoes. She could smell his expensive after-shave as he pulled her close.
"Yes," she admitted. "I was thinking about us."
"About the other day?"
"Yes!"
"I'm glad. I want you to think about us. You're such a fine looking woman, Lynn. And a fine feeling one."
He put her drink on the table. He pulled her close again and kissed her hard on the mouth. He kissed her cheeks, her throat, her bare white shoulder. She felt a tingle go down her spine, and those little fluttery feelings in her belly. She had never been around a man who excited her like. John did.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested. "Trish might come in at any minute."
"Forget about my wife," he said.
He put his broad, strong hands on her ass. He crushed her tight against him so that she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers. For a few moments he rubbed her ass. She was feeling more out of breath every moment. She found herself kissing him back. She forgot about Trish. She only thought about the good feelings he was giving her.
"I want you to do something for me," he said.
"Anything!" she gasped.
"Get down on your knees."
She knew what he wanted but she couldn't refuse him. She fell down on her knees in front of him. He sat down in a kitchen chair and spread his legs. He took two big handfuls of her raven black hair and pulled her in between his legs.
"You remember how I let you worship my prick the other day?" he asked her.
"Oh yes."
"Then do it again. Except this time I'm going to let you take me all the way. I'm going to come in your sweet mouth."
She hesitated only a moment before she reached for his zipper. She wasn't sure she wanted him to come in her mouth, but she knew that she had to do anything he asked. The excitement he gave her was already making her body tremble, and her nipples stand up to hard points beneath her gown. She couldn't refuse him.
"That's it, baby," he told her. "Take my prick out. Do it slow and easy."
She got his stiff prick unfolded from his trousers. She didn't remember it being so big. The huge, purplish cockhead stared at her in the eye. She felt her heart pounding.
"Lick it," he told her. "Lick it all over. Cover it with your sweet spit."
She hesitated again. She thought about where she was and what she was doing. At any moment, someone could walk in. Maybe even Trish. She would be found on her knees sucking John's cock.
John's marriage would be mined. Her reputation would be mined. She wouldn't be able to hold her head up again.
John thought she had waited long enough. He tightened his grip on her head and pulled her closer to his prick. She could smell the strong odor of his meat. She liked it. She put her lips obediently against the tip of his purplish cock. She tasted his salty flavored cock cream. She drew her head back.
"You really want me to do this?" she asked. "Right here?"
"Yes," he said. "Show me how much you like my prick. Suck me off."
She nodded. She licked the tip of his cock with her pink tongue. She kept licking until the crown of his cock was glistening with her spit. Then she licked down the long, meaty shaft. She sucked at the loose skin around the thick meat. She went lower, letting her black hair fall around her face, as she kissed and gently nibbled at his balls.
"Jesus," John groaned. "You're a natural at this. You're a natural cocksucker."
His compliment pleased her. She held her hair back from her face as she licked back up the length of his cook. She put her mouth back against the bloated cockhead. Slowly she sucked his throbbing meat into her lips. He tasted so strong. She had to pull back for a moment to catch her breath. She felt his strong fingers pulling her face back against his cock.
"Take it in your mouth," he urged her. "Suck it, baby. Suck it down deep and I'll give you a hot mouthful of cum!"
She widened her lips again. She took just the crown of his cock into her mouth. She could taste some of his cock cream leaking onto her tongue. She sucked him deeper. She could feel the excitement growing inside her. She was getting hot sucking his cock.
"Yeah, baby," John groaned. "Take it all. Take the whole fucking thing in your mouth!"
She closed her eyes and took the bloated knob deep into her throat. She felt his big cockhead pushing against the deepest part of her throat before she stopped sucking his flesh. She held him inside the hot wetness of her mouth for a few moments. Then she slowly pulled her head back, letting her teeth scrape the hot flesh.
"You sweet bitch," he said. "You sweet Goddamn bitch! You know how to make me crazy!"
She moved her head forward again, slowly and sensuously, letting his cock slide across her velvet tongue and into the depth of her throat. She could feel, the powerful throbbing warmth of his cockhead, and she could taste more of his cream leaking down the back of her throat.
She staffed to bob her head a little faster. She felt the hot swelling of his cock, and she knew she wouldn't have to wait long before he shot his thick wad down her throat. She had never had a man come in her mouth before, but she wasn't frightened. She wanted it. She wanted to show John just how much she worshiped his big prick.
"You sweet bitch," John groaned. "That's the way to use that tongue on me! You sweet cocksucking bitch!"
His compliments made her flush with pride. She moved her head faster. She swirled her tongue around the bloated cockhead. She knew she was being used simply for his pleasure and she loved it.
"You bitch," he yelled. "You bitch. I'm going to fill your mouth. I'm going to give you a cum-bath! You sweet sucking bitch! You sweet sucking BITCHHHH!"
He crammed his meat into her mouth and held her head in a tight grip. His thick jism began to spurt into her throat and she had to swallow to keep from gagging. She swallowed again and again and she still couldn't keep all of his rich cream in her mouth. She felt it spilling out her lips.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet bitch!"
He moved his cock in her mouth very slowly until the last drop had been drained from the bloated tip. Then he pulled it from between her cum smeared lips. She wasn't ready for what he did next but it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He bent forward and let his still hard prick go down the valley between her tits. She felt the wetness of his prick against her titty-flesh. He slowly drew his prick out of the warm cavern once more, but she could still feel wetness against her tits.
"Oh my God," she said softly.
"You look hot, baby," he said.
"I am," she moaned. "I am hot. I'm so very hot."
"My prick won't be ready for a while, but you stay right where you are. I'll be back in a moment."
"Where are you going?" she asked, alarmed.
"You just stay right there and don't worry," John said. "I'm going to take care of you."
She was embarrassed but she remained where she was as John got his trousers and zipped up. He took the drinks he had made and left the kitchen. It seemed like he was gone a long time, and she was beginning to wonder if he had forgotten her. She had decided he had and was starting to get up when a tall, blond man came into the kitchen.
She saw that John was behind him, and John carefully closed the door behind him.
"Hey, babe," John said. "This is my boss, Jerry. He's a good fellow but his wife doesn't take good care of him. He appreciates a good looking woman like you."
"What are you saying, John?" she questioned.
"He's going to take good care of you. While I make sure that his wife doesn't start looking for him."
She blushed but this time it was an angry blush. She got to her feet quickly. She was panting as she looked up at John. He must have suddenly gone crazy. She wasn't going to be passed around like she was some kind of party favor. She had too much pride to be treated like that.
"What do you think I am?" she asked him. "I'm not that kind of woman. I'm going home."
"No, you're not," John said softly. "I know what kind of woman you are. You're a hot blooded piece of ass. That's all. You were made for a man to fuck."
"I won't be treated like dirt," she said.
John put his arms around her and kissed her. In a moment she was writhing against him, unable to control the surge of blood that went through her. She felt a wicked need between her legs, and she knew that John was telling the truth. Any man could fuck her. He didn't even have to ask. Any man could take her in his arms and reduce her to a silly, wanton piece of ass. She had no more strength to fight him off than a helpless child would have.
"See there," John said, grinning lewdly. "Now you be nice to the boss."
John stepped back and the tall, blond man took his place. For a few minutes she tried to resist, but Jerry was nearly as strong as John. He kissed her hard, and played with her ass, and reduced her to a wiggling shameless bitch.
"Oh, please don't do this to me," she begged him. "I'm really not that kind of woman."
"I know exactly what kind of woman you are," Jerry said. He took two strong handfuls of her asscheeks. He pulled her tightly against him so she would feel his hard dick. "John told me all about you."
She was already hot and there was no use fighting anymore. She was shivering from the heat in her body. She quit struggling and she fell against his chest. She made a sobbing sound in her throat as she allowed him to do what he wanted.
He lifted her evening dress up above the luscious roundness of her asscheeks. She felt his fingers slipping inside her panties, touching the bare flesh beneath. His fingers almost burned her. She moved closer to him. She could feel his hot prick throbbing.
"Baby," he said, kissing her throat. "You are something else. You are really sweet!"
He was slipping her panties off. She started trembling as she felt him pulling them down her long, shapely legs. He knelt and she took them off. He put her flimsy blue panties into his pocket.
"Just something to remember you by," he said.
He put his hands around her waist and he lifted her up to the kitchen table. He pulled her evening gown up around her waist again. He spread her legs wide. She knew she must really look lewd as he stared into the spread lips of her pink pussy. He grinned and licked his lips.
"You've got a beautiful cunt, baby," he told her. "I'm going to enjoy putting my cock up your snatch!"
He reached up and pulled down the cups of her evening gown. Her big round tits spilled out. He cupped both of her creamy mounds and brushed his thumb over the already hard nipples. She sighed. What was the use of fighting the wonderful feelings that he gave her? She loved it. She moved closer to him on the kitchen table.
"You're a hot bitch," he said. "A really hot bitch!"
"Oh yess," she answered him.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled his hard prick out. He kept his hands on her tits as he moved close. The head of his long cock was right at her snatch. She moved a little closer. She gasped as she felt the petals of her cunt part to admit his cockhead. His cockhead felt snug and tight in her pussy.
"Oh yessss!" she sobbed.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back and she humped down on his prick. She felt his long cock going deep into her pussy. He was filling her cunt the way she needed. It didn't matter that she was acting or looking lewd. The only thing that mattered was that big, hot cock stabbing her pussy.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh, fuck me good! I need it!"
"Shit, baby," Jerry admitted. "I need it, too. It's been a long time since I've had a good piece of ass!"
He began to move back and forth rapidly and his cock was doing a good job in her pussy. His cock wasn't as big as John's, but it was filling her snatch and rubbing her aroused clit the way she liked. She felt so wild as she moved her ass back and forth along the table. Her insides felt like they were turning over. Jerry was the fourth man to fuck her since her husband had abandoned her. And she had loved every time.
"I love your cock," she whispered. "It fills me up so good. I love your hard dick!"
He was unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers and shorts down, even as he stroked her pussy. He was pushing her back on the kitchen table and he was climbing on top of her. She hoped it wouldn't fall down. That would be embarrassing for both of them. But then he was on top of her, his dick somehow getting deeper into her cunt, and he was humping the shit out of her and she was loving every inch of his big, hot prick.
"Give it to me!" she screamed. She was no longer whispering. She didn't care if the whole damn party heard them. "Oh, give me that big, fat dick! I love it!"
She clamped her legs even tighter around his back as he plowed into her cunt. She could feel his big knob stretching her pussy lips to the limit each time he slammed into her. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on squeezing her cunt walls together. She knew she was getting to him. She could squeeze her cunt walls and feel every inch of his powerfully throbbing dick.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "Hot damn, you sweet fucking bitch! You make my fucking prick feel so fucking good!"
She felt the hard knot in her belly. She knew that her orgasm wasn't far off and it was going to be a good one. The excitement of doing it on the kitchen table with the danger of being caught, was really making her blood boil. She found herself hugging him closer, rubbing her big tits against his chest, moaning dirty words into his ear. Her cunt felt like it was going to explode.
"I'm coming," she gasped. "You big bastard! Your cock feels so good! I'm coming! I'M COMINGGGGG!"
Her pussy started making wet sounds as she flooded his cock with her juices. She felt his hot cock swelling and she kept humping back against him, even as the last shiver of delight went through her body. Suddenly he pulled his cock out.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"There's something I've always wanted to do," Jerry said. "Now I have the chance."
"What is it?" she asked.
"I want to come in your face. I want to see my cum running down your cheeks."
Another spasm of delight went through her over his lewd request. She nodded. She got off the kitchen table and went down to her knees once. She laced her fingers around his stiff, throbbing pole. She held her head upright with his dick just over her face. She began to skim her fingers back and forth over his cock. She felt a drop of cum against her cheek.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "This is what I want! This is what I fucking want!"
She tightened her grip and moved her hand faster. Suddenly he gave a loud cry and pushed forward. She closed her eyes as she saw the first spurt of his cum. She felt a gob of jism on her cheek. Another gob running down her chin and dripping wetly on her tits. She opened her mouth. She tasted some of his cum on her tongue. She swallowed it with a gulping sound. Finally he had no more cum to give her.
"That was good, babe," he told her. "I wish I had a picture of you. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman with cum on her face!"
Lynn was in a dazed condition. So much had happened to her in the past few minutes. She was barely aware that he was pulling her to her feet and adjusting the cups of her gown.
"I hate to cover those up," he said, "but I'd better. And you'd better wash your face. We wouldn't want any of the other fellows getting any ideas. Or would we?"
Lynn's face blushed red with shame.
Chapter Four
Lynn slipped out of the back door and hurried home. She felt sick to her stomach. She stripped off her gown and dropped it onto the floor in her bedroom. She got into a hot shower and scrubbed herself until she felt raw. She felt dirty, dirtier than she had ever felt in her life. She couldn't wash it away. It hadn't been fair to just pass her around from John to Jerry. She didn't want to be used. She didn't think of herself as that kind of person.
She sat on her bed and sipped at a drink she had made for herself. She liked the warmth of the alcohol. She wondered what she was going to do with herself. She couldn't say no. She knew she couldn't stay in this neighborhood any longer. Not after what had happened. She would have to sell her house and move away. She would have to try and find a new life for herself. If she could find a good job, and maybe an attractive man to keep her satisfied? Then maybe her life would be good again.
She heard a sound. She listened. Footsteps in her living room? She shivered as she heard a man's rough voice calling her name. She wondered what he was doing in her house. Maybe he was a burglar or a rapist or someone like that? She reached frantically for the phone, but she was too late. A tall, red-headed man pushed open her bedroom door and came in.
"What do you want?"
"Don't you recognize me, honey?" he asked. "I'm Pete Daniels. I live down the street."
She recognized him then. He was an accountant who lived a few houses down. He had been at the party with his wife, a mousy looking woman. She wondered what he was doing here. She didn't like the answer that came to her mind.
"What do you want?" she asked again.
"Well," Pete said. "I saw you leave the party. I thought you might be a little lonely."
"I'm not," she said.
"Now that's not very nice," Pete Daniels said. He was looking her over carefully. He had always thought she was a good looking woman, but she'd never given any man in the neighborhood a tumble. Now John had started spreading the word that she'd put out. Pete was determined to find out for himself.
Pete liked the way her, blue robe hugged her sweet looking body. She looked like she'd just stepped out of the shower. He would bet that she had nothing on under that robe. The thought of her naked body made him tremble with lust. He wanted some of that fine looking stuff. It didn't matter if she didn't want it. She had nobody around who was going to protect her.
"Why don't you relax, sugar," Pete suggested. "I thought the two of us might have a party."
"Are you crazy?" she asked.
He watched her backing up on the bed until she could back up no farther. The front of her blue robe came open. He caught a glimpse of her firm, creamy thighs before she jerked it frantically back together. He imagined that he could see a couple of her curly black pussy hairs.
She was breathing fast and he realized that she was scared of him. That excited him. He had never had a woman scared of him before. He felt strong, like a Goddamn caveman. Pete could make this woman do anything he wanted. He could make her go through the paces like a trained dog. Like a bitch in heat. It was a feeling he'd always wanted to have.
"Why don't you take the robe off?" he asked.
"You are crazy," she said.
"No," Pete said. There was a hard glint in his eyes. "I'm not crazy. I just want to have a little bit of what you have. You won't miss it, sugar."
"I'm going to scream," she said.
Her threat did no good. Pete came toward the bed. The lustful look on his face frightened her even more. He was determined. Nothing was going to stop him from taking exactly what he wanted. Lynn searched his face for any sign of mercy, but there was none. He wanted her pussy and he was going to get it.
"Please," she begged him. "Don't do anything to me. Please don't hurt me."
"Maybe I won't hurt you," Pete said, "but you have to promise to be real nice!"
Pete grabbed her. His hand was as quick as a striking snake. He got a handful of her dark hair and he jerked her toward him. He put the palm of his other hand against the front of her robe. She felt his fingers brushing one of her tits. Pete grinned.
