The United States is remarkably inconsistent in its marriage laws. In some states, a girl child can be barely into puberty when the law allows her to marry. In others, she must be able to vote before she can make up her own mind about marriage.
The result is confusing and often traumatic.
Basically, this is a novel about a young girl driven by lust into a marriage that should never have taken place. It is a journal of the ill-treatment that can legally still happen to a minor in this country-where they are considered half-people, given scant protection by the law and few rights to defend themselves.
When Liz married, a condition she caused with her own misguided and misinformed confusion of lust with love, her parents told her she no longer had a home with them. She was a high school drop-out with a depraved husband twice her age and no recourse except to do as he directed. And that direction didn't take long to assume a lewd course.
This is a novel, of course. But the social problem it treats is real and deserving of more consideration than it is getting. Perhaps this book will help people realize the problem still exists.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Liz Traum was ecstatic. It was the night she had been waiting for. Her parents, both very strict, would be away at a wedding and she would be able to bring Ed Crisco into the house.
Liz had just turned fifteen, and she was a very lush fifteen. She had a lovely, soft, innocent face framed by jet black hair. Her lips were full and looked as if they were pouting all the time. Her slender body had not yet filled out to its fullest. Not that she was flat-chested. She had lovely tits, a pair of 34-B's, and it wouldn't be long before she would fit into a 36. Because of her parents she had to keep them carefully harnessed in the best thing Maidenform had to offer. Her dresses always came down to knee-length, hiding the exquisite molding of her lovely thighs, but not even the dresses could hide the shape of her hips or the narrowness of her waist.
Ed Crisco wasn't some punk kid who went to high school with Liz. He was even past college. He owned his own construction company, and he was doing exceedingly well. He'd happened to be on a job across the street from the high school when Liz took her lunch break. She and a few of her friends had gone to watch the house he was putting up. It hadn't taken long for her to get in a conversation with Ed, also on his lunch break.
When he'd asked her for a date she'd turned him down the first time, but he had been persistent and she'd finally agreed. She'd allowed him to touch her breasts, and once, in the van, she'd even permitted his finger to rub her cunt. He had gotten her so aroused she had felt the hot, sticky liquid pouring out into her panties. She had insisted Crisco drive her home, and her parents, seeing her get out of the man's Dodge van, had asked about the man. Sullenly, Liz had admitted she had been dating him. Yes, he was much older than she was. He was about thirty-two, but he liked her, and she liked him, and she wanted to go on seeing him.
Her parents became adamant in their refusal to permit her to go dating Crisco. She was to tell him when she saw him at school that she couldn't go out with him again.
Liz had told them she would tell him, and the following Monday she did tell him, but added a small codicil, namely, that her parents would be out of the house in two weeks, on a Saturday night, and wouldn't be back until the wee hours of the morning. Even though her parents were forbidding her to go out with him again, they'd said nothing about his coming to the house. Was it her fault her parents wouldn't be home the night Ed Crisco came by?
She could feel the stickiness oozing out from between her thighs. God! She could hardly wait. She was wearing a pink dress, and her hair was tied back with a ribbon, a pink ribbon.
It was nine o'clock, when the doorbell rang and Ed Crisco appeared. He had the usual box of candy. He told her he would have brought flowers, but her parents would have noticed them.
Crisco wasn't a tall man, only about five feet eight, which made him four inches taller than Liz. He had medium brown hair, and his face looked like a youthful William Conrad, except Ed Crisco had no fat on his body. He was all solid muscle. Even his mustache resembled Conrad's. His voice was much softer and smoother than that of the well-known actor, and he had a lot more hair up front which he formed into a high wave.
"C'mon in," Liz invited, and when he entered, she shut the door behind him.
"Hi," he smiled, handing her the candy. "Well, where would y'like to go?"
"We can't go out," she reminded him. "I promised my parents I wouldn't go out with you. So we'll have to stay in, together. Got any ideas?"
"Lots of 'em," he smiled again.
"Oh, stop it, Ed. You know I won't let you do that. I mean, I'm too young, yet."
"The heck you are," Crisco whispered, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
Liz felt one thrill chase another through her body as his lips pressed themselves to hers and his tongue lightly tickled her. She clutched him tightly, glad it was still Indian Summer so she didn't have too hold him through an overcoat.
His arms gripped her tightly, squeezing her body against his as he continued kissing her. And then she felt something hard push against her dress.
"What's that?" she asked, pulling her mouth from his.
"What's what?"
"That thing down there you have pressing against me."
"That's my reaction to kissing you, babe. That's my cock getting hard."
Liz blushed. She wasn't used to hearing such language.
"Please, Ed. You shouldn't speak that way in front of me."
"Hey, honey, let's cut this silly crap. You're a big girl now. You're big enough for me to love. Yes, that's right. I love you. I wouldn't be here, otherwise. And if you're big enough for me to love, you're big enough to hear all the naughty words."
He walked into the living room with her and together they sat on the sofa. It was a wide, deep, plump sofa, a nice wine color, matching the carpeting and the rest of the furniture.
"I'm just not used to being with a man as mature as you," she told him.
"Well, it's about time you got used to it. You aren't some silly little kid. Sure, you still go to high school. Big deal. Your body's all grown up, and I figure your mind is right there, too. If it weren't I wouldn't have been interested in you in the first place."
His lips covered hers in another earthshaking kiss while his hands rubbed her breasts through the cloth of the dress.
"Don't," she pleaded, pulling her mouth from his. "It isn't right."
"Who says?" he asked, continuing to rub her tits. "It's the Tightest thing ever, honey. You go for me, and I go for you. It's time we stopped acting like we were living in 1940."
Liz felt all kinds of wild thrills shooting through her body as his palms rubbed her nipples, making them swell.
"Please," she whimpered, weakly. "Please... "
A raging fire began roaring through her inner body, and then his lips were on hers, kissing her again, and from her response, Ed Crisco knew he was there. As she responded he felt himself soaring higher than Everest. The girl was a living volcano, and his kisses had set her to smoldering. Liz couldn't understand it, but she knew she was responding to him, feeling like a Yellowstone geyser suddenly erupting madly with sensation. She kissed back, pressing her mouth hard against his, letting him know he'd awakened a lioness and not a pussycat.
Her tongue was dueling sword, fencing with his as their mouths opened. She was a naturally gifted fencer dueling with a master blade. Her tongue stabbed into his mouth over and over, only to be expertly met by his own masterful tongue.
Liz dug her nails into Crisco's neck as his arms continued holding her tight. Together they fought a raging battle, each pressing against the other, neither ready to yield. She understood she was his to do with as he pleased. He had broken through the dike of her resistance and gallons of sensation, like an overpowering tidal wave, came rushing through. And then her entire body was inundated with desire for this man. Like a harpy she kissed his mouth and bit his tongue, going wilder with every passing second.
"Oh Ed," she cried when their mouths separated. "What have you done to me?"
He reached behind her and before she realized it he had unzipped her dress. Before she could object, he had the upper half of the dress off and down around her waist as his fingers unsnapped the hooks holding her bra. And then, with masterful ease, he tugged the bra off, revealing the dual spheres of her lovely, budding tits, two orbs of luscious arousal. They were still growing, but even so were nice and large, standing up, their hard little pink nipples actually pointing slightly up. The large, pink aureole surrounding each nipple, made it appear as if her breasts were blushing from embarrassment.
"You have beautiful breasts," Crisco told her. "My God! You really are a stunning beauty. You're a princess."
As if bowing to her beauty, Ed Crisco's head went down. His lips opened wide and he paid fealty to each nipple in turn, kissing it and letting his tongue run lightly over it. He pressed each one between his lips, carefully sucking it, making it swell and enlarge even more. Then he took his mouth from her luscious, fruit-like boobs, grabbed her bare shoulders, and held her at arm's length.
His eyes wandered all over her fragile young body, taking it in, drinking it down like some superb claret. Liz, instantly aware he was ogling her, shut her eyes as her face reddened.
"Don't do that," she pleaded.
"I can't help it," he replied. "You're so goddamned beautiful I have to look at you. I have to look at all of you."
Before Liz could object, Ed Crisco's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, removing her dress, pulling off her shoes and pantyhose, removing her panties, and even teasing the ebony bush at the center. She lay there like a frightened child, not knowing what would happen next. When she finally did open her eyes she first realized she was totally nude, seeing her body in the wall mirror across the room.
She heard rustling, looked up, and saw him standing next to her supine form, undoing his belt.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm getting undressed," he replied.
"But why?" she asked, horrified.
"That's kind of a silly question under the circumstances. I'm gonna fuck you, honey."
"Ed, no!"
"Ed, yes, and Liz, yes. You're not some snotnosed little brat who needs others to tell her what to do, Liz. I wanna fuck you, but only if you agree. And I'll tell you right now, all y' have to do is tell me to leave, and I'll go. But I'll never see you again."
"Oh God! Ed, why are you doing this to me?"
"'Cause I'm hot for you, honey, and you're hot for me. And that's the best reasons in the world for anyone to fuck."
"But I don't have any kind of protection. I don't want to risk becoming pregnant."
"I'm a rich guy, Liz. You get a swollen belly from me, and I'll swear I'll marry you and take care of you. Until then, let's stop worrying about nonsense and get down to doing it."
She felt him stretch out beside her on the broad sofa, his mouth kissing hers, then kissing along her throat, and then her nape. She let him flip her over on her stomach as he continued kissing the back of her neck.
Liz felt wild thrills trickle down her back, making her shudder with delight. His tongue seemed stuck to her skin as the tip slid down her spine.
His palms, which had been holding her ribcage, now slowly massaged their way to her narrow waist. She responded to the pressure from each palm, writhing and gasping with delightful feelings she'd never known before. Inside, she felt excruciating heat as his mouth worked its way down to the hillocks of her rounded ass. When he would have literally parted her asscheeks, Liz tightened her body, stifling a small scream by cramming a throw-pillow into her mouth.
"Hey, you just relax that luscious ass of yours," Crisco told her. "Don't tighten up. I wanna kiss all of you, baby."
Little by little she relaxed, and then his tongue began eeling its way between her loosening globes, tasting the sweet flavor of her lavender soap. Liz, unable to maintain full control of herself, began bouncing on the sofa, almost slamming her buttocks into his face.
And Crisco turned her over on her back as he kissed his way up her abdomen. Her head rested on the arm of the sofa, and when she turned a little to the right, she could see everything in the wall mirrors. Her lush, naked body was stretched out on the couch looking back at her. Directly above her flat belly was the face of this adult male who claimed he loved her, and whom she realized she must love in order to do this with him. He was kissing her belly, preparing to take her virginity, blistering one excruciating thrill after another through her young frame.
She stared at the reflection, fascinated as Crisco let his lips kiss the dimple of her belly button, then slowly move to the crease joining her rounded thigh to her torso. One of his hands moved easily under her ass, rubbing her cheeks while his tongue lightly licked away at the crease.
Because of the way the sofa was angled, she could see his head in the mirror, and when it stopped moving, she raised her own head to look at his face. There was a look of wonderment in his eyes as he stared at the center of her love nest. He was stunned by how full and rounded her thighs were, and amazed at the full pouch of her pussylips.
Her swollen outer lips seemed to draw him as a flame attracted a moth. He moved forward a little at a time, as if he had no control over himself and was being drawn toward her magnetic pussy. His lips turned from one side to the other, burning hot kisses on each thigh.
Liz, still hypnotized by their joint reflections, suddenly understood what he was about to do, and couldn't believe it. No one ever kissed a woman there with his mouth. Was he crazy? But even as she thought it, his mouth was moving closer to her slithery crack, and she could feel the burning tickle of his panting breath as it fluttered against her sopping cunt.
Almost totally mesmerized, she lay there, gazing as he suddenly pulled his head back and brought a hand forward between the solid pillars of her alabaster thighs. She actually started, shocked when she felt his fingers lightly brush her soft outer labia.
Slowly but certainly they moved forward, parting the tender coral labia, causing the contrasting white flesh to seem drained of color. And then an exploratory finger slid into her resisting pussy, testing it. As well-greased as her tunnel was, it was tight from never having been used, and he had to go slowly for fear of causing pain. He withdrew the finger and pressed it lengthwise against her fluttering entrance, rubbing it up and down, making her wetter. In the meanwhile she could feel another finger seeking and finding her little button-like clit at the top of her split.
Liz knew all about her clitoris. She was a well-informed girl, getting straight A's in Hygiene and Biology. Her parents, being teachers, wouldn't have tolerated anything less than an A in any subject. Her pussy became more and more juicy as she began wriggling and panting.
She watched as her blood-swollen clit began to grow. It was very tiny, but she had excellent vision, and even at that distance she could see the split-pea-like bubble swell to even greater size as it extended less than an eight of an inch away from her sopping twat.
And then his hands pulled away from her titillated cunt, and Liz suddenly realized she had lost a feeling of well-being. Crisco was right. It felt good. It felt wonderful, in fact. Why had he stopped? She wanted him to finger her some more.
Before she could understand what was happening, his head had launched itself forward, and suddenly she felt another unparalleled sensation as his electric tongue seemed to shock her sensitized cunt, lapping away gently at her vaginal opening. It moved around to the right one, making her squeal with chilled wonder as he deftly licked away. His tongue was actually circling her outer lips, drinking in the heady waters of her pussy. And then the tongue was moving in, caressing the inner labia, causing her to spill out even more pussy water. He licked up and down, and little be little the resisting walls of her tight vagina began fluttering open, yielding to the soft, gentle, tender pressure of his lapping tongue.
There was no way for Liz to put into words what she felt. She was entering a sexual paradise utterly new to her, wallowing in the icy sensation, enjoying the "feeling" only a little bit more than the "watching" as her eyes remained glued to the mirror. She realized her cunt wasn't the only thing wet. She was almost ready to drool saliva. She swallowed just an instant before his tongue managed to insert itself as far up into her fiery center as it could go, and then Liz found herself unable to view anything else as her thighs clamped themselves solidly around his curly head.
She felt his full tongue running into the weeping depths of her flaming pussy. She thrilled as it moved around and around, licking up, down, and the sides, before retreating completely out and pressing itself hotly against the bead of her rigid clit. His lips around her extended clitoris made her wild as she began bucking and churning. He seemed to be matching her movements with his tongue, letting it swish across her nubbin, causing it to grow even more.
If Liz had been secreting lubricant before, it was nothing compared to the way she was spurting the colorless ointment now. It began blasting from her hot, inflamed cunnus in one, long, river-like flood, and she went completely out of her senses as she experienced the sensation of his lapping tongue licking out everything there was inside her blazing hole. Her loins tightly clutched his face in a solid grip of crushing, unbending iron, forcing his tongue to move even faster, knifing in and out and pulling out the heavy, aromatic flow from within.
These were feelings Liz had never imagined could exist. She was totally beyond sanity for the moment, churning and spiralling madly against the sofa, squeezing his face tightly between her solid, oily thighs. Her buttocks were two halves of a large rubber ball, continually rebounding from the sofa as his deep tongue continued probing, hungrily eating her burning, dripping box.
His two hands had pushed themselves between her ass and the sofa, and his fingers were now tightly gripping her gluteal cheeks, kneading them, holding them firmly in place as his tongue continued its wild lapping of her flaming quim.
Once again her body trembled with unexpected feeling as she felt one of his forefingers press against the crosshairs of her asshole. She tried to wriggle away, but he had too tight a grip on her, and try though she might, squeezing her buttocks together as tightly as she could to keep him out, his probing finger managed to bypass the resistance of her sphincter and slide slowly, very slowly, in. Once the finger had gained entrance to her rectum, it moved around, making her shudder even more delightfully.
To Liz it was unbelievable how delightful a sensation could actually be coming from her ass. She'd had no idea it could be so wonderful.
Meanwhile, Crisco's maddening tongue worming in and out of her seething pussy, added to the finger reaming her anus, jetted her to new, unknown summits of wondrous feeling. She felt as if she were being swallowed alive in a quicksand bog.
Liz suddenly felt the strangest, most maddening, most unbelievable thrill course through her entire body as her first critical climax suddenly came roaring over her, whirling about and through her like some unseen, insane tornado, suddenly sweeping her up to face a wild paroxysm of enchanting completion. It burst through her into every sensory neuron; a kiloton of overpowering sensation, unendingly running through her entire system.
She shook and shivered, slamming against the back of the sofa as her rubbery buttocks caromed high off the cushions, her closed loins yanking the head of Ed Crisco along. In the throes of blistering convulsions, her body bounced up again and again, only to hit the sofa repeatedly. Her limbs were like the jaws of a shark, unrelenting in the way they held the reason for her exploding wonderment. She squeezed them ever tighter against his head, gasping and panting until the storm within slowly began to pass.
Little by little her mind returned to reality. No wonder men and women were so loose with their morals. How could they not help it. A taste of sex was like the taste of meat to a tiger. Could a tiger be expected to go back to cereal after eating meat? Could any human being be expected to do without an orgasm after having experienced one?
Her thighs opened and released Ed Crisco. His face was mottled and bright red, but he was smiling, knowing he had won. In just a few more seconds his rampant cock would be buried all the way into the sweet, delicious pussy he'd just drained of its oils.
And Liz knew it, too.
"Did you really like doing that?" Liz asked, her youthful body trembling.
"Loved it," he replied, smacking his lips, letting his eyes wander up and down her teenage body.
"I didn't think men did things like that to women.
"You got a lot to learn, Liz-honey. Men not only do that to women, but women usually reply in kind with men."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, timidly afraid. Her youth, her naivete, and her innocence made his lust for her greater than ever.
"I'm talking about cocksucking," he explained. 'There's gonna come a time when you're gonna take my cock in your mouth and suck on it like a piece of candy until you get all the juice out."
"That's disgusting," she replied, shaking. "I'd never do a thing like that."
"Calm down, calm down," he whispered, soothingly, running his palm up and down her shoulder. "Much as I'd like to try it, we can't do everything in one night. I mean, tonight we turn you from a little girl into a woman.
"Will it hurt?" she asked.
"Maybe a little sting at first," he answered, "but after that it's pure bliss all the way."
"Okay," she nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Go ahead."
"We'll do it together, Liz-honey. It's more fun when we work on something together. You'll see."
She lay back on the couch remembering the pleasure his tongue had given her. He was telling her his cock... yes... she would call it a cock if he so wished... would give her as much bliss as, it not more than, his tongue.
His short, solid body loomed over hers as he took one hot, quivering hand and guided it to his rampant prong. Liz could feel the hot length of it along her thigh and was surprised at the heat emanating from it.
"You touch it before I put it in," Crisco told her.
Looking into his eyes, still afraid to stare at his member, she reached down and felt the burning staff with her fingertips. Her hand jumped for a moment, then she slowly brought it back. Her fingers gently curved around the tense staff, and they squeezed tentatively, feeling the shaking phallic wand almost pull out of her hand it twitched so strongly. There was a power in that cock, and not familiar with it, Liz was afraid of it.
"It feels so... strange," she whispered.
"Just ease it into you, Liz-honey," he whispered, throatily.
Taking a deep breath, Liz forced her thighs all the wider as he came closer, then jammed the fleshstick into her with violent force, shoving the thick, weighty log through the mini-like fur of her pelvic forest. The labia of her wet pussy seemed to open for just a second to surround the helmet-like head of his seething prick, closing tightly around its dome as if trying to suck it in deeper. The vaginal interior, narrow and untrammeled, now felt its walls being parted, making a path for the gigantic juggernaut as it tunneled forward into the never-before-touched core of Liz's gripping cunt. The mighty phallus continued sliding in until it was suddenly stopped by what felt like an impenetrable barrier of what-should-have-been-elastic cherry. The knob of his swollen prick could feel the solid, unyielding wall and he knew this was going to be no easy hymen to sunder.
"Liz," he whispered, feeling the tight, warm, liquid clutching of the forward part of her cunt around the first three inches of his massive meat, "you have to help. Each time I shove forward, raise your hips and counter, and we'll have that thing busted in no time. And remember, the faster we break it, the less pain there is. So here we go."
Letting the spongy glans sense the wall of hymen one more time, he slowly withdrew, cocked his hips, then chugged the battering ram forward for the first attack against the solid piece of tissue. Liz yelped, startled with unexpected pain as the tough wall of her maidenhead refused to yield.
Once more he drew back, then slammed forward, only to bounce off the cherry again... and again... and again.
"EDDIE!" she screamed, tormented anguish flooding into her sore cunt as she felt the white-hot agony slice through her.
Her cock was like some kind of irresistible force continually slamming into her so-called immovable object, applying constant powering and unrelenting pressure against what should have been a fragile piece of tissue. But the hymen remained adamant in its resistance, and the sheer torture prevented her from responding to his thrusts by launching her own loins up against his-thereby eventually bringing about the downfall of the cause of her pain. Her entire body was covered with a sheet of heavy perspiration and her breathing was ragged as she gasped and wept.
Crisco concentrated strongly on what he was doing, ignoring her pleas and cries, slamming the solid spear of his seething prick into her again and again, attempting more depth, beating over and over against the membranous barrier as his heavy scrotum launched itself against her perineum like the weight of a wrecking crane.
Through the pain, Liz suddenly felt his pistoning prick suddenly push its way in the littlest bit deeper. Her hymen was beginning to stretch. Thank God!
He slammed in again and it stretched a bit more, but with the stretching, renewed pain shuddered through her teenaged body. It was long beyond tolerance and she didn't know why she wasn't able to faint. The pain was agony beyond belief, slicing through her womb up into her belly. Still the continued powering of his monstrous cock into her tight, girlish pussy continued in an uncontrolled attack.
"Fuck back," he kept whispering. "Use those hips, raise your ass. The faster you do it, the sooner this'll be over and the good feeling'll start.
She had to do it. She had to do it or die right there on the living room sofa. In the mirror she could see the tensing of his buttocks as the asscrack became an almost invisible line, completely hiding his wrinkled asshole as he prepared to once again slam into her. She could see her own parted thighs with part of his driving tool withdrawn, ready to attack once more. The sight of it aroused her, and through the sheer agony and pain she suddenly felt the urge to have that enormous piece of hard sausage reamed all the way into her. She noted he was pushing forward again, and this time tightened her own thigh muscles, raising her body to meet his. Her cherry stretched even more, this time to its limit as his white-hot spear lanced more deeply into her, weakening the wall of tissue keeping them from their enjoyment. Now they worked in tandem, jointly laboring to rend the resisting door of her maidenhood.
He hauled his ass so far back, only his solid glans was in her tortured tunnel, and then he powered forward with the speed of lightning and continuance of a locomotive. His solid turret of cock sliced cleanly through her membrane, tearing it to countless fleshy shreds.
"Yaaaagggghhhh!" she bellowed, her voice suddenly changing from helpless little girl to agonized woman, as her face blanched, and pain etched itself into her youthful features, for an instant, and only for an instant, making her appear aged. Hot tears fell from both eyes in flood as if in sorrow at the loss of her virginity.
The mighty thundering cylinder of cock roared into the vast emptiness of her virginal cunt like a stiff, burning poker, wedging the interior of her unused cunt wide apart, ramming farther and farther until total penetration had been achieved. Liz felt as if a 747 had rocketed through the cloudy center of her being, and would continue shooting through her until it came out through her throat.
With the solid mass of gristle plugging it so thoroughly, the walls of her steaming pussy had no choice but to expand even more, making more space for the rigid muscle which had so thoroughly impaled her. Instinctively she tightened her pussy muscles, applying a crushing grip on his masculine poker, overwhelming and squashing it in the flaming depths of her knotted center, determined to wreak revenge on it for the pain, humiliation, and suffering it had caused her. Her ass bounced wildly back against the sofa cushions as though letting him know her roiling center was in turmoil to destroy his siege engine.
Their torsos slammed and shocked into one another, stomach smacking against perspiration-covered tummy, crushing against one another with the fierceness of wild, fucking rabbits. The pressure between their bellies would have equalled anything generated by a drill press.
Liz found the pain slowly beginning to fade. A delightful feeling was invading her body as his driving cock was soaked in the thick slipperiness of their joint lascivity, combined with the few drops of blood released by her shredded hymen. Liz could feel more and more pleasure flooding through her body as the pain almost completely disappeared. What little there was left seemed to enhance the pleasure sensations even more. Her arms held him tightly, her palms pressed against his shoulder-blades as their mouths clashed together like symbolic cymbals.
"Oh yesssss," she hissed, her mouth still pressed to his. "Fuck me good, Ed. Keep on fucking. Oooohh, it feels so wonderfulllll. Uhhhh... yes... yes... fuck... fuck... fffffffuuuuuuccck meeeeeeeee... "
And then her orgasm hit her, a second culmination, but this one, as if to make up for the pain she'd felt, was twice as intense as the first one she'd had, and she screamed a "WOWWWVWV!" as she came, thrilling to the way he fed every last fraction of cock into her. The rubbery point of his piercing prick rubbed the very neck of her womb, triggering some unknown source of additional pleasure within her, reaching farther and deeper, creating greater thrills than she'd believed possible.
"Urrrggghh... hunnnh... " he grunted, slamming his thighs hard against her, his pelvis grinding against hers as flesh kissed flesh.
"Ooooooooh!" Liz cried out, feeling the final, ultimate glory of sensational excitement tremble through her.
Her cunt slammed itself hard against his tight balls, responding in multiple waves of climactic thrills as pleasure trembled through her body with overpowering totality. She felt every part of her inner being swept up in the beat of the mad, insane fuck.
She felt Crisco's heavy prick suddenly enlarge to even greater thickness before it actually sprayed a geyser of burning and splashing sperm, enthralling her with its liquid squishiness. Even with his solid hose buried all the way inside her, Liz could smell the animal-arousal odor of the spunk shooting into her and clutched Crisco all the more tightly to her, kissing his face, biting his lips, sucking his tongue as the burning white fluid continued pulsing into her, making her writhe all the more sensuously in a thrill that seemed never-ending.
"Yes, Ed," she finally whispered, holding him all the more closely to her. "Oh, yes, it's so-o-o-o wonderful."
And then he collapsed, spreading his form on hers. It was the best thing to ever happen lo her. She was glad he had acceded to his desires. Nothing would ever feel as good, again. And she fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
"Elizabeth!"
Her name came to her as if out of a fog. It was being screeched out and roared out at the same time. Little by little she rose out of the funk into which she had fallen.
Ed Crisco's naked body was still on top of hers. He was only first awakening, himself.
"Huh?" he asked. "Whazzamatter?"
"My God!" another voice, high-pitched, screeched. "Frank, look at her."
"Elizabeth, how could you?"
Suddenly Liz realized she was hearing the voices of her mother and father.
Oh my God! she thought. Oh, my God!
To be caught naked like this, in front of her parents. She felt ashamed. Her entire body reddened.
"You," her father yelled at Ed Crisco, who immediately uncunted.
