In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill-seeking-and often deviant-purposes as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity. FREE FOR ALL WIFE is the story of one middle-aged wife, outwardly normal, who discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings in the arms of other men and women. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
COCK! BIG, BEAUTIFUL, HARD COCK! Christy wanted it.
But she also wanted to marry the man it was attached to. And she knew if she gave in to him, she would never get him.
He was panting in her ear and her breasts were sticky with perspiration from his palms. She had never seen Terry so hot. Maybe she shouldn't have taken his cock out of his pants like that. Maybe he wouldn't be so hot that she couldn't control the situation.
Suddenly, she pulled herself from his heated grasp.
"Please, Terry ... we shouldn't." Christy adjusted her sweater back over her heaving tits without replacing her bra. Out of sight, out of mind, she thought.
Little needle-points of sexual excitement still prickled over her skin, and her palms felt clammy.
"Christy Malone, the frightened virgin," Terry said, expelling a huge sigh.
"I'm only eighteen. I have that right. Oh, Terry, darling, we have our whole lives ahead of us for sex!"
A seething tension thickened the air about them. She heard his rapid breathing, and felt the presence of his anger beside her in the car. They were going to have another fight, she knew. And for the same old reason.
"I wish you wouldn't get so angry all the time." She hated having to apologize over and over, but she couldn't help herself. For a moment while they were kissing, she'd felt tempted to give in. With the first warm rush of desire that accompanied the touch of his hand on her breast, she'd wanted to say, "All right, darling. I trust you."
But the words stuck in her throat. That familiar fear rushed back to her and she'd gone cold. "Terry ... honey?"
No answer.
What if she gave in and then he lost interest? The whole town would know and no decent boy would want her, except for that one thing. If her mother was right, a girl should wait. A boy would understand. And her mother, of all people, should know.
"Do you have to sit there like you hate me?" She smiled hopefully and wished his tight lips and narrowed eyes would soften back into an expression of love. He was so handsome, whenever he looked at her that way. It was enough to make a girl wish she didn't know right from wrong.
"How do you expect me to feel?" Terry snapped. "We go so far and then, without any reason, you...." He made a dying gesture with his hands.
Christy fumbled in her purse, found a hanky, and thrust her hands back into his lap. With her hand holding the hanky wrapped around the throbbing head of his cock, she started masturbating him with the other.
His cock jumped in her hand. His hips jerked upward as if her hand were the soft, silky glove of her cunt. Groans and mewling pants came from his throat.
Christy stroked his cock faster and faster and suddenly he reached down and threw her hands away.
"Noooo," he growled. "No, dammit! If I wanted to come that way I would have beat it myself! I want your pussy, Christy. I want to fuck you."
"TERRY!"
"Oh, don't be such a fucking prude, Christy. Shit, you were probably the only virgin in your senior class."
"Someday, Terry, darling ... when we're married. Soon." She tried to soothe him with the usual excuse. But even as she spoke, she heard the lack of conviction in her own words. The same old answer wasn't going to work this time. He didn't want to wait.
"Someday, my eye!" He leaned forward and started the motor. "If you really loved me like you say you do...."
"For God's sake, Terry!" Christy slid down in the seat and chewed her lower Up to keep the tears back. She didn't want to end the evening on such a rotten note, but still she couldn't give him what he wanted. It wasn't right. She just knew it.
"Sure you don't want to change your mind?" He looked over at her, his hand poised threateningly on the emergency brake.
"We can wait a little longer." She fought to keep her voice even. "Maybe after I get my ring." Anything to stall him.
"So that's it!" he exploded. "A stinking little diamond makes the difference!" Tires squealed as he backed the car out onto the dirt road and sped along toward town. "If I was crazy about somebody, I wouldn't let a ring stop me."
* * *
The top of Dieter's body was sprawled across the kitchen table in drunken lifelessness. A stench of cheap gin filled the room and the radio beside the sink blared. Christy winced as the depressing atmosphere rushed up to overwhelm her the moment she'd closed the door. She glanced instinctively toward the bedroom for some sign of her mother. The door was closed. A restless silence told the whole story.
Damn, Christy thought, it was bad enough that her mother had to marry a drunk after her father died, but the drunk had to have a drunk for a son that he brought into their house!
She tiptoed toward her room. Someday she'd be out of this cheap dump, she hissed to herself. Someday soon. The moment Terry could afford to take care of her.
A thick hand snaked out and grabbed her skirt. "Gotcha!" Dieter twisted his fingers through the thin material and pulled her toward the table. "Thought I was out cold, huh?"
"Leave me alone, Dieter. You're drunk." Christy tried to free herself. It was no use. He was too strong for her.
"Come on, baby. Just one little kiss. What'll it cost ya?"
She sneered and struggled to break loose. "Shut up or they'll hear." She pointed toward the closed door.
"No, they won't," he chuckled. "They're too busy. Just like we should be."
"I said no!" She grabbed his fist and tried to pry the cruel fingers apart.
He rose to his full six feet of hungry, panting rage. "Don't give me that shit," he growled at the quivering figure before him. "If you can put out for that Terry kid, you can throw a little my way!"
"That's different," Christy pleaded. But she knew he was too drunk to understand.
"Why is it so different?" he snarled. "I'm not your real brother, anyhow. It wouldn't make any difference if the two of us...." He reached for her again.
She ducked away and ran to her room.
He caught her just inside the door and closed it behind him. His mouth crushed down on hers and his tongue forced its way between her clenched teeth. At the same time, his hands slid beneath her sweater. They came in direct contact with the already swollen globs of her breasts. Christy wished she had refastened her bra.
"Jesus, you got some pair of jugs, honey," he gasped, as he crushed her tit-flesh with his huge, meaty hands.
Christy squirmed uncomfortably in his embrace, but she couldn't escape. He was all hands and those hands were all over her, touching, feeling, demanding.
His breath was hot against her face. "Now, baby, show me what you do for your boyfriend." His fingers gripped at the front of her skirt. "Show me how you fuck him!"
Christy brought her knee up sharply. Dieter howled and doubled up against the wall. His eyes glared murderously. "You little bitch," he snarled. "I'll fix you!"
His powerful hands shredded her skirt like tissue paper. Again she tried to free herself, but he caught her by the sweater. It left her clothes in shreds, along with her bra. When she turned to face him, she wore only her thin nylon panties. His eyes missed nothing of the tan perfection of her supple young body. They roamed over the jiggling expanse of her heavy tits down to the dark triangle that gleamed in the vee of her thighs.
"Jesus, God, you are some fine lookin' cunt! And I aim to get me a little of it!"
"Get away from me, you drunken bastard! I'll scream!"
"I don't give a shit," he bellowed, and lunged for her. His weight carried them backward across the bed. Suddenly, Christy lay helpless under the bulk of his big body.
"Please ... please, Dieter! Let me do it with my hand for you! Please, let me do it that way!"
He rolled from her body and the bed, but held her down with one powerful hand as he jerked his pants down to his knees. He wore no shorts and his cock reared like a telephone pole toward her.
"Big, ain't it, Christy. Bet it's bigger than that punk you been fuckin', ain't it? This here's a man's cock, baby!"
"Dieter! DIETER, I'M A VIRGIN!"
"Maybe in your ass, baby."
"I hate you, you bastard!" He hadn't heard a word she had said.
"I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before, bitch! Right here, right now! With your sweet little ass pounding off the bed, back at me! Understand?"
His foul words and their unmistakable meaning, made her cry out in terror. She couldn't believe this was happening, but it was true ... overwhelmingly, frighteningly true. She pressed against the bed as if trying to blend her body with it, trying somehow to escape this leering man who stood fondling his monstrous prick and balls like a filthy pervert before her eyes; but there was no escape.
The big man's eyes studied the perfection of her naked body as his hand brought his cock to an even thicker girth. His throbbing prick and balls felt as if they were weighted down with increasing amounts of white hot lead, and the swollen glands of his weapon ached with maddening intensity.
"I'm gonna put this big dick of mine so far up in your hot little belly that you'll scream and beg for me to pump you full of cum!" he said feverishly.
"Oh God, nooooo!" Christy squealed in anguish, her eyes reflecting the terror she felt. "Oh, Deiter, please ... please, don't!"
"The hell I won't!" he roared, still manipulating his great bloated cock, drawing the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness, reveling in the command he had over his young step-sister. "I've had it with you and your fucked-up holier-than-thou ways! I want a woman, a real woman. And, by Christ, I'm gonna make one out of you tonight!"
With those words, he reached and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her soft warmth to him, his hands exploring her voluptuous flesh. His hot mouth sought hers, found it, closed on it, and his tongue flashed searingly into the warm cavern of her mouth. She fought against him, trying to break his brutally pinning grip, but she was too weak. She felt his heated, turgid prick grind like a red-hot branding iron against her smooth white belly.
No! No! Christy's mind shrieked in disbelief, this can't be happening to me! Oh please! NOOOOOO!
He pulled her roughly onto the cold floor. She tried to rake his bare back with her nails, but he had her pinned in such a way that she was completely defenseless. He used the weight of his muscular body to force her down onto the floor. Within moments their writhing bodies were stretched out prone, and Dieter trailed moist kisses down along the flesch of her neck and tits. His mouth found the rising swell of one perfectly nippled breast, and taking the tender bud between his teeth, he licked and sucked it into involuntary hardness. His hand slipped between their bodies, and his fingers slid through the soft, damply curling pubic hairs and forced its way between her tightly closed thighs.
With the palm of his hand resting flatly against the warm lips of her cuntal cleft, he began to slide his hand up and down in the little narrow slit. His fingers teased the tight, elastic opening of her cunt mouth, working to bring lubrication from the clenching walls, as she twisted furiously in his grip. His outstretched index finger found the tiny nub of her clitoris, and he exulted in the gasp of shock that erupted from her throat at the contact.
"On second thought," he growled, "I'm gonna take you right here on the floor. That's all a prick-teasin' cunt like you deserves!"
His finger continued its wild teasing of her clitoris. At the same time, he rubbed the slippery head of his throbbing prick along the smoothness of her belly, back and forth, back and forth. Torrid heat swirled in great rising waves from his balls, and he knew he was too hot to be able to control his orgasm for very long. He wanted to fuck her now. NOW!
In her horror, Christy's mind filled with thoughts of Terry. No, no, she thought, it's Terry's ... my cherry belongs to Terry! And a second, stronger, thought of revulsion entered her mind; Dieter hasn't even taken his clothes off! He's going to fuck me, and he hasn't even taken off his pants ... just dropped them to his knees!
Dieter raised up. He slipped one knee between her tightly clenched legs. She struggled to keep them closed.
"You bitch! Spread those legs so I can see that pussy of yours! Like a real woman, bitch, so I can see your cunt in the light!"
There was something in his voice, in his lust-filmed eyes, which made her obey his harsh command immediately. A tremor of fear wound its way rapidly along her spine. She had the instinctive feeling that he would hurt her if she didn't give in. Slowly, her face flushing in embarrassment and fright, she parted her legs.
Dieter grinned obscenely down at her cunt, so richly pink and moist, the lips like velvet fleece with downy pubic hair, the erect little clitoris quivering like a red rosebud. He was so wildly turned on by the sight that he couldn't wait any longer. He released one of her arms and grabbed his impatiently throbbing cock as he lowered himself over her form. With an almost animal-like growl, he placed the bloated, purplish head of his prick at the entrance to her quivering pussy slit, teasing it along the rich, fleshy valley.
Then suddenly, without warning, he shoved his powerful hips forward with a vicious cry of triumph and drove his great hot length of hardened cockflesh into her tight young pussy, reveling as the warm wet feel of her soft inner walls expanded around his blood-engorged rod.
"AAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!" Christy screamed in pain at his brutal entrance, her hips jerking up and legs rising off the floor. "Ohhhh, God, you've done it! It's gone, it's gone! You've taken it! I'm spoiled!" She raved like a madwoman, the pain of the cockmeat splitting her body in half at the juncture of her thighs. "YOU BAAAAASST-"
Her cry was shut off as Dieter's hot mouth found hers and crushed down with brutal force. His bitter, whiskey-soaked tongue filled her mouth as his long, blood-soaked cock filled her cunt.
The lust-crazed step brother began to plunge in and out of her now with ferocious ramming strokes, pulling his heated shaft almost all the way out before burying it again completely in the depths of her cringing young cunt. Each time he flexed forward, the hairy sac of his testicles slapped loudly against her twitching, upraised buttocks. Christy ground her hips down against the floor in a futile attempt to escape the relentless impalement, and her legs jerked wide on either side of his convulsing body.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed into his mouth. "Dieter, you're hurting me ... uunnngghhhh! NOOOOOO!"
But he was mindless with lust now, consumed with the need for powerful release with the girl who had for six months been taunting him with her angelic face and her beautiful body.
He fucked into her relentlessly, plunging his thick rampaging hardness into the defenseless passage between her legs. His sperm-laden balls grew hotter and hotter with each pounding stroke.
Lying helpless beneath his onslaught, Christy's eyes filled with tears of of pain and humiliation. She prayed desperately for this horrible rape to end. She yearned for escape from her horrible fate, yearned for this madman to come and end the brutal assault on her body.
Trying to force his orgasm and get it over with, she began to jerk and twist her hips in a circular motion, opening and closing her cunt muscles, squeezing his cock as hard as she could.
"That's it!" he yelped in delight. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it! Fuck me, baby, fuck me back! FUUUUUCKKK MEEEEE!"
She tried to shut her mind to the obscene words, and concentrate on bringing him off as quickly as possible, churning her hips wildly, squeezing his massively jerking cock with her cunt muscles harder and harder.
Dieter felt a surge of elation roar through him as Christy increased her wild movements; it was as if his attempt to break through her icy demeanor with a brutal screwing was actually going to work! In response to her unexpected passion, his body began to convulse wildly as his orgasm approached.
"Ohhhh," he groaned, "Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna come ... oh baby, fuck me ... I'm gonna COOOOOOMMMMME!"
Suddenly he was there. She felt the first jet of white sticky semen burst from his wildly jerking shaft.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" he bellowed, arching his body as it shuddered in the throes of climax. He pumped stream after stream of boiling hot cum into her brutalized pussy flesh as he moaned incoherently.
Christy gritted her teeth as her belly filled with his unwanted semen. Her naked young body was rigid and wracked with pain; she shared none of his passionate sense of release. To her, this was an ugly, vile act she had to endure. Whatever desire she'd had earlier in the evening with Terry, whatever desperate hope she had harbored to be a fulfilled woman, was not swept away by the excruciating pain and merciless torture she had endured at the hands of this animal.
Dieter continued to spurt his seemingly endless flood of hot male seed into her cringing cunt, convinced that she equally enjoyed the raging, gushing orgasm he felt.
After what seemed like hours, he finally collapsed with a long sigh of satisfaction, pressing his weight against her soft body on the floor. His still twitching prick began to deflate and finally slipped from the bloody, semen-drenched hole of her cunt. Sighing again, he rolled off of her.
Christy jumped up and ran to her closet. She threw a robe around her naked, bruised body and tugged the belt tight. When she turned back to him, he was belting his pants and smiling.
"Get out," she hissed. "Get your filthy body out of my room!"
"Sure, baby," he chuckled. "'I'll next time."
That was it. Too much. She opened her mouth and filled the house with an ear-piercing scream.
Her mother burst through the door, shaking her head to wake from a drugged sleep. "Dieter, what's going on here?"
"Nothin', Ma ... nothin'." He turned on a big smile and sauntered to her. "Christy and I were just kidding around, that's all."
"Don't you call her Ma!" Christy screamed, and ran across the room toward the protection of the woman's arms. "She's no relative of yours!"
"Christy, stop it." The woman's voice turned fearful. "I told you never to talk like that to Dieter."
"What's all the noise about?" Dieter's father hulked out of the bedroom, wearing only a torn undershirt and shorts. "Can't a guy get some sleep around here?" He licked his lips and turned toward his wife. "Come on back to bed."
"Just tell your son to keep his hands off me!" Christy screamed as her stepfather disappeared back into his bedroom. "I've had enough of that drunken bum!"
"Now you just wait a damned minute." He rushed back into the room and started for her. "I don't care what you think about him, but as long as you live under my roof...."
"Your roof, hell!" Christy cried, as the fury threatened to explode her skull. "Just because you moved into my father's house...."
"Enough!" Her mother stepped between them. "I don't want to hear any more of that talk. Now go to bed, Christy. You've said plenty."
"But what about him?" The girl felt the tears cloud her vision as she pointed toward Dieter's smug grin. "Is it okay for him to come after me, every time your back is turned?"