"You've got a whopper there, baby," he said. "You shouldn't be scared of showing it off."
He took a strong hold on the front of her robe and he ripped it downward. The buttons popped off one by one. He pulled the robe off her shoulders. He gasped as he looked down at her sweet, luscious nakedness. He put his hand back on her bare tit. His fingers cupped her mound roughly. She hated the tinge that went down her spine.
"I don't want to hurt you," Pete said. "Not really. But I might if you're not nice to me. I might get mad and hurt you a lot worse than I meant too!"
"No, please," she said.
"Then you're going to have to be very nice to me," Pete said. "Very nice. You're going to have to try real hard to please me. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she answered.
It was happening to her all over again. It was the same situation that she'd been in with Brad. There was nobody around that she could call for help. Nobody cared. She was a woman alone and she had to do exactly as he wanted or he would hurt her.
She didn't want the pain he could give her. She shrugged her shoulders. There was no use fighting something that was going to happen anyway, no matter what she did.
"I'll be nice to you," she promised.
She had made up her mind and now she tried to prove it. Immediately she raised up and put her lips against his. She stabbed her fiery little tongue between his lips. She started unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as her nimble fingers could move. She peeled it back off his shoulders and started running her fingertips through the hair on his chest. He pushed her back and he was panting.
"Baby," Pete said. "You get going good once you decide to get going!"
He pushed her back on the bed. He unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down. Then his shorts. His cock was only half hard, but already it was huge. She felt her eyes drawn to the magnificent piece of male flesh. The bloated tip grew swollen under the touch of her hot eyes. She could see it pulsating.
"You like this, baby?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered honestly.
She knew there was something wrong with her for already she could feel the burning heat between her thighs. Just looking at a man's cock did that to her. He started kicking off his shoes and trousers and he climbed into the bed beside her. He stretched out on his back with his hands behind his head.
"Why don't you show me how much you like it?" he suggested.
She kissed his mouth and then let her wet lips trail down his chest to his flat, quivering belly. Now his cock was completely hard and laying flat against his belly. She touched her wet tongue to the end of the purplish prick.
"Yeahhh," he groaned softly. "That's the way to show me you like it. God, you've got sweet lips! You know how to kiss a man's cock! My wife doesn't like this, but I can tell that you sure fucking do!"
He put his rough hand on the back of her head and he slowly pushed her face farther down until her lips touched his blood-bloated crown. It was easy. His throbbing, spermy cock slid gently between her sweet, wet lips. He gasped when he felt the touch of her tongue. Her tongue played around the bloated crown. He felt like he was pushing his cock into a velvet wetness, his balls immediately growing heavier with cum. He pushed with his hips and drove his swollen prick deeper into her hungry feeling mouth.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned softly. "You are something else! You sweet sucking cunt!"
He had never felt this good before. Her sweet, hot mouth was doing strange things to his aroused flesh. He felt his knob pushing against the deepest part of her mouth with each bobbing movement of her head. He wanted to cram his meat in deeper but he knew he'd never control himself after that.
"That's fucking nice," he whispered. "Baby, you know how to make a man feel good!"
Her head bobbed faster. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back. He tangled his fingers in her dark hair and he began thrustin up. She choked and spit out some of his leaking juice. He held her tighter. He crammed his meat in farther.
"Shit, I like that," he groaned.
She forced her head up. "Aren't you going to fuck me?"
That was when he knew that she was just as hot as he was. And he wanted to stick his dick into that sweet hot pussy of hers. He pulled her beside him.
"You're Goddamn right I'm going to fuck you," he told her. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass off!"
He crammed his hand savagely between her legs. He plunged two fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned and pushed her tits against his side. He began moving his fingers around in her warm, wet pussy. She was loving it. He could feel her ass jerking against his fingers, trying to suck his fingers deeper into her cunt.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You wet fucking bitch."
He knew what he wanted her to do. Something his wife had never done. His wife could be a cold bitch most of the time. But this hot piece belonged to him and he could make her do anything he liked. Anything at all.
"Climb on top of me, sweets," he told her. "Climb on top and let my prick into that sweet honey box of yours."
She eased herself on top of him. She sat up with his cock nestled in her raven-haired fuck-hole. She slowly pulled his long cock up into her hot cunt. It felt good. She squeezed her cunt walls on his thick, meaty cock. She shivered as she felt his pulsating cockhead.
"Oh fuck," Pete groaned. "Fuck, I knew you were good! I knew you had a tight pussy but I never expected you to be this tight! Shitttt!"
He thrust upward and his cock went completely into her wet, clinging snatch. She gasped for breath as she felt his warm meat filling her up so completely. She began bouncing up and down gently. All the time she could feel his bloated knob sliding up and down in her hot pussy. She bounced faster as the tingles started down her spine. She couldn't help but love his big cock!
"Oh shit, baby," Pete groaned loudly. "You've got some sweet pussy! You really know how to move!"
Pete thrust faster. She felt his big knob sliding in and out of her cunt a little harder. She didn't mind the rough way his cock stabbed into her cunt. Each time sent more tingles up her spine. She kept trying to squeeze her cunt walls together a little tighter, trying to make it harder for him to get into her.
"Jesus, you cunt," Pete groaned. "You're killing me with that sweet pussy! You're killing me!"
She reached down and took his strong, rough hands. She brought them up to her tits. His fingers squeezed her titty-flesh willingly. She squealed with delight.
Her pussy was dripping juice and his cock made a loud, wet sound each time he thrust into her. She took his hands away from her tits and she bent over. She rubbed her big tits against his chest. She loved the feeling of her nipples rubbing against his hairy chest.
She felt his hands on her back. He stroked her back for a few moments. Then he moved his hands down to cup her ass. Suddenly she was riding him a little faster. She felt one of his fingers exploring the crack of her ass. She shivered as one of his fingers was roughly thrust into her tight anus.
"Oh God," she cried out. "That feels funny!"
It felt good after a few moments. His finger thrust in and out of her ass with the exact rhythm he was using to thrust up into her cunt. She grew hotter. Her pussy was dripping more juice. She felt like her body was being ripped apart and she loved it. She rode him as fast as she could.
"Oh yeah, baby," Pete cried out. "That's the fucking way to move your sweet ass!"
She closed her eyes and put her face against his shoulder. She nibbled at his salty tasting shit. She felt his finger thrusting deeper into her asshole. She had never felt that before, but she found she didn't mind the feeling. It felt good.
She could hear the slippery sounds her pussy was making. The sounds excited her. There was a tremendous pressure in her belly. She needed release. She couldn't remember ever coming more than once in an evening. This was her second time. And it felt like it was going to be better than the first.
"Oh Pete," she groaned. "I think I'm going to come! It feels so good! God! GODDDD!"
Hot pleasure spasms shook her body. She ground herself down on his hard prick as far as she could. She wanted his steamy meat to get deeper inside her, as deep as it was possible. His bloated knob kept pulsating hotly and driving her into a frenzy of animal passion.
"You sure are a hot bitch," Pete groaned. "But now I want you to roll over. I want to be on top."
She rolled off his cock. She stretched out on her back and spread her creamy thighs. She looked like a wanton slave spreading her legs for her master. Pete felt like a master as he looked at her beautiful, lush body. God, she was gorgeous. Those big creamy tits were really beautiful. He could see her flat belly quivering. Her black hair was spread out on her pillow, framing her beautiful face.
"Put it in me," she said. "Get on top and put it in me!"
"You fucking bitch!" he said.
His big balls felt heavy and swollen. He could feel a hot tingly sensation all over the length of his aroused cock. He was hungry to stab his cock into her pussy. He already imagined what it was going to be like with him on top of her. He would get his prick in deeper and he would pound her into the bed.
He wanted to keep looking at her but he knew his prick was going to explode at any moment.
"You sweet looking cunt," he said savagely. "I've never wanted any woman the way I want you."
"You can have me," she whispered. "I'm yours!"
He made her lift her legs so that her knees were back against her big tits. That exposed her pussy even more. It made her seem even more vulnerable to his attack. He put his hand over her juicy mound and he heard her gasp.
"Jesus," he groaned. "You're a hot bitch. You like to have your cunt played with."
"Oh yes," she moaned.
He stabbed two fingers into the warmth of her cunt. He moved his fingers around and he felt her respond. Her ass was bucking up as if she was trying to suck his fingers deeper into her gash. One of his fingers brushed her tiny, blood-filled clit. She screamed and nearly jumped off the bed.
"Jesus," he said. "I can hardly wait to put my prick back into that sweet cunt of yours!"
"Then don't wait," she cried. "Please don't wait! I need a good fucking!"
He positioned himself behind her so that his bloated knob, dripping with cum, poised right at the entrance to her snatch. Slowly he pushed forward. He felt her sensitive cunt lips giving way. His bloated knob pushed lust inside her wet gash. She began moving her ass from side to side in her excitement.
"Put it in," she moaned. "I want to feel that big dick of yours in my pussy!"
He could hear her breathing hard as he drove his prick into her. He felt his heavy balls against the backside of her pussy. He felt her wiggling like he had set her on fire.
He hadn't expected her to get this hot. After all, she had already come once. He had always thought of her as a wild woman, but he hadn't known how wild. John had been right when he'd spread the word that Lynn loved pricks!
"Sweet baby," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy!"
"Fuck me good and hard," she said. "Fuck me hard!"
She was saying all the things she knew he wanted to hear. He couldn't control his hunger and that was the way she wanted him. She got a feeling of pride that she could make a man feel so hungry for her pussy.
"Put it in deep," she told him. "Put your big cock in as deep as you can!"
He lost complete control. He started driving his prick into her hot pussy as hard as he could. He rested his weight against her and held his cock inside her as deep as it was possible. He brought it out and slammed it into her again.
"You cunt," he said. "Cunt!"
"That's right," she whispered clutching his back. "I am a cunt! Your cunt! Fuck me good!"
He fucked her as roughly as he could. He tried to pound her ass right into the bed. She didn't seem to mind. She met his every thrust with a movement of her ass. Her cunt muscles squeezed his flesh. God, he'd never had a pussy like hers before.
"You're really giving me a ride," he groaned. "You're really giving me a fucking ride!"
He took his cock out of her pussy and let her legs fall flat. Then he climbed on top of her again. He felt her spread her thighs wide as he slammed his cock back between her legs. She still felt tight as he fucked her. Her pussy sucked at him like a suction pump.
He put his hands underneath her ass and cupped the big asscheeks again. A second time he found the entrance to her tiny asshole and he wiggled a finger inside. He felt her responding by humping up to meet his thrusting prick a little faster.
"Ummm," she moaned. "What are you doing back there? What are you doing to me?"
"Doesn't this make you hot as hell?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered him.
He wiggled his finger in and out of her asshole with the same rhythm he slammed his big prick into her. He loved the way she jerked beneath him. He had never felt so much power over a woman before. He lifted his head so that he could look into her beautiful, lustful face. Her lips were open and he could see the tip of her pink tongue. He had never looked at a woman who aroused him so much. He remembered all of the times he had gotten a hard-on just looking at her. He would never again have to imagine what her cunt felt like.
Suddenly he knew what he wanted to do more than shooting his cum in heir sweet pussy! He started pulling out his cock once again. He felt her grabbing for his hips, trying to make him put his cock back into her aching snatch.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I've never fucked tits before," he said. "And I've always wanted to."
He moved up her body so that his prick was between her big tits. He held them together over his cock so that they formed a perfect little pocket. The feel of her flesh against his aroused prick was exciting.
"Yeah," he groaned. "I like this!"
He started to move back and forth between her tits. There was a delicious tightness around his cock. He could see his prickhead appearing at the top of her tits, close to her face.
"Put your head down," he said. "Look at it. I want you to be looking at it when I come."
For the second time that evening a man wanted to cum in Lynn's face. Lynn shrugged her shoulders. If it was what he wanted, then she would give it to him. She stared at the reddened cockhead that kept shoving up at the top of her tits. She could see the cum smeared around the head.
"Here you are, bitch!" Pete screamed. "Here you are! Take a face full of my cum!"
He watched his jism spurt into her face. He saw his milky-white cream running in gobs down her cheeks. He had never seen anything so exciting. For a few minutes this woman belonged to him. He could make her do anything.
He moved up her body and stabbed his prick against her lips. She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and let him stuff his cum covered meat into her mouth. He stuffed his meat into her throat as far as he could. He felt her sucking his leaking jism.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet cocksucking bitch! You're the best I've ever had."
They were suddenly both aware that someone else was in the room.
Chapter Five
"I'm a little surprised at both of you," Trish said. "I didn't think you had this in you."
Lynn was startled as she looked up into the amused face of her best friend. They had been so busy they hadn't heard Trish coming in. Lynn wondered how long she had been standing there watching.
"I saw a nice show," Trish said, as if reading her mind. "A private performance. And it was very good!"
Lynn didn't bother trying to hide. She knew what she looked like. She looked wild and her face was covered with Pete's cum. There was no sense in trying to hide anything. Trish had seen everything there was to see.
Pete was a different matter. He was frantically trying to pull on his shorts. He looked almost comical pulling them up his hairy legs in such a hurry. He looked a little pale, also. Lynn felt a little sorry for but. He wasn't so sure of himself anymore.
"I wondered what happened to you," Trish said.
"I never imagined I'd find this."
"I can explain," Pete said.
"There's nothing to explain," Trish said. "I've got eyes. I know what's been going on. Lynn's husband left her so every man in the neighborhood's been hitting on her. Poor child. I don't think she was ready for all this popularity."
Lynn was looking at her friend with shock. Lynn hadn't expected Trish to behave so cool about this. Trish had always seemed to be a little prudish. But here she was looking like they were sitting in the kitchen over a cup of coffee.
"Even my husband, the bastard," Trish said. "He couldn't wait to get your panties down."
"I'm sorry, Trish," Lynn said. "I didn't mean to mess with your husband. Honest."
"Don't worry about it," Trish said. "The bastard's been after anything in panties for as long as I can remember. I don't mind. I wouldn't have married him if he had been a namby-pamby type. I like men with a little gusto."
She grinned. Lynn couldn't help feeling that there was something wrong. She had never known Trish to act like this. But perhaps she had never really known Trish. They had been friends, but not the kind of friends that shared bedroom secrets. Lynn started to realize that she had been the one who was prudish. She had just never thought to ask Trish about her love habits.
"Are you going to tell my wife?" Pete asked.
"Don't be an idiot," Trish said. "I'm not going to tell anybody. And you don't have to put your pants back on either. Not unless you really want too!"
"What do you mean?" Pete asked. "I don't have to put my pants back on?"
"I mean that I enjoyed the show. It made me feel a little randy. I thought I might join the party."
Pete's mouth dropped open. It was one thing to fuck a woman like Lynn. She had been abandoned by her husband. But this was different. It was quite another thing to think of fucking a woman like Trish.
Trish was probably the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood. She was the kind of woman that every man thought about fucking. Trish was cool and cultured. She could make a man hard just looking at her.
And she had a husband who could break logs with his bare hands.
Pete was scared. He wanted no part of this. A man could get killed messing with a woman like Trish. Yet, he found his legs wouldn't move. He could feel tension in his balls. Just the thought of making it with two beautiful women made him break out in a sweat.
"Do you mind if I join the party?" Trish asked.
Lynn was the first to speak. "You're not serious?"
"Why not?"
"You mean all of us," Pete blurted out. "You mean, you want all of us..."
"You're both acting like you're shy," Trish said.
"I would have never believed it. You weren't acting very shy when I came into the room."
"I just can't believe you're serious," Lynn said.
"I'll show you how serious I am," Trish said. "I'll show you proof in living color!"
Trish had a suggestive smile on her face. She bent over and grabbed the hem of her knit skirt. Slowly she pulled it up her body. Pete saw her long, tanned legs and then her creamy thighs. There was no longer any sense in even trying to put on his shorts. His cock had grown as hard as rock.
