Kevin was extremely horny. He had every reason to be steamed, based on what had transpired prior to his return to their room. Something darkly sweet fueled his hunger. Lust burned between his legs, and Wendy would be its unwitting but eager recipient.
Wendy's senses reeled from the gentle, then harder, sucking of her tits. His blistering saliva set her on fire. Had a spell been cast upon them? Was the old house truly haunted? Were the other two couples experiencing the same kind of devilish desires? Wendy moaned and reached for Kevin's cock. She had to have the huge monster in her cunt.
"You can't help yourself, can you?" he taunted.
"No," she whispered, surrendering.
CHAPTER ONE
The house did not promote the foreboding ambiance it had in the photograph each of them received. Although spending a night in a haunted house was not relished, it afforded a monetary reward none could neglect. Unfortunately, only one of the four couples would be permitted the million-dollar prize.
"This is, by far, the most foolish thing we've done," Cathy griped. "Is it the money-or something we can boast about having done our objective?"
"You're just scared," her boyfriend, Will teased. "How many times have you hidden under the covers when we watched a horror movie on TV?"
Cathy shook her head, gazing forlornly at the gray-painted structure. The windows looked as though soap and water had never touched their panes. The smell of rot pinched her nostrils. Menacing shadows extended in her direction. "I'm not sure I can handle this."
"Don't be a coward," scolded Wendy, who saw none of those formidable signs. "The rules state that a couple must last the night. Will would be disqualified if you left."
"Can you tell she's already psyched to win?" Kevin said, jerking his thumb at her.
"Fuck you," Wendy murmured crossly. "You ought to be taking this more seriously. It's our chance to get rich." When he failed to wipe the amusement from his face, she added, "Besides, your salary as a mechanic just doesn't cut it."
"Whoa," Kevin said. "You're hitting below the belt."
Wendy's lips curved. "Truth hurt?"
"It's obvious you two are not going to make this a peaceful evening," declared Frankie. "No doubt, you'll chase the ghosts away with your quarreling."
"Do you honestly believe the place is haunted?" Sharon asked him. "I mean, the man at the bar said it was-but how do we know for sure?"
"He wants to keep us guessing," explained Rick. "He wouldn't part company with that amount if we had a clue."
"I'm inclined to agree with Cathy," murmured Heather. "I don't like the place one iota."
"It's too late to turn back," Wendy said, dismissing the collective apprehension. "We've accepted his dare."
The house at which they gathered was owned by Tom Jermoliak, an eccentric fellow who approached them after a celebration victory at a local tavern. The men belonged to a baseball team and had won their straight fifth game of the season. On that note of triumph, a tall blond-haired man of thirty with cobalt blue eyes and thick, sensual lips, dressed in a black suit, visited their table. He extended his congratulations and offered to buy them a round of drinks. The group happily accepted his invitation. After a complimentary toast, inquiries were made regarding the satisfaction of the group's current income level. A general vote around the table pronounced them eager for an increase in personal wealth.
It was then that Tom Jermoliak set his wager on the table.
"My family has owned a house, for more than a hundred years, at the edge of town. Although we've made every attempt to modernize it with newer appliances, update its electrical and heating systems, attend to its repairs-we've arrived at the inescapable conclusion that it is haunted."
Most guffawed at his announcement. The rest thought it was preposterous and withheld comment.
Tom Jermoliak did not take offense to their skepticism. "I can understand your initial reaction. Ghosts are assumed to be the figment of a wild imagination. I assure you, that house is inhabited by an untamable, supernatural force."
The chortling gradually faded.
"My conviction is such that I am willing to pay a couple the sum of one million dollars if they survive a single night in that house."
To back his claim, Tom Jermoliak produced a bank passbook with several times that number shown on deposit. In addition, he distributed black-and-white photographs of the house he described to each of them from a large envelope.
"I've seen your group here several times," he disclosed. "Your adventurous spirit has captured my attention. I gather you're in the same age bracket-mid-twenties--and have lifelong goals that might not be achievable given your present salaries. Since my earnings are derived from gambling, I take pleasure in placing such bets."
"Who gets the money if more than one couple makes it?" Will queried.
"I doubt that will happen. It never has in the past. In all cases, those couples left the premises before dawn."
"What do you gain if we all lose?" Rick had asked.
Tom Jermoliak smiled sardonically. "Nothing-other than further proof of what I maintain." He eyed the table for universal consent. "Do we have a deal?"
A unanimous vote was taken. Of course, alcohol and leftover adrenaline had propelled them into acceptance. After sobering, some entertained doubts as to the wisdom of serving Tom Jermoliak's purpose. The others vetoed their protestations and insisted upon moving forward with the challenge.