"She's just exaggeratin'," Dieter said, innocently. "Besides, who wants it after she's given it to her boyfriend?" He laughed derisively.
Christy started for him. She wanted to claw his eyes out.
Dieter easily shoved her back until she sprawled on the bed.
Christy started to scream, "he raped me", but she looked up at the vacant, unseeing eyes of her mother and knew it would do no good. She didn't have a chance in this house any more.
They filed from the bedroom and left her sobbing in the darkness. It seemed to intensify her pain and her sadness. Her body trembled and her stomach felt as if it were turning inside out. Now her home was unbearable. She had to get away fast, she knew. Out of that madhouse to someplace, anyplace, where she could feel safe.
And, suddenly, she knew just how she was going to do it.
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning they were all up and out of the house before Christy even moved. She sat up in her bed and groaned wearily as she became conscious of the dull, aching sensations that pervaded her body, particularly her pubic area. A wave of bitterness swept over her as she began to vividly recall what had happened the night before.
She rose from the bed slowly and painfully, scarcely believing the changes that she felt. Had what happened made her a woman? She didn't feel like a different woman. She just felt sore.
How could something like that happen to me in my very own house? she thought bitterly, as she showered and dressed in a form-fitting skirt and blouse.
And then, as she piled her mane of dark hair high on her head, she remembered; it wasn't her house any more.
She called work and told them she was ill and wouldn't be in. Then she packed her bags and hid them in the back of the garage. Then she called Terry at work.
It took some fast talking, but she convinced him that she had to see him that afternoon. After a whole pack of cigarettes and more coffee than she had ever consumed in one day before, the doorbell rang.
She ran to the front door with a firm determination in her mind and body, and let Terry in.
"What's the big rush?" He sounded puzzled as she led him into the living room.
"How much do you love me, Terry?" Christy didn't have time to stall any more.
"Don't tell me you dragged me all the way over here to ask me that."
"Please, Terry, I have to know. Do you want to marry me?"
"Sure ... someday. Why?"
"How about now?"
"You're crazy."
"Am I?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself up close to him. She felt him tense at the contact.
"You're acting awfully strange." His voice was thick with arousal. "What's with you?"
"Never mind," she whispered. Then she cupped his face between her palms and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
Christy heard his breath catch in his throat and knew she'd won. She congratulated herself silently and tried to believe that what she was about to do was justified. It was the only way, she told herself. And it would have happened sooner or later anyhow.
His fingers found the material of her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. Christy rubbed her pillowy breasts against his chest and let him explore the smooth flesh over her back. She was too nervous to feel excitement, but she knew that didn't matter. He would never know the difference. And that's all she cared about.
"What about...?" His words were lost in the softness of her neck.
"Everyone's out at work," she murmured. "They won't be back for hours and hours."
Blood pounded in his brain as he lifted his lips from hers and held her at arm's length. She was absolutely beautiful, with shiny black hair that toppled to her shoulders at the touch of his fingers. Her skin was a golden tan and her eyes sparkled with a new glint he had never seen before. She wore very little makeup, yet her cheeks bloomed and her red lips were full and sensual.
She was dressed in a clinging, soft white jersey blouse that revealed her firm young breasts. They jutted out ripely beneath the supple garment. Her tight, yellow skirt molded her tiny waist and lushly curving hips to perfection. Her legs were sleek, long and slender.
His cock leaped in his pants at the thought that this time she wasn't teasing or bull-shitting him. This time she was going to come across.
Without another word, Terry led her toward her bedroom. Christy forced her fears aside as he unbuttoned her blouse and buried his face in the scented valley between her tits. This had to be done, she kept telling herself. And that's all she must think about.
He fought with the clasp on her bra. Finally, the lacy garment was tossed to the floor.
"Oh, Christy ... Christy, honey." He kissed one pink nipple and then the other, before lowering her onto the bed.
She raised her hips as her skirt was tugged down over her bare legs. She knew that only her thin panties remained now before he would see all of her.
Her face flushed crimson and her cheeks burned as his shaking, clumsy fingers ripped the thin elastic band. She closed her eyes and let him touch her body wherever he wanted to. A slight quivering darted through her flesh, but it wasn't nearly as pleasurable as it had been with him, at other times.
After they were married, she told herself. Then, she could relax and enjoy it. For now, it was enough that this would set her free. And she kept telling that to herself as he touched her, kissed her, and took off his own clothes.
She felt his naked body next to hers and a panic rioted through her brain. "Terry...." Her voice was thin and seemed to come from far away.
He didn't answer. He was too busy kissing the tips of her tits to rigid life and teasing the flesh of her thighs with his hand.
"Terry, tell me it's all right," she begged. "We'll get married right away?"
"Sure, baby, sure. Anything you say." He covered her lips with his.
The fears and doubts seemed to wash away from her body. Her skin started to come alive under his touch. She opened her eyes and, for the first time in daylight, examined his naked cock.
She was trembling as her eyes saw the huge staff swaying like the head of a cobra above his hairy groin. My God, she thought, have I been feeling that all these months? It looked twice as big as it had in the car. It must be much bigger than Dieter's. Good grief, she thought, he'll tear me in half! He'll kill me!
But I want him. I didn't want Dieter, she continued. Maybe that will make it better.
"Be gentle, Terry darling," she sighed. "You're so big!" Then she remembered to add. "Remember, it's my first time."
"Yeah, honey, yeah."
She lay hesitantly, looking up into his face and then at his cock throbbing violently before her. His lithe body lowered between her knees and he snuggled against her thighs. She took his big cock in her hands and guided it to her slit. Then, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she levered the long prick between her legs and cried out.
"FUCK ME, TERRY! GIVE IT TO ME! MAKE ME LOVE YOUR COCK! TAKE MEEEEEEE!"
Terry couldn't believe his ears. This was a virgin, he thought, a real virgin. I've got to go slow, got to be gentle. But she was also a lot of woman, and she wanted his cock.
He couldn't hold back then, even if she had wanted him to. He was swimming with lust, with months of pent-up yearning for her pussy cascading down on him.
"Hurry, Terry, darling! Do it fast! It won't hurt so bad that way! Otherwise you'll split me in half!"
He lunged down and forward.
"OOOHHHHH, GODDDDD ... I can't take it! Take it out, please, take it out!" She screamed at the top of her voice as soon as she felt the full length of his massive cock slip into her. It was too tight, and the cockhead felt the size of a baseball bat being pushed through the eye of a needle.
Terry pumped up and down to get more room, to inch his prick all the way in. He reached up under her to take a good hold of her ass, grabbing a soft cheek in each hand. He pulled her hips up tight into his groin and wrapped her legs high around his neck. He had a straight shot into her tiny cunt.
"Just relax, baby ... it won't hurt for long! You'll see!"
It was exciting looking down on her face, at her writhing body beneath him, ready to take his big prick into her belly. He didn't ram her at first, trying to ease his monstrous cock in slowly, easily. He could feel the top and walls of her pussy, and how shallow and tight it was. He withdrew and let just the tip remain in her. It alone was almost big enough to fill her.
The pain was almost unbearable, but Christy urged him on. "Go on, Terry, do it! Fuck me! Use your cock, split me in half! Make me come! Ohhhh, Terry, you handsome lover, stick it in me! Fuck my cunt to death!" To herself she was thinking, God, do all women get this much prick inside them?
Terry reached down with his lips and kissed and sucked her tits hungrily. He rubbed his nose over her taut nipples and then ran his tongue up their fleshy sides.
Again, Christy's brain reeled. God, his lips are as hot as fire when he licks my tits. He's like a cat licking cream! He knows how to love, he understands a woman!
And then, out loud, she screamed, "I'm a woman, Terry ... I'm a woman! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
She felt a rush of unbearable desire, so great that it was almost painful, a desire to feel the desire-hardened cock ramming into her over and over again. His hand ground persistently into the soft, rolling flesh of her breasts and she wanted nothing more than to have him obliterate her, pound her to nothingness beneath him.
Terry pressed his lips hard to her and pushed his long pointed tongue deep into her open mouth as she writhed upward toward him, pushing her hips pleadingly against him.
He lunged, driving his cockhead through the clasping mouth of her pussy, and ramming ins turgid shaft clear up to her cervix in one stroke.
"AAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHHH!" She was filled by him, taken completely by him.
She was pinned to the bed, smashed by the pleasure-giving ramrod of his long, hard prick. Stunned by the impact at first, she lay panting beneath him. He had conquered her and now she wanted it! How good it was!
Then she went wild, her arms alternately flailing out flat on the mattress and grasping him about the neck. Then her nails were on his back, running thin lines along the length of its arched surface, trailing against him as her long naked legs snaked up and around his back. With her strong thighs she pulled him still closer into the burning, hair-lined entrance of her pussy flesh.
Yes, this is what she had wanted-his lips against hers, his heat-filled body covering hers, his pounding cock surging high up inside her and making her feel complete, making her feel like a real woman!
Christy felt she could live forever as long as Terry was there above her, taking her, fucking into her with all his strength. He rode her hard and fast now, slapping into her with all his might, and she could feel the head of his cock touching her innermost depths on every stroke.
Terry knew it wouldn't be long now before he would have to let loose. He had to exert all his will now just to keep up with her pace. Her ravenous body egged him on, begging him for more and more with each rapidly churning thrust.
He thought he would soon go mad if he didn't ease the fullness of his balls and spurt his hot scalding cum deep into Christy's sex-starved pussy.
"OH ... OH ... OHHHHHHH!" She was gasping for air now as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was almost there ... almost but not quite. Just a few more seconds, a few more thrusts.
Terry felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Something broke loose inside him and he quickly threw his hands down beneath her knees, pulling her long legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her gyrating ass cheeks tilted against his thighs and his lust-swollen cock slid even farther up into the slanted shaft of her pussy.
She was squirming and tossing beneath him. "OHHHH, HARDER! HARDER!" she gasped, her heels beating into his back.
But he was already there. There was no turning back.
With a cry of lust and abandon, Terry let loose a stream of thick sperm that shot straight up into her wildly contracting cunt.
But it was too soon for Christy. When he re-positioned her legs, she lost precious ground in her struggle toward completion. She had felt herself climbing toward the peak of it and then just before she reached the orgasm she so badly needed, his scalding hot cum filled her.
His muscular body trembled and quaked against hers as she clung to him, still hoping against hope that she might still be able to make it, to join him in his climax. Her straining pussy milked hungrily at his rapidly deflating cock, grasping for the girth that was no longer there.
Finally, Terry was still and she lay silent beneath him, as his softening prick slipped gradually from the heat of her wet but unsatisfied pussy.
Is that it? she thought. Even with Terry, is that all there is?
But when we're married, and belong totally to each other, then it will be different. It will be better.
"You okay, honey?" His voice was hoarse from exertion.
"Yes, I'm fine." Christy adjusted herself comfortably in his arms. She wondered if he'd get insulted if she put her clothes back on. She decided to chance it. Terry didn't seem to mind. Without comment, he climbed back into his own clothes.
"I've got my stuff all packed," she announced, when she was fully dressed again.
"What stuff?"
"My clothes." She walked over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "I have to have something to wear on our honeymoon, don't I?"
He looked down at her and frowned. "You're very funny," he said, "but that's nothing to kid about."
"Who's kidding?" She felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. "I meant what I said before. It's so simple to elope. All we have to do is get in your car and...."
"Come on now, baby, enough of that." He glanced eagerly toward the door. "I told you, these things take time."
"What do you mean time?" She heard her voice soar, but she couldn't control it. He'd promised. He'd said that he'd marry her. Right there in her bed, he'd given his word.
His face became a stone-like mask when she reminded him of his promise. "I can't support both of us right now."
"Money isn't everything," she pleaded.
"The hell it isn't," he said. "Maybe in time...."
"FUCK TIME!" Christy yelled. "The time is now!"
Her words, and the way she said them, stunned him. "No way. No dice, baby, not now!"
Then she heard herself screaming at him. And soon after, she was watching him walk down the drive to his car.
He left her standing in the front door.
"All right, so money is that important," she hissed between clenched teeth. "Then we'll just get the fucking money!"
Two hours later she was on a bus to San Francisco.
CHAPTER THREE
For the next year, Christy did nothing with her pussy but sit on it and pee through it. She worked for a while in a topless bar as a go-go dancer, but quickly realized that she would get nothing from that but sagging tits and pinched buttocks.
At the end of that first year, she took the money she had saved and redid her image. She cut her hair to a conservative length, did over her whole wardrobe, bought a stylish car, and moved into a very expensive apartment house that catered to young university students who could afford it.
She had several dates. They were easy to get by displaying her body in a bikini by the pool. But she soon discovered that her body alone would only tempt the wrong kind of man-the non-marrying kind.
At last she was forced to take a job. But this time she chose well. She became a clerk in the university law school library. It was boring and a drag. While other girls her age were running around having a good time, she was stuck with a crummy job. And each day things grew a little bit worse.
Every morning, the library doors opened and she watched rich college kids pile into the room. Good clothes, expensive cars, lots of spending cash. What made them better than herself? Just luck, she answered her own question. But luck could be arranged, she felt sure. If a girl were smart enough.
And then one day her luck paid off.
He came over with some excuse about a book he didn't know where to find. She went along with his line. She'd already caught him giving her body the once over. If he'd come back for more, that could mean only one thing.
It took him exactly three minutes to ask her out on a date.
And three seconds for her to refuse.
Never make it too easy for a guy, Christy thought. If he wanted you enough to ask once, he'd ask twice.
And he did. The very next day. This time she said yes.
His name was Martin Brouchette, and his family was loaded. His bar exams were a month away and he was very close to a junior partnership in a big firm.
He was perfect. He could handle people, but he knew nothing about women. They handled him.
That first date scared her a little. He was too sweet. He didn't try to lay a hand on her. And she began to worry that perhaps she'd made a mistake.
Until the second date, when he showed his true colors.
They'd been out dancing and he'd had a little too much to drink. Christy didn't mind that, because it got her out of talking. Whenever a guy was high, he'd go on and on about himself. And she could ignore him without his ever knowing it.
And then they were back at her apartment house. And he'd stopped talking.
The bulb in the lobby had blown out. Christy quickened her step, anxious for them to reach the well-lighted first landing. She'd had her hassles in that hall before. And they were always the same.
When he pulled her into his arms, she thought she'd be able to get off with just one little kiss. But Martin wasn't taking no for an answer.
His tongue slid in between her lips and Christy felt herself backed to the wall. She squirmed and tried to wriggle free, but before she knew it, his hand was moving in through the opening in her coat.
She shivered at the feeling of a cold hand on her warm flesh, but that didn't discourage him. He continued to explore the inside of her dress until his fingers closed around the blunt-edged nipple.
"Martin ... please, I'm not that kind of girl." She squirmed from his arms and slammed the door in his face.
It worked. Two weeks later she met his family. One month later he proposed. She had kept him wanting, but she wouldn't give him a sample.
The wedding was lavish, exactly how Christy wanted it.
She had told Martin and his parents that her parents were dead. To her they were.
Martin took her to a secluded lodge in the country for their honeymoon. The moment Christy saw it, she knew she was going to hate it. There was nothing to do but fuck.
"Why don't we just get comfortable?" Martin said, as he reached for his tie and opened the knot.
Christy shivered and glanced quickly to the table. There was still half a bottle of champagne left. "Let's have another drink first," she suggested. "It's silly to waste such good stuff."
She knew that he couldn't have cared less about the wine. But she knew also, that he wasn't about to refuse her anything. And so she kept filling his glass, until the bottle was empty.
His eyes seemed to bore through her clothes as he walked across the room to take her in his arms. Christy returned the kiss and forced herself not to gag at the taste of the liquor on his lips. She hated the smell of alcohol. It reminded her of home. The home that she'd worked so hard to leave.
And then he let her go suddenly and sat down on the bed. "Take those stupid clothes off." His speech was slurred, but the tone was almost a command.
"Don't be ... silly," Christy stammered. "You're much too drunk anyhow. Why don't we wait until tomorrow?"
"No, I've waited long enough. Now come on."
Christy did as she was told. Slowly, painfully, she started to peel off her clothing, hating every minute of it and loathing the man sitting in front of her, leering at every inch of skin as it was bared.
"Jesus, Christy, honey ... you're beautiful," he whispered, as she stood before him in just her bra and panties. He stood up and moved to her, taking her passionately in his arms. His hands were all over her, feeling, torturing, probing her unwilling flesh and leaving her repulsed. She recoiled from his touch. "Hey, what the fuck is this?" he hissed. "It's okay, Christy, we're married now! What's the matter ... are you frigid or something?"
