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 and affection.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the family structure; and the use of others for thrill-seeking-and often deviant-purposes as an end in itself instead of a means of showing devotion. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, and at worst, depravity.
HIS CHEATIN' WIFE is the story of a woman whose marriage turns into a sham and she becomes eager to satisfy her lustful cravings in the arms of others. A shocking story, perhaps, but also a minor of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The young man could already feel his cock begin to throb as he crept silently around to the side of the house. It was two in the morning, and most of the town was shrouded in darkness and quiet. Measuring his steps carefully, he stopped and peered into a lighted window.
What he saw, through the gauze of curtains, was a young woman sitting at a vanity, carefully applying lipstick. His hungry eyes quickly swept over her tanned shoulders, down the furrow of her slim waist, and to a perfectly shaped ass. Taking one last mouth-watering glance, he rounded the house to the back. He approached the rear door, paused, and knocked.
A few seconds later he heard her answer.-Brad?" she asked in a silky voice, 'is that you?"
"Who else?" Brad answered. "Let me in," he added in a voice filled with urgency.
The door opened slightly to reveal a blond girl, her green eyes in an amused stare and her lips curved pertly into a sensual smile. He pushed the door open, grabbed her greedily and closed the door with his foot.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, his open mouth on hers in an instant, "I didn't think I would wait." He pulled her closer as his hands folded her into a crushing embrace. He lowered his hand to her ass and kneaded the firm flesh as he ground his cock against her cunt'. She placed her hands around his neck and forced his mouth onto hers with an almost violent movement. Their tongues intertwined and explored each other's mouths like dancing serpents.
She pulled away from him after a few moments and looked into his eyes, which were already glazed with cunt-licking, hunger. "Can I fix you a drink?" she asked playfully, knowing the power she held over him at this moment. "After all," she added, "we do have all night."
"Maybe you, Sheila, but I'm about to cum in my pants," he said as his hands fondled her firm tits. "It's been three days without you, and I feel like I could fuck you for three days."
"Tell you what," she said, her hands pulling up his shirt, "you get more comfortable, and I'll get us a couple of drinks."
"Anything you say, lady," he moaned. "Just prepare yourself for a fuck-feast," he added, walking toward the bedroom. He turned his head and smiled a boyish grin that had the ability to make her knees buckle. "I'll be waiting."
When she walked into the bedroom with the two drinks in her hands, she laughed. "You weren't kidding when you said you'd be waiting."
Brad was lying on the bed, two pillows propped under his head. His clothes had been shucked hurriedly, leaving a trail from the door to the edge of the bed. She paused momentarily and gazed at his tortured face, then to his throbbing cock.
"Come here, Sheila," he said, his hands outstretched.
"In a minute," she said, placing the drinks on the nightstand. She slowly untied the pale-peach negligee, and let it drop to the floor. She then took one of the drinks from the nightstand and, raising it to her chest, gently dipped her right tit into the cold liquid. After doing the same with the other, she smiled and said, "Care to test your drink?"
Brad sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her gently into his arms. His hands slid up the velvety softness of her sides, and cupped her tits. He took her right tit into his mouth and licked hungrily. The firm nipple and the taste of the drink almost drove him insane with desire. He pulled her down on top of himself, and then over on her back. With his knees between her legs, he fondled, sucked and gently bit her tits.
"Jesus," he said, "my favorite. Bourbon and tit."
She pushed against his chest and looked into his blue eyes. "You get on your back, and finish your drink. I've got plans for you." He rolled over on his back unwillingly and took his drink.
Sheila took his free hand and placed it against her cheek. She turned his palm to her lips and kissed it gently. Then with a flickering of her tongue, she began licking the areas between the ringers and down to his wrist. In turn she took each finger and licked and sucked it as though it were a tiny cock. After every inch of area was covered, she ran her tongue up his forearm to the inside of the elbow.
"My god," moaned Brad, "that's great."
With careful deliberation, she licked and sucked on his arm, feeling his bicep tighten and ripple. Her tongue felt like a million fingers, wet with honey, as it traced its way to his shoulder. With her hands she lifted his arm and sucked the hair under his arm. The salty smell of his body, and the firmness of his young body made her own shiver with delight. She ran her tongue over to his chest and sucked and licked his nipples. His body flinched as she ran her mouth down to his stomach. Her tongue ran in and out of his belly button and inched its way lower and lower until she felt the wiry brush of hair just above his cock.
Repositioning herself, she let her tongue bypass his iron-hard cock and began licking and flickering her tongue against the firmness of his legs. Lower and lower she moved her head, sucking and kissing and licking his knees, his ankles and feet. She ran her tongue down to his toes and sucked each one separately.
Brad was moaning and wincing in a pleasure-pain sensation. He realized that he hadn't even touched his drink, but felt the cold hardness of the glass in his vise-like grip. He looked down at the beautiful girl as she shifted her attention to his other foot. She ran her tongue between his toes and massaged his sole with her soft hands. He watched as she began to lick and suck his ankle and then to raise herself, and retrace her steps to the other side of his body. After what seemed like an eternity, she placed his other hand to her lips and completed her round-the-world trip.
"Roll over," she said huskily, her voice filled with hunger and lust. "And spread."
"Jesus," he said hoarsely, "I don't know if I can hold it."
"You can, if I can," she said, gently helping him roll over.
She began to massage his ass, pinching and tickling the two mounds of solid muscle. She lowered her face and began gently to lick and suck the hair on his ass. Her lips moistened the hollows on either side of his ass, and finally around the angle of the leg and ass, closer to his dark, hairy hole. Pushing between the cheeks of his ass, she let her tongue glide against his asshole in a teasing manner.
"Jesus," he moaned, his fists clenched.
The young woman ran her tongue into the opening of his ass, her firm lips sucking and licking. Further and further she forced her tongue up into his shitter, until she could force it no further. His ass flinched and pumped against the mouth and tongue, as Sheila sucked and lapped at her own spit.
Pulling her head away finally, she said, "Now the real good part. Roll over."
Brad rolled over, his massive cock seeming to have a life of its own as it throbbed and bobbed up and down. "My god, I've never felt anything so great," he said. "You suck great, baby."
"You haven't seen anything yet," she said, taking his cock into her hands.
With a gentle upward and downward movement, she jacked his cock, while her pink tongue licked and kissed the oval head. With measured subtlety, she lowered her mouth over the entire shaft and sucked and licked. She took the cock out of her mouth and licked the underside and then placed his rod back into her mouth, sucking and licking like a hungry animal. Her right hand fondled and tickled the cum-filled balls as her left hand gently squeezed the base of the shaft of his near-bursting cock. She pulled her mouth away from his cock and inched her mouth to his swollen balls. She took them into her mouth and gently massaged them with a steady sucking of her lips and tongue.
"I can't hold it much longer," Brad almost shouted.
"In that case, go ahead and cum," she said, taking her mouth off his balls. "I want you to fuck my mouth."
She took his cock into her mouth and vigorously pumped her head up and down, taking his entire cock into her mouth. Her lips went down and sucked the shaft of his engorged cock, and then she felt the beginning spasms of his climax. He placed his hands on her head as his cock began to spurt cum into her yearning throat. She sucked and pumped her head up and down, her lips tightening as she felt each spurt of what seemed to her like gallons of delicious cum.
Finally, she felt his body relax. But she didn't stop sucking and licking his twitching cock. As he lay on his back, his breathing almost out of control, she placed her right hand on the shaft of his cock, squeezed and ran her hand up the entire shaft, pulling out the last milky-white drops onto her waiting tongue. She rolled the last bit of cum around in her mouth and swallowed it with pleasure, like a kitten lapping warm milk.
"My god," the young man said, "you could get cum out of a crowbar." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. "You were great. But now it's my turn."
Rolling her over onto her back, he looked down at her voluptuous body, and began to stroke her flat stomach. His index ringer and thumb made gentle circles and cross movements against her flesh. He touched the tip of each swollen nipple and caressed her tits with a soft massaging motion. Lowering his head, he took the nipples into his mouth in turn and licked and sucked gently, until she began moaning with pleasure.
He placed his knees between her legs and spread her thighs open with his hands. Lowering his head, he began to lick and suck the opening of her cunt. He spread her cuntlips open with both hands, revealing her taut clit. He licked and sucked the tiny projection with a gentle swirling motion, feeling the juices of her cunt bubbling out onto his chin. He lapped and sucked her cunt, running his tongue in and out of the hole as she held his head with both hands.
"That's great," she moaned, "suck my cunt!" Her body began to writhe with ecstasy as his tongue plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned. "Put your cock into me and fuck me!"
She placed her legs around his neck and squeezed as his tongue and chin rubbed against her clit. She felt the vibrations of her body intensify as his hands cupped her ass and he pulled her to his face. He raised her body with his hands, while his elbows were propped on his knees. He sucked her cunt with more force as she pumped her body back and forth. He lowered his tongue to lick the space between her cunt and her shitter, and then lowered his head while at the same time raising her body upward. His tongue flicked from her cunt to her asshole and back again. He plunged his tongue into her dark shit hole and flicked his tongue as her body throbbed with passion.
Gently he lowered her to the bed again and lay on top of her. She took his gigantic cock and rubbed the head against her throbbing clit. Spreading her legs wider she let the man's tool slide into her honey-wet cunt. She forced her body upward to swallow his cock into her body.
"Your cunt is nice and tight," the man said as he shoved the entire nine inches of meat into her frothy cunt. He lowered his head to her tits and sucked and licked as his body pumped in and out of her fuck hole. Faster and faster he plunged his cock into her cunt, his balls slamming against her ass. She raised her legs over his shoulders and began to pant and moan.
"My god, fuck me! Fuck me, Brad!" she wailed.
Brad fucked harder and faster, his long cock plunging deeper and faster into her tiny pussy. As his huge cock slammed against her insides, his mouth taking in her full tits, he felt Sheila twitch and squirm.
"My god," she moaned, "I've never been fucked like this. Fuck me!"
Her body matched his hard stabs as she pumped and ground her body into his. The base of his cock pressed against her clit as she grabbed his ass and pulled him against herself harder and harder.
He felt her entire body tighten and quiver as she moaned, "Oh my god, I'm coming!"
He continued to pound away at her pussy and suck her tits as she met his thrusts with pangs of pleasure and moans of delirium. For over a full minute she quivered and tightened her body as she climaxed again and again. She bit her lips and scratched his back with her fingernails.
At last her moans subsided, but Brad continued to pump his cock in and out of her pussy. She felt a new sensation of pleasure as he continued to pound away with relentless energy.
"Roll over," Brad said, "we're gonna do it doggy style."
They rolled over and onto a pillow as Brad knelt, his stomach against her ass. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her body against his. His dick slammed against her cunt walls with tremendous force as his hands pulled her against himself.
He leaned forward, his body forcing hers flat on the bed. He reached under her and held onto her tits and fucked her harder and faster. She pumped her ass up and down to meet his plunging motions. Not able to stand it any longer, Sheila's body convulsed in continuous spasms of pleasure, each better than the last.
"Jesus!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
When she had finally relaxed, Brad rolled her over and straddled her waist. He placed his cock between her tits, and with his hands pressed them around his slick, wet cock. He pumped and massaged Sheila's tits against his dick, his cock pumping toward Sheila's mouth and then back into the warmth of her tits. His swollen balls raced back and forth against her stomach, making her spine quiver with new pleasure and excitement. She reached down and began stroking her cunt as Brad fucked her tits. Up and down her fingers went against her clit as she felt the huge cock rub between her tits. She lowered her head to the up-thrusting cock and licked the head as it pumped back and forth.
Her own orgasm mounting, she saw the head of Brad's cock bulge. As he thrust forward, she felt the first spasm of his cum as the sticky liquid spurted into her face, covering her lips, eyes and cheeks. As she licked and lunged for the head of his bulging cock, she felt her body twitch and tighten in climax. Brad forced his cock into her mouth, giving her the last few drops of his jism. Holding his throbbing cock in her mouth and fingering her clit, she climaxed.
A few seconds later, Brad pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay on top of her, gently guiding his. cock'into her wet pussy.
"Now let's just have an easy fuck," he said as he began to tuck in a slow even motion. He looked into her face and smiled. "You have cum on your race."
Sheila licked her lips, and flicked her tongue around her mouth, catching some of the stray cum. Brad took his index finger and wiped the cum off her cheek, and held the finger in front of her mouth. The white fuck juice hung from his finger and dangled against her mouth. Sheila licked out her tongue and let the cum drop into her mouth. She then took his finger into her mouth and sucked the last bit of cum into her throat.
"This is nice," Sheila said, feeling Brad fuck her. She molded into his arms and body, feeling secure and satisfied. She was near drifting off to sleep, her body absorbing the gentle gliding of Brad's cock into her wet pussy, when she had a sudden tense feeling. She opened her eyes, her body constricted in terror as she saw the figure in the doorway.
"Well, ain't this a pretty picture!" the man said with a sadistic growl.
Sheila and Brad were too stunned to react at first. Their hearts immediately began pounding. Brad, gathering his wits, finally jumped off Sheila and stood up beside the bed, his hands made into partial fists. At first glance he didn't see the man. What he saw first was the steel-gray barrel of a .45.
CHAPTER TWO
"I guess you didn't hear me come in," the man at the door said, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "The last twenty minutes has been most entertaining."
Sheila instinctively reached for the bedspread to cover her nakedness. "Please, Charlie, I can explain," she began, her eyes a study in pure terror. "I didn't mean to...."
"Shut up!" Charlie roared, pointing the gun in her direction. "You shut your cum-sucking mouth, you fucking whore!"
She flinched as he spat out the words. Her eyes momentarily dropped from his murderous eyes to the white knuckles holding the pistol. Involuntarily, her body began to quiver and jerk. She tried to cry out, to beg, to plead, but her voice was paralyzed with horror.
Charlie turned his gaze and the pistol in one movement to Brad, still frozen in a comic gesture of defense. "And what's your name, little boy?"
Brad swallowed hard, opened his mouth to speak, but his voice cracked, and only a high-pitched sound came out.
"I said, what is your fucking name, boy!" Charlie roared. "I'm trying to picture what it's gonna look like on a tombstone."
"My...my name is Brad. Brad Johnson." His voice shook as he felt the muscles of his ass about to give way. The room seemed to whirl, and he felt he was in a nightmare. A dull roar was in his ears as he looked from the man's face and back to the gun. He began to mutter and stammer, not making any sense as words failed him. Beads of sweat popped out on his upper lip and forehead. His mind kept racing like a car out of control, and one thought kept screaming over and over throughout his brain: "Please, don't kill me!"
Charlie bellowed out a laugh. "You fucking punk," he said, his laughter dying down to a contemptuous grunt. "You should take a look at yourself now. He pointed the pistol to Brad's crotch. "That big dick Sheila was hugging and fucking looks like a peanut now."
Brad looked down at his wilted cock, a ridiculous tube of wrinkled, pussy-stained meat. He glanced back to Charlie's scowl, and felt his legs weaken. His entire body seemed to match the strength of his rubbery cock. He grabbed the bedside table for support.
"You scared?" Charlie asked sarcastically.
If Brad had an answer, it was frozen in his throat.
"Well," said Charlie, "you'd better be." He took a step toward the young man, waving the pistol like a conductor would a baton. "Who first?" he asked, looking to Sheila and back again to Brad. Sheila stared at her husband, her chest pounding. , Brad said quickly, his voice cracking, "Look, mister, I'm sorry. Please don't use that gun, please." His face took on the squinty, pleading quality of a child who's been caught with his in a cookie jar. His complexion changed from pale to an almost dead white as he began to realize the reality of the situation. "Please, mister," he stammered, "give me a chance. I'm sorry. Just let me-"
"Shut up," Charlie interrupted, his voice low and controlled.
"Charlie, I can explain," interjected Sheila, her voice sounding far away and hollow. "This isn't what it looks like, please put the gun down. I can explain...." Her voice drifted off as she realized she couldn't explain.
With slow and determined movement, Charlie raised his arm thirty degrees and pointed the pistol into Sheila's face. "Look, bitch," he began, "one more word out of you, and I ram this .45 up your cunt and blow this bastard's cum right through your brains." He paused, glaring at Sheila with sadistic hatred. "You don't believe me, just cough up one more word."