Liz couldn't help noticing how shrunken and wormy his once-majestic cock now looked. If the situation weren't so serious, she would have actually laughed.
"How dare you come into my house and rape my daughter like this," her father was yelling at Crisco. "I'll have you thrown in prison for the rest of your life."
"Father, no!" Liz yelled. "Please father, don't. I love him."
Crisco, whose head was still dizzy, was hurrying into his clothes, not knowing what to do at that point. To let her parents know he had fucked their daughter and so no longer cared about her would be tantamount to prison for the next ten years. He didn't dare admit it. To claim he loved and wanted to marry her would be almost as bad. Hell! he'd be stuck with this teenage quiff for the rest of his life. She wasn't a bad looker, but still, marriage. Shit! He wasn't ready for that. On the other hand he was even less ready to go to prison.
"Elizabeth," her mother was weeping. "How could you?"
Liz looked past her mother at the living room clock and saw it was past two in the morning. She and Ed Crisco had really slept after that wonderful fucking. She was madly in love with him. She had to protect him at all costs.
"I want to marry Ed, mother," Liz said. "We're sort of engaged."
"I'll say you're engaged," her father roared. "You were engaged in sexual intercourse. That was where the engagement began and ended."
"Father," Liz protested. "Ed and I are mad about each other. Isn't that right, Ed?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, right," Crisco nodded, realizing it was his only out. Well, what the hell! She was young, beautiful, and he could always mold her to his way of total fucking. Besides, she'd still be young when he started getting old. Marriage to her had certain advantages.
The disadvantages soon became equally apparent. Her parents finally gave their consent, and even before the ceremony took place Crisco found Liz was trying to act the part of the stronger partner. He didn't dare go near her physically again until after they were married, and there was always one parent or another around when he was with her, helping her shop for her trousseau. She began showing him off to her stupid young friends, attempting to boss him around in front of them, playing the spoiled brat. Shit! He needed that like a hole in the head. But he'd given his word and he couldn't back out now, not unless he , wanted to spend a decade in prison. Neither could he run away from it all. His construction company was located right here, in the small village. All his money was in the company. That was something else he would have to rectify in the future. It was time to start saving up, putting aside large amounts of unreported cash, or better yet, bearer bonds. They were as good as cash, but most people didn't realize that. Most robbers didn't want to bother with anything other than cash or jewelry, so bearer bonds would be the best idea.
In the meantime, although Liz was having a ball preparing for her oncoming wedding, she realized something: she was getting hot and bothered and all worked up. She was in dire need of some kind of sexual relief and with her parents hanging around her all the time it was impossible.
The days passed with maddening slowness, and the nights were even slower. Her period came, letting her know she wasn't pregnant, and then it went.
Finally the wedding day arrived. The guest list was small, and it was decided she would have a civil ceremony rather than a religious one.
And before she realized it, Liz Traum was Liz Crisco. There was a brief party, then everyone went their separate ways, with Ed Crisco taking Liz to his small house, nearby.
"What kind of a dump is this?" Liz asked, as he carried her across the threshold and she saw a house in total disarray.
"This is home," he snapped, dropping her on a seedy-looking sofa. "And now that you're here, I expect you to make it look livable."
"Now?" she asked, astonished.
"Tomorrow'll be soon enough," he agreed, walking back, into the bedroom.
Liz, her bridal train dragging on the floor, followed. The sight of the bedroom was even worse than the living room. The mahogany furniture was all broken down. The huge double bed was canted to one side, the mattress half off the box spring. The sheet covering the mattress was stained and nearly black with dried perspiration.
"We can't sleep on that," she almost sobbed. "Clean sheets are in the lined closet," he told her, pointing to a hall closet.
"I thought we would go off on a honeymoon."
"Can't afford the time. I have a business to run. Maybe in a year or two."
"We certainly could have spent this one night at a hotel."
"Why? It's a waste of money. I mean, this is a perfectly good house. Once you get it cleaned up you'll learn to love it."
Liz felt depressed. Here it was, her bridal night, and while still in her bridal gown she was changing bedsheets. It was humiliating. Perhaps her mother had been right. Perhaps she was too young for a married life. Not that it mattered anymore. Before he'd left the bridal party, her father had warned her not to come running home to mama or papa if she wasn't happy. She had made her bed, now she would have to lie in it. She hurriedly changed the sheets, then went into the small bathroom where she undressed and quickly showered. Luckily she found one dry, fairly clean towel and was able to dry herself off.
All the while she dreamed of feeling her husband's cock filling the aching void between her thighs. Oh God! How she so desperately needed it. Ever since that night he'd broken her cherry, a little more than a month earlier, she had been dreaming of nothing except the feel of his weighty prick slamming into her again.
"Shower's empty," she sang, coming out of the bathroom in a white, diaphanous nightgown.
"So what?" Crisco asked.
"Well I figured you might want to take another shower."
"Another shower? What the hell are you talking about. This isn't Saturday night. I took my shower yesterday, Saturday, and I'll take another shower next Saturday. I don't get that dirty between showers, even when I'm workin' all day. And hell, I haven't done any work since Saturday afternoon, just before I took my shower. So stop worrying."
"Ed, darling, now that we're married don't you think we should try our best to please each other?"
"Sure, Liz-honey. You start pleasing me, and then I'll begin pleasing you. For starters, what say we pick up where we left off when your parents interrupted us."
"Oooooh, that'd be wonderful," she squealed, hopping into the bed. "Come and lick my pussy again."
"I already did that the last time. When I said we pick up from where we left off, I mean we continue on, not repeating what we've already done. It's time for newer, more pleasant variations."
'like what?"
"Remember you asked me if I liked licking your little twat?"
"Uh huh."
"Remember," he continued, now undressing himself, throwing his clothes on a broken-down stool off to the side, "I told you I loved lapping your muff."
"Yes."
"And I also told you women retaliated by sucking men's cocks."
"Uhh. I'll say now what I said then. That's disgusting."
"Not really, Liz-honey. Women learn to love cocksucking as much as men enjoy cuntlapping. And it's time for your first lesson."
"Ed, now," she whimpered, staring at the heavy, lengthy pole between his thighs.
She could see the light brown hair covering his pelvis, and she shuddered at the way his cock was extending itself toward her, hardening as if beckoning to her to come and suck it. In the yellow light of the room's lone ceiling bulb, she could see the whiteness of the shank interwound with countless blue, bumpy-looking veins. And his large, red glans was breathing all by itself, swelling and receding. Even as she stared at it she felt greater lust building inside her.
"This is your lord and master," Crisco told her, surrounding her hips with his loins, pressing his leaking cock into her hairy pubis, making her think he might not be about to carry out his awful threat after all.
He ran his weighty dong back and forth against her pubes, letting the oil from it fall into her jungle of short, dark curls, lancing wild, burning feelings of delicious torment through her. The flaming hardness of it pressing into her pelvis made Liz groan. She wanted it buried in her steaming cunt more than ever.
Please, she thought silently. Please Ed, fuck me, fuck me. I'm your wife. Now you can fuck me all you want. You wanted me before. You must still want me now. Oh please Ed, fuck me.
The weighty dong slapped against her body as he slowly began crawling higher, letting its leaking knob press into her flat belly and smear its seeping liquid across her flesh. His spearing cock seemed aimed straight up the middle of her torso. With his knees pressing into the bed on both sides of her torso, she felt the flaming prick rub between her budding tits.
"Maybe I should make you squeeze those round boobs together while I rub my prick between them and eventually shoot a load into your face," he taunted.
The enlarged, slimy cock was nestled in the valley between her round tits, and Ed stared at her face, trying to see what kind of reaction he was awakening in her. All she could see was anxiety.
Liz wasn't positive he still wanted her to suck his meat, and she was hoping he'd do something else. The feel of his weighty phallus resting between her perfectly-shaped knobs was fantastically arousing. He rolled the staff from one side to the other, letting it press against each nipple in turn. The nutlike points of her breasts swelled and hardened even more, enlarging into flaming points. The feel of his cock made her lick her lips nervously, and she felt an even more delicious shudder trip through her when she sensed his testicles lying against the undercurves of her breasts. The short, curly hair on his pelvis and balls seemed like steel wool against her tender flesh, scratching her all the more as he let his meat roll and slide from one tit to the other.
"You really like it, don't you, Liz?" he smirked. "Good. It'll make what you have to do that much easier. I can already smell the anxiety flooding from your sweet little pussy."
He began sliding up even more, pushing his solid shaft through the vale of her breasts until its rubbery point was pressing against her chin, bouncing off her lower jaw and chin while his balls rubbed the area above her tits, and her nipples scraped the flatness of his hairy buttocks.
"Come on, Liz," he urged, "open those soft lips and welcome my cock. You know you have a secret urge to suck it."
Liz's eyes were wide open with fright. Her lips were clamped tightly shut. He couldn't mean it. He just couldn't mean it. How could he think she would consider putting that thing in her mouth?
Leaning forward, his weight on the palms of his hands, Ed slid the littlest bit forward, holding his waggling prick directly over his young bride's clamped lips. Liz could feel it bumping against her mouth, feeling the seminal lubricant smear itself on her lips.
"Open wide, Liz-honey," he insisted. "Believe me, once you try it, you'll love it. I've been right about everything so far. You didn't want to fuck until I insisted, and now you have a cunt hotter than a metal-melting blast furnace. So just open that sweet, tight little mouth of yours and take my cock inside, because if you don't, I'm going to have to force it in, and then instead of letting me suck you off, I'll fuck your mouth, and you won't like it."
Liz's nostrils flared at the heavy scent coming from Crisco's crotch. Part of the odor was from his being in heat. She knew he was in heat, all right. The rest of the odor came from being confined in sweaty underpants. Damn him! If he'd only washed it, first. She went out of her way to keep her body clean for him. He could at least do as much for her.
"Open that fucking mouth, Liz," he snapped, becoming impatient.
Liz shook her head from side to side, doing her best to focus her eyes on his firm body above her rather than on the bouncing cock he was trying to force down her throat. But his thick cock kept moving back and forth, continually remaining in her line of sight. She could feel his scrotum bouncing against her throat and chin, now, and though she wouldn't admit it to herself, the strong scent was getting her hotter. Still her mouth remained tightly closed. There were some things she just wouldn't do, and now that he'd married her he might as well find it out.
"But Ed Crisco was not in the mood to learn. He was going to teach. With a nasty smile on his leering face, he continued rubbing his heavy cock against her lips, directly beneath her nose. Damn him! She was getting dizzy. She had to breathe.
She tried turning her head to the side, but Crisco put a palm against her forehead, preventing her from turning, pinching her nostrils with his fingers as he purposely smeared his seeping penis across the lips and nostrils.
"Suck it!" he snapped.
She wanted to shake her head negatively, but his hand held her head steady. Instead she made a throaty sound behind her closed lips.
What kind of a man had she married. Liz thought he would be kind, gentle and loving as he'd been that first time. Instead he had turned into an unspeakable ogre, attempting to force her to do horrible, unspeakable things. She was only fifteen years old, and she had suddenly saddled herself with a vicious, overpowering bully with which she would have to spend the rest of her life.
Her brain was getting foggy. She needed air. He wouldn't let her breathe through her nose. She had no choice. She had to open her mouth to breathe. She tried letting the air slip in between her closed lips, but all she could smell and taste was the heavy, sweaty odor of his crotch.
He was still smearing her lips with his cock juices, and it was beginning to get to her. In spite of not wanting to suck his monstrous pole, she found herself drooling at the prospect. The odors emanating from his groin were not disgusting, but arousing. Her pussy was beginning to palpitate and she could feel herself creaming madly.
"Come on, Liz-honey," he was all but screaming, his voice sounding more venomous than ever. "You know damn well you want to suck this dong of mine. So just open your bitchy little mouth and let me slide it right in."
"No," she responded, her teeth still clenched. "Ed, don't do this terrible thing. Don't... Ed... " and suddenly felt the drubbing point pressed between her tender lips, rubbing against her teeth. But that was as far as his spongy cock tip got, its dripping liquid covering her teeth.
"Open the fucking mouth, Liz," he snapped, ramming against the barrier of her teeth. "Try it just once. I promise, you'll love it as much as I enjoyed eating out that delicious cunt of yours. Come on, Liz-honey."
"Never!" she wailed, foolishly opening her mouth.
Now she could taste his cock, with its gamy flavor. Her tongue snapped out without her being able to control it and ran across the smooth, rubbery, onion-shaped top. The heavy flavor made her drool even more, and suddenly the sizzling between her thighs was a full-fledged inferno. He released her nose, letting her smell more of his maleness, and her lips and tongue surrounded the head of his cock, instantly noting the difference in texture from the other parts of the body. She could feel the vellicating of the heavy prick point, as though it had a separate existence all its own.
It was crazy, it was maddening, yet she suddenly realized she had to know what it was like to have more of the hard length in her mouth. Without realizing it, she parted her teeth wider, letting her tongue provide the sliding board for his cock as it rode effortlessly right to the back of her mouth, its thick head pressing into the soft palate in back.
"Thatta girl," Crisco whispered, and balanced himself on his knees so he could pound his seething member in and out of her mouth as she foamed his heavy glans with saliva, letting her tongue thrill to the wonder of the sleek solidity of the underside of his aching cock. The different feel and thrilling taste sent wild sensations of delight charging through her. A wild, uncontrollable primitiveness surged through her.
"Eat it, baby," Crisco sang, happily jazzing his joystick in and out of her mouth with rapid strokes. "Eat the whole goddamn thing."
And she ate it. Her mouth was filled to overflowing with cock, and in spite of her tremendous arousal she almost choked at one point when he tried stuffing more of it into her esophagus.
"Keep sucking," Crisco yelled.
Liz had no idea what she should exactly do. Even so, she had to do her best. She had to press her lips tightly around the seething staff while her tongue slid back and forth along the underpart of his heavy shaft. Her throat constricted around his swollen glans, sucking madly on it. She could feel her saliva falling out of her mouth, dribbling down the sides of her cheeks, but she didn't care. Suddenly she found herself caught up in the whirlwind of sucking his cock.
Crisco was bent all the way forward, all but sitting on her lovely face, his balls pounding against her chin as he foraged farther and farther down her throat, feeling her gullet slowly opening without her choking.
Liz could only see his hairy pelvis now as her hands ran up and down the flatness of his ass. It was as if everything had suddenly become a man's groin and she was in the center of it all. She was trapped in the center of masculine lascivity for the rest of her life, and she began to realize she was enjoying it, even if it wasn't bringing her the desired relief she so badly needed.
Her mouth slurped up and down the length of his thrusting dork, letting her tongue wrap itself around the pole, actually feeling the tiny, eye-like hole in the phallic head press against her palate.
Liz suddenly realized she was almost as thrilled as her husband. Her lower torso was bouncing all over the bed, her slender thighs trying to rub together. Boiling oil continuously re-lubricated her seething snatch wishing to be filled with the thick prick now plugging her mouth.
She sucked more adamantly, demanding to feel a thrill from the inplunging cock, wishing there were two of them so one could fill her cunthole, as well. A river to sputum now poured from her mouth down the sides of her face and her chin., Liz paid no attention to the drool. Nor did she notice her husband was perspiring heavily, large drops of sweat running along his inner thighs, dripping from between his smelly buttocks, running down his scrotum and dripping into her face and throat.
He was slamming in and out of her mouth like a wild ramrod, the solid meat scrubbing against her tongue as it continuously made its way to the back of her throat, feeling the slight, sensitive scrape of her teeth, and rubbing hard against her tight lips.
His thighs pressed tightly around her cheeks as he began bouncing wildly, actually throwing his heavy prick down her gullet, then withdrawing to where her lips Caressed his seething glans, only to once again plunge back in. She sucked wildly, thrilling to the taste of him now, not able to get enough cock. She found her head in the clouds, concentrating on compressing her lips all the more to create greater thrills for the man whose cock she now sucked.
Yes, she could understand how he enjoyed eating her cunt. She wanted to swallow his balls into her mouth as well, but there just wasn't any room no matter how hard she tried.
"My God!" she heard him suddenly yell. "Oh my God! Uhhh! It feels so... great. Just keep it up, Liz. Just keep sucking. Godddd... I knew you'd be a great cocksucker. I just knew it."
His entire body was shuddering as he stiffened. She could feel his slamming prod swell to even greater thickness. She remembered when it had happened that first night it was the prelude to his emptying his balls into her. And he didn't disappoint her this time, either. His heaving prong suddenly blasted a load of burning white sauce down her gullet.
For one short instant Liz thought she would be sick. She wanted to tear her head away to avoid the creamy flow, but even as she thought it, she felt the heavy liquid warming her belly and she realized she was sucking with the avidity of a babe at its mother's teat.
"Yahoo!" Crisco yelled. "Drink it down, Liz, honey. Drink it all down. It's full of protein and it's good for you. Almost no calories, and definitely no carbohydrates. Suck you wonderful bitch, suck!"
Liz didn't bother thinking up a reply. Even if she had one she wouldn't have been able to express it. Her mouth was still full of his erect masculinity, though she was beginning to detect a softness.
"Don't let a drop escape," Crisco urged, but he needn't have said it. Even as Liz finished draining him all of his sperm, she withdrew his shrunken hose and proceeded licking his cock and balls all around until his genitalia were washed clean.
"That was fantastic," Ed Crisco said, complimenting his new wife on her fellating abilities as he pulled his thighs from around her head and fell on the bed.
"What about me?" Liz asked, feeling a greater need than ever.
"What about you?" he asked, his voice suddenly hollow as he began yawning.
"Ed, I'm going crazy. Please, you have to do something for me."
"Sure, Liz, sure. In a minute. Just let me get over this tired feeling."
He yawned, then pointed to the light switch near the door and said, "Turn off the light, Liz, honey."
She got out of bed, turned off the light, then came back. As she crawled beneath the covers, her flaming twat hotter than the blazing fires of hell, she heard Crisco snore. He had fallen asleep.
Oh God! she wept silently. What am I going to do now?
Her entire body shuddered, vibrating as thrills shot through it as her finger touched her clit.
No! No! She had tried masturbating more than once since Crisco first fucked her, and for some unknown reason she was unable to bring herself off. Though it felt enjoyable at first, all it did was build up her frustrations.
What was the use. Maybe she'd be able to wake him up in the middle of the night. If not, perhaps she'd get something from him in the morning. After all, she had a desirable body. There was no reason why he shouldn't fuck her. He had really enjoyed it that first lime. Besides, didn't she prove she loved him, marrying him at so tender an age? He would fuck her. He would fuck her.
CHAPTER THREE
"Wake up, Liz."
"Huh?"
"Wake up. It's seven o'clock, and I'll be going to work shortly."
"Huh?" she muttered again.
She had finally fallen asleep at about four thirty in the morning and now she felt dead. The excitement in her cunt had temporarily receded, being overcome by sheer exhaustion. And now, two and a half hours later, she was but dead to the world.
"Jesus Christ!" she heard him snap as if through a mental fog. "Get your ass outta bed, already. I need some breakfast before I go."
Slowly she began to awaken and saw him standing, stark naked, in the middle of the bedroom floor.
"Too tired," she muttered. "Too tired to move. Lemme sleep."
"The hell with that. You have a house to take care of."
"Have to go to school," she murmured.
"You forget about school from now on," he reiterated. "From this point on you're Mrs. Ed Crisco, and I'll teach you everything you need to know."
"You sure didn't do such a hot job last night."
"Wrong, babe. Last night I taught you how to blow, and you became an expert your first time around. Now get that ass outta bed before I take my belt to it."
"Oh, fuck it!" she mumbled, cursing for the first time in her life.
"Now there's the best idea you've had all morning."
"What?"
"That's just what I'll do. I'll fuck your ass."
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"You came up with a brilliant idea, Liz-honey. We'll further your sex education right now." Her mind snapped awake. "You mean you're ready to fuck me, Ed?"
"Right in your tight little ass, honey."
"My ass."
"Right. And it was you who gave me the idea."
"Oh Ed, not another session of pain."
"Nah! This'll hardly hurt at all."
"Then will you fuck me in front?"
"No can do, Liz. I have to go to work. Besides, I'm only good for one shot at a time. But you wiggle that ass of yours nicely now, and maybe I'll give it to you the other way tonight."
"No, Ed," she objected, but before she could say more, he had her spun over onto her belly. He used his belt looped around her knees and tied it around her waist to keep her in a kneeling position, displaying her tight, round ass to him in all its youthful splendor. What delicious, round, creamy cheeks. It was going to be a pleasure fitting his throbbing cock into that small hole.
From sleepy indifference Liz had gone to wide-awake terror. He was about to invade another of her orifices; one she had never dreamed he would go after. What bothered her most was the idea she might enjoy being fucked there, as well. She realized she was a confirmed fellatrice, and would suck his cock anytime he asked. She had loved sucking him off.
In the dresser mirror, she saw him kneeling behind her, admiring her ass, caressing the white cheeks, fingering her anal center lightly. She could feel him pushing a finger into her soggy pussy and taking some cream out to place against her asshole.
"What a gorgeous bumhole," he whispered. "Liz, it's gonna be a real pleasure squeezing my cock in there."
"Ed, why are you doing this?" she asked, almost resigned to what was about to happen. "Why do you want to hurt me?"
"Come off it, Liz. I'm just showing you all the different ways there are to fuck. Now you just keep that ass propped up there nice and steady."
She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, unable to move because of the way his belt held her. He was standing behind her, and in the dresser mirror she could see him bringing his red, rampant cock closer to her anus. Just seeing how thick his cock was in comparison to the narrowness of her asshole made her shudder. He was dreaming if he really expected to fit such a heavy tool into her tight little rectum. He pressed it against the resisting sphincter and shoved, and Liz felt as if a cylinder of dry ice were being forced into her.
Icy sweat made her shudder as the bitterness of the cock seemed to chill her asshole to the point where she thought she was getting a cold burn.
"Aaaaooogggghhh!" she yelped as he began forcing the thick, heavy head into her tight ass.
Her sphincter continued resisting, yet the force of his cock, continually pushing, forced it to ever-so-slowly yield. Pain! Throbbing pain. She had no idea it would hurt anywhere near this much. When he'd broken her tough hymen it hadn't hurt this much.
"Eddddd... " she wailed, tears pouring from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, dripping onto the bedsheet beneath. "It hurts, oh God! It hurts! I can't take much more of this. Oh God!"
The anal walls of her asshole protested the wedge making its way through her. She writhed in torment as the hard piece of gristle jammed its way further in. It felt as if the solid cock would tear out the membranes in her ass. Heavier sweat broke out all over her tender young body. The agony was unbearable. If only she could faint.
She felt him withdraw his pole part of the way, then cram it farther up into her tight anal recesses. She panted and sobbed, silently pleading her husband hurry and end it. What kind of pleasure could he be deriving from this?
Once again, through the haze of pain, there came another, more enjoyable, rising feeling. It mingled with the hurt and made the feel of the cock in her asshole bearable.
He was pumping as regularly into her bumhole as he'd screwed into her cunt that first time, or even as he'd fucked into her mouth the previous night. That jackhammer of his was rapidly pumping wild new sensations into her asshole.
Damn him! Damn him! Why had he come along and done all this to her? She was beginning to enjoy the feel of his cock in her rectum. Damn him! It wasn't Ed who fascinated her any longer. It was his cock. She was madly in love with the phallic extension coming from between his smelly, hairy, bowlegged, ugly thighs.
Now the cock began to wildly thrust into her, and her own body shoved back in time to the way he was pronging her ass. Her fists clutched handfuls of the bedcovers as she grunted and once even farted because of the air he was driving into her. His knees banged against the bed as he forced his thighs forward, shoving his reamer deep into the tight, constricting center of her bowels.
"Ohhhhhh!" she grunted.
"Wild, huh?" he replied, screwing his cock into her ass harder, thrilling to the sensation of her rubbery asscheeks against his thighs. God, but she had one helluva tight ass. It was tighter than her crushing pussy, and that was really tight.
"I can't pump back anymore," she called to him, letting her head fall to the bed in a weary pose. "I just can't."
"Just keep that beautiful ass in place and I'll pump away myself," he assured her.
Her asshole seemed to be widening, and his ramming in and out was making her hotter even if she was too exhausted to pump, herself. Her nipples were swollen and ached with excitement. She tightened, as if trying to prevent herself from eliminating, and the pressure around his cock was overwhelming.
"Thatta girl," he told her. "Thatta girl. Do it again. Keep on doing it. It feels great."
She rotated her hips slightly, not able to move them too much, but the motion made her feel as if his fat cock had driven all the way up into her belly. She could feel every solid inch of it inside her. It seemed to bulge and swell even more, while her asshole, even while opening to let his juiced cock fit inside, tightened by itself to clutch that cock and make sparks shoot through him.
Crisco was clawing at her back, panting and gasping now as he violently thrust his prong in over and over. Liz could feel his heat getting the better of him. He would be coming shortly.
With her head resting on the bed, she could look back along the length of the front of her body and was able to see the way his seething cock worked in and out of her ass. Between the dangling opening of her breasts she could see the full length of his stovepipe prick running in and out as his thighs approached and retreated in time to his pumping. And she could see those balls of his. She had come to love his balls almost as much as his cock. The next time she went down on him she would taste those balls, as well.
The sight of it all set her to writhing again, rotating her hips wildly and squirming around on his fleshy skewer. He was pumping into her with more and greater speed, ramming his prong far and deep, making her feel as if something good would happen to her, as well.
There was a tensing in her cunt, as if her pussy wanted to come, and it would have come had a cock been rammed into it. But the cock was busy in her ass, and she hadn't learned to develop her anal senses yet. Later, Liz would achieve anal orgasms as well as vaginal ones, but at that moment she couldn't. All she could do was watch her ass continue to suck up his scorching cock until the prong bulged inside her and he exploded fiercely, sending a great hot wad of come juice streaming into her large intestine. Hot, burning seed spurted into her anal canal again and again, and though she twitched and churned, she was unable to get anything from it save for the greasy sensation of his hot jism squirting through her.
She felt his cock beginning to deflate and hurried her ass back and forth against its shriveling length in the hope of being able to feel something inside her. But it was not to be. His prick was soon a shrunken worm again, popping out of her squeezing asshole, limp and empty.
Damn him! Damn him! He was good for one shot each time, and he made sure he got his pleasure, but he wasn't doing a thing for her. She could feel the frustration building up inside her, driving her crazy.
"Okay," he snapped, smacking her ass. "Get that butt of yours out of bed and make be breakfast."
"Breakfast?" she echoed. "I never made breakfast for anyone, myself included, in my life."
"Yeah, well you ain't someone's little girl anymore. You're a wife. I'll go to the diner this morning, but starting tomorrow, you have hot coffee and rolls and eggs and bacon for me. Dig? Oh yeah, I come home for lunch, and I'll expect something different every day."
"Well I expect something too," she sobbed. "You married me because you loved me. And I loved you. And I still do. And you're supposed to fuck me."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. You'll get fucked... if and when I think it's time f'you to get it. I'll see you around lunchtime."