His words stung her mind. Make sure he enjoys it, she told herself, make sure you've got him hooked good!
"You do it, honey," she cooed. "You take my bra and panties off and then fuck me ... fuck me good!"
Martin's ears rang with the wonderful, lewd words. Now there's a real woman, he thought. Her coldness has just been a front! She really wants to fuck!
Her eyes drew him to her as much as the swell of her huge tits bulging above her lacy bra cups. He lowered his head and her warm mouth opened wide. She sucked his lips and tongue between hers hungrily. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and the sweet saliva filled his mouth as her tongue wrapped around hers, caressing it.
Her breath fanned his cheek as she pressed herself close against him, turning her head to one side and opening her mouth wider. He thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth until it was at the back of her throat, swirling it around and around the warm depths.
"Undress me, Martin," she gasped, finally breaking the passionate kiss.
She took his hand and guided it, placing it on one of her heaving tits and pressing it. He became more and more aroused as he stiffened his tongue and drove it again as far as he could into her mouth.
She let his tongue slide from her mouth as she moved away a few inches and fumbled with the clasp on her bra. It fell away from her shimmering breasts and she shrugged out of the garment, tossing it to the floor as she reached for his hand.
His palm closed over her naked tit-flesh, and a thrill raced down his spine. Her skin was soft and silky, and her tit overflowed his hand, it was so huge.
"Do you like big tits, Martin? I've got big tits. Suck on my tits, Martin! Put both nipples in your mouth and suck! They're yours, Martin ... suck 'em! Suck 'em all you want to, Martin!"
He opened his mouth wide and took as much of the twin globes as he could. God, she was a good one, he thought happily. My cock is finally going to get a beautiful bath tonight!
He kept sucking hungrily on her tits and flicking his hot tongue back and forth across the nipples. Her arms wrapped around his head, and a deep sigh of satisfaction came from her throat as she stroked his wavy hair. Martin ran his hands up and down her slender, curved back, feeling her soft, velvety skin. Then his hands moved farther down, cupping and kneading the flesh of her lush buttocks through the thin panties.
She patted his face gently as she wormed away. She walked to the bed and turned to face him, running her hands provocatively up and down her flat belly, across the thin fabric of the panties, and down the insides of her creamy thighs. Martin's breath came in gasping pants as he looked at her, burning with desire. She slid her hands inside her panties, pushing them slowly, tantalizingly, down over her hips. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed as she kicked her legs into the air and slid her panties off her feet.
Martin could hardly contain his lust as she posed naked before his eyes. His knees felt weak as she stretched out on the bed, letting his eyes devour her perfect body.
The triangle of lush black curly pubic hair contrasted sharply with the smooth sheen of her soft, olive skin. His eyes traveled on up her body, over her tiny waist, her slender chest, the jutting mounds of her huge breasts, and up to her beautiful face.
Christy was looking at him, her lips slightly parted and a deep gleam in her large eyes. "Do you like me, Martin? Am I beautiful to you?"
He stood transfixed, paralyzed, and trembling with a raging need for her body. "God, yes, Christy." His voice was hoarse with lust. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She smiled, running her hands sensuously over her lush form. "If you'll only feel that way an hour from now, darling. Now take your clothes off and come to me, darling! Come to me and make love to me ... fuck me!"
She flipped over on her side and pillowed her head on her forearm as she watched him move toward the bed, jerking at his clothes. He pulled them off and threw them on the floor in a trail leading to the bed, and when he pushed his trousers and shorts down, his cock sprang upward in a throbbing arc from his groin.
Christy's eyes fastened on it as he walked slowly toward the bed, thrills of anticipation making his limbs tremble. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, reaching out for his cock. He stood by the side of the bed, and an ecstatic thrill raced through him as she put out her hand and grasped his prick, feeling and fondling it.
"Ohhh, Martin, it's so big!" she cooed. "So nice and big and hard! It's going to just fit my pussy, Martin, darling! I can hardly wait to feel this big, hard hunk of meat in my pussy!"
Her words faded and became muffled as she pressed her lips to the side of his prick and one of her hands cupped his aching balls, caressing and squeezing them. He looked down at the beautiful girl in front of him, and ran his trembling fingers through her silky, raven hair. She grasped the swollen shaft of his cock in both hands and opened her mouth wide, bending lower. She took the head of his prick into her warm mouth and the hot, damp feel of her mouth around the bulbous head made every muscle in his body quiver. A hard, tense spasm raced through him as he took her beautiful face between his hands.
He moved his hips forward, sliding his prick between those sensuous lips. Christy opened her mouth wider and straightened herself to position her face for him. His hips began moving in short, slow strokes, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth. She pressed the throbbing staff between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as he began fucking into her harder, driving his cock deep into her mouth until the head of it was pressing against the back of her throat.
"Oh, oh, oh God, Christy, it's good, it's so fucking good!" he cried. He was pleasantly amazed. She sucks too, he thought happily. My God, how fantastic this marriage is going to be!
Suddenly a fury of need, of desire for her cunt possessed him. He pulled his prick out of her mouth and climbed onto the bed. He swarmed over her, kissing her, feeling her. Her beautiful body was the epitome of perfection as he knelt over her.
Christy spread her arms and legs wide apart as she smiled up at him. He mouthed one of her luscious tits as he fondled the other. Then one hand slid down her flat stomach to cup her pussy. Her cunt mound was soft and tender under the covering of crisp hair, and he squeezed it tenderly as he took more of her breast into his mouth, sucking it as hard as he could.
Christy whimpered and writhed on the bed, her hands moving over his head and shoulders in quick, urgent touches, as he let her breast slide from his mouth and moved his lips on down her body, nibbling and licking the succulent flesh.
Her body quivered and jerked in spasms as the sensations caused by his exploring hands and mouth raced through her. He stabbed the tip of his tongue into her navel, and she uttered a choked wail as she undulated in rapid waves, making her belly move in a rolling ripple. She spread her legs even wider and held her feet high in the air as he dragged the tips of his fingers down the inside of one of her thighs and trailed the tip of his tongue down the side of the other. Then she uttered a strangled scream as he opened his mouth wide and dipped his head between her thighs, taking her pussy into his eager mouth.
The warm, pungent taste of her body filled his lungs as he sucked her pussy hungrily and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth through the juicy slit. Christy's body jerked in hard spasms and she frantically tried to grasp his cock and balls as they dangled beneath his hairy groin.
"Me too!" she cried. "I want to suck you, too, while you suck my pussy!"
Martin quickly moved around to straddle her head on his knees, his lips never once leaving the succulent flesh of her cunt.
She groped for his balls as she licked madly at his dangling prick. Martin lowered his hips, and felt the warm, delicious sensation of his cock sliding into her mouth. She cupped his balls with both hands and squeezed them gently as he moved his hips up and down, fucking her mouth with slow, deep strokes.
He flicked out with the hardened tip of his tongue and teased the bud of her clitoris, licking back and forth, back and forth. Her thighs clamped tightly around his head as she began to buck and writhe, pressing her pussy up to his lapping mouth.
Martin cupped her firm buttocks with his hands as he caressed her clit with his slavering tongue and slid it farther down to stab into her pussy slit. Christy jerked on the bed under him as he hotly tongue-fucked her beautiful cunt and drove his throbbing cock between her lips.
Beautiful, Christy thought, I might even come this way. Go ahead, you bastard, eat me! I'll suck the cum from your cock. I don't care, i'll even swallow the shit!
EAT ME! her mind screamed, and I won't have to fuck you!
But the taste of her cunt had aroused Martin to such heights that he was careening toward an orgasm-an orgasm that he wanted in her cunt. He pulled his hotly throbbing prick from her mouth and took his head from between her thighs.
Then he whirled around on the bed and hovered between her thighs.
"No, baby, no!" Christy cried. "I want it in my mouth! Let me suck it off!"
She wriggled to her hands and knees in an effort to elude him. But he hadn't heard her. And all he could see was the delightful crack of her ass leading down to the puffy, wet lips of her cunt.
He moved in behind her and, before she could wriggle away from him, he positioned the head of his big cock at her cuntal entrance and lunged.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried.
His cock was halfway up her hole. He flexed the huge shaft, causing it to leap even farther up into her cringing belly.
"Oohhhhh, don't! Please ... wait! AAAGGGHHHHH!"
The impatient young husband didn't wait a second longer to give her a chance to adjust to his size. He immediately began fucking in and out of her moistly clasping passage, his body-jolting thrusts pounding into her like a pile-driver, brushing her cervix relentlessly.
He stared down at her bent-over body, her enticing white buttocks wiggling in pained protest to his merciless rhythm as his glistening cock appeared, disappeared, then appeared again. The exciting vision made him lose all control. She was more sensual than he had ever dreamed, and it made the cum in his seething balls stir with lusting passion.
Never having been fucked like this, Christy was horrified by the depth of his impalement up into her belly. She felt split apart. It shocked her to the point of almost destroying the passion she had tried to dredge up for him.
She clamped her teeth over her lips and took it. She bitterly felt like she was simply being used, a receptacle for his lusting passion, with no care or feeling or understanding. She was only an open cunt to be fucked like any common slut! She pressed her face into the bed, hoping that he would come soon and get it over with.
Martin fucked maniacally. He thrust his hips forward, driving his lust-thickened cock into her cunt with long, punishing strokes, his lust completely taking over his reason. He wasn't going to settle for any halfway fuck; he had waited too long for this moment. He wanted to make her come, make her cry for him to pump his hot sperm into her seething belly until she would explode from the sheer pleasure.
He held her frantically jerking hips tightly in each hand as he sawed his hardened thickness in and out of her hair-rimmed pussy mouth, feelin, her cunt elastic-tight around his blood-engorgeu tool. Each time he thrust deep up inside her belly, her gleaming cunt flesh rolled with it in his pounding fury. His cum-filled balls churned forward between her thighs, brushing the pink folds of her cunt slit, tickling the erect bud of her clitoris. Then, when he retreated, pulling his aching hardness out of her until only the rubbery head remained inside, he held it there for only an instant before driving back into the heated slickness of her cunt again.
"Ooohhhhh!" Christy moaned in spite of her desire to keep quiet. His huge, hard cock felt like it was going to go right on past her quaking belly and up into her throat.
Her tits swung heavily forward from each impact, making her hardened nipples graze across the surface of the bed. She looked back under and between her full, dangling breasts to watch her ravished young cunt being violated by the thick, driving column of cock-flesh. The awesome prick would withdraw until only the fiery hard tip of it remained locked inside her pussy, then it would smoothly slide back down her slick channel, stuffing her completely. His pubic hair was lewdly pushing into the crevice of her trembling ass cheeks with each hard lunge. Christy flexed her cunt muscles around the huge shaft, trying to bring him off quickly and get rid of this invading monster.
Feeling the motion around his driving cock, Martin excitedly thought that he was beginning to get through to his wife. He concentrated hard to keep his churning hot cum from finally bursting out. He wanted to save it until she begged, and yet he knew that he would have to work faster if he was going to last much longer.
Slowly, her lovely, ovaled white buttocks began to rotate in lustful response to his hard forward surges, and then, to test her, he momentarily held back. Her rounded, animated buttocks seemed to jump backward when his aching cock didn't plunge back inside right away, and it so excited him that he ruthlessly began pistoning in and out of her hair-rimmed opening with ever-increasing speed.
God, it had finally happened! he thought. Her ass had finally come to life! She was actually fucking him back!
He could see the muscles in her ass cheeks flexing each time that he withdrew, as if attempting to suck his hard, swollen cock back inside. He moved his hands wanderingly over the twin white mounds, placing his thumbs down into the pliant, smooth crevice that divided them.
God, how long can he go on? Christy thought bitterly. I've used the same tricks that I used on Dieter. They worked with him ... they've got to work with Martin!
"Martin, Martin, darling, let me on the bottom."
He reluctantly pulled out of her and fell between her thighs the second she was beneath him on her back. His cock quickly sunk to the hilt a second time in her pussy.
He struggled to exert some control over the wild sensation of her cunt gripping his meat. Her pussy was so hot and tight, and the triumphant exhilaration of possessing her kept him at such a state of arousal that his control seemed endless. Yet he knew he was on the brink of a shattering orgasm.
She suddenly threw her legs around him and her pussy began bouncing up at him as hard as it could. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me harder! Fuck me as hard as you can, darling ... going to come ... I'm going to come! I'm coming, darling ... I'M cominggggg!"
He began driving his cock into her with quick, thrusting lunges. He ground his teeth together in an effort to hold his own climax back. He fucked her as hard as he could, and fell forward on top of her as she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a vise-like grip, tossing him as she undulated wildly. He grabbed her ass cheeks and gripped them viciously as he speared his cock deep into her pussy.
Then it was too much, and the battering sensations carried him over the brink of orgasm as she began tossing her hips from side to side. Every muscle in his body became taut and hard. Every nerve seemed to come alive as a powerful, wracking climax seized him. The semen ballooned, swelling to a huge mass within his balls. Then it broke loose and raced out through his cock into her pussy. Her wild, uncoordinated lunges under him suddenly became even more violent and wild.
"Oohhhhhh, I feel it!" she wailed. "I feel it coming out into me ... feel your cum in me, feel it hot and thick in me! Fill me with it ... let it all out into me and fill me with your cum!"
But in her mind, Christy was saying, "Yeah, you bastard, fuck it. Fuck my pussy and get your fill of it ... because this is the best fuck your cock is ever going to get from it!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Marty Brouchette closed the file on his desk and looked at the calendar. The date made his head ache. It was his tenth wedding anniversary.
Ten years of straining and grunting above a cold, unresponsive woman. Christy was a bitch, a cunt. Marty felt the beginnings of an ulcer when he thought about her.
Oh, Christy was beautiful, to be sure. The pride of the community. A civic leader. A brilliant hostess. And an enviable showpiece.
But certainly not a wife.
He leaned forward and pushed the intercom button to his partner's office. "I'm going now, Tom." Marty heard the strain in his own voice.
"I understand." Tom sounded all-knowing. "Don't forget to wish the wife a happy anniversary for me."
"Yeah, sure." Marty released the button and hurried across the thick carpet. The outer office reeked from cheap perfume. He didn't have to look to know that JoAnne was there.
"Going someplace, Mister Brouchette?" The busty girl glanced up from her emery board and smiled liquidly. "I'm through with my dictation. That is, if you want some company over cocktails."
He smiled brittlely. JoAnne's proposition was as subtle as a pile driver. A little slut with dollar signs in her eyes. "I'm in a hurry." He stopped just long enough to get the words out. "Some other time, maybe."
Marty's eyes danced over the enormity of her breasts in the low cut blouse. God, his secretary's tits were even bigger and rounder than his wife's. For a fleeting moment, he thought of burying his dick between them and shooting his cock juice all over her face.
"Goodnight, JoAnne."
"You know where you can find me." Her syrupy voice oozed out the door after him. Then she rose from her desk and unbuttoned her blouse. As she walked across the office, she unfastened her bra and let it trail to the floor. Next came the skirt, panties and panty hose.
By the time she walked into Tom Parmenter's office, she was stark naked-an amazon of white, jiggling, fuckable flesh.
Marty's law partner was already naked. He met her in the middle of the room and, without a word, jammed two fingers far up her cunthole, right where she stood. "God, you're a hot number, JoAnne."
"How do you want it today, Mr. Parmenter ... suck or fuck?"
They dropped to the floor as a third finger invaded her cunt. His body surged out against her and she moaned with lust. Her soft flesh trembled, responding to his fingers as they manipulated her pussy.
"Mmmmm, honey, that's beautiful," she cooed. "I love what you do to me. Love it ... do it ... now."
Then he was on top of her, his weight pinning her to the floor. Her hands were firm on his, guiding them along her slender thighs and into her waiting cunt. She nicked his lips with her sharp teeth when his hand again came in direct contact with her hairy slit. His fingers fumbled briefly at the entrance to her cunt before sinking hotly into its lava-like center.
His cock throbbed up into her waiting fingers. A slow, patient stroking brought him almost to the point of coming as her expert fingers milked his throbbing meat.
Tom felt her sliding his prick nearer and nearer to the dampness of her pussy. He manipulated his hips until his big cock parted the lips. His hands grasped firmly under her to cushion the soft globes of her ass. Knowing how hot she was, how hot she always was, he lunged his body forward, and his jerking cock was thrust deep into her wet tunnel. Her creamy thighs lifted, and her heels locked over his back, urging his enormous tool to ram into her fully. She wriggled and raised her ass cheeks to encourage the deepest penetration possible.