"Ummm," Trish said. "I can see that you're interested so far!"
Lynn couldn't believe this was happening. She watched as Trish finished peeling off the knit skirt. She fluffed her blonde hair out as she pulled the skirt over her head. She had nothing on but those sheer black panties. Lynn could almost count every blonde pussy hair through those flimsy black panties.
"My God!" she said.
"Do you like?" Trish asked.
She did a turn for them. Pete could feel his heart pounding as he ogled her creamy flesh. She was so damned gorgeous. His palms itched to take hold of her. It suddenly didn't matter if she had a husband who could kill him. Nothing mattered except getting his eyes and hands full of her hot flesh.
"You're fantastic," Pete said.
"Ummmmm," Lynn agreed. "I always knew you were built good, but I never realized..."
"Then I get to join your party?" Trish asked. "I pass inspection all right?"
"Good God yes," Pete groaned. "Your husband might kill me, but God yes!"
Trish laughed. "Don't worry about my husband. He's not going to care!"
Trish moved close to Pete. He could feel those gorgeous twin peaks pressing lightly against his chest. He wanted to grab them. Instead he put his arms around her back and pulled her close. He kissed her. Her mouth tasted sweet. He felt her I tiny, sharp tongue darting into his mouth. He just couldn't believe this was happening to him. It didn't happen to men like him.
"You are hard, and ready," Trish said, as she wiggled closer. "Your cock feels like it's going to poke a hole in me."
He tried to push her down on the bed but she put both hands against his chest and held him back. "Whoa. We don't want to rush things. I'm ready, but we wouldn't want to leave Lynn out."
Lynn was shocked a second time. Trish turned and jumped onto the bed beside Lynn. She felt Trish's warm, vibrant lips brush against her shoulder and then her mouth. At first Lynn was cold. She had never been kissed by another woman before. She felt like there should be something wrong with it, something dirty.
Then she felt Trish starting to lick her face just like a friendly puppy. It took Lynn a few moments before she realized what Trish was doing. Trish was licking away Pete's cum.
"Ummm," Trish said. "Your cum tastes good, Pete. I'm going to have to taste some of you first hand!"
Trish put her sweet mouth back against Lynn's. Lynn tasted the salty flavor of Pete's cum. She tasted Trish's fiery little tongue darting into her mouth. Suddenly she didn't want to be cool anymore, but she didn't know how to respond. She felt shocked and pleased at the same time.
"Let me show you what feels nice," Trish said. Lynn was startled as she felt Trish's soft lips against her neck. She felt Trish's lips sliding down her body. She felt the first burning touch of those lips against the gentle slope of her tit. She kept thinking that it was wrong to allow another woman to do this, but she didn't try and stop her. She could only sigh in pleasure as she felt Trish's wet tongue making little circles on her nipple.
"Oh Trish," Lynn cried out. "Oh, that's nice!"
"You have sweet tasting tits," Trish said. "So deliciously sweet. I love them!"
Trish knew what to do with her mouth to make Lynn feel deeply aroused. Lynn felt her creamy globe being sucked into the hot, liquid tightness of Trish's mouth. She felt Trish's sharp little teeth biting gently on her flesh. She felt Trish's tongue still making those shivery little circles on her nipple.
"You're making me feel so hot," Lynn cried out.
Trish moved her head from one of Lynn's tits to the other. Lynn could feel Trish's silky soft hair brushed her excited skin. Lynn no longer thought of right and wrong. Her pussy was dripping juice and she could only think of how good Trish was making her feel.
She pulled at Trish's hair and this time she kissed Trish back on her open mouth. She pushed her tongue at Trish's and wiggled against it. She felt shiverish. She'd never realized kissing another woman could make her feel hot. Trish pressed closer and she could feel Trish's big firm tits against her arm.
"Don't you want to do something nice for me, now?" Trish asked.
Trish rolled over on her back and she grabbed Lynn by the hair. Trish only had to exert a slight pressure before Lynn was dropping her head. Lynn took a long look at the hard red nipples before she put her mouth against one of them. She felt Trish squirming as she sucked the nipple into her mouth. Lynn wasn't sure what she was doing, but she tried to do everything Trish did to her.
"That's the way," Trish moaned. "You're doing nice. You have a sweet mouth!"
Pete had watched long enough. He felt like it was time for him to get into action. He climbed onto the bed with the two women. He lowered his head to Trish's free tit. He could see Lynn's mouth sucking as he started kissing Trish's tit.
"Oh God," Trish moaned. "This is nice. Both of you sucking on me is so nice!"
Pete pressed closer and he could feel his cock pressing against Trish's soft thighs. He moved his head from her tit. He kissed her throat and then her lips. He felt her tongue in his mouth again. There was something both innocent and wild about her kisses. He felt her hand grabbing for his cock.
"You've got a nice big one, Pete," she said. "I like a man with a big cock. It feels good!"
He felt her hot fingers lacing around his big prick. He felt her slim hand moving up and down. He gave a low groan. He felt his cock cream leaking out and dripping over her fingers. He watched her as she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them dry.
"Ummm," she said. "You sure do taste nice!"
She put her hand back on his rigid flesh again. He felt two hands and he looked down to see that Lynn had reached over to fondle him also. He noticed that Lynn had painted her fingernails red. The effect of seeing her fingernails against his aroused flesh was startling. He could feel his cock growing harder. He could feel more of his jism leaking from the tip. He wanted to cram his cock into something.
"Ummmm," Trish said. "He's so hard. I think we should do something to make him feel better."
"Oh yes, let's," agreed Lynn.
Pete was really surprised by what happened next. He had never, in his wildest fantasy, imagined that anything like this could ever happen to him. He watched both of the beautiful women holding their hair back from their faces as they bent over his cock. He felt the delicious touch of two hot tongues.
"Oh Jesus!" Pete cried out.
Lynn took his prickhead into her mouth. It was like putting his prick into liquid lava. He felt that hot, wet tongue again. She was doing things to him. He fucked her mouth. He drove his prick deep into her throat and heard her gag.
Lynn spit his prick out but immediately Trish was on top of him. He had never had deep throat like Trish gave it to him. She drew the entire length of his throbbing cock all the way into her throat. He had never felt so much of his cock in a woman's mouth before. She started bobbing her head slowly, while her tongue worked on his steamy flesh.
"I've never felt anything like that before," he groaned. "Never! What a sweet sucking mouth! Jesus!"
Her blonde head bobbed faster. He could feel Lynn's fingers brushing teasingly across his heavy balls.
He wanted to come in her mouth but he wanted the sweet feeling of her pussy even more. He finally had to pull at her head. She raised up with a smile on her lips.
"Don't you like that?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, baby," he answered. "I like it a lot. A little too much!"
"I think he's afraid he's going to shoot all that sweet jism into your mouth instead of your pussy," Lynn said.
"You said it, baby," Pete agreed.
"Mmmmm," Trish said. "That just wouldn't do."
Trish sat back on the bed. She spread her legs so that Pete could get the full view of her pussy. He could see the pink lips of her gash even though she still had on her black panties. He felt his palms getting itchy again.
"Is this what you want?" Trish asked.
"Goddamn right," Pete answered.
Trish grinned and spread her legs even wider. Pete heard the flimsy panty rip and it aroused the beast in him. Suddenly he was throwing himself on top of Trish. He shoved his hand down the front of her panties and covered her blonde mound.
"I'll show you a good time, baby," he told her. "I'll show you a fucking good time!"
He heard her sigh as he pushed a finger inside her wet box. She began to wiggle underneath him. She acted as if she was trying to escape but he knew that wasn't true. He started jabbing his finger in and out of her cunt.
"Oh yessss," she cried. "I like to be finger-fucked! I like that!"
"Let me take your panties off, Trish," Pete said.
"Hurry," Trish panted.
Pete took his hand out of her panties. He grabbed the tops of the wispy material and he ripped it down her cream colored thighs. He spread her legs again and looked into her pink gash. God, she had a sweet looking pussy. He wanted to put his mouth there first. He bent his head and pressed his face against her wet pussy.
"Ooooh, honey," Trish gasped. "That feels nice. That feels so nice!"
Pete stabbed his tongue between the luscious lips of her cunt. He felt her shiver as he tasted her pussy juices. He pushed his tongue in farther. He felt her ass jerking around on the bed. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer.
"Baby," she cried. "Eat me! Eat my cunt!"
He moved his tongue around in her hot wetness until he found her hard little clit. He sucked it between his teeth and bit down gently. She started going out of her mind. She was humping up and trying to make him bury his face in her pussy.
"I love it!" she screamed. "I love your cunt! God, I love it!"
Lynn was stretching out beside Trish. Pete could see her long raven hair falling around her face as she put her lips against Trish's. Pete had never seen two women kiss until today. It excited him. It made him want to suck Trish a little harder.
He was aware when Lynn started kissing Trish's big tits, although he could no longer see anything. Trish had pulled him tightly against her wet snatch and he was eating her frantically, feeling the shudders that went through her each time his tongue worked.
"I want to be fucked," Trish groaned. "I want your big prick in my pussy! I need it!"
"You're going to get it, sugar," Pete promised.
Pete moved up her luscious body, resting his chest on her big, round tits. There was nothing that could ever feel as good as those two creamy globes pressing against him. He could hear the beating of her heart and he knew she wasn't pretending. She was just as excited as he was.
"I'm going to fuck you silly," he said.
"Don't talk so much," she groaned. "Put it inside. Put that big cock in my cunt!"
Pete spread her soft thighs. He put his dick against the entrance to her tight fuck-hole. He could feel excitement going through his balls. He wanted that sweet pussy bad. He pushed forward and he felt the restriction of her pussy lips.
"Push hard," she groaned. "Stuff that meat in me! I'm tight, so don't worry. Just push! Aieeee!"
He pushed hard. His hot meat filled her fuck-hole with one stroke. He could feel her tight walls grasping at his flesh. He pulled half out of her and slammed his cock back into her again. He slipped his hands underneath her soft ass and lifted her up. His big knob was sliding deeper into her belly.
"That's the way," she cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
He gave it to her as hard as he could. He could hear the loud sounds of his cock going into her cunt. He fingered the crack of her ass and then jammed a finger into her asshole.
"Aieeeee," she moaned. "You're making me crazy! You're making me crazy all over!"
"Fuck her good," Lynn said. "Fuck her like that!"
Lynn had never seen two people fuck before. Now she realized why so many men found dirty movies exciting. She felt weak and tingly all over.
She wished she had his big dick in her own pussy. She felt Trish fingering her titties. She felt a wet tingling in her cunt.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck her, Pete! Harder!"
Trish's fingers slipped down between Lynn's legs. Trish knew exactly what Lynn needed. Trish's long, slender fingers probed between Lynn's legs. Lynn felt the fingers going deep into her cunt. She sighed. Trish started moving her fingers in and out of Lynn's pussy with the same rhythm that Pete was fucking her with.
"God, I need it different," Trish said. "I want it different!"
Lynn didn't understand what was happening as Trish made Pete move back. Pete didn't like it but Trish had command. Trish was turning over on her stomach. She got on her hands and knees like a dog and moved over to the edge of the bed.
Pete was standing up, now, and he was going to stuff his prick back into her pussy.
"No," Trish said. "That's now where I want it. Fuck me in the ass! That's where I like it!"
Pete looked stunned, then brutally excited, he spread apart Trish's pretty asscheeks and pressed his cock against her tiny puckered hole. He seemed a little hesitant.
"Put it in," Trish urged. "Go ahead. I've had it in the ass before!"
Pete shoved hard. Lynn could see the look of lust that came to Trish's face as Pete pushed his bloated cock into her asshole. Lynn expected her to cry out in pain. Instead, Trish pushed backward and took all of the length of his amused cock into her ass. Lynn felt her blood racing wildly as Pete fucked her.
"Come here, honey," Trish groaned.
She grabbed Lynn by her head and pulled her toward her. Lynn wasn't sure what was going on until she felt Trish trying to pull her underneath her crouched body. Then Lynn knew. Trish wanted Lynn underneath her, wanted her lips and tongue to work while Pete fucked her ass.
Lynn wasn't sure she wanted to do anything like that, but she allowed herself to be pulled. She slipped underneath Trish. Trish's big, firm tits rubbed her face.
"Take one in your mouth," Trish moaned. "Suck on it!"
Lynn opened her mouth and sucked one big nipple into her lips. She bit down on it gently. She felt Trish pushing more of her big tit into her mouth. She sucked on the hot, creamy flesh and used her tongue. She couldn't help feeling excited. She wanted to suck on Trish's tits. She wanted everything. All the exciting things she had never done before.
"Yes," Trish moaned. "Yes, I like that. But get down a little, baby. Go down more!"
Lynn had to slip off the bed as she went lower. She found herself looking up into the pink lips of Trish's cunt. She could see Trish shivering each time Pete stabbed his cock into her ass.
"Eat me, Lynn," Trish begged her. "Eat me while Pete fucks my asshole!"
Lynn raised her head and put her lips against Trish's cunt. She could smell the strong masculine smell of her cunt, where Pete had been fucking her.
She could also smell the sweet tingly smell of Trish's cunt juices.
She pushed her face into the hot, squirmy cunt of her best friend. She lost control of herself. She ground her face tightly against the sweet pussy. She started stabbing her tongue between the meaty lips, and feeling Trish shiver each time she did. She found Trish's clit with her tongue and she pulled it between her lips. She began to chew on it.
"Christ," Trish cried out. "Oh God, fuck me! I'm getting it now! I'm getting it hard! OH FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Lynn tasted the juices of her best friend flooding her mouth. She started swallowing quickly to keep from choking. Suddenly she was tasting cum also. She realized that Pete had taken his cock from Trish's ass and his cum was dripping down her crack and into Lynn's mouth. She drank Trish's juices and Pete's cum as if she was drinking fine wine.
"Ummm," Trish moaned. "That felt, good. Good!"
Lynn was burning hot and she didn't know how she was going to be satisfied. Trish settled that question easily. Trish pulled Lynn back up on the bed and buried her blonde head in Lynn's muff. Immediately Lynn felt Trish's tongue snaking inside her pussy. Lynn had never had her pussy eaten this way before. Trish seemed to know how to chew on the moist parts of Lynn's pussy. It was because Trish was a woman and Trish knew what felt good.
"Oh Pete," Lynn moaned. "Suck on my tits, please! Come up and suck on my tits!"
Lynn felt hot and squirmy and Pete added to her excitement. He immediately put his face against her big tits. She felt his hot breath blowing on her aching flesh, then she felt his lips closing over one of her rubbery brown nipples. He sucked hard. Her flesh went into his throat as deep as it was possible. He started playing with her other tit with his free hand.
"I'm going to come," she cried. "I'm going to come! Dear Jesus, I'm coming! Coming! COMINGGGGGGG!"
She bucked wildly as the spasms of pleasure went through her. She cried and scratched at Trish's back with her fingernails. She had never felt such a powerful orgasm.
"Hmmm," Trish said finally. "I guess we better be getting back to the party. People will start to wonder."
"I could never move," Lynn said.
"Try," Trish said. "Who knows? You night even get another chance with John before the evening is over!"
Chapter Six
Lynn awakened to the loud ringing of her doorbell. She didn't want to get out of bed. That had been one hell of a party the evening before. She had found out a lot of things she hadn't known. Especially about Trish. Lynn hadn't realized that Trish was such a sexual person.
The doorbell kept ringing and Lynn knew she was going to have to get up.
"Hell," she said. She got out of bed and wrapped a robe around herself. She ran a comb through her tangled blonde hair until she thought it looked decent. Her face was a little puffy. She looked like she'd been fueling all night long.
"I'm coming!" she yelled.
She didn't recognize either of the two men standing at her front door. They were big, husky men and she was sure they weren't from around the neighborhood. They were both dressed in jeans and work shirts.
"Mrs. Nobles?" the man asked. "Yes?"
"My name is Willis Parker. This is my assistant, George."
"What do you want?" she asked.