And before Liz realized it, he was gone.
She was too pent up to go back to bed, so she spend the morning cleaning the house, making it look livable. Then she took some chopped meat from the refrigerator and, with the aid of a cookbook someone had given her for a wedding gift, made some hamburgers, along with a can of corn, and when Crisco came home, she had the lunch, along with a cup of instant coffee, on the table for him.
"Not bad," he admitted. 'The hamburgers were better than the stuff I get at Burger King, but I don't want hamburgers every day. You make sure you have something really exotic for supper, like a good lamb stew."
"How about hot pussy?" she asked.
"Don't get smart, Liz-honey. I work all day and provide for you. The least you can do is see to it my food's cooked and my house is clean. Dig?"
"I didn't marry you just to keep house," she cried.
"Well what the hell else did you marry me for? I mean, it couldn't have been just for my cock. You could've had all the cock you wanted without getting married. Mine or anyone else's for that matter."
And he left.
The next month passed agonizingly for Liz. She cooked, cleaned, mended, and in return was constantly assfucked or mouthfucked. Not once did he go into her cunt, nor did he go down on her. And he came once, each time, and then rolled over and went to sleep leaving her just the littlest bit more frustrated than before.
CHAPTER FOUR
She was going insane. At this rate she knew she would never last another month. She needed a cock more urgently than an addict needed a fix.
Then came the night of their first anniversary, exactly one month after their marriage. She was determined to seduce him and make him fuck her in the cunt. She needed that orgasm more than a mart dying of thirst needed water.
She bathed, perfumed herself, and put on her prettiest mini-dress, and waited... and waited... and waited. At ten o'clock she realized he just wouldn't be coming home for awhile.
The doorbell rang. She hurried to the door, thinking Crisco might have forgotten his key. When she opened it she saw it was Byron, Crisco's assistant. Byron lived in a little apartment right over their home. He was only six years older than she, and he was much taller than Crisco. He had frizzy blond hair, with a long nose, and couldn't exactly be classified as handsome, though he wasn't exactly ugly. He was on the skinny side and looked very ungainly.
"What's wrong?" she asked, letting him come in. "Where's Ed?".
"Uhh, he told me to tell you not t'wait up for him," Byron said.
"Why, where is he?"
"Well, he just said you shouldn't wait up. He'll be home later."
"When is later?"
"Maybe two or three in the morning."
"This is one heck of a way to celebrate our first month anniversary."
"Well, if you're lonesome, I could always come in and we could spend some time together."
"Byron, what are you suggesting?"
"Well hell, Ed ain't gonna get back for quite awhile. If you're in the mood, we could, maybe, have ourselves a time of it."
"Are you suggesting I should be unfaithful to Ed?"
"Why not?"
"Byron, how could you even think such a thing."
"You gotta be kiddin', Liz. You're one helluva swell lookin' piece. Everybody on the block is thinkin' that way about you. He ain't no young guy anymore. I'll bet he has one hard time gettin' it up enough to make you happy."
"Byron, my personal life is none of your business."
"Not if I ain't part of it. And I'd sure like to be part of it."
"Byron, I couldn't consider being unfaithful to Ed. He's my husband and he loves me."
"Yeah, sure."
"Well golly, what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're still a young kid with a lot to learn."
"And you're so much older than I am?"
"No, but I been around a lot more'n you. Maybe Ed loves you, but it ain't no reason for him not to be with you instead of where he's at."
"Byron, are you saying you know where Ed is?"
"Sure. Only I didn't wanna tell you."
"Why not?"
"Look, what Ed usually does is his own business, see. I mean, I don't got the right to tell him what's right and what ain't right."
"Byron, where is he?"
"He's out gettin' laid."
"What???"
"You heard me, Liz. He's out gettin' laid, and it don't make much sense, considering he has somethin' like you waiting for him here at home. So I figured, if you'd like to kinda get even, or maybe if you just have the hots or somethin', well maybe you and I should do a twosome."
"Byron, I don't believe Ed is being unfaithful to me."
"I betcha he is."
"I'll take that bet."
"I'll betcha a hundred bucks against your pussy."
"Byron!"
"Too scared to take the bet, huh? Afraid you might lose and then you'll have to put out for me. Well, I'll tell you what. Forget about bettin'. I'll show you for yourself. Get a coat. It's chilly out."
Liz took a blue cloth coat from her hall closet and followed Byron to his station wagon outside. He held the door open for her, then got in his side and drove off. He drove for ten minutes, then pulled up in front of a motel. "Here?" she asked.
"C'mon and see for yourself," he invited, getting out of the car.
He led her past a dozen different units, coming to the end of the line of rooms. They turned the corner, and there, at the corner, was an open window. It looked out on the rear of the motel, where there were lots of trees and where no one would normally go. And that was why the window was open and the shade was up.
Byron stood off to the side and motioned to the window. Liz tiptoed up to the window and peered inside... and was almost shocked enough to yell.
Ed Crisco was in there, stark naked, with a chubby blonde. The girl had to be at least ten years older than Liz, and her tits were so large, they hung like two pendulums. They were standing together in the middle of the room, he clutching her, she holding him.
Liz could see the blond woman running her hands up and down over her husband's body, touching him here and there with her fingers as if examining him, learning all about his body through touch. His hard prick was being held prisoner by her pudgy thighs and they were swaying back and forth as if dancing to music. Every now and again she would twitch her loins back and forth, massaging his meaty cock.
Crisco ran his hands up and down the blonde's spine. He was letting his fingers dance on the trestle of her backbone, moving lower and lower until he felt her blossoming asscheeks.
Liz snorted to herself, knowing the woman's ass wasn't half as good as her own. She watched as her husband lowered his head and began kissing the other woman's nipples. She watched him suck the blonde's tits into his mouth one by one, and it made her hot all over. God! Why didn't he come home and do this with her? She was dying to feel his lips suckle her own nipples. The son of a bitch.
She watched as Crisco forced the blonde back to the bed, and when the woman lay down, his mouth was all over her belly, kissing it, nibbling at her navel, licking lower, kissing every bit of her stomach. When his tongue got to her thighs, Liz could see the blonde's belly sucking in as she held her breath in anticipation of what was to come. His tongue was licking the boles of her thighs, first the right one, then the left one. He licked using his tongue like a swab, running it all over the blonde's thigh flesh. And then, abruptly, he plunged his tongue straight into the sopping honeypot beneath her not-so-blond pelvis. The tongue flicked in and out with rapid strokes, moving faster than any cock, making the blonde pant wildly as she rolled on the bed. Then Liz saw her husband's lips close on the blonde's quivering clit. He sucked it in and rolled it around on his tongue, making the woman yelp and sigh. The woman forced her heavy hips up at his eager mouth, arching her back and clamping her teeth shut to keep herself from screaming. She was already on the verge of coming. Her hips rotated in a wild, pumping, spiraling motion with a thrust at his mouth each time she approached it.
"Oh, God, God, God, God, God... " the woman was moaning. "Don't stop now. For the love of God, don't stop now."
Liz could see Crisco's jaws working as he sucked harder, pressing on the other woman's shivering clit, making her scream. His teeth actually seemed to be biting into her clit, and she was acting as if the walls of her cunt were collapsing inward.
Her thighs tightened around Crisco's head, completely imprisoning it, forcing his face into the very core of her burning hole. Her loins tightened for a moment, and Liz could hear the squishy sound of the blonde's labia rubbing against Crisco's mouth.
Finally she let Liz's husband up for air.
She lay there, her thighs half drawn up and wide apart, saying "Fuck me now."
He fell on top of her quivering body, his cock being held by his hand, guided toward her dripping cunt. The blonde was humming with satisfaction, knowing she'd get hers no matter what. Her loins were already rotating as he brought his cock to it and rammed it right in, splitting her up in the middle. The urging prick rode all the way up into the woman, feeling tight resistance at first, almost feeling pain because her cunt seemed to grab so tightly. And then, as he moved inside her, everything seemed to be easier. He slammed into her with such force, their pubic bushes crushed together.
The blonde worked her ass beneath Ed Crisco's crushing body, arching her hips straight up at his, literally raising the two of them from the bed for nearly a half minute at a time. She moaned consistently, her hands flailing in every direction. His mouth was on hers, kissing her hard, pressing his teeth against her, biting at her lips again and again.
"Stick a finger in my asshole," Liz heard the blonde plead.
She watched her husband reach down under and rhythmically stroke the woman's asscheeks until they relaxed and he could fit a finger in the crack between the two globoid masses of fatty tissue. He rubbed the finger up and down, taking some juice from the drippings of her pussy, then he found the webbed pucker of her asshole and rammed at it with his fingertip. The blonde bounced as if trying to fuck both, his finger and his cock at the same time.
Crisco's finger reamed its way deeper and deeper into the hole, and from the way he was working it in it was plain he was enjoying himself. He sawed his finger in and out of her, matching the rhythm of his cock thrusting in and out of her seething cunt while the other fingers of his hand tightly squeezed her asscheeks.
Crisco's hips were like torsion bars, wildly bouncing against the blonde's cherubic body. He thrust hard and slow into her, as if his cock were some tremendous kind of fleshy log, growing longer by the second. It swelled so much while in her, it was painful.
The blonde's heavy thighs gripped him strongly like a vise around his hips, slackening on each outthrust, tightening on each inthrust. And then the blonde began to mumble, "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck hard, fuck deep, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Liz could see the woman's face turning a bright red as the muscles in her neck seemed to strain while her fingers gripped his shoulders all the more tightly.
"Goddamn!" the blonde was saying. "I'm coming again. Here it goes."
And then she began to scream loudly, bouncing her fat ass on the bed again and again. She tugged back her loins, opening them wide, and from where she stood at the window, Liz could see the widely open red meat at the flaming center of her body being plugged by Crisco's pole of prick. The blonde's legs came up and rested on Crisco's shoulders as she thrust her hips at him with cocksplitting force. Her mouth gaped open, attempted to close, was unable to, and then her glazed eyes glared while her nostrils quivered.
She suddenly screamed a long, loud, almost unearthly sound and fucked herself all the way against his prick, rotating her hips wildly for more than a minute while keeping the full length of cock completely buried in herself. She rotated herself against him again and again, and Liz, much as she hated to admit it to herself, realized she was learning a lot, watching the way the woman fucked.
And then the blonde exhaled and began wildly shaking in the final throes of her completed orgasm. She shuddered madly, twisting and turning, and suddenly, she pulled her body away from Crisco's, shouting, "I can't take anymore. No more, no more."
"Hey, what about me?" Crisco asked, pointing at his still-hard cock.
Good for you, Liz though. Now you know how I feel.
But Liz's glee was short-lived as the buxom blonde shoved Crisco back onto the bed, his throbbing mass of cock pointing straight at the ceiling. The blonde leaned over and began petting the solid shank, caressing it first with one hand and then with the other. And then the O of her mouth descended on Crisco's cock as she surrounded his penial point with hot, liquid pressure. It made Ed Crisco jump as her mouth began sucking strongly on his cock while her fist pumped the lower part with steady rhythm.
Crisco tightened his body, already anticipating the enjoyment of shooting a wad down her throat. Looking at the way she avidly sucked his glistening meat made him all the hotter.
Liz could tell by looking at him he was more excited with the blonde than he'd ever been with her, even though he had acknowledged she was an expert at fellatio and anal intercourse. Watching, Liz couldn't understand her husband's reaction to the blonde. Perhaps the woman responded more vocally to a good fucking, but as she watched the woman suck Crisco's cock she knew the blonde couldn't hold a candle to herself, this despite the oooohhhs and aaahhhs coming from Crisco. Hell! The blonde only sucked on half his joint while jerking on the lower half. She, Liz, with a smaller, narrower mouth was able to swallow his entire thick prick.
Now the blonde's head was moving more rapidly as her lips compressed around Crisco's pike all the more tightly, occasionally nipping at the base with her teeth. Liz could see her husband's cock looked white, as if the woman's teeth had scraped off an outer layer of skin. Every now and again she could see part of the corona protrude from the other woman's mouth. It was a bright crimson, and bloated to its utmost.
Now the blonde, kneeling on the floor beside the bed on which Crisco was lying, reached under him and began squeezing his asscheeks with both hands while engulfing more and more of his jamming cock. Each time her head swooped down it swallowed a little more of the rod, until the entire length of it was disappearing into her mouth the way Liz had so often done.
Watching, Liz wondered that neither the blonde nor herself hadn't been strangled to death. The throat, like the cunt and the asshole, could stretch marvelously when it had to. It made Liz wonder whether sword swallowers practiced cock-swallowing first, to get the esophagus in shape.
There was no doubt the blonde was used to doing this. She was swallowing his cock with ease. Her tongue was continually pressed against the underside of his cock, moving from side to side like a pendulum as her head continued bobbing up and down. His already-red glans was glowing like a beacon sending semaphore signals. The lower half of him became rigid as he crossed his knees behind her back, squeezing her buxom body tightly. It was obvious he could feel the sperm boiling in his nuts, and as a result his throbbing cock became a marble stanchion. He was staring intently at the blonde's face, noting how intensely she was concentrating on what she was doing, her lips actually being pulled out each time her head rode to the top of his marble column. He jammed his hips into her face making his legs and thighs arch like a pair of strung bows. He tried licking his lips, but it didn't do any good. He had no saliva. His throat was as parched as his tongue.
To Liz, the scene was astonishing, to say the least. She wondered if she looked so grotesque when her mouth pulled at Crisco's broiling meat. She found herself wishing Crisco would not be able to come, just as she was unable to climax when masturbating herself. The bastard had spoiled her. He had made sex seem so good to her that first time, she knew her cunt would settle for nothing less than a tongue or a cock. Had she learned to finger her twat before meeting Ed, she might have been able to bring about some kind of satisfaction to herself rather than endure this continual frustration of making him come while she, herself had no pleasure whatsoever.
To Crisco, it was obvious his cock felt like a leaden baton, growing heavier and heavier in the mouth of the sucking leach with every passing second. He was gasping, thrashing, and Liz wondered how the blonde would react when he finally came. The son of a bitch was almost ready to come. It was plainly evident. He was hammering his crotch into her face with mad ferocity now as choking sounds seemed to come from his throat. He was getting there.
And then Liz could see him coming as he rammed the full length of his stiff ramrod down the blonde's throat, slamming his hips up so high, his entire weight rested on his heels and his head.
And still the blonde kept sucking, her lips pulling, her tongue twitching, causing his balls to swell inside the tightened scrotum sac. His hands were on her head, shoving her face into his groin with mad abandon.
"Yes, yes, yes, yessssss... " he hissed, emitting a wail as the boiling sperm came hurrying from his balls through the narrow tube in his cock, blasting into the blonde's lusting throat with unstoppable power. It was a tide nothing could change, and the blonde went on wildly, sucking avidly as blast after blast filled her gullet and his hands shoved her face farther down against his groin.
Liz couldn't stand watching anymore. She tore her gaze from the window and hurried away, Byron following right behind her.
"Why?" she sobbed, getting into the car. "Why?"
"I dunno," Byron replied, starting it up and driving off. "Each guy to his own taste, I guess."
"No, I mean, why did you bring me to see this. It was a horrible thing to show me."
"Yeah, well maybe it was at that. But I figured it wasn't right for you to go on thinking he was keepin' it all for you."
"It would have been better if you had."
"Hey, what's good for the gander is good for the goose. If he goes fuckin' around, you oughtta do the same thing."
"And you'd just love to be the one with whom I start, right?"
"Well there's no harm in my askin'."
"I'm sorry, Byron, but it's just not in me. I mean, I don't think I could do a thing like that."
"Why the hell not?"
"I just couldn't."
He drove her back to the house and kept trying to wangle his way inside, but she told him to go upstairs to his own apartment and leave her alone.
Byron shrugged and left. She went to the bedroom, undressed, and fell into bed, sobbing.
Damn, Byron was right. If Ed could fuck around, so could she. But not with Byron. Definitely not with Byron. He worked for Ed, and if he ever got angry at her for some reason or other, all he'd have to do was go tell Ed and the marriage would be over. And then where would she go? Her father had warned her not to come back home ever again. Still sobbing, she fell asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Liz awoke the following morning, Crisco was in bed beside her, fast asleep. The stupid look on his face, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out as he snored, made her disgusted with him.
Her getting out of bed awakened him, and he looked at her as she crossed the room, heading for the bathroom, and he called out, "Hey, c'mere."
"What d'you want?" she asked, turning in the doorway, letting the rays of the sun coming through the window in the next room shine through her nightgown, thereby letting him see the outline of her trim little figure.
"Marriage has sure improved that hot little body of yours," he laughed. "I'll bet your tits have grown at least one size in the past month."
"How would you know?" she asked, acidly. "You haven't looked at them in all that time. All you care about is how my ass or my mouth feels surrounding your cock."
"So I'm an oral-anal freak. So what?"
"So nothing. I'll get your breakfast."
Before Crisco could say anything more she was in the bathroom, taking care of her morning ablutions. By the time he was out of bed and dressed, she was in the kitchen making the coffee.
"Hey," he told her, sitting at the kitchen table. "I'm sending a messenger to the house today with a package. You know that big iron box I keep down in the basement?"
"Yes," she nodded sullenly.
"Well, you take whatever he gives you, and you put it in the box, then lock the box up."
"What's in the package?" Liz asked.
"None of your business," he told her nonchalantly. "You just make sure it goes into the iron box. I'll be sending a lotta packages home as time goes by. You stick every one of 'em in the iron box. And make sure no one sees you do it. Dig?"
"And what about my box?" she asked.
"It's pretty enough, Liz-honey, but hardly the place to store things."
"Tell me, Ed. Am I ever gonna feel your cock inside my cunt again?"
"What kinda dumb question is that. We're gonna have a lotta kids. You know that."
"How about doing it just for fun?"
"That too," he nodded, finishing his eggs. "Gotta go now. See you tonight."
And before she could say anything else, he left.
Okay, she though, clearing the table and washing the dishes. II that's what you want, that's what you'll get. I'm only fifteen years old. I have a nice body, and there are a lot of men who'd be willing to fuck me. And I'm going to damn well start today.
She took a long, hot shower afterward, then covered herself with a light, soft fragrance. She dressed in tight slacks and a warm sweater, but with no bra underneath so her tits could jiggle around freely. It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and she knew the usual assortment of men would be coming around shortly. One at a time, though. One at a time. She had to be careful.
It was ten thirty when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and saw a young man in a messenger's uniform. He handed her the package her husband had told her to expect. "Come on in," she said to him. "It must be cold out there."
"Yeah," he nodded, rubbing his hands together. "It's kinda nippy."
"Please wait," she said, taking the package.
Hurrying down to the cellar, she turned on the small ceiling light and looked at the package. It was tightly wrapped, about as long and was wide as a brick, but as thick as a pack of cigarettes. Loosening the string, she unwrapped the paper, and saw some bonds. They were fifty dollar bonds, and each bond had written on it, "pay to the bearer." There were one hundred bonds in all, or the equivalent of five thousand dollars.
Wrapping the bonds up, she re-tied the string, put the package in the iron strongbox, locked it, then hid the key behind a toolbox covered with cobwebs. She was careful not to disturb the webs. Then she hurried back upstairs.
"Hey, where's your mother?" the messenger asked, still in the kitchen.
"My mother?"
"Yeah, the guy who asked me to deliver this stuff said I should give it to his wife. You gotta be his kid."
"Uh yes, well mom is out at the moment. Would you care to wait until she came home?"
"I can only hang around about a half hour. Then I gotta get back to the office."
"Well, you can wait awhile if you wish, and if mother doesn't come, I'll sign for the package."
"I guess it'll be all right. Hey, what're you're doin' outta school?"
"I finished school," she lied.
"Hey, you're a terrific-looking girl. Got some records we can listen to while we wait for your old lady?"
"No phonograph," Liz told him. "But we can listen to the radio."
"Yeah, I guess. Say, d'you dance?"
"Sure."
So she put on a rock station and the two began frugging, monkeying, and watusiing all over the living room. Ten minutes passed, and finally the messenger boy said, "Wow! I'm beat. Can't dance no more."
Liz turned off the radio and turned to face him. He was standing right next to her, obviously wanting to make the next move but unsure of himself. She leaned a little in his direction as if off balance, and he held out his arms to catch her. She leaned into him and without his realizing it, his mouth was suddenly on hers. Before he could end the kiss she was kissing right back, her arms holding his head tightly to hers, her lips pressing against his, feeling the way his slithery tongue was eeling its way into her mouth. She was starved for love, eager to enjoy it, and when the delivery boy's tongue probed between her lips she immediately sucked it in.
They fell back on the ratty sofa together, and Liz thought, how appropriate to make it again on the sofa. He ground his hips against her body, letting her feel the hardness of his cock.
Yes, oh, yes, this was what she wanted. She needed it. And if Crisco wasn't going to give it to her, she'd get it from this man.
"You sure?" he asked, pulling his mouth from hers.
"Sure," she nodded.
"I mean, you look kinda young for this stuff. What if your mother comes home and finds us?"
"If I knew mom, she'd join in," Liz replied, laughing to herself.
Imagine being mistaken for Ed Crisco's daughter rather than his wife. Well why not! Her fifteenth birthday had passed four months ago, and she still had a babyish face.
Liz could feel her entire body burning with an inner fever. Her breathing was already irregular, and she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused with the passing seconds. Her tiny pink nipples were already hardening under the sweater, and she could feel the close, hot channel of her seething pussy starting to tingle with expectation as the gathering sexual passion increased, preparing to be satisfied after what seemed like an eternity.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Kevin," he replied, kissing her again, now sucking on her tongue.
The pressure of their mouths together was like the fusing of molten metal. His hands were already running up and down her shoulders until, no longer able to restrain himself, he let his fingers dance lightly across her breasts, thrilling to the swell of the unencumbered tits.
Liz could sense Kevin's hard cock stirring, as sensations of longing seemed to sear through his body, too. His fingers clamped tightly on Liz's right nipple through her sweater, squeezing tightly, his breath was a torrent of heat in her mouth as her burned back into his mouth.
His hands went to the zipper in back of her slacks and slowly pulled it down. She, in the meantime, had unbuttoned his uniform in front, then ran her palm down across, the front of his pants, feeling the wet stickiness oozing from his cock straining the material.
In almost no time each had undressed the other, their clothes flung across the living room floor. Liz was standing halfway across the room now, letting him drink in the beauty of her tight, trim little body. The living room looked out over a bay, and it was the middle of Autumn. No one would be out on the bay in a boat, and there was no other way anyone could look into the living room despite the large windows letting in all kinds of light.
She stood with her legs wide apart, her head and shoulders way back, letting her long, dark hair spill down her shoulders, accenting the whiteness of her body all the more. Her knuckles were resting on her hips, and she was smiling at him with her lips open, her eyes flaming with naked desire, her body perspiring with an anxious need as she ran the pink tip of her moist tongue across her lips.
She knew Kevin was staring at the juncture between her parted thighs, eyeing the dewy shining of her moist labia, shimmering delicately with the promise of more and better things to come. The fluffy ebony triangle of pussy hair seemed to reflect bits of sunlight. Her high, round, white tits, with their now-solid pink nipples stood out like a pair of smoldering volcanoes waiting to erupt. Her legs, always slim and lithe, now had a solidity to them, enhancing the silkiness of her skin, and the way everything seemed to point to her inner thighs made her a living statue of perfect symmetry. There was already a line of lubricant running down the inside of her right thigh, glistening in the morning sunlight as it trickled toward her ankle.
Kevin stared at her perfect body with his mouth hanging open. And Liz stared back at his. He had blond hair, was six feet three inches in height, and though he didn't bulge with muscles, had very little excess fat on him. His hard, twitching phallus seemed to be aiming directly in her direction, as if letting her know she was the cause of its being hard. And it was one long, thick cock. It had at least an inch and a half on Crisco's, and appeared at least a quarter of an inch thicker.
Liz smiled at him and reached between her thighs with her fingers, lightly stroking her sopping pussy, watching his eyes change from a look of simple lust to one of wanton lasciviousness as he devoured the sight of her over and over. There was no reason to waste time by making him fight for what both of them wanted. She badly needed the release Crisco had been denying her. Her seething cunt was all but screaming for it out loud. And if her husband would continue acting like a shmuck, getting his thrills outside instead of coming to her, she could just as easily get her own jollies by surrendering to every lusty man who wanted her. At this point there was no retreating. Hell! Why bother to think of retreat. She wanted cock, she needed cock, and he had just the cock designed to give her what she wanted.
She turned around slowly, letting him admire every part of her. When her back was to him, she let him see the way her buttocks winked at him, egging him on. She watched his eyes wander from the swell of her small, firm tits to the blossoming of her rounded hips. She cupped her breasts, kissing them lightly and then pointing them in his direction as if offering them to him. Her palms were running across the flatness of her stomach, eeling their way down with deliberate slowness until the tips of her fingers were enmeshed in the black jungle of her pubis. Then her fingers slid lower, making a safari toward the shining pinkness of her split.
She let her two forefingers part the soft, moist lips of her sopping snatch and very slowly, and then let one of her thumbs move straight on down until it touched her clitoris. The touch of her fingers made her feel a shock she'd never before enjoyed from having touched it, herself. It was Kevin's presence that added something. The more her thumb caressed her vibrating finger-like clit, the more oil came seeping out of her flaming pussy, sending one hot rivulet after another down her silken inner thighs. And while she stroked her man-in-the-boat, pressing her thumb against it in an insane tempo, her other fingers continued working in the widening crevice of pink meat inside, soaking themselves in the puddle within.
"Come on, Kevin," she whispered. "This isn't the time to turn tail. Come on and fuck me. You know you want to. Come on. I can see that lovely cock of yours just waiting to sink itself inside me. Come on, Kevin. Fuck me."
She was pleading with him now, begging him, and the words churned his senses into a whirlpool of insane longing. Jesus! He wanted the kid. She was such a young-looking thing, but she had one helluva nice body. He wanted to fuck that body. Christ! He wanted to feel himself sink between the soft, wet labia of her slurping pussy. He forgot about the fact that he had come there only to make a delivery. He forgot he had to be back on the job. He forgot anything and everything except for the lovely desirability of the stunning little brunette in front of him. Hell! When he'd first taken the job he had had no idea he would be running into women much of the time. And this one particular time he had run into one helluva woman who had the hots for him. Oh hell! He knew he was a good-looking guy, but that such a gorgeous piece of fluff should specifically make a play for him seemed incredible, especially at this early hour in the day. Her desire for him was feeding his fervor for her.
He walked toward her, noting her fingers had stopped playing with her pit of desire, and as he neared her, he saw her smile, as if she were the one with the cock ready to plunge it into him.
"Anything wrong with doing it in the bedroom?" he asked.