Charlie then directed his attention once again to Brad, and after a few moments of deathly silence, he said softly, almost politely, "You'd better get your pants on, boy."
Brad scampered after his clothes like a fireman. Holding his shirt and socks under one arm, he started slipping on his jeans. Still crippled with fear, his knees gave way. He hopped around on one leg, and finally fell down.
This comic gesture was met with a burst of laughter by Charlie. "You stupid little bastard. I ought to blow your brains out right now and give the cops a good laugh."
Brad got up, his heart about to pound out of his throat. Dancing around like a dog chasing his tail, he finally succeeded in getting his jeans on.
"That's real good," commented Charlie, "I just knew you could do it."
Brad zipped up his jeans, and then took a quick pleading look at Sheila, but all he saw was her eyes riveted on her husband. She was shaking with terror. He looked back at Charlie, and then to the pistol once again. "Please, mister, let me go. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never-"
Charlie interrupted quietly. "You damned right you're sorry, you fucking shithead." His calmness was almost like that of an executioner about to do a grim, but necessary duty. "Let me tell you something," he continued, his eyes squinting into beady, black marbles, "in this state, you fuck a man's wife, you're in big, big trouble. I could blow your brains out right now," he added, waving the gun back and forth between Sheila and Brad, "and I'd be doing the community a service."
Brad tried to speak, a new shock of fear pounding at his skull, but his mouth and throat felt as though they were filled with cotton.
"It's just that I'm now trying to decide whether to blow your brains out, or blow your balls off."
With this statement, Brad felt an aching sensation in his balls. His mind was a confused mass of gibbering thoughts and explanations as he felt a wave of nausea hit him.
There was another few moments of silence as Charlie seemed to measure up the situation, looking from Sheila to Brad. His expression was like one who was comparing cars or horses. Finally he said, "Put your hands in your front pockets, punk."
"Huh?" asked Brad, not understanding, not able to make his hands obey at that moment if he did.
"I said, fuck face, put your hands in your front pockets! And pronto!"
"Yessir," muttered Brad, thrusting his hands deep into the front pockets of his jeans.
"Now get on your knees and crawl over to me."
Brad fell to his knees, and began to walk on his knees to Charlie, his eyes not taking their gaze off the pistol for a moment.
"That's right. You re doing fine," said Charlie. "You come over here to Daddy. I got something to show you. Something big and hard."
Brad continued to move toward Charlie, his ass bumping from side to side. He felt himself stricken with terror. His entire body was a pulsating bundle of fear.
"You look like a chicken with a broken leg," laughed Charlie.
As Brad stopped in front of Charlie, his pleading eyes only inches away from the gun, he wailed a whimpering sound.
Charlie thrust the barrel of the pistol into Brad's face, the end slightly touching Brad's nose. "You feel this, boy? This just might be your trip to heaven. Just one teeny pull of my finger and you know what?" Charlie said quietly, and after a pause shouted, "Boom!"
Brad's body convulsed with terror. "Please, mister," he stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, mister, please don't...."
"You know what you did, punk?"
Brad could only nod his head. "You pissed me off. You pissed me off real bad."
With his free hand, Charlie unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Put your head down on the floor, shit face," Charlie ordered. "What you're going to feel next is the sound of someone being real pissed off."
After a few seconds, with his nose in the carpet and his ass in the air, Brad felt the shock of warm, vile-smelling piss falling on his head, his neck. It dripped around and into his eyes and mouth. He didn't know it was possible to be so afraid and humiliated.
Shaking his cock, and putting it back into his pants, Charlie said, "Now that I'm finished being pissed off, I'm gonna settle some debts." He pulled his right leg back and, like kicking a football, slammed his foot into Brad's neck with full force. The blow sent Brad sprawling halfway across the room. There was a gasp from the bed, but the murderous glance at Sheila from Charlie cut off any further outburst.
"Now get back on your knees, you slimy little bastard," Charlie said. Brad was moaning, lying on his back, blood coining from his nose. He was sobbing quietly.
"Now!" shouted Charlie.
Brad got to his knees with some effort and crawled over to Charlie. His mind had practically snapped as he faced the gun once more. His sobbing grew louder, and he muttered over and over, "Please, please don't, please...."
"Now look up at me and open that cunt-sucking mouth," ordered Charlie. "But this time you're gonna suck something else." With that, he pulled his cock out again. "Open up wide, you cocksucker!"
Brad looked at the purplish, veined cock with total disgust, and then to the pistol. He opened his mouth, feeling the first rumblings of vomit in his throat.
"Wider, asshole!" screamed Charlie.
As Brad opened his mouth wider, Charlie rammed the barrel of the .45 into Brad's mouth. There was a gagging sound as the shock of the metal chipped against Brad's teeth.
"Now you suck on the barrel of this gun. And the better you suck, dickhead, the longer you live."
Paralyzed, the young man began to suck on the barrel of the pistol, like a small child licking a lollipop. Charlie laughed low as he watched Brad. At last he said, "This, little boy, is for fucking my wife."
Brad, frozen in terror, his eyes crossed looking at the man's hand as he began to squeeze the trigger, felt every muscle in his body tense to the breaking point. He felt the movement of the index ringer as it pressed gently on the tiny piece of metal that would blow his head off. After what seemed hours, the room began to darken and he began to taste the hot, acidic vomit in the back of his throat. Charlie then pulled the trigger.
Several things happened in that split second when the hammer slammed forward. Brad vomited, shit and pissed all over himself, and fell in a heap. Sheila screamed like a wounded panther, Charlie laughed loud and hard, and the gun went, "Snap."
* * *
Sheila continued screaming hysterically in a high-pitched, raspy voice. Charlie looked at the pathetic figure of Brad and continued to laugh.
Finally, he glanced over to Sheila, watching her contorted face, the face of a tortured animal. He walked slowly over to her, relishing the fear in her eyes, and stopped in front of her. He pulled his right hand, still holding the pistol, to his body, and then slammed her hard in the face with it. The force of the blow knocked her off the bed and against the wall. Although not unconscious, her eyes were closed, and she began weeping softly. There was a gash just above her right eye, oozing blood.
"I'll take care of you in a few minutes, whore," Charlie muttered. "You can count on that."
He walked over to the bedside table and picked up the drinks Sheila had made just a short while ago. He downed one of the drinks in a single gulp and took the other one over to the young man sprawled on the floor. With considerable force, he threw the contents into Brad's face. As Brad began to moan and turn to one side, Charlie bent down and slapped him on both cheeks. "Hey, boy," he said, "better get your ass out of here before I put some bullets in this gun."
Confused and stricken with panic, but some relief, Brad scrambled toward the door, trying to stand and run, but only succeeding in slamming into the wall. This comic action caused another burst of laughter from Charlie.
"I'm gonna count to three, punk, and you'd better be out of my house, and if I ever see you again...." Charlie paused. "...You're going to be-now listen real careful-you're going to be a dead man."
Brad bolted through the door. There was a loud crash in the living room as he ran into a chair, recovered and bolted for the front door. He opened the door and took the porch steps three at a time. With a quick, but unwise glance over his shoulder toward the house, he managed to broadside a huge oak tree in the front yard. He bounced up, stunned, but kept running. He fell and crawled and ran, the cool wind hitting his face, the cold wet piss running down his neck, the smell of vomit on his chin.
Charlie stood on the porch watching the fleeting figure disappear into the early-morning darkness. He walked back into the house, and into the bedroom. He looked at his wife, still lying in the corner of the room, her face now swollen and bruised. "Well, whore bitch, you're next," he said.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she whispered.
"Why, sweetheart," he began as he unbuckled his trousers, "I'm gonna fuck you. And when I say I'm going to fuck you, I mean I'm going to fuck you until you stay fucked." , He placed the .45 on the nightstand and shucked off his clothes,, his eyes never straying from hers. She felt the air thick with sadistic hatred as his cock-already growing hard-bobbed out of his pants.
"Yes ma'am," he said, pulling her onto the bed, "this is going to be a fuck you'll never forget."
CHAPTER THREE
Sheila looked at Charlie's half-hard cock, already longer and bigger than Brad's when he was fully aroused. Instead of an instrument of passion and joy, it loomed between Charlie's muscular legs like a weapon. His cum-filled balls seemed to grow larger, ready to burst with liquid power. The hairy, muscular body that had once sent thrills down her spine now belonged to a butcher, ready to take a calf to the slaughter. She felt her entire body go weak as he grabbed her by the neck.
"Now, you cum-sucking whore, you've been fucked by a boy, but this time, you're going to get fucked by a man!" Charlie said, straddling her shoulders, his hand still at her throat. "Open that filthy cum-hole mouth of yours."
Her mouth opened, and he plunged his still-growing cock past her lips and into her throat. He released his hand from her neck and placed it behind her head, shoving her face into his crotch. Her lips were circled around the very base of his throbbing dick, the head of his enormous cock against her tonsils.
"Suck, you bitch. Suck me dry!" he commanded.
Sheila began to gag on his cock, and it still was not fully erect. She felt it would never stop growing! She felt the foreskin of his pecker pull against the roof of her mouth as the glans grew larger and larger, freeing itself of the stretching cock skin. Charlie pressed harder against the back of her head as his cock now seemed to fill every space in her mouth and throat. Sheila could hardly breathe with her nose pressed against the wiry brush of hair around his cock, and the fully hardened prick seemed to be plunged into her lungs.
"I'm going to face-fuck you to death, you slimy whore," Charlie said, grinding his cock deeper and deeper into her constricting throat. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back and forth to meet his pumping pelvis. He watched as her wet tips traveled the entire length of his cock as he pulled it out, and then plunged it in again. Back and forth, without mercy, he poked his pulsating cock into her mouth. The huge head of his prick slid across the roof of her mouth and down into her throat with each thrust.
"You like this, baby?" asked Charlie, his voice hoarse with excitement. "You like this big cock fucking you in the mouth?" His movements became faster and harder as he bumped his pelvis against her face. "You ready to suck some cum, you cocksucker?"
Sheila's mouth felt as though it would split at the corners as his aim-filled balls slammed and banged against her chin. The hot, juicy cum was pouring from his engorged balls through the long pole of his cock as she felt the shaft grow even larger.
"Suck, you whore bitch, suck!" Charlie shouted as floods of white, milky cum shot deep into her throat.
He pulled her head against his stomach with a force that almost broke her neck as he shot off time after time. Sheila felt her mouth and throat filled with his sticky, hot cum. Stream after stream of jism flooded into her mouth. She tried desperately to swallow it all, but there was too much of it.
She began to gag, and choke. The cum still spurting from his iron-hard cock shot upward and into her nose. When she breathed out, a long stream of cum dripped from her nose and onto Charlie's hairy crotch.
Although Sheila was thrashing for air, Charlie still held her head and pumped, until the last few drops of cum fell into her throat. Only then did he slightly release the pressure, so that she could breathe. After his orgasm had fully subsided, he took out the wilting cock. When he had done so, he looked down at her cum-splattered face and said, 'That's pretty good for starters, bitch, but it's only the beginning." Then he slapped her face hard, and spit into her mouth. "Suck that too, you whore!"
Charlie got off of her and went over to the dresser and, opening a drawer, pulled out a long belt with a cowboy buckle.
"You're nothing but a whore dog, and I'm going to teach you a few lessons," Charlie said, winding the belt around his fist. "I'm going to teach you to sit up and beg, you bitch!"
Sheila looked at Charlie with pleading and fearful eyes. "Please, Charlie, don't hurt me. Please, I'm sorry. Please...."
Her pleading was replaced by a scream of pain as the leather belt slammed across her legs.
"Look, bitch," Charlie said, "first thing you learn, is don't talk back!" Once again he struck her hard with the belt. He grabbed her by the elbow and forcefully turned her over on her stomach. "Take this, you cocksucking dog!" he screamed as he slapped the belt across her ass. He watched her writhe on the bed in pain as his excitement grew. He felt the blood rush to his cock, making it grow harder and harder.
Sheila whimpered and cried, begging him to stop. "Charlie, please, you're killing me. Don't hit me again. Please!"
"You going to be a good little whore to me."
"Yes, yes, Charlie!" Sheila screamed. "Anything, anything you ask, just don't hit me again, please!"
"You do what you're told, baby," Charlie began, dropping the belt beside the bed, "and no more hits." He reached to her ass and touched the red welt the belt had caused. Sheila flinched. "There, there, my little cum-sucking whore, I'm not going to hurt you." His voice had now taken on a child-like, insane tone. "First you have to learn to beg." He grabbed the firm flesh of her ass hard and said, "Have you learned to beg?"
"Yes, Charlie, I'll beg. I promise," Sheila answered, her voice filled with terror and pain.
Charlie patted her ass, then rolled her over. "Good," he began. "First thing you have to beg for is to suck out my ass."
Sheila stared at him, her eyes wide and tearful. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"I said, goddammit, to beg!" Charlie shouted, his hand reaching for her neck.
"Please, please, Charlie," Sheila began, "will you please let me suck out your ass?"
"That's better," Charlie said, releasing her neck. "Once more."
"Please, can I suck your ass?" Sheila whimpered.
"Sure, baby," Charlie said. "You go right ahead and suck my shitter. And suck it good, baby, or I might have to teach you another lesson."
Charlie straddled Sheila's waist, with his back to her face, and lowered his ass against her mouth. His huge balls were hanging like hairy apples in front of her eyes. She saw the wiry growth of hair around his shit hole as he lowered it to her lips.
"Start sucking, baby," he said, "and it had better be the best suck job of your career."
Sheila flicked her tongue around the hairy, soft opening of Charlie's shitter. She licked and sucked on the opening, running her tongue around the hole, forward to his balls and back again. She darted the tip of her tongue into the entrance of his shitter. As Charlie gyrated his pelvis around and around, her tongue thrust deeper and deeper into his dark bung. Charlie leaned a little forward, letting his hard cock rest on her flat stomach. He rocked back and forth, pushing his ass down on her tongue as it flicked in and out of his dark hole. He clenched the anal muscles around her firm tongue as she slipped it out and in.
"Deeper!" Charlie commanded.
With all her effort, Sheila forced her tongue deep into his shitter, the base of her flickering instrument crammed against the opening. She ran her tongue around the inner muscles and sucked with all her might.
Charlie began stroking his cock, and shouted, "Suck it, you whore, suck my ass!"
Sheila sucked and licked faster and harder. She felt his muscles tighten, and then relax completely. Without warning she felt the explosion of hot, putrid air in her mouth as Charlie blew a long, foul fart into her face. As he did so, he sat down on her mouth and laughed.
"Come on, baby, suck out my farts."
Sheila gagged as she tasted the tiny particles of shit expelled with the fart. Although she squirmed and pushed with her face, her strength was no match for Charlie's.
"Stick your tongue up my ass and suck out the shit, you bitch!" Charlie screamed. "Suck good, or I will fucking kill you!"
He ground his ass into her mouth and onto her tongue as he felt Sheila beginning to suck and lick again. He moved his ass up and down, plunging her tongue deeper and deeper, licking out the residue of shit in his ass.
"That's good, baby, that's real good."
After a few moments, Charlie got off. He looked down at Sheila and said, "Roll over, baby, my turn at your ass."
"What are you going to do?" Sheila asked, already knowing the answer.
"Why, baby, I'm going to fuck your little shitter to pieces."
"Charlie, please don't...." Sheila began, but thought of the pain of the belt. Meekly, she rolled over on her stomach, her head turned sideways. She looked at Charlie as he knelt between her legs, his massive cock in his hands.
"You're going to love this, you stinking whore," Charlie said, pressing the head of his cock into the tiny entrance of her asshole. "You won't shit right for the rest of your life when I'm finished with you."
A blinding pain overwhelmed Sheila as she felt the steel hardness of Charlie's cockhead slam against her tender stutter. She knew it was impossible for his huge cock to fit inside her ass. She held onto the sheets, gripping them in anguish as Charlie grabbed her around the waist and forced her bottom onto his throbbing cock. She felt as though she were being skewered as the head of his cock pushed its way into her tiny hole.
Hot, lightning stabs of pain seared her entire body as Charlie pushed his cock further and further into her bleeding ass. Inch by horrible inch she felt the shaft of his pole push against her guts. When she thought that he couldn't possibly push any further, he seemed to grow larger with each thrust. His monstrous cock was now slamming and pumping, grinding into her guts.