Each weighed the quality of life a million dollars could buy. In every instance, they yearned for that chance to obtain money that exceeded their wildest dreams. Personal greed was unduly prevalent. Specific purposes could be served.
Tom Jermoliak furnished them with a map and instructions to be at the house promptly at eight o'clock that Friday night. He arranged to meet them there, assign rooms, provide food and beverages, then issue final guidelines before departing.
Frankie peered at the dilapidated building. "I've seen worse."
"Where?" Sharon inquired. "In a Boris Karloff movie?"
"I just hope its water heater is working," Kevin said. "I usually shower before I go to bed."
"Why bother, when you'll start sweating again?" giggled Wendy. She slithered up against him, her earlier harsh words forgotten.
For some, the notion of having sex in such an overwrought atmosphere did not gel. Simply getting through the night was their foremost ambition.
Tom Jermoliak met them at the door. He brandished an unsettling smile. "I'm pleased none of you has deserted this cause."
"The stakes are too high," Wendy said. "We intend to collect on your promise."
Tom chortled softly, as though deeming her assertion pathetic. "Many have tried. Let's hope you succeed."
Candles illuminated the dusty foyer. The steps and railing of a magnificent staircase were touched by the flickering light. Antique furniture populated the adjoining room. In the distance, a fireplace had been lit; the eerie glow produced by its crackling flames set some pulses into motion.
Cathy shook her head, silently acknowledging her regret for partaking in the event. She dropped her overnight bag, wishing she was back at home.
"Please excuse the use of candles. I had the entire house wired for electricity, yet it rarely works. Someone, or thing, inevitably tampers with the circuit breaker. Even the backup power generator has the tendency to malfunction, then inexplicably becomes operational. You won't find a single telephone, either; that convenience has never been installed."
"Why is it important for you to consistently renew this dare with a fresh group of people?" Heather petitioned, dragging her bag along the floor.
"My great, great grandfather certified that the house could only be fit for habitation if two people were courageous enough to completely endure the night. Since it has been in my family for several generations and passed into my hands, I've never possessed the nerve to stay beyond midnight. I look forward to restoring it to its former glory, once it is officially exorcised. Hopefully, one of you will break the stronghold imposed by its hostile spirits."
"You've essentially depicted the task as insurmountable," Rick said.
Tom shrugged. "The aggregate failures I've counted has only increased. Prove me wrong by meeting me tomorrow morning at eight o'clock in this very spot. Twelve hours under this roof should rid the place of its unwanted occupants."
A murmur went through the group.
"Have any of you reconsidered?" Tom questioned.
Not a soul voiced an afterthought. Even those who were negative from the start remained silent. The chance of winning a million dollars sealed their lips.
Tom Jermoliak lifted a candelabra and motioned to the sprawling staircase. "Then allow me to conduct a brief tour, escort you to your rooms, and I'll be on my way."
Cathy closed the door behind her with an audible sigh. Having seen most the house, she was utterly miserable over her decision to stay. If it were not for the others quelling her objections, she would have been halfway home. Putting on a brave front in front of that odd gentleman proved more exhausting than anticipated.
"You know, it's not that awful," Will broached, scrutinizing the room from one corner to the other. "A little musty, but certainly tolerable."
The furniture was largely of Victorian vintage. The four-postered bed with its canopy looked absolutely sinister. The dark, velvet drapes billowed from the wind pouring through the open window; its subtle movements unhinged her. The spidery fingers of light manufactured by the candles caused shadows to flare out. Cathy could not shake her frightful impressions.
"I hate it," she whispered, walking purposely to the window to shut it. The drapes ceased their alarming rhythm. For a million dollars, she subjected herself to the root of her anxieties. Cathy had been terrified of ghosts since a child. The unknown filled her with dread.
Cathy barely managed to shoulder the burden of her fears. If they survived the night and claimed the prize, she and Will could finally marry. Excess dollars were a rare commodity; even with their pooled wages, setting aside adequate funds to finance a wedding stretched their purse strings to the breaking point. Having more than enough cash to pay for the momentous occasion, along with a fabulous surplus to embark upon their own business venture put Cathy in an cooperative frame.
"You're being silly." He threw himself onto the bed, folding his hands behind his head, then fixed her with a grin. "Why not come over here?"
Cathy spotted the twinkle of lust in his eyes. Under separate circumstances, she would have welcomed Will's summons. He was an excellent lover, satisfying her every want. His clear blue eyes were slightly magnified by glasses, his handsome face framed by light brown hair. She adored his firm, lean body-particularly when inside his formfitting baseball uniform. Having his smooth, muscled flesh against her was even better. Will possessed little ego; his complaisant manner alternately pleased and annoyed Cathy. She occasionally wished he took a stronger position when in debate. It was often Cathy's contention Will lacked backbone. His buddies on the team seemed to take advantage of his gentle nature.