The bedroom? Why not! Liz thought. Why the heck not! Her husband had refused to properly consummate their marriage in the bedroom. It was only right and proper someone do the job in the marriage bed.
Turning, she bent over to pick up her clothes, watching the way his dick twisted when she showed him her asshole. She could see his eyes wandering over her round asscheeks, going down through the tight crack, and resting on the red meat of her honeypot. Then she straightened up with her clothes in her arms and walked into the bedroom. He followed. He closed the door and watched as she put the clothes down on the dressing table, then walked over to the bed and lay down. Her thighs opened wide, once again revealing the tantalizing sight of her tender, liquid cunt.
"Come on," she intoned hoarsely. "Come on and fuck me."
"Oh God, yes!" he all but yelled. "I really want to fuck you."
He flung himself on the bed next to her, tugging her into his arms, pressing his hard prick against her soft, warm, yielding body, inhaling the fragrance of her beautiful body as he surrounded her with his arms. He could feel her round, solid tits with their pebble-hard nipples digging into his hairless chest. His mouth began to cover her face, throat, and neck with burning kisses. His lips pressed lower, kissing her beautifully firm tits as his hands wandered down over the soft roundness of her asscheeks, kneading them with his fingers, squeezing them into the palms of his hands, enjoying the feel of her smooth flesh.
Liz breathed lungfuls of hot, blistering air into his ear as her tongue flicked out to circle the rim of said ear, stopping now and again to excitedly flick into the center and make him jump as if someone had stuck a hot wire into him. Her hand pushed between them and finally discovered the solid feel of his meaty cock.
Oh wow! she though. This is a real cock. It makes Ed's look like some kind of peanut.
She heard his gasp as the fiery fingertips of her hand surrounded his palpitating prick, and then she sighed as his lips pressed against her. His mouth opened, forcing hers to open, and she felt his tongue come seeking inside her mouth, lashing at her own tongue, twining around it like one sinuous boa constrictor trying to wind itself around another. She pressed the full length of her solid little body against his, grinding her pubis solidly against his fulcrum.
. Abruptly, she spun onto her back, tugging him over to her, parting her thighs as wide as possible, preparing to feel the attack of his heated cock. She couldn't stand the idea of waiting any longer.
Her hands raced over his firm body, somewhat more slender than the body of her husband, tracing the lines in his shoulders, along his arms, and down his back. She even let her fingers wander along the flat cheeks of his ass, wandering all over him as if he were some unexplored virgin territory.
She could feel his pulsing prick as it eased between her thighs in search of her venereal temple. It came closer and closer, until she swore she could actually feel the fire emanating from inside its dripping point. Then it was using its head like a nose to feel its way into her fuzz-surrounded pussy. As he came closer, forcing her slick labia apart with his glans, she raised her own fulcrum, jacking the two bodies up with all her strength. With her left hand she reached under her rounded ass while her right hand spread her pussylips wide apart, resting in the softness of her dark, curly pubic hair. Her left hand forced the lower part of her soggy cunt open, giving his driving cock greater access to her frothing inner hole.
She was tight. God was she ever tight. Crisco hadn't been inside her since that one time he'd dehymenized her, nearly two months before. She was just about as tight as she had been that wonderful night. But this was a thicker cock, and it was pushing, forcing her vaginal walls to once again separate as he began cramming more and more of his unyielding, unbending cock into her. It sank farther and farther into her, but this time there was no hymeneal barrier, and this time there was no pain-only the thrill of feeling her interior widened by the wedging glans of his heavy prod. It kept on tunneling into her, reaching farther into her than Crisco's cock ever went, touching unexplored infinity. And then she realized the full length of it lay cradled inside her cushioned interior as her moist tissues surrounded it.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "This is heaven. Oh this is wonderful."
There was no doubt Kevin was enjoying it, as well. He didn't dare speak. Her cunt gripped him so tightly, he feared any move at this moment would trigger his orgasm, one, two, three.
Satisfied she contained every last millimeter of throbbing prick, Liz allowed her body to sink back down on the bed, thrilling to the wonderful sensation of his hard meat throbbing hotly between her feather-soft, silken thighs.
Kevin reached under her, placing the flat of his hand against her back, letting it smooth its way down her spine to her buttocks. His fingertips danced along the ridges of bone making up her spine feeling the heat emanating from her flesh as she pressed her wonderfully solid tits into his chest in a tantalizing motion. Muscles writhed under her white flesh as she moved like something created for the sole purpose of fucking. Her entire body undulated with the need for his cock to continue plummeting in and out of her.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed. "It feels so fabulous. You have one great fuckstick there. I hope you can live up to its initial promise."
His breath came hotly, in wild spasms as his brain almost exploded with heated desire. His own hands were tightly squeezing her white, luscious asscheeks, mingling the perspiration coming from his palms as she slammed her slavering, broiling hole solidly against his inflamed, burning dong, letting her labia kiss and caress his already-explosive cock become even hotter, making her mushy cunt even wetter.
Her hips began a wild churning against his solid groin, and the feeling within her was something unparalleled. She had thought Crisco great, but she'd had no one with whom to compare him. Now that she could make a comparison, her husband was coming off second-best.
"Fuck!" she commanded. "Fuck and fuck again, and keep on fucking until I can't take anymore. Hurry up and fuck deep."
He began the time-honored movement of reaming his flushed cock back and forth inside her creaming snatch. She helped him along by reaching down and squeezing his balls, egging him on to harder fucking. She thrilled to the wonder of his massive, meaty cock head continually traveling the full length of her cunt container. The agony in his balls was becoming overwhelming now as he lanced his prong even deeper into her foaming, fleece-lined hole. The pressure in his testicles was becoming unbearable, and she sensed it. She felt him tunneling deeper and harder into her hot pit, starting to fuck her wildly.
Her thighs felt his hips back away as the steel probe within her broiling confines came zipping out. And then he cocked his loins and drove forward again, ramming his marble-hard prong all the way up into the fiery, sopping, yawning maw of her swampy, swallowing pussy, spiking it all the way into her with maddening power.
"Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!" she yelled as he nailed it all the way into her. It was a cry of total lust and maddening sensation.
Her hot, slavering cunt moved soakingly and burningly up around his solid prick, completely engulfing it as it plunged to the deepest part of her simmering snatch, her slick, moist pussywalls oiling the way. The entire length of his immense, thick cock was encompassed within her broiling confines, the knobby tip bouncing solidly against the pulsating, tiny entrance to her cervix. His weighty, hair-covered scrotum whacked loudly against the soft, white, upturned cheeks of her round little ass.
Thrill followed thrill, and Liz felt herself in paradise. What a fool she had been to marry Crisco. To think there were so many cocks in the world and she went ahead and shackled herself to the first one to plow into her, and all because he always fell asleep after one come. Had he stayed awake long enough to dress and make her dress, none of this would have happened. She could have gotten cock from almost any male around. She wouldn't have needed the clown to whom she was now wedlocked.
Once again she felt the cock within her slowly withdraw, only to drill into her again, fucking wildly into her squirming, wriggling, pliant cunt, feeling his body attune itself to hers as she screwed herself hard against him, matching and countering his strokes, urging him to knife into her with harder, more powerful thrusts with soft moans and gasping sounds as her teeth chewed on his earlobe, and she poured hot breath into his aural canal.
"Yessss," she muttered, "yessss, fuck it into me exactly that way. Ahhhh, Kevin, you're a godsend. Shove it in all the way, harder, deeper, screw my ass to the bed, keep shoving it innnnn, ahhhh... fuck... fuck... fuck... "
"Oh, Christ!" he responded, "you have the hottest cunt I've ever fucked. Where did you learn to move like this? Shee-it! For a young kid... ooooooh... you sure know one helluva lot."
The two became lost in a wild, frantic, dual pounding-she slamming her buns hard against his thighs, while he continued spearing into the deepest part of her frothing cauldron as they wildly rolled together on the bed in search of their ultimate satisfaction. Liz was churning her loins madly around and around, letting it clutch the solid, reaming cock all the more tightly, exerting more and more pressure on it as it punched in and out of her with greater speed in a mad orgiastic rhythm. Her pussy continued dilating, its muscles becoming stronger and chewing hungrily at his swollen corona each time he sent it shuddering through her steaming tunnel. The sucking labia of her downy, moss-encircled, bright-red pussy pulled tantalizingly on the staff of his powering prod, reluctantly letting it slide back, eagerly swallowing it as it rammed forward. They were jolted each time their pelvises came into contact, and Liz felt a new, almost different thrill each time the full length of his battering ram buried itself in the leeching confines of her swamp-like cunt.
Liz was feeling more and more wild, feeling the way Kevin's already thick cock seemed to be expanding inside her until it seemed ready to burst from the enthralling sensations her cunt was imparting.
Hold off, she kept thinking to herself. Hold off and wait for me to come.
Not that she didn't want him to reach his own fulfillment. She ached to feel his hot, spurting seed coat the walls of her sucking chamber, and now hunched herself up, humping her cunt hard against the base of his roiling cock, clutching his body all the more desperately between her clasping thighs, kicking his ass with her heels, achingly reaching out for the oncoming orgasm she knew was fractions of a second away. "I'm gonna come," she squealed, letting him know. "Hurry, hurry, punch it into me a little faster... hurryyyyy... "
Her tongue lanced into his ear, as far in as it would go, making him tremble as if she had jammed a livewire into him. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her face contorted with gasping desire as he crushed himself hard against her small, solid tits, wildly slicing his cock in and out of her, no longer coherent. And then she was there.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she screamed. "I'm coming, Eeeeeyyyyaaaagggghhhhh!"
The words came out of her as if they'd been torn from her voice box in a loud, coyote wail, almost shattering his eardrums. She tugged her thighs open wider until her drooling pussy was pulling its sopping labia as far apart as possible, attempting to literally suck his entire pelvis into her. Her heels now kicked on his back as she writhed her hips in a mad, uncontrolled frug of passion as she continued screaming out her climax to him.
Kevin felt the hot, splashing lubriciousness of her orgasm flood around his plundering prick as he slammed his young crotch wildly into hers, while her thighs so tightly surrounded him she actually locked his cock all the way into her seething cunt. It spasmed convulsively, and could it have tugged his cock any farther inside, it would have.
Liz could tell from the way he was bucking that the tremendous surge of fire swelling inside his balls could no longer be contained. As it was, the hairy sac no longer bounced against her. It had drawn up into his own crotch, tightening, squeezing, pressing against the balls inside until the hot, sticky load of come-cream started its unstoppable rush through the narrow tube in his pecker.
"Here it comes, baby," he whispered, and he began unleashing hot ropes of semen into her hungry, questing pussy in what appeared to be endless bursts, draining his testicles deep down into the flaming inner hallways of her insatiable cunt. He pounded his dick all the harder against her in an attempt to relieve it of every last drop of sensation along with the semen.
And then it was over. Liz felt wonderful, refreshed, and oddly, not tired at all. She lay there as he dressed, wishing he could go one more round. But he reminded her he had to go to worked.
After he'd gone, she too, got up and dressed, then went to prepare lunch for Crisco, who would be home shortly.
CHAPTER SIX
"The messenger get here with the package?" Crisco asked, as he sat down to eat. "Yes," she nodded.
"Is it locked away in the iron box in the cellar?"
"Yes, and the key's behind the toolbox."
"Okay."
He stank of perspiration, added to his not having taken a shower for two days. Considering how hard he worked, the smell was almost overpowering. The more she came to know her husband, the less Liz liked him.
"Gotta get back to work," he told her when he'd finished lunch. "See ya tonight."
"Sure," she nodded, glad he was leaving.
"You keep this house clean and maybe I'll do you a favor and give you the old wang to suck on tonight."
"Thanks for nothing," she snapped.
"Still the snot-nosed brat, huh?"
"Well what do you expect? You're going to do me the favor of letting me blow you? Then you'll shoot your wad, roll over, and go to sleep. I need that crap like a dose of the clap."
"That mouth of yours is gettin' bigger and bigger. Anytime you ain't satisfied with our arrangement, you can pack up and get the hell outta here."
"You're very cute," she snapped back. "Because of you my father all but threw me out of the house, telling me never to come back. I'm stuck with you and you know it. When we first met I was a cute fifteen year old kid to you. Now I feel like an ancient fifteen year old hag. You haven't laid me once since our marriage."
One thing you gotta learn, Liz. When I fuck you, I'm doing you a favor. I did you a favor that first time, popping your cherry. What was more you liked every bit of it. You start behaving, remembering I'm Number One in this house, and then I'll start doing you the favor of fucking you again. You get my slippers for me when I come home at night. You make sure my house is nice and clean. You wash all my clothes, shop and cook my food, and see to it I'm happy in every way, kissing my ass if I tell you to. And then, maybe, if the mood hits me, I'll do you the favor of fucking you... if y'beg hard enough and suck my cock earnestly enough. So when I tell you I might do you the favor of letting you suck my cock, remember, it really is a favor, because that's the only way you're ever gonna get my cock inside of your cunt."
"You bastard," she screamed as he left. "You rotten bastard."
She ran into the bedroom and fell full length on the bed where she had been so recently tumbled by Kevin, the messenger boy. She cried for awhile, wondering how any man could be so inhuman.
What had she done to be treated so cruelly? Other men his age would give their eyes to have a wife as young and as pretty as she.
Well the hell with him, she thought, sitting up. She might not be able to run away, but she could sure as hell live most of her life without him. He was only home to sleep and eat. Otherwise, with the exception of those few times he did her the singular favor of letting her eat him, or of buggering her, she didn't see him at all. Her time was her own to do with as she pleased once she got the household chores out of the way.
Going to the bathroom, she ran a tub of hot water, then stripped down, stepped into it, and let her body soak. She parted her pussylips and let the bubbly water run up into her cunt, cleaning out the gism left by Kevin. This was a ritual she would follow after getting laid each time, not wanting to risk her husband's suddenly getting the urge to eat her and finding another man's seed inside her. Besides, she intended meeting other men, and no man wants to suck on a pussy with some other man's sperm filling it.
An hour later, dressed in her sweater and slacks, she phoned for a cab. She had some shopping to take care of, and since she was too young to drive a car, Crisco had left her enough money for a cab in addition to whatever she would need to pay for the food.
She heard the cab honk when he pulled up outside. Pulling on a light jacket, she hurried out and got in. She told the driver to take her to the nearest supermarket and wait. He radioed in to his company that he would have to wait for her, was told how much to charge for waiting, relayed the message to Liz, and she agreed.
She went through the supermarket very quickly, coming out in less than half the time she was expected to come out. The driver took her home and helped her carry the packages inside.
It wasn't until all the packages were on the kitchen table that she took her first good look at the driver. He was about twenty-five, lean, hard, with a nice tan, and ruggedly handsome. She paid the fare, then said, "How much longer did you expect me to stay with me?"
"I figured you for another half hour in the supermarket," he replied.
"That means you can stay with me another half hour."
"Hey kid, I don't know what you're thinking... "
"I'm thinking of giving you the best tip you ever got since starting to drive a cab. Are you married?"
"On what I earn hacking? You have to be kidding."
"Do you have a girl?"
"No one in particular. Why are these personal questions?"
"You think I'm pretty?"
"For a kid you're very pretty. But you have a lot of growing up to do."
"My husband doesn't think so."
"Your what?"
"My husband," she told him, showing him the wedding band on her finger.
"Look, I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just that you look like such a young kid. I'd never have taken you for more than sixteen or seventeen."
"Does age really matter? I mean, I think you're a very attractive man."
She could see the perspiration starting to break out all over him. She was starting to reach him.
"May I ask you, you're trying to do?"
"Sure. I'm trying to begin a meaningful relationship, if you're interested."
"A man'd have to be pretty stupid not to be interested, but why me?"
"Because you don't look like the Kiss and Tell type."
"I don't exactly go for playing around with married women."
"What else can you do with a married woman?"
"I don't know. I never thought about it much one way or the other:"
"Well don't you think it's time?"
"I don't know what you're trying to do, but if you think you can shock me, you have another thing coming. I studied psychology."
"And just what would you consider to be the best psychological way to handle someone like me?"
"Shock you right back, I suppose."
And just how would you do a thing like that?" she teased.
"You really are asking for it, aren't you."
"Better believe it," Liz nodded.
"Fine, just suppose I sit you in the chair here in front of me, and then suppose I reach down and unzip my fly." He proceeded to do just that.
It was obvious he expected Liz to jump up screaming, or to say she had only been kidding. He was completely unprepared for what she did do.
Once again her pink tongue came out and ran across her lips, as if signaling she was ready for another erotic experience. Then, in a single, swift, unexpected movement, she shoved her hand into his fly and yanked out an already-hardening cock. He was so stunned by her maneuver, all he could do was stand here as she leaned forward and ran her pink tongue all around the head of his cock. And then she sucked the head into her mouth, letting her tongue run rampant all over it, and he, not really wanting to pull his cock away, stood there like a dummy, feeling his balls shudder with delight. He could feel the rough wetness of her tongue circle his throbbing glans again and again, and being no more difficult to arouse than any horny male, he felt his cock stiffen rapidly as her lips began sucking in more and more meat, letting the weighty knob of his enlarging pecker scrub against her palate. Then her head began pushing back and forth while her tongue cushioned the underside of his cock, rubbing it strongly. Her breath was hot and heavy against his pants as her teeth began to lightly scrape the bole of his shuddering prick. He could feel the incredible warmth and security of her surrounding mouth as she continued sucking more of him in, until at one point he could feel the pulpy back of her throat rubbing against his penial tip. Her tongue continued rubbing, making the blood-swollen bulb on his shaft even thicker.
Liz was enjoying it immensely. To begin with, this was probably the most wonderful cock of all time. It was more than eight inches in length, and she knew she would really have to open her gullet to take the full length of this one in. The head was a rich magenta while the shaft was almost albino white, with a multitude of blue veins threading their way through, all the way around. It was almost a half inch thicker than Kevin's, which gave it astonishing breadth, since Kevin's cock had been thicker than her husband's. But most important of all was the feel of it in her mouth. It was hard, yet resilient. The knob was spongy and rough, yet soft. And the heavy balls at the bottom were the biggest, hairiest things she had seen yet.
She pulled her mouth back and opened it so his throbbing phallic point rested on her lower lip as she said, "This is the most wonderful prick in the whole wide world."
Her slender, delicate fingers were long, but still barely made it around the circumference of the shaft. She used each finger as a feathery vibrator, caressing the wonderful prick, creating the "impression each of her fingers was battery-operated and vibrating madly.
Once again she pushed her ebony head forward paying fealty to his cock, licking the blunted point many times with her dancing pink tongue, then she made a ring of her lips and slid them back and forth around his solid prod. She sucked it in again and he shuddered as her head began to rapidly jet back and forth, mouth-fucking his cock, in a state of rapture at the very taste of the flesh, sipping the colorless fluid leaking from its tip.
"Stop it, please," the driver finally said, pulling her head away from his shimmering cock.
Liz knew it had taken tremendous willpower on his part to pull his prong out of her mouth. She wanted to tease him some more, not only because she knew he was in a little torment, but because she was getting tremendous enjoyment from tasting his wang. But he pulled away from her, stuffing his penis back inside his pants.
"Why?" Liz asked.
"You were playing with me," he told her. "It wasn't right. Sex is something both a man and a woman should enjoy without either having a so-called upper hand. I mean, you're a gorgeous female, but I don't think you should be doing this."
Standing, Liz looked up into his grey eyes and said, "Please, I'm hungry to be loved. My husband doesn't give it to me. I need it badly. Please, oh please help me."
"Look, Mrs. uhhh... "
"My name is Liz. What do I call you?"
"Mac. Mac Sharkey. But look Liz, don't you think you should go see a marriage counselor?"
"Mac, do you think I'm attractive?"
"Hell, yes! You're beautiful, which is a good reason why you shouldn't be having troubles."
"Mac, if we spend the next half hour thrashing out my problem it'll never be straightened out. Believe me when I say there isn't a thing a counselor could do right now. If you have the least little bit of feeling in you, you'll help me by fucking me."
"Now wait a minute, Liz. I mean, I just don't go to bed with every woman who asks."
"Have a lot of women asked?"
"Well, no, but you what I mean."
"No, Mac, I don't know. I'm desperate for a man, I'll do anything. But like you I'm particular about the man, just as you're particular about the woman. Do I appeal to you?"
"Well, yes, of course."
"Then don't fight me, Mac. Please don't fight me. Afterward, if there's still time before you have to go back to work, I'll tell you the whole story. Right now I'm in desperate need of what you have hanging between your legs."
He looked down into her eyes and saw the misery combined with longing.
"Okay," he nodded. "Okay. But after it's all over I want to hear what all this is about."
"That's a promise," she told him, leading the way to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, she turned and let him look her over, noticing the way his eyes lingered on the swell of her pert breasts as they heaved beneath her sweater with no bra to confine them.
"Christ!" he murmured, staring at her. "You are a real baby. Your husband really robbed the cradle."
Liz responded by suddenly grabbing him, her right hand twisting through his hair while her left arm tried to circle his waist. The kiss was violent and strong, and the two toppled onto the bed, their mouths glued tightly together.
Liz was unquestionably the more aggressive of the two, but she didn't give a damn as long as she got what she wanted. Their tongues eeled together twining and twisting around one another. His mouth tasted clean, and his body, pressed against hers, was lean and hard. The oil was already starting to flow in her blistering pussy as he jammed a knee into her crotch, rolling on the bed with her. Her own knee rubbed his groin, applying enough pressure to make his balls ache for relief without actually causing pain.
After awhile, Mac sat up and took her with him, tugging her sweater out from her slacks and pulling it over her head. He threw it to the side and then simply stared at her body, awe-filled at the sight of her hard, upstanding tits with their pink nipples and rosettes.
"My God!" he whispered. "What a stunning pair of tits."
"They're kind of small," she murmured.
"Hell, they're perfect the way they are," he assured her. "And maybe they'll grow a little larger."
He got to his feet and quickly shucked his own clothing while she wriggled out of her slacks and panties.
Now it was Liz's turn to be amazed. She hadn't been able to appreciate the full size of his monstrous cock before. But now that she saw him naked, she thought of it as being a sawed-off lamppost. She almost squealed with delight at the sight of it, realizing she wanted to taste it again in her throat as well as in her anxious vagina. It made Ed Crisco's puny member (if six and a half inches can be called puny) look like a splinter.
And just as her eyes were locked on his swollen prick, so his eyes affixed themselves to her steaming juncture.
"I have a lot of stamina," he told her.
"Well I'm about to find out for myself, aren't I?" she asked.
"It's just that I might come quickly the first time, so don't be afraid you'll be left unsatisfied."
"I'm not the least bit afraid, Mac," she smiled, lying back and parting her thighs. "If you want to go in right away and take the edge off, you go right ahead."
Twice in one day, she thought as he pressed his aching dong against her soaking outer labia.
She was still very tight, deliriously so, and her inner flesh surrendered to his pressing dick very slowly. He was careful, trying not to hurt her as he pushed his monstrous prong in a little of the way, then withdrew some, only to renew his forward attack, going a little deeper. It felt like a blunt knife pushing through raw liver as she drew her knees up to her shoulders to present a better target. Doing so made her seething tunnel a bit shallower, and his hard, white, lavender-tipped prong suddenly lanced all the way into her yearning channel. It was one mammoth log, like a huge Sequoia, and the shock of it churning its way into her was the greatest thrill she had ever experienced. Even so, it was only the first of many to follow.
He pressed this throbbing meat so far into her, she could feel the knob trying to force her cervical entrance open. It was an unparalleled sensation and she whispered, "You're fabulous, Mac. You're fabulous."
He was way-gone, himself, caught up in a whirlwind of heat, and he told her, "You have a dream for a cunt, Liz. I could go on fucking into you for the rest of my life."
"It's so... wonderful," she murmured as he gyrated the head of his seething cock against her womb, actually forcing it open so his cock might fit part of its head in. There was the slightest bit of pain, but it was instantly smothered by the delightful sensations accompanying it.
He was spiraling his hips madly as he drew his thundering cock out and slammed it right back in. It made Liz wonder how much better fucking could be. This was only her third man, and each one was better than the previous one. How would it feel when she got to the tenth one? Could it really get any better than this?
Liz did her best to adjust herself to the frantic way he pile drove into her. She had no idea how successful she was in matching him, but she did her utmost to keep up with him.
His heavy scrotum was banging against her perineum as well as the cheeks of her ass as he literally seemed to shift into high gear. She felt his angle change slightly as he slammed into her head-on, miraculously shoving his entire length of cock into her frothing quiff. She could feel the wiry rug of his pubic hair scrub against her tender thighs and soft pelvis, tangling with her own dark bush. Each time their junctures came together, she caught him churning his hips, so she counterattacked by spinning her own loins the other way, increasing their mutual enjoyment by increasing the friction. Oh God! His steam drill was driving right up into her heart. He was fantastic. There just couldn't be any better.
She felt Mac's hands run under her ass as his fingers dug into her cheeks, pulling her fulcrum more and more steadily against his as he fucked into her. She could not only feel, but seemed to hear a popping sound each time his probing glans sank into her cervical entrance and then pulled out. There was also a wild sucking sound as his long dork of flesh withdrew to its glans in her sucking bottleneck of a cunt only to plug forward again.
His plunging prick was creating a fantastic sucking vortex inside her, and Liz felt as if his probing phallus would tug her womb out through her pussyhole. Had she not been so burningly hot, his frantic plunges into her might have actually hurt her. But her cunt was now awash with heavy lubricity, and his swollen barber pole of cock slid through her squishy channel like a piston through a valve.
This time it hit her without warning. The orgasm was there without her realizing it, shooting through her fire filled vestibule, and she was climaxing wildly, screaming, beating her fists against his chest as she bicycled her thighs around his body. Wild sensations shot out of her toes and fingertips like lighting as her body blazed with insane heat. Even her hair felt as if it was standing on end as thrills seemed to shoot through it.
Liz couldn't believe the powerful thrills shooting through her caused by the auguring of the immense fuckstick jammed all the way up inside her. Writhing and wriggling she only succeeded in making the fit that much more snug as it seemed to twist into her. The tightness caused a squeaky squishing sound to come from inside her as he picked up his tempo, screwing into her at twice the speed. Already oversensitive from her orgasm, Liz underwent paroxysms of mad rapture as his head came down and started sucking on her left tit, pulling the nipple deep into his throat.
Another orgasm hit her with the same velocity as the first, and before she could completely recover from the effects of it, she was being overwhelmed by yet a third crisis, only to be followed by a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, after which she lost count as she just kept on coming again and again and again. Her crotch continued riding up as the lubricant kept flooding through the soft, creamy tissues of her slurping cunt. She bucked again and again, feeling mad, wonderful things race through her body from the nipple on which he was sucking to the center of the action between her thighs.
His mouth suddenly opened and released her breast. He was gasping for air himself while his plunging cock began swelling to greater size, pressing against the slick walls of her tight cunt, making her think she had a fist inside tightly gripping him.