"You like this, baby?" Charlie moaned, his excitement mounting. "It's not even halfway in yet."
Sheila, her body racked with unbelievable pain, moaned and wept. Further and further his growing and pulsating cock pressed into her guts. She felt the head of his cock would rip open her stomach, as she felt every organ of her body compressed to make room for his fiery, rock-hard cock. When she knew she couldn't take any more pain, she began to plead and beg him to stop.
"It's killing me, Charlie!" she screamed.
"Then let it kill you, you fucking whore!" Charlie shouted. "I'm going to fuck you like this for a week!" With those words, he began to pump and slam his cock up her ass like a madman. In and out he, forced his cock, his balls slamming against her ass-cheeks on each stroke.
What seemed like an eternity to Sheila was only the beginning of Charlie's pumping and grinding. He seemed to find renewed energy with each thrust.
Sheila felt her ass split, the pain like a blowtorch in her intestines. The pulsating cock pushed against her ass walls, ripped and tore her tender flesh.
As Charlie neared a climax, his cock became cum-engorged, the heavy flow of milky sperm enlarging his cock to the maximum. At last, loads of sticky, hot cum juice flooded into her guts as he slammed again and again with each spurt.
Sheila felt her insides fill up with what seemed like gallons of molten lava as stream after stream of cum shot from his cock. His dick seemed to grow with each thrust, each gigantic spurt of burning, hot liquid. She felt the room whirl, grow dark, and his cock grow larger and larger, until she felt she was just a piece of flesh stretched over a huge cock.
She imagined his horrible, gigantic cock was filling her chest, her lungs and neck, as the sweet oblivion of darkness flooded her mind. Her eyes fluttered, her hands relaxed their grip on the sheets, and for a while, at least, she felt no more pain.
* * *
Sheila saw herself running, trying to escape. But something held her. Something hard, hairy and strong. She tried to force herself up, but her legs and arms were like rubber. There was a growing pain in her cunt. Something pounding and slamming into her tight pussy like a fist. She opened her eyes and saw the grinning face of Charlie. She vainly struggled to be free, but his huge, meaty arms held her fast. He was between her legs, slamming his cock into her tiny slit, grunting like a pig.
"I thought this would wake you up, baby," he said, grinding his cock fully into her pussy. "like it?"
Her cunt felt like it was about to split. The pain began to mount as Charlie's cock scraped and banged against her pussy walls. Bolt after bolt of scorching pain shot through her body as Charlie banged away relentlessly. Sheila looked at this animal, her mind unable to bear the pain any longer. She looked over at the nightstand and saw the gun. Without any thought except to be free and out of pain, she just barely managed to grasp the tip of the barrel. Pulling the .45 into her hand, she slammed the gun into the side of Charlie's head as hard as possible.
The pain subsided as Charlie's weight relaxed on her body. Sheila dropped the pistol and pulled herself away from Charlie. Blood was oozing from the side of his head. At that moment she hoped she had killed him. Stumbling into the bathroom, she vomited into the sink. One thought in her mind kept screaming out over and over, "Get out! Get out!"
Seconds later, she returned to the bedroom, and without looking at Charlie, she pulled a suitcase out of the closet and haphazardly threw some clothes and shoes in it. She slipped on a dress, and as an afterthought, went over to Charlie's trousers and extracted what money he had in his wallet. She grabbed her purse, the suitcase, and walked out of the bedroom. She heard a low moan from Charlie, and the fear and panic of this horrible night jolted her into action.
like a hunted animal, she ran out of the house, jumped into the car and pulled out of the driveway. She was in pain, crying and sobbing as she sped away from the house and down the street. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew what she was leaving. And she didn't look back.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sheila felt a sudden panic as she knocked on the door for the third time. There was no place else she could possibly go, except to Marcia's. She felt her grim determination slipping away as her knocks were met with silence.
"Please, Manna," she whispered to herself, "please be home!"
She leaned on the door facing, her body aching and bruised. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she squinted into the sunrise. She felt she wanted to die. Slapping on the door a fourth time drained her of her remaining strength.
"Hold on, for Christ's sake!" a muffled voice shouted. There was a rattle of chains as Marcia asked rather crossly, "Who the hell is there?"
"It's me, Sheila, please let me in," Sheila whimpered, her voice sounding flat and distant.
When Marcia opened the door, she stood looking at Sheila with a stunned expression for a few seconds before she could speak. "My God," she said finally, pulling the young girl into her apartment, "what happened?"
Sheila tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, a low wailing sound was all she could manage. She began crying and moaning, her lungs bursting with pain as she held her hands over her face.
"You poor baby," Marcia whispered, pulling Sheila into her arms. She stroked the young girl's hair tenderly and crooned into her ear, "It's alright now, it's fine now."
Sheila held onto Marcia, clutching the warm body fiercely while she wept long and hard. For the first time in her life she felt real comfort and solace as the older woman caressed her aching body. A sense of relief swelled through her as Marcia held her dose, gently rocking her back and forth like she would a small child.
When Sheila's crying had stopped enough and she gained control of her voice, she poured out the events of the last few hours to her friend. During the conversation, Marcia had maneuvered Sheila to the couch where they were now sitting. She had placed her arm around Sheila and listened carefully to each word the young woman blurted out.
When Sheila finished, Marcia said soothingly, "Well, there's nothing to worry about now. You're here. Everything is fine now. Don't worry."
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Marcia stood up. "First things first," she said, her voice taking on a practical tone. "I'm going to fix you something to eat, and then I believe, a hot shower is in order."
"But what am I going to do?" Sheila pleaded.
"like I said," Marcia said, "first things first. You're in no condition to think clearly. Come on in the kitchen with me, I could do with some breakfast myself." She pulled Sheila to her feet and embraced her friend. "Leave it to me, sweetheart, well get you out of this mess somehow."
Sheila felt one hundred percent better after the delicious breakfast Marcia had prepared. She sipped on the steaming coffee, feeling the warmth surge through her body. Her mind was locked in a pleasant reverie as she looked at Marcia's understanding face.
"You've been a lifesaver," she said, placing her hand on Marcia's. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
"Anything for you," Marcia answered, her voice low and sultry. "Right now, we'd better get you cleaned up, and then well talk." Marcia led Sheila into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. "Let's get you out of those clothes," she said as her hands expertly unfastened Sheila's dress, her arms around the young girl's neck.
She pulled the dress down to Sheila's waist, and then moved her hands back up to her neck, her ringers exploring a bruise on the firm young flesh. She stepped closer to Sheila, and slowly lowered her head to the bruise and kissed it gently, her lips feeling the soft warmth of her skin.
Sheila's eyes blurred with tears as she felt the tender gesture Marcia had displayed. A tingling feeling spread throughout her entire body as Marcia's sensuous lips, warm and moist, kissed her neck and shoulders.
"That feels wonderful," she whispered, her eyes now closed, her head arched back. "Just wonderful!"
Marcia's tongue licked back and forth on Sheila's neck, slowly darting upward, under the girl's chin, then down again, sending jolts of excitement through Sheila's body, a gentle erotic feeling she had never before experienced.
"Oh my God," Sheila moaned as she felt Marcia undress her, the whole time enjoying new sensations as that glorious mouth nibbled and licked her burning flesh. The act was so gentle, so unbelievably sexy, her knees felt weak.
Marcia pulled open her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor, revealing a firm, shapely figure and full, taut breasts. "I'll take a shower with you," she whispered, her face moving up to Sheila's. She kissed Sheila on the lips, lightly at first, and then letting her tongue push between Sheila's trembling tips with gentle force.
Sheila thought her body was melting as Marcia's darting tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, exploring and caressing every crevice. As Marcia let her hands tickle and rub her arms, moving her soft ringers up the sides of Sheila's tiny waist, both women moaned with pleasure. Sheila's tits ached to be sucked, and her nipples hardened, brushing against Marcia's.
Sheila reached up and held Marcia's tits in her hands, gently cupping the firm mounds. She rubbed Marcia's tits slowly and with mounting pleasure. Her own tongue swirled and intertwined with Marcia's as their searching mouths became more insistent, their hands squeezing each other's breasts. When Sheila thought she could stand this pleasurable agony not a moment longer, Marcia pulled her mouth away from Sheila's and said, "Let's take that shower now."
As if in a dream, Sheila got into the shower with Marcia. When she felt the steamy warmth of the cascading water on her skin, new pleasurable sensations caused her body to jolt with excitement. Marcia stood behind her, her firm breasts pressed into Sheila's curved back. Marcia kissed the back of
Sheila's neck as her hands circled the tiny waist, and massaged Sheila's flat stomach. Sheila leaned her head back against Marcia's as she let her entire body drift in a paradise of warmth and desire.
Marcia picked up the soap and lathered Sheila's back and ass in a steady swirling motion, letting her fingers slip up and down the crack of Sheila's buns, causing Sheila to stand on her toes and hunch back with passion. Marcia's fingers seemed to multiply wave after wave of tingling ecstasy, making Sheila moan with delicious agony. Marcia continued caressing and stroking Sheila's ass, intermittently squeezing and massaging the rounded ass cheeks. Sheila ground her hips as she felt Marcia's middle finger rub softly against her shitter, the soap lather lubricating the tiny opening.
"Oh my god," Sheila moaned, "that feels good, don't stop!"
"Don't you worry, sweetheart," Marcia answered, her lips playfully licking and kissing Sheila's neck and shoulders, "I've only begun."
She rubbed her finger around the opening of Sheila's asshole, and gently thrust her finger in the warm hole as Sheila clamped her ass muscles around the exploring ringer. Slowly, Marcia withdrew her fingertip, feeling the tightness of Sheila's shitter, and then pushed her finger back in a little deeper than before. She continued to pump her ringer into Sheila's asshole, twisting her finger around and around.
The warm water was washing the frothy cunt juices down Sheila's legs as her passion grew at an unbelievable pace. She rubbed the lips of her cunt, grinding the hard, rubbery clit as it throbbed with the slightest touch. She shook with desire as Marcia's lips became more insistent, and her finger-fucking more demanding. "Oh, god, Marcia," she wailed, "suck my cunt!"
Marcia turned Sheila around and lathered her tits and stomach with the creamy soap, pulling and gently pinching her taut tits in a tantalizing motion, causing Sheila to wince with desire. Marcia lowered her hands to Sheila's hot, juicy cunt and let her fingers stroke the hairy opening, slick with soap.
Sheila almost collapsed as Marcia's expert fingers touched her clit, sending bolts of pleasure up her spine. Marcia rubbed Sheila's tits with one hand, while the other cupped the tiny cunt, her fingers pulling the pussy lips apart. Jets of water washed the soap away from Sheila's tits and cunt as she arched her head back under the shower head.
Marcia knelt between Sheila's legs and kissed the hairy cunt, her lips licking and sucking the tender opening. She spread the opening wider with her fingers, to reveal the swollen clit. She ran her tongue up the length of throbbing nerves, and circled her lips around it, sucking and licking, her own passion mounting to equal Sheila's. She ran her tongue around the opening, sucking the cuntlips and hair with steady, even movements. Lapping up the cunt juices, she sucked and probed the dark pussy entrance with the tip of her tongue.
"Eat me!" Sheila rasped as she pushed her hips against Marcia's sucking and licking mouth. "Oh sweet Jesus, suck my cunt!"
Marcia thrust her tongue into the canal of Sheila's pussy, savoring the free-flowing cunt juices. She sucked and swallowed Sheila's frothy liquids, sweet as honey as she thrust her tongue into this tight little twat. Sheila contracted her pussy muscles around Marcia's slick, hot tongue as it darted in and out, slithering over and around the almost exploding clit.
Sheila placed her hands behind Marcia's head and forced her face deeper into her hot box. She ground her hips around, back and forward, to meet the tongue, fucking her cunt like it had never before been fucked. She felt sharp pangs of orgasm as Marcia sucked and licked harder and faster. like a bolt of lightning, a wave of searing, agonized pleasure spread throughout her entire body. She buckled with delicious spasms as she soared to heights of pleasure she hadn't known possible.
"Oh, Marcia, suck it!" she screamed as orgasm after orgasm pumped her cunt into Marcia's sucking mouth.
After her trembling body relaxed, Sheila moaned with pleasure, while Marcia continued to suck and lick her hot, sweet pussy. Marcia's movements had become more gentle now, tenderly licking and sucking the exhausted pussy. Giving Sheila's delicious cunt one last, long kiss, she stood up and held Sheila in her arms.
"Oh, baby," she whispered, "your cunt is like honey." She held Sheila for a long time, letting her hands run up and down Sheila's sides, rubbing and tickling the soft flesh. "Better get you to bed, darling," she said at last, "you must be pretty tired.-
Sheila could barely focus as she was led out of the shower. She was exhausted, both in body and mind, but glowing in the aftermath of a fantastic suck job. Marcia toweled her down and, holding her around the waist, walked her into the bedroom. Sheila felt the cool sheets against her skin, the soft texture of the pillow, and the lovely touch of Marcia, who lay beside her, stroking and rubbing her tits. Then she slept.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sheila bolted upright when she felt the hand on her arm. Confusion and terror filled her mind as she shot furtive glances at the unfamiliar surroundings of the room.
"Oh, it's you," she said with relief when she saw Marcia's smiling face. "For a minute, I thought-" Marcia interrupted her with a comforting hand to her lips. "There's nothing to be alarmed about," she said, lightly kissing Sheila on the cheek.
"What time is it?" Sheila asked, yawning.
"It's almost one," Marcia said. After a brief pause, she added, "I wanted to wake you before the bank closes."
"The bank?" asked Sheila, not understanding.
"Well, you said you wanted to get away, and you can't do it without money, can you?"
"How stupid of me," Sheila said. Then a note of fear entered her voice. "But what if Charlie...."
"Don't you worry about Charlie," Marcia said. "He called a little while ago and I said I would take you home tonight."
"What?! " Sheila screeched out, "How could you-"
"I told him that, and he reluctantly agreed when I threatened him with the police. After all, it's still rape even if your husband does it. Anyway, I told him that to get time on our side. Get dressed, go down to the bank, draw out your money, and by tonight you can be a million miles from here."
"Marcia, you don't know how much I appreciate your help," Sheila said, getting out of bed.
Marcia hungrily looked at her naked friend, her mind savoring the memory of that delicious, hot cunt She fondly recalled the taste of those tiny pink nipples in her mouth, and that dewy, warm ass she had enjoyed only a few hours before. Her own body ached to pull the girl back down on the bed and never let her leave.
"You know, you can always stay here," she said, "the offer still stands, and probably always will."
"I appreciate that, Marcia," Sheila said, slipping into jeans and a blouse. She went over to her friend and hugged her tenderly. "I'd love to stay, especially after last night, but if I don't leave today, I doubt if I ever will."
She gathered her things together, her chatter continuing vibrantly. "Do you realize I've never been two hundred miles from where I was born?" Her decision to leave intoxicated her with a new feeling of vitality. "I'm going to live, Marcia!"
"If you ever change your mind, Sheila, you know you have a place to stay."
Sheila noted the sadness in Marcia's voice, and felt a pang of sadness herself. "You sound like I'm leaving forever. I'm not. I'll be back again, and when I do return, believe me, I'll be pounding on your door again." She pulled Marcia to her feet, and kissed her on the mouth. "I have you to thank, Marcia, and I'll never forget it."
Forcing back the tears, Marcia whispered, "Well, you've made your decision, I guess. I wish I could change your mind somehow, but down deep I know you are doing the right thing."
"If not the right thing," Sheila said, "at least my own thing."
"And what do you plan on doing, exactly? Besides leaving?"
"I'm going to be a famous singer," Sheila said simply.
"What?" Marcia said, laughing. "A singer."
Marcia looked at her young friend with affection, and happiness. "You know," she said, "you just might do it at that."
"Well, I hate long goodbyes," Sheila said, cutting short her longing to stay a few more minutes. "I'd better hit the road."
"Where to?" asked Marcia, following Sheila to the front door. "So when Charlie calls, I can tell him the opposite direction," she added.
'Tell him I've gone to Alaska, then tell him to go to hell!" Sheila said, grinning.
"Will do, chief," Marcia said, saluting with two fingers.
"Actually, I think I'll hit Memphis first, and if that isn't too promising, go to Nashville."
"You're serious," Marcia uttered with awe. "You're really serious!"