Although obliging, he exhibited a powerful sex drive. Cathy attested to that fact many a night when he stayed over. By morning, she usually felt drained.
"I'm not in the mood," she murmured.
"It would be much more cozy having you beside me." He patted the chenille bedspread.
The familiar slur of his words canceled her underlying fear. She released the window frame and turned to him. Her trim figure painted a seductive picture in the mellow gleam. She put one foot in front of the other, cognizant of the flutter in her stomach that invariably caused her pussy to tighten.
Will's heart pumped madly, yet his expression did not relate its frantic activity. Cathy had never looked more fetching than at that moment, moving through the grades of light. The long, tawny-colored hair fell in shimmering waves over her shoulders. Those amber eyes radiated heat. Silken whispers seemed to drift from her full, red lips. Her breath quickened, as illustrated by the token swell of her full breasts.
She climbed onto the bed, uneasy over its gothic architecture, then slid over to Will. His thigh pressed to hers. Instantly, her pulse sped. Electric shocks were the result of the tantalizing demand he placed on her flesh. His arm circled and pulled her closer.
In the privacy of her bedroom, Will demonstrated more of a manliness than he had amongst his friends. He seemed reluctant to show the others his capacity to take charge, pursue sexual craving. To their comprehension, he was a timid fellow with a broad sense of humor. He preferred to be treated as "one of the guys." None saw his eyes blaze with passion, nor felt the urgency in his grip when hunger swept through him. None knew the true Will better than her.
But then, the men were on a baseball team where the friendships varied. Some were more confidential with other members, while a few remained mere acquaintances. As in any sporting event, the degree of compatibility fluctuated based on individual character. Those of rugged fiber tended to flock together. The extent of Will's association with the engaged members of the team was restricted to their congregation at the bar; otherwise, they were total strangers.
"Isn't this nicer?" Will murmured against her neck.
Cathy nodded. He nibbled slowly on her flesh, sending furious signals through the rest of her susceptible body. Forgetting about the encompassing gloom went beyond a fervent wish. Fresh color crept into her cheeks as he vibrated over that receptive area. Ohhhhhhhhh.
She skimmed his stomach-a network of superb, compact muscles-then ran her fingers over his chest. The small indentations of his nipples rose through his sports shirt. "Don't tell me this gloomy decor is turning you on."
He smiled fancifully, then buried himself in her neck. Contact with her velvety skin made him hard.
Cathy felt her pussy constrict once again-a magnifying tension that did not relent. A growing weakness developed in its center, compounded by the yen to enclose his cock in its trembling warmth.
His lips sought hers, then their tongues suddenly touched. Cathy's mind exploded in a conflagration of sensation, as if someone had set a match to dry tinder. Fire raced along her arms and legs. Need followed, making her sob and lust for every part of him. His tongue probed her mouth. She responded to each surging stroke. When their lips separated, she drew in fresh air to replenish that which became stale.
Will breathed her name before clamping a hand over her tender mound. He squeezed her responsive flesh, his fingertips digging into the soft layers. Cathy shifted in his heated grasp, imploring him to massage her with his thumb. He did so, conscious of that emergency. A wet spot formed beneath his frenetic rotation. She oozed from the relief he provided.
A fever raged through Cathy. She brushed the front of her dress, fondling the nipples that sprang to life. Scooping them together, she effected a slow, stimulating rub that yielded a hale cadence of her heart. She closed her eyes, her head lolling back, then sighed as its beat grew stronger.
Will smelled her aroma of desire. Unable to check the impulse, he descended upon her inflamed crotch. Cathy's slim thighs curved around his face seconds after he lifted her hem. The silk panties he uncovered carried an irresistible scent. His Adam's apple rippled as he availed himself of its delectable fragrance. Cathy had bathed with strawberry soaps; their sugary richness delighted his nostrils. He pulled back the elastic band of her panties and reveled in the unveiling of her light brown thatch. Cathy's modesty permitted only his gaze linger there. After inhaling its perfection, he tugged the article from her hips. Cathy assisted in its removal by elevating her shapely buttocks, then stretching those flawless legs in the air until she was free of them. The panties hastily dispatched, Cathy once again spread herself open for him. Her snatch awaited the diligence of his tongue and lips. Her gentle sigh urged him to feed upon her bared succulence.
Will sank toward her moist cunt, only to be halted by her hands framing his face. "What if someone walks in-" she softly fretted.