Then the first hot splashes of his climax came washing into her vagina like a flood of boiling oil, and she felt the flaming delight of it from one end of her inner channel to the other. She pumped her heaving center high into the air, then brought her ass slamming into the mattress as her calves stabbed the air above and came down crossed over his back. Then she squeezed the muscles inside her blazing twat, squeezing his cock as if it were a sponge to be wrung out inside her. And this brought her to the highest orgasmic plateau she had ever know. It was as if wild horses were charging through her electrified cunt, and even as his mighty prong softened she kept it locked inside her tight pussy, squeezing every last bit of hot come out of him.
For about two minutes she felt like a helpless rag doll in a maelstrom. She just lay back on the bed and let her after-climax carry her to the heights of maddening pleasure, after which she slowly came floating back to earth. She felt him finally pull out of her and lie down beside her on the bed, more than content with his own orgasm. It was obvious he hadn't expected her to come so violently or so consistently, but now that she had, he might have considered his obligation to her ended. Liz couldn't let him leave, not just yet.
Feeling some strength seeping back into her, she sat up, and before the man could move, literally fell on his dripping cock with her mouth wide open like a starving lioness pouncing on its prey. She sucked the half-shrunken bulb between her lips as if it were a nice, ripe, juicy purple plum and pushed her right hand under his scrotum sac. She fondled his precious balls like the jewels she believed them to be as she locked her encircling lips tightly under his corona and began madly sucking, as if pulling soda through a straw. Some previously unissued cream, a remnant of his heat, came leaking out and dripping into her mouth where she could enjoy the tangy taste of it, hungrily gobbling it down. And this time Mac Sharkey wasn't pulling her head away. He loved feeling her hot, leeching mouth on his enlarging cock as much as he loved sucking it. Now she was grateful to Ed Crisco for insisting she suck his dong. He had, without realizing it, turned her into one of the most outstanding cocksuckers of her time, basically because she enjoyed every sucking second.
Sharkey's hand came to rest on the top of her ebony head, slowly but insistently pushing her head farther down as his prick began growing. She could feel more of his swelling cock fill her mouth as the knob began rubbing across her palate on its journey toward the soft, pulpy back of her throat.
Her tongue was automatically flickering all over the breadth of the heavy meat already in her mouth, and the sounds he made, imploring her to continued, made her soggy pussy revitalize itself and come back to life. This time she sucked avidly, pulling strongly with her lips, feeling her cheeks hollow as her tongue ran across the underside of his cock with greater frequency. It had felt enormous that first time she had tasted it, some minutes earlier, but now it was unbelievable in length. She only had three quarters of it in her mouth with the heavy knob already halfway down her gullet. Her throat muscles surrounded the head, tightening around it making him bounce and mumble incoherently.
Liz felt her lips and jaws literally being stretched, making them ache with delight. Even so, she continued masticating his cock, intent on giving him a blowjob he would never forget now matter how many others went down on him in the future. The probable reason for her being able to do so was the immense enjoyment and satisfaction she got from stuffing cock into her mouth and shoving it all the way into her esophagus.
Her mouth sank lower and lower as she engulfed more and more rigid tool. She had more than two inches locked into her gullet, and with one final push, she took the last fraction of an inch, feeling his frizzy pelvis rub against her soft, cushioned lips. Then she began sucking madly without moving her head, using the pressure of her throat and tongue on his trembling cock. It gratified her to feel the way he writhed under her mouth.
She was completely unaware of his pulling her body around, nor was she really conscious of his raising her leg and putting it on the other side of her head. But there was no way she could not be aware of her swampy cunt suddenly being sucked into his mouth.
It was as if someone had taken an electric cattle prod and pushed it right up into her tender pussy when his tongue sank into it and swirled around, sucking out the cream he had only recently deposited in here. His nose rubbed her seething lips as his tongue stabbed in and out, stopping only to lash at her growing clitoris, making her rigid with unparalleled delight.
She was almost completely out of her mind with joy as her thighs crushingly surrounded his face, preventing him from withdrawing his mouth from against her seething snatch. She could feel his tongue lapping insanely into her, sopping up the cream he had shot into her along with what seemed like gallons of her own thick lubricant. Much of it had seeped out of her slit, oozing through the black furry mat above her inflamed hole. His tongue sucked it all back into his mouth.
Then he was chewing at her outer labia; first the left one and then the right one. He chewed strongly, but his teeth only served to arouse her all the more. Meanwhile he had run an index finger through Liz's asscrack, making her round, jellylike globes quiver with anxiety. The finger slid up and down nearly a dozen times before stopping at the prune-like pucker of her anal entrance. It pressed slowly against it, forcing the sphincter muscle to widen, and with some of the lubricant from her cunt coating it, the finger began to slowly make its way into the tightness of her rectum. When he had the full length of his finger within, he pressed hard, and the thrill coursing through her was so wonderful, she chewed on the hairy base of his cock, making him tremble and quiver with new spasms of pleasure.
Sharkey proved a relentless lover. He continued delightfully stuffing his finger in her asshole, twirling it around and around as his tongue lapped her delicious cunt with more and more verve.
Liz felt her mind whirling, losing all contact with any kind of reality. The way he pressed his finger into her asshole reminded her of the way her husband's cock always reamed it out. And the way his stiffened tongue lurched in and out of her pussy made her think of the way "One-Shot-Crisco's" cock punched in and out. And the mighty truncheon filling her mouth and throat was bringing rapture beyond belief. Her clitoris felt as if it had grown to the size of a cock as it vibrated under the masterful lapping of his tongue or shivered when he bit it lightly.
Now her head began a slow bobbing up and down, easing the monstrous glans out of her throat, only to shove them right back in.
Her lips continued their strong sucking, while her tongue vibrated in a mad staccato against the entire phallic cylinder. She could feel him ramming his aching prong down her throat with such power she thought its head might well come out of her cunt, at which point he would be licking his own cock. It was impossible, naturally, but nevertheless such thoughts ran through her mind.
Even as she thought it, she felt his thick, trunk-like staff ram itself all the way down again as she slid the rough-smoothness of her tongue over its solidity. She searched for, and found the most sensitive point at the base of his heaving prong, and proceeded to lick it while compressing her lips tightly around it, forcing his already immense penis to swell even more, enlarging and contracting against the tight, crushing ring of muscle in her aching throat.
Now he was fucking her in the mouth, letting his body rise and fall as he pumped upward with all his might, fucking even more quickly than when his cock had been ramming into her cunt. The harder he fucked, the more avid she was about sucking his meat.
He still had a finger moving inside her rectum, and her sphincter had locked itself tightly around the third knuckle while he rubbed the fingertip inside. Had her mouth not been so utterly crammed full of prick, she would have screamed out her delight.
Goddamnitalltohell! she thought. This was a game two could play. With her own hands she reached for Sharkey's flat ass, and soon had the cheeks parted. In almost no time she had the index finger of her left hand pushing into his tight, resisting bumhole, pressing against the sphincter, forcing it wider until she had shoved two thirds of her finger into him. And from the way he bounced, she knew she had reached him. It was the final catalyst needed to make him react, and react he did as a thick, gummy wad of come-juice came splashing into her throat, oozing right down into her belly. It was instantly followed by another flaming shot of gluey cream, and then another.
The hot gism was all Liz needed to ease whatever tension was in her body. She lay back, letting the full length of cock hose her entire throat with its white fluid, and because she relaxed she reacted to the way his tongue was washing her clit and lancing into her own frothing pussy. His lips were now pressing on her burning clit as his tongue literally beat at it, slapping it up, down and around, and then she began a series of multiple orgasms again. Her body bucked and heaved and she gurgled with delight as spasm after spasm of wild delight thundered into her.
The world of orgasm was the most wonderful world of all. It opened pathways of delight found nowhere else. One didn't have to travel far to enjoy it, nor did one have to spend a lot of money for it. It was there for the taking if one knew how to take it.
His meat slowly softened. Eventually she let it slip from her mouth. Even as she did so, she saw it spurt one last tiny, greyish drop of sperm, and she sucked it in before letting his cock go. Then, and only then, did his lapping tongue stop working on her oversensitive clitoris and she could appreciate how wonderful it was to experience a rush of cool air against it, feeling the wonderful ministrations of his tongue fade deeper and deeper into her mind. It had been something exceptionally wonderful.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The experience had been totally unnerving. Liz was left completely breathless. Mac Sharkey was no less astonished, himself having been thoroughly astounded at the wild thrills he felt as his body still tingled. Sharkey, tall, handsome, with a pleasant smile and strong jaw to match his rugged body, had known quite a few women in his twenty-five years, but none had ever imparted such overwhelming physical satisfaction as this young, slender brunette. She was married, but there was no doubt in his mind of her extreme youth. Even so, her body had given him the kind of thrill and pleasure no other woman had imparted. And he had known experienced women. Hell! She was terrific. But .'. . she was married, goddamn it!
"I'd better be going," he said, getting dressed. "My boss'll wonder what the hell happened to me. I'll bet he's been trying to reach me on the car radio for the past twenty minutes."
"Tell him you were helping me carry packages into the house," Liz answered, smiling, thrilled with the way he had fucked her.
She was completely whacked out. After her sixteenth climax she had lost count of just how many more she had enjoyed. She'd had no idea it was possible for a woman to enjoy so many multiple orgasms. What she did know was the fact that she had gotten to him, too, although he wasn't admitting it. Yet she had the feeling the next time she called for a cab and made a specific request for his cab, he would come running. Though only fifteen, Liz was beginning to learn about men.
She also dressed and walked with him to the door. She wanted to tip him in addition to paying the cab fare, but he refused, saying, "You gave me a better tip than all the other customers combined."
"Mac, you were sent from heaven."
"Hey, you promised before I left you'd tell me what this was all about."
Quickly, in a few sentences, Liz explained all that had happened to her since meeting Crisco, leaving out the messenger boy since she didn't consider him to be of any importance."
"Your husband must be the all-time king of jerks," Sharkey said when she had finished.
"A whole month, Mac. A whole month. I thought I'd go crazy, and if you hadn't come along, I might have. I have to see you again. Please!"
"Friday is my day off," he told her.
"We can have the whole day together. I'll tell Ed I'm going into the city. He won't like it, but I don't much care what he likes or doesn't like anymore. Pick me up here at ten?"
"Ten o'clock it is," Sharkey smiled, and bending down, kissed her softly, gently, causing new fires to start simmering inside both of them.
"I'd better get outta here before your husband comes home and finds us rolling on the floor together," he said, finally pulling his lips from hers.
Before she could answer, he had hurried out the door.
Liz stood there, staring after him, watching the cab hurry away. She smiled thinking of the length and breadth of his fantastic cock. She had held it all, though with great effort, and even if she might not be able to take anything bigger, what Mac Sharkey had to offer was more than enough.
It was almost seven in the evening when Ed Crisco came home. He smelled as if he'd been working in a sewer half the day, but his hands and face were all washed before sitting down to supper with Liz.
"You really shaped this place up," he told her.
"Glad you like it," she answered, bored.
"Yeah, but you still have a snotty mouth. You gotta learn a few manners. I don't think I'll give you my sweetmeat to eat."
Not giving a damn at that moment, Liz merely sneered back at him, "Who cares? You can keep it gift-wrapped for some other little kid you feel like raping."
"I'll do just that," Crisco snapped. "She'll like it just as much as you did that first time."
They finished eating silently, then Crisco went into the living room and took a nap on the couch. Liz went out and sat by the canal in back of her house, wrapped in a coat since the days were already cold.
An hour later she heard Crisco leave, get into his van, and drive off. He'd be looking for some tart in whose cunt he could bury his smelly organ. Well that was just fine. Liz was already afraid he would infect her if he plunged it into her.
Her period came that night and stayed with her until Friday morning. Once it was over, she douched her cunt out thoroughly. Mac Sharkey was due shortly.
When Sharkey arrived, still driving his cab even though it was his day off, he saw her, prim, tiny, almost helpless-looking. She had on a blue cloth coat, under which she was wearing a simple plaid woolen dress.
Liz felt her heart leap as she got into the front seat of the cab next to him. She had left cold sandwiches in the refrigerator along with a note on the table telling Crisco she had gone into the city and would be back, and that his lunch was where she had put it.
Two more messengers had arrived during the week, both with similar packets to the one Kevin had brought. Neither of the two messengers had been anyone she'd known. Before storing the packets away in the iron box, Liz had checked each one, seeing each contained ten thousand dollars in bearer bonds. This meant there was a total of twenty-five thousand dollars locked up in the heavy iron box in the cellar.
Crisco had been enlarging his construction company and had started five new, separate jobs at the same time. He had demanded fifteen percent of the money in advance, off the books, and since his rates were much lower than those of the competition, the clients more than willingly paid him. He had gone to a brokerage firm and converted part of the money into bearer bonds which had then sent to his home by a messenger service while he went back to work.
Liz had seen him working on his books and though she understood almost nothing about accounting, she was able to understand he was accepting new clients, and as a result was getting in all that money. Three packets had arrived, which meant three of the five clients had paid him. There were two more packets to go.
After taking her to the drugstore, Sharkey brought her to his own little apartment where Liz saw a lot of medical books.
"Are you also a doctor?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "Not yet. I go to medical school in the mornings, Monday through Thursday, and I drive the cab to finance everything. Hell! I'd have been finished with med school a lot sooner if I'd had enough money to go full time. There's this great school out in Colorado where I could finish up by June if I had another ten thousand dollars. Then I could go directly into a hospital as an intern by July. By the time I establish a residency I'd just about be ready to get married."
"When would that be?" Liz asked.
"I figure in about four more years."
"Studying medicine takes up a lot of time," she mused. "You aren't going to have nearly as much time for me as I'd like."
"An occasional Friday, like today," he nodded. "But most of my spare time will be taken up studying. I'm taking today off from my books because I'd go nuts if I looked at them again."
"Well then, how about studying some anatomy. My anatomy."
"Hell, now. I'm going to enjoy your anatomy, not study it. I've even darkened the bedroom, pulling down the shades so I can't think of you in terms of anything other than a love-object."
"Here's your object," she smiled. "Love it."
"Glad to," he muttered, going to her and enclosing her in his arms, pressing his open lips to hers, letting his tongue mingle with hers as saliva freely flowed from one mouth to another.
Liz could feel his cock harden through his pants and press against her. It got her hot and excited as she sighed.
The kiss ended and he leaped to his feet, pulling her up with him.
"Not here," he told her. "Not here. I want it to be right."
He moved to the bedroom, half dragging her with him. When he reached for the light switch she pleaded, "No lights."
"No lights," he agreed, slamming the bedroom door shut. He was willing to do anything to possess her. Darkness enveloped them.
He didn't know how long it took for him to undress, but as fast as he was, she had been faster. When he reached the bed and felt for the top of the covers, he touched her form already beneath the blanket. Pulling his side of the cover loose. he crawled in next to her, pressing his anxious body against the softness of her.
It was Liz who started things, plunging her moist, hot tongue into Sharkey's ear. He jumped and tried to pull away, but she held his head close and continued jabbing his ear with her tongue, sending shivers through his body. The man hadn't done a ting yet, but Liz felt her heart beating at breakneck speed. It was about to happen now-a fabulous seduction. And though she had complete control of the situation it thrilled her to know she held such power over a man. Juices were already seeping from her crack, coating her naked thighs, and the feeling made her clitoris swell and tingle with arousal.
Grabbing Sharkey's trembling hand, she used it to cover her right tit, holding it against the soft firmness of the fleshy orb.
Sharkey gasped, his body trembling even more as he cupped the breast, feeling the nipple enlarge as it pressed into his palm. His cock sprang to life, making a smear against Liz's thigh as it rubbed it heavily. She pulled his head down to her other tit, forcing him to open his mouth so she could stuff the firm flesh into his mouth. Sharkey swallowed willingly, still unable to believe the young teenaged bride was making love to him again. He lay there, unable to think of what to do next, so Liz took his hand and pressed his palm more tightly against her boob, showing him how to make circles against her flesh.
Sharkey's entire body was inflamed at the prurient sensations running through him. His prick jerked against her again and again, wanting to bury itself in her warm, soothing cunt.
Liz whimpered, "Kiss me, kiss me," and Sharkey let her tit fall from his mouth so he could paste his lips to hers, letting his tongue lash at hers. For the cab driver no other world existed. His whole universe was concentrated in the woman beside him whose mouth burned against his, and whose hands were softly pulling on his horn, making it seep more and more. He wondered if he would be able to control himself.
Burning desire seethed through Sharkey. His balls, always very large, were tight against his body now, straining to squeeze the sperm from them through his solid tubing. His cock palpitated with desire, spasmodically moving her knowing hand.
Liz, herself, was consumed with blistering lust, seeing how easily she was succeeding. Her hand continued stroking his penis as she began to take short little nips with her teeth from his cheeks and lips. It sent Sharkey into a wild frenzy. As her hand went lower and caressed his balls, he emitted tiny, animalistic groans. He melted and was her slave to do with as she pleased.
All the other women had let him. They had lain there while he had done the work. That was why he'd found it so difficult to be truly content. None of them gave a damn about him. All they'd cared about was what he could do for them. And some had only given themselves to him for money and felt nothing. But this woman was something else. She was filled with passion, and she wasn't waiting to see what he could do. She was proceeding without waiting for him. Never before had his flesh burned like this. He was consumed with his want for her.
He wanted her so badly he could feel the ache in his nuts. Goddammit! He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck the ass right off her.
Now he began to take a more active part, rubbing her tits with both hands, squeezing them together so he could suck on both nipples simultaneously. His cock was a burning spear in her moving hand and he wondered how she could hold it without scorching herself.
She yanked back the covers and began kissing his hairy chest. Her hand continued squeezing the shaft of his pecker, and the sight of it in the darkness brought her head toward it. She moved her head forward the last fraction of an inch and let her tongue touch the staff. She could feel the sopping wetness in her cunt and knew she would be all excited, yet the most important thing was to satisfy Sharkey.
Her lips engulfed the solid, rubber-like head of the throbbing putz, and she tasted the lubricant as it poured forth. Then she swallowed it, cramming the entire cock between her lips, letting it slide along her tongue to the back of her throat. She sucked at it voraciously, like a tigress wanting to swallow an entire piece of meat at once.
Sharkey's back arched as he shoved his entire dick into the girl's gaping ma. It was a big cock and she was able to take the entire pole with no fraction of an inch to spare. Her nose pushed into his curly pubic hair as her teeth ran around the base of the cock. His body was bucking fiercely, furiously fucking his prick up into her throat. The way Sharkey's body jerked made her body tense with anticipation. His pelvis was pressing against her in such a way she thought he wanted her to swallow his balls as well as his cock. She caressed the scrotum, teasing it with her tickling fingers, and from the pulsating beat she felt under the skin at the base of Sharkey's cock, Liz now knew the time had come.
The burning prick throbbed wildly and jets of hot, gooey liquid flooded the girl's mouth. It raged down her throat with a wild, seething fury. She gulped and gulped, swallowing more and more and still Sharkey's balls wouldn't quit. It poured jet after jet of liquid fire into her constricting gullet as he yelled, "Suck, you angel. Suck me dry. Suck and suck and suck until there's nothing left."
And suck she did, pulling every bit of gism from the man's exploding prong. Her hands gently continued caressing his balls, almost as if she were squeezing the heavy juices out of them into her waiting throat.
Finally there was no more. Sharkey's cock had shrunken to where it was barely there. It lay limply against the tip of her satin tongue, completely hollow and dried out, now.
Sharkey lay back on the bed, not only drained of fluid, but drained of energy. A great weight seemed to close around him now, especially covering his eyelids.
Still, Liz held onto the limp cock with her lips, her eyes closed, her body quivering. In making Sharkey come, she had reached the brink of an orgasm herself. And now she remained there, her thighs pressed tightly together, her pussylips caressing her swollen clitoris until finally, with a convulsion of her own, she felt her climax burst out of her.
Letting Sharkey's pecker fall from her lips, she collapsed on top of Sharkey for the moment, waiting for the overwhelming explosion to pass. Her body twitched a few times as the orgasm surged through her, and then it finally faded away.
Opening her eyes, Liz saw Sharkey recovering, and as he did so, he sat up, pulled her upright, and began rubbing her nipples, firmly.
Liz experienced heady thrill after thrill coursing through her burning flesh as Sharkey's fingers gouged her firm tits, squeezing and kneading them. She breathed heated bolts of breath into Sharkey's ear, whispering, "Do it to me, Mac. Do it to me."
A mild breeze whipped up outside, and the cool air came into the bedroom window Sharkey had left slightly open. She felt the cool air wash over her naked body. It only served to arouse her all the more. She arched her body pushing her breasts into Sharkey's large hands.
Sharkey pushed her back on the bed and continued caressing one breast while beginning to suck on the other. He gobbled as much of her breast into his mouth as he possibly could, twining his tongue around the upstanding, turgid, blood-filled nipple. He lashed the tiny bud again and again, making her writhe and squirm. Where she had been hot before, she was burning now.
Sharkey let his tense fingers work down as he continued his sucking. His hands swept across her solid thighs, groping along her anxious flesh until he felt the wiry tangle of hair. When he moved his fingers a bit lower, he found her thighs soaked with the outpouring from her yearning slit.
A blast furnace seemed to come alive in Liz's bosom. Sharkey continued sucking on her breasts, avidly pulling them between his lips until the girl almost cried out.
Liz wriggled again, feeling Sharkey press against her. She could feel his stiffened prick through her lust. Of her own volition she reached down and tugged his massive, swollen organ. Her hand snaked around the stem, feeling his cock yank its way loose for an instant before she grabbed it again.
His prick felt as thick as a fireman's pole and she couldn't wait to fit it into the gap between her thighs. She wanted to feel it rammed into her to the hilt, stuffing her cunt, leaving no space for air. She wanted it fitted in so tightly not even her juices would be able to seep out.
Sharkey jammed a finger into her soaking twat, moving his body back and forth so her hand created friction for his pulsating peter. It throbbed as blood filled its sacs, and so Liz continued to gently caress it, running her long, delicate fingers over its entire length again and again. She tightened her grip and made it twitch, feeling it wanting to grow ever larger though it would have been impossible.
Fireworks burst in many tiny explosions in Sharkey's head causing him to work even more feverishly on her small tits. She pushed her breasts into his face one more time and crooned. Her hand tightened on his rigid prick, yanking it harder and harder. Sharkey turned his body every which way in an effort to ease the pressure without loosening her grip on his prong. But it was useless. She let go for an instant. He rose, pulling away, as his dick wobbled, and then his cock stood stiffly erect, pointing directly at her. His balls still hung loosely between his thighs.
Liz gazed at the pipe of flesh as it moved from side to side, then she reached out and cupped his scrotum in her hand, waiting until his wavering pike aimed accusingly at her body.
The weight of his balls seemed too heavy in her hands and she let them dangle while she returned her attentions to his dong. She had held the large cock in her pussy as well as her mouth, and now, as she looked at it, she wondered how she'd managed.
It was both, longer and thicker than before. And now, as her hand caressed it, it seemed to have a will of its own, the glans all puffed, continually expanding and contracting as if it were breathing. The bulbous head with its sightless eye seemed to be contemplating her. When she leaned forward and licked his wrinkled sac, she saw the cock jump. And then he was back on the bed beside her.
Sharkey's hands were suddenly all over her body. They were fondling her turgid nipples, rubbing across her flat belly, then dipping into the split swelling between her thighs, curling themselves in her pelvic hair, then washing over and between her pink labia, fast reddening.
Liz spread her thighs, allowing Sharkey's fingers to investigate the depth of her pussy-explore her inner self as they moved in and out, stopping only to caress her clitoris. Her body tingled and her explosive breath came in short pants as he kissed her again, letting his tongue fill her mouth as his moving fingers filled her hungry cunt. Already she was jerking, keeping rhythm to the movement of the fingers inside her. She creamed all over them, making his movement easier, but losing a little of the heady thrill. She could feel him working with a certain regularity, making even more fluid come out as he prepared her pussy to contain his cock.
Her hand reached out and moved across his solid stomach, once again rubbing against his pubic hair as she tried to grab his throbbing prick again. Her fingers slid up and down along the rigid rod, and Sharkey began to feel as hot as Liz. He had to yank her pounding hand away.
Throwing her on her back, he used his arms and knees to hover above her. She felt the shuddering touch of his slurping cock as he moved between her sensitive thighs. As he moved, his hands reached out and squeezed her tits, his palms rubbing against the nipples. They stood out redly, now, no longer soft but as rigid in their way as his cock.
Static tingled through Liz's body in one shimmering wave after another coming together in her cunt. She felt the burning heat make her pussylips burn.
Sharkey carefully pushed the enlarged head of his prong between the puffy outer labia of her box, then waited until she prepared for his thrust before inching his way into the deep, dark cavern of her cunt. The swollen, rigid pole caused her seething pussylips to part even more. To Liz it felt immense as it barreled its way into her.
Little by little he was forcing the full length of his white-hot poker into her. She tried easing the pressure by pulling herself down into the mattress, but there was no stopping his hot cock, now. He shoved with all his might, feeling his prong slide into the tight, blazing clutch of her quim. Her cuntwalls were stretching to their utmost as his pubic hair touched hers, twining and intermingling.
His penetrating cock teased her sucking labia as he spread his body over hers.
Sharkey breathed into her ear as he planted hot, passionate kisses on her cheek and mouth. The girl could feel the full length of his rock-hard prick as it began working inside her, moving back and forth between her sucking inner labia while her outer lips planted continual kisses along all of it.
The two of them moved together, Liz, adjusting her rhythm to the frantic pace he was setting, bouncing her solid ass up and down to meet his plunging thrusts. When their stomachs came together, Sharkey slipped his hands under her and began kneading her buttocks. This forced his chest against her knifing nipples, and sharp sensations rippled through both bodies. Sharkey moved even more quickly now, his swollen glans pounding into the glove of her seething box, rubbing all walls of the deep, fleshy sleeve. His cock was feeling more excited by the moment.
Her hands pressed his ass into her, pulling on the cheeks as her nails dug into them. And Sharkey reciprocated by crushing her solid ass-flesh with his own hands.
Both were perspiring as Sharkey used one hand to roughly yank one of her juicy buttocks to the side while the other employed a searching finger, seeking out her asshole. Finding the sought-for orifice, he plunged his questing finger past the guard of her sphincter, burying it in her rectum up to the first knuckle.
Never once did he break the speedy rhythm of his fucking. In fact, his finger aroused her body even more, causing her to speed things up. Sharkey moaned, biting her earlobe and then jamming his tongue as far into her ear as it would go. He squirmed his prong around inside her blazing box, socking it all the way into her again and again.