"Damned right I am. Read about me in the papers," Sheila said. She opened the front door, then turned to Marcia, whose expression was one of mixed confusion, affection and pathos. "Thanks again, Marcia. I'll keep in touch." She kissed Marcia, who stood dumbly, her hands at her sides.
Sheila bounced down the steps and got into her car. As she pulled out of the parking space, she took one last look at her friend and waved.
* * *
The bank teller counted out the money on the counter, his mind more on the luscious figure of the blond girl than on the bills. When he had finally completed the transaction, he asked, "You going on a trip?"
Sheila smiled and said pertly, "Sure am. As far as six hundred dollars and twenty-three cents will take me." She gathered the money into her purse and almost danced out of the bank, her heart singing.
She drove east on Interstate 30, and with each mile she put between the past and future, her body relaxed more.
Something in the back of her mind kept bringing Marcia's face into view. What they had done earlier in the morning had seemed so natural then, but now the physical sensations seemed to lack something, but she didn't know what. Sure, she had enjoyed it, those delicious feelings as Marcia had sucked and licked her pussy, but she had wanted more.
She dropped her right hand to her lap and rubbed her cunt, getting aroused as her fingers playfully toyed with the zipper. If only she could have had Brad and Marcia in bed, she thought, then it would have been perfect! She placed her hand back on the wheel and said to herself, I'd better stop this right now, or I'll pick up the first guy I see and fuck his teeth out!
As if fate had read her mind and obliged, she noticed the figure of a young man standing on the side of the road about a quarter of a mile ahead.
Teasing herself, she slowed the car down a little, to see what he looked like. As she passed him, she saw a good-looking face, a shock of dark-brown hair, and what looked like a terrific body. He had a guitar case strapped to his back, and a small canvas suitcase by his feet. Part of her desperately wanted to stop and invite him in, but the better part of her warned against picking up hitchhikers. Especially, she thought, carrying this amount of cash.
A feeling of depression hit her as she saw the young man look pleadingly at her, his thumb held high. She glanced in the rear-view mirror, watching the figure slowly recede into a tiny blur. Dammit, she thought, why didn't I stop? But then she knew if she had it to do over, she would have done exactly the same thing. She drove on, fantasizing about this young man, giving him a name, a certain tone of voice, an easy laugh. She tried to picture his hard cock as he slammed it in and out of her tight pussy. His meaty arms crushing her in a demanding embrace.
About five minutes later she noticed a roadside restaurant, advertising home cooking. Hell, if I can't fuck, I might as well eat, she mused. She pulled into an empty space and got out. She locked the car and walked in, noticing that all the tables were full. She sat down at the counter and picked up a menu. A few moments later, she was devouring a crisp salad, and fried chicken with delicious brown gravy. Sipping her third cup of coffee, she felt immensely better, the thoughts of the young man fading away.
Just as she was about to get up and pay her check, a voice startled her. "Food any good?" he said. The voice had a deep resonant quality. A voice she had heard before!
Without thinking, she blurted out, "That's how I knew you would talk!"
"Come again?" the young man said, a puzzled grin on his tanned face. He sat down next to Sheila, his eyes laughing, his smile revealing white, even teeth.
Sheila felt her skin grow hot with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she muttered, "I thought I recognized you from someplace."
"Guess you did," he said, still smiling, a playful glint in his dark-blue eyes. "You were going hell for leather when you passed me up, back down the road," he chuckled. "You slowed down, and I thought I had a ride, but...." he said, holding up his hand in a futile gesture.
"I'm sorry," Sheila spluttered, "it's just that...."
"I know what you mean," the young man said, finishing her sentence. "It's not smart to pick up hitchhikers." He looked at her flushed face, and then let his gaze take in her sensuous neck and taut breasts. "Especially for someone who looks like you," he added with genuine appreciation.
Sheila didn't know what to say as her body tingled with excitement and pleasure. Finally she gained control of her voice, and asked, "Where are you headed?"
"Nashville," he answered quietly.
His answer took Sheila by surprise, causing her to overturn her coffee cup. "Damn, I don't know what's gotten into me," she said, flushing once more. "I seem to be so clumsy today."
"Here, let me do that," he said, wiping up the spilled coffee with several napkins. "Where you headed?"
"Well, Tm going to, that is, I'm...Nashville," she muttered.
"Oh," the man said, "relatives there?"
"No," Sheila answered, "it will be sort of a vacation, I guess."
'That's nice," the man said, looking at the menu.
Sheila looked at his strong hands as he ran his finger down the menu. Toying with the idea of feeling his hands cupping and squeezing her tits, she said without thinking, "As long as we're going to the same place, I suppose you could...." Her voice trailed off as he turned to look her in the eyes. She felt her throat constrict with pleasure as his easy grin returned. Her mind raced with a perplexing thought: Here I was, bragging about my freedom just a couple of hours ago, and now this man I don't even know could do anything with me he wanted! Some freedom, she mused.
As if reading her thoughts, he said, "Any time you're not pleased with my company, just say the word, and I'll get out. No problem."
She watched him eat, his easy movements, and felt a growing warmth in her cunt. Trying desperately not to look at his bulging crotch, her body became rubbery thinking about fucking this total stranger, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking out his creamy cum. With the greatest effort, she managed to drink a fourth cup of coffee without spilling any. The trip to Nashville began to take on a completely new angle, she thought. Her only worry was how she could keep from grabbing his cock right in the restaurant and ramming it into her juicy cunt!
Her mind reeled with visions of cocksucking and fucking as they walked out of the restaurant and got into her car.
"Are you in any hurry to get to Nashville?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Not especially," he answered. "Why?"
As they pulled into the first motel she saw, he guessed the reason why.
CHAPTER SIX
"You're not going to believe this," Sheila said to the young man, "but this is the first time I've ever done this kind of thing before." She laughed nervously, giving the young man the key to the motel room. "I don't even know your name."
The young man took the key and inserted it in the lock, opening the door. "My name's Steve. Steve Knight," he said, allowing her to enter the room first. He watched as her ass wiggled back and forth when she walked into the room. Although his manner didn't betray his emotions, he too was as nervous as Sheila. "What's your name?" he asked, looking at her long shapely legs, the firm young tits, the beautiful face.
"Huh? Oh, Sheila Kempner," she answered, still nervous. She sat on the edge of the bed, and for the first time since she met this handsome man, she realized the insanity of the situation. You just don't pick up perfect strangers, go to a motel and go to bed with them! What am I doing? she asked herself. This is crazy!
She looked into Steve's face, unable to read his thoughts. His arms were folded and his smile seemed to mock her thoughts. She swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving his penetrating gaze. She felt a sudden fear, a stabbing terror that made her flinch. Her mounting impulse was to scream and run! The silence grew as the man continued to look at her, obviously enjoying this cat-and-mouse game.
When Sheila felt she could no longer maintain control of her actions, Steve unfolded his arms and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Take it easy, baby," he said. "Since this is the first time you've done this kind of thing, let's make it the best time. Just relax."
Sheila sat stunned and fascinated, watching him strip before her. His deliberate manner in undressing filled her with jolts of pleasure. She felt her clit begin to throb in excitement, her cunt juices beginning to flow freely. Her mouth felt like cotton as she watched him kick off his boots, and then lower his jeans. As though she had lost all muscle control, and her hands had minds of their own, she saw them reach out to his cock, restrained by his shorts. Steve took a couple of steps closer to Sheila, his body only inches from her hands.
"You want my cock, baby?" he whispered.
"Yes! I want it!" Sheila whimpered, "Let me have your cock, please!"
After a few seconds of brutal agony, Sheila felt the material of his shorts gently touch her fingertips. His massive dick pulsated deliciously as she wrapped her fingers around it, gently squeezing its rock-like firmness. Steve moved forward until his crotch was in her face. She could smell the sweaty, male scent as he nuzzled his cock against her face. He slowly and gently ground his dick into her face as she opened her mouth, licking the cotton material sheathing his balls. She sucked and licked the length of his shaft, as her fingers played with the tufts of hair surrounding his shorts. Never before had she thought licking and sucking a cock could be so wonderful!
Sheila ran her tongue inside the opening of his shorts, tasting the acrid, yet delicious flavor of a few drops of dried piss. She sucked the cloth, letting her spit soak up the remnants of this taste sensation, and then swallowed slowly, savoring every drop. She squirmed around on the bed, her hot cunt seeming to boil over. Without actually even seeing Steve's cock, she felt she was about to have an orgasm! Spasms of pleasure shot up her spine as she ticked and sucked, completely wetting the front of his shorts. She ran her fingers between his legs and felt his firm ass muscles flinch as he jutted his hips forward.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, "I want to suck you!"
Steve placed his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts and lazily began to lower them. Sheila placed her nose against the lush growth of his pubic hair, delighting in the smell of his muscular abdomen. As Steve continued to lower his shorts with expert dexterity, she saw the shaft of his cock, round and firm, larger than anything she ever imagined! Unable to control herself any longer, she grabbed Steve's shorts and pulled them down with force, freeing his bobbing cock. She placed both hands around the unbelievable dick and rammed it into her mouth.
As the head of his cock slipped over the roof of her mouth, she felt tingling juices ooze out of her cunt. She rubbed her knees together to stimulate her clit, ready to explode with violent convulsions. ' She placed her hands between Steve's legs, kneading and squeezing his hairy ass, as she lowered her head further down the iron-hard shaft of his cock. She sucked and licked his dick with her tongue, running her mouth up and down the entire length, feeling the head of his cock touch the back of her throat.
Her own body was about to explode in orgasm when she pulled Steve down on the bed, his knees in her armpits. She locked her lips around the base of his cock, his huge, hairy balls nuzzling her chin as searing stabs of pleasure rocked her body. She climaxed several times, her hips wildly gyrating as she greedily sucked Steve's cock, her tongue swirling and darting around the muscular shaft.
It took several minutes before her cunt muscles relaxed from the throbbing orgasms. She pulled Steve's cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue down the underside, to his balls. She licked and sucked on his swollen balls, her lips smacking and kissing them audibly.
"Oh Steve," she moaned, "I want to suck your cum!" She ran her tongue under his balls, licking and wetting the dark hair near his asshole with her hot spit. "Shoot off in my mouth, Steve. I want all your cum!" she whispered.
She trailed her tongue over his balls, and by the underside of his cum-swollen cock. She pulled back the foreskin around the monstrous head of his dick, and licked and sucked hungrily. She guided the throbbing head into her mouth and slid his cock into her mouth slowly, enjoying the feel of the round, hard flesh rubbing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She pulled her head back, letting his cock almost escape from her mouth, and then let it disappear once again into her yearning throat.
"Oh, baby, that feels great!" Steve uttered as his muscles tensed, the pleasure of Sheila's suck job giving him hot feelings of pleasure. "Suck it, baby," he moaned. "Suck it good!"
He watched his cock move in and out of Sheila's hungry mouth, and felt her tongue flick against the underside of his shaft while she massaged and rubbed his cum-filled balls. He pumped his hips back and forth into Sheila's face, grinding his pelvis into her nose and mouth as his boiling cock grew harder, slamming into her throat.
"I'm about to cum!" he shouted, slamming his entire meat into her mouth. "Oh, baby, suck my cum!"
He felt the first wads of cum shooting from his cock into Sheila's warm mouth, and his body buckled in spasms of agonized pleasure. Spurt after spurt of creamy jism shot into the back of Sheila's mouth, sliding down her throat.
Sheila sucked and pursed her lips around Steve's cock, lapping up the hot, delicious cum. The slippery juice filled her mouth and oozed out the corners of her lips. She gulped again and again as the frothy cum filled her mouth, lubricating the exploding cock, and trickled down her throat. She sucked long and hard, capturing every drop, until Steve's actions began to slow to a steady pumping motion.
She felt his cock grow a little softer, but still filling her mouth entirely. As his cock became more limp, she grasped the base, squeezed gently, and ran her hand up the shaft, bringing out a last wad of cum. She sucked it eagerly, running her tongue around the head of his cock, not missing a single drop. She swallowed the creamy juice with obvious pleasure, savoring the feel of the sticky liquid as it oozed down her throat.
"Jesus Christ," he said. "You're the best cocksucker I've ever come across!"
Sheila smiled, her lips glistening with spit and cum. "When you've got a cock like that, it's easy," she said, placing his cock into her mouth once again.
His limp dick bent slightly as she wallowed it around in her mouth. She sucked and licked gently, letting the tip of her tongue run up and down his cock, around the head, and then nibbled slightly on his foreskin.
"Ummmm," she moaned, pulling his dick out of her mouth, "I love your cock!" As she licked and swirled her tongue around the base and then upward to the head, she felt his cock begin to harden slightly. "Wow," she moaned, "again so soon?"
Steve pulled away from Sheila, gently pushing her back on the bed. "This time, it's your turn," he said.
He lay down beside Sheila and, resting on one elbow, playfully fingered the buttons of her blouse. He touched the hollow of her neck, his huge hands unusually tender and gentle. He ran his index finger down and under her blouse, feeling the soft, warm tits, aching to be caressed and sucked. Sheila arched her back as he gently pinched each of her nipples. After he had removed her blouse, he knelt between her legs and expertly opened the front of her jeans, his hands rubbing and tickling her flat stomach.
Sheila raised her hips as Steve pulled her jeans down below her knees. Steve's eyes glazed over in anticipation when he saw her lush, warm cunt glistening wet with juices. He pushed her jeans onto the floor with his right foot, and in the same motion, lowered his head to her hot pussy. He held her tits with both hands, kneading and squeezing as he trailed his tongue over the soft, blond hair of her cunt, honey warm and wet.
He lightly flicked his tongue around the opening of her cunt, tasting the delicious pussy juice as Sheila moaned with pleasure. He nibbled with his lips, letting his tongue slide back and forth, catching her pussy hair in his teeth. Sheila raised and lowered her hips to capture his exploring tongue in her cunt, but Steve relentlessly teased her with small swirling motions with just the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue, wet with spit and pussy juice, up to her stomach, then to her tits. He licked and swirled his lips around her hard nipples, causing her to gasp with ecstasy. He clamped his mouth on one and then the other, sucking and biting, pulling the entire mound into his hot mouth.
Sheila threw her legs around Steve's neck, pushing his head down with pressure on his back. "Oh, fuck me, Steve!" she gasped. "I can't stand it any longer, fuck me!"
Heedless of her begging, Steve continued to suck and lick her firm, ripe tits, ignoring her humping cunt against his cockhead. Sheila felt an eternity of painful longing as her cunt demanded to be filled with his hard cock.
"Please, Steve," she begged, "fuck me. Now!"
She felt the pressure of his six-foot frame against her frail shoulders as he teased her dripping cunt with the throbbing head of his dick. But each time she thrust upward to swallow that cock into her tight pussy, he pulled back.
When Steve finally guided his tongue down to her stomach, Sheila thought her body would burst with tortured pain. He held her firmly, taking his time, employing the scene he was creating. Sheila thrashed about in his vise-like embrace, moaning and begging to be fucked. When Steve lowered his head to her cunt, he slipped his hands down to her tiny waist. Sheila lurched forward, placed her hands behind Steve's neck and pressed his head into her frothy, hot cunt.
"Oh, suck it, Steve, anything! Fuck me!" she screamed, her voice begging and pleading.
Steve kissed the opening of her bubbling pussy, and pushed back the lips of her cunt with his thumbs. He licked and sucked her clit, running the full length of his tongue around and over it. He sucked the rubbery mass into his mouth, pursed his
lips and nibbled it with his mouth, causing Sheila to groan and cry out with hollow, rasping sounds.
"Ocooohhhh Jesus," she wailed, her breathing sharp and shallow, "fuck me!"
Steve rammed' his tongue into her tight pussy, licking and sucking on her begging cunt. Sheila clamped her pussy muscles around his hot tongue, trying to keep it inside her while she pumped and ground her pelvis into Steve's face. Steve slowly withdrew his tongue and then slipped it in again. Back and forth he fucked her with his tongue, lapping up her juices, sucking and licking.