She didn't care for the way that George was at her. He had bold eyes. They were hard and flinty and they kept undressing her. She didn't like the feeling he was giving her. Kind of shiverish. It seemed like she was getting to be a pushover for any man who looked at her with enough interest in his eyes. She didn't want to be like that.
"Are you two going to stand there looking all day long, or are you going to tell me what you want?"
"Well," Willis said. "We hate to disturb you, but your husband is late with the furniture payments."
"Furniture?" she asked.
"Yes. The new stuff you purchased at the beginning of the year. A couple of thousand dollars worth of new stuff. He paid half down but there's another thousand due."
Lynn remembered. She had talked her husband into throwing out the old living room furniture, but she had thought that he'd paid for all of it. Now the rest of the money was due and it would take more than half her savings. It wasn't fair of her husband, but then nothing he had been doing was fair.
"When did you say it was due?" she asked.
"Last month. We knew that there was no problem. You people were not the kind who don't pay debts. But we thought maybe you'd forgotten."
"We hadn't forgotten. Won't you gentlemen come in and I'll make you some coffee while we talk." She noticed the suspicious look that Willis gave his assistant. So Willis had heard something. He was worried about getting his money. She thought of him like a vulture. There would be other vultures coming around once they found out her husband had left her. All of them would be wanting their money.
She led the two men into her kitchen. She told them to sit down at the kitchen table while she made the coffee. As she moved around she could feel George's eyes still undressing her. Again she had that hot, shiverish feeling. God, what was happening to her. A man could just look at her and make her feel funny inside.
"I hope you gentlemen like strong coffee," she said, as she poured it for them.
"I like everything strong," George said.
"Now about the payment for the furniture," Willis said, sipping at his coffee. "If you could just make us out a check?"
"That's just it," Lynn said. "I can't write a check out right now. I'll have to take the money out of savings. It'll take a couple of weeks and..."
"I'm afraid we can't wait that long," Willis said. "You see, we do have a contract."
"Couldn't we work something out?" she asked. For the first time Willis gave her a long look. She felt her skin start to tingle. She had something else in mind other than what the two men were thinking of. She'd been thinking about some sort of time payments for the furniture. But suddenly she was really excited about the situation. She'd never been paid for love before. She wondered just how much she had to offer these two men. It didn't matter how much money was involved, ten dollars or a million dollars. What was exciting was the situation.
"What did you have in mind?" Willis asked.
"I thought you might think of some sort of arrangement where I could pay."
"How much is the furniture worth to you?"
"A lot," she answered.
"Then maybe we could work something out. Where is your bedroom?"
"My goodness," Lynn said, laughter in her eyes. "You do come right to the heart of the matter."
"I don't believe in wasting time," Willis said.
He looked a lot bigger when he stood up. She liked the broad look of his chest and his thick, muscular arms. She didn't think she was paying a price to keep her furniture. That was just a consolation prize. The real prize was this big, hungry looking man.
"This way to my bedroom," Lynn said.
Both of them looked surprised that she was so easy. She knew what they probably thought of her because she refused to put up more of a fuss. She didn't care. She wanted these two men. It seemed like the more fucking she got, the more she wanted.
She led them into her bedroom. Somehow it seemed natural that they should both come. They belonged together. Besides, this would be another first for Lynn. She'd never made it with two men before. Not at the same time. She was sure that it would be a wonderful new experience.
"Take off that robe," Willis said.
She didn't hesitate. She unbuttoned her robe and slipped it off her shoulders.
"God," George said. "She's naked, Willis. She's all naked!"
"I can see that, stupid," Willis said.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Lynn asked.
"Baby," Willis answered. "I think you're gorgeous!"
Willis stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her hard. She liked the feeling of his strong lips against hers. She liked the way he crushed her naked tits against his rough work shirt. She liked the feeling of his strong hands caressing her back.
"You're nice," she moaned. "I bet you're big and strong all over. Everywhere!"
She reached between his legs and touched the thick rod that was there. She could feel it grow against her fingertips until it was rock-hard and threatening to break out of his trousers. She used her fingertips to tease his prick.
"Take it out," he groaned. "Take that fucking thing out!"
She hadn't known how excited he would get. It must have been a while since he had fucked a good looking woman. He was trembling with excitement.
She knelt down in front of him. She felt his hands on her tits, squeezing roughly, as she unzipped his trousers. She slipped her small hand inside the opening and immediately touched his bare, steamy meat. She laced her fingers around the base of his hot cock and pulled it out the opening.
"Ummm," she said. "You've got a big, fat one. I like to kiss fat cocks!"
"My God," he groaned. "God, you are something else, lady!"
She didn't feel like a lady as she put her lips against the tip of his purplish cock. She had been a lady once. A happily married lady. But that had been before her husband had abandoned her and left her for any man who wanted her. She couldn't be a lady and pull her panties down for anybody. No, she was a tramp, a whore, a wanton, sexy love object. And she found that she enjoyed being that way. Just being one man's wife was not half as much fun as being any man's piece of pussy.
"Suck it," Willis groaned. "Take it in your sweet mouth!"
She grinned as she closed her lips over the crown of his pulsating cock. It seemed like every man loved what she could do with her mouth. Every man loved a blow job, and she was getting good at giving them. She was learning to love the taste of cream. She was growing to love the feel of a man's prick growing in her mouth, that tender swelling just before he exploded with a gallon of juice. It was getting to be as much fun as fucking.
She opened her lips wider and she drew the hot sword of flesh deep in her throat. She deep throated him. She got his knob almost all the way into her mouth and then she made herself relax. She had seen Trish do this and she knew she could. She waited patiently and she could finally feel his bloated knob sliding deeper into her throat. She kept sucking until all of his hot meat was in her mouth. She could feel his heavy balls against her chin.
"Jesus," Willis said. "Will you look at this bitch! She's taking all my meat. Will you look at this bitch!"
"I can see her," George said huskily.
Willis grabbed the back of her head in a tight grip. He began to slam his prick in and out of her wet, dripping mouth. She already had his prick meat gleaming with her saliva. Now his cum was mixing in her mouth and she was making wet sounds.
"She's taking me all the way in her throat," Willis groaned. "She's taking the whole fucking thing! Jesus, look at her suck! She's gobbling my prick like candy!"
Willis grew too excited too quickly. Lynn felt like he was going to pull her head off as he began thrusting his meat a little harder into her mouth. He did have a fat cock and it filled her mouth. She had to puff out her cheeks to take all of his meat. She tried to run her tongue around the bloated crown but he was giving her an opportunity to show her expertise. Finally she realized that he was enjoying doing it roughly. He was getting his satisfaction but it was hard on her neck. She felt his fingers tangling in her rich dark hair and she knew he was getting close to the point of no return. She didn't mind that. She just wished he'd get it over with.
"My balls hurt," Willis cried. "Now she's sucking my whole fucking cock and it's making me hurt. I want to shove it right down into her fucking belly."
"Do it to her," George urged him. "Fill up her mouth! Show how far you can shove your meat in her mouth!"
Willis was shoving his cock in harder. She could see George standing close by. George's face was intense. She suddenly knew that George had a lot of brutality in him. This might not be as much fun as she'd thought it was going to be. Up to that moment she thought she could control both of them. She now knew she was going to have to be careful. There was a mean streak in George. She was going to have to keep a watchful eye on him, and make sure he didn't get carried away.
"I'm going to give her my load," Willis cried. "I'm going to give her my fucking load! Get ready, bitch! This is part payment for the furniture! GET READY FOR A LOADDDDDDD!"
She was shocked by the thick mouthful of cum that his prick spurted out. She swallowed frantically, but she couldn't contain it all. She felt it dripping over her chin. He allowed her to pull her head back partially and she was able to swallow the rest of the hot jism he pumped into her mouth. "Damn," he groaned. "I never had a cunt swallow it before. They always spit it out! Damn, you are something else, bitch! You are something else!"
She was pleased at his compliment, but she was keeping a suspicious eye on George. George was undressing and there was a hard look to his face. She was worded about him. She didn't want to be hurt.
"Spread them legs, cunt," George said. "I want to take a good look at your sweet cunt!"
Lynn slid backwards on the bed and spread her trembling thighs. George's cock was already hard. It wasn't as big or as fat as Willis' prick and yet it frightened her more.
"You're a beautiful piece of ass," George whispered. "Really nice. I want to taste that sweet cunt of yours!"
She was surprised. She hadn't expected him to do anything like that. He put his head between her soft legs and she felt his mouth against her hot gash. His lips felt warm enough but his tongue stabbed like fire between her sensitive pussy lips.
"Oh my goodnesssss," she moaned.
"She likes it, George," Willis said. "Eat her pussy! Eat that snatch!"
George pressed closer to her cunt. His tongue began stabbing in and out of her cunt as quickly as he could manage. She felt shivers all over her body. Willis got on the bat with them. She felt his lips pressed against her throat. Then his wet tongue trailed down to her big tits. His hot mouth sucked at her creamy flesh. She wanted to cram her tits into his mouth.
"Oh Jesus!" she cried out. "What are you two doing to me? You're making me so crazy!"
George found her clit. She screamed as he sucked the tiny, aroused bud into his mouth. He began chewing on it and she couldn't escape the hot pleasure that flooded her. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand.
"Yes, eat me!" she cried. "Eat me!"
But George was through eating her. He had her right where he wanted her. She was a shiverish bundle of passion, ready for anything and everything. She begged him to keep eating her when he took his face away from her sweet pussy.
"I'm going to fuck you, sugar," he said. "Now, turn over on your stomach."
"My stomach?" she asked.
"Just do what I tell you, Goddamn it!" he yelled. "Don't ask me any questions."
She sensed his anger and she felt too hot to protest. She turned over on her stomach and she felt him on top of her. He reached around and grabbed her tits. He fondled them for a moment. Then she felt his hands going around to her ass. He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and thrust one finger brutally into her asshole.
"You ever had it this way, baby?" George asked.
"You don't mean in my ass?" she asked him. "Oh my God, no!"
"That's where you're going to get it, sugar. Right up your asshole. Now don't try to fight me. You're going to like it after a while. Just relax and give yourself time to get used to it."
"No, you bastard," she said.
She struggled but she felt him easily holding her down. Willis put one strong hand behind her neck and crushed her face against a pillow. She felt a sharp, fiery pain in her rectum. George had taken his finger out and he had pressed his cockhead against her tiny puckered hole. He had started pushing and his prick had popped into her anus.
She started jerking her body but that only made things worse. His meat was sucked deeper into her ass. She tried to cry out but her voice was muffled against the pillow. George was having no pity on her. He was shoving with all his might. His prick drove deep into her asshole, filling her ass with his meat. She thought she was going to die.
He was finally in deep enough so that his balls rested against her ass. He rested with his prick deep inside her for a long while. He was giving her time to relax. She was sore and uncomfortable and she still thought there was a flame of fire in her asshole.
"There, baby," George said. "It's not so bad, is it? Not once I got my prick inside your ass."
"You bastard."
He laughed and she felt him slowly pulling his prick out of her ass. But he wasn't going to stop. He suddenly slammed his meat back inside her again. It hurt like hell. She gasped and he was drawing his prick out of her for another hard stroke.
"Please," she begged him. "You're killing me."
"You'll get used to it," he told her.
She knew he wasn't going to have any pity on her. He began moving his prick in and out of her asshole with a steady, deep thrusting. He reached between her legs and found her fuck-hole. He jabbed two fingers into her cunt.
"Now I'm going to make you move your sweet ass," he told her. "I'm going to get you hot again!"
She remembered how much Trish had enjoyed being fucked in the ass. She didn't think she'd ever be able to enjoy it. It felt too uncomfortable. It seemed impossible for Trish to have taken Pete's big cock in her ass.
"Stop," Lynn begged him. "Please stop!"
But there was no way George was going to stop. He managed to get another finger in her cunt and she started to feel a little juicy. For the first time, since he had stabbed his meat into her asshole, she started feeling shivers down her spine. She tried to fight the feeling. This was such a degrading experience. She didn't want to show him that he was making her hot.
But she couldn't hide it long because George was already touching her hardening clit. She couldn't hide the way her hips started to move in response to his powerful thrusts.
"She's starting to like it, now," George said. "She's starting to move her sweet ass!"
"Give it to her," Willis told him. "Give it to her hard! I'm getting hot just watching!"
Willis moved close and she could see his hard prick. He brushed it against her cheek. He put one hand behind her head and made her pull herself closer to his prick. She touched her lips against his purplish cockhead.
"Take it in your mouth, pussy," Willis urged. "Don't be shy. You've had it in your mouth before."
She barely had time to open her mouth before he thrust his thick meat between her lips. He drove his big prick deep into her throat with one brutal thrust. She felt his cockhead trying to stab even deeper into her throat.
She felt something new inside her. There was a different kind of excitement having two cocks at once. She no longer felt degraded. Instead, the entire animal inside her had been aroused. She was raising her hips and stabbing back against George. She felt his cockhead sliding deeper into her belly.
"Oh Jesus!" George cried out. "She's really getting turned on, now. She's really getting hot!"
"She suck's like a wildcat," Willis groaned. "She must love having a fat dick in her mouth!"
"Why don't you put it in her pussy?" George asked. "Then she can have two big cocks inside her at once."
"Sounds good," Willis quickly agreed. "Roll her over on her side. We'll make a sandwich out of her!"
Lynn felt another shiver of excitement as she thought about what they were planning to do to her. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. It was not something that happened to a nice girl! But then she realized that she wasn't a nice girl anymore, she could never be called a nice girl again. She was exactly what the men called her. A woman with a hole that needed filling. In fact, she was a woman with lots of holes to be filled.
"Hurry up," Willis said, as he slowly pulled his hard prick from between her lips. "Roll over!"
She offered them no resistance as they pushed and pulled until she was lying in the position they wanted. She was on her side, slightly bent, and George was still working his cock in and out of her ass. It was an uncomfortable position, but an exciting one. Willis pressed closer to her and she could feel his hard cock stabbing at her fuck-hole.
"This isn't going to work," Willis said.
"Roll over on top of him," George told her. "You put his cock in, cunt!"
It was hard work getting on top of Willis, but somehow she managed it. George never missed a stroke. She was finally in the right position and she reached down for Willis' big cock. She rubbed the rubbery hard knob against her match.
"Put it in," Willis urged. "Put it in. Suck that big thing up your pussy!"
She got his knob between her legs and she slowly sat down on him. She felt his hot cock going deep inside her, pushing apart the walls of her cunt.
"Oh yessss," she groaned softly.
George stopped thrusting. For a few moments neither of them moved. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She could feel the two powerful throbbing cocks inside her two holes. She couldn't escape them, and she didn't want to. This was a kind of excitement that she had never had before, and she wanted it to last forever.
"Does this feel good, sugar?" George asked. "Oh fuck yessss!"
"I knew you'd like it," George told her. "I've never met a cunt that didn't like two cocks at once!"
"Why don't you quit talking and fuck?" Willis said.
Both men crushed her between them as they started to thrust into her brutally. She had never felt so deliciously fucked before. They thrust into her hot holes as fast as they could. Her body was rocked by sensations of pleasure. She tried to rub her titties against Willis' hairy chest but her body was too tightly clamped between the two men for her to move very much.
She knew she was a different woman than the two men had walked in on. She had wanted to have fun, but she'd never dreamed that fun could be anything like this. All of her hesitation was gone. She was no longer frightened of George. She loved his brutality. She loved his cock in her ass.
"Fuck meeeee gooddddd," she cried out. "Goddamn good! Fuck me like a whore, a cunt, a hole, a hot fuck-hole!"
"She's really working out," Willis said. "She's going crazy as hell!"
"I told you she'd like it," George said. "I knew she was a hot, fucking bitch!"
She suddenly knew she was going to come. She felt the tightness in her belly and the first pleasure spasm hit her like a blow. Her juices flooded Willis' thick cock.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming! I love your cocks! I LOVE THEMMMMM!"