He grinned. "Then they can watch." He lengthened his tongue for that pool of honey and dipped between nectar-daubed lips.
"Oh, God," she moaned, then released his head.
Will plunged fully into her candied depths. Cathy moaned gutturally as he delved into the savory pulp while his fingers roamed the satin ringlets that bordered her cunt. He lapped the sides with infinite care, provoking her hips into gyrating madness. No matter where he licked, Cathy's juices flowed. He gulped them as quickly as they trickled onto his fluttering tip.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed into her damp folds.
Cathy grit her teeth as Will chased after each and every hot spot detected from previous sessions. She trembled as he drank from her pussy. He slurped the dewy droplets that clung to her heavy cunt lips, then siphoned the torrent that rumbled from her sodden core. She writhed when the rim of her pussy caught his tongue. Will thrashed until he was unencumbered, then wriggled back into her clutching hole.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered, digging the balls of her feet into the mattress. Arching her back, she twisted and grimaced at his rousing exploration. "Fill my pussy with your tongue."
Will gladly obeyed. He immersed himself in the saccharine-rich quarry, lavishing her plush textures with bubbly spittle. Her fertile sap was readily consumed. The swallowing sounds made her frantic. He followed the revolutions of her hips, the sudden drop of her cunt and its immediate return to his mouth. She pressed herself to his gulping orifice and solicited his suck.
"More," she gasped, feeding him her hot secretions. "More. Yes. Faster. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Prior concern for making a spectacle of themselves was totally banished from Cathy's mind. She exiled every gnawing thought of prying eyes glued to her half-naked body. If the others assembled at the door-as Will said-they could simply watch.
Cathy's swollen clit became exposed as Will spread apart her cunt. She fell back on the mattress and moaned as he drew powerfully on her deluged cuntal tissue. He seemed devoted to that burgeoning pearl. Circling it with his meandering tip, he commenced with his licking.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he groaned, drinking her female essence.
Cathy inverted her spine, digesting the flurry of excitement that resided in her body, then shoved herself back to that spectacular tongue.
Grasping Will's stout shoulders, she spun her ass to obtain every cell-rupturing stroke. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes, Will. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Will clamped himself around her vibrant bud and throttled it mercilessly. He kept an eye on Cathy's discoloration, as well as an ear attuned to her smothered cries. An instant shriek ripped from her throat as he lashed over the tormented button, whipping Cathy into a frenzy. He changed the pace by grazing his teeth lightly over her clit, procuring a fresh string of whispered endearments. When he started licking her clit again, he slid two fingers straight into her creamy snatch. He speared the convulsing membranes in a balanced, unstoppable thump.
"Oh, Will," Cathy sobbed, "it feels like you've got your cock in there. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I want you to fuck me. I've got to have you inside my pussy."
Will grinned, enjoying Cathy's heated response. He withdrew his digits, then resumed sucking her cunt. He covered her warm, pulsing flesh with his mouth and sucked its tangy liquid. He tongued her clit until she was riddled with pleasure, causing the bed to shake. Bearing down on her, he labored for that wild commotion, followed by total depletion. When he slipped himself into that climax-ridden pussy, he wanted it hot and juicy. Fighting against that slick knot was going to culminate in a energy-draining orgasm.
Raising her with his hands, he rotated her soaked cunt so that it received his spearing thrusts. He tongue-fucked her until she squealed with joy, then redirected himself to her throbbing button, where he slurped her into hoarseness. She croaked, enduring each curling lash. Her butt cheeks burned in his hands as he licked her snatch.
The sweat trickled down Cathy's face as she fought to reclaim her equilibrium. Will had done a thorough job in tipping the scales. No matter how insanely she jerked her hips, that tongue remained in unbroken pursuit. Ohhhh. She could not elude its tireless waggle. Her clit was bound to that incessant tickle. A marvelous debilitation rose in the heart of her groin and radiated to her central nervous system, building in strength, until she realized orgasm was nonnegotiable. He subdued her with those rapid flicks. Surrounding Will's face with her quivering thighs, she spasmed.
"Oh, baby," she sputtered. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Will drank from her contracting loins. Her discharged fluids were gulped. His mouth remained attached until the convulsion subsided. Gently, he lowered her aimless buttocks to the bed. Cathy moaned, delirious. Orgasm tended to spend her energy levels until they were fully recharged. He wasted not a moment of that restoration period. Popping the top button of his jeans, he ripped open his fly and took out his stiff cock. Eating Cathy had given him a tremendous thrill. He throbbed above her swaying hips, her lolling head, her shifting tits. He longed to be buried in that gratifying flesh of hers. His eyes centered on her glistening slit. Her sugary taste clung to his lips. He thought about cramming himself into that tight space, then dragging his dick back and forth through that furry ring, consummating the demand that screamed in his body. His jeans slipped from his smooth, muscled thighs. He discarded them with haste, then mounted Cathy.