Sheila bit her lips, stifling a scream as she climaxed. She pulled Steve's head against her boiling cunt, tearing at his hair while her body shook with wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure. With each spasm of her agonized body, Steve thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into her slit, causing each climax to jolt Sheila harder and longer. Sheila thought she would faint as her body went out of control, slamming into Steve's face, her fingernails ripping at the skin on the back of his neck. When she thought she could stand no more, Steve quietly raised his body, his face on hers. He locked onto her pain-twisted mouth with his as he rammed his cock into her climaxing cunt.
"My God-oooohhhh," Sheila moaned into Steve's mouth as she felt nine inches of hard meat become buried to the hilt in her tight pussy.
Steve's balls banged against her asshole as he pumped his pelvis forward, gobs of hot cum spurting into her cunt. Flood after flood of creamy juice filled her pussy hole as the head of his cock burst with molten jism. Sheila felt a delicious burning sensation as his cum filled her insides. She gasped with pain and pleasure as his swollen cock stretched and tore at her tight cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down harder, to slam more of his cock into her burning and grinding pussy. New pangs of pleasure hit her as Steve moaned with his own orgasm, and she pumped like a machine, reaching climax after climax.
They both lay spent, their breathing shallow and rasping. Sheila gently ground her hips against Steve's cock, sucking out the last drops of cum with her cunt muscles.
"My God," she whispered, her voice strained and uneven, "I've never been fucked until today!"
"And I don't think I've ever fucked until today," Steve answered. "You've got the best cunt imaginable!"
Sheila stroked Steve's back, letting her fingers travel the distance from his broad shoulders to the hairy crack of his ass and back again. After a few moments she asked with a grin, "Are you in any hurry to get to Nashville?"
"Not especially," he answered, kissing her on the mouth. "Why do you ask?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
After hours of fucking, Sheila lay with her head on Steve's chest, listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing. Her eyes were closed, her own breathing coming soft and even. With her right hand, she idly stroked and toyed with the soft hair on Steve's stomach. She was almost afraid to lower her hand to his crotch, for she knew in doing so, his cock would more than-likely grow hard again, and she didnt know if her tender, bruised pussy could take on this stallion again so soon. Every muscle in her body ached with delicious throbbing as she recalled those crazed moments when she thought her sanity would leave her, as he pounded away, his huge, muscular frame crushing his cock into her like a pneumatic drill.
"Steve?" she asked dreamily. "You asleep?"
"No," he answered, his mind savoring Sheila's seductive, low voice, the feel of her warm fingers on his stomach, "Why?"
"Just wondered what you were thinking."
Steve chuckled. "I was thinking how I'd like to plow into your cunt again, but I don't have the energy to get up, much less get it up."
Sheila smiled, then licked Steve's chest with the tip of her tongue, rolling the taste of his salty body around on her lips. "You were great," she said, "the best."
Steve answered with a low moan, feeling her hot tongue swirling his chest hairs in ringlets.
"What do you do in Nashville?" Sheila asked.
"I'm known as a stable musician in the trade."
"Stable musician?" Sheila asked, amused. The thoughts of farm animals in a barn, singing and dancing, made her laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Stable musician," she said, "you play in a stable?"
Steve laughed himself. "No, stupid," he said with affection, "I back singers. Play lead guitar, acoustic mostly. Big-name performers use the studio where I work, and I'm one of the regulars. Things were a little slow, so I went to California for a few weeks to pick up some extra money. Then I met you." He rubbed her shoulder, letting his hand trail lower, cupping her breast. "Ummmm," he moaned, "then I met you."
"Wow, that's great," Sheila said, opening her eyes wide. "Think you could get me a job singing?"
"I doubt it," he said. "I had to go all the way to California to sing. Nashville is full of singers, all would-be stars. They're coming in by the truckload, every day. Almost all of them go away after a few weeks, pretty disappointed and miserable."
"You didn't," she said, refusing to confront reality.
"That's true, I didn't," he said. "I've been there for almost three years, but I'm as close to becoming a star now as the day I moved there with Dave."
"Who is Dave?"
"My roommate. He plays drums. We grew up together."
"Do you work for the same company?"
Steve pulled her face up to his. "Boy, you sure are nosy. Why all the questions?"
Sheila felt embarrassed to admit that she, too, was one of the thousands pouring into Nashville, with dreams of fame. "Well, I do sing," she said, averting her eyes from his.
Steve exhaled audibly. "Who doesn't? To make it in the music business, as I've been told myself a million times, takes talent, stage presence, money and a whole shit load of luck; plus busting your ass twenty hours a day, begging anyone to listen." His voice took on a tone of bitterness and his face grew hard. "You've got to eat a foot of shit just to kiss someone's ass. It's a dirty, mean business, Sheila. You'd better go back home, if you know what's good for you."
"No, I won't," Sheila said with determination, the same determination thousands of others had spoken with.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Believe me, I have no other choice. I cant go back home. Or rather won't."
"Why is that?" Steve asked, his expression puzzled.
"It's a long story," Sheila whispered, her memory scarred and still bitter.
"Tell me," Steve asked with genuine interest. "I'd really like to know."
Sheila explained the reasons for her quick exit with a toneless monotony. How she had almost been forced to marry Charlie, just to get away from an overbearing father. And then it was jumping from the pan into the fire. She told of Charlie's unbelievable cruelty, his unleashed anger when he was drunk, which was most of the time. How she had found a few stolen moments with a tender young man, and even those were turned into a nightmare she would never forget.
Steve listened carefully. He looked at this beautiful girl, so trusting and alone, and his heart went out to her. He felt suddenly protective and loving, to this woman he had known only for a few hours.
"Well, lightning may strike and you'll make it," he said encouragingly, not really believing his words. "Who knows?" he said, raising his hand in the direction of the ceiling. "Maybe someday I'll watch you on television, bringing down the house."
Suddenly Sheila seemed to realize the task she was facing. She wondered if she had the courage, or even the talent. And money. Steve was right on that score, it wouldn't take too many days before she was stone cold broke. What then? she asked herself.
"What's the matter?" Steve asked. "You go to sleep?"
"No, just thinking. Guess I'll have to get a job first thing and a place to stay. You know, I was so full of wild dreams, I completely forgot the unimportant things, like eating and a roof over my head."
"If it's alright with Dave, you can move in with us for a while. We could use a woman around the house."
"I'll just bet you could," she said, smiling.
"Who knows, maybe we could get you a job at the record company. Don't get your hopes up or anything, but something might come up, you never know."
"That would be great!" Sheila exclaimed, her hopes mounting. "I'll cook for you and clean, until
I get a job," she said, then added lewdly, "and suck your cock twenty times a day!"
"How about ten times a day for me and ten times for Dave?" Steve said laughingly. "Roommates always share everything."
"That depends on Dave," Sheila said coyly. "But wouldn't you mind?"
"Not if you don't," Steve said honestly. "And I know Dave wouldn't."
"What's he like?" Sheila asked.
"Oh, your average Joe. He'd fuck a pile of wood if he thought there might be a snake in it."
Sheila laughed. "Something tells me even if I don't make a career out of singing, I'll enjoy Nashville just the same!"
Steve pulled her on top of himself, cupping her ass-cheeks with his strong hands. "Hey, little lady," he whispered into her mouth, "my cock is just itching to be sucked, think you can manage it?" He licked her lips, wetting her mouth with his tongue, while Sheila opened hers to accommodate his sucking and grasping mouth.
"You bet," she moaned, "as long as you can get it up, you can count on me to get you off."
She pulled his tongue into her mouth, sucking and licking up his spit, enjoying the taste of his warm juices. She felt her own body tingle with excitement as the idea of sucking out his cum filled her tight pussy with twitches of delicious pain. Already she could feel his cock begin to harden and push into her belly. She gyrated her hips, rolling his dick around on her smooth, warm flesh, feeling his foreskin pull up and down against her navel.
As though she had slept for a week, her body was ready to take on this stud, and suck his guts out. She pushed his arms back over his head, where he placed his hands behind his neck. She pushed her pink tongue into his mouth, running it along his teeth and gums, sucking up his mouth. Steve opened his mouth wide, his eyes closed, feeling Sheila's tongue play with his own, in a cocksucking manner. She pursed her lips around the base of his tongue and sucked upward to the tip, and then back again, drinking in his spit.
Steve's body flinched with mounting pleasure as Sheila intensified her pumping, sucking motion on his tongue. "Oh baby," he moaned, "suck me!"
With a slow, gentle movement, Sheila pulled her head back, her mouth slipping away from Steve's tongue, and then began to lick his lips.
"You want me to suck your cock?" she playfully asked as she knelt between his legs, her hands on his waist.
"Yeah," Steve said, "suck it, you little cocksucker!"
Sheila lowered her mouth to Steve's hairy belly, and licked the flexed muscles, her tongue running up and down its hardness. Then with one quick movement, she grabbed his leg, behind the knee, and ran her lips along the inside of his thigh, her tongue leaving a slick, wet trail of glistening spit.
He moaned pitifully. "Ooohhh, Jesus, I can't wait, suck me!"
Sheila clamped one hand around his cock and grabbed his foot with the other. His cock was heavy and bursting as she gently squeezed the foreskin back and forth. She lowered her head to his foot, and placed his toes into her mouth. Pushing her tongue back and forth, she lathered up her mouth with spit, and ran the liquid between his toes, while she nibbled and bit with her lips. She pulled his toes in and out of her mouth, running her tongue over the arch of his foot and then back to his toes. She sucked unmercifully as she slowly but forcefully squeezed his dick with her other hand.
Finally she lowered her face to his crotch, her lips just inches from his almost exploding cock. Steve grabbed her face in his huge hands, and pushed her mouth against his cockhead, his legs embracing her neck. He squeezed his knees together as he pushed her face around and around his dick in a grinding manner.
Sheila pushed against his stomach, and buried her face into his hot, hairy crotch. Her tongue, wet and searching, licked and sucked the shaft of his ramrod dick as it pulsated against her cheeks. She placed her mouth on the underside of the hairy base of his cock and locked her lips on the sweet, hard mass of cum-filled iron. She swirled her tongue around the cum tube and gently nibbled it with her moist lips. She felt his huge bloated balls, hairy and bursting with jism, rub against her neck as Steve dry-humped her face. She flicked her tongue lower to suck and caress them with her mouth. She placed his balls in her mouth and hummed softly, rolling them around inside her jaws. She sucked and licked them, her hot breath blowing against Steve's throbbing cock, which was bouncing up and down against his stomach.
"My god, I can't take it!" he screamed. "You're going to kill me if you don't suck me now! Suck my cock, you fucking cocksucker, suck me off!"
Heedless of Steve's pleas, Sheila licked and stroked his balls, sucking on the huge orbs, blowing and licking them with her hot, moist lips. She ran her tongue down under his balls, sucking the area between them and his asshole. This caused Steve to thrust his hips upward, revealing his hairy, dark shitter.
"Suck me! Fuck me! Do anything to me, baby!" he wailed. "Oh, Jesus, suck me, you cocksucking little whore! Suck me!"
Sheila ran her tongue up and down the area of his crotch and asshole. She placed her hands under Steve's ass, kneading and squeezing the hard muscles, and gently spread his legs. She kissed and licked the opening of his shitter, her lips and tongue wetting the rim of the throbbing hole, while she scratched his ass cheeks with her fingernails.
"Suck my ass! Suck out my shit, oh baby, suck it good!" Steve yelled. "Oh, sweet Jesus, suck it, you ass-licking cocksucker!"
Sheila placed the tip of her tongue inside his asshole, and felt Steve's ass walls constrict with pleasure. Deeper and deeper she forced her tongue against the muscles. Thrusting her entire tongue into his stutter, she pursed her lips around the rim of his ass and sucked hard. She forced spit into the good-tasting meat, and then sucked it back out and into her throat. In and out she rammed her tongue, in a fucking motion, slicking up his ass, while she sucked and washed the insides.
"I can't take it any longer!" Steve screamed, pulling Sheila's face back up to his iron cock. He held her with one hand behind her head and with the other guided his cock into her mouth. "Suck it! Suck it now, before I explode! Suck my cock, you cocksucker!"
Sheila almost gagged as she felt Steve's monstrous cock slam into the back of her throat. As he pushed the back of her head with both of his hands, she felt his huge balls slap against her chin and neck. She pursed her lips around the base of his hairy dick, and pulled her face up.
"Suck my cum!" Steve grunted, his hands pushing harder against Sheila's head, his legs tightening around her neck.
She felt Steve's cock tighten to the limit as it grew boiling hot with cum. She pressed her lips down around the throbbing base as far as possible, her nose ground into his hairy crotch as the first fiery wads of cum spurted into the back of her throat. She gasped for air as Steve molded her face into his pumping crotch. He rolled over on his side, pulling her with him as he blasted globs of cum into Sheila's mouth.
The hot, sticky shots of jism filled Sheila's eager mouth as she sucked and swallowed the delicious, creamy wads, letting them slide down her throat like hot milk. Her mouth filled to overflowing as some of the white juice dribbled down the corners of her lips, smearing Steve's balls with sticky cum.
Moments later, Sheila felt Steve relax the grip he had on her head. Hie last wads of cum slipped down her throat as his cock began to grow limp. Yet she kept her mouth firmly locked on his dick, not to let a precious, creamy drop escape her demanding throat. She sucked his cock with a gentle massaging motion, rolling her tongue up the shaft, tasting the few remaining drops as they dribbled out of his cockhead and into her mouth. She then pulled her head back slowly, keeping her lips clamped around his cock as she raised her mouth around his wilting dick.
One last wad of honey-tasting cum was pulled out with her steady pressure. She rolled the sticky cream around in her mouth, against her teeth and the roof of her mouth, savoring the delicious taste, and then with regret, let it slowly slide down her throat. She sucked harder, with more force, wanting more and more, until she had sucked him dry.
"Oh, Sheila, that was the best suck job I've ever had!" Steve groaned, his body totally relaxed. "You're the best cocksucker in the world!"
Sheila groaned very loudly as she pulled his limp cock out of her mouth. She licked the cum off of his balls, sucking in every last drop. She ran her lips around his balls, and stomach, rubbing the slick spit and jism between her lips, then placing it on the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes with pleasure as she sucked the juices between her teeth, and lapped them down into her throat.
"At this rate, we may never get to Nashville," Steve said, his breathing somewhat more relaxed.
"At this rate," Sheila said, sucking down the last drop of Steve's cum, "who cares?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
As they pulled into view of Nashville's skyline, nestled in the rolling green lulls, Sheila's heart skipped a beat. like most any town, Nashville was beautiful from a distance, and Sheila's eager gaze took in every sight. And like most towns, upon closer scrutiny, this one got dirtier and uglier the closer one got. But to Sheila it was a fairyland.
She squeezed her arms, her spirits high with the excitement of touching a dream come true.
Her squeals of delight amused Steve, who viewed this city much as the horse did who vainly tried to capture the dangling carrot. Hell, he didn't even know if she could sing! All he was concerned with were the much more sensual uses of her mouth. But if she can sing half as good as she can suck, he thought, shell have the city on its knees before dark!
Steve pointed out several of the tourist sites as Sheila gaped in wide-eyed wonder and amazement. She was like a little girl in a candy store.
"Where do you live?" Sheila asked with an eager voice.
"Not far from here," he said. "Just hold your horses. Well be there soon enough."
Sheila placed her head on his shoulder, her enthusiasm bubbling inside her. "Oh, Steve," she said, biting his ear, "I'm going to be so happy here, and the first reason is because of you!"
"We try to please," Steve said, turning a corner.
"Which one is it?" Sheila asked, pointing to almost every house on the narrow street. "That one? Is it this one?"
"Actually, I live in an apartment, not a house. And just be still, it isn't too far. There it is, on the right," he said, pointing.
"I love it!" Sheila exclaimed.
"My God, it's just an apartment house," Steve said.
"But it's where m spend my first night here!" she said.
Steve laughed, caught up in Sheila's exuberance.
He parked the car and they got out. Sheila hugged Steve around the waist as he led her up the walk and to the front door of his apartment.
"Well," he said, "here's home." He opened the door and let her enter.
"Beautiful! Just beautiful!" she said, looking around at the heavily masculine decor.
A voice rang out from the kitchen. "She talking about me?"
Steve laughed, closing the door. "Hell no, asshole. Come on out a second, I got someone I want you to meet."
"This is Sheila," Steve said. "She sort of picked me up."
Sheila went over to Dave and hugged him.
"Say," he said, gathering her in an embrace, "where have I been all your life?"