She twisted and turned like a wildcat, as the rest of the hot spasms of pleasure went through her body. She could feel George's cock growing in her tight asshole and she knew he was going to be next.
"Put it in me deep," she cried. "Deeper!"
George was putting his cock in as deep as he could. He was trying to split her in half. He was getting too excited to control himself. He lost the rhythm, and went crazy with deep, stabbing thrusts.
"I'm going to flood your asshole, cunt," he yelled. "I'm going to give you a shitter full of my cum! Get ready, bitch! GET FUCKING READDDY!"
Almost at the same moment she felt Willis lunging upward and she felt his hot cum spurting into her pussy. Both cocks were wildly jerking inside her holes. She was being filled up with own. She could feel the hot jism seeping out her cunt and her asshole.
Willis slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt. George left his prick in her asshole for a while, but then he also pulled out. Both men left her there on the bed while they dressed. They never even looked at her again. She felt truly degraded. She had paid their price and now they were done with her!
She wondered how many other men would leave her like this.
Chapter Seven
"You have to understand that I am just doing a job," the fat, banker told Lynn. "There's nothing personal."
"I understand," Lynn said.
Lynn crossed her shapely legs and sighed. As each day passed more of her world seemed to be falling apart. Her husband was supposed to send her alimony payments, but somehow he had vanished. Nobody could find him. He had taken his young bride and skipped to some other town. There was no money coming in and her savings account was gone. She was about to lose her house, and she had applied for a loan just to keep going until she found some sort of work.
But there was no work to be found, and this man wasn't going to approve her loan.
"I don't want a lot of money," Lynn said. "Just enough to last a couple of months. Until I find a job."
"Jobs aren't that easy to get," he pointed out. "And we have to have some sort of collateral. You're already a month behind in your mortgage payment."
"But we've done business with this bank for years," she said.
"That's true," he said, "but we still can't make a loan without a proper collateral."
Lynn felt like crying, but the door was open and she could hear other people moving about in the outer offices. She didn't want to be seen behaving like a foolish woman. After all, she had known what the answer was going to be even before she talked to this man. She had gotten the little piece of paper in the mail that said her loan had been refused. But she'd had to try. She didn't know what else to do.
She'd met this banker many times in the past. She'd always resented the way he looked over her each time, undressing her with his eyes. Today she'd hoped to put his interest in her to good advantage. She'd dressed in a baby-blue clinging outfit that showed her body off to good advantage. Every time she crossed her legs she knew she was giving him a teasing glimpse of creamy thighs.
But it hadn't done any good. He was still interested in her form but he wasn't going to give her the loan.
"May I shut the door, Mr. Smith?" she asked him. "I'd like to talk over some private matters."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Of course."
He watched as she got up to shut the door. He was enjoying himself immensely. She had been in the small city bank many times, but she'd never looked so delicious. In the past she had called him by his first name, but there was a coolness in her tone. He had known she hadn't liked him. Today he was making her pay for being such a chilly bitch.
She sat back down and crossed her legs again. She was wearing a damn short skirt and he liked the view. He leaned back in his chair. She had dressed for him, and now he was wondering just how far she'd go to get the loan.
"What did you want to talk about?" he asked her.
"I need that loan very badly, Mr. Smith," she said. "You don't know how badly."
"And I'd like to give it to you," he lied, "but my hands are really tied."
"I thought I could do something for you," she said, "some favor, perhaps?"
So there it was. She was sitting there showing herself off because she wanted something from him. She was willing to do him favors. Well, he might be willing to take a favor if it was the right kind.
"What kind of favors?" he asked.
"I could do anything," she said. "I do need that loan. Couldn't you think of something, some work perhaps?"
"We don't need anyone in the bank," he said, "but I can think of something you could do."
"Yes?"
"You could suck my dick for starters!"
She turned a little red. He wondered if he had been wrong. Maybe that wasn't what she was offering. He had never gone this far with a woman before. Sure, he'd had a little fun with some of them. But he had never promised to approve a loan just for a little sex.
Finally she raised her head and stared at him. "Do you want me to do it here?"
He grinned. He could feel his cock harden. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd messed around with some of the clients. He'd gotten a free feel and a promise every now and then, but it had never been anything serious. And it had never been with a woman as good looking as Lynn Nobles.
"You really mean that?" he asked. "You want the loan bad enough to suck my cock and give me a fuck?"
"Anything you want," she answered.
"Lock that door," he told her. "It locks easy."
She got up and clicked it shut. He could see the wiggle of her beautiful ass underneath the short skirt she wore. Damn, he felt like a horny teen-age boy getting his first piece of ass. His prick was trying to break out of his trousers.
"Come around here," he said.
She walked around his big desk and stood in front of him. He took a really good look at her. She was a great looking bitch. All that black hair and those big, jutting tits.
"Take your blouse off," he told her. "Show me your tits."
This was the moment of decision. He knew she might change her mind and walk out the door. He hoped to hell she wouldn't. He was willing to give her a loan for twice as much money if she would just stay.
She started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"You were always such a big snobby bitch," he told her. "You wouldn't even look at me without showing disgust in your eyes. How does it feel, sugar? How does it feel to know you're going to give me some of that wet gash?"
She didn't answer but he didn't expect her to. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. There was nothing padded about her big tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and those big creamy globes jutted out like tiny twin mountains. He put his hands on them. He could see her wince as he ran his fat fingers over the hot flesh.
"You don't like me touching you, bitch?" he asked her. "Hell, I already know the answer to that. You can't stand me. Well, that just makes it sweeter."
He put his arms around her waist and he pulled her against him. He put his lips against one of her tits. He felt the creamy hot flesh under his tongue. She wiggled and he knew that she liked the touch of his lips. He opened his mouth and he sucked one hard brown nipple into his mouth. She might hate his guts but she liked the way he sucked.
He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. He bit with gentleness. She moaned and wiggled and he could tell that he was really setting her on fire. It didn't matter that he was fat and ugly, or that he was blackmailing her into giving him what he wanted. He was a man and she was the kind of woman who liked a man's touch.
"You hate me," he told her. "You hate me, but you've got a hot box and you can't help loving it."
"Yesss," she admitted.
He pushed her back. "Now strip off all the rest of it. I want to see you stark naked. I want to see what I'm getting for my loan."
She was trembling as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was so damn good looking. She had on a pair of very flimsy blue panties. He loved the way her black pubic hairs curled out from the edges of the panties.
"Take off the panties," he told her. "Get naked!"
He sensed her hesitation. Her panties were her last protection against assault. But finally she peeled them down her legs and kicked them off. This was the way he had often dreamed he would have Lynn. Completely naked. Her black furry bush was everything he had imagined it would be.
"I like a woman with a lot of cunt hair," he told her. "Turn around slowly and show me your pretty ass."
She turned as he commanded. Her pretty ass was round and shapely, not at all like his wife at home. Lynn needed no girdle or clothes to make her look good. Everything about her was natural.
"You're a gorgeous piece of ass," he told her. "Come close again and let me suck on them tits."
She stepped close to him once more. He put his fat hands on her pretty ass and he made her come closer. He brushed his lips against her hard brown nipples. He wondered if she was tingling all over the way he was. He had never been so close to such a beautiful woman before. Lynn was a classy piece. He'd never thought he would get the opportunity to suck on flesh as sweet as hers.
"You don't look so proud anymore," he told her. "Now you're just another naked cunt!"
"Yes," she said, trembling.
"You're going to do anything I want you to do," he said. "Anything at all."
"Yes," she answered again.
"Then get down on your hands and knees, cunt," he told her. "I want to feel your sweet mouth on my prick."
She went down on her knees in front of him. He spread his fat legs and she went between them. She put her hand on his cock. He felt the searing heat of her fingers through his trousers. He put his fat hand on top of hers and made her press harder. His prick felt like it was going to jump right out of his trousers. He saw her licking her lips, but it wasn't because she was looking forward to what she was about to do. He knew it was because she was nervous. The thought that he was forcing this beautiful woman to suck his cock made him all the more excited. It was almost like rape. He was going to stuff his meaty sausage into her mouth and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
"Take it out, cunt," he told her. "Take my fucking cock out. Hurry the fuck up!"
She slowly unzipped his trousers and slipped her small hand inside the opening. Immediately he felt her hot fingers groping for his flesh. He sighed. Nothing had ever felt so good and she hadn't even got his prick out of his trousers yet.
"Take it out," he kept telling her. "Hurry up and take it out. Unbuckle my trousers."
She took her hand out of the opening and unbuckled his trousers. She parted them and was able to slip his hard prick out of his shorts. Her slim fingers laced around his tool. He saw her look of surprise as she handled his prick.
"Yeah, baby," he told her. "It's a big one. Big and fat."
She looked up at him and there was a new look in her eyes. He told himself it was just his imagination, but she looked like she was hungry for the taste of his meat. He might have been crazy but there was a new glint in her eyes, a new interest.
"It's so big," she said. "I never thought it would be this big!"
She touched her beautiful, soft lips against his crown. He felt her delicious feeling tongue stabbing at his tiny hole, and he knew she was tasting his cock juice. He stopped trying to control himself. He gripped the back of her head.
"Okay, baby," he told her. "I'm going to give you a big, hot mouthful of my cock!"
She willingly opened her lips as he crammed his meat into her hot mouth. He felt the liquid heat of her saliva coating his cock as he pushed his knob against the back of her throat. She wasn't gagging and he gave another push. His fat cock was already as deep as it had ever gone into a woman's mouth. Another few inches and his knob would be so deep that his balls would touch her chin.
"Eat me, baby," he groaned. "You're fantastic! Eat my meat!"
He pushed forward powerfully and he felt all of his cock going into her lips. He felt his balls resting against her chin, and she still wasn't gagging. She knew how to give a man a good blow-job. He pulled his meat half out of her mouth and then stabbed back into her again. Her tongue was going crazy. He could feel it swirling around the bloated head of his cock. He could feel his cock juice leaking into her mouth.
"You fucking bitch," he groaned. "You're something fucking else, you bitch!"
He gripped the back of her head a little tighter. He wiggled down in his chair so he had better control. Then he began deliciously thrusting into her hot mouth again and again. She gagged a little but he no longer cared about that. It was just too sweet to worry about her. He knew some of his prick juice was leaking into her mouth. He could actually see some bubbles of cum escaping the corners of her lips.
"That's it, baby," he urged. "Suck it good! Suck my meat! I'll give you a hot mouthful!"
He didn't have to do very much for she suddenly seemed hungry for the taste of his jism. Her black hair grew tangled as she bobbed her head very quickly. He could see her lips sliding up and down the length of his staff. He could see her swirling pink tongue working on his hot flesh. He saw more of his cum leaking from her mouth.
He couldn't resist reaching for, her tits. She had to lift herself a little higher so that he could grasp them. He ran his fingers lightly over the beautiful pair, and then he groped them savagely. He squeezed. He could sense the excitement she was feeling. Her tits were swollen, and her nipples were rock-hard.
"Oh sweet Jesus," he groaned. "Sweet Jesus, this feels so good! You can really use your fucking mouth!"
He looked down at her again. He saw her flushed face as she worked on his cock. He had never thought anything like this would ever happen to him. Here was a beautiful woman who was sucking hungrily on his thick cock, making loud noises each time her mouth closed on his flesh, and all he had to do was make her a little promise. It seemed impossible for this to happen to a man like him.
Besides, she seemed to be enjoying it. He didn't feel like a woman could suck dick like she was sucking and not enjoy it. He wasn't having to move his hand anymore. She was doing it all. Her lips took his aroused meat in all the way to his balls. He could feel his balls rubbing against her each time she sucked him in. He could feel the hot swelling of his cockhead.
"Oh fuck, baby," he groaned. "I'm not going to last much longer! I'm not going to last! AGHHHHHHH!"
He drove his prick into her mouth as far as he could. He felt the liquid fire shooting up from his balls. He held her head tightly so she couldn't escape from him.
"Swallow it," he whispered. "Swallow every drop! I never had a woman swallow it before!"
He felt his cum cream pouring into her mouth and he heard the sounds of her swallowing. It was the sweetest, most exciting sound that he'd ever heard. She was taking all of his cream down her throat, and she wasn't gagging like she hated the taste. It was more like she loved the taste. She was moving her head back and she was licking for more. She was cleaning his prick with the tip of her pink tongue.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "You are something else!"
Her mouth closed on his cock again. She sucked all of his flesh between her hungry lips. Her tongue was licking his flesh again. He couldn't stand it. His cock felt itchy. He pulled at her hair and she raised her head.
"Did you like?" she asked.
"Oh fuck yes," he answered. "I liked. I liked very much!"
She actually looked pleased with herself. She put her hands underneath his balls and fondled them gently. Then she laced one hand around his staff and began gently jerking his cock while she fingered his balls with her other.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"You said you wanted to fuck me, too," she told him. "And you can't fuck me while your prick is soft. But don't worry. I know a few little things to make you hard again!"
Her fingers worked on him gently and she began bending her head so that her soft hair brushed against his prick flesh. He didn't believe it could happen again so soon, but he could feel a hot stirring in his balls. He could feel his prick slowly getting hard under her gentle manipulations. He wanted to cram it into her mouth again, and she didn't refuse. She opened her lips and he drove his entire staff savagely between her lips. Again he felt her tongue working on him.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "Damn, you sweet bitch!"
She lifted her head. She had him rock-hard again. She started licking the crown of his cock and then down the hard length of his flesh until she reached his balls. He felt her gently easing each of his heavy balls into her mouth and rolling them beneath her tongue.
She lifted her head again. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh fuck yesssss," he groaned.
"I'll sit on your lap," she suggested. "That'll be fun for a while. Then we can try anything else you want to try!"
"Fuck yes, baby," he told her.
She was smiling as she stood up and fluffed out her long black hair. He took a good look at her sweet looking body. He reached for her big tits again.
"Ooooh," she whispered, as his fingers touched her flesh. "You have such nice hands."
"Come on and fuck me, cunt," he told her.
She sat on his lap and pressed her luscious body against his. He could feel those big hot tits trying to knock holes in his skin. She put her lips against his. Her fiery little tongue kept stabbing into his mouth. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to sink all of his thick meat between her sweet thighs. He had never wanted to fuck a woman so badly. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. Her face was red with lust. She was aroused as he was. He had never realized that Lynn could be such a hot bitch.
"I want you sitting on my cock," he told her.
"Ummmm, yessss," she said.
She slid up his body and she raised herself up until her hot snatch was just above his cock. He had never felt such anticipation. She held herself just over his prick for a few seconds. He licked his fat lips. She softly moaned as she started to lower herself. He jumped at the first electric contact of her pussy lips against his bloated crown. He tried to control himself. He didn't want to rush things. He waited as she slowly came down on his prick.
He groaned as he felt his cockhead spilt the lips of her pussy. His bloated cockhead was inside her just barely. She reached between them and she found his prick. Her fingers laced around him tightly and she held his cock a little higher.
"There," she said, sighing. "You're in just the right place. Just the perfect place!"
"Then ride me, baby," he grunted. "Ride my cock!"
She sat down on him. He felt his cockhead push up into the hot sweetness of her cunt. Nothing had ever felt so good. She let it stay there just a moment, with neither of them moving. Then she slowly bounced up and down. Sweet pleasure flooded him. He stabbed upward and his cock was firmly lodged in her sweet cunt.
"All right, baby," he told her. "Ride my prick. Ride my prick like you're on fire!"
She started bouncing up and down on his hot, slippery cock. She leaned over and her big tits pressed against him. The sensation was delicious. He could feel those whopping big tits rubbing against him each time she moved. He reached behind her and stroked the delightful silky softness of her back. He let his hands slide down until he was clutching her asscheeks. She didn't seem to mind when his stubby fingers found the entrance to her asshole. He jabbed his finger into her ass up to his knuckle.
"Ummmmm," she groaned softly.
"You like that, baby?" he asked her. "You like to have a finger in your ass?"