She murmured as Will's brawny forearms flanked her. His face was bright with lust. Blunt warmth pushed her cunt lips apart. Whimpering, she sucked the head of his cock into her wet pussy, then fixed her muscles below the jutting rim.
"Christ," he groaned above her.
"Yeah," she whispered, "fuck me. Slide your dick in my drenched cunt. Yeah, baby. Put it in me as deep as you can."
Will's eyeballs rolled upward as he drove into that exquisite heat. "Oh, yeah. Oh, baby, that feels so good." He sank into hugging pulp that manipulated and aroused. Exhaling sharply, he jammed himself further into that tantalizing squish. Cathy alternately squeezed, then made allowances for his passage. His elbows and knees plunged into the mattress as he shoved himself into that moist receptacle. His entire cock was enveloped in cunt.
Cathy's hand traveled from the middle of his back to his flexing buttocks while he pumped her. She embraced his powerful frame, concentrating on the lush sensations his embedded shaft produced. The frantic agitation of his hard dick afforded her splendor. He filled her snatch sweetly. She noticed his throb in the heart of her pussy. Clasping his tensing ass cheeks, she prompted him to fuck her more roughly. Her recovery was complete; she yearned for harder pumping.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she purred in his ear. "Oh, yeah. Slam it into me. Fuck me hard. I want it. I want it so much."
Cathy discerned Will's rapid heartbeat. Her lips briefly curved before he pounded her cunt. He sliced smoothly into her pussy, occupying it to the hilt. She managed to fashion her muscles into a slippery web and provided the sizzling friction he sought.
"Faster," she implored. "Faster."
He pistoned his hips until her spongy pussy was hammered with cock. He watched the transformation of her features; one second, Cathy was nodding in delight, and in the next, her face was a mask of contortion.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, loving his furious thrust between her legs. Will filled a necessary void. Gladly, she accommodated the hot urgency that registered in his movements. Their flesh slapped in delicious harmony. She puffed while he jammed himself to the bottom of her lubricated snatch. "Don't stop. Please-don't stop."
Will didn't think that possible. The violence she unleashed could only be alleviated by eruption. Her cunt snapped him up with its frantic oscillation. Sweat poured from his brow as he blindly shoved himself into her crushing folds. He fucked that saturated pussy with all the strength at his command. Her glutinous walls snared, then compressed him to the point of shooting. He jabbed through that slippery mesh and persisted in his feverish locomotion.
"Oh, baby," he muttered under his breath, "I'm gonna cum in your pussy."
"Do it," she pleaded, undulating to his satisfaction. "I want to feel you squirting."
Will gazed down at her fever-bright face, then groaned from the subsequent clasp of her pussy. Cathy lured him to that bubbling finale. He pumped her soaked loins, feeling his ecstasy climb, until there was no turning back. Clenching his teeth and expelling stagnant air, he slammed into her cunt and exploded.
"Uggghhhhhhhh," he bellowed, lightheaded and glowing. "Arrrggghhhh. Arrrggghhhhhh."
In those concluding moments, Will supplied Cathy enough abrasion to precipitate her orgasm. She felt the distant tremors in the pit of her groin until they gathered intensity. Soon, she contracted around his spurting cock. "Ohhhhhhhh," she wailed, letting that priceless thrill surge through her entire being. "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh."
After Will fully climaxed in that absorbent cunt, he lowered his spent form over Cathy and took her into his loving arms. Their flesh was mired with sweat and the scent of their excreted fluids. They exchanged tongue kisses and whispered words of affection to one another.
"Hey," he said to her after coming up for air. "Let's hop in the shower."
Cathy recalled the old-fashioned bathroom with its checkered tiles, pedestal sink, and claw-footed tub. The house retained its ancient appliances. She anticipated an unearthly squeal from its pipes when the faucets were turned. No doubt the plumbing was in sad shape. "How do we know some rust-colored fluid isn't going to come splashing on us?"
"I guess we'll have to take our chances."
Will jumped out of bed and did a sprint for the door. "Last one there doesn't get any hot water."
Cathy giggled at his show of tomfoolery.
Will could be quite the buffoon when setting his heart to it. At least, her preceding apprehensions were dispelled as a result of his humor.
Will was much too quick to attempt keeping pace. The bathroom, located at the end of the hall, was but a moment away. She reached for the door, then stopped. Will might have assumed towels were put there by Tom Jermoliak, but Cathy didn't immediately subscribe to that belief. Spinning on her heel, she went to the large chest of drawers and searched for bath linens. She recoiled after pulling each drawer open, a musty smell pinching her nostrils.