"If it's OK with you, I thought she could spend some time here with us," Steve said, sitting down.
"Fine by me," Dave said, looking more closely at Sheila's delicately carved features, her soft skin, those upturned tits, perfect round ass. "Yessir, fine by me!"
When they had settled down and were sipping drinks, Dave asked, "How was California?"
"Nothing compared to East Texas," Steve said, smiling at Sheila.
"Huh?" said Dave.
'That's where I met Sheila."
"Oh."
"But California was nice. Worked my ass off. Anything happening here?" Steve asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, yes," Dave said. "We got two contracts last week, and they were beginning to get worried you wouldn't come back. Might be a good idea if you called Tom. I told him you would as soon as you got back."
"Sure thing."
Steve went over to the telephone and dialed. After a few seconds, he was chatting with his music coordinator in the technical language of the recording industry. Sheila watched him as he talked, very impressed with his casual but business like manner.
"Sure I can," Steve was saying, "will do. See you in about an hour." He was about to hang up when he said quickly, "Hey Tom, can I speak to Linda?" A few seconds later he said, "Fine, sweetheart, you?" There was more banter and then Steve said, "I have a friend who's looking for a job. Think you can help her?"
Steve looked over at Sheila and said, his hand over the mouthpiece, "Can you type or anything?"
"A little," she answered, "but it's been a couple of years since...."
Steve cut her short by speaking back into the phone. "Types like a dream. Yeah, well, thanks a lot, m do you a favor," he said, his voice dripping with sex. "How about sometime real soon?" He laughed at her answer, and then said goodbye.
"Tomorrow morning at ten," Steve said. "They're gonna need a file clerk part time. That OK?"
"Where you work?" Sheila asked. "You mean at the studio?"
"That's right, baby," Steve answered, walking over to her. "It's not exactly cutting a million-dollar album, but it could be a start. At least you'll be surrounded by the business, if not exactly in it."
"Oh, thank you, Steve, you're wonderful!"
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her softly on the mouth. "I'm sorry, but I have to run. Tom-he's my boss-needs to go over some voice-overs. I should be back in a few hours. Just make yourself at home. David will show you where everything is."
"You can count on that," Dave said, his grin more impish than ever.
"Can I use your car?" Steve asked Sheila.
"What's mine is yours," Sheila answered, kissing Steve passionately on the mouth. "Just hurry back."
After Steve had left, Sheila sat on the couch by Dave, her right leg resting under her. "You know," she said, "somehow this ail just doesn't seem real."
Dave reached over and patted her hand. "What brings you here, anyway?"
Sheila told Dave of her plans and hopes. She purposely left out the episode of her leaving home, because that memory was now too far away to even care about. When Dave raised some objections about her hopes, she interrupted him.
"Don't worry, Steve has already warned me a dozen times about the hazards of the business. But I'm a big girl, if I don't make it, I can take it."
After a few moments of silence, Dave said, "Well, I certainly hope you come out on top." He looked at her and grinned.
"Everything you say, somehow comes out like you had sex on your mind," she said, her own grin rather impish.
"That's because I usually do," he said, licking his lips. He stared into her eyes for a few moments, his hand gently caressing hers. "You hungry?" he asked finally.
"For what?" she asked, her heart racing over the prospect of feeling his cock throbbing inside her cunt.
"Sounds like you have a lot more on your mind than just singing," David said, standing up.
"Lately, that's been true," she said, thinking of those wonderful hours with her face buried in Steve's hot crotch, sucking up his cum. Her blood surged with a tingling warmth as she remembered those hairy, muscular legs wrapped around her neck, his grinding cock against the back of her throat.
"Let's get a bite to eat, and then I'll give you a tour of the place," Dave said, leading her into the kitchen.
They sat down to a simple meal of cold cuts, cheese and beer.
"That really hit the spot," Dave said, getting up.
"Now let me show you the apartment. This, of course, is the kitchen." He led her out of the kitchen, through the living room, and down the hall. "Here's the bathroom, and over here is the linen closet. Through there is Steve's bedroom, and here," he said, stopping, "is my bedroom."
She walked through the door, and the first thing that caught her jye was the king-sized bed with a real fur spread.
"Wow, nice," she said.
Dave walked over to the stereo and placed a record on the changer. Soft music filled the room a few seconds later.
"Would you care to go to bed? You must be awfully tired."
Sheila walked over to Dave and placed her hands on his chest. She unbuttoned his top button, running her ringer over the soft skin of his smooth chest. She trailed her ringers downward, unbuttoning one button at a time, gently pulling his shirt open.
"I'd love to go to bed," she said, touching her lips to his chest, "but I'm not the least bit tired."
CHAPTER NINE
Sheila knelt in front of Dave, her hands sliding up and down his legs. Dave was standing, his legs apart, his hands on his hips. He watched with fascination as Sheila leaned her head forward and kissed the front of his jeans, her lips gentry brushing the tight material that bulged with his growing cock.
"I want to suck your cock," she moaned as she pulled the zipper down slowly and opened his jeans. "I hope you have a big one," she said, pulling his jockey shorts downward. "I love to suck big, hard dicks."
Her breathing became more urgent, her anticipation increasing as she slowly inched the shorts down his hips. She cried out with glee as his cock bobbed out, revealing it to be even bigger than Steve's. She hungrily grabbed it with both hands and, pulling the foreskin back, placed the enormous head into her wet mouth.
"Ummmmm," she groaned as her tongue ran around the rim of the oval-shaped head. With her teeth, she nibbled tenderly at the foreskin, gently pulling it up and down as her tongue slid around the glistening head.
"You want to suck my cum?" Dave asked, his voice cracking with pleasure.
"Oh, yes! I love to suck cum. And your cock is so big! I love huge cocks filled with cum! I want to suck out all your cum!" she gasped, licking and sucking the slippery foreskin. "Cum in my mouth!"
"Oh, baby, I'll rill your sweet cocksucking mouth with all the cum you take, Sheila baby!" Just suck my dick!"
Sheila ran her tongue up and down the hard shaft of his cock, licking and sucking with her warm lips. She cupped his jism-bloated balls with her left hand as she jacked his cock with her right. She buried her face into his balls, licking them feverishly and expertly. She pulled each one into her mouth and rolled it around, lathering his balls with slick, foamy spit. She nibbled gently with her lips, causing Dave to thrust his hips forward into her face. She ran her tongue up and down and under his balls, sucking sweetly, while all the while jacking his cock back and forth faster and faster.
"Oh, you little ball-sucking bitch, I'm about to cum!" Dave winced. "I'm gonna shoot all over your cocksucking face!"
"Cum in my face! I want to suck it out of your cock!" Sheila moaned, jacking him harder and faster. She licked and sucked the underside of his cock with warm, wet kisses.
"I'm going to cum!" David yelled, his cock throbbing.
Sheila jacked his cock into her face, watching the enormous head grow tight and large, glistening with a purplish shine. She felt the first surge of cum shoot out of his balls and up the shaft of his cock as she aimed the iron-hard rod just inches from her eagerly awaiting open mouth.
"Suck it out!" he screamed. "Suck my cum!"
Sheila jacked him like a machine, pumping his cock back and forth, her mouth ready to catch his cum load. Wads of cum streamed out, dripping on Sheila's tongue, lips and chin. She licked and swallowed, feeling the hot, creamy juice flood down her throat. She cupped her left hand under her chin to keep any of the glorious cum from escaping her sucking and licking mouth. She swirled the cum around in her mouth as she smacked her lips, feeling the sticky jism warm her chin and fingers.
After Dave had finally stopped shooting his load, Sheila licked the cum off of her fingers, one by one, savoring each creamy drop. She ran her fingers up her chin, capturing yet another wad of his cum, and slid it between her lips. She closed her lips and rolled her tongue around the inside of her mouth, feeling the heavy liquid seep into her throat, over her teeth and under her tongue.
When she had sucked and swallowed every drop of cum, she grasped Dave's cock around its base. She pulled forward, sliding her hand upward to the head. As her hand reached the rim of his cockhead, she squeezed even harder than before. As she did so, another wad of cum oozed out of his cum-hole. Sheila tilted her tongue upward, and slowly let the wad of cum touch the tip of her tongue.
"Ummmm," she said, "you had a lot of cum. I think it's the best tasting cream in the world!"
Dave moaned and grunted with obvious relief and pleasure as Sheila flicked her tongue around the head of his cock.
Sheila finally stood up and, pulling his cock with both hands, said, "We haven't even been to bed yet! Imagine that!"
Dave slipped out of his jeans while Sheila undressed. They lay on the fur spread facing each other. Sheila grinned impishly at Dave, who grinned back devilishly. Their lips met in a gentle caress as their hands found each other's asses. They kissed, gently at first, and then with greater depth and passion. Sheila lashed her tongue in and out of Dave's mouth while his licked her lips. As they kissed and moaned into each other's mouths, Dave pulled Sheila onto him, her lovely tits buried into his hard chest. He thrust his hips upward, his cock growing hard again as it ground against her cunt, bubbly hot and moist.
Dave pulled at her tits, the nipples hard with growing excitement. He stroked the firm mounds with urgency, wanting to ram them into his mouth. Sheila sensed his longing and raised her body slightly, dangling her tits in his face. Steve looked hungrily at her tits, and then began to lick and suck them.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "I'm going to fuck you!"
Sheila reached down and placed her hand around his stiff cock. She straddled his hips, and let the head of his cock gently touch the entrance of her burning pussy. Her clit throbbed with pleasure as the tight, hard meat pressed against it. She rubbed his cock back and forth between the lips of her pussy, wetting the head with glistening cunt juices. She squirmed her cunt around and around as she swirled his monstrous cock against it. As she lowered her cunt onto the enormous head, she cried out in pain and pleasure.
"You're so big!"
"You can take it, you little cock-sucking bitch!"
Dave moaned. "Take it all. I'm going to fuck your guts out!"
Sheila teased her cunt, jacking his cock, while the enormous head pulsated against her rubbery clit. She twisted his cock around the foamy lips of her slit, almost pulling it out, only to plunge it in again.
"Oh my God!" she moaned, shoving in a couple of inches of the rock-hard shaft. "I don't know if I can take all of you!"
Dave thrust his hips upward and groaned, "Sure you can, sweetheart, if I have to bust that tight little cunt wide open!"
With mixed pleasure and pain, Sheila forced in another inch or two, feeling his swollen dick thrusting against the muscles in her tunnel. She gasped and lowered herself further on the rock-hard cock, feeling it press into her guts. Wincing with pain, beads of perspiration popped out on her forehead as she made a final lunge downward, burying the meat into her swollen pussy. Her pubic hairs intertwined and ground against his as she felt the base of his cock rub against her clit, making her cry out with ecstasy. His cum-bloated balls snuggled against her shitter, tickling her ass and thighs.
"My God!" she rasped. "I feel like I've got a drainpipe up my pussy!"
"You do, baby," Dave grunted, "and I'm gonna drain a bucket of cum into your cunt!"
Sheila slowly raised her body, feeling the shaft of his prick slide against her stretched pussy muscles. The iron hardness of his cockhead reamed out her insides as it bulged and pulsated. When she had almost completely withdrawn herself from Mm, she pressed downward again, quicker this time. Although still painful, the pressure was less as her pussy juices lubricated his cock. She slid down to the base again, clenching her ass-cheeks together to better feel his hairy balls against her shitter.
"Oh Jesus!" she wailed with pleasure. "You're hung like a fucking horse!"
Dave dropped his hands to her waist and pushed her body down on his cock with force, slamming all of his dick into her hot, juicy hole. Then he pushed her upward, until his cock was almost out of her again. And once more, he forced her down, piercing her to the hilt with his ready cock.
Sheila began to meet his rhythmic pumping action with her own upward and downward movements, their actions becoming quicker and harder. Sheila was lost in delicious pleasure. She bucked up and down like a wild horse, their bodies smacking together as the lips of her cunt slammed against the base of his dick.
"Oooohhhhh!" Sheila wailed again and again, her screams keeping time with each marvelous drilling, her body twisting and contorting in unbelievable jolts of electric pleasure. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Harder! I want you to fuck my hot pussy like it's never been fucked before. Fuck harder! I want all of you!"
Dave obliged, his own pleasure mounting. He pumped, pulled and pushed against her body, plowing into her hot box with his near-bursting cock, while Sheila bobbed up and down to meet each of his thrusts. She felt the head of his cock slide from the opening of her pussy, down the tight hollow of her cunt and ram into her guts over and over as she gasped for breath. Her entire body shook with spasms as she felt the first beautiful rush of a climax hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Aaaaeeeaaaahhhh!" she yelled, her voice gurgling and uncontrolled.
Her breath was being pounded out of her lungs, leaving her speechless for a few seconds as she felt a shot of hot cum spurt into her pussy. like a flood of delicious molten lava, the drenching warmth of his creamy jism filled her pussy entirely, slopping out of her cunt, dripping into her shitter. She climaxed again and again as her entire body trembled with uncontrolled ecstasy.
Dave was grunting and breathing heavily, his own orgasm nearing an end, but he continued to slam into her hot cunt, spearing her totally as she cried out for more.
Finally, she relaxed. The waves of passion died down to a gentle throb as she rested, her cunt folded around Dave's softening cock. She lay down on him, her face against his neck. The feel of his cock draining out the last remnants of fuck juice still warmed her insides. A slow stream of sticky cum dribbled out of her pussy, warming and slicking up his drained balls.
Dave nuzzled his face into her hair, smelling the delectable fragrance. Her lush tits were pressed against his chest, her nipples still hard and exciting. He squirmed around gently, letting his cock slip in and out of her hot box. He pushed her ass-cheeks against his groin while he kneaded and massaged the firm flesh.
His mind fogged over as he felt Sheila pull herself downward, her face brushing his chest, then his stomach, and finally resting in his crotch. He felt her soft, searching tongue as it lapped up the cum that was smeared on his cock. She licked and sucked on the sticky cream, sucking into her mouth every wonderful drop. He moaned with pleasure, then he slept.
Sheila murmured softly, rolling his cum around in her hungry mouth. She licked on his balls, swirling her mouth around his hairy orbs, washing them with her moist lips. She placed his limp cock into her mouth, tasting a few last drops, letting them slide down her throat. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, rolling the rubbery mass against the roof of her mouth. She sucked and licked, her mouth refusing to leave this paradise. She fell asleep herself, her warm mouth still circling that glorious cock as she dreamed of drinking gallons of cum.
CHAPTER TEN
Somewhere in the dark recesses of Sheila's mind a stirring warmth touched her. Her spine became a hot fluid as currents of pleasure shot in and out, centering themselves in her ass. Another warmth filled her mouth as reality began to free itself from the depths of sleep. A delicious hardening mouthful of meat, alive and growing stretched her jaw muscles, a round, hot poker easing into her throat.
The tickling feeling in her shitter intensified, as if a million fingers played on the walls of her ass. She opened her eyes slowly, trying not to destroy this wonderful feeling. Her view met the sight of Dave's balls. His cock had become hard again, straining into her throat with a power of its own. She ran her tongue around the shaft as it buried it self in her mouth.
She turned her head slightly to see where the delicious pleasure was coming from as her ass was being slicked up with a darting, warm mouth. She instantly recognized Steve's hairy, muscular legs and arms, and with no doubt at all, his bobbing cock!
"Sony I woke you," Steve said, taking his hungry mouth away from her shitter.
"Uuummmmmmm," Sheila moaned, not wanting to part with Dave's cock for a reply.
She pulled her legs slightly apart, to enable Steve to shove his face deeper into her ass. When she had done so, she felt his tongue lick the entrance of her shitter with more daring and demand. His lips, wet with spit, circled her shitter, while his tongue darted around the hole, licking and searching. He pushed his tongue gently into her asshole, sending chills of pleasure up Sheila's spine. Deeper and deeper he plunged his tongue, wetting up her hole with warm, frothy juices. He sucked and licked as Sheila sucked harder on Dave's rock-hard cock.
Steve ran his mouth all over her throbbing hole, sucking in and out, his tongue flicking like aN snake's. He lapped her ass, and then ran his tongue over to her wet, hot cunt, already dripping with its own flowing juices. Back and forth, from her pussy to her shitter, he trailed his tongue, sucking and licking with more power and longing as he lapped up the moisture from her ass and her pussy.