"God, you're a monster!" she gasped admiringly. "Fuck that big tool into me ... fuck me ... fuck me!" Perspiration had already begun to form in little beads on her forehead from her insatiable desire. "I want it now ... NOW!"
Tom drove his cock in and out of her oozing slit, spreading and closing the crack between her luscious ass cheeks, savoring the delightful way her pussy was constricting around his charging meat. "You know I hate to do things in a hurry, angel," he managed to mutter, as her slippery tongue dug into his ear.
He pushed one finger roughly into the cleft between her ass. The small, sensitive bump of her asshole writhed against his fingertips as he shoved his prick all the way into her hot pussy.
"Oh, lover, give it to me," she whimpered. "Fuck me. Suck me. Prick me. Fuck me. Shit, piss, cock, suck ... prick, prick, cunt, cunt ... Fuuuuuuuck!"
Their bodies became one flaming mass as he hunched viciously into her seething cunt, driving his burgeoning rod to the hilt, as she bucked and writhed wildly up to meet each of his thrusts. She snaked one hand down between their bodies and grasped his dangling balls as they slapped again and again into the upraised crack of her ass. Taking the hairy sac in her palm, she squeezed and kneaded and pinched the sensitive flesh.
"AAARRRGGHHHHH!" Tom suddenly bellowed. "Jesus Christ, now you've done it! OHHHHH, BABY, I'M COMMMINNNGGG!" The rough teasing of his aching balls forced a furious spurting into her juicy cunt. Stream after stream of scalding male jism cascaded deep into her belly.
They clung together, squeezing the final drops of hot semen from his throbbing prick. Then Tom rolled limply off her damp body.
As he started to step into his trousers, she once again sought his cock and flicked out her tongue. She dropped to her knees, cupped it into her palms, and licked the pungent juices which clung from his prick, his balls, and his glistening pubic hairs.
"When are you gonna give a little of that to old Marty?" Tom said, looking down at the beautiful girl as she slavered over his semi-rigid cock. "I think he really needs it."
She looked up, saliva dribbling from the corner of her chin, and smiled. "Christ, how many times do I have to offer? If I can ever get him alone, I'll rape him!"
* * *
She was late, very late.
Marty finished the second pitcher of martinis and sat staring at the wrapped jewel box on the bar.
Maybe she was late because his darling wife was having an affair? Then he laughed. Of all the husbands he knew, he alone could be absolutely sure of his wife. An affair for Christy was out of the question. To her, sex was a drudge. A duty. An unpleasant obligation. She'd never go looking for any more of that than was absolutely necessary in her tidy little life.
Then he heard her key in the door and she breezed into the room-a raven-haired goddess. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Her eyes quickly took in the empty gin bottle on the bar. "I see you've been home for a while." She made no attempt to keep the sarcasm from her tone.
"That's more than I can say for you," Marty answered sourly. "Where the hell have you been?"
She ignored him, then noticed the wrapped present on the bar. "Oh, for me?"
"Yeah. Happy anniversary," he hissed.
He saw her stiffen and then he knew. She'd either forgotten or chosen to ignore the date. In either case, it didn't matter. What did matter was that this was an occasion which they would not share. Another occasion. The last on a long list.
"I ... I've ordered your present," she said quickly. "But it won't be ready 'til tomorrow."
"That's all right." He played along with her. Christy was never a very good liar. "Go ahead, open it."
She tore at the ribbon and ripped the paper away. Then her jaw slackened and her eyes beamed joyously. "Oh, Marty ... an emerald!"
Her awe-struck tone was enough to make him sick. The ring made her happy, he realized. It wasn't the giver, or the thought, but the gift. It could have come from anybody and her reaction would have been the same.
"I'm glad you like it so much," he snarled, and started for the door.
"Hey, what's the matter?" She hurried after him, "Don't you want to see how beautiful it looks on my finger?"
"I'm sure it looks great."
"You don't sound like you care much."
"And neither do you." He whirled and she almost bumped into him. "It's the damned ring that pleases you. Not me."
"Oh, Marty, don't be silly. You know that isn't so."
She was lying again. But this time, he wasn't going to let her get away with it. "Really?" he snapped. "Then come over here and prove it." He pulled her into his arms and tried to kiss her.
The revulsion reflected immediately across her face. "You've been drinking. Go brush your teeth."
"You can go to hell," he growled. "I'm sick to death of your excuses."
"Well, if that's the way you feel!"
She stormed from the room. Marty made himself another drink and heard the shower start in the upstairs bedroom.
I'm not going to take any more of this! his mind screamed. I want what's rightly mine as a man! And I want it tonight!
He moved with increasing determination into the hallway and up the stairs, into the bedroom. Then he began to undress slowly as he listened to the sound of the shower rhythmically cascading in the bathroom. He removed his trousers and laid them over the back of a chair, then peeled off his shirt and shorts, placing them carefully beside the trousers. With a wicked smile, he remembered the flask of whiskey he kept in his bureau drawer and, going to it, he quickly swallowed two warm, stinging shots of the liquor and shivered as he stood naked on the thick rug.
Ah, that's good, he thought, as the potent liquid made his body tingle and throb hotly. His brain began to reel slightly. Christ, I won't be made a fool of by my own wife! I won't!
After a couple more shots, he replaced the silver flask in the drawer and slammed it shut. He felt a further burst of rage flush his face and neck. He was almost savage now from the whiskey he had consumed, as he listened to the incessant shower behind the closed bathroom door.
Marty's brain suddenly began to focus through the haze of his anger. He visualized the lovely, supple form of his wife as she stood naked beneath the shower spray-her high, pure white, berry-tipped breasts bathed in a mantle of soapsuds; her slim, dimpled ass cheeks beaded with the hot water; her long raven hair damp from steam and flowing over her skin. He could clearly visualize her dark pubic triangle, thin and wispy, framing the softness of her cuntal lips; her long legs tapering down from the creamy thighs into perfect columns, glistening with water, slippery with soap, perfumed, warm, and wet.
The raging young husband felt a stinging wave of desire surge through his loins and tingle maddeningly in his testicles, filling his cock with blood, making it rigid as steel.
His legs worked independently of his lust-filled mind and carried him forward across the bedroom with his blood-engorged cock stuck out in front of him. He threw open the bathroom door, dimly heard the knob bounce sharply off the tile wall inside, and took two steps forward. His hand reached out and swept the shower curtain aside, and he leered in at his nakedly beautiful wife standing beneath the rushing fall of water.
She was exactly as he had pictured her to be in the bedroom, with her firmly upthrust breasts lathered all white, and her wetly matted pubic bush glistening with the hot water.
His lust-bloated cock jerked spasmodically at the sight of her flesh, and his balls ached with the need for the release of his churning load of cum.
Christy's mouth opened in surprise as she turned at the sound of the curtain being wrenched apart. Involuntarily, she dropped the bar of soap she had been holding and made a timid attempt to hide her naked cunt from her husband's view.
"Marty!" she blurted out, "what are you doing in here?"
Her husband's long, hard cock gave another leap as the surging mixture of desire and rage coursed through him with unrelenting strength.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing in here?" he snapped at her, as he stared at her loveliness. He lowered one hand and encircled his rock-hard shaft, lifting it up as if presenting her with a gift. His entire being was now in a haze of liquor and passion.
To Christy, it seemed as if her husband had gone berserk. The terrifying sight of his massively rigid prick bulging out of his hairy groin made her gasp, drawing back against the wall of the shower stall.
"Marty," she cried faintly. "Marty, what's wrong? What are you doing?"
Marty felt a tremendous surge of brutal power take control of him. He was the lord and master now, and his lips split in a wide smile of triumph. All thoughts of gentle seduction were gone; all he wanted was satisfaction for his volcanic need.
With a rasping growl, he pulled her into the bedroom. "Get down on your hands and knees!" he commanded.
Christy went down on all fours, unable to comprehend why she was obeying him so readily. Quickly, he knelt behind her, grabbed his hotly stiffened cock in his hands, and placed it at the entrance to her pussy.
"NOOOOOOO!" she cried, realizing that he meant to fuck her in this degrading position.
But before she could protest again, Marty shoved his long, throbbing cock into her tight cuntal entrance with savage force.
"AAAAANNNNNGGGGH!" Christy cried out as the enormous, rock-hard prick tore mercilessly along the quivering walls of her cunt.
She jerked painfully forward under the impact of his sudden entry, overcome with a freezing wave of shame as Marty straddled her grotesquely from behind and buried his cock into the very depths of her cringing belly. Tears filled her eyes as he began to move back and forth harshly in her inflamed passage and she felt his balls slapping luridly on the back of her thighs.
It drove Marty nearly crazy with passion to have her submit to him like a humiliated slave under the hammering strokes of his giant tool. He moved faster, fucking her harder and harder, battering into her spongy cervix with cruel blows.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!" Christy screamed as he plunged into her with increasingly brutal intensity. She felt bruised and broken, as his body pressed against her from behind. She was overcome with shameful waves of disgust and the pain in her stretched cunt burned like fire. In her entire life, she had never known anything so revolting.
And yet, at that very moment, a strange vision gradually flickered into life in her brain. Suddenly, as if in defense, her mind conjured up another man. It wasn't her husband, Marty, the man she loathed, fucking her. It was a young, handsome boy-a boy out of her past. A boy she loved.
It was Terry Fairchild ramming his beautiful cock up her pussy. And this time Terry would make her come.
Her hips and thighs began to relax. They moved in perfect rhythm to the big cock's savage strokes. Her tight cuntal passage began to open like a flower. She started panting, breathing heavily, with growing passion, as her nakedly writhing body started to glow and tingle. The pain and humiliation slowly ebbed and melted away as if by magic.
"Oooohhhhh ... OHHHHHHH!" she moaned, as a delightful rush of pleasure rippled through her entire body. Her stretched pussy walls began to nibble hungrily at the plunging cock, and suddenly she was eager to increase the delicious thrills that were starting to surge through her.
"BABY! THAT'S IT!" Marty cried out as she began to respond with a wild wantonness to his fucking. "FUCK BACK! OH, FUCK BACK, YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ASS!"
Christy was lost now in a torrent of unbridled passion, and she bucked and thrashed as if possessed by a demon.
He gripped her tightly about the hips, his powerful fingers digging into her tender flesh, as he slammed his big cock into her squirming cunt like a madman. Their movements were completely together now, two grunting creatures, fucking with an animal lust.
Christy was conscious of nothing now except unbelievably overwhelming ecstasy. She was a raging animal, beyond all reason.
Behind her, his body straining with pleasure, Marty fucked as never before, moving his hot, swollen shaft in and out like a piston, each time plunging deeper and deeper until he thought he would ram right through her womb into her belly. He could feel his sperm-laden balls swelling and throbbing as he slapped against her wet anal crack; they were bloated with scalding cum as the final moment of climax neared.
"AHHHHH ... AHHHHH...." he groaned as his body tensed feverishly for orgasm. "OH, BABY, I'M GOING TO COMMMMME!"
Christy was wracked with waves of pleasure; every inch of her flesh tingled. Her warm, wet cuntal walls began to shudder with even more force as her moment of release came nearer with dazzling intensity. It seemed as if her entire body was melting under his powerful strokes, and she groaned in excitement.
Suddenly he was rocked from head to foot as his hot sperm rushed headlong through the entire length of his prick, spurting out like bullets from a machine gun, into Christy's wildly thrashing cunt.
"AAAANNNGGGGRRRGHHHHH!" he yelled, his white hot load shooting out of him and filling her milking pussy with his heated cum.
Christy, too, was gushing her juices in seething release. She felt consumed in an ocean of joy and delight, sparkling ripples of bliss pervading every part of her body. She thought she would faint from the force of her pleasure.
Marty heaved and groaned, emptying himself into her, as an enormous stream of cum burst out of his convulsing prick. It seemed to go on forever, and he mewled triumphantly as he finally drained himself of his boiling jism.
Gradually, their passion began to diminish until, with a sigh, Marty pulled his cock out of her ravaged cunt and lay back on the carpet, savoring the blissful exhaustion.
Christy, nearly unconscious from the explosive force of his fucking and her own totally unexpected orgasm, slowly sank to the carpet also, scarcely able to move. She closed her eyes and breathed more and more slowly, trying to collect herself, trying to understand how she could experience such overwhelming delight under these brutal circumstances. But her reverie was soon interrupted.
"Well," Marty said quietly, "that was a pretty good session. Tomorrow's will be even better."
She steeled herself for the confrontation that she knew now was going to take place, for despite the ecstasy of her climax, she was never going to fuck him again.
"Your ass, Marty," she said, her voice like steel, her face an iceberg of resolution. "I hope you enjoyed that fuck, because it's the last one you'll ever get from me."
CHAPTER FIVE
Marty stared down at his glass. He didn't even know the name of the bar. It was close to the office and he couldn't face going home that night, not after what had happened the previous night.
Outside the immediate focus of his thoughts, he was aware of a monotonous drone. The meaningless buzz of five o'clock cocktail conversation. It was the same every afternoon inside every bar. The same faces, the same suits and the same topics. Every man clawing desperately for a few more minutes of freedom before that inevitable trip home.
But at least most of these men had pussy to go home to, even if they weren't satisfied with it, Marty thought bitterly. He dove for his drink to kill the consuming fire in his gut. But he knew he was only kidding himself.
He had to have a woman, a real woman, who wanted to fuck.
He looked up from his booth to search for a waiter. He saw a familiar figure sliding onto a barstool. His immediate impulse was to disappear before she had a chance to spot him, but he realized that wasn't possible. In order to get to the front door he'd have to pass directly beside her. And JoAnne wasn't the type to overlook any man within a hundred feet.
Despite his disapproval of the woman, Marty found himself unable to keep his eyes from traveling the length of her tightly-clothed body. She'd hooked her heels over the rung of the chair in such a way as to accentuate the roundness of her calves. Marty's glance was drawn upward over the voluptuous fullness of her thighs until it came to rest on the curve of her hips.
And then there were those tits. Those gigantic, heavy tits that a man could drown in.
I wonder, he thought, just how far JoAnne would go.
He never got a chance to answer his own question. She turned, saw him, and broke into a huge smile.
He fought to appear calm as he watched her slither off the stool and start toward his booth. He never expected to react so strongly to the presence of someone whom he looked down upon. Yet, he couldn't suppress an urgent response to the way her sweater clung and revealed everything beneath. And there was no quieting the excitement that redoubled within him at each roll of her curvaceous ass.
"Well, hello there, Mister Brouchette! May I sit down?"
Those swollen tits were thrust out toward him, maddeningly close. Almost close enough to touch. They seemed to block out everything else in the room as they rose and fell. A heady odor of cheap perfume cloyed at his brain.
Then, suddenly, a losing battle seemed to come to a quiet end. And he knew what must happen next.
"By all means." He rose half out of his seat in a gesture of welcome. "May I buy you a drink?"
"Yes ... oh yes!" She almost laughed her words. The tone was complete relief, as if she, too, knew of the decision that he had reached.
But she was going to make sure. She had wanted her handsome boss for a long time. Now she was going to make sure she got him.
A waiter brought their drinks as they made inane conversation. Then, as the waiter walked away, JoAnne decided that it was now or never; she was going to make the first move. Her hand slipped under the table and came to rest lightly on Marty's muscular thigh. No reaction. Her hand moved higher, grazing the throbbing fullness of his crotch. Still nothing. Well, so far so good, she thought, and slowly unzipped his trousers. Teasingly, she began to worm her fingers into the bulging entrance to his shorts.
"Please ... JoAnne."
"Hmmmm, you're nice and big!"
Her hand grasped his turgid prick inside his shorts, and with delicate, maddening strokes, she caressed the pulsing cock into a rock-hard erection. Under her expert ministrations, the thick, throbbing shaft became swollen with lust and Marty's balls tightened in a hot, churning eagerness.
"JoAnne," he groaned, trying to mask the intense thrills that pulsed through him.
She took her hand away for a second and gazed at him impishly. "Would you rather I blow you?" She ran her tongue around her wetly parted lips, making sure he understood exactly what she meant.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned, then looked away from her, trying to be nonchalant as the waiter returned and placed another martini on the table and left. He was sure he must have noticed that she had withdrawn his cock so that it was fully exposed under the table, hidden only by the white tablecloth.
Laughing low in her throat, JoAnne returned her hand to his throbbing shaft and let her fingers slide back and forth over the foreskin, caressing the tip of the swollen, blood-filled head.
Marty no longer cared if they were seen. In fact, he craved the voluptuous blonde's obscene behavior. Her hand gripped the thick cock tightly, squeezing it, then relaxed. She repeated this over and over again, until Marty had to finally pull her hand away. She chuckled lightly, as he replaced his hot cock back in his trousers. She took a sip of her drink.