Cathy rummaged through the second one when a hand touched her shoulder. She hadn't heard the door to signal Will's return. "What's the matter?" she teased. "Too lonely in there?"
In a flash, a rag was placed over her nose and mouth, secured by unyielding strength. One whiff told Cathy the cloth had been soaked in chloroform. She seized the wrist, rough with hair, and knew her assailant wasn't Will. Pinned against a wall of muscle, she fought.
"That's it, baby. Struggle," spoke a gruff voice. "You'll make it work faster."
Cathy recognized her attacker. He was one of their friends. She tried removing the rag from her face, but he held it fast.
"Did you honestly think you two were going to win all that money?" he clucked. "Not a chance. Breath deep, baby. You're being taken out of the competition."
Cathy screamed into the cloth, but evoked only a muffled whimper. The foul-smelling chemical did its work.
Although she began clawing at him, her battle for freedom diminished. She had been forced to inhale far too much. The hand that clamped the rag could not be dislodged. Cathy slumped in his arms and collapsed.
Her unconscious figure was temporarily placed on the bed. She fell across the cold chenille in a sigh. The person who subdued her stared at the seductive picture she painted. In drugged sleep, her nipples bulged deliriously. Will's cum oozed from her pussy.
He left the room and ventured down the hall. Darkness abounded. The sound of the shower and Will's playful singing suggested the way. Steam rushed out into the hall as the door was pushed open. A candle burned on the floor, providing romantic illumination. The black curtain was drawn around the claw-footed tub while water sprayed on its opposite side.
Will's glasses were sitting on the pedestal sink.
Swiftly, the curtain was torn back. Drenched from the downpour, Will's lean muscled body stood. He shook the accumulation of drops from his sopping hair. Without accurate vision, Will squinted at his intruder.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he indignantly demanded.
The hand shot up with startling speed, bearing the saturated rag. Will instinctively flew back, but was unprepared for the other hand that wrenched his head. The cloth was pressed over his face and began its taxing power. Will tried kicking away his assailant, but was thwarted when an arm was wrapped around his throat. Will was dragged from the tub and compelled to breath from the same rag that dispatched Cathy.
The pungency of the soaked cloth proved no match for Will. He tried to throw off his opponent, but gradually, succumbed to the fumes. Will's vigor left him. He sank to the floor, unconscious.
The accoster gathered Will's benumbed form over his shoulder, carried him back to his room and placed him beside the sleeping Cathy.
"When Tom Jermoliak gets here tomorrow, he'll find two less contenders."
CHAPTER TWO
Wendy jumped when Kevin entered their room. "Where the hell have you been?" she growled, after composing herself. "You've been gone for nearly an hour."
He sauntered up to the bed, where she lazed. "Don't tell me you saw a spook."
"Very funny," she snarled. "I'm not Cathy."
He gave her a frank appraisal. Wendy's well-developed body was nothing like Cathy's. Wendy had three inches on her in bust size and a waist he could almost wrap his fingers around. A saucy blonde with plenty of spunk-that was how he characterized her. Wendy had blue eyes that glittered, particularly at the height of sexual excitement. He enjoyed peering into them while prodding her tight cunt. "I'd never make that mistake."
"You still haven't answered my question. What were you doing?"
The candlelight augmented her beauty. He climbed into bed next to her. "Just looking around. I figured if I had to contend with a bunch of ghosts, I'd rather find them before they found me."
"Your humor is not appreciated," she haughtily stated, then inched away from him. "Tom Jermoliak is a fool if he thinks I've bought his theory about this place being overrun by hostile spirits. It's a trick-putting things in peoples' minds so that they're vulnerable to every shadow, every groan of the floorboards. They're victims of exaggeration."
Kevin grinned. "You almost vaulted when I opened the door."
"You simply startled me. I wasn't frightened."
"Admit it: the unknown has undermined that famous cool demeanor. You want everyone to believe you're in control, but inside, you're scared shitless."
She punched his arm. "Keep it up, pal, and you'll sleep on the floor."
He gave her a judicious look. "You wouldn't make it through the night, with a red-hot male just a few feet away. You'd crawl up to me, begging for it."
She shot daggers at him. "I never heard such crap. Exactly what do you think you are: Lay of the Year?"
"You've never found fault with me in that department."