"Ummmmm," she answered.
He was doing all the things with her that he'd never dared to do with his own wife. His own wife was a bitch. A bitch who was as skinny as he was fat, and who thought the only way to fuck was in the dark and very quickly. Her action had been dead compared to this sweet bitch who was jumping on his prick. Lynn had to be the sweetest stuff he'd ever had.
"Ride faster, baby," he told her. "Ride my cock faster!"
But there was just so fast she could bounce. She couldn't get fast enough to suit him. He wanted to really slam his big prick into her. He wanted her to know she'd been fucked by a man-size cock. He pushed her off his lap and heard her soft protesting cry.
"I'm still going to fuck you, babe," he assured her. "I just want to be in the driver's seat!"
"Where do you want me?" she asked.
He looked around the room. He felt the excitement swell up in him again. He had always had so many fantasies about doing it in his office. So many places where he dreamed. He knew where his favorite place had to be. On the desk. In fact, he had once dreamed that he fucked this very same woman on the desk. His dream was coming true. He had Lynn in his power.
"You can bend over the desk," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you from behind."
"All right," she said.
He watched the wiggle of her sweet ass as she walked to his desk. She cleared a few things away and she bent over. He saw her big round tits pressing flat against the desk. She spread her legs wide apart. He walked behind her.
He had a good view of her hot, wet snatch. Her sweet pink cuntlips were already covered with his thick white dew. He moved close. He pressed his cockhead against her hot pussy. He felt her wiggling against him as if she was trying to suck his cock into her cunt.
"You want it bad, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "I want you to fuck me! I want it bad!"
"Then you're going to get it, cunt," he said.
He had never before gotten such a strong sense of being completely in charge of a woman. Lynn was his. She would do anything he wanted her to. What made him feel even better was the fact that it wasn't all one sided. He knew he wasn't an attractive man and yet he was getting this beautiful dark-haired woman all squirmy with excitement. He liked the feeling. It made his dick grow harder. He wanted to give her a fucking like she'd never had before.
"You fucking cunt!" he yelled. He lunged forward and his cock slammed brutally between her legs. She squealed as his cock spread apart the inner walls of her pussy and went deep inside her belly. He felt her wiggling except this time it was from pleasure. She was really getting turned on. He was grinning as he pulled his hard dick half out of her and stayed still for a moment, reveling in the sweet pleasure of having his prick buried in such a hot pussy.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "Go ahead and fuck me! I need a good fucking so badly!"
He couldn't wait another moment longer. He slammed his throbbing prick back into her cunt again. He started a hard, fast thrusting. She moaned each time he drove his prick into her sweet cunt. She was really loving it.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, fuck me like that. Like that!"
He hoped nobody was standing outside his door. She was crying loudly and anybody would understand what was going on in his office. He realized that what he was doing could get him fired, but he didn't care. He cared only about the sweet sensation of putting his cock inside this gorgeous woman's tight pussy.
"You're going to make me come," she screamed. "Oh God, your fat cock feels so good! You're going to make me come! Jesus, I love your big cock! MMMMMMM!"
He felt her hot cunt juices flooding his prick. He began to drive his prick into her cunt a little faster. He could feel the hot tightness in his balls and he knew he wasn't going to last very much longer. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds his balls made as they slapped against her.
"You bitch," he yelled. "You sweet bitch! I'm going to fill up your cunt! I'm going to cum! Jesus, I'm coming! COMING, AGHHHHH!"
He slammed into her as hard as he could and felt his thick cock cream filling her pussy. The hot spasms of pleasure made him dizzy. She kept rubbing her cunt against him for as long as he trembled. Then she slowly raised up and allowed his cock to slip out of her.
"I've done what you wanted," she said. "Now, do I get the loan?"
"Of course," he answered.
He didn't care that she now acted as if she hated him. She had done what she promised, and now he would approve the loan. After all, he was a business man and a man of honor. At least about money matters!
Chapter Eight
Lynn couldn't go home. She was too disgusted with herself. She had to have time to think about what she had done. She had gotten her much needed loan but she had paid a high price. Maybe too high a price? It wasn't just that she had fucked the disgusting fat man. She could have stood that. A woman alone had to do things like that. No, what hurt her was that she had enjoyed it. She had gotten turned on. The ugly man had made her come.
"Damn it to hell," Lynn said loudly.
It made her angry that she couldn't control the responses of her body. She had never been like that with her husband. He had not made her feel so horny. Perhaps that was the reason her marriage had failed. Maybe his new young girl had made him feel more of a man. Maybe she had turned wild underneath him the way Lynn never had.
But wasn't that partially his fault? He could have made her wild with lust if he had given it a try. He had never tried and she had never understood what she was missing. Now she knew that she had been a very innocent young housewife. She had never even come close to feeling the excitement she'd been feeling with other men. John had started her off. He had broken down her inhibitions. He had made her fair game for any man with an urge. Yet, she didn't hate him. She had nothing but a warm feeling for John. He had left her breathless and flushed with pleasure. He had made her feel the excitement that her husband had never made her feel. And she couldn't blame him for taking advantage. She had been ripe for it. Just as she couldn't blame any of the other men who had fucked her. They were only doing what came natural to them.
She wondered if she had some kind of new look in her eye that drew men to her. Perhaps her feelings showed on her face? Maybe there was an odor about her, like a bitch in heat, that drew men like bees to flowers. Men somehow knew that she wanted dick, that she loved having a man's prick in her pussy and in her mouth.
She smiled. She wondered if her husband would recognize his wife. He probably wouldn't understand the new spell that had come over her. Her husband would never believe that she could actually take a man's cock in her mouth and swallow a man's jism.
"I need a drink," Lynn said.
She was going to do something she'd never done before. She'd never gone into a place alone before and she'd never gone into the type of joints that she saw along the highway. But there was something braver in her backbone and she had to stop.
She pulled her car into the parking lot of the shoddy little joint and stopped. She looked at the trucks in the parking lot and she almost lost her nerve. But then she shrugged her shoulder. She thought she was a completely new woman and now was the time to prove it. There was no sense in staying the timid little housewife any longer. She had been fucked every way possible. There was nothing anybody could do to her that hadn't been done before. There was no reason to be frightened of anybody who would be inside.
"I'm going in," she said. "It's hot and I need that drink."
She was talking to herself to build up her courage. She got out of her car and walked across the parking lot and into the cool, dark interior of the building. Inside was much like she expected. There was a smell of cheap beer and perfume. There was loud music playing. There was a girl, half naked, dancing in a box above the room. Lynn couldn't help but compare herself to the girl. Lynn had her beat by a mile. The girl was tall and skinny and she danced like she was tired. Probably a little place like this couldn't afford a better looking girl.
She felt all the heads turning toward her when she walked to the bar. They were looking at her lustfully and she was pleased by the attention. The place was full of big, beefy looking men. They were the kind of men who had once frightened her. She felt no fear as she sat down at the bar. Only a kind of nervous apprehension.
"Lady," the bartender spoke to her. "You don't want to drink in here."
"Why not?" she asked.
"This is kind of a rough place," he said. "It's no place for a lady like you."
"Today I don't feel like a lady," she said. "And I'm hot and thirsty and I'd like a drink."
"It's your funeral," he said. The bartender didn't ask what she wanted. Instead he put a beer down in front of her. She reached into her purse for change and a hand clamped down on top of hers. The hand felt impossibly strong. She looked up and found a huge, blond headed man grinning at her.
"I'd like to pay for that," he said. "If you'll let me."
"I'll let you," she said.
He sat down beside her. He put the money on the bar and ordered a beer for himself. The bartender gave him a sour look, but he went for the beer.
"I'm Scott Talbot," he said to her. "I haven't seen you in here before."
"That's because I've never been in here before," she said.
"Now that's a shame," he said. "A beautiful woman like you. We didn't know what we were missing."
Lynn sipped at her drink. She found that she liked this tall hulk of a man who sat beside her. He was wearing bluejeans and a faded work shirt that had the sleeves cut out. He was a welcome change from the fat banker. His muscles bulged when he moved and it caused a ripple of excitement on the insides of her thighs. She found that she wanted to know this good looking man a little better.
"You didn't tell me your name," he pointed out.
"I'm Lynn Nobles," she said.
"That name suits you," he said. "I believe you're about the nicest looking thing that's come in here in a long while. You're pretty enough to be a movie star."
"Thank you," she said. She was blushing. She sipped at her drink again. She was getting a nice feeling. It was nice sitting there talking to Scott and feeling a little tipsy. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the company of a man. Sure, she had enjoyed the sex. But she hadn't really liked any of the men she'd had sex with. Scott seemed like an interesting man.
"What do you do?" she asked. "I mean, for a living?"
"I do a lot of things," he said. "Sometimes I drive a truck, but mostly I farm."
"You a farmer?" she asked.
"There's nothing wrong with being a farmer," he said defensively. She suddenly understood that Scott was feeling a little unsure of himself around her. He probably thought she was some kind of money-married woman, who was out for a little fun. He would really be surprised if she told him the truth.
"There's nothing wrong with that," she agreed quickly. "I'd like to see your farm."
"You would?"
"Sure. I'm in the mood to see it now."
She was trying not to sound like a pick-up. For some reason she wanted this man to respect her as well as like her. But she knew what was going to happen if he got her alone. She wanted it. She needed some good hard fucking from a man who would wipe the memory of the fat banker completely out of her mind.
Scott moved closer to her. She didn't move away when his knee pressed her thigh.
"You want to go now?" he asked.
"Why not?"
"Well finish your beer, sugar," he said.
They were given many jealous looks by the other men in the bar, as Scott took her arm and escorted her outside. She felt shiverish from having his fingers against her. She looked at Scott and he was grinning as proudly as a peacock showing off.
He put his arm around her slender waist and squeezed. She felt a powerful strength in his grasp. It wasn't the kind of strength that John had. Scott's was a new kind of strength, like he wasn't only strong but dependable. It had been a while since she had been with a man who made her feel that way. She felt warm toward him. And willing. Very, very willing.
"How far is your farm?" she asked him.
"Not far," Scott answered. "It's not a very big place, but I think you'll like it."
"I know I will," she said.
His small, well kept farm was about three miles out of town. The farm house looked exactly like a farm house in a picture. So did the red barn. She saw a horse in the pasture. It was everything she had thought it would be.
Scott came around and opened the door for her.
"Oh Scott," she said. "It's grand. I love it!"
She proved her point by standing on her toes and giving Scott a long, wet kiss. She felt tension go through his body. One of his big, rough hands stroked her back. Finally he shuddered and pushed her away.
"You shouldn't kiss a man like that," he said. "Especially a man like me. It's been a long time since a woman's been out here. It makes me want to do things."
"Well, what's stopping you?" she asked.
She'd been teasing him but it was like waving a red cape at a angry bull. He grabbed her and lifted her in his arms. He carried her as easily as he would have carried a baby. He kicked open his front door and took her inside.
She'd known many men lately, but none of them had the hunger she felt in this man.
"Hey," she said. "Take it easy."
But Scott wouldn't take it easy. He carried her into the cool, dimly lit bedroom. He dropped her on her back and stood back to look at her. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Her short skirt had slid back to reveal her ivory colored thighs and his mouth watered. Hex big tits pushed out like they were inviting him to grab hold of them.
He dropped down on top of her. His mouth covered hers and he tasted her sweet lips again. He also tasted her tiny little tongue darting into his mouth. He rubbed his tongue against hers and he felt his cock growing harder. She wiggled sensuously against him and he felt those big hot tits pushing on his chest like she was naked.
"My God," he groaned. "I've never had a woman like you! I've never had such a sweet piece!"
He had her naked in a few seconds. He lifted himself on one elbow and he tore off her blouse. He couldn't believe his eyes. He hadn't seen such a beautiful pair in all his life. Her big brown nipples jutted out proudly, as if they were begging to be kissed.
"You're beautiful," he groaned. "You're more beautiful than I dreamed you'd be."
"Do you really like my titties?" she asked him.
"Oh fuck yes," he answered.
She blushed. She knew he meant what he said and it made her happy. It made her want to pleasure him. She put her arms around his neck and she pulled him down to kiss her again. She felt his hands on her thighs, pushing her legs apart. He was ripping at her panties and she sighed.
"You're not going to leave me anything to wear home," she said.
"Who the fuck wants you to go home," he said, laughing. "I'm going to keep you here as a love slave. Your every wish is going to be looked after just as you're going to look after me."
She knew he was kidding but his words made her even hotter. She reached between his legs and found his hard cock. She shivered as her fingers traced the outline of it. It couldn't be that big! She gently pushed him away from her.
"Don't stop me, baby," he said.
"I'm not going to stop you," she promised him. "I'm going to make you happier than you've ever been. I'm going to give you all the love you can handle."
"Oh, God, baby," he groaned. He started ripping at her panties again.
"But not yet," she pleaded with him. "I feel dirty and first I want to take a shower."
"Let's fuck first," he insisted.
She sighed. He was a bull in heat and it was hard to keep him from doing as he wanted. He had her pinned to the bed and his hand was once again ripping at her panties. Another man might have slapped hell out of her and took what he wanted. But Scott was strong enough to also be gentle. He didn't get angry when she once again gently pushed him away.
"I'll tell you what," she said. "Why don't you take your clothes off and get into the shower with me?"
He grinned. She could tell that he liked the idea. He stated tearing the buttons off his shirt. In a few minutes he had his shirt off and he was pulling off his trousers.
"What are you waiting on?" he asked. "You're not going to shower with he rest of your clothes on, are you?"
"Of course not," she answered.
She unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Then she rolled her panties down her long legs. She stood before him in a taunting way. She watched him frantically tugging down his shorts and she saw that the thick prick in his trousers was as big as she'd thought.
"My God!" she moaned. "That's a beautiful cock! That's one of the best-looking pricks I've ever seen!"
Scott was proud of his big prick. His big purplish cockhead was like the end of a battering ram and it frightened a lot of women. Some of them didn't want to go to bed with him once they saw him. Lynn didn't look frightened. She looked a little worried and a little excited.
"Let's get into the shower quick," Lynn urged, "or I don't think I'm going to be able to wait."
Scott picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He turned the water on and they got underneath the cleansing spray. Lynn immediately pressed against him as tightly as she could. She felt that big hard cock pushing against her belly.
"You are a beautiful man," she whispered, as she covered his face with hot kisses.
He reached back and gripped her asscheeks. He pulled her even tighter against him. Lynn could feel her heart pounding. She reached for the soap.
"I'm going to scrub you all over," she whispered.
"Oh yeah, baby," he said.
She began to scrub his hairy chest with the soap. She covered his chest and stomach with the rich lather and then she slowly went down on her knees in front of him. She took his long thick cock in her fingers. She felt herself trembling.
"I just can't believe how big it is," she said. "It's huge. I just can't believe it!"
She rubbed the soap along the thick throbbing flesh and she could feel it growing stiffer. He was really a man such as she'd never met before. Strong and healthy, and his body was flushed with desire for her.
She held his prick gingerly and let the hot water wash the soap off. Then she bent her head and touched her lips against the thick cockhead.
"Mmmmm," he groaned.
She raised her head for an instant. "You look so good, and you smell so good. I love your big cock. It's the most beautiful cock that I've ever seen."
"Sure it is," he said. He sounded a little amused.
"I mean it," she said. "I mean it, really. You are a beautiful man. I'm going to prove it to you. I'll show you how much I like your big hot tool!"
She lowered her head again. She felt his fingers in her hair and she felt the water spraying her, as she gently took his throbbing organ between her lips. She did love the taste of his meaty flesh. She sucked deep, sucked his prick into the moist warmth of her throat.
"God, baby," he groaned. "You're killing me. You're killing me that way."
She only giggled and sucked his prick into her mouth a little bit deeper. She had his bloated knob in the deepest part of her throat and she could feel his cum-juice dripping into her mouth. She slowly pulled her head back. She let her teeth scrape along his sensitive rod and she could tell how much she was exciting him.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "I'd never felt anything like this. It feels so good."