"Such a nice big cock," she whispered in his ear. "I would just love it in my pussy. I could have you fuck me all night!"
She blew a light wisp of warm air into his ear and his body sizzled with lust.
"Well," he mumbled in a low voice, "maybe we can arrange that ... soon."
"Mmmmmm, that would be so wonderful," she said, her face brightening with a warm, gleaming smile. "Sooooo wonderful ... just rolling around the sheets with your hard body crushed on mine ... your cock beating away inside of me ... mmmmmm." She shivered.
They were so close that their lips were only inches apart. With tantalizing slowness, they instinctively let their mouths roam closer and closer, until finally Marty crushed his mouth sensuously against her soft, ripe lips and snaked his tongue against her teeth.
Eagerly, JoAnne opened her mouth wide and sucked him inside, pulling on it hard, sending electric flashes through his body. She slipped her hand down beneath the table and took his hand, placing it up between her legs.
Instinctively, he let his hand rove upwards between her warmly naked inner thighs, slipping deftly under the skimpy skirt until it reached her eagerly throbbing pubic mound. To his surprise, he found that there was a slit in the crotch of her panties, giving him total access to the fleshy warm slit of her pussy. Her fevered cunt lips were already wet with passion, and he let his finger slide up and down the moistly quivering folds.
JoAnne smiled as Marty's finger hungrily explored her naked cunt. "Ooohhh," she whispered, "you make me so hot! I want to fuck you, boss. I want to fuck you bad ... tonight!"
"Your apartment?"
"Let's go," she whispered, unlocking her wet thighs from around his hand.
* * *
They rode in silence for several moments. And then JoAnne slid close to him and began running her hand up his thigh until it found his bulging crotch. "Jeez, you've got a nice hunk of meat. I'll bet your wife loves it!"
Marty said nothing. Her fingers on his prick blocked out all thoughts of Christy for a change; and he found himself glad of it.
JoAnne kneaded his thick, stiff prick through the tight cloth of his trousers. She rubbed it slowly, with infinite skill, up and down the entire length, as Marty's heart began beating faster and faster. Her nimble fingers went to the zipper and slowly opened the front of his pants so she could have access to the naked flesh. Her hands slipped quickly inside to rest on the heatedly aroused cock, driving Marty nearly insane with pleasure.
"I want to suck your cock so bad," she cooed. "I want to suck that big thing until you come in my mouth, okay?"
"If you don't take it in your mouth," he gulped, trying to keep the car steady, "it's going to go all over my pants!"
She chuckled and skillfully pulled his rigid meat into the open. She slid the foreskin back slowly, tantalizingly, as Marty tried to concentrate on keeping the car on-the road. Having fully exposed the excited head, she teased it with her fingers until the lust-swollen tip throbbed violently. Then she began to massage the entire length of the long staff until it reached its full, massive size.
"Oh God, I just know it's gonna taste so wonderful!" she breathed.
Slowly, she lowered herself so that her mouth hovered just above the pulsing cockhead. Marty steeled himself for what was coming, riveting his eyes on the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as her warm mouth closed wetly around the head of his throbbing cock.
She began to suck on the huge tip as though it were a straw. Then she plunged downward, taking almost the entire pulsing length of his shaft into her mouth, until it battered against the back of her throat.
"Ooohhh, baby! If you only knew how great that feels," Marty moaned as her wetly ovaled lips sucked on his big prick. He glanced down, and the sight of this beautiful girl laboring over the thick meat between his legs nearly set him off.
He shoved his pelvis forward on the seat and allowed her mouth to burrow down all the way to the thick base of his prick. He was filled with an uncontrollable desire to drench her throat with his hot semen, to saturate her, to drown her with his raging sperm. "Suck it," he hissed. "Suck it!"
JoAnne ran her warm, wet tongue all along the base and underside of his huge prick, reveling in the thick, powerful blue veins that stood out beneath the thin membrane of cock skin. Then she moved her sucking mouth upwards and teased the tiny hole with the tip of her tongue, before running her lapping strokes down his shaft to the base where his wiry pubic hair tickled her chin.
The voluptuous blonde pulled away from his hardened cock for a moment and blew on it tenderly. The cool rush of air and the sudden removal of her warm lips caused Marty to moan with anguish. Then she wrapped her fingers around its girth and began to beat it up and down, up and down, fast and hard. Only when the intensity was so excruciating that he thought he was about to shoot his hot load all over her hands, did she slow down and again bury her mouth over his cock, sucking like a hungry calf on the rigid pole of flesh.
The big, buxom blonde was wild with desire. She couldn't wait to taste his hot jizz hit the roof of her mouth. She had to suck him dry. It was her release as well as his, for inside her she could feel herself spiraling to break-neck orgasm. She trailed her hot tongue up along his blue-veined shaft, to the pulsing head, then she slipped her mouth like a warm, wet glove down over it again, sucking, sucking.
Her growing passion was doubly charged with the knowledge that she was in the process of completely conquering this handsome, wealthy man. A sense of triumph flashed through her and she increased her intensity, devouring his eagerly jerking meat with her mouth, as she squeezed the hairy sac of his balls.
Suddenly, a wrenching groan tore itself from deep inside Marty's chest. He was coming. His body was wracked with incredible convulsions; his hands gripped the steering wheel more tightly, his palms wet with sweat. It was only with great effort that he kept his vision from blurring as his climax grew closer to volcanic release.
"All ... AHHHH ... AHHHHHHH!" he groaned as he felt the first headlong rush of churning liquid coming up from the confines of his sperm-bloated balls. Suddenly, he was there. And his cum erupted in a frothy cascade into her gluttonously sucking mouth.
"AAAGHHHHHHH!" he cried out, as her lips tightened around his shaft. Great, gulping sounds floated up to him as the beautiful blonde struggled to swallow every last drop of the hotly spewing fluid.
As she drank with relish, JoAnne felt her own orgasm gushing madly. Her juice shimmered down her undulating cunt walls and left a stain of wetness on the car's upholstery as it steamed out between the open slit in her panties. She sucked madly on Marty's exploding prick, shuddering from her own climax, drinking every last drop of his scalding semen and letting it run in thick rivulets down her greedily gulping throat.
Finally, after what seemed like an endless orgasm, Marty's swollen meat ceased its jerking, and she reluctantly pulled away from the deflating cock-flesh, licking her lips of every last drop.
"Now hurry, Marty, hurry!" she said hotly, her eyes still alive with passion. "I want your next come deep in my cunt!"
CHAPTER SIX
Christy stared at her emerald for confidence and tried again to shake the feeling that had been plaguing her for hours. She knew the sensation in her mind wasn't based on evidence, but that wasn't enough to stop the painful workings of her imagination.
Call it woman's intuition, she told herself testily. Trouble by any other name was still trouble and the disturbing facts remained unchanged.
Marty wasn't home yet.
He hadn't even bothered to call.
And, for the first time in ten years, she had to admit that she wasn't absolutely sure of him.
She glared at the bedroom telephone as if the very strength of her will could make it ring. That man had one helluva nerve not being at the office, she repeated inwardly.
For the first time in their marriage, she wondered if Marty might just have the guts to go out and find a different piece of ass. Maybe her threat of the night before had been too strong. She didn't want to lose him; she liked the life he provided for her.
But she hated fucking him. Or she had hated fucking him. Last night she had come like a dam bursting. That come hadn't been caused by Marty's cock, It had been brought on by the image of Terry's virile pole ramming her cunt.
But if Marty was out fucking around....
That did it. Christy stormed across the room and yanked open the doors to her huge wardrobe. If Marty thought she was going to sit home alone while he was probably carrying on with some tramp, the guy was out of his simple mind. No man was going to do that to her. No man on the face of this earth was worth the discomfort she'd experienced last night.
Especially a man she didn't love.
She wrapped herself in one of her minks and made her way down to her car. She circled the block a couple of times, hoping to catch sight of his white sports car pulling into their driveway. No such luck. Finally, she gunned the motor and raced away from the house. She'd given him his last chance. Now she'd show him.
Christy knew where she was going. She had often gone to Fiona's when trouble like this bothered her. Fiona had the answer to everything! "Honey, a husband is only as good as the size of his alimony check."
Christy rounded the corner and spotted lights in the living room window. Good old reliable Fiona, she thought, as she pulled into the driveway. Now there was a woman who knew how to make the most of a situation. A big house, plenty of cash, all the clothes she wanted. And, best of all, no man to give her headaches-at least, no husband.
The sight of a flashy convertible parked beside Fiona's car brought a knowing smile to Christy's lips. The new car probably meant a new man. God, Fiona could find them, and they always had money.
She opened the front door and walked in, calling, "Hey, anybody home?" She walked on into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks.
The boy that pouted in the corner of the sofa was a reincarnation. Christy almost said his name-Terry.
And then Fiona was speaking. "Christy, this is Chad Fairchild. He's from your hometown. Maybe you know him?"
Christy's belly did a flip. Oh, my God, she thought. That little ten-year-old boy who used to tag around after Terry-Terry's brother! And he's even more handsome, more desirable! And he's not ten years old any more! He's, what, twenty?
"Uh ... no, I don't think so," Christy gulped, and sat down.
Chad nodded coolly in her direction and returned to a half-empty drink on the end table. But he had weighed her with his eyes. Slowly, brazenly, he had sized her up as if he were filing the image away in his mind for later.
A cold shudder trickled down her spine. She averted her eyes from his'and reached into her bag for a cigarette. The balance of power was his, and she didn't like that one bit. He'd stared her down and cut her in two. Now they both knew she was a phony, "Drinks all around," Fiona said above them as she set three glasses down.
Christy felt that old boiling in her belly. But he was a kid, a little boy, really. Nevertheless she crossed her shapely legs and allowed the hem of her skirt to ride up just above the knee. She leaned back and felt the silk lining of her dress grow taut across her breasts. And out of the corner of her eye, she watched for his reaction.
He didn't even bother to notice. The way he looked, it would seem that he couldn't have cared less. She felt a violent fury flash to life and burn beneath her skin.
Suddenly he was on his feet. "I gotta go," he said to Fiona and, as he passed Christy, "See you around ... I'm in the book."
The little conceited bastard! Christy thought, as his car roared to life in the drive. "Sorry, Fiona, I didn't mean to chase him off."
"It's all right, hon. He was itching to get out of here anyway. You were just a convenient excuse."
"I don't understand." It seemed as though something very basic and quite obvious was eluding Christy, and she felt slightly stupid.
Fiona burrowed into the sofa. "Chad didn't want to, anyway."
Christy nodded as the situation slowly became clear in her mind. She looked at her friend closely and what seemed like an overnight aging process told the whole story. The carefree playgirl with the shining red hair had disappeared. And in her place was a woman frightened half to death.
"You can't really be serious about this boy, Fiona."
"Serious enough to buy him that car and set up an apartment. Never knew I could be such a dope, did ya?" She smiled sadly.
"Why him ... a kid?" Christy said, but she already knew the answer.
Fiona laughed. "You haven't been to bed with that kid, honey. He's hung like a stallion, and he knows what to do with it!" Fiona sipped her drink. "I can't explain it. When that kid fucks me ... well, it's the living end. Nothing else matters. You just can't imagine, Christy."
But she could.
A slow, tantalizing warmth spread across her flesh. Christy tried desperately to deny the obvious, but she couldn't pretend for long.
Chad had aroused her, years after she'd stopped thinking about such things. Something about him had brought her body to life.
"God, I wanted him tonight," Fiona sighed.
Christy set her drink down and pulled her beautiful red-headed friend from the sofa. "It sounds like it's a good thing I came over tonight. Do you still have everything?"
"Yes," Fiona choked.
"Good. Let's go up to the bedroom."
* * *
"Bend over," Christy demanded, as she flicked the whip in her hand against her bare leg. "Bend over, you fucking cunt!"
Fiona rolled her eyes around to Christy's naked body. She bent over and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then Christy pulled her panties down until Fiona's ass cheeks gleamed naked.
The whip coiled viciously behind Christy, then snapped with a loud crack and the tip stung the trembling Fiona. She screamed in agony.
A bright red gash appeared on the redhead's ass, along with a tiny ooze of blood. Christy saw it and felt the juices in her cunt immediately begin to flow.
She whipped across Fiona's legs. Each blow made a crackling noise, electrifying the air in the room. Fiona screamed again. Christy broke into a big smile, filled with explicit pleasure. Her own body felt the sensation, and her tits jiggled as she moved about, angling to a different position above her friend. She marveled at how the whip lashed into the globes of Fiona's ass, sinking deeply into the crack separating the creamy globes. Fiona turned and tried to dodge, just as the whip popped in between her legs and stung her cunt.
"AAARRRRWWWWAARRGHH," the redhead shrieked, as the painful weapon continued to sting the tender lips of her pussy again and again.
Christy continued the brutal flogging of Fiona's cunt and ass until, finally, the girl fell limp and huddled at her feet.
Christy watched her friend grovel at her feet as she caressed her own naked body. Her hands rubbed the softness of her belly and curled in the mat of her pubic bush. Her huge breasts sprung out, naked and bobbing delightfully in front of her, her nipples looking like puffy cones. She moved her hands upward and touched the plumpness of the globes of warm white flesh.
"Take your clothes off, Fiona!"
The woman obeyed. Christy's mouth watered as she stripped down to her panties. She paid particular attention to the sheer panties. Fiona was tugging tentatively at them, pulling the material roughly over her long slitted pussy. The flimsy garment bit in between the lips of her cunt, the flesh growing red and puffy around it. Then, suddenly, Christy gasped with lust as Fiona snaked one finger inside the panties and found her own opening. She began tickling her cunt and spreading her legs as she moved to Christy's face, so close that Christy could smell the cunt juice pouring from her slit. Although the woman's hands were under the panties, Christy could see them playing in the lips of her cunt, pushing her finger in and out, in and out. The soft red pubic hairs were all tangled and clutching around the fabric of the panties.
"You want me to eat your pussy, don't you, Fiona?"
"No, I want a man," Fiona said defiantly.
"The fuck you do,"-Christy said, and slapped the redhead's tits. "Who are you kidding, Fiona? You know damn well you like what I do to you! You love having your cunt sucked!"
"You whore. Get the hell out of here. I'll take a man any day of the week!"
Christy slapped Fiona across the face, forcing her down to the bed.
She reached over and held her thighs in a steady position. Then she brutally grabbed the waistband of her panties and, in one stroke, tore them from her body. Flinging them to the floor, she looked down into the center of Fiona's pussy, now completely bared to her lustful gaze. Lowering her head, she snaked out her tongue and swiped at the erect bud of Fiona's clit.
At first Fiona froze and tried not to respond; then, Finding the sensation unbelievably sweet, she wriggled slightly.
"Oh, you ... you phony," Christy said under her breath, and dove between the redhead's legs, nibbling all over the luscious, tanned thighs, then back to the quivering clit.
Furiously, Christy's mouth worked on her, until finally Fiona cried out, "Oh, Christy, you bitch, don't tease me! Suck it, eat it ... give my cunt your tongue!"
"And what else?" Christy cried.
"Your cunt! Give me your cunt to eat, Christy!"
Christy whirled and draped her body around in the opposite position. Her buttocks were spread open directly in line with Fiona's eager mouth.
The room became deathly quiet as Fiona dove at the gooey slit, licking, slurping, darting her tongue in and out, and letting the juices warm her throat. She sucked greedily on Christy's cunt above her face and lurched her own pussy in the air toward Christy's tongue and lips.
Christy's tongue was a vengeful one, and she used it expertly to keep the tide of passion in her favor. As she licked and nibbled on Fiona's churning cunt, her hand crept down toward the foot of the bed until her fingers closed over the whip.
She brought the hard, rough handle under her face until it was pressed against the opening of Fiona's clutching anus. The redhead screamed like a wailing banshee as Christy poked half of the two foot whip handle up her ass.
"OHHHHHH, OH FUCK, SHIT, PISS, YESSSSS! Now, Christy, NOW! Put it on and fuck me! Fuck my ass and my cunt at the same time!"
Christy leapt from the bed and strapped on an artificial prick, securely fastening the belt attached to it in between her legs. She stood up straight and admired the length of it. "What a helluva man I'd make, huh?" She climbed back up on the bed and positioned herself between Fiona's thighs. Her finger parted the lips of her captive's slit and she slid the phony prick into it. She worked it inside, all the way up to the hilt.
"YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU FOR THIS!" Fiona shouted, writhing with the shaft of it.