Wendy rifled through her bag of insults, but couldn't locate one to hurl. Kevin brought enhanced definition to the words "virile" and "irresistible." Tall, dark-haired, devilishly dark-eyed with a rugged profile-those attributes further completed his physical appearance. He was, in her opinion, a glorious beast, an untamed animal whose sexual prowess was a match for her voracious appetite. Because Wendy had a tremendous ego, she made no allowances for disclosing authentic impressions. They made the ground rock, then shatter into fragments after each coupling. Kevin gave her the best sex she'd ever had.
It was less complicated, she resolved, to underplay her feelings. She gave no indication of how much she savored him in bed. Kevin was liable to dominate the relationship, and although he declined donning a leash, he very well might attempt that with her.
Wendy set aside those convictions and returned to her former train of thought. Despite Kevin's rejection of being truthful about his whereabouts, she was forced to conclude he probably went down to the car to catch the latter part of the baseball game on the radio. Kevin was an incurable sports buff. His love for the contest of skill was a primary reason for her detachment. Wendy believed she competed with athletics for his attention.
To punish him, she poked fun at his job-a simple mechanic earning a paltry salary. In all honesty, she could have cared less about his profession. Even if he was a janitor, she would have adored him. But his absorption in nearly every sport irked her. His eye strayed for the television or the field, even in the middle of intimate conversation. No season was without its featured game. He was both spectator and participant. His apartment was lined with equipment for virtually any event.
Wendy currently tolerated baseball because of the men he played with. She flirted outrageously with a couple-to the exclusion of their girlfriends' notice. Wendy shrugged off their dirty looks. It wasn't as though she made a pass at one. Her principle objective was to make Kevin jealous-a circumstance that never evolved. As long as sports existed, Kevin was oblivious to her pranks.
Wendy's thoughts veered to Tom Jermoliak and his fabulous offer. A million dollars-what a wonderful prize to claim. If she had that kind of money, she could do things beyond her wildest dreams. Wendy enjoyed travel. Going to distant countries, meeting new men, seemed too remarkable to contemplate. Naturally, she and Kevin would have to split that amount, but even at half, she stood to accomplish her life's ambitions without financial concerns.
For a single night's stay in a dreary house, she'd purchase her independence. She'd put Kevin out to pasture once and for all, and seek the pleasures she craved.
"What are you thinking?" he probed, seeing her visible shift in mood.
"Why should I tell you?" she chided. "You're the one who's secretive. Can't stand a taste of your own medicine?"
"That's not a fair assumption, when you have no idea what I did." Her large, jutting breasts were more than he could capably ignore. Wendy was a gifted woman. She had the body of a goddess. He advanced upon those twin globes without delay, framing them with his large hands. "Besides, admission would have me sentenced to something harsher than the floor."
"I don't know why I put up with you."
"I do." He eased her tits out of her blouse with an expert flick. The neckline was low enough to execute that feat. The sight of those mounds bulging over the cups of an overworked bra gave him a fierce appetite. Wendy's preference for clothing that accentuated her sexy figure was to his advantage: the small number of buttons he had to attack; the skimpy bikinis that were designed for immediate access; the convenient snaps-all served their purpose.
Wendy observed the retrieval of her vertical nipples while an untimely lump formed at the base of her throat. "What do you plan to do with them?" she softly inquired.
Kevin permitted his actions to speak for themselves. He drew her hard, throbbing nub into his mouth, clamping down, and whipped it with his tongue. Instant thrills raced up and down her spine. Wendy moaned. The sensation drove her wild as he feverishly captured that nipple. He then switched to the other and repeated the deed, subjecting her to those exciting flicks.
"Jesus," she murmured, unable to watch. Her eyes shut tight during the stirring commotion. His saliva, escaping from the very corner of his mouth, mired her smooth, tanned flesh. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Wendy sank into the nest of pillows perched behind her back. Kevin maneuvered himself over her writhing body, aware of his pulsing erection. He took greater mouthfuls of tit, giving each a meticulous sucking. When he had her fully aroused, he arranged to stick his cock in that soft pussy and fuck the daylights out of her.
Wendy was just another game, he silently reflected. He played by her rules, taking a number of acceptable shortcuts to arrive at his desired result.
Kevin was extremely horny. He returned to their room highly charged, with an unstoppable hard-on. He had every reason to be steamed, based on what had transpired prior to his re-entrance. Something darkly sweet fueled his hunger. Lust burned between his legs, and Wendy would be its unwitting but eager recipient.
Wendy's senses reeled from the gentle, then harder sucking of her tits. His lips were practically grafted to her tender flesh. He lashed each stub with drool until they floated in a pool of bubbles, then sucked them dry. Wendy thought the top of her head would explode from the intensity he exhibited.
She broke into a fever, murmuring unintelligible things. Her nipples were her number one escalation point, and Kevin was apprised of it. He savored them with his thrashing tongue. His blistering saliva set them on fire. The clamp of his lips instigated more delirium.