When Sheila felt Steve gently begin to massage her clit, she jolted with pleasure. While he sucked her pussy and hot ass, he pressed the little button between his fingers, making Sheila pump her crotch against his face. She was having a suck-feast herself, running her tongue up and down the hard shaft, licking and sucking Dave's cock fast and furiously.
As she felt the first heightening pangs of her climax, she wrapped her legs around Steve's neck, burying his face into her hot pussy, while he sucked with abandon. He ran his tongue in and out of her cunt as he began to finger her shitter with his middle finger. He ran his finger in and out gently in a fucking motion, while his tongue rammed in and out of her slit, getting hotter and hotter with each thrust.
Sheila was jacking Dave's cock and sucking on it at the same time, the pleasure of being eaten out and sucking almost too much for her to bear. She felt a bolt of overwhelming pleasure fill her pussy as she climaxed long and hard several times. She sucked away happily, her eyes closed, savoring every delicious moment of this thrilling orgasm, never wanting it to end.
"Ummmmmm!" she moaned, her mouth full of delicious warm meat, her pussy being assaulted by the thrashing tongue.
After a few seconds, she regretfully took Dave's cock out of her mouth and moaned to Steve, "Oh, you eat pussy good!"
Steve, with equal regret, pulled his face away from her dripping cunt. "Hey, wake that sonofabitch up-tell him it's playtime," he said, nodding his head toward Dave's apparently sleeping form.
"Who's asleep?" Dave said, wide-eyed and innocent. "I was just enjoying getting my cock sucked! Didn't want to disturb anybody, you see."
When Steve sat on the end of the bed, Sheila grabbed his dick with one hand and Dave's with her other. "Oh God," she moaned, "I wish it was possible to cram both of these in my cunt!"
She looked first at one, and then the other, her heart aching to have both big pieces of meat deep in her tight pussy.
"That can almost be arranged," Steve said. "I'll slip my cock into your pussy, and Dave can fuck your ass. That way, you'll have both of them!"
"What?" Sheila said with disbelief. 'That huge thing in my ass?"
"Don't knock it until you've tried it, baby," Dave said.
Sheila looked from one cock to the other, her yearning pussy wanting to hump them both. She smacked her lips and said, "OK, boys, I'm yours. Fuck me any way you want, but just please don't kill me!"
"We aren't going to kill you, but we will send you to heaven," Steve said.
He and Dave exchanged positions, Steve lying on his back with Sheila between his knees. Dave was behind her, his cock rubbing against her ass.
Her pussy was so hot and moist, it was easy for it to swallow up Steve's hard, long cock. She locked it around the thick base and pumped her muscles, flexing them to surround as closely as possible this hairy, wonderful meat. Dave gentry pushed her forward, and placed his cockhead against her asshole. The dark opening was still juicy and hot from Steve's sucking, and the head slipped in with only a slight wince from Sheila.
"I can't believe this is happening to me!" Sheila moaned, feeling Dave's enormous glans push against the tight opening of her shitter.
When he slipped it in, a feeling of warmth engulfed her. Steve's tongue had been one thing, but the idea of having Dave's cock shoved up her ass thrilled her beyond belief. She totally relaxed the muscles of her ass as Dave gently slipped his bloated cock into the hot, dark hole. Sheila groaned loudly as she began to slip Steve's cock up and down inside her demanding pussy, enjoying more and more the wonderful feel of Dave's cock ramming up her ass hole.
She lay with her head on Steve's chest, her hips pumping and grinding against his cock, while he thrust in and out to meet her movements. Dave stopped his thrusting, letting the motions of Sheila and Steve drive his cock deeper and deeper into Sheila's shitter. Sheila grabbed the sheets in agonized pleasure. One cock was rammed up her ass to the hilt and one was slamming into her pussy.
Steve and Dave set up a pattern of fucking, shoving their cocks into Sheila's pussy and ass at the same time, causing Sheila to moan and gasp with pleasure.
After only a few seconds of this, Sheila experienced her first tremendous orgasm. She climaxed again and again, each level of pleasure increasing until she thought she would faint. In the middle of a searing, delightful climax, she felt a hot gush in her ass as Dave slammed his cock in as far as possible and shot her full of steamy, sticky cum. His cock exploded with wad after wad of jism, filling her insides with a warm feeling of ecstasy. Only seconds after Dave's throbbing cock had been emptied, she felt an equally delightful rush of boiling cum spurt into the back of her pussy as Steve flooded her full of his fuck juice.
Sheila jumped up and down on Steve's cock, pushing it into her bubbling cunt as she reached around and pressed Dave's ass into hers, burying his big dick fully into her shitter. Sheila thought she would never stop climaxing, the giant cocks slamming her guts relentlessly.
"Oooooaaaahhhh" she moaned over and over, feeling those enormous cocks still gently throbbing and quivering inside her body.
Moments later, Steve said, "Well, was it OK?"
Sheila couldn't think of words to express her feelings. She just moved her ass up and down, pulling their cocks in and out of her.
"Ummmmmmmmm," she moaned into Steve's hairy chest. She exhaled audibly and finally said, "Two's company, three's fantastic!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Linda Morris threw her head back and laughed, her manner unaffected and warm. She held a long, thin cigarette in one hand, the other fingering seductively the rim of her martini glass.
"I think you are positively the freshest thing I've seen in ages!" she said to Sheila, who was telling her about her luck so far in Nashville. "Just imagine your landing both Steve and Dave," she added. "Two of the town's best studs!"
Sheila hung on every word Linda said, the woman's voice dripping sex. Thoughts of Marcia hit Sheila with delicious pangs as she wondered how Linda would look in the raw. Her full, large breasts were accentuated by the tight, pale-yellow halter-top. Her waist was tiny and flat. Her eyes seemed to smolder with a piercing, honest gaze.
From the moment she had met Linda, Sheila knew she would consider her a friend. Linda had shown her the studio, introducing her to several top-ranking officials who had obviously been pleased to have Sheila aboard, and a couple of them had hinted at much more than just a working relationship. Sheila had become unusually shy and embarrassed, which only enhanced her charm.
"Well, the job is for three days a week," Linda was saying. 'The money isn't very good, but like Steve said, since you're so eager to be in the business, at least you'll have the opportunity to meet some performers, get to know the people behind music"
"like you," Sheila said simply.
"That's a laugh," Linda said. "I'm just one of the thousands of little people." She took a long drag from her cigarette and asked, "Did Steve tell you about Glenn's Place?"
"No, what's that?"
"It's supposed to be a sort of open forum for promising singers and instrumentalists. Usually on Friday and Saturday nights, a few of the producers drop in and listen to the local talent. A couple of big-name stars got started there."
"Oh, really?" Sheila exclaimed, her interest high.
"Actually you have to be pretty damned good just to get an audition there. But I know if Steve or Dave called Glenn, assuming of course you can get someone to back you up, it would be a start, anyway."
"That sounds great!" Sheila said, more excited than ever.
"Well, don't get your hopes too out of proportion," Linda intoned, "it's just an idea."
"And a fabulous idea!" Sheila whispered.
Just then, Steve wandered into the dark restaurant.
"Over here!" Linda shouted out, waving her hand.
"There you are," Steve said, taking a seat. "Sorry I'm late. Hello, precious," he added, squeezing Sheila's hand. Then he turned to Linda, and stroking her cheek with his index finger, asked, "You taking really good care of Sheila?"
"Well, the best I can do.. . in a restaurant,"
Linda said, grinding out her cigarette.
"Linda was just telling me about Glenn's Place," Sheila said, breaking the sensual mood.
"Yeah, what about it?" Steve said.
"What do you mean, 'what about it'? " Sheila asked, her tone slightly annoyed. "Linda was telling me that I could probably sing there."
Steve looked at Linda and then to Sheila. "Sure you can. If you have a good bank to back you, a good arranger, and a damned good number. You don't just amble onstage and start singing. That only happens in the movies."
Sheila felt her patience wearing thin. She spoke in an even tone, looking at Steve with determination. "I want to sing there. OK, I need a band. Can't you and Dave back me up? As for the number, well, I've had some ideas floating around in my head for several years, maybe I can come up with one of my own. As for the arranging-"
Steve interrupted, "Hold on, hold on!"
"No, I won't hold on," Sheila said. "At least give me a chance. If I blow it, then I blow it. But can't you help me?"
Steve looked into her pleading eyes, shook his head, and finally said in a low mumble, "OK. But if you think it's going to be a goddamned picnic, you're sadly mistaken."
"Steve, you're wonderful!" Sheila said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Linda interrupted. "Why don't we stay after work today and do a take on her voice?"
Steve furrowed his brow in contemplation. "Not a bad idea. Dave's here, and so is Johnny."
"Who is Johnny?" Sheila asked.
"He's our sound engineer, and he also plays piano," Steve answered. "A really nice guy."
"I'll say," Linda said, smacking her lips. "He's known as the Nashville Bull."
AD three laughed at this remark. Sheila laughed because Linda and Steve were obviously enjoying a private joke, and their mirth was infectious.
"They call him the Bull because the president of our company walked into his office one morning and found him banging the hell out of his secretary, right on his desk!" Steve said.
Linda broke in. "And if that wasn't enough, the same day he was caught two other times with different women. If there ever was a male nympho, it's Johnny!"
They finished their lunch, and hurried back to the studio. Sheila worked quickly and efficiently, occasionally glancing at the large clock behind her desk, looking forward to the day's end with feelings of nervousness and delight.
When Dave entered the office, he noticed Sheila's nice round ass tilted upward as she bent low, placing some papers in a low rile drawer. He walked over to her and pressed his crotch into her ass-cheeks.
"Guess who?" he said.
Sheila jumped up with a start. "Oh Dave!" she said. "You scared me!"
"Sony," he apologized, "but you did recognize me!"
"Who wouldn't?" Sheila said, smiling.
"Well, drop everything," he said. "They're waiting for us. You nervous?"
"Just a little," Sheila admitted.
"Then lets go," he said, placing an arm around her waist and guiding her through the door. "But you know," he said whispering into her ear, "it seems a shame to waste that wonderful mouth on singing."
When they entered the studio, she saw Linda looking through stacks of musical arrangements. Steve hadn't noticed her come in. He was tuning his guitar, his ear turned toward an amplifier. To his left stood a tall, muscular man with a short mop of curly hair. He looked up and smiled.
"Hello," he whistled. "Something tells me I'm never going to be lonely again!"
Linda introduced Sheila to Johnny, who was still hungrily looking at Sheila's tits and ass. Sheila took in his handsome face, his broad shoulders, and let her eyes drop, taking a long, lustful look at his bulging crotch.
"Something tells me we're going to be very close friends, Johnny," she said, taking his hand.
"Something tells me I just died and went to heaven," Johnny whispered, his blood suddenly boiling with excitement. He was thinking he'd rather take Sheila over to his place and fuck the hell out of her than listen to her sing.
"Let's get this show on the road," Steve said. "You got some songs ready, Linda?"
Linda handed Sheila a stack of arrangements. "Pick something out you know pretty good. Don't be nervous, just sing out loud and clear into the mike there."
Sheila glanced quickly through the songs, picking out one that she knew by heart. "This is OK," she said, handing the score back to Linda.
Steve started the count, nodded to Dave, then to Johnny, who was sitting at the piano. A slow drum roll from Dave started the introduction, and then Steve and Johnny joined in.
"Six more beats and you're on," Linda said to Sheila. "Five, four, three, two, one," she counted softly, then pointed to Sheila to begin.
Sheila began singing, her voice quiet and unsure, but as she looked into Linda's reassuring eyes, her voice gained in control and power. She closed her eyes and sang for all she was worth, feeling the meaning of the words, her body swaying with the beat of the music.
Steve looked up, stunned, not believing his ears. He looked at Dave, who was enraptured with the silvery, full voice crying out with passion and longing. Linda, too, was amazed. Her smile froze in a comic gesture, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Holy shit," she muttered, "I don't believe it!"
After the last strains of the song died away, there was total silence. Sheila was the first to speak.
"Well?" she asked; afraid that she hadn't done as well as she could have. "Someone say something."
Johnny was the first to answer. He said in a low whisper, barely audible, "This kid sings like a fucking bird!"
Immediately Sheila was surrounded by Linda, Steve, Dave and Johnny, all hugging and kissing her. At first she didn't believe what was happening, but when she saw the genuine admiration and wonder in their eyes, she began to cry.
"You mean I'm good?" she sobbed. "Really good? I mean, was I OK?"
Linda took her face in her hands and kissed her on the forehead. "Baby, if you don't make it, no one will."
"Fve got to hear it again!" Johnny said, playing with some knobs on the recorder.
Everyone agreed and sat back, their faces glinting with pride and amazement. They listened to the song again, smiles on their faces. They nodded their heads, a look of total concentration on their faces as the sweet, pure voice turned a familiar old song into something new and refreshing. Only once did they break up with laughter, as Linda's clear voice was forever captured on tape, saying, "Holy shit!".
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tears were streaming down Linda's cheeks as she kissed Sheila. "They loved you!" she cried. "Baby, they fucking loved you!"
Steve, Johnny and Dave were also crowded around Sheila, their comments of praise causing a minor din. Steve and Dave's living room. Sheila's mind reeled with pleasure recalling the thunderous applause that had greeted her song at Glenn's. The cheering simply wouldn't stop! She had done two encores after that, each met with a deafening ovation. It all seemed like a dream. Steve, Johnny, Dave and Linda seemed far away, their voices hollow and distant. She felt like it was happening to someone else and she was an onlooker.
After about an hour of everyone talking at once, Sheila began to feel the reality of the situation. Her body grew relaxed with the three drinks she had consumed, and she looked at the smiling, happy faces with appreciation.
'Thank you all," she said. "You've been just great. I love you for your help, I just wish there was some way I could repay you."
At that instant the telephone rang. Steve answered it, his face a study in excitement. He slammed down the receiver and bounded over to Sheila, pulling her to her feet.
"That was Tom. He just got a call from Benny Sullivan. He wants you for his television special!"
Sheila couldn't believe her ears. But it was true! She was going to make it after all! The Sullivan specials were known nationwide for introducing new talent from the Nashville scene. Every record company producer watched his program, eager to sign on money-making performers, and rarely was Sullivan wrong in his choices, and most of the big-name performers had started right there. Sheila sat down on the couch. Everything she had hoped for had come true! It was really happening. She burst out in sobs of relief and happiness, unable to speak.
"This calls for champagne!" Johnny shouted. "A real celebration!"
They made a party of jumping in the car and buying a case of champagne, opening a couple of bottles as soon as they left the liquor store, everyone dancing on air! Steve took a bottle, shook it up, and popped the cork, aiming the foaming spray at Sheila, drenching her with bubbly wine, soaking her hair and clothes. Soon everyone was playing the game, spraying each other with the wine, laughing and prancing around. They piled into the car, wet and happy, and raced back to the apartment, singing and hooting and laughing.
When they entered the apartment, the laughing men and women began drinking champagne out of the bottles, toasting Sheila, each other, the weather, just about anything! They were kissing and hugging, fondling each other, unable to stop laughing. It was over an hour before they settled down, their wet clothing sticking to their skin.
"I'm for getting out of these clothes," Johnny said, "anybody want to join me?"
Sheila hungrily eyed Johnny as he pulled off his shirt. His chest was full and muscular, covered with golden hair that glistened with the champagne. He took off his shoes and socks, then his trousers and shorts. His half-hard cock, slightly curved, promised to be as enormous as Dave's!
Sheila joined the others as she slipped out of her clothes and stood there naked. As if waiting for Sheila to make the first move, everyone stood apart, their eyes riveted on her young body, perfectly curved and inviting. She walked over to Johnny and pulled him down on the couch. She took his cock in her right hand and pulled back the foreskin. As she did so, the massive, purplish head began to swell with excitement. Her pussy juices began to flow as she jacked his cock back and forth. Teasing herself as well as Johnny's cock, she flicked her tongue across the cockhead very lightly.
Johnny moaned, "Oh, Sheila, suck my cock!"
Sheila placed the head of his dick into her mouth and let her tongue run around the rim of the swollen glans, sucking in the flavorful aroma of his bushy crotch. She couldn't believe a cock could be so hard and full of life! She jacked his dick up and down while she sucked eagerly away, inching her mouth down the wonderful rock-hard shaft. She could already taste the beginnings of his cum as a tiny first drop oozed out of his cock and slid into her mouth. She sucked in, swallowing the salty, delicious drop, her body trembling with the anticipation of wads of cum soon to be sliding down her throat!