"Oh yeah? I can see just how much you hate it!" Christy bellowed.
She used the pounding cheeks of her ass to work the whip handle in Fiona's ass as she drove the full length of the foot long dildo up the redhead's clasping, gyrating cunt.
"Tell me how you want it, cunt!" Christy cried.
"Yes, yes! Oh God, oh darling, fuck me!" Fiona cried. "Give me that big cock of yours, both of them! Ream my holes out with your cocks, darling!"
"I'm the best man you've ever had, aren't I, Fiona?"
"Yes, yes, the best! The very best! OHHHH, FUCK MEEEEEE!" Her cunt was lubricating freely and the inside of her pussy was becoming a slippery, velvet-like patch of pure animal heat. Her strong legs stretched wide on the bed. They twisted and kicked with the intensity of her spasms. And then it seemed as though she could hold it no longer. Her whole body became a crying, heaving mass of desire-ridden flesh.
There was a smile of total self-satisfaction on Christy's face as she painfully jabbed the dildo and the whip handle in and out of Fiona's belly. Pushing herself up with her hands, she bore down into the redhead with aggravated fury. Mercilessly, she pounded up and down into the gooey softness of her writhing cunt.
The damp, velvet folds of Fiona's pussy were taking a beating, a beating that she obviously loved. Christy looked at her face and saw that she was transported. It was like she was no longer in the same room. She was in some heaven of her own where only pain made any sense or reason.
Still the press of rubber into flesh did not cease. Up and down she ground into Fiona, as if she were trying to tear her insides from the rest of her body.
Fiona, only loved it more. "YES! HURT ME, YOU FUCKING CUNT! HURT ME WITH YOUR COCKS! I LOVE IT, I NEED IT! Oh God, HURT ME! TEAR ME APART!"
Fiona's breath was coming in huge gasps. She was on the edge of an incredible, mind-shattering orgasm. A great, racking sob burst from her throat like a wounded animal. Her teeth chattered and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her back arched as if she wanted to touch her heels to her head. Her cunt opened even wider.
With a blood curdling scream, Fiona came ... then passed out. Christy unstrapped the dildo, leaving it protruding from the redhead's pussy. She dressed quickly as she smiled in satisfaction at the mess on the bed.
Christy drove home with a total sense of calm.
She let herself in the front door and hummed softly to herself on her way up to the bedroom. Then she stopped cold.
Marty wasn't there.
"Jesus, four o'clock and he's not home yet?"
Again the disturbing thought hit her that he might have found another woman.
And then a second thought hit her. A face flashed before her eyes. It was Chad Fairchild's face.
And Fiona's words echoed in her ears: "God, what a cock he's got. He's hung like a stallion, and he knows how to use it!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marty screeched the car to a halt in the basement garage of JoAnne's apartment house. She started to speak but he silenced her with one fast, sure movement. He pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his own.
He heard her suck in her breath as he fumbled with the buttons along the front of her coat. Finally, his fingers claimed the softness of her sweater and closed over warm, tantalizing flesh. His anxious fingers explored and caressed until they made her soft nipples rise to rigid life beneath the sweater. JoAnne purred delightedly against his neck. He squeezed harder.
She raised her mouth eagerly toward his and slid her arms over his shoulders. Her tongue played a passionate game of hide and seek with his lips, and her body strained forward, telling him without words that their needs were similar.
"Do you want to fuck in the car?" she gasped. "I don't care. I will."
"No. Let's go up. I want to fuck you right."
She led the way inside her apartment and started into the bedroom. But Marty grabbed her and pulled her to him.
They fell together on the sofa, a heap of arms and legs, hopelessly tangled and helplessly caught up in their blind passion.
Somehow, Marty managed to roll her onto her side and slide the coat from her writhing body. He knew she was still protesting about not using the bed, but he refused to pay attention. There was something, a special feeling, that he wanted now. It seemed as if he'd been waiting for this all his life. And nothing was going to detour him even for a moment.
He pulled the sweater up over her head and finally won the battle to free the clasps on her bra. He plunged his mouth into the deep valley between her breasts, kissing the warm flesh and reaching down toward the hem of her skirt with a free hand.
He lurched back onto his knees and lifted her hips up from the sofa with one hand. In an instant, he had her skirt hiked high above her waist and was racing her stockings down toward her ankles.
Then he threw himself on her and filled her mouth with his tongue. He felt her tense, as if to resist him, but then they were moving together again, and her hands were working miracles on his body.
He slid his fingers underneath the band of her panties and caught the soft material firmly in his grasp. JoAnne arched her back to help him undress her, and in another moment, Marty stared at her nakedness.
Jesus, he gasped, she's beautiful! And, unlike Christy, she's totally fuckable! She wants to be fucked! She's lying there writhing for a cock!
Marty's vision clouded over with the strength of his need and he ripped the clothes from his body. Without taking his eyes from the sight of her, he tossed his suit onto a nearby chair.
"Ohhh, Marty, hurry, HURRY!" JoAnne cried, her voice choked with lust. "You got me up, now get me down! Jesus, fuck MEEEEEE!"
As Marty fell forward on the sofa, JoAnne rolled onto her back and spread her thighs. She wriggled to get her voluptuous body under his hardness. He moved over her and put his arms around her, feeling the softness of her body melt into him.
He moved Ins hands up to the soft but firm mountains of her quivering tits. He caressed them hungrily as she drove her thighs and her juice-matted cunt against the hard spike of his cock, trying to will it inside her.
"Oh God, I need it! I need cock!"
She spread her legs even wider and wriggled directly under him, getting into position to receive his rampaging prick. She planted her feet firmly as she slid her hand down and groped for his cock. Then she wrapped her hand around it and pressed the tip of it against her cunt. She suddenly lurched, her entire body undulating in a quick movement, and a wave of thrilling lust roared through Marty as the head of his cock slid into her tight pussy. She put one arm around his neck and continued to hold the swollen shaft of his throbbing cock with the other as she spread her legs wide apart, lifting her feet into the air.
"Now, darling," she hissed. "Now put it in me! Go ahead and fuck me!"
Marty cupped the ample cheeks of her ass and moved his cock forward into the wet glove of her cunt.
She kept her feet high in the air and held herself wide open for him as he inched his cock into her, taking longer and longer strokes. She combed her fingers through his hair and chanted, "Fuck me, fuck me, ohhhh, fuck me," as he held her and lurched into her, his cock sliding deeper and deeper.
"Ohhh, beautiful cock, hard cock, darling," JoAnne moaned. "Give it to me! Give all your sweet cock to me!"
"Yesss, oh shit, yes!"
"Is my pussy good for your cock?"
"Beautiful," he sighed, moving his hands over her smooth thighs, her ass cheeks, her tits.
She kept her legs splayed far apart until the entire length of his swollen prick was gliding into her. Then she began responding, bracing herself by planting her feet against his back and thrusting her pussy up at him.
The ecstatic feel of his cock entering her hot, eager hole made Marty churn on top of her, spearing his cock into her.
Then the sensations began to churn into an orgasm swelling up within him. The semen knotted up and ballooned in his balls, aching to be released. He stopped his relentless lunging and lay still on top of her, panting breathlessly and waiting for the crest of sensation to pass.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"I almost came and I don't want to yet," he gasped. "I want it to last!"
"Want to do it another way?"
Marty nodded dumbly.
"All right," she whispered. "Get off and I'll turn over. I'll fuck your beautiful prick from the top, darling!"
He pulled his rampant staff from her sucking pussy with a slurping sound and rolled over onto his back. JoAnne turned over on her stomach and raised herself to her hands and knees. Marty thought he had never seen anything so beautiful as those two huge, pendulous globes of rose-tipped tit flesh swaying before his eyes. Then she suddenly whirled around.
"First take me from behind! Pour it up my cunt from the rear! Hurry, darling, hurry!"
She reached back between her legs with one hand and took his cock. He moved closer to her as she spread her knees farther apart and tugged at his cock. The tip of it touched her pussy, and the sensation generated a violent thrust of his hips. His rigid meat glided smoothly into her, and he gripped her tiny waist and began fucking her wildly. She folded her arms and rested her head on her forearms, keeping her smooth ass high in the air to hold her pussy up to his driving cock.
"Good? Is my pussy good for you this way, darling?"
"Yes! Oh shit, yes, JoAnne!"
"Then my asshole will be almost as good, honey," she sighed.
"Huh?" Marty couldn't believe his ears. Did she say her asshole?
"You want to?" , God, yes, he wanted to! But he couldn't make the words. Instead, he slid his throbbing prick from her cunt and let her take the initiative.
JoAnne spread her ass cheeks and let him gaze in wonder at the beauty of her rear hole.
"Damn, baby, your cunt and your ass are beautiful!" Marty managed to gasp.
"Then fuck me, lover! Crawl up behind me and shove your dick in that hole!" She spread her knees wide and held her breath until she felt the movement behind her.
Marty gripped her hips with shaking hands. Then, using her ass to guide his cock, he slid the dripping head up and down the dark crack of her ass until it was slippery with the cream.
He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pointed the head of his prick at her rear hole. He pressed against it slowly, letting his big. tool slide into her easily.
"OHHHHH IT'S BIG!" she gasped. "OHHHH SHIT, IT'S SO BIG! AND SO GOOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD! FUCK MEEEEE!"
She reached behind her with one hand and spread the creamy cheeks of her butt even farther apart. His cock was soaking with her juice and, inch by throbbing inch, it slid into her rectum.
"Oh ygs, yes, baby, pump your meat into my hole!" she cried.
His hips started moving, slowly at first, then faster and harder, until his hips were only a blur, ramming and plunging his massive staff mercilessly into her clasping asshole. Shrieking with ecstasy, JoAnne drove her hips back at him, meeting his every lunge, feeling his monstrous cock skewering her asshole to the very depths of her bowels.
It didn't take long. Within moments she heard him groan and felt his cockhead swell up in her rectum, and then his spunk flooded her bowels.
Again and again he emptied his scalding load of semen into her belly, until, at last, his aching balls were spent and he collapsed beside her gasping body.
"Oh, lover," she whispered, stroking the matted strands of his hair away from his forehead, "you're so good!"
And so are you, Marty thought in wonder. You're beautiful and fuckable, and dumb, JoAnne. You're just what I want.
* * *
It was five in the morning when Marty tiptoed into the house. Confused and exhausted, he took off his shoes and climbed soundlessly to the second story. The bedroom door was locked against him, and he was glad. She'd probably gone to bed early, again. Now he could sleep on the sofa and he about what time he'd gotten home.
It wasn't that he'd slept with another woman that bothered him. This, at the very least, was his just revenge against ten years of imprisonment.
It was the inability to come walking back into his own home, head high, that made him want to hide from himself. It was a cringing attitude that so accurately illustrated his defeat. And his loss.
He fell into the soundest sleep he'd had in years.
Christy was still in bed when he left for the office the next morning.
He devoured work like a madman and by lunchtime he had but one idea. He pressed the intercom. "Miss Fields, will you come in here, please?"
Two minutes later he looked up to see JoAnne's beautiful, naked body walking toward him across the office.
"Here I am, Mr. Brouchette. Do you want a suck or a fuck?"
Marty stood up and moved around the desk. Slowly he pushed her down to her knees before him. Easy, he thought, it is all done so nice and easy.
Slowly, he unzipped his pants. With his eyes on her beautiful, waiting face, he reached in and took out his cock and balls.
"Suck?" JoAnne began salivating the moment his cock was exposed.
"Suck," Marty said, and thrust his hips forward.
She opened her mouth and took his prick inch by inch into her face until there was none left and her nose was buried in his pubic hair.
"Yes, yes," he whispered, as her head bobbed and his hips thrust.
She took the full brunt of his meat into her throat and wheezed through her nose for air. Marty held onto the desk behind him and stood on his tiptoes.
Saliva from her hungry mouth dripped down his prick, wetting his balls and greasing her hands.
Perspiration ran down his neck and straining shoulders. The sensation threatened to tear him apart. His breath rasped in and out as he manipulated the girl's face faster and faster.
Her teeth grated lightly over the raw, pulsing head of his cock, her lips clinging desperately to the crest, coming off with a popping sound.
Marty pushed his hips forward and strained to come. He could feel it rushing from his balls through the shaft of his prick and out the swollen, throbbing cockhead.
"I'm coming, goddammit! Take it! Take it all!"
Load after load of his thick, creamy cum shot down her throat and she swallowed it eagerly. Marty squeezed the base of his spewing prick, emptying the last drop of sperm into JoAnne's waiting mouth, then pulled away.
Then he tucked his prick and balls back in his pants and zipped up his fly.
Without a word, JoAnne calmly pulled herself from the floor and dressed. When she had gone, Marty went back to his desk.
He dialed his home.
"Hello, Marty. How are you?" Christy's tone was aloof, but far from angry.
"I called to tell you I'll be home in about an hour." He didn't intend to offer any answer before she asked the question. "Is dinner at seven-thirty all right with you?"
"You can have dinner whenever you like." Her tone remained even. "I won't be here. I have an appointment this evening."
"Will you be late?" A sixth sense told him something was fishy. Something that he hadn't yet considered.
"Probably, but you don't have to wait up for me."
He recognized her sarcasm and felt obliged to assert himself. "In that case, I think I'll grab a bite in town and take in a movie or something."
"Do what you like, Marty. I haven't any more time to talk to you now. Goodbye."
The telephone went dead in his hand and Marty was left blinking stupidly into space. The situation was beyond his understanding, and he had no choice but to admit it. He had no idea what Christy was thinking or feeling, except that she had dismissed him. At least for this evening.
He pushed the intercom again.
"Yes, Mr. B?"
"Tonight, JoAnne?"
"Yes, Mr. B."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Christy returned the telephone receiver back to its cradle and praised herself silently for having maintained her dignity. Another two minutes on the line with Marty and she knew she would have blown her top. The nerve of that bastard, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night!
All for the best anyhow, she thought, smiling wryly. She would have been one helluva fool to let him believe she was just going to sit idly by while he had himself a ball. And, since the louse was going out again tonight, she had no doubts as to what her next move should be.
She opened the telephone book and found the name-Chad Fairchild.
His voice was deep and sexy on the line.
"Chad, this is Christy ... Mrs. Brouchette."
"I had a hunch you'd be calling sooner or later."
"Oh, did you?" She wasn't sure if she liked that or not. "I almost didn't call you, you know," she heard herself answer, somewhat haughtily. "It's just that by accident that I happen to be free this evening."
"That makes two of us," he chimed in immediately. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"
Christy felt the breath catch in her throat and she swallowed hard. "Don't be ridiculous," she blurted. "I couldn't have you here. What would people think?"
"Is there anything to hide?"
She knew by that challenging tone that he was toying with her. "Nothing at all," she said quickly, happily confident that they were going to see each other tonight, after all. "I just don't want any misunderstandings."
"Why don't we meet at my place then?" His tone brightened.
"Yes, that's very sensible." She worked to sound sincere, despite her tremendous excitement at treading over unfamiliar ground. "I'll see you around seven."
Dressed, she moved to the mirror on the wall. The dress was perfect. Powdered breasts, partially revealed above the silken material of her dress, drew" her eye downward to a neatly tucked-in waistline. And the tailoring of the skirt, she noted, was just tight enough to point up the length of her thighs and the graceful curve of her legs.
She dabbed an extra few drops of Chanel between her breasts and enjoyed the fragrance of taste and luxury. Nobody could miss that look of class, she assured herself proudly. Once upon a time she might have been taken for granted, but no more. This girl had the best aspects of both sides of the tracks. Nothing cheap about her.
Her big car sped soundlessly along the wide boulevard and Christy became absorbed in her own eagerness.
At last she was ringing his bell.
Then he was there, standing in the door. The faded levis and sweatshirt he wore emphasized his lean physique. She felt last night's arousal reappear to quicken her pulse, and she had to force herself not to stare.
"Come on in." He stepped back and helped her off with her coat.
He fixed them drinks and moved in assuredly beside her on the sofa. There were no words. Suddenly none were needed. His mouth and tongue were bitter with the taste of Scotch. Christy stiffened, but only for a moment. Then, caught up in a sudden, overwhelming rush of desire, she went limp in his embrace.
Her head spun crazily and her flesh felt feverish. Everything was happening too fast, too crudely, a little voice at the back of her mind warned. But the strength of her sudden arousal was more than she could handle, even if she'd wanted to.
His fingers dug into the soft curve of her naked shoulder and made her wince. Christy reached up to free herself, but those fingers were moving downward, clouding her mind, confusing her purpose, annihilating the last of her resistance.