She moved her hands around to his bony buttocks and she pushed one finger into his crack. She found his asshole and she pushed her finger into the tiny hole. She felt him jump and he tried to jam his prick farther down her throat.
She sucked on his flesh greedily and she used her free hand to tease his heavy cum-filled balls. She let her fingertips brush over the sacs lightly as she worked on his prick.
He looked down at her and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. She looked so small and sweet between his legs. Her face was beautiful and slightly flushed. She didn't look worried by her hair getting so wet and tangled.
"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "Suck it, please suck it! Suck it until I come!"
She sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage, and she sucked hard and furiously. He knew then that this young woman wasn't going to stop when he started coming. This was the kind of girl who liked to suck cock and she would take it all the way. She was really proving that she loved his big cock.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "This is sweet. You're the best I've ever had."
He was nearly ready to come and she seemed to sense it. She let go of his prick. Instead of sucking him she started licking around the base of his cockhead and down the long sides. Her quick, fiery tongue reached his balls and she started sucking the heavy sacs between her lips. He could feel her teeth nipping at the sacs and it was driving him crazy.
"Fuck," he groaned. "I'm so fucking hot!"
She took the long thick monster prick back into her mouth again. She sucked as hard as before. She fell more of his hot cum-juice dripping down her throat. She moved her head back and forth quickly and she felt his prick growing stiffer, filling with blood.
"Baby," he groaned. "Baby, I'm going to come if you keep this up. I'm going to cum."
She raised her head one last time. There was an impish grin on her face. "Go ahead and come. That's what I wait you to do. I want to drink your cream!"
"Goddamn," he said.
He couldn't control himself any longer. He grabbed the back of her head and started cramming his meat deep into her mouth. His hips tensed as he moved back and forth. She didn't gag as he thought she might have. Instead he could feel her lips, tongue, and teeth working on his aroused flesh, just as if she really did want his cream in her mouth.
"Jesus," he groaned. "Oh Jesus. Oh you sweet, sucking bitch! Drink it! Jesus, DRINK ITTTT!"
He bucked forward with his hips and his hot cream began spurting into her mouth. He heard the sounds of her quick swallowing as she tried to take all of his thick cream into her throat without choking. Her head bobbed back and forth quickly and her sweet lips sucked his hot prick dry. He felt her tongue on his rigid flesh as the last of his cum spurted. Her tongue quickly ran up and down his rod and she nibbled at his sensitive crown with her sharp teeth.
He could feel his balls growing hot again. Damn, but she really knew how to get him going. He had never before gotten so aroused so quickly, and now she was making him hot again.
"You sweet sucking bitch," he groaned. "You're crazy as hell. You get me hot and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"That's what I want," she said.
She kept working on his flesh and she kept it from going soft. She sucked the hot pole back into her mouth, using her tongue and teeth on his flesh. He grew harder.
"Bitch," he groaned, "Goddamn cock sucking bitch!"
He reached up and turned on the water. He pulled her to her feet and crushed her against him. One of his hands gripped her ass and his fingers played with her crack.
"Shit," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"That's exactly what I want," she moaned. "I'm so hot! If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to die."
He picked her up easily and carried her back into the bedroom. He put her down on the bed and made her spread her legs open wide. He put one hand between her legs. She felt his fingers gently teasing her cunt entrance.
"Oh no," she protested. "I want your cock. I want your big hot cock in my pussy!"
"You shameless bitch," he said, grinning. "That's what you're going to fucking get!"
He jumped on top of her. He thrust brutally and his prick spread apart the lips of her cunt and entered deep inside. She groaned in passion and put her arms around his back. She began rubbing her titties against his chest.
"Fuck me hard," she begged him. "Fuck me really hard!"
"All right, bitch," he grunted.
He pulled back and then slammed his prick into her again. He began to thrust as hard as he could. She heard the wet sounds his cock made each time he entered her, and that turned her on even more. She twisted her ass from side to side and humped up to meet his long cock. She was somehow getting his big prick inside her deeper with his every thrust.
"Get it inside me deeper," she moaned. "Oh, put that big fucking stick in my pussy!"
"Raise your legs," he told her. "Raise your legs and wrap them around my back. I'll put my Goddamn fucking cock in your fucking cunt mouth!"
His every word made her hotter. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back. She squeezed her thighs as tightly as she could. She felt his big dick slipping deeper into her cunt. It felt like it was coming put of her mouth.
"I love it!" she screamed. "I've never had a cock that felt like yours! I love your big dick!"
He fucked her harder and faster and she could feel the fires in her belly growing hotter and her pussy was wetter than it had been before.
"I'm going to come!" she cried out loud. "I'm coming! I love your fucking big dick! I LOVE ITTTTT!"
She scratched his back bloody with her fingernails, but he didn't seem to mind. She had never felt such a powerful orgasm. It made every nerve in her body tense. It left her weak, trembling, and sobbing.
"Oh my God, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to pour my dim in you again. Sweet bitch. Sweet bitch! SWEET BITCH!"
She was still coming as his jism pumped into her. She held him tighter and worked her ass back and forth so that her pussy milked his thick, throbbing rod of every creamy drop.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned. "It's never been like that before. It's never, never been like that!"
"For me either," he said.
He held her as the shivers kept going through her body. It was so nice that she never wanted him to let her go. Never! She knew that she had finally found out what a woman is supposed to feel like when a real man fucks her silly.
Chapter Nine
Lynn was thinking about Scott. She had stepped out of the shower and perfumed and powdered herself and slipped into a comfortable blue robe. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought of how Scott would love the way the blue robe revealed every luscious curve of her body. She had the robe unbuttoned down the front low enough so that there was plenty of creamy flesh visible.
"Scott would break his cock looking at me," she said out loud.
It pleased her that a man thought of her that way. A real man like Scott. She felt that itchy warmth between her thighs that happened each time she thought of him. Damn, she missed him. He had only been away for three days on a business trip, but already she was suffering. It was almost enough for her to think about marriage. It would be nice being married to Scott but she was afraid to make the final decision. She had already lost one husband. Maybe she wasn't enough woman to hold a man? Lynn was startled out of her thoughts as she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart began hammering as she thought that it might be Scott coming back earlier than he was expected. She hurried down the stairs and opened the front door. She was shocked by who she found standing on her steps.
Her husband.
"Hello Lynn," he said. "I'm not here to bother you. I just wanted to pick up some things I left."
"Of course," she said. "I already packed the clothes you left. They're in the guest room."
"Thank you," he said.
It was funny but he felt like a stranger toward her. He followed her into the house and it was like having someone she didn't know following her. She led him into the guest room where she had packed all of his clothes and stored them in two big suitcases.
"You didn't take much with you when you left," she said to him.
"No," he answered. "I guess I didn't."
"You must have been in a big hurry to get away, Bill," she said. "You must have really hated me."
"I didn't hate you," Bill said quickly. He looked nervous and pale as he ran his hand though his curly hair. "It wasn't anything like that."
"What was it then?"
"I was bored, I guess."
"Bared with me?"
"It wasn't only you," Bill said quickly. "It was my life. Everything about my life. Nothing exciting ever seemed to happen to me. I was desperate to find a change in my life. It wasn't you, honestly. There was nothing wrong with you. I was just slowly dying from being in the same place all the time."
"Bullshit," Lynn said.
He looked at her with a sudden startled expression. Lynn realized he'd never heard her speak like that. She had never spoken a curse word when she had lived with him. Lynn almost laughed out loud. He would have to get used to the changes in her. A woman couldn't be expected to stay the same after her husband had left her. He would simply have to get used to the difference.
"What do you mean?" Bill asked.
"Bullshit," Lynn said again. "You weren't looking for a change. You were looking for a fresh piece of ass. That's all. A little strange stuff to poke your meat into. Being bored didn't have a Goddamned thing to do with anything."
He was really looking shocked, now. He had turned a pale color and he was trembling. His eyes stared at her in a new kind of way. She realized she hadn't buttoned her robe back and a flush of excitement went through her. It was odd that she could feel excited from being stared at by her own husband. They had been to bed together many times. He knew every delicious inch of her body. But somehow he was looking at her as if he had never looked at her before.
"What's the matter?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he answered. "That is, I feel kind of funny."
She stretched and she was showing more of her creamy titty-flesh. He let his mouth drop open.
"You've seen my tits before," she said. "You've seen them bare. Why do you keep trying to look down the front of my gown?"
"My God," Bill said softly. "It's like you're a completely different person. Everything about you seems changed. It's like I never knew you at all. You talk different. You walk different. There's a new look in your eyes. I don't understand."
"Did you expect me to stay the same?"
"I don't know what I expected," Bill said. "I just know that I didn't expect you to look like this."
"Do you like the way I look?" Lynn asked.
"Yeah," he answered. "Yes, I guess so!"
"You guess so?" Lynn asked. "How do I compare with the pretty little thing you're living with?"
"I don't want to talk about her," Bill answered.
"Why not?"
"I shouldn't talk about it," Bill said. "I shouldn't talk about living with her."
For some reason Lynn felt like every part of her body was tingling. She had tried to stay angry at her husband, but now she was feeling something else. Bill was a good looking man. She had married him because he was nice looking.
And Scott had been gone for three long days, and she had been without a man. Perhaps it was time to find out if she could make her husband feel the excitement she made other men feel. For some reason she felt challenged by him. He had a young thing living with him now, a young thing who had taken her place. Lynn had been traded in like an old pair of shoes. Well, she didn't feel like an old pair of shoes. She felt more alive than she had ever felt before in her life. She would damn well show Bill what he had been missing since he had left her alone.
Lynn stepped a little closer to him and she knew he was reeling from her expensive perfume. He wanted her. She could see that in his eyes. It was like they were strangers meeting for the first time. He needed her as badly as he needed his young thing.
"How long do you have before you have to leave?" Lynn asked Bill.
"I should be getting back," Bill answered. "I had a dinner date this evening."
She could tell he didn't want to leave. He had put his suitcase down and he was looking nervously at the single bed in the guest room. She let her eyes go down his lean body and stop at his crotch. Damn, but he was a good looking man and he was interested. She could see the big bulge at his crotch.
"Isn't there any way I can convince you to stay for a little while?" Lynn asked.
It was the most natural thing in the world to move closer to him. Her big round tits poked at him. She could see his muscles tense and the beads of sweat on his forehead.
"You didn't want to leave so soon," she whispered.
She went into his arms and kissed his lips. She kissed him body, with her mouth open and her wet tongue probing. She had tasted his mouth before but it was somehow different this time. It was almost forbidden. She felt the tension draining out of his body and his arms slipped around her waist.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Bill asked. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she answered. His hands stroked her back and then slowly slipped down to cup the rounded cheeks of her ass. She felt his strong hand gripping her asscheeks and pulling her tighter against him. His prick was jumping against her in his excitement. It made her gasp.
"Baby," he moaned. "Baby, you've never been like this before. It's like you're a different woman."
She wondered what he would think if he knew that she was a different woman. A woman who had changed from a sweet housewife to a fucking bitch. She was the closest thing to a nympho that a woman could get. At that moment she could feel the gnawing hunger between her legs that would slowly grow into a fire. She wanted his big meaty dick to fill her hole.
She pushed him away and let the robe slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor.
"Damn," Bill said. "I don't understand it at all. It's like I'm seeing you for the first time."
"And how do I compare with that sweet young thing you've been living with?" Lynn asked.
He didn't have to answer. She could see the answer in his eyes. She laughed happily and moved into his arms again. Immediately he was gripping her round ass and puffing her pussy against his rock-hard dick.
"Oh shit," Bill groaned. "I haven't been this excited in a long time."
"Neither have I," Lynn said, anti she meant it.
She began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He didn't want to wait. He ripped the shirt down the front and dropped it off. He fumbled as he tried to undo his trousers.
"Mmmmm," Lynn said. "You're so impatient. Let me do that."
She took his hand away and she unbuckled his trousers. She put her hand down the front of his trousers and gripped his long hard dick. She felt it jump in her fingers.
"You really are hot," she said.
"I told you," he said. "I've never been so fucking hot. Never in my life."
She dropped to her knees before him. She pulled his trousers down his thick, hairy legs and leaned forward so that her tits brushed his thighs. She could feel the excitement growing in him. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her thick, silky hair.
"I want you to kiss it," he whispered. "Will you kiss my big hot cock?"
"Of course," she answered.
In another few seconds she had his trousers and shorts off and be was as naked as she was. She put her hands on his thighs and moved forward until her soft face touched his cock. His big hot prick was throbbing with desire and there were a few cum drops already costing the head of his prick.
"I never realized how beautiful your prick was," Lynn told him. She lifted it in her fingers and began licking the bloated tip of his prick like a ice-cream cone. He went crazy. His hands pulled at her head.
She wiggled closer to him and willingly opened her mouth ta suck his bloated knob between her lips. She had his knob just inside her warm, wet mouth and she began to suck. She also ran her tongue around the meaty crown.
"Oh Jesus," her husband groaned. "Jesus, that feels so fucking good. You're killing me! You're going to make me fucking come! Jesus, you're killing me!"
Lynn knew what kind of staying power her husband had. She didn't want to take him all the way. She was sure he would only be good for one time and she didn't want to waste his boner. She wanted to feel his hot meat stabbing the hungry insides of her pussy! She wanted to feel his cum pumping into her cunt.
"Oh, don't stop," he protested. "Oh please don't fucking stop! It feels good!"
But she was already pulling her head back. She pinned her lips against his thick cockhead feeling the pulsating excitement and tasting the thick salty cum.
"Oh, shit, that's nice," he moaned.
She moved her head around so that her silky hair was brushing against his aroused flesh, but finally she could stand to wait no longer. Her pussy was hot and hungry and she wanted to get his big cock inside her. It was strange but she had never felt this excited when she had lived with him. Sex had been nice, but nothing earth shattering. But this time she felt wicked and trembling with hot pleasure, and she wanted his meat more than anything in the world.
She came slowly to her feet and pressed her lush body against his. He stroked her back and ass and jabbed a finger into her asshole. She shivered and leaned against him even more. She could feel her hard achy nipples brushing his chest. She rubbed them harder.
"Goddamn," he said. "Even your skin feels different. It's so fucking hot and soft!"
"I want to fuck," she whispered. "I want to fuck so bad! I need that big cock in my pussy!"
"Oh fuck yes," he answered. "I want you! I can't understand it, but I want you worse than I've ever wanted any woman."
He picked her up easily and carried her to bed. He dropped her down on her back and spread her creamy thighs apart with his hands. She knew he was looking into the pink folds of her cunt.
"I want to taste you," he groaned.
He had learned a few new tricks since she had been with him last. He buried his face between her legs and she felt his tongue slipping inside her cunt. She moaned and began moving her ass from side to side. His tongue was making her feel hotter than before.
She spread her legs wider and she put one hand on his head. She pulled his face closer to her hot cunt and felt the shivers going up her spine and the knob of pleasure in her belly.
"That feels so Goddamned good!" she cried out loud. "I like having your face in my pussy!"
He began moving his tongue in and out of her silky cunt-folds. She flooded his tongue with her hot, slippery juices and she could hear him making swallowing sounds.
"That feels so good," she cried. "So good! Your tongue is making me crazy!"
She knew that he would make her come in another few seconds and she wanted to feel his cock first. She pulled at his head and he pulled away. He moved on top of her and put his knob against her hot hole.
"Put it in!" she cried, wiggling against his body. "Put that big fucking thing in my cunt!"
"You fucking bitch," Bill said violently. "Just remember you asked for it!"
She felt his hands slipping underneath her. He cupped her, asscheeks and lifted her. Her cunt was opened wider to the penetrating pressure of his thick crown. She felt him brushing his cockhead up and down the snug entrance to her cunt. A feeling of pleasure went through her, hot, aching pleasure that nearly drove her wild.
"Put it in!" she cried. "Don't tease me. Put it in!"