Linda watched in fascination as Sheila sucked on Johnny's huge cock. Her own cunt began to froth with excitement as she watched Johnny's meat disappear into Sheila's demanding mouth. Linda lay on her back behind Sheila, her face just inches from Sheila's hot cunt.
She slid her tongue around the bushy, moist box, her mouth kissing the opening of the girl's pussy.
Sheila flinched with pleasure, feeling Linda's hot tongue caress and suck her pussy. She sucked harder and faster on Johnny's cock as Linda picked up the momentum of her own cunt-sucking. She let her tongue ram deeper into Sheila's slit, gentry sucking and licking the swollen clit.
Steve straddled Linda, his cock nestling between her ripe, full tits. She pressed her tits together, trapping his throbbing cock in a warm blanket of flesh. He lowered his head to Sheila's ass and kissed her tiny, hot ass hole with his warm mouth, wetting the entrance with his tongue.
Sheila shook with pleasure. She was sucking a wonderful, hard cock as Linda ate out her pussy, and now Steve's hungry tongue was rimming her asshole. She pumped and ground her hips to meet the thrusts of Steve's and Linda's tongues. Linda placed her mouth around the wet pussy and sucked away eagerly, her tongue slipping in and out in a fucking motion.
Steve ran his tongue in and out of Sheila's shitter, sucking up the juices and moaning as his cock throbbed with delight, fucking Linda's tits. Linda's searching mouth trailed from Sheila's pussy to where Steve was sucking. She ran her tongue into Steve's mouth, wetting it with pussy juice. She sucked on his lips, drawing in the hot taste of Sheila's shitter. They kissed and licked each other's tongues as they both sucked and lapped up the juices from Sheila's cunt and asshole. Linda's hungry mouth returned to Sheila's box and sucked with renewed energy, her mouth clamped tight, her tongue thrusting in and out, sending jolts of pleasure down Sheila's spine.
Steve pulled his cock out from between Linda's tits and pushed the enormous head against Sheila's slick asshole. Sheila winced as she felt the large, hot cock push its way into her dark passage. The excitement of sucking on Johnny's massive cock, Linda sucking her cunt, and now Steve poking his hard dick into her ass was almost too much pleasure for her to handle. Her mind burst with agony as Steve plunged the entire length of his shaft into her ass, his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks.
Linda sucked harder and longer on Sheila's pussy, her tongue running in and out with a darting, probing motion. She rubbed her chin against Steve's balls, huge and hairy, as his cock disappeared into Sheila's asshole. She playfully sucked and licked his cum-swollen balls, running her tongue around the knobs, and then back to Sheila's delicious pussy.
Dave had lost no time in joining the group, either. He was crouched between Linda's legs, ramming his tongue in and out of her throbbing cunt, licking up the generous juices, hot and inviting. He had pulled her legs up, placing her feet around his monstrous cock, fucking the soles of her feet. He moaned and grunted, feeling himself about to climax as Linda pressed her feet together and moved her legs back and forth, jacking his cock with her toes.
Johnny was holding Sheila's head between his hands, pushing and pulling as her mouth slipped up and down his hot, meaty dick. His balls ached with pleasure as his cum was about to spray out of his cock and into Sheila's warm mouth.
"Oh, suck my cock good, baby, suck it! Suck out my cum!"
Sheila also felt the first waves of climax as Linda busied herself expertly, sucking and licking her cunt with relish. She squeezed her legs around Linda's face as a tremendous climax slammed through her body, making her quiver like she had been thrown into an icy pond. As wave after wave of ecstasy raced through her, she felt the first shot of cum from Johnny's exploding cock spurt into the back of her throat. Rich, creamy globs of delicious cream filled her mouth as she clamped her lips around the base of his cock, sucking and swallowing every drop.
Steve slammed against Sheila's ass with his spurting cock, his body paralyzed as jet after warm jet of juicy fuck juice spewed into Sheila's hot ass, filling it to overflowing. Some wads of cum dripped down into Sheila's writhing cunt, where Linda lapped it up eagerly, sucking in pussy juice and rich, thick cum. Linda's body jolted with pleasure, tasting the cunt juice mixed with Steve's cum, and she buckled with several climaxes in a row.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, savoring the taste of pussy juice and jism, while Dave sucked away on her pussy. She felt her feet and legs burn with cum as Dave shot his wad in spurt after spurt, his body almost out of control, licking and sucking her cunt, fucking her feet.
Sheila was sucking in the last wonderful drops of Johnny's cock juice, sliding the thick globs around in her mouth, squeezing it between her teeth and smacking as it rolled slowly down her throat like thick syrup. She grabbed the base of his cock and jacked the last couple of drops into her mouth and sucked them down, wishing there were gallons of the delicious cum to eat. Her climaxes had died down to a steady throbbing in her cunt, but Linda continued to lick and suck with precision. Steve's cock was growing limp, the last hot load of jism oozing out of his cockhead and into her ass, warming her insides.
Dave collapsed, his face buried in Linda's glowing cunt, his body exhausted. He moaned into her pussy, a vibrating sound that filled Linda with new longings and desires. They all stayed locked together, unable to move. Each moaned with pleasure, their voices harsh and heavy, their breathing rapid and uneven.
Finally Sheila pulled Johnny's limp cock out of her mouth and smacked her lips. She felt Steve pull his cock out of her ass slowly, some wads of cum being forced out the sides of her shitter. Linda quickly devoured every drop of escaping cum and sucked it down her throat. She grabbed Steve's cock and rammed it into her mouth, running her tongue up and down the shaft, licking in the juices from Sheila's ass along with Steve's sticky jism. She pulled on his cock, forcing out the last drops onto her hot tongue and swallowed the delicious wad slowly, carefully licking her lips and teeth to suck in every drop.
The rest of the night was spent in fucking, sucking and more sucking. Sheila had never devoured so much cock in her life, and had never felt happier as she lay with her head buried in Johnny's warm crotch, his cock throbbing gently between her lips. She fell asleep, surrounded by lovely cocks, and the taste of delicious cum in her throat, while Linda happily sucked away at her cunt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sheila would look back on the last two months as the happiest in her life. Now under contract to one of Nashville's major record companies, she had the money and freedom to enjoy herself as never before. Each day she wrote songs, practiced her music, and relaxed her body to meet the demands of the night. She looked back on a marathon fuck she and Johnny had enjoyed, his body ready to meet any demand she made. For hours on end she had sucked and nicked his cock like there was no tomorrow.
The entire weekend was spent in lovemaking, with only a few hours reserved for sleep as they lay exhausted, her head in his crotch, sucking him to sleep, only to be awakened shortly afterwards by a hot wad of cum slamming into the back of her throat. God, how she had enjoyed, and still enjoyed, that hard mass of meat slipping in and out of her cunt or her mouth.
She had called Marcia and told her the good news, and like a true friend, she had flown to Nashville and spent a week with Sheila, a week neither would ever forget. They had sucked each other's cunts until they were raw. She introduced Marcia to her friends, who gave her every pleasure they had. given Sheila. When Sheila put Marcia on the plane that bright sunny day, Marcia looked like a contented cat. They had given her a going away party to end all parties. Six writhing bodies sucking and fucking her into oblivion.
As Sheila applied the last touches of the pale-pink lipstick to her full, sensuous lips, she sighed with fulfillment. She had her own apartment, large enough, but cozy and friendly. If only the walls could talk! she thought. Steve and Dave had begged her to stay with them, for very good reasons, but she felt she needed to be on her own. Still she slept over at their place a good deal, or they came to her place. Sometimes together, sometimes singly.
One weekend, all three-Johnny, Steve and Dave-had stayed at her place, and they had kept her busy until her jaws ached. She had sucked more cum in those two days than anyone alive. It seemed as soon as one of them shot his heavy load into her mouth, another was ready to ram his hard cock into her throat and pump away.
She looked in the mirror a last time and liked what she saw. Her complexion was vibrant and clear, her hair arranged expertly to show up the highlights of her excellent bone structure. The joyous eyes in the reflection met hers and smiled. Today, she thought, will be the biggest day of my life. National television! She hugged herself with pride and happiness. Nothing can spoil it for me now!
She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She propped her feet on the coffee table and rested her head in the luxurious comfort of the soft fabric, her eyes closed. Only one more hour before Dave picks me up for the television taping, she thought, only one more hour! Her mind relaxed in reverie, a million pleasant thoughts racing in and out.
Then there was a hard chill in the air. She hadn't heard a sound, but she sensed that something was wrong. Horribly wrong! Her body tensed in fear as she opened her eyes and turned her head toward the door. The cocky figure with hands on his hips glared at her with loathing. His eyes fairly popped out of their sockets with crazed hatred. She sat paralyzed, her body taut as a steel trap, her voice constricted. It took her several seconds before she could even whisper.
"Charlie!" she moaned, the world closing in on her.
"That's right, you cum-sucking whore!" he lashed out, the words spitting from his lips like bullets.
Then as suddenly as the terror had paralyzed her, it left She stood up, her shoulders erect, her hands to her sides. "Get out of my house, you sonofabitch!"
Charlie was slightly taken aback with her change in mood. He recoiled briefly, then bellowed out, "You cocksucking bitch whore, I'm going to beat your brains out!"
Sheila reached over and grabbed a poker from the fireplace and drew it back. "If you're going to do it," she said evenly, her courage mounting, "then do it. Don't just talk about it, you crazy bastard."
It was obvious that he was drunk, because he stumbled when he lunged for her throat. He fell, crashing on the coffee table, scattering ashtrays and magazines on the floor. And luckily for him he was drunk, because he didn't come within swinging distance of the lethal poker Sheila had every intention of using. He lay on the floor a pathetic heap, foul-smelling and disgusting.
"Get out of my house now," Sheila ordered, the poker still ready to swing, "before I call the police."
Charlie got to his knees, white hatred burning in his eyes. "I'm going to kill you, you mother-fucking whore. But before I do that, I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!" He yanked at his belt and unbuckled it. "First, I'm gonna beat the piss out of you, till you beg to eat a foot of my shit to kiss my ass!"
As he stood up on one knee, Sheila swung the poker underhanded, slamming the spiked end into Charlie's balls. There was a shriek as Charlie buckled forward, grabbing his crotch, his face white with pain. He fell flat on the floor, his mouth frothing in agony.
Sheila looked down at Charlie, her feelings expressing neither fear, hatred or anything remotely resembling a sense of caring whether he lived or died.
The door opened a few seconds later.
"Hello, sweetheart...." Dave said, his voice trailing off when he saw Charlie on the floor, grunting like a pig. "Who is that?" he asked, his face puzzled.
"That," Sheila said, pointing with the poker, "is Charlie."
"Charlie!" Dave said, walking over beside her. "They said there was some drunk looking for you down at the studio, but I just thought it was an autograph hound. My God, you could have been hurt!" He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. "Thank God, you're alright!"
"I'm fine," Sheila said, "but he's not doing so well."
"So I see," Dave said, releasing Sheila and walking over to the groaning figure. He reached down and yanked Charlie's head up by the hair. "Hi, Charlie, I'm Dave," he said, smiling into the empty eyes. "By the way, a lot of us are pretty fond of Sheila, and I think you'd better make your business to fuck ass out of this town as soon as possible. Otherwise, you might find yourself in big trouble." He pulled harder on Charlie's bleeding scalp and said into his face, "If ever I see you around her again, I will personally break your back!" With that he drew his right leg back and slammed his foot into Charlie's face with a crunch. Charlie's jaw hung ridiculously, his face bleeding and red.
"Throw his ass out of here," Sheila said.
"With pleasure," Dave said, pulling Charlie to his feet and guiding him out the door. He thrust the limp figure out on the sidewalk and then closed the door. 'That was close," Dave said, wiping his hands, "good thing I got here in time."
Sheila smiled at Dave's obvious male vanity and said mockingly, "Why is that?"
Dave grinned impishly and said, "Otherwise you might have killed the sorry sonofabitch!"
He placed his arms around her and started to kiss her on the mouth, then stopped. "Better not mess your face up, I want it to look perfect for the show."
"Oh, I don't mind," Sheila said, smiling, "kiss me."
Dave dropped to his knees and grinned. "They won't be concerned how your cunt looks, I'll just kiss it, instead."
Sheila moaned with pleasure as she received the best good-luck kiss of her life.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sheila lay on her bed watching the taped television show, her mind not entirely on the program, because at that moment she had ten inches of hard cock rammed up her ass, pumping away. She was gleefully sucking Johnny's cock, running the shaft in and out, feeling his cum-bloated balls slam into her chin. His hairy nuts tickled her chin and. throat with each thrust. She was jacking Steve with her right hand and Dave with her left. He was moaning softly, his breathing hard and raspy. The cameraman fucking her ass was almost as good as she'd ever had, but he was still a little young yet, and new at the game.
As her mind exploded with pleasure, Bart-the eager young ass-fucker-sipped his cock out of her shitter and stuffed it into her pussy for a few strokes, and then thrust it back into her asshole. He went back and forth, from cunt to shitter, driving Sheila wild with spasms of gut-crunching pleasure.
"Ummmmmmm" she moaned again and again as she climaxed, her hands wild with jacking while her eager mouth latched onto Johnny's cock and sucked madly.
When Johnny's cock spurted wads of cum into her throat, she licked and sucked, trapping every drop in her mouth, drinking it down like milk. After she had finished every drop, she heard Steve groan with pleasure, "I'm gonna cum!"
Sheila slipped her mouth off of Johnny's withering dick, and pressed her mouth onto Steve's. She jacked him furiously and fast, pulling the cum out of his balls and into her mouth, sucking and licking the creamy wads around in her mouth, swallowing it greedily. And just as he had subsided in his thrashing climax, Dave yelled out, "Suck my cum, Sheila! Suck the cum out of my cock now!"
Sheila jacked his cock with both hands, up and down, pushing his iron-hard prick deeper into her throat.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned as Dave shot hot cum into the back of her throat, wetting her tonsils with gush after warm gush of the delicious jism.
She sucked deep and long, pulling on the hard shaft with both hands, forcing the last drops into her mouth. His cock seemed even more delicious as his meat sank deeper into her mouth, filling it with sweet juice from his balls. She lapped away, her stomach filled with the cum from three cocks, and now she wanted the fourth!
She pulled Bart's cock out of her ass, and turning around, stuck his huge prick into her mouth, shit-stained, pussy-stained, and delicious! The young man grabbed her head and forced it down further until her nose was grinding into his rough crotch hair. His huge balls were slapping into her neck, large bloated nuts filled with delicious cum! She had never sucked his cock before and was looking forward to finding out how much cum he had, her mouth eager and hungry.
She felt his body tighten as the first jolt of orgasm expanded his near-bursting cock. The first glorious glob of jism almost choked Sheila as she swallowed the largest wad of cum she had ever taken! Bart fucked Sheila's face, yanking her head back and forth, running her tight lips up the shaft as he buried his cock to the hilt in her cum-logged throat. "Ummmmmmmm!" she groaned as Bart's cum filled her mouth, filled her throat and shot out her nose.
She gagged with delight as huge wads of jism slicked her throat with pleasure. It seemed there was no end to the amount of cum he could spurt out as he continued to shoot hot globs into her throat.
Moments later when Sheila had succeeded in licking up every stray drop of cum from all four cocks, she lay back totally satisfied. She rubbed her stomach with pleasure, thinking of the warm cum she had eaten, and the gallons she would devour from these four studs, before the night was over! She reached over to Steve's lovely cock and prepared herself for a long, slow suck job as the doorbell rang.
She threw on a robe and answered the door. A tall, muscular man, his face tanned and handsome, stood there smiling.
"Hi," he said, "I'm your next-door neighbor. I was wondering if I could use your telephone, mine hasn't been installed yet."
"You sure can," Sheila said, placing her arm in his and pulling him into the apartment, "but first you can do me a favor!"
"Come again?" the puzzled young man asked, feeling the gentle fingers work his zipper down and pull out his half-hard cock.
"You got that right," Sheila answered, already on her knees, her lips circling the throbbing head in a wet, sucking kiss, "again and again and again."