She didn't struggle as he guided her gently toward the rug. A million conflicting thoughts cascaded upon the other through her brain, but she ignored them. All she could think of was the tremendous urgency spreading through her body. An urgency which she knew he shared.
His tongue found the valley between her throbbing tits and she lifted herself toward him. Her clothes were a hindrance. She wished he would rip them off and set her free to enjoy him completely. But she hadn't the courage to tell him so.
He fought his way beneath the top of her dress until he'd captured a point of throbbing flesh between his fingers. "Beautiful," he whispered moistly into her ear. "So soft...."
Christy reveled in the sound of his words and searched out his mouth with her own. Her body was churning now with the need to be fucked completely.
But Chad seemed to be in no particular hurry. Calmly he reached around and slid the zipper down to the small of her back. A moment later, the top of her dress bunched around her waist and he played teasing games with her naked breasts.
Christy closed her eyes and writhed with the delicious feeling he caused in her belly. She sighed happily as his eager mouth coaxed a nipple to tingling life.
"Take your clothes off," he suddenly breathed. "I want to see all of you."
Christy shivered at the crudeness of it, but with pleasure. "You embarrass me, Chad. I ... I'm not used to...."
He reached up quickly beneath her skirt and flattened his palm against the warm flesh of her thigh. "I don't care what you're used to." His breath against her neck was a caress. "Take your clothes off! I want to see the pussy I'm gonna fuck!"
Oh God, she thought, he's just a boy ... but what a man!
She kicked off her shoes and rose to her feet. In a few seconds her dress and stockings lay discarded on a chair and she stood in only a pair of sheer, clinging panties.
He sat up and pulled the sweatshirt up over his head. "Now the rest of it," he ordered, reaching for his trousers. "I don't want to wait any more."
His mouth watered at the protrusions of her stabbing nipples, hard and darker than the surrounding flesh. Her body was all that he had imagined, round, tapering, and curved lushly, her skin a smooth luster. The tiny white panties held her buttocks in a tight embrace, revealing half of each fleshy moon. Then through the snug front of them he saw the dark curls covering the swollen mound at the juncture of her sleek thighs.
"Jesus!" he choked, working at the buckle of his belt, while Christy drank in the sight of his enormous cock when it popped free.
"My God, you're huge! You're enormous!"
"It's an even twelve inches of cock, baby. And it's all yours."
His hand closed around her waist and drew her back down to him. She gasped as the sensation of his naked cock brushing against her fired her need and took complete possession of her thoughts. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder and allowed his hands to drive her wild as they explored every pore of her body.
Strong fingers twisted through the hair at the nape of her neck and she felt herself rolling backward. The softness of the rug hugged her shoulders and warmed her calves.
"Chad ... oh, Chad...." Her voice cracked and failed, as his caress became more intimate and drove her quickly to a point of desperation. "Please," she gasped. "Let's not wait any longer...." She was on the edge of hysteria. "Fuck me ... fuck me and drive my pussy crazy with that gigantic cock!"
He pressed his hairy legs in between her thighs. He could feel her pussy, warm and soft against his knee. He pushed one knee up slowly, rotating it between her legs. His big cock rose and jerked and bobbed right in front of her eyes, glazing her mind with lust. He ran his hands over her lush buttocks, and the smooth globes seemed to leap out to his groping fingers. He held her firmly by the ass and spread his fingers as he pressed his enormous prick hard against her cuntal furrow.
Then he began expertly rolling his cock into her warm pussy. At first she didn't respond. Then he shoved his prick in a jerking motion and at the same time brought his leg higher up between hers. The bulk of her pussy lay flat over it, and he knew he was getting part of her clit. That was what he was after. It worked, and she writhed passionately on the floor beneath him.
A finger slid into her asshole just as his cock split the lips of her cunt.
"OH, MY GOD!" she shrieked. "YOU'RE HUGE!"
"Take it! Take my dick!" he growled.
"Jesus, you're splitting my pussy in half! It hurts like hell! But I don't care, Chad, darling, I love it! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Before she could say more he sent half the enormity of his cock up her tight hole.
The shock of feeling the rod-like thickness of his prick made Christy suddenly become rigid and freeze again. She hadn't realized that it was so huge, so long. It frightened her and she twisted back around to put her arms around his neck.
She nestled close, savoring the masculine scent of him. He was all man. His hands felt so good on her bare skin. Large hands, filled with strength. How good it was to feel the warmth of a man's embrace folding over her body.
There was an insatiable yearning burning in her cunt. It was like a hollow suction cup that needed to be filled by a man's prick ... Chad's prick. Her breasts, her loins, and her pussy would gladly open all for this man. Her writhing body became moist and thirsty for his sex. Her tits were not her own any more ... she could feel them pressing right against his hairy chest, threatening to burst like balloons. She could feel her body being lifted off the floor and the center of her thighs ached where he fucked into her.
He's so huge, and I'm so small! She felt fear when his prick surged out and grew even larger, throbbing deep in her pussy. Was his cock too big for her? Could she enjoy sex with such a monstrous pole?
Yes, yes, she could! This wasn't Marty. This was Chad. And Chad was Terry. Yes, in his arms it was all so different. It felt good. She didn't care about the awful pain. No pain would be too great, too severe to rid herself of the need to have an orgasm . .,. with Terry.
Then his prick was in full. It banged against her cervix like an electric prod.
Her mind went wild with the heat of her cunt. I'll never be fucked this way again. He's fucking my very soul. Oh God, what if I go crazy while he's putting so much cock into me?
In total abandoned lust, Chad fucked his blood-engorged tool into her cunt while she screamed and writhed beneath him.
"MAKE ME COME! MAKE ME COME ON YOUR PRICK!"
His powerful hands clutched at her buttocks and weightlessly lifted them so that he could fuck into her cunt with all the strength of his powerful hips and thighs. She could feel his huge bludgeoning cockhead smashing and boring up into the depths of her pussy as if it were trying to ram clear to her throat. He was killing her with the perverse delight of his savage fucking, and she never wanted him to stop.
Chad watched his glistening thick cock move in and out of the hair-fringed core of her squirming loins, pistoning up into her hotly clutching cunt as the rhythmic tempo of slurping sounds began filling the room. Her huge breasts jiggled and swayed with their nipples erect, the sight of them urging an extra sadistic lunge from him that drove her wild, her slender white neck arching with the unexpected viciousness of his every thrust.
Suddenly, she began to tremble violently as he gripped the tender skin of her belly and clutched at her desire-swollen breasts to squeeze their resilient fullness with gouging fingers.
"I ... OOOHHHH, I'M COMING, LOVER!" she cried out, writhing frantically up at his plundering shaft surging like a pile-driver into her convulsing cunt and belly. "AAAARRRGGHHHHHH!"
And that was only the first time. Minutes later, she wailed out again, her legs and head flailing crazily on either end of her nakedness. She sobbed out moans of orgasm while Chad hammered his cock-shaft up the slickened passage between her flinging legs. Her cunt walls had become a channel of burning flesh, fluctuating with each explosive climax, her face a perspiring mask of insane sensuality as she gaped up at him through glazed, unseeing eyes.
"OHHHH GOD! You're the most wonderful fucker in the world!" And then, still heaving her gaping loins up onto his ramming cock, she took his right hand and singled out its middle finger.
She guided the thick finger down between her ass cheeks until the ball of its tip rested against the puckered little circle of her anus. With moans constantly escaping her parched lips, Christy manipulated the outstretched finger back and forth through the moisture that had collected around her clenching rectum, then wormed it partway up into the tight opening.
"Now," she gasped, "push it up in, lover! Aaaaaauughhh ... yes, like that! All the way! All the way in! Stretch it, darling! Yessssssss!"
Chad felt something click inside his lust-distorted brain. His finger was embedded to the palm of his hand in the depths of her ass. Its hot, clutching walls sucked at the exploring length, and then he felt the raging hardness of his own battering cock through the thin separation of flesh between her passages.
Something almost frantic danced inside Christy's mind. Never had she known such a lover, such a man, such a cock! She knew he was going to pound that ton of cockmeat up her asshole and she knew the size of it would ruin her. And she didn't care.
She wanted it. She wanted to be a slave, with his huge cock fucking her in the ass while she bent subjectedly before him. Oh God, yes, yes, she knew now that she'd been dreaming of this moment with him.
His huge finger was already like a buried cock up in her tight rectum. She squirmed on it while he fucked the length of solid cock up into her. God, what would she do when he was gone? Who, what, could ever take his place?
She wriggled her hips for him while he finger-fucked her ass, suddenly wondering if she could hold back the orgasm creeping over her body. And then a second finger was worming its way up into her. She choked out a cry and abruptly stopped the downward thrust of her hips, trying to escape this second penetration.
"W-wait, darling, let me turn over!" She had to repeat it before he grunted, then reluctantly withdrew his cock and fingers. "Now ... now you can fuck me ... fuck my asshole!"
"You sure you can take it, baby? This is a lot of cock for an asshole."
"Yes! B-but don't give me time to stop and think about it, lover!"
Quickly, she spread her knees out wide and bent down in a kneeling position, presenting him with the white moons of her ass cheeks. She heard him curse and felt his finger entering her rectum again, much easier this time and almost painless.
She wriggled her ass back onto his finger as he moved it around in swirling motions deep up inside her rectum. The anticipation of being ass-fucked was growing in her seething belly. Suddenly, his other finger joined the first, and the same incredible pain ripped through her body, causing her to lurch away. With his other hand pressuring into the small of her back, he held her fast while anguished grunts bubbled uncontrollably up from her throat.
"Do it, lover! Put it in ... fuck me there!" Chad needed no prodding. His mind had been worked into a hotbed of lust, while his raging cock felt as if it would explode at any second. He pulled his fingers out of her ass, watching the rubbery flesh cling to his fingertips wetly.
His cock began to jerk like a rearing stallion as he kneeled in close. Jesus, he was going to blow apart if he didn't shoot his load soon!
Christy reached back between her legs to the hairy massiveness of his balls, holding and stroking them for a moment before clasping his thick-veined cock. Mindlessly, she spread her knees wider and placed its bulbous head against her tiny rear opening. It began to prod and push against her anus while she helped it, trying to forget its immense size. Then her hole was expanding, his cockhead's blunt tip worming up into her narrow channel. Then suddenly she was being impaled by a log that was about to tear her body apart.
"AAAAAAGGHHHHH, NOOOOOOO! Oh, darling, no, I can't!" she choked, twisting her head to gape back in instant panic.
"The fuck you can't!"
"Ohhh, please, it's too big! It won't fit! Christ, stop pleeeeease!"
He didn't. Instead, he held her roughly by the hips while his monstrous cock slowly inched .up into her stretched rectum, his thighs thrusting forward while his hands clawed her shuddering ass back onto his skewering prick.
"Push back, you little bitch!" Chad snarled. "Come on! Shove your ass back! Harder! Harder!"
Christy strained backwards, opening her ass cheeks more to him, until abruptly, his cock surged right up into her rectum to pack it full of cockmeat.
"OHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed beneath him.
He began to fuck mercilessly up into the soft confines of her ass. He'd come this way! Already he could feel a churning sensation pulling at the base of his belly and somewhere in his bowels. Jesus, he thought, she's as good as Fiona. Damn, it would be something to have them both!
Christy felt his inhumanly big cock bursting up into the tiny hole between her buttocks, and a lust for this very moment swept over her. He was using her now like a common whore, and she squirmed back onto the impaling rod each time he hurled her forward. Perverse delight spread through her belly like wild fire. This was all that she'd imagined! The obscene pleasure of his huge brutal prick fucking her ass was fantastic. She began to heave her buttocks more furiously back at the forward charge of his cock.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she chanted. "Don't stop ... just fuck it forever!"
His aching balls told him he was close. He pulled nearly out of her and then rammed it right up in to move her several inches forward on the carpeting. She squealed and he did it again, then again, beginning to pound more rapidly into her with hard and fast strokes that pummeled her quivering white buttocks with his heavy hips.
"Reach back and pull your ass open farther!" he commanded, and she did without hesitation.
He tried to fuck faster, throwing everything he had into it, into her. He gripped her waist. His mouth gaped, the breath pounding from his lungs, and then he picked her up and her legs jackknifed out to the sides.
"COMMMMING, I'M FUCKING COMMMMM-INNNNG!" he roared.
His convulsing cock had grown to incredible proportions. She could feel it beginning to jerk and pulsate like a Fist in the depths of her bowels.
Abruptly, the first throes of a giant come rumbled in her screaming cunt and she matched his bellowing with a wail of her own.
"MEEE TOOOO! OHHHH GOD, I'M COMM-INNNG TOOOOOOO!"
He thrust up her spasming rectum as the vat of his roaring balls spilled and thick cum raced the length of his pumping cock.
"OOOHHHHH YESSSSSS ... YESSSSSS!"
It was a glorious burst of cum that threatened to tear her body apart.
Then Chad growled his fatigue and flattened her to the floor with the weight of his own body.
"Oh God, darling," Christy gasped. "That was divine ... glorious! Your cock is everything! It's all I ever want!"
There was a moment of silence, and then his voice was whispering in her ear. "That's what I'd like to talk to you about."
CHAPTER NINE
Marty placed his bags in the trunk of the car and returned to the house. From the inside of his jacket he removed an envelope and hastily scratched Christy's name across the front. Then he placed it on the mantle and returned to his car.
For the first time in ten years, he felt totally relaxed and warm as he drove across town to JoAnne's apartment.
"What the hell are those?"
"My bags. I meant what I said on the phone, JoAnne."
The blonde's eyes glazed and then lit up. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. Her tits were like two hot pokers against his chest as she rubbed her cunt mound against his expanding cock.
"You mean you're really leaving her?"
"Yes. I've already left, as a matter-of-fact. We'll get a bigger place and be married as soon as the divorce is final. You can sublet this place until the lease is up, can't you?"
"Sure, of course," JoAnne replied, a little breathlessly. "In fact, an old roommate of mine, Norma Daley, would love to have it!"
"Good. Now let's go to bed. I want some more of your beautiful body!"
They scampered to the bedroom like a pair of teenagers. Marty grabbed the tall, voluptuous blonde in his arms and crushed her lush, warm body against him.
They kissed harshly, cruelly. JoAnne opened her mouth and hungrily accepted his tongue, delighted in the knowledge that she had won; he was hers, all hers. She pressed her wet tongue deeply into his mouth, driving Marty wild with desire. Fiercely, he forced her tongue back with his own, exploring the interior of her moist warmness.
Quickly, she dropped her hand down and roved between his legs, finding the massive outlines of his thick, stiff cock. Skillfully, she began to massage it, making the long shaft and thick, bulbous head strain furiously against the fabric of his trousers.
Groaning deeply, Marty slipped his own hand up inside the sheer blouse she wore, resting it on one of her sleekly ripe breasts. It was so large that his hand could not contain it completely. He felt a warm thrill of pleasure as he massaged her soft, warm flesh. They broke their long kiss and he slipped his other hand into her blouse to knead both full tits with relish.
"Mmmmmm," JoAnne moaned as he pressed the rosy, pointed buds of her nipples, making them quiver and grow taut. "Mmmm, that feels so goooooood!"
Deftly, the voluptuous blonde unzipped his trousers and reached in to grasp his lust-bloated, eager prick. With trembling fingers, she withdrew its heatedly throbbing length and expertly eased back the protective foreskin, exposing the pink head. Her fingers stroked it lightly and teasingly, sending shivers of hot excitement rippling through Marty's body.
"Ooooohhh," he groaned, "that feels good, baby!"
With equal adeptness, he slipped his hand under her skirt and wormed his outstretched middle finger into the tight elastic leg band of her panties. Her pubic hair was moist and furry, and his extended finger quickly found the warm, fleshy slit nestled within the curling strands.
He began finger-fucking up and down the entire length of the moistly heated furrow, from the quivering little bud of her hardened clit to the soft, buttery entrance of her cuntal passage. As she groaned wildly in a fiery eagerness and ground her cunt against his hand, he slipped two fingers into the creamy hole, gently stretching the muscles, moving deeper and deeper.
Marty was elated that she didn't resist him, as his frigid wife certainly would have done. Instead, the beautiful blonde relished his every sexual advance, and as his fingers found their way deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping pussy, she began violently pumping her pelvis back and forth, forcing his fingers even farther up into her eager cunt.
"What a man you are!" she crooned, clinging tightly to his neck with one hand, while the other continued its wildly erotic stroking of his cock. "You turn me on more than anyone I've ever met! I want you to fuck me, darling, fuck me now!"