She felt the steady, delicious pleasure as he thrust forward. She gasped as his prickhead popped inside her cunt and then the long thrust of his hot meat between her pussy lips. He went deep inside her. She could squeeze her cunt walls together and feel every delicious inch of his hot prick.
"You like that, cunt?" Bill asked. "You like having my big cock so deep inside?"
"Oh yes," she answered. "Oh yes, I like that! Oh, God yesss!"
His throbbing meat filled her pussy so well that it made her feel weak all over him. She slipped her small hand down his back and then in between them. She searched until she found his cum heavy balls. She ran her fingertips teasingly across the thick sacs.
"Shit, that makes me crazy," Bill groaned. "That makes me so Goddamned crazy!"
"Then why don't you fuck me?" she asked. "Really put it to me! Treat me like a whore."
"You Goddamn cunt," Bill said. "So that's what you want. You wanted to be treated like a whore. Well, I can do that. I'll treat you like the lowest fucking cunt in the lowest fucking whorehouse in the world!"
His words excited her deeply. She began to move her ass while he started fucking her in long, hard strokes. He moved gently, at first, but then he began building up force. He made his strokes more powerful and he fucked her a little faster. She felt his hands squeezing her ass a little tighter and that finger was thrusting into her asshole again.
"Feel that, cunt," he said. "I know you can fucking feel that. How does it feel!"
"Oh, it feels good," she sobbed. "It feels so good. I like your big cock in my cunt!"
She felt like screaming as he put his lips against her soft tits and sucked one nipple into his mouth. She felt him rolling the hard big nipple beneath his tongue, and he sent more shivers up her spine.
The knot grew in her belly as she humped back to meet his violent thrusting. Bill couldn't make her feel as Scott made her feel, but he wasn't doing a bad job.
"Does it feel better fucking me than that young thing you're living with now?" Lynn asked.
"Oh fuck yes," Bill answered. "Oh Jesus, why weren't you like this before?"
She could have told him the answer. She could have told him that it took another man to bring out the animal within her. She kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to destroy Bill's horny mood as long as he was thrusting that hard prick-meat into her.
His lips went back to her nipple again. He sucked at her titty-flesh until he had a lot of her round tit in his mouth. He wet her with his tongue and nipped gently with his strong teeth.
"Don't be gentle, baby," she said. "Bite me! Fuck me hard, and bite me!"
He pressed down a little harder as his hips pumped his big cock between her silky thighs. She could feel the thick swelling of his prick against the snug walls of her pussy, and she knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. Her pussy sucked more of his big cock into her moist warmth.
"I love it," she cried. "I love your big cock! Give it to me! Give it to me hard!"
He gave it to her harder and she could hear the slapping sounds of his balls against her sweet pussy.
"I'm going to come," he groaned. "I'm going to come!"
"Not yet, sweet," she moaned. "Not yet. Just another few seconds. Just a few seconds more!"
She felt him tense as he managed to control himself and slow his rhythm down. She didn't need a few seconds. Immediately she could feel the hot gush of pleasure in her cunt.
"Oh yesssssss!" she cried. "Oh yesssss. Jesus, I'm going to come! OH! YESSSSSSS!"
She squeezed her cunt walls tighter as her sweet juices mingled with his dripping cum.
"Fill up my cunt with cum," she whispered frantically. "Hurry! Fill up my pussy!"
"You cunt," he groaned. "You cunt! You fucking cunt! I'm coming. I'm coming. COMING! COMING!"
His hot jism began pumping into her pussy and she tried to squeeze her cunt lips even tighter. He must have had a gallon of cum and he spilled his jism onto her thighs as he slowly pulled his cock out of her.
"Oh my God," her husband groaned. She felt him rubbing his cock against her soft pussy hairs. "Christ! That was, the best piece of ass I've ever had! The best!"
"Better than that young thing you're living with?" Lynn asked.
"Christ, yes," Bill answered. "God, I never realized you could fuck like that! Jesus, I'm coming back to you and I'm never going to leave again. Things will be like they were before, or they'll be better. Much better!"
She realized that her husband was talking about moving back in with her just because she had given him a really good piece of ass. Lynn lifted herself on her elbows and stared at her husband. She'd never realized that she didn't really like her husband. She'd loved him, but she'd never really liked him. The thought of living with him again did not make her jump for joy.
"It wouldn't work," she said.
"What?" Bill asked. His face already had a dreamy look, as if he'd been thinking of the good times they could have together.
"It wouldn't work to have you move back in here," Lynn said. "I don't want that."
"But I'm still your husband," Bill said. "It'll be like I never left. Sure, I made a mistake but you can forgive a mistake, can't you?"
"Sure," she said. "I forgive you, but I don't want to live with you anymore. I've found somebody else."
"You can't be serious."
"I am serious," she said. "I've found somebody else and I'm very happy with him. There's nothing you can do to change that."
"Your new guy couldn't give you what I just gave you," Bill insisted.
Lynn really didn't want to hurt her husband but he was giving her no choice. She saw that she was going to have to tell him the truth, or she would never get rid of him.
"He can give me cock better than you ever could," Lynn said slowly. "He's the one who made a woman out of me. He fucks me silly and he can keep it up all night long. I'd do anything for him. I'd crawl on my hands and knees a hundred miles just to suck his prick. Now do you understand why it wouldn't work with us again?"
She had hurt him. Bill never said another word to her. He got up and dressed and took his suitcase.
Chapter Ten
Scott parked his truck in front of his house and climbed out. He was glad to be home. He was exhausted. He had gotten a fat bonus for making a ten day trip in eight days, but it had been a rough trip. Now he was looking forward to a long shower, a drink, and a couple of days of sleeping.
He was surprised by the appearance of his house when he opened his front door. Someone had been doing some cleaning up since he had last been home. Everything was spotless.
He was even more surprised when the dark-haired woman came out of the bedroom. Lynn was dressed in a baby blue nightgown that did little to conceal her lush figure. He had thought he was tired, but he could feel his blood starting to boil.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked.
"I thought you'd be tired after your long trip," Lynn said. "Tired and thirsty."
For the first time he noticed the drink in her hand.
"Here, baby," she said. "I know you need this. Sit here on the couch and drink up!"
Scott had fucked a lot of women but he had never felt the excitement he did then. There was something about Lynn. She was a lady and yet she was also a cunt, a cunt who would do anything a man asked of her.
"How did you get in?" Scott asked.
"I saw where you left the key underneath the mat," Lynn explained. "There was no trouble getting in."
Scott looked around the room. "You did a nice job."
"I'm glad you approve," she said.
Scott sat down on the couch and took the drink from her. The drink was cool but it left a warmth in his belly. The warmth spread though his body and he could feel it making his cock a little stiffer. There was something so damned exciting about Lynn. Despite his being tired, he was growing more and more aroused.
Lynn moved closer and he felt her thigh pressing his. His head was reeling over the sweetness of her perfume. He started to wonder what she was after. A woman didn't do a thing like cleaning a man's house and meeting him at the door in a sexy nightgown without wanting something. It wasn't marriage. He had already offered to marry her. She had refused him more than, once.
"Why did you come here today?" he asked.
"I missed you," Lynn said, grinning.
"That's, no reason to clean my house," Scott said.
"No," she said. "I guess it's not. I'll tell you the truth. I found out that I need you, Scott. Very badly!"
"So you do want to get married."
She put her finger to his lips. "Hush. Let me finish. I found out I need you, but I don't want to trap you or feel trapped myself I simply want to live with you."
"You just want to move in?" Scott asked. "Just like that."
Scott had never thought that a woman like Lynn would be willing to do something like that. He had thought that marriage would be the only way she'd move in with him.
"That's right," she said. "You see, I've never met a man like you. I probably never will again. You make me feel things that other men can't. So I want to live with you. I'll move out when you get tired of me and I won't cramp your style. You can bring other women here if you want. You can tell them I'm you sister, or something. I don't care. All I want to do is be with you."
Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here was this beautiful woman offering herself without hesitation. It was the kind of arrangement a man only dreamed about. She was his as long as he wanted her, with no conditions. There would be no jealous scenes if he should decide to bring another woman home to fuck. Nothing but Lynn's complete obedience.
He wouldn't have believed this if he'd heard it from another man. But Lynn was telling him the truth. He could see that in her eyes and in the pale color of her face. She wanted to be his woman for as long as he chose to have her.
"Well," she said. "What do you think of my offer?"
"I think you're a damned fine looking woman," he said. "I think I'd like having you around."
She grinned and put her hand on his thigh. The warmth of her fingers made his cock feel harder. He picked up her hand and placed it on his throbbing prick.
"Baby," he said. "I'm kind of tired right now."
"I understand," she said.
"It would be nice if you would do something for me," he said.
She understood him immediately. A sweet smile came to her face, and she licked her full lips.
"You want me to suck your dick?" she asked.
"Ummm, baby," he answered. "I'd like that very much."
"Then this is going to be one sucking you'll never forget," she told him.
Her fingers kept playing with the length of his throbbing cock. He felt like he was going to burn a hole though his trousers. He could already feel some of his cock-cream leaking into his shorts. He looked again at her full red mouth. Those ripe lips of hers looked just right for sucking.
She moved her hand up and found his zipper. She pulled wildly at his tab and got it undone. She slipped her small hot hand inside his trousers and touched his big meaty cock.
"Ummm," she said softly. "I can't get over how big your cock is. It seems to get bigger each time I touch it."
"It feels big, now," Scott said.
She gently pulled his prick out of his trousers. She ran her fingers around his hot flesh and began moving her hand up and down. Her grasp got tighter. More of his cock cream spilled from the end of his hot cock.
He no longer felt so tired. "You're making me crazy," he said.
"That's exactly how I want you to feel," she whispered.
Her voice was heavy with excitement as she stared down at his big, purplish cock. She loved Scott's prick as she had never loved another man s. She wanted to worship him with her lips and her tongue. She wanted to taste his thick jism in her mouth.
She held his cock tighter, letting her fingers play at the rubbery feeling foreskin. She felt him grasp as her fingers rubbed over his sensitive flesh.
"Dear Jesus," he said. "Nobody's ever played with my cock like you play with it!"
He reached down underneath her nightgown and pulled at it. She felt his hands on her bare thighs and she gasped. He wasn't looking like he was ready for bed anymore. His face was flushed with hunger. His strong fingers dug into her thighs and then slipped upward until they were touching the soft nest of her pubic hairs.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus. Touch me there. I like it. I've been hot so long!"
He kept playing with her cunt until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled away from him and ripped the gown over her head. She saw his look of startled pleasure as he stared at her beautiful body. She was proud of her trim flesh. She did a turn for him and jiggled her asscheeks in the way she knew he liked.
"You're a whore," he whispered.
"Oh yes," she said. "Your whore!"
She sank down to her knees in front of him. She hungrily grasped his hard shaft in her hand as she guided the rubbery cockhead against her ready lips. She moved her lips back and forth over the swollen shaft and she could feel him gasping with pleasure.
"Bitch," he groaned. "You know how to make a man hurt all over!"
She laughed out loud as she kept gently kissing his cockhead. He grabbed the back of her head and his fingers tangled in her thick black hair.
"That feels so fucking good," he groaned. "I want you to suck me. I want you to suck my prick!"
"Then you'll fuck me?" she asked eagerly.
"Oh fuck yes," he answered.
She opened her mouth wide and she sucked the hot cockhead into her lips. Her lips slid down his throbbing meat, wetting his red flesh with her spit. She pulled her head back and began wildly licking the underside of his prick, her tongue covering his flesh with her saliva.
"Oh Christ," he groaned. "Jesus, you're making me feel so fucking good."
She moved her ripe lips down to his balls. He had never felt such intense excitement before. Her lips touched his balls gently and then he felt her mouth opening and sucking one of his balls into the liquid warmth of her mouth.
"Oh Jesus Christ," he cried. "That's so fucking fantastic!"
A few more minutes of kissing and sucking and his entire shaft glistened with her saliva. She moved her head back to admire her work. She had never seen anything so beautiful as his aroused prick. She loved the way it throbbed so hotly in her fingers and the way his prick juice leaked out of the tiny slit at the top.
"I want you to suck me good," he told her. "I want the best fucking blow-job you've ever given!"
"I'll give you the best," she promised.
She stuffed the big hot prick back into her mouth again. She took his shaft as deep in her throat as she could get it. He had never seen anything that looked so obscene as this beautiful woman sucking his cock. He released the grip on her head. He knew she wouldn't try to escape from him. He liked to look at her puffed cheeks and the way her tangled black hair flew about her face as she sucked him.
"You Goddamn bitch," he whispered. "You Goddamn cock-sucking bitch!"
Her head began to bob faster and faster as she took every inch of his big prick deep into her throat. He could feel her wild tongue working on his flesh and he knew he was leaking cum into her mouth. He had never known a woman who really liked the taste of cum, and yet Lynn seemed to like everything about sucking his cock.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "Oh fucking yeah. It feels so good! So Goddamned good!"
She raised her head for a moment. "I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to fill my mouth. I want you to give me every drop!"
"You got it, baby," he said.
He grabbed her head again and this time his hips began to slam his meat deep into her throat. It felt like he was pushing his prick-meat into liquid lava. It was sweet.
"I'm going to fill your fucking mouth," he groaned. "I'm going to fill your fucking mouth! You bitch. You cunt! JESUSSSSS!"
He gave a final lunge and he felt his prick start to jerk. He started shooting his thick liquid into her mouth and she didn't pull her head away. He heard her swallowing the hot cream, and he still felt her tongue working on his flesh. She was trying to drain every drop.
"Jesus," he said softly.
She raised her head and there was a teasing look on her face. "I thought you were tired."
"I was tired," he said, "but you give a man energy."
"Energy enough to give a horny woman a proper fucking?" she asked.
"Just kiss it some more," he said. "And I'll give you a fucking you won't forget."
Something in the sound of his voice made her shiver. She bent her head to his prick again. His cock wasn't completely hard, but it hadn't grown soft. She had a feeling it wouldn't be long before his prick was thrusting into her hot cunt.
"I do love your cock," she whispered. "I think it's the most beautiful cock in the world."
"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," Scott said, and he meant it.
She started licking on his cock some more and she felt his hands go down her front to her big tits. He lifted each of her tits in his fingers and brushed her nipples. They were already hard and achey and his touch made her cry out.
"Ummm," he said. "You must have missed me!"
"I did!" she told him. "I really did!"
His fingers kept brushing her titties as she played with his cock, expertly using her lips, tongue and fingers to bring his flesh to life again. His cockhead started to throb in her fingers a second time and she felt his cock-cream leaking and making his cock wetter.
"Oh God," she groaned. "I need a fucking. I need a fucking so bad."
Scott drew her up on the couch beside him. Her nimble fingers quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and she peeled it off. He helped her with his trousers and in seconds he was just as naked as she was. She ran her fingertips lightly over his thick, hairy chest.
"You're a fantastic man," she said. "A fantastic man."
He started to slowly slide his cock in and out of her hot cunt. Lynn shivered each time his big cock slammed into her. His prickhead was stretching her cuntlips in a new way. It seemed like every time she fucked Scott it was different.
Scott was a fuck-machine such as she'd never had before. He was all man. He could take her places no other man had been able to take her. She could slowly move her hips and feel a growing excitement. She could close her eyes and hear the sound of his cock plunging into her moist hole.
"Fuck me faster," she urged him. "Fuck me really fast!"
Then she had to pull away as the shivers exploded over her body.
Her cream gushed over his cock as he pounded her faster and faster. She could feel his hot prick growing and the first hot leaking of his cum into her pussy.
She gave a sigh of contentment as she felt his prick spurting the rest of his jism into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around him and held him closer. It was nice! She milked his cock by moving her ass back and forth along the bed.
"You're a real man," she whispered. "A real man!"
She realized that what she said was the truth. She had been abandoned, by a husband, but she had gotten a real man to take his place. A man who would give her plenty of joy as long as she kept him happy.