Liz felt him stiffen and knew he was about to come. And then the fiery fluid came spurting into her pussy, adding to the pent-up heat building there, causing her own sensations to build sharply. She thrust her loins forward to continue the contact with his lunging cock, and as his liquid soaked its way into her womb she felt her own climax overpower her. Jets of her own, colorless seminal fluid coated his staff as her pussylips squeezed and squeezed, trying to drain every last drop of sperm from him.
Holding Sharkey tightly, she waited as a series of orgasms followed, each tumbling on the other, each causing her to crush him to her more tightly.
"That was marvelous," she finally murmured, holding him against her, still feeling the sensation of the hairs on his chest as they tickled her oversensitive nipples.
"I've never known a woman like you," he muttered, letting his head rest on her bosom, his tongue trying to play with her still-distended nipples. "I wish we could stay like this forever. Hell, even after a strong orgasm like the last one I'm still hard."
"I know," she smiled, squeezing his stiff cock with her labia. "I can feel it." And she could. It still moved inside her, hard, strong, and hot, teasing her cunt back to life.
Gently, she pressed his head against her breast as he continued fondling her nipples with his tongue. She wanted that cock moving in her again as quickly as possible. She had first come to appreciate the pleasures of sex only two months earlier, and now that she knew what it was to have a multiple orgasm, she wanted another one. She wanted to keep on coming until her soul floated free of the rest of her body. She wanted to come until the burning in her cunt was finally assuaged and soothed by the continual flow of their mutual juices.
She caressed Sharkey's hair, letting her fingers trace patterns on the nape of his neck, feeling him shudder at the touch of her fingertips. Now his still-solid prick began moving inside her broiling nookie in earnest. His body was coming back to life, and she impatiently moved her own loins in an effort to galvanize him into full action once again. He began pumping with long, slow thrusts, and before he'd pushed into her a dozen times, a second series of multiple orgasms surrounded her.
Sharkey felt the way her voracious cunt was contracting against his hungry cock, and though he kept on plunging it into her, he knew it would be a long time before he might come again. So he waited until she'd finished coming, then said, "I want to use your ass. I have to." And he pulled his mighty prong, stiff and shiny with their mingled fluids from her quim.
Using his shoulders, he raised her thighs higher, for rather than turn her over, he wanted to enter her asshole this way.
Her solid, tanned buttocks seemed closed to him, at first. But he pushed his prong against the puckered brown ring of her anus, forcing the muscle to slowly but surely yield. He shoved his thick cock into the all-but-dry asshole, and the enlarged point began sinking in.
Liz lurched forward and moaned as a combined sensation of pain and pleasure rippled through her body. She let her thighs dangle over his shoulders now, content to let him do most of the work as she bore her weight on her shoulders.
He rammed into her one more time, burying his oversized prick in her rectum to its very depths. New sensations followed old ones as she realized she would always enjoy being sodomized.
Sharkey withdrew his cock part of the way, then rammed it forward again. He repeated the maneuver, ramming it all the way into her hole again, his stomach slapping up against the backs of her thighs. He reached down with his thumb and began rubbing it against her swollen clit. Liz began to breathe heavily, sighing with each forward thrust as his thumb continued rubbing her clit.
Now he began hammering his cock into her ass with quicker, shorter thrusts, feeling her sphincter almost crush his cock, all the sensitive nerves in it tingling. Heated sperm came boiling up again, rushing through his tube and emptying itself in her anal canal, and now the girl began experiencing a series of her first anal orgasms, shuddering and quivering, her tight ass doing an orgiastic dance around the pole impaling it. Even so, his finger continued working on her clitoris, and while one set of orgasms blanketed her, a multiplicity of vaginal orgasms swept over her again, completely engulfing her.
"Once more," she begged. "I have to come at least once more. Please."
"I don't have the strength," Sharkey admitted, pulling his now-limp cock from her steaming asshole. "I'll never get it up again."
"Then eat me," she begged. "Please."
There was no way he could refuse her. He thought her heat was due solely to his lovemaking, and having gotten her to this point, he felt it his obligation to bring her total relief.
He moved down, smelling the muskiness of her pussy, a fragrance he found delightful and pleasing. When he looked at the slot he had fucked, minutes before, he saw it was ready. It seemed to blow kisses to him, longing to have his tongue lick her juicy hole. Her legs wrapped themselves around his head and pulled his face into her burning muff. Her thighs closed around him, and as his tongue probed into her aching quim, she began churning violently, undulating in hard, tiny circles. The delightful natural perfume of her slit filled his nostrils as his tongue slurped away. He drank of the liquid her box was expelling as his tongue speared into the very center of her, touching her upper, lower, and side walls. Then he slid his tongue out and pressed it flat against her straining clitoris. Taking the bud of flesh between his lips, he sucked heavily on it, then let his tongue twirl around it furiously before driving it into her pussy once more.
Liz felt every move his tongue made, and it was like a million electric needles playing havoc with her cunt. She almost smashed Sharkey's nose, heaving her rump up so he could lick inside her box once more. His tongue continued the trip from the red-hot clit to the white-hot tunnel, circling and reaming, sucking and slurping, working and re-working. Her pink cuntlips were a bright, fiery red.
In order to increase Liz's feelings even more, Sharkey pushed a finger into her asshole where his cock had only recently plundered, and it made the girl go into a greater frenzy. He had no trouble burying his entire finger in her rectum. It caused her to fall all the way back and spread her thighs to their limits. He pressed his face against the soaking outer labia as he drove his tongue all the way in.
Now Liz could feel it coming. It was the orgasm to end all orgasms. This one didn't crawl up on her and swallow her up. Rather it rushed at her like an immense tidal wave. It was higher, deeper, and more intense than anything she had ever felt before. It towered over her, then fell on her like a huge building, completely overpowering, engulfing, and drowning her. It buffeted her back and forth, and she flung her body from side to side, her encircling thighs holding Sharkey against her; making him move with her. First one climax, then another, then a third, and then another anal climax. She screamed and screamed again, unable to contain everything inside her. Her cunt was a great, big, boiling and overflowing container, spewing up climaxes the way a volcano erupted. And then, when the feeling was too good to believe, she fainted.
Her return to reality was followed by another session and yet another. It was after five when they decided they'd had enough. Liz lost count of all the climaxes she had enjoyed, while Sharkey had experienced seven separate total culminations. He was completely worn out, and where he would find the strength to eventually drive her home was beyond her.
"Liz," he told her as they finished dressing. "I like you very much. In fact, I like you too much. You're a married woman, which by itself means you're not the best thing in the world for me. But I'm serious about my medical studies. I must pass. It's vital to me to become a doctor."
"If I go on seeing you I won't have any time left for studying. I'm sorry Liz, but I've been thinking about it all afternoon. The more I enjoyed myself with you, the more I realized I'm going to have to stop seeing you, at least for awhile."
Liz didn't know what to say. She felt as if a building had collapsed on top of her. Here was the kind of man she had really wanted-needed in fact. And now he was turning away from her. All the love she had been prepared to give her husband she had now been ready to bestow on this man, and he, like Ed Crisco, was rejecting her. Crisco had been cruel and callous about, killing any feeling she might have had for him, but this man was telling her he still loved her, not even allowing her the opportunity to despise him. And yet, he was right. He did have a life of his own, and he was the only one who could build it.
Looking up at him, she nodded and said, "I understand."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a cold hard world, and at the tender age of fifteen, Liz Crisco found herself learning about men the hard way. All of them, good, bad, or indifferent were out for themselves. It was the way of all animals.
Why then, should she be any different. From now on it was Liz for Liz, seeing what she could get from men.
Her husband remained indifferent to her need for sex, and with Mac Sharkey gone that need was greater than ever. Crisco had merely given her the faintest inkling of what fucking was all about. It had remained for Sharkey to really open her eyes to the wonders of cock and cunt. But Sharkey was no longer around.
Yet she knew instinctively that men coveted her body as much as she, herself, coveted a good cock. The only reason her husband was so blase about screwing her was she was his wife. She belonged to him. She was no longer forbidden fruit. He could have her any time he wanted, and knowing that turned him off.
Yes, she wanted some good cock, but from now on she wasn't simply giving it away. Any man who really wanted her would have to pay for it one way or another, no matter how much she craved masculine meat.
The first man to do so arrived at her house only three days after she'd been with Sharkey. Her weekend had been miserable, with Crisco continually taunting her, even waving his cock in front of her eyes, cruelly teasing her, letting her know she wasn't going to get it until she fell on her knees and begged him to let her suck it. Liz, hotter than ever after her day with Sharkey, almost went to her knees to plead for a taste of his wang. Only a strong inner pride restrained her. The hell with him.
"One day I'm gonna throw you the fuck outta here, wife or no wife," he snapped, just before going to work that Monday morning.
"And I'll sue you for everything you own," she snapped back.
Angrily, she cleared the table of the breakfast dishes, and was about to relax after he was gone when she heard the doorbell ring. Answering it, she found herself confronted by a short, dark man wearing black, horn-rimmed glasses. He had on a dark suit, and the phony smile pasted on his mouth was obviously a business smile. He carried a small satchel with him, and the moment he saw how lovely Liz looked, his pasted-on smile became a wide grin.
"Good morning you lady, may I speak with your mother," he began.
"That line's older than the two of us put together," she snapped. "I'm the lady of the house, and don't tell me how young and lovely I am. It's been said before."
"Yes, well, my name is Phil Anders. I represent the Sheer Hosiery Lingerie Company. Rather than wait for you lovely ladies to come into the stores, we sell our merchandise directly in the home, making shopping so much easier for you."
"And just what is it you're pushing this week?" Liz asked.
"Panty hose," he replied, smiling. "Can I interest you in the newest, sheerest product ever made?"
"Sure," Liz answered, smiling back. "Come on in."
Here was the perfect man to start her campaign. He didn't have much money, but if she could con him into giving her a half dozen free pair of panty hose, she would be on her way.
She ushered him into the living room and invited him to put his satchel on the old, scratched coffee table.
"What size to you wear?" he asked.
Liz told him and he nodded, then took out a tape measure, and she said, "I just told you my size. Why the tape measure?"
"We custom-fit everything," he replied. "I have different kinds of panty hose in your size. I want to find the one with exactly the right length. I have to measure your inseam."
He was a clever son of a bitch. He was looking to cop a feel or two, and was using the tape measure as an excuse. She was willing to bet he never bothered measuring the old, ugly, or overweight women.
"Would you mind removing your skirt?" he asked.
A voyeur, too. He not only wanted to feel, but he wanted to see what he was feeling.
"Sure," she agreed, and undid her miniskirt, leaving it on a nearby chair.
She watched the way his eyes immediately went to the dark brush on her pubic mound. Her sheer nylon panty did little to hide her feminine beauty, and she noticed his eyes remained glued there as he spoke to her.
"Uhh... yes... well... could you open your... uhhh... legs a little."
Smiling, Liz parted her thighs and stood there. She waited as he approached her with the tape measure. She felt him press the leather V at the top of the tape measure into her groin, and as his fingers rubbed her there she felt herself getting wet. He took nearly a minute and a half getting the length of her legs, and even when he was finished his fingers lingered there a few moments.
"We also have a line of Francine of Paris bras," he told her when the measuring was done.
"And I suppose those are also custom-fitted?"
"Certainly."
"Well, why not."
"You'll have to remove your old bra and let me measure your breasts."
"Of course," she smiled, taking off her blouse and unhooking her bra.
She removed it slowly, letting him get a long look at her firm, upstanding tits. She could see his mouth watering.
He used the tape measure first to get her size.
The he tried using it to get her cup size, his palms rubbing her nipples the whole time, feeling the swell in the center of his hands, becoming hard, spongy spikes of firm flesh. At one point he got carried away and lowered his mouth to her tits, sucking on her right nipple.
Gently, Liz disengaged his mouth from her breast, saying, "I din't know you had a measuring device attached to your tongue."
"God!" he murmured. "You're beautiful. Let me kiss those wonderful boobs again."
"Is that part of the measurement?"
"Please, please, you taste so fresh, so young, so delicious."
"Sure," she smiled at him. "You just go to your car and bring me one of every different kind of bra you have in my size."
"These are expensive bras," he told her. "Each one goes for twenty dollars."
"Good. I've always wanted a line of expensive bras."
"B... b... but... "
"You don't have to, you know," she said, slipping into her old brassier again.
"No, wait. I'll get them. But I want more than to just suck on your tits. I have five different bras your size in my wagon. That's a hundred dollars worth of merchandise."
"Retail," she reminded him. "Wholesale I'll bet it comes closer to thirty or forty dollars, if that much."
"It's still one helluva lot of commission lost on my part, not to mention what I have to pay the company."
"I think you'll find I'm worth it."
"That's what I mean. For all that merchandise I want more than a tit to suck."
"Maybe I'll let you kiss my pussy."
"I wanna do more than kiss it. I wanna pole it."
"Sure, sure. All you have to do is bring me a dozen pairs of panty hose, in my size, in addition to the bras, as well as a box of panties, too. I wear a size eight panty."
"Lady, you're asking for more than two hundred and fifty dollars in merchandise."
"I told you, I'm worth it. You'll see."
"Yeah, well you'd better be worth it."
"Hey look, I wasn't the one who came knocking at your door. You came to me. If you think the price is too high, we'll just forget it." And she turned around and wiggled her rump, letting him see the full, tight asscheeks wink at him.
"Okay," he agreed. "Okay. You win. Christ! I gotta have you."
Go get the stuff, first."
So he went out to his station wagon and brought her the bras, panties, and panty hose she had requested. Then he wrote up an order, filled in the amount, and wrote PAID on the order, and gave one copy to her while keeping the other copy for himself. And all the time it took all his strength to keep from letting his drool fall all over his chest.
Liz put the dainties away, then said, "Now let's you and I get down to business. You do exactly as I say and we'll both have a good time."
"Just say the word, lady."
"To begin with, why don't you sit in the chair over there, near the window."
She pointed to the chair near the window overlooking the bay. As he sat she could see the light from the window fall on his crotch, and there was no mistaking the hard bulge there, letting her know she affected him even more strongly than she had originally believed. Here he was with an erection without her touching him.
The water on the bay was calm, but there were not boats drifting by. There would be no one to spy on what she was about to do.
He looked up at her, curious as to what she had in mind. Liz, still being young and ingenuous didn't have anything more exotic in mind that was different from what she had done with Kevin and Sharkey.
"You know," she said, reaching out and laying her hand flatly on the bulge in his crotch, "you aren't the only one with a measure in his mouth."
"Huh?" was all he could say as her tapered fingers closed tightly around the bulge of his phallic rod.
He melted as he stared into her youthful, lovely face with its wide-set eyes and full, cushiony mouth. The perfect shape of her lips was being licked by the tip of her tongue, making them moist and shiny, and when she smiled, she revealed a perfect set of pearl-white teeth.
Staring at her, his body began to tremble with anticipation. He could barely contain himself. He shivered even more when her fingers pulled down the zipper of his fly. She did it slowly. tantalizingly, letting static stutter its way through his eager balls.
"We're going to have a very nice time together, aren't we?" she asked, her hand beginning to pull his shirt out of his pants. Still squatting in front of him, she leaned forward, as if anxious to see what she could pull out of his fly.
He could see the hardness of the nipples as they pressed against the bra she had put on. They were solid little pinkies straining to free themselves from the harness. He gazed at them with his mouth half open, his tongue hanging partly out, and then he jumped as her hand squeezed his prick again, sending a blast of steam heat through his testicles.
She tugged lightly on the stiff pole once or twice, then very deliberately, knowing they had the whole morning to themselves, she let her fingers slide away from it and concentrated on taking off his clothes. Deftly she unhooked his pants, then she pulled them down to his hips. Her cool fingertips slipped into the elastic waistband of his undershorts and began pulling them down, as well. Then they, too, got to his hips, she pulled them down together. She tugged them past the place where his buttocks met the chair, and only then did she allow him to see how excited she was at the sight of his swollen shaft.
"How beautiful," she murmured endearingly, her two hands caressing his short, stubby cock together. "It really has breadth to it."
Actually breadth was all it had. It certainly lacked length, being no more than five inches.
And then he trembled again as one of her hands slid into his groin and squeezed around his balls as she let her hot breath cover his vellicating cock. The solid member was still higher than her face and she breathed straight up, making it strain tightly. He gasped as one hand stroked his shaft while the other tickled his balls.
"Tell me," she asked, "how many women have you made it with since you've been selling this way?"
"A few," he mumbled, afraid to talk any louder for fear of yelling for joy.
"I've never been fucked by a salesman before. Are you good?"
"I hope so," he all but squealed. He was having the utmost difficulty controlling himself. The way her fingers tantalized and lightly fooled around with his genitals had him near insanity.
"Were the other women good?" she asked. "They were all right," he whispered, a drop of perspiration running down his neck.
"Did any of them ever suck this luscious thing?"
"No," he whimpered, almost crying at the strain he felt.
And then his hands were trying to tear her bra off.
"Relax," she murmured. "I know you like looking at and feeling my breasts."
But she wasn't looking into his anxious eyes. Rather she was staring at the tiny slit in the head of his penis as a rivulet of transparent stickiness came seeping out, ready to drip down the underside. Her tongue once again caressed her lips.
He finally unsnapped the bra again and all but tore off the undergarment. Once again he had a good look at her firm, round breasts with their pink aureolae and rich-looking, blood-swollen nipples. His hands grabbed at them, pressing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, caressing their leathery suppleness.
"Has your wonderful cock ever been sucked?" she asked.
"Uhhh... no," he finally admitted, quivering at the dreamy look in her eyes as she contemplated the lubricant-smeared glans.
"Doesn't your wife ever taste it?" she asked, assuming he was married.
He shook his head silently as beads of sweat broke out all over his forehead, affirming her suspicion that he was married was correct.
"Not even once?" she asked, incredulous that a woman wouldn't want to suck a cock, forgetting how reticent she had been until Crisco had forced her to suck his.
"We'll have to do something about that, won't we," she said, staring at the sticky droplet enlarging on the head of his stubby prick.
A hungering yearning was written all over her face, her young girlish countenance, as she moved closer to his throbbing, pulsing cock. Her nostrils flared as she caught the faint scent of his maleness through the heavy deodorant soap he used. She was filled with an uncontrolled passion to taste him. And then her slippery pink tongue, like that of a striking cobra, lunged out, snapped up the bead of lubrication, and licked lightly against the underside of his throbbing cock.
Anders jumped as if touched with a high voltage wire, his fingers and thumbs pressing tightly on the rubbery points of her swollen nipples until he almost crushed them. Then he leaned back, closed his eyes, and waited for her tongue again, anticipating it anxiously.
It pressed against the underpart of his throbbing cock and this time remained there, slithering up and down a fraction of an inch against the point where his glans was joined to the rest of his quivering pike. Her fist gripped the lower part of the stalk, making the huge knob resemble the top of a mosque as she held the prick upright. Her tonguetip trailed down along the underside, moving very slowly, letting the cool breeze coming in through the slightly open window tickle that part of his cock where her saliva was already evaporating. When her tongue got to where her fist was clutching the solid shaft, it reversed direction and went licking its way right back up, swallowing the seeping globs of sticky ointment being emitted by the burning member.
Anders tried gripping her small, smooth tits in order to haul her up. They had the firmness of youth and the smoothness of satin.
"Not yet," she murmured, then went back to tonguing his rattled cock, her hand, now resting on his balls, feeling the beginnings of turmoil down there. "We'll fuck," she told him, "when I'm ready."
She began sucking now, applying strong pressure with the ring of her lips as her tongue continued wildly licking up and down. She was rewarded with heavier flows of lubrication. The fluid completely washed the head of the dome of cock now covered by her pursing lips and her tongue washed it all away down her hungering throat.
His fingers twined themselves in her black hair, gripping tightly as the fury in his balls mounted ever higher. His bespectabled eyes were staring, almost unbelievingly, watching the way her sheath-like mouth closely fitted itself around his broiling cock. He whimpered as her hot, wet mouth massaged the throbbing probe, her tongue whipping from side to side causing pure insanity to invade his body.
He tightened his hold on her hair, yanking her face down into his aching crotch. The throbbing point of his lascivious prick was already embedded at the back of her mouth as her lips and tongue sucked the hair-surrounded root. He could feel her forehead pressing into his pelvis as her two hands lightly cupped and pressed his scrotum between them, almost squeezing as if they were the teats of cows waiting to be milked. Her eyes were now closed as she was completely lost in the utter enjoyment of what she was doing, feeling the solid pylon slide to and fro inside her jaws, thrilling to the silky feel of its outer layer of sliding skin.
Her mouth rose to the top of the shaft, her warm, full, eager lips tantalizing the corona, sliding back, forth and around over the fleshy rim, making him twitch so strongly he almost lost total control of himself.
His fingers were squeezing together in her hair, almost tugging it out by the roots. Her gorgeous, small tits dangled like tiny spherical worlds, and for all that he was enjoying her sucking, he felt he had to hold at least one tit, and so released her hair with his left hand, reached down, and began squeezing the firmness of her fleshy orb.
Liz let her mouth slide down along the length of his cock again, her hands feeling the way his balls had tightened against his body in a solid, hard, hairy mass. She could taste the way the cap of his penis was expanding and contracting, swelling ever larger, preparing to unleash its liquid fire into her throat. She timed the bobbing of her head to coincide with the way his hand was squeezing her tit, going almost totally out of her own mind from the pressure he was applying.
Still squatting, she moved forward just a little in the hope of stabbing the far end of her throat with his prick point. It just wasn't long enough. She couldn't swallow it any deeper into her mouth, though it was broad enough and stretched her cheeks to the utmost. Short, erratic bursts of heavy lubrication shot into her throat again and again and she swallowed, spurred by the taste.
His hips began erratically humping forward. She could feel the rubbery knob of his seething cock rub against the soft part of her palate as it began swelling even more, preparing to offer its libation of semen. She squeezed his balls hard in some kind of way expecting she might delay the heavy spurts. Her cheeks hollowed as her lips stuck tightly to the cock base. Even so, his plunging hips forced the short, stubby prong to slide back and forth somewhat.
It was impossible for him to continue heaving his pelvis into her face while clutching her tit, so he finally released the swollen boob and went back to tightly clutching her dark hair. He was flung way back in the chair, his head back and his face pointed toward the ceiling. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open, and the full length of his tongue lolled out to the left side.
He could feel it rising inside him, but it was so delightful he wanted to delay it. He did his best to restrain his thrusting, but he pumped in spite of himself. Liz's lips and tongue were well-oiled machines as they continued working on his bursting penis. He restrained himself as hard as possible, but it was no use. He erupted violently, powerfully, uncontrollably into her mouth. She felt his hips churn into a wild consortium of insane spasms, uncontrollably slamming into her face as he spurted shot after heavy shot of white, milky serum down her throat.
Liz gulped and drank the sticky flow, at the same time letting her tongue charge madly back and forth against the tingling, oversensitive underside of his already-wilting cock. The wonderful, delicious flowing of the stuttering liquid filled her throat with wonder and delight. The smoothness of his short thickness was another deliciousness she enjoyed. His come was actually sweet, and she drank it avidly, enjoying every last drop of it. She was actually disappointed when it quickly slowed down-his "well" temporarily running dry. Reluctantly, she let her mouth ease away from around the wilted staff, her tongue licking here and there to catch any little drop she might have missed.
"My God!" was all he could say.
"Good, huh," she countered.
"I've never had anyone do that to me. It was the first time, and Jesus! It was fantastic."
Her fingers trailed over his shrunken penis, lightly caressing it, noting it shriveled a little, but not nearly as much as some larger poles she'd seen. Sharkey's immense phallus almost disappeared when it wasn't being used. Maybe it was better that way. It swelled to monstrous proportions when needed, then shrank back out of the way when there was no use for it.
"Want a drink?" she asked.
Since being married to Crisco she realized men liked all kinds of whiskey. There was always a bottle of something-or-other lying around in the kitchen.
"I need it," he nodded.
She went to the kitchen, naked but for the panty and panty hose she still wore. She found a bottle of scotch, poured about an inch into a water glass, and brought it back to him. He downed it in one gulp, then sat back to rest for a moment. Her fingers began to idly play with his penis, and in only a few short minutes it began swelling again until, in almost no time it was at its full size again. Considering how thick it was, Liz thought the man had been cheated in length. It should have been three or four inches longer. She blew on it, this time with cool breath, and the phallic wand reacted accordingly twitching and tugging as if anxious to go to work again.
"I haven't been able to get it up twice in one day, much less twice in one hour for years," he murmured, awed by what her touch was doing.
He could feel a new pulsing in his groin letting him know he was hot all over again. He put his glass down, then reached down with his hand and began massaging her left tit, feeling the swelling nipple almost rake his palm. Liz's fingers continued caressing the steam pole between his thighs, teasing it in such a way he though he might spurt then and there, out in the open.
She raised her face to his and he kissed her. She could taste the whiskey on his breath and it aroused her. She took the time to remove his glasses and tuck them in the pocket of his suit jacket, then returned to him, standing up, holding her breasts cupped with her hands as if offering them to him. Then she moved forward and plunged her right breast into his waiting open mouth. She felt his tongue immediately press itself flat against the nipple and rub, and she began breathing more stertorously. The heat had been building in her ever since he'd first touched her pussy when he'd been "measuring" her for the panty hose. All during the time she'd caressed and sucked his cock the heat had continued building inside her own body. When he had come, the sensation had been so overpowering to her she nearly had an orgasm of her own. But nearly wasn't good enough. It didn't count. Had he knelt before her and pressed his face to her damp crotch, she would have been more than happy to let him eat her to a climax. But having never been blown prior to his experience with her, it was obvious he had never done any cuntlapping, and if she suggested it, he might be turned off, then take off, and she needed to be satisfied.
Lying down on the moth-eaten carpet, she spread her thighs and whispered, "Fuck me, now!"
She felt him tear off her panty and hose, then fall onto her, his slight body surprisingly heavy. She shuddered feeling his wonderful weight, just as he thrilled to the paradise of her warm, soft body as her thighs twined around him. Her hands held her tits as if for support as her body anxiously awaited the lance of his stubby prick. And she was more than gratified when the dome of his anxious prick thrust open the coral gates of her yearning pussy.
"Ooooooohhh," she sighed, feeling the heavy thickness of it part her inner walls as an overpowering beatitude charged through her tensed body. She humped her hips straight up, forcing the full length of the thick pillar into her tight, squeezing cunt. The burning, soaking walls of her sopping pussy slurped around the obtruder, making loud, slurping and sucking noises.
"Fuck it to me hard," she muttered.
"Very hard," he gasped, realizing her begging only made him want to screw her until she pleaded she had enough. His mouth crushed against hers as her arms and legs twined about his body the way a spider encloses its victim before destroying it.
She could taste the burning whiskey while he, through the coating of alcohol on his tongue, could taste his own come in her mouth. She sucked madly, tugging his tongue into her throat while she was writhed with her hips, trying to pull his stubby cock even more deeply into her seething box.