Marty's animal lust smoldered in his groin. All sense of guilt was swept aside in the savage drive that pervaded every part of him. With a bestial groan, he suddenly pulled his fingers from the hot, fleshy depths of her cuntal sheath. His cock was tightly locked in her hand and she began to jerk it madly up and down so rapidly that Marty thought he would come right then and there. He pulled away slightly, to cool himself down.
"Ohhh, baby, I'm going to ram my prick into that juicy cunt of yours so hard you won't know what hit you!"
"Do it, lover," she cooed, her eyes glazed with desire. "Oh, Jesus ... please ... do it now!"
In seconds, she was standing before him in total, glorious nudity. "Jesus, you're gorgeous ... fuck-ably gorgeous!"
"Then fuck me, lover. Come, find one of my holes ... any hole, and fill it!"
She had unfastened her hair so that it hung down freely in glistening waves around her face, now a mask of torrid lust. Spreading her legs wide, she lay back seductively on the bed, exposing her naked, wetly glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Even as he watched, her tapering fingers reached down provocatively and parted the folds of moistly succulent flesh, revealing the bright pink channel that led up and in from her cunt lips.
"Fuck me, Marty!" she groaned, almost incoherent in her hot need of him. "Shove your long beautiful cock right up into me! Now!"
Marty stripped his clothes off and joined her. JoAnne lay back obscenely, trembling with eagerness and ready to be fucked. Hungrily, he threw himself on her golden body. His mouth locked on the warm ripeness of her breasts and began to suck greedily, while his hands feverishly explored the entire length of her lush, sensually fleshed frame.
Done, it's done! JoAnne thought to herself. I've won, we've won ... happy days are here again!
Eagerly, she spread her warm hands over his body. She groaned in hunger. She wanted his meat ... she wanted it buried to the hilt in her belly.
"Come into me now," she begged. "Slip your prick inside my cunt!"
Marty needed no encouragement. At once, he positioned his long, throbbing tool at the entrance of her impatiently waiting pussy, then eased it slowly into the inviting folds of her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh," JoAnne moaned in ecstasy. "It's so big and hard! You feel soo gooooood!"
He pushed himself deeply into her, until the lust-swollen tip of his cockhead brushed against her spongy cervix. Arching over the passionately heaving amazon, he began to fuck her with every ounce of lust in his body.
* * *
Christy felt glorious. Chad had sucked her cunt and then fucked her twice more. She had even sucked his cock, and swallowed his cum, something that she had always detested before. She hadn't been able to count the bone-jarring, mind-searing orgasms that this young, handsome stud had brought her through.
And now they lay in each other's arms, in silence.
"You're quiet."
"Just thinking," he replied, toying with one nipple. "Did you like the fucking I gave you?"
"You know I did."
"So does Fiona."
Christy froze. Oh, my God, she thought, here it comes; what to do about Fiona.
"What about Fiona?"
"Well, she's your friend, isn't she?"
"So?" Christy didn't see the connection.
"You know how clingy she can get," Chad continued. "And of course she must have told you she'd been, sort of, lending me some money."
"Yes, I know that." Christy didn't bother to call that by its rightful name. She'd heard the magic word money and suddenly this conversation commanded all her attention. Uncomfortably so.
"Well, I can't help feeling that since you and I are ... you know ... I ought to at least stop borrowing from her."
"I think that's a noble sentiment, dear." Christy was barely able to keep the sarcasm from her tone. This boy didn't waste any time, now, did he? Right to the bloody heart of the matter on the first night.
Chad didn't react as if he knew what was on her mind. Instead, he raised himself on one elbow and faced her directly. "You're not just playing around with me, are you, Christy?"
"What do you mean?" She suddenly felt like something had gone over her head. A chance that she couldn't afford to take in this particular conversation.
"You know damned well what I mean." He pulled her to him and slid his tongue into her mouth.
She allowed her doubts to rest for the duration of the kiss. Despite everything that was on her mind, her body didn't seem to know the difference. Especially not when his hand slid down to her cunt and kneaded the soft flesh there.
"I knew I could count on you," he said, huskily, when they were apart again.
"What for?" she asked. Her mind was spinning and her body wanted only one thing, but she knew she had to calm herself, at least enough to see the situation clearly.
"To help me, naturally," he answered, shrugging. "If you can just advance me a thousand or two, I can pay Fiona back and-"
"A thousand or two!" Christy cried incredulously.
"Hold on a minute," Chad said quickly. "Don't you see, baby? With that money I'll be finished with Fiona, and then there's only us? Isn't that what you want, too?"
Christy stared for a moment. Then she laughed. Loud and long and right into his face. And it was the most painful laugh she'd ever known.
"Sorry, handsome." She stood up and dressed. "You're not talking to Fiona now. This is Christy, remember? Nobody's fool. I don't buy my men."
Chad glared as he listened to her speak. He opened his mouth once to protest, but he wasn't given the chance.
"Forget it," she snarled, as she picked up her coat and slid into it. "You'd better go right back to Fiona, while you still can. I don't want to play your little game."
"Oh, sure," he piped up. "I can just see her welcoming me back with open arms after you have a little talk with her."
"I won't say a word," Christy promised. "She needs you too badly. Besides, she can afford you. I can't."
She headed for the door. Suddenly, she heard him laughing behind her. She whirled.
"Is missing out with me so funny?"
"Oh, I haven't missed out," he said. "You'll be back."
"Like hell."
"If you need me, I'll be at Fiona's."
"Bullshit!" she hissed, and slammed the door behind her.
In the car, her mind started working. Maybe it was the best thing. It never would have worked. He would have given her the same dirty deal he gave Fiona, eventually. Who did he think he was kidding, anyhow? she asked herself. Worried about Fiona? When he had her, he treated her like a door mat. And that bit about "borrowing" the money. Did he think women were blind?
Why not, Christy had to admit the possibility. Hadn't she been blind? Hadn't she acted as if she were fair game to a con artist like Chad? Too bad, though, that it had to end so fast. She would like to have enjoyed a little more of the fun.
Oh God, he could fuck. The things that boy could do to a woman's body!
But, what the hell, she still had her husband; and she still had the money and the security he offered.
Her husband. That was comical, she told herself. That man wasn't fit to be called anybody's husband. A husband, after all, had to do more than rake in the family cash. A husband was supposed to be the guy you ran eagerly into bed with.
Eagerly? That was even more pathetic. No woman in her right mind could hop into the sack with him, feeling anything but dread. When it came to making love, Marty was one big dud.
Or was he?
She felt the nervousness increase inside of her as she forced herself to remember that he'd obviously been sleeping with someone these past few days. Apparently he was capable of at least the bare essentials of lovemaking.
A new and pleasantly surprising urgency sprang to life and made her flesh quiver. She raced her car around the last corner and wondered if it were possible....
She ran into the house and called his name.
There was no answer. She entered the living room and saw the letter.
Christy rarely drank, but now she poured a tumbler of Scotch before tearing open the envelope with trembling fingers.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" she hissed, crumpling the letter in her fingers.
Already she could feel a gnawing ache in her belly and her crotch. "Cock! Shit, I want a fucking cock!"
CHAPTER TEN
Marty had already come twice, but JoAnne wasn't going to let him off that easy. Oh no, she was going to satiate him, make him delirious with her cunt, her tits, her whole body. She was going to make him worship her so that he would never dream of leaving her. Also, she wanted Marty to think that, because of the wild way she fucked him, there couldn't possibly be anyone else in her life.
His cock was limp now, but the more she played with it, the harder he got. His prick began to move of its own accord in her hand, lengthening and thickening until it stood straight up, swaying and jerking in the air. She stared at it as though it were a snake about to strike her. It throbbed in her hand as his blood coursed through the thick veins on the surface.
"Squeeze it," he murmured. "Play with it ... kiss it ... suck it!"
The bulky head of his cock was peeping out of the thick foreskin surrounding it. She pulled it back, exposing the purple head, and leaned over and brushed her lips lightly across the smooth surface.
Marty howled, and his body started dancing on the bed. "More! Oh shit, do it some more, JoAnne!"
Her tongue snaked out and slithered over the round head, leaving a wet trail of saliva. He sighed and his stomach sucked in involuntarily. She licked over the high ridge at the back of the head and over the band of skinned-back foreskin. She licked the underside, beneath the head, and down the thick tube on the bottom of the shaft, all the way down until her tongue touched the wiry hair.
She seized his prick and opened her mouth and took the steady head between her lips.
His rampant prick was already seeping seminal fluid, and it tasted so good that her pussy was again going crazy.
She hollowed her cheeks and started sucking hungrily on the throbbing head.
She heard him moan with pleasure. She let her tongue tickle and dart over the head and into the tiny hole at its tip. Letting her lips slide forward gradually, she took half his pole into her mouth.
She moved her head back and forth rapidly until the end of his cock was covered with saliva and it was running down the shaft. She grasped the fat prick and squeezed it hard as she sucked.
Marty was stretched completely out on the bed, and JoAnne took his hands and placed them on her tits, then crawled between his legs.
"Oooohhh, yes, yes," he gasped. "Like that! Now suck me some more!"
She rammed her mouth back over his throbbing prick. While she sucked and squeezed, she let her other hand reach down and play with his balls. She weighed them in her hand and rubbed her thumb over the soft sac, tracing their outlines. She let her fingers tickle the area behind the hairy sac, and heard him groan and felt his body stiffen. He reached down and gripped her head, trying to push it farther down on his throbbing meat.
JoAnne moved her head faster and faster until it became a blur, her hand jerking furiously on the hot, hard shaft, lubricated by her slippery saliva.
"Oh shit, honey, I'm gonna come again pretty quick. Let me shove it in your hole!"
JoAnne whirled from him and wriggled her voluptuous body beneath his. "Fuck me, lover man, FUCK MEEEEE!"
She spread her legs wide as his hands rubbed frantically over her cunt, her ass, and the rear of her thighs. Her entire lower portion was saturated with sticky cum juice, which Marty sensuously massaged into her flesh.
She rotated her chest as her big tits ground into him. He licked her mouth, her neck, and tongued a trail to her ear. She jerked spasmodically as chills raced down her spine.
"Put it in me," she panted. "Fuck me ... fuck me good, like I've never been fucked before!"
Slowly, Marty slid his hips down between her quivering thighs. The bulbous head of his big cock was bobbing up and down, now and then coming to rest against the foliage that covered her cunt.
He used his hands to excite her even more by kneading the backs of her thighs, her gleaming ass cheeks, and the oozing petals of her cuntlips.
He guided his cock to her slit and eased just the tip of the head between her lips. Up and down he maneuvered his cockhead, smearing the juice from her pussy clear to the back of her ass crease. "Now?"
He separated her cheeks with his palms and lowered himself until his blood-gorged erection was in line with her hole.
Slowly, he pushed forward, then retracted. He repeated the movement until the head of his prick was embedded.
"Ohhhhh, shit," JoAnne grunted at the first penetration.
He backed off a little and slid his hands beneath her. Gripping her ass, he lifted her slightly for a better angle. Then, with a groan of lust, he pulled her towards him. At the same time, he eased his hips forward slowly, sending his meat into the sticky cavern of her hot cunt.
The ecstasy of the moment caught them both. Her cunt closed around his prick like a vise. He could feel the skin on his cock stretch and roll back as he severed her tight cuntal walls.
"Oh damn, you're tight ... nice and tight!"
"Is it good for you?"
"Beautiful," he gasped, and made a final lunge forward until the hair on his groin met her erected clit.
What a woman, Marty thought. Oh shit, what a woman! And she's mine ... all mine.
"Push, darling!" JoAnne crooned. "Give it to me! Give me all your beautiful meat!" She began arching her ass to meet his thrusts, the juice from her hole now pouring in streams. "Marty! I ... I'm coming!" she suddenly shrieked, still arching frantically and rotating her hips.
"Already?"
"Yes, but don't stop! It's so good! Your cock is so good in my pussy! AARRGGHHHH!"
The swollen lips of her cunt engulfed his cock. Slurping sounds bubbled up from between their bodies as he jabbed her hole. Beneath her, his hands still held her ass cheeks. The cheeks were spread wide in invitation. He took it and found her rear hole with an index finger.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Jab me there, too! Finger-fuck my asshole while your cock brings my pussy off!"
She felt his balls vibrate and darts of bliss began shooting through her.
"I'm there, darling, you're making me ... come! OOOOOWWWW!"
He felt the whole sheath of her cunt grip and pull at his pounding cock, manipulating it like a hungry, sucking mouth, and his balls tingled as the head of his meat throbbed and swelled with his hot cum.
"Now! NOW!" he shouted. His cum blasted out of his prick. It spurted out the end and splattered deep into her coming cunt. Their bodies were a blur of motion while they abandoned themselves completely to the ecstasy of their mutual climaxes.
Their cum blended together, flooding her cunt, washing over his cock like a hot shower. He continued hunching until his climax subsided, while her pussy kept squeezing, milking all his juice from him.
Then he rolled to her side and was still. JoAnne lay beside him, listening until his breathing was even in sleep.
When she was sure, she slipped from the bed and pulled on a robe. Silently, she closed the bedroom door behind her and padded to the phone in the living room.
She dialed, waited, and then heard the familiar voice on the other end. "Yes?"
"Tom, this is JoAnne. I won't be able to keep our date tonight."
"You what?"
"Something's come up." She smiled, looking toward the bedroom door, and then added, "three times so far, in fact."
"I don't get it."
"You won't, either."
"Baby, I got such a hard-on!"
"And I won't be into work on Monday, or any day after that."
She disconnected on his sputtering voice and returned the receiver to her ear as she dialed again.
Maybe someday, after she was solidly married to Marty, she would fuck Tom Parmenter again. He was pretty good, and JoAnne did like variety in cocks. Of course there was only one pussy for her, but she did like a change in cocks now and then. Besides, Marty would never be able to give her enough.
"Hello?"
"Norma?"
"Yes, darling."
"It worked," JoAnne said, fingering her cunt with her free hand and visualizing her female lover by the phone, naked. "He's hooked ... and I mean solid! You can move the rest of your things in before the week is out."
"Thank God!" Norma said. "I don't think I could turn another trick!"
"You'll never have to do that again, love," JoAnne smiled. "From now on we're both on easy street, with all the bills paid! And we'll have our own little love nest!"
"Is he there now?"
"Yes. Passed out cold. I don't think he ever got fucked like that in his life!"
"Damn."
"What's the matter?"
"I wanted you tonight, Jo. I can almost taste your sweet pussy!"
"It's all right. An earthquake wouldn't wake him. Come on over and we can make love on the living room sofa!"
"I'll be there in five minutes!"
"Make it ten," JoAnne said. "I want to make my pussy taste good for you. I know how you hate male sperm!"
* * *
Christy stood at the door. She had her finger on the bell when she heard the voices on the other side.
"Oh shit, I'm so glad, Chad! I'm so glad you're back!"
"You know I'd never leave you, Fiona ... you know that. Go a little faster, baby, get my cock real hard!"
"Ohhh, Chad darling, your cock ... it's so big ... so big and thick! Mmmmmm, I love your cock!" There was silence for a moment, and then, "God, I gotta suck it ... I just gotta suck and taste your beautiful dick! Let me suck it!"
Christy could hear Fiona moaning. She could also hear the wet, smacking sounds her lips made as they enclosed Chad's turgid prick Hungrily. The erotic groans began to have their effect. Christy silently opened the door and slipped into the foyer. They were in the living room off to the left. She could hear them even more clearly now.
"Oh, oh, oh, shit, Fiona honey. That's enough sucking. Now roll around. That's it, on all fours. I want your asshole, baby! I want to plug your butt!"
"Anything, Chad, darling, anything you want! I'll give you anything! Oh, Chad ... A A A AGGGG R R R R A A W WWW!"
Slowly, Christy removed her clothes until she stood just outside the door, naked. Juice from her cunt was already running down the inside of her thighs.
Both of them, she thought. Now Chad had both of them, and he would bleed them dry, and they would let him. And then he would move on and she and Fiona would only have each other.
But it would be worth it, she told herself, for as long as it would last.
Chad was behind her, grinding his enormous cock in and out of Fiona's ass. He smiled and nodded when he saw Christy's naked body. She moved to them.
"Get behind me," Chad commented. "Get your face between my cheeks and eat my asshole! Stick your tongue up it while I plug this old cunt, Fiona!"
"Yes, Chad." Christy dropped to her knees behind his pounding ass.
"And if you do a real good job," he laughed, "I'll let you eat Fiona while I suck your cunt!"
"Oh God, oh Christy, isn't he wonderful? Isn't Chad grand?"
"Yes, Fiona, he's grand," Christy said, as she jammed her tongue into his asshole.