With his weight on his knees he withdrew until his short prong had the rim of its thick corona at the entrance to her vaginal slot, then he rotated it around and around inside, teasing the elasticity of her pussylips. How long he could go on that way neither of them knew, but both enjoyed it, thrilling to the agonizing rapture burning in them as his heavy, pulsating prong once again sank into the tightly gripping eagerness of her burning cunt.
Bracing her heels on the floor, she bounced hard, doing her best to suck in more cock, unable to do so since there was no more cock to pull in. The helmet of his maniacal phallus was reaming back and forth inside her, driving the upper wall of her tight vagina, where she had all her inner nerves, crazy. He fucked faster and harder, and almost instantly that lurking orgasm decided to make an appearance. She reached out and grabbed an asscheek in each hand, plunging his body tightly against hers as she gasped, "Please... please... please... "
Totally out of control, Anders crammed his flaming prick into her again and again, shuddering as her nails sank into his asscheeks. Her left forefinger found his anal entrance and slowly but surely wormed its way in, making his thrusting all the harder. Her back arched like a bent bow, raising both their bodies up, and his head, now bent lower itself, felt one of her tits rubbing against his mouth. The mouth opened and gobbled up the sweet boob and sucked madly as his tongue whipped itself across the nipple over and over. Soon his throat was filled with the small compactness of her firm breast, just as her cunt was jam-packed with his cock.
"Aaaaahhhh," she began to yell. "Ooooohhhh . yessssss... "
"Yes it is," he said, letting her tit fall from his mouth as he pulled back as far as he could go and slammed into her. His head moved from one tit to the other, his tongue licking one nipple at a time. "Yes," he said again, pronging it deep into her flaming foyer. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
He went on again and again, and with each "yes" he plunged into her as far as his midget salami would go. He was slamming into her seething cunt with a wild, regulated beat, his heavy prick a churning piston continually plugging away inside her as if trying to fill her gap over and over.
Her orgasm had already come forward and was teetering, as it were, on the edge of her clutching pussylips. Now her nails drove more deeply into his ass while one finger shoved in and out of his asshole, and then, suddenly, it came rocketing through her like a series of sabre-jets, one following another into the holocaust of total sensation as her climax completely overwhelmed her.
Her heat was too much for Phil Anders, and moments later, he shot a second wad into her, pounding and fucking like crazy until he was a limp dishrag she was able to throw off her.
He needed two hours to regain his strength after that, leaving only minutes before Ed Crisco came home for lunch.
CHAPTER NINE
A messenger arrived that afternoon with another package of bearer bonds. This was an unusually thick package, and when Liz opened it and counted it, she found fifteen thousand dollars worth of bonds inside. By now, Ed Crisco had forty thousand dollars worth" of bearer bonds in his iron box. It wasn't really illegal money, but it was money he had not reported earning in order to avoid paying taxes.
Two mornings later another messenger arrived with a fifth package, this time totaling ten thousand dollars. Now there was fifty thousand dollars safely locked up in the heavy iron box in the basement.
Liz felt herself getting hornier and hornier with the passing days. No salesman had stopped by, and when she went shopping, calling a cab, it hadn't been Mac Sharkey's cab. The cabby had been a grubby little old man close to sixty. One look and it was obvious sex was the farthest thing from his mind.
Feeling disappointed, she returned from her shopping trip, put away the groceries, and decided to take a hot bath. It was while she was in the tub that she heard noises. Getting out of the tub, she wrapped a terrycloth robe around herself and went to see what was causing the sounds. She stepped into the bedroom and saw two men, both with heavy four day beards, both dressed shabbily, both looking through the dresser drawers.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, terrified.
"She wants to know what we're doing here," the first one, the older, more grizzled one laughed. "Walter, d'you think we should tell her what we're doing here?"
He had white hair, and even the stubble on his chin looked like a mixture of salt and pepper.
The younger one, the one called Walter, laughed with his companion, and said, "Sure Freddy, let's tell the lady why we're here."
He had a slight accent in his voice, though Liz couldn't detect what kind of accent it was. In addition to the stubble on his face he had a heavy black mustache on his upper lip, though it was a raggedy thing.
"We're here to rob you, lady," the one called Walter told her. "Now you be a good girl and sit on the bed and nothing'll happen to you... unless we don't find any jewelry or money, in which case we'll have to find something else to take."
She fought the mounting panic inside as she sat on the bed, watching the two men go through the drawers. She had to try and reason with them in the hope of getting them out of the house. Her lower jaw trembled as she opened it to speak. She looked up at the older man, ragged, covered with scars and dirt.
"Look" she told them, "there's nothing of value here. You'd better get out before my husband gets back. He's built like a bull and he'll kill both of you."
"You hear that, Walter?" the older man laughed, his voice high-pitched, yet gravelly. "Her old man is gonna kill us."
"Well I guess that means we can't take the time to search the whole house," Walter laughed. "And if we can't take money, we gotta take something else."
"What are you talking about?" Liz asked, terrified.
"How about some pussy," Walter replied.
For the first time since meeting Ed Crisco, Liz was completely turned off the idea of sex. To mate with either of the two men seemed disgusting to her.
But even as she rejected the idea, Freddy, the older man, was reaching for her body, grabbing her tits through the terrycloth robe and roughly squeezing them.
"Hey!" Walter called out from Crisco's closet. "Look what I found. A camera, and it's loaded with film. Let's take pictures of each other fucking her."
"Stop it!" Liz yelled. "Stop it and get out of here."
Freddy seemed surprised by her attempt to struggle. The leer on his face turned to a frown as he snapped, "You shut y'fuckin' mouth, kid."
"I'm just a girl," she whimpered. "It's mandatory rape if either one of you is caught."
"I told you t'shut up," Freddy snapped, and smacked her across her face with his palm.
Liz felt the blow rock her and she was thrown across the bed. Her mouth opened to scream, but before she could do so, a filthy hand clamped itself across her lower face while his other hand twisted her arm up behind her back. Her eyes swelled and almost bugged out of her head as the filthy fingers pressed against her partly opened lips. She trembled with fear and revulsion. This was a nightmare. Who could believe something like this was happening to her? She moaned against the hand clamped over her mouth, feeling the rough, calloused skin scrape against her lips. The inside of her brain rang with the screams she wanted to release. She struggled wildly but felt helplessly pinned.
He had her arm twisted almost to where it would break. She thought she would faint from the pain. But there was something worse than the pain waiting for her. The younger man with the ragged mustache was staring at her, drooling. The sight of him made her struggle harder, but it was no use. She couldn't move.
Walter stared at Liz, his rheumy eyes wide as he took in the sight of her body under the now-partly open robe, revealing the clean shine of her white, bare flesh. With Freddy's help he all but tore the robe off her, making sure she couldn't get away, exposing her luscious body to their eyes. He took in her lithe, slender thighs, the tempting fullness of her small, firm tits, and the thickening of her nipples as the cool air caused blood to rush to them.
"Get a load of the body," Freddy muttered.
Liz stared from one to the other, greater terror filling her as she realized she was completely helpless in their grasp.
"Who's first?" Walter asked.
"I'm older," Freddy told him, "so I go first. You can take pictures. Gimme her robe sash."
"Don't hurt me," Liz begged when his hand came off her mouth.
"Nobody's gonna hurt ya," Freddy assured her, knotting her wrists together behind her back. "We're just gonna fuck y' a little."
"No!" Liz screamed, and suddenly she felt him ramming a silk panty into her mouth, tying it around with the bra she had left on the chair.
He threw her back on the bed and began to undress. The sight of his sagging flesh on his moldy body was nauseating to Liz. She twisted her head from side to side trying to pull away from the man. He pinched her cheek and smiled, saying, "Stop worrying, honey. You're gonna get my hot ol' cock. But if lookin' at it scares you, we can fix that." And he flipped her over on her belly so she was face down on the bed.
She felt all the wind suddenly go out of her as he threw himself on top of her. His grizzled cheek pressed against hers, and he belched once. The foul smell of his breath made her feel even sicker. Then his hand grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into the pillow while his knees strained until her thighs were finally parted.
His body slid between her loins and she moaned shudderingly when she felt the hardness of his slimy cock stickily touch the silken inner parts of her white thighs. He pushed the vile extension forward, and Liz, face down, now realized he had a fairly long prick, even if it was on the thin side. She felt it slide through the wide-open valley between her asscheeks and she shook. She began churning her ass, the only part of her able to move, doing her best to get that filthy cock out from between her thighs.
"Raise you ass, bitch," she heard Freddy order, as he, himself got up and stood off to the side.
Liz crushed her thighs together, tautening her muscles in a vain effort to resist as hot tears poured from her anguished eyes.
Scream after scream resounded in her brain, getting ever louder each time she felt a part of him touch her. She would not obey. She would resist.
And then there was resounding pain as his flat hand fell on her round asscheeks, hard. There was another smack, and another, and she felt her asscheeks burn with anguished hurt.
"That looks like fun," she heard Walter say.
"You'll get your chance when I'm finished," Freddy replied.
Liz could feel the burning heat of her asscheeks as they turned red. Pain was followed by more pain as he continued slapping her ass. The pain was burning into her and she couldn't stand it.
"Get that fucking' ass up or I'll take the hide off it," she heard Freddy say.
The pain was becoming too much. She couldn't stand it. Slowly she began raising her butt, putting her weight on her knees. She felt his hands go under her and tug her thighs up and apart, her weight on her knees and her shoulders and face. She felt stupid with her ass propped high up in the air that way.
It was useless to fight anymore. Let them do what they would and get it over. She knew no one would hear her with the panty rammed into her mouth. She had to obey. They looked crazy enough to kill her, otherwise.
She felt him on the bed behind her, now. He was staring at her youthful cunt, her girlish asshole, and even looking at her young tits. She knew he was feeling hotter than ever and wouldn't be happy until he'd buried his dirty meat inside her. She only prayed he wouldn't give her some kind of infection.
"What the hell's keepin' you from goin' to work?" the one called Walter asked. "Feed her that cock of yours."
It was plain to Liz that the older man had no intention of being rushed by his companion. She could hear his heavy breathing as his fingers poked and prodded, caressing her asscheeks, fingering her asshole, rubbing her cunt, and pulling her nipples.
Liz shuddered again when she felt his fuckpole placed in the tight crevice of her ass. His fingers were pulling and pinching the soft, round white cheeks of her ass, tugging them wide apart, then squeezing them together around the red knob of his cock.
When he tried pulling her asscheeks apart, she automatically tightened her assmuscles, doing her best to resist. But he kept on tugging, slowly, insistently, intent on making her open the cheeks by herself. And eventually it worked as the muscles in her globular cheeks relaxed. They spread open for him as his face lowered itself so he could look directly into the tight, brown pucker of her asshole, its wrinkled opening looking so luscious in combination with the black-matted pussy below. She could feel his hot breath on her pussylips as he stared at the pink-redness of her inner snatch, shoving Walter away when the latter was tempted to peer in, too.
Liz began to calm down a little. She knew there was nothing to keep him from fucking her, but she didn't want to be hit again. She had been totally unprepared for the slowness of his movements, really expecting him to ram his dork straight into her without waiting for her to get wet inside, herself. She was surprised at the near-tenderness of his touch now, and against her will she found her cunt leaking.
There was something strange about this whole thing. It seemed crazy, terrifying, and she felt her body reacting not only with a kind of solace for not being beaten again, but suddenly realized her physical self was automatically responding as it would to the ministrations of someone she liked.
It was ridiculous. Liz didn't want these men to fuck her. But wild, animalistic thrills began building within as she felt his breath continue to touch her pussylips, hearing him inhale as he sniffed the fragrance of her pussy in all its beautiful nakedness, slowly breathing in and breathing out the essence of her internal self. Little by little she was allowing herself to be lulled into total relaxation.
And then she felt a tickling wetness at the base of her spine. It began moving slowly up her spinal column, making her shudder again, but this time with enjoyment. She was actually enjoying it.
Freddy was moving his slithery tongue all the way up her back, moving it a micro-millimeter at a time, causing wild shuddering to travel the length of her back. Her entire body tingled, and soon pleasure was seeping into her. It bypassed her hands, still tied behind her back, licking all the way up to the base of her neck, and then licked all the way down again, once again bypassing her bound wrists.
When it stopped Liz suddenly realized she was anxiously waiting for it again. Why did he stop? She wanted Freddy's tongue to continue. Her mind told her the whole idea was ridiculous. These were two rapists with low mentalities-men with whom she wanted nothing to do. It was almost as if she weren't herself but some other female. She was too upright to be touched by such vile men.
But was she such an upright person? She had allowed a man more than twice her age to take her virginity after having been with him only two or three times. She had married him expecting to escape her parent's tyranny only to find he was ten times worse. Her body had become so much in need of fucking she had seduced a messenger boy, a cab driver, and a lingerie salesman. Why was she too good to be fucked by these tramps?
Her thinking was interrupted by the tingle of Freddy's tongue as it ran all the way up her inner left thigh, moving more and more slowly as it approached her seething cunt. She could feel the juices inside already bubbling. Her mind told her she mustn't allow this, and she tried pulling away from his licking tongue, but his arms held her firmly in place, and then suddenly, just like that, she felt the hard, rolled-up stiffness of his wet tongue poke itself into the middle of her frothing fuck box.
It felt wet, hot, and soft as it reamed around inside her tender pussy, licking here and there, slurping and pressing the walls of her lubricious interior. His nose was pressing against her ass as his tongue licked in and out wildly, and his head pushed a bit lower when he went licking at her shivering clit. She was making muffled sounds of pleasure, surrendering her body to his mouth. Every bit of her trembling body was reacting to the wild, pervading delectations of delight caused by Freddy's lapping tongue. It lunged into her pussy again and again like a small, slick, wet cock. Unable to fight him any longer, she closed her mind to all the horror and completely surrendered to her body as thrill followed thrill through her body. His tongue pulled out of her snatch and began lapping up the crevice of her ass until it got to her asshole. She knew he was aware of her enjoyment even as his tongue lapped at the brown crevice. She felt like a million little trickles of static were shooting through her ass each time he pushed a tongue into her rectum.
He stopped lapping suddenly, then said aloud, "I'm gonna take the gag outta your mouth and untie your hands. You fight me again and I'll break both your arms."
She felt Walter come over and untie the bra from around her mouth. Then he pulled out the silken panty, letting her breathe again. Then, as the sash was untied from around her wrists, she felt Freddy jam three fingers into her broiling cunt and churn them around and around. She could feel her juices inundating his hand.
"Oh, yes," she muttered, totally out of control now, her head turned to the side as she thrilled to the way the fingers worked inside of her. She was totally unaware of Walter, off to one side, taking pictures of everything happening. All she cared about was the way her labia clutched the fingers being thrust into her. The plunges into her were becoming stronger and stronger as Freddy pushed harder and harder. She heard her own voice pleading with him not to stop. She would do anything he wanted now, and both men, as well as she, knew it.
"Hey look at the way she's bucking," Walter laughed. "You really got her going good, Freddy."
Liz bounced back and forth, ramming her twat hard against the jamming fingers, sighing with pleasure as raw sensation made its way through her. She could feel her tight snatch suddenly loosening a little, opening as if trying to suck in his entire hand. She was on the verge of an orgasm and she, as well as the two men, knew it.
"Oh no, chickie!" Freddy told her, yanking his sopping fingers from her seething quim. "You ain't coming by way of my hand. We're gonna do this the right way."
. She knew he intended fucking his cock into her. And now she wanted it. She wanted it desperately. She could almost taste the sensation up in her throat. She wanted to feel that hot, heavy semen blow through her tubes.
He was kneeling on the bed behind her now, using his hand to bring the smooth dome of his prick to her hot pussyhole. From the way he was moving Liz could tell his balls were aching for him to spend inside her. With his fingers he rubbed the pinkness within her seething entrance, then used a thumb and forefinger to keep the lips separated while he used his other hand to bring his knobby point to her soaked muff. He pushed. His cock was slender, so it slid in, though with some mild, wonderful resistance of her vagina walls. It fitted around his stabbing prick like a hot security blanket, and his gasp matched hers as he felt the soft, watery walls slowly part to accept him.
"Jeeeesus!" he bellowed, shoving the slender length of his long prong farther and farther into her cunt.
The shoving of Freddy's prick into her womb suddenly made Liz realize just what was happening. Two filthy, stinking men were in the process of raping her; at least one of the two was raping her while the other took pictures of the whole thing. This was the lowest form of degradation to her body that she could think of.
Tears flooded her eyes and she began sobbing as the slender cock continued pushing through her body, ramming deep into her frothing pussy, trying to make his entire length fit into her.
"What a cunt!" Freddy was telling his associate. "What a tight, fucking cunt. I never fucked a cunt this tight in my life."
His loud declarations of the quality of Liz's vagina rang across the room, making the girl beneath weep with sorrow as her body once again reacted to the wild driving of his strong meat into her squeezing cunnus, invading deeper and deeper, plunging madly ahead like a battering ram. She was struggling again, but her struggles only served to enhance Freddy's pronging of her, increasing his excitement. It was almost as if he enjoyed causing her the anguish mixed with the wild pleasure still shooting through her body. It might have been a pleasure she didn't want, but it was there whether she wanted it or not.
She could feel the slender cock starting to expand and knew what to expect. She wanted to close her mind to it but couldn't, because she suddenly found herself coming madly, insane feelings blasting through her entire nervous system, enhanced by the rape, making her go wild with pleasure. Every remnant of self-respect disappeared as she came, and the feeling of degradation felt even worse when she experienced the sensation of losing great geysers of semen far into her tormented pussy, his entire body churning as he moaned in the clutches of his own climax.
Its over, she thought. Oh thank God it's over.
But it wasn't over: not yet.
She balanced on her elbows, still feeling Freddy's cock locked into her when she looked up and saw Walter's almost miniscule peter staring back at her. It waved before her horrified countenance and she realized what he wanted even before he said, "I want her to suck my cock, Freddy. You just stay in that end as long as you like."
Without waiting for Freddy's approval, Walter jammed the hardness of his four inches into Liz's open mouth, feeling her automatically responding to sucking. She had no way of shutting her mouth, still trying to breathe after having the panty jammed down her throat for so long. His tiny cock shoved all the way past her defenseless lips, ramming into her mouth against her tongue. The hot, wet cave of her mouth automatically surrounded the pecker, her tongue instinctively pressing on the underside as she tasted the tang of his cock. Thank God it wasn't a large cock.
He began to hastily ream the prong in and out, in and out, literally raping her mouth the way Freddy had raped her pussy. And Freddy's prick was still buried in her twat, even though it was softening a bit.
"C'mon, kid, c'mon," Walter told her. "Suck like a nice girl and get all the taste juice outta there. C'mon kid. Suck!"
All heated up at seeing Freddy fuck the girl, Walter suddenly opened the floodgates in his cock and poured the boiling seed down Liz's throat. She swallowed automatically, never thinking to wait until he withdrew before spitting it out. It tasted no worse than other semen. She had imagined how vile it might be.
But the experience was too much for Liz. She fainted.
CHAPTER TEN
It was past five o'clock when Liz awoke. The men were gone. Only the pulled-out drawers showed any sign of their having been there in the first place. Too, her cunt ached, and she could still taste the seed of the one called Walter.
She ran to the bathroom and gargled with Listerine, then soaked her body in a hot tub for a half hour. Her husband would be home shortly, and he would expect supper. She hadn't even started it.
Six o'clock came, but Crisco didn't. He wasn't home at seven, either. Liz knew where he would be. Byron had shown her. She called a cab, hoping Mac Sharkey would be the driver. He wasn't. She told the man to take her to the Surfside Motel, where she'd seen her husband cavorting with that frowzy blonde. It was time to confront him and let him know she was divorcing him for catching him in the act with another woman. She wished she had the camera Freddy and Walter had taken with them. It would have helped.
Reaching the motel, she paid of the cabbie, then began wandering to the end, to the last unit, where she'd seen her husband that first time. She felt foolish now, realizing, even if he were there, the odds against his having the same room were astronomical. But then, it was a transient motel. Many people came there and stayed there for indefinite periods of time. Maybe the blonde was renting the room on a weekly or monthly basis.
Reaching the corner, she turned it and peered in through the half-open window. Sure enough, it was the blonde's room, all right. And her husband was there, standing there bare-ass naked in the middle of the floor with his cock buried in the blonde's mouth.
"Thatta girl," he was telling her, standing above her as she knelt before him, her lips pulling on his prong. "Suck it good, honey. Keep on sucking it."
Liz watched as he humped his hips back and forth, stabbing his cock into her mouth again and again. His dangling balls slammed against her chin and he seemed fascinated, watching his steam pole disappear in and out of her mouth again and again.
His ass moved faster and faster, and Liz knew "One-shot Crisco" was about to shoot. It was time to confront him.
Crisco felt the hot gism boil up out of his balls and spew into the blonde's mouth, one wild shot after another as the motel room door suddenly opened and Liz stood there staring at the two of them.
The blonde unblinkingly stared back, continuing to drink Crisco's seed. Even Crisco remained totally unembarrassed as he rammed the blonde's head into his pelvis so he could get the total sensation of her sucking his dick as he fired his flood down her throat.
"Close the door," he ordered.
"I've come to ask for a divorce," Liz told him.
Crisco, his cock still locked between the blonde's jaws, began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Liz asked.
"You wanting a divorce," he replied. "In order for there to be a divorce the marriage has to be consummated. I haven't fucked you once since we've been married. The best you could hope for is an annulment."
"I'll settle for that," she agreed.
"So will I," he laughed. "An annulment means we part on even terms. I don't have to give you anything."
"You know I can't leave without anything," Liz answered. "My parents won't take me back. I need money to live on."
"Tough! You ain't gettin' it from me."
"We'll see," she said quietly. "I'll take you to court and we'll see. My parents will swear the reason I married you was their catching us in the act together. That'll do it."
Liz turned to leave, but Crisco hurried to the door to block her way, yanking his cock from the blonde's mouth with a loud pop.
"Let me go," Liz told him frostily as he grabbed her arm.
The blonde, whose name was Jane, sat on the floor watching them with amusement written all over her face. Streaks of sperm were on her cheeks and lips.
Liz tried to pull free of Crisco's grip but he held her all the tighter, saying, "You calm down, baby. You just calm down."
Liz stopped struggling and Crisco dragged her over to the nearby bed, throwing her onto it.
"What are you trying to do?" Liz asked.
"You'll see," Crisco told her.
"What is this?" she demanded to know.
"It's a lot of fun. Janie, you like to have fun, dontcha?"
"Sure," the blonde agreed.
"What are you talking about?" Liz asked.
"You learned to fuck and you liked it. You learned to ass-fuck, and you liked that. Then I taught you to suck cock and you went ape over that. We're running out of things to do, Liz. But there is one thing I love to do, which you've never done. I think you'll love it as much as I did."
"Liz, yes. And you'll love it just as much as you loved all the other things I taught you."
"Never," she began screaming, trying to jump off the bed.
"Right now," Crisco laughed, throwing her back on. "And if you scream or try to back out of it, I'll break every bone in your goddamn body."
"Ed, this is inhuman. How can you think to do something like this to me. I'm your wife."
"But not by choice, Liz, not by choice. Besides, Jane loves the idea. Right Jane?"
Jane merely smiled, sitting impassively by. She didn't care one way or the other, but she wished they'd get down to it already. Her cunt was aching for a tongue, and she didn't care whose tongue.
Liz crossed her arms in front of her, as if she were naked and trying to hide her body. Crisco was slowly but surely degrading her. She wouldn't have minded had they been alone, but to do it in front of another woman, a strange woman, was mortifying. She looked into Crisco's eyes and knew she was in for some new form of physical torture if she didn't give in. Her lower lip began trembling and her entire body began to shake as she begged, "Ed, please... please... don't."
"Strip down, Liz-honey."
"Oh, Ed, don't do this to me."
"Strip or I'll tear the clothes right offa your back. No one invited you to come here. No one asked you to stick your nose in where it don't belong. Now you get those fuckin' clothes off."
Shivering, Liz put her fingers to the top button of her dress but was unable to open it.
"Jane, suppose you give my wife, here, some help."
-Jane was glad to be able to do something. She was getting bored. So she sat on the edge of the bed next to Liz and began to swiftly unbutton the girl's dress. Liz tried pulling away, but Jane was too quick for her and completely unbuttoned the dress.
Crisco, enjoying the sight so far, pulled up the room's only overstuffed chair and sat in it. His mouth twisted into a crooked grin beneath the thin mustache.
Liz just let herself fall into a state of non-resistance. She remained unmoving as Jane finally pulled her dress off. The touch of the blonde's cool, feminine hand made her shiver, and she wanted to cry when Jane pulled her bra off, exposing her hard round tits.
"Hey, with tits like those you don't need a bra," Jane commented.
It was horrible the way the blond woman kept staring at her breasts. She'd always thought of the female body as something to be admired by men. Now her own husband was insisting she be displayed to a common tart.
"Yeah," Crisco nodded. "You still have the perfect body, Liz. Who knows, maybe we could've worked something out if you hadn't been such a snot-nosed kid about everything."
Jane was rubbing Liz's nipples, and they began enlarging automatically, becoming beautiful pink spikes. When she leaned forward and licked each nipple Liz felt another tremor pass through her.
"Get those fancy panties off," Crisco commented, his cock beginning to wiggle a little as it started enlarging at the sight of the two women together. Liz could read the excitement in his eyes. This is what he wanted.
Jane's hands quickly pulled off Liz's pumps, then they lightly teased with the elastic band of her panty.
"You'll have to get on your feet," Jane said.
Not caring anymore, Liz stood and shivered as her own husband looked up and down her body, admiring it. She knew she had the perfect figure. He'd always been hot for her, right up to the day they were married. The idea that he had been forced to marry her was what cooled him off. Well, it didn't matter anymore. She felt nothing for him at this point. He could do as he pleased right now, but she'd get some kind of settlement before letting him go.
She watched Jane's eyes wash over her body, scanning the flatness of her belly under the panty, as well as the dark jungle of curls on her mons veneris. She could see the blond woman actually drooling at the sight of her curving hips and round thighs that led to the slender legs below.
Crisco's hunger for her was coming back to life after two months of dormancy. He could go screw himself as far as she was concerned. When she'd wanted the feel of his cock he'd given her nothing, forcing her to suck his dong or let him prong her ass. Well, the hell with him. Let him squirm in the goddamn chair.
"Go on," he told James.
Jane slid Liz's panty off and threw it to the side, then she stood up and began caressing Liz's tits, feeling the solid nipples swell under her caress, palming each in one hand, feeling the nipples scratch her palms.
"They're nice and firm, aren't they," Crisco commented.
"Are they ever," Jane commented. "If they get a little larger they'll be perfect. And even if they don't grow, they're each a nice handful."
"Please stop talking about me as if I were for sale," Liz pleaded.
"Lie down," Jane told her, gently easing her backward onto the bed. Open those luscious thighs of yours. I want to see if that cunt of yours is as gorgeous as the rest of you."
Though she was unwilling, Liz opened her thighs, a little at first, then wide.
"Wider," Crisco snapped. "Those pussylips are still tightly closed."
Liz stretched her thighs farther apart. Her eyes were closed and she was doing her best not to think about there being a third person in the room. But the touch of Jane's feminine fingers on her inner thighs, pulling her knees apart so the blacktopped pink slit was visible to both, Crisco and herself.
"Relax," Jane told her. "I won't hurt you if you behave. I'm fair. Before having you go down on me, I'll go down on you."
"I don't think it's right to do this sort of thing with a woman," Liz muttered.
She could hear Crisco moving in the chair, knowing the sight of her pink slice was really getting to him. He would have jumped up and rammed his cock into her pussy had he not been worried about losing the annulment. Even Jane could feel him getting hotter.
"Save that meat of yours for my hole," she warned Crisco.
"Yeah," Crisco murmured. "Yeah."
Liz lay back with her thighs widely spread, feeling more exposed than ever before and more undressed than ever before. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage and she had a lump in her throat. She was silently crying, hot tears streaming down her cheeks onto her throat. She could actually feel the heat of Crisco's burning eyes.
Jane was sitting near the head of the bed, and Liz knew the arousing scent in her nostrils was the aroma of Jane's fuming snatch. There was no doubt the blonde was becoming aroused by playing with her. God! She felt alone and helpless, a pawn in a crazy sexual game devised by her husband. And she was so helpless, all she could do was lie there and let it all happen.
She sobbed as she felt fingers explore her inner thighs, knowing the fingers belonged to the blonde. Her body quivered as the blonde's fingers moved slitheringly toward her hot center, and then she jumped when she felt the slender finger poke its way into her.
"Uhhhhh!" she unwittingly expelled as the second finger made its way into her, making her more and more sticky. The two fingers slid in and out with great precision while the woman's thumb twisted around and came to rest on her already enlarging clit. It made Liz shudder even more to feel the way her clitoris was being wildly massaged as the two fingers kept popping in and out of her swampy pussy. She was getting hotter by the second, and though she didn't care to admit it, she was enjoying the other woman's touch. Jane knew how to make things happen.
She jumped again when she felt the heat of Jane's lips on her inner thigh. It was the kind of feeling designed to set off explosions in her head. And when the other woman's tongue came licking out, touching her in the same place that dirty old man, Freddy, had licked her before, she trembled so strongly the bed shook.
"You're really gettin' to her, Jane," Crisco complimented. "Keep it up, baby."
And then she could feel the electric tongue and shivery lips of the blonde slide higher and higher until the slick, wet, oral digit suddenly plunged directly into the furnace of her flaming kiln of cunt, replacing the two fingers Jane had tugged out. The tongue splashed around in her bubbling fountain of pussy, and with her eyes closed, Liz had to admit she couldn't tell a woman's tongue from that of a man.
She was completely unaware of Jane's having climbed onto the bed until she suddenly realized a crotch was hovering over her own face. She looked up and for a moment she was startled. It was the first time she had ever looked up into a female groin.
It was difficult, staring up in between a pair of thighs and not seeing a large cock or a heavy scrotum. All she saw was a curly brown pubis over a pair of pouting, peach-like slices of labia, and a crack between those slices already slaking serum. The smell was stronger than the crotch of a man, and she assumed her own pussy had as strong a musky aroma.
Liz had to admit the odor was not unpleasant. Only her own upbringing made the idea of tasting another woman's split seem unattractive.
"Come on, honey," she heard Jane's voice whisper from between her own thighs. "Come on, Liz. You'll like it, you'll see. I like it."
And then Jane's mouth came sucking down on her sopping pussy again, slicing through the pinkness with her tongue as she lapped out the colorless cream frothing inside. The tongue was everywhere at once, licking her labia, drilling directly into the center of her steaming slot, then pressing against her thrumming clit and making her bounce, wildly.
A drop of Jane's lubricant came stringily down toward her mouth and her tongue snapped out and caught it. Damn! She had to admit she liked the musky flavor of it. Now she could really understand the masculine passion for puss eating. She had suddenly developed it herself. Taking a deep breath, she reached up and grabbed Jane's buttocks and pulled her cunt straight down into her mouth. She sucked strongly tasting the meat within,. enjoying the flavor, forgetting she was sucking a woman's cunt. Her own tongue leaped in and out, lapping here, licking there, teasing and tantalizing as she felt the other woman's tongue doing the same to her.
Pinwheels of light sparkled in her brain as she bounced on the bed, and, knowing just what she enjoyed, she proceeded to wildly lick the other woman's snatch in just the same way she would have wanted her own licked. Her lips pressed tightly around the nubbin of clit, squeezing it and sucking on it, nibbling at it with her teeth. In return she felt her own body go into a frenzy as the other woman's mouth wreaked a mild havoc with her own flaming box.
Then she felt the other woman's soggy cunt suddenly mash down against her face as she all but chewed the labia. Another weight was getting on the bed. It was Ed Crisco. He was joining the fun. He was kneeling at the head of the bed facing toward the foot, his rampant cock pointed directly toward Jane's ass. His hands pressed down hard on Jane's rump, slamming her cunt into Liz's face so he could press his throbbing cock into the tight asshole of the blonde.
Liz, even with the cunt pressing against her sucking lips, could see the pole of her husband's cock fit right into the tight, squeezing crosshairs of the woman's anus. He pushed hard, and saw the woman push back. He pushed hard again, and Liz saw Jane's tiny asshole begin to open. Little by little the sphincter muscle yielded, widening until the O of her asshole was just barely big enough to hold the blunted head of Crisco's cock.
The sight of it became even more arousing to Liz. She licked the other woman's bobbling clit all the harder, feeling the solidity of the pea-like button of flesh shiver against the flat of her tongue.
She could feel Jane's mouth sucking her own pussy even harder as Crisco's meat was ramming deeper and deeper into the blonde's box-tight asshole.
A loud, slobbering sucking sound came to Liz's ears, and she realized it was she who was making the sound, sucking the now-reddened meat of Jane's aching cunt. Glob after glob of heavy lubrication came flooding into her mouth, smearing all over her face, burning her eyes, filling her nostrils, and still she drank as much of the musky water as she could.
"Oh, shit!" she could hear Crisco mutter. "Jane, you have the second tightest ass I've ever fucked."
No need to wonder who had the first tightest ass. Liz remembered how sore her bumhole was that first time he had finished fucking it.
And then, with the other woman's tongue slurping in and out of her seething pussy, she suddenly realized she was coming. It was a good, solid climax, followed by yet another as the blondes tongue continued working on her now-oversensitive clit. She came a third time, and then a fourth, and then three more times as she continued sucking the other woman's cunt. And then the blonde began tightening as she, too, began going through a series of wild, screaming orgasms.
And when it was over for the two women they had to remain exactly as they were while Crisco finished dumping his second load in the blonde's asshole.
"That's the first time you ever had two comes in one night," the blonde told him afterward, when they were disengaged.
"It's also the first time I've ever seen two women eating one another," he replied. "It got to me." Then to Liz he said, "Come on, Liz. Let's go home. We're havin' a party tomorrow night."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The following morning Liz awoke feeling hung over, though she hadn't had anything to drink. Her body ached from having been so totally abused the previous day and evening.
She noticed Crisco was smiling as he dressed for work, but it wasn't a nice smile. He left without waiting for breakfast, and Liz came to the realization she could no longer live with him. What kind of pervert would order his wife to make it with another woman while he sat around and watched?
She showered, then dressed in a tight blue sweater and matching slacks. Then she had a quick breakfast.
On the dining room table she saw he'd left his books open, and when she glanced at them she noticed he'd added yet another account to his construction work. It was a huge account, having to do with the building of a shopping center. She knew he would really skim money off this one. She wondered if that was why he was smiling. No, no, it couldn't be. His smile seemed directed at her.
At ten o'clock a Fuller Brush salesman came to the door. She told him she didn't want any. At eleven thirty a vacuum cleaner salesman stopped by and she refused to see him, as well.
Liz realized she was completely unhappy in this kind of life. She didn't want a husband who made it necessary for her to cheat. Hell! She didn't even really want a husband at this point. She wanted to finish school, then become romantically involved with someone before settling down with him. But once she did settle down, it had to be with a man who could make her happy; a man who loved her for herself and not because she was so young. She wanted a husband who treated her like a human being and not one who consistently dominated her. With Ed Crisco it was an obedience game. One did as he wanted or one did nothing.
She had to get away from this man. If she remained he would break her to his way and make a total slave of her. She wanted a life she could share with another man and not a life of slave labor.
For the first time since their marriage, Ed Crisco did not come home to Liz for lunch. She was glad. She didn't want to see him. She hated the sight of him. He was sick, and he had made her sick. She wanted nothing to do with salesmen or other men at this point. She wanted one man on whom she could depend. She wanted to give all of herself to him, but she wanted all of him in return.
A next-door-neighbor was driving into the heart of the village, and when Liz asked, the neighbor willingly took her along. Liz went to the department store and looked through it department by department, but bought nothing. Then she went to a double feature movie.
It was dark by the time she got out, and she had to take the bus back. It stopped a quarter of a mile from her house. She had to walk the rest of the way.
As she approached the house she saw it was all lit up.
Oh my gosh! she thought. Ed had said something about a party.
Going inside, she suddenly froze. All the company had already arrived. They were all friends of her husband, and she realized she knew every one of them.
"About time y'got here," Crisco barked. "We've been waitin' for almost an hour."
The "we" referred to Crisco and the six people he had there. First there was Byron, Crisco's helper, who rented out the apartment upstairs. Then there was Jane, the frowzy blonde, wearing a green minidress that showed off too much. Then there was Kevin, the first messenger boy, only now he was dressed in street clothes. The short, smiling man with the black horn-rimmed glasses didn't have his sample case, but Liz recognized Phil Anders. And last but definitely not least there was Freddy and his buddy Walter, only now they were clean-shaven (except for Walter's ragged mustache) and decently dressed, with no dirt or scars or pimples.
"These are my friends, Liz, my good friends. You hadda be taught a lesson, so they helped me teach it to you," Crisco told her.
"You mean what they did with me was with your knowledge and consent?" Liz gasped.
"It was my idea in the first place," Crisco laughed. "You were, in fact you still are, a snotty kid who likes to show off in front of her friends. You hadda be brought down to my level. Hell! You had pretty little mores and manners and ideas, and I hadda change them. So I used my pals to help you see the light, so t'speak. Now if I say you and I are gonna go to a switch party, you won't feel so bad about fuckin' for someone other than your lawful-wedded spouse. If I feel like bringin' Jane here, or anyone else home to join in with you and me, you'll not only accept it, but you'll like it. If I bring a buddy home and tell you to suck his cock, you'll do it. I mean, what are friends for if not to help each other get a piece of ass now and again. They fuck you, and I get to fuck their wives. But you hadda be made to understand your high-falutin' moral code doesn't work around here, so I let you get yourself involved.
"I got kinda worried that night I had Byron first bring you to the motel to see me and Jane. When you turned Byron down I wondered if there would be any way to break you down. So I had Kevin who works for this messenger service, make a delivery to you, and you reacted with him the way I was hopin'. Though if you hadn't conned him into the sack, he would've tried workin' on you.
"Phil here lives down the block, but he's almost never home, always out sellin' his stuff. I asked him to come sell you. He did, and he told me all the fun he had with you."
Liz gave Phil Anders a nasty look, but he only smiled back. The weasel. Now he could go back to his wife, as well as all the other women he made it with while working, knowing not one of them would ever be as good as she had been.
"The robbery bit was also my idea," Crisco went on. "I hadda prove t'you that your body was stronger than your mind, so even though you were scared shit of Walter and Freddy, once they got you hot and bothered, you let 'em do whatever they wanted. I got the pictures to prove it. And I'm keepin' the pictures 'cause I don't want an annulment, Liz-honey. Now that I got these photos, I can fuck you all I want, and if you try the divorce bit, all I have to do is show these in court. You'll get the divorce, but that's all you'll get. I don't think you're gonna give me any more trouble from now on."
"You must be crazy," Liz breathed, staring at him wide-eyed.
"I'm saner than you or your stuffy parents. They were all set to have me thrown in the slammer for tearing a piece off their precious little girl. Well now I can do it legally, whenever I please. And to prove I'm not the kind of snob they are, I'll even let close friends tear a piece off you now and again. Phil tells me you blow beautifully since I taught you. Walter says the same thing. Well hell, I've let you wrap your tonsils around my own prick now and again, and I have to admit you've developed an expertise missing in other girls. Not even Jane here can quite match you, and Jane is considered the out and out expert."
"You're sick," Liz screamed at him. "You're all sick. Get out. Get out and leave me alone."
She ran past them into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, then threw herself full length on the bed and began sobbing. She cried for what seemed like an eternity but what was really no more than a half hour, and when she was finished crying, she looked up and saw Crisco was with her in the bedroom.
"Go back to your friends," she sniffled.
"They went home," Crisco told her, sitting on the bed. "Right now it's just you and me, Liz, honey."
"Get away from me," she all but cursed.
"Not a chance. I've been waitin' all this time to fuck you. Believe me, it wasn't easy, keepin' my hands off you so you could get all heated up and do what you did with the others. But you needed a good lesson. But now that I got the photos, life's gonna be different for you and me. You're gonna do as I say all the time."
"I hate you," she muttered.
"Right now, it's probable. In time you'll come to love me again. But the most important thing is, you still love cock. And right now I'm gonna give you mine."
He had been undressing as he'd been talking. She noticed he had not taken any kind of bath or shower since the previous Saturday, and because his job was all physical labor, and he perspired so profusely, the sweat head turned black on his body when it had dried, and he stank like a sewer.
"Tonight I'm gonna stuff my prick all the way up that tight little nookie of yours," he told her, and kneeling on the bed, took her chin in his right hand and kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips.
Liz no longer resisted. It was as if something inside had burned out. But Crisco ignored her apparent lack of feeling. He was certain once he began poling her she would respond as he wished.
After the kiss, he took her clothing off and threw it all off to the side, pausing only to admire the firm, slender, compactness of her delectable body. He loved the sight of her small breasts with their pink nipples now pointing straight up. The soft coal-colored hair warmly patting her pubis looked so wonderful. This was a body designed for constant fucking.
Lying on the bed beside her now-supine figure, Crisco took her left hand and wrapped it around his stiff, hot meat, whispering, "Through it all you missed my cherry-buster, didn't you, Liz? You can't fool me with that snobbish attitude of yours. You still adore my cock."
Liz's hand touched the ickiness of the lubricant coating his cock as it seeped out because of his salacious desire for her. She felt his hand cover hers, forcing her fingers to grip the phallus and jerk it up and down until she was doing it mechanically but without feeling. Meanwhile Crisco's hands now began a survey of her precious body, fingering her tits, stroking them, caressing them, massaging them, then squeezing them while his mouth kissed hers again and again, his tongue jamming into her mouth.
Liz's hand felt off his throbbing cock as she lay there, unmoving, and Crisco began hurriedly shoving his hot prick against her dormant pussy. His head slid down and he popped each of her luscious, fruit-like tits into his mouth, one at a time, sucking the sensitive skin, chewing the flavorful nipples. He was hurting her but Liz clenched her teeth, refusing to utter a single sound.
Inside she was seething with hate. To think that only two months ago she died to feel his touch, ached for his cock, thrilled to the sensation of his tongue in her teeming twat. Now she was so totally turned off by him, she didn't even, shudder with disgust. She simply lay there silently.
His fingers were playing at the tops of her thighs, now. He tickled his way down to her calves, squeezing her muscles, then moved his fingers up into the inner softness of her satin thigh. His heavy prick leaped as he felt her smooth flesh become even more gentle. Shit! She felt good. She felt really good. His fingers reached the light, downy circle of black fuzz above her sweet pussy and paused. Liz's body had become tight, not from excitement so much as from resistance. She refused to let herself become aroused by him not caring what he did to her. That one minor satisfaction would not be his.
Crisco looked up at her clenched teeth and snickered, saying, "You poor, sweet, dumb little cunt. You know you won't be able to hold out. You'll soon be begging me for my cock."
Every lithe curve in her body was arousing him all the more and he was intent on making her react to his touch. He mounted her, making sure she was flat on her back and pressing his full weight against her body, pushing her deep into the mattress, causing the box spring to squeak its protest.
Liz's mouth opened as the air came rushing out of her lungs and she felt his weight crushing her. She squeezed her eyelids shut, hoping and praying he would shove it into her, do what he had to do, and then pull out.
Crisco was becoming more and more aroused by the moment as he felt her delicious body quivering under his. She was locked under him, unable to move for the moment, and she could feel his hard, bone-like cock pressing into the softness of her lower belly. He thought he would explode he was so hot for her, and the heat began making him angry. The anger only served to make him hotter.
Ruthlessly he yanked her thighs apart, keeping them wide open so he could stare into the quiescent depths of her pink pussy. With his knees braced against her thighs to keep her legs from closing, he reached into her and poked two fingers into her. Only one would fit, and that barely. She was extremely dry and tight. He managed to push the finger halfway in and work it in and out and around, feeling warm, liquid gooey drippings starting to cover him. Damn her! She had to react. She was soaking wet inside. Yet her body remained unmoving. Liz was determined not to become aroused. She kept her body as solid as a statue.
He moved his fingers through her cunt a few more times, but it seemed hopeless. She refused to do anything other than lay there.
Disgustedly he jammed another finger into her, and then another, shoving them as far up into her sopping tunnel as he could, jerking his hand every which way in the squeezing, sensual confines of her leaking cunt, even tickling the cervix, getting nowhere.
"Damn!" he screamed, and shoved his fingers into her hard, ramming them into the neck of her womb.
Liz all but jumped up on the bed, screaming in anguish, flailing her legs madly in an attempt to pull away from his inthrust fingers. But Crisco didn't give a good goddman at that moment, and continued knifing his fingers deeper and deeper, pressing harder and harder against her soft cervical opening. Now he was beginning to pant heavily, his body aching to mold into hers.
He stopped fingering her. It was getting him nowhere in a hurry and he was hot to fuck. Rising up, he parted her loins wide, then rammed his round-nosed cock into the bubbling twat between his wife's thighs. He paused for an instant, then slammed the rigid, heavy log into the tender depths of her sucking cunt.
Liz felt as if a white-hot poker had been thrust into her snatch. The agony was beyond belief and it overwhelmed her. It flooded her body and filled her mind. White blisters of blinding light flashed behind her tightly-shut eyelids at each painful attack of Crisco's lunging cock.
His solid, meaty gristle plunged all the way into Liz's resisting pussy, forcing the sopping walls to part and suck on his prong. Liz went on screaming, beating her fists on the bed and kicking her feet, but Crisco was too incensed to care. He just kept fucking his meat into her, as if anxious to make up for all the time he'd cut her off. Hell! Jane, as well as a few other broads had helped fill in a lot of his time, but none of them had the restricting pussy of his wife. Right now he had only one thought in mind, and that was to unleash a load of fluid into her seething pussy, providing he could get it to seethe.
Angry and full of wanton desire, he began fucking wildly into her, completely closing his ears to her cries. His hands pressed on her arms, keeping her beneath him so there was no way she could pull away, and his mouth now covered hers, his tongue sinking to the back of her throat in an attempt to touch her esophagus.
Liz was hoping she would faint. This was all a horrible dream. The stench of his sweating, filthy body assailed her olfactory senses, and she coughed, unable to breathe without inhaling the essence of him.
"Come on, Goddamn you," he yelled at her. "You miserable bitch. Move that fuckin' ass of yours in time to my cock. You want the lay as much as I do."
Liz's only reply was to weep openly, tears running down her cheeks. It made Crisco all the more angry, and he slammed into her tight box all the more viciously. He grabbed her knees from beneath and held them far apart as if he were holding a wheelbarrow, moving her pubis to suit his thrusting prick.
Feeling her body being tormented and abused, Liz continued weeping but refused to plead with him any longer. The yells that came from her lungs came because she couldn't stifle them. The pain was overpowering.
Rotten, filthy, miserable scumbag, she thought, letting her mind range freely and use all the words Crisco had taught her. She despised every little thing about him. God! Her parents had been so right about him.
The swollen knob of his steaming cock continued pounding in and out, and Liz could hear his breath coming in gasps as he ploughed into her tender pussy like a wild madman. Sometimes it felt as if his cock was reaching all the way up into her belly and even beyond. She clenched her teeth wondering how much longer this horrible pain would continue before it killed her. It seemed to be going on forever.
"Feel it, Liz-honey," he growled. "Feel it all the way up inside you. It's the cock you love and adore."
Liz sobbed, thinking only how her husband's prick would finally shrink after he'd taken his one shot into her. She could hardly contain herself.
She could feel the brillo-like hairs of his pelvis scrubbing against her own soft, matted down as his knees rammed into the undersides of her thighs, while his dangling scrotum kept loudly careening off her perineum. The fiery thrust of his frictioning cock stretched her aching pussy walls almost beyond endurance. How much longer? When would it end?
That cock, which in pain had brought her pleasure, now gave nothing but pure, raw, agonizing pain. The rape he was performing was worse than that done by the two friends he had sent over the previous day.
And then she felt the cock stiffening, swelling, enlarging, until it suddenly exploded sperm into her, letting it scald her tender tissues far up inside her. He all but tore the flesh off his cock as it scraped in and out of her, not to mention what it did to the tender flesh of her inner passageway as he blasted shot after shot of heavy semen into her, cursing violently as he lanced his cock into her again and again.
And then it was over. He fell forward, throwing his full weight on her girlish, slender torso, his chest pressing her boobs, his mouth breathing its foul breath into her face, and pain almost to the point of excruciation against her thighs as his shriveling cock finally plopped out of her sopping pussy, leaving a lot of hurt behind as a reminder of its having been there.
Liz's mind reeled. She felt sick and dizzy, yet she couldn't move because Crisco's weight pressed heavily on top of her. Her mind was almost into shock, struggling to remain coherent if only to possibly protect her against anything else that might happen.
Finally Crisco rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. Liz rose, went to the bathroom, washed herself out, then took two aspirin. Unable to bring herself to sleep in the same bed with Crisco she staggered into the living room and fell asleep on the sofa. And through the night her mind kept saying, "Revenge, revenge, you have to get revenge for what he did to you."
Yes. Somehow, in some way, she would have to get revenge.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When she awoke the following morning, it was well after ten. Ed Crisco had long gone to work.
No, she thought to herself. No, I will not live here and be that man's body slave for the rest of my life. I have to get out, and do it now. I have to go where he'll never find me.
The bearer bonds. They would help, and they couldn't be traced. They were as good as cash, anywhere.
Going down to the basement, she unlocked the iron box and took out the carefully wrapped bonds. There had been no reason for Crisco not to trust them with her. She was his wife. He intended enslaving her the rest of his life to him. As a slave she would be useful in taking care of his hidden money.
Taking the bonds upstairs, Liz carefully unwrapped each package. Then she cut up pieces of newspaper to the same size as the bonds and wrapped the newspaper up in the paper previously tied around the bonds. She made certain the packages looked exactly like the bond packages. Then she took down her two suitcases from inside the bedroom closet and packed them, putting the bonds in the bottom of both suitcases, equally divided.
Hurriedly dressing, she muttered, "I'm getting the hell out of here now."
She thought of calling a taxi, but didn't want to make tracing her easy. She would walk to the bus stop and take the bus to the train. From there she would find a way to get to the airport, and then catch an airplane to God-only-knew-where, but far away from Ed Crisco.
With her two suitcases, she went to the front door, set one down, pulled open the door, and there, to her surprise, was Mac Sharkey! He was standing there with a silly look on his face, about to press the doorbell.
"Hi Liz," he said quietly.
"Mac," she replied, frostily, still hurt that he had told her he wouldn't be seeing her even though he all but admitted he loved her.
"I won't blame you if you tell me to go the hell away and never come back. I mean, you have every right to tell me to drop dead and all."
"What are you doing here, Mac?" she asked, taking the suitcases outside and closing the door behind her.
"Well, I know it sounds kinda crazy and all, but as difficult as life was once I'd met you, I find, having known you, I can't live without you. I'm crazy about you, Liz."
"Sure you are, just like the others. How come you weren't at the party last night Mac?"
"What party, Liz?"
"The party my husband gave for all the men and women he'd ordered to either seduce or rape me."
"Why should I be part of such a crowd?"
"You mean my husband didn't send you here along with all the others to demean and make me feel like a tramp?"
"My God! Liz, I love you, I'm crazy about you. I could never do anything to hurt you."
"Sure. What about all your medical studies."
"I haven't been able to crack a book since that last Friday. Liz, I'm going to flunk out for sure if you don't... "
"If I don't what?"
"Well, you're a married woman, and I haven't the right to ask this of you, but... "
"But what, Mac?"
"Leave your husband, Liz. Come live with me. We can go to some state where they have no-fault divorce laws and you can dump him and marry me. How about it?
"You mean you want to live with me?"
"I've said it and I mean it."
"Oh Golly," she said, all flustered and fluttery inside. "Oh, golly, Mac, I mean, like wow, I mean... "
"Liz, I love you, I'm crazy about you. I can't go on like this without you. Please Liz, please, say you'll run away with me. I'll do anything you want. I'll even give up medicine."
"You'd give that up for me?"
"I'd do anything for you."
Liz felt hot all over. Tears were in her eyes and love was filling her heart to overflowing. She could tell he was serious and not one of the clowns her husband had sent around to torment her. In fact, now that she recalled, she was the one who had called a cab that day. Her husband would never have known when she would do so. Nor could he have known which cab company she would call.
She had seduced Mac Sharkey on her own. And she had fallen in love with him. But just as important was the fact that he'd fallen in love with her.
"Mac, you said something about going to a medical school in Colorado."
"Liz, forget that. I don't have nearly enough money for that."
"But I do. We could go to Colorado, you could go to med school, and I could finish high school and get my diploma. We could live together for awhile, and then, if you still want me, we could get married."
"Liz you must be crazy. I wouldn't let you pay my way through school."
"Why not? Wouldn't we both benefit in the long run?"
"Well, yes, but... "
"But nothing. I love you too, Mac."
"Fine. There's just one thing. I'm already sure about loving you. I don't have to live with you awhile for confirmation. I'd go crazy without you. So unless you aren't certain about, what say you get a no-fault divorce, and then we get married right away?"
"Mac, are you sure?"
"I'm positive. I wouldn't want to live my life with anyone else but you."
His cab was there. He helped put her bags inside, and then, as she got in with him, she smiled, feeling as if the sun had finally broken through the cloudiness in her life. Everything was going to be okay after all.