The moist sounds he produced lubricated her pussy. Her ass thumped against the bed in expectation of his cock's delicious impact.
Damn him, she secretly thought. He knew precisely how to bring her emotions to a boil. His actions were intuitive and desired, despite the animosity she nurtured.
While his mouth was stationed over her reverberating nipple, his hand was up her skirt and inside her panties. "You're wet," he huskily noted, swerving through its fur lining. He groped her swollen mound. "Oh, yeah. You're dying for it."
Wendy had barely enough presence of mind to collect her scattered thoughts, much less respond to his statement. When his heavy thumb slid through the soaked division of her cunt and abutted her enlarged clit, she lurched. He effected a jiggle that left her speechless.
"Are you getting all hot for me?" he muttered, tracing his tongue around her nipple. "Does your pussy ache for my nice, big cock?"
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, unable to answer. His thumb worked her clit with unerring precision. The compounding suck he administered blurred her vision. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"You want to fuck, don't you?" he taunted.
Kevin made no provisions for a reply. He merely went on stripping away her every defense, enslaving her with finger and tongue. Wendy felt, to some extent, he was exacting a toll for the rude treatment.
He curved his body so that she could observe the massive outline in the front of his pants. "Look at that thing. See how hard you got it? It wants to go in you and give you pleasure."
Wendy trembled. "Yes."
He seized her hand and anchored it to his inflamed member. He rotated his hips so she could simulate a massage. "My dick is like a fucking crowbar. Jesus. It's throbbing against your palm. Oh, yeah. Stroking it has turned it into a monster." He nibbled on her ear lobe. "I'll bet you know how to drain its power."
It was odd of Kevin to be speaking to her in such a fashion. Although he resorted to gratuitous terms, he spoke them so tersely and with exasperation that she wondered what had initiated them.
For one second, demonic possession entered her mind. Was the house infecting him with some vile spirit? As swiftly as the notion materialized, she rejected it. God. She refused to subscribed to Jermoliak's wild theories. He was a deranged individual.
Shaking off the dementia that plagued her, she elected to take matters in hand. The metal tag of Kevin's zipper was within reach. She ripped down its teeth, then groped inside for the thing that drove her mad. Kevin breathed roughly as she grabbed him.
"That's it, baby. Do you like what you got there? Pump it with your fist. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Take it out of my pants. It wants to breathe. It needs to feel the inside of your mouth."
Her eyebrow shot up. "You want me to suck it, don't you?" she purred, steering him through the open mesh. His cock pulsed furiously in her grip. Kevin was enormous. She recalled how he'd stretched her pussy their first night together. She never had a man like him. "Is that what you've been after? A blow job?"
Though he didn't verbally confirm her guess, his eyes glided leisurely in her direction.
His bulbous cockhead appeared large and angry. Wendy lashed it with saliva, letting the quantity she dispensed linger for a few seconds before further devotion. She watched for signs that he wanted more. When he shifted, she let out her tongue again and gave him a gratifying slurp. Kevin's ecstatic quiver registered nicely. His strangled choke verified her suspicions. She could taste his anxiety, his lust.
Wendy admired his cock for a moment before stroking it with her tongue. It was delightfully huge-almost as thick as her wrist. Soon, she was sucking at the cumhole of his cock bulb with all her might. Sweet sensations appeared to shoot through Kevin's body from her oral clench. Her lips widened to absorb his entire cockhead between her teeth and tongue. His balls were pumped with jism at such a rapid rate; no doubt he would fight the urge to shoot thirty seconds into the blow job. Mmmmmm. She felt his muscles tensing up and rose from his sodden tip to offer her cock-gobbling mouth to him for a sexy kiss.
Kevin closed his eyes and opened his mouth so that their tongues could meet. A little oral thrust and parry ensued. Not once through their kiss did Wendy surrender his dick. Her fingers were still locked around his shaft, preserving its perfect state of erection. As they French-kissed, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked his tongue to show him what she had done and intended to continue doing to his cock. Wendy realized she was teasing him, but that was part of her strategy.
She made Kevin tremble from that tempest of lust. After her mouth drove him sufficiently crazy, she released him. He gasped for air, his heart palpitating. Wendy was pleased to have worked him into a frenzy.
"Isn't it better when I take over?" she purred. "You don't know what I'm going to do next, hmmmmmmmm?"
Kevin's retort was to cup the top of her head, then push her between his legs. "Show me some more of your imagine tricks, baby."
Wendy's blonde hair fell over his lap. She flipped it over her shoulder, then bobbed up and down his cock. She gave him a long and enjoyable sucking, tormenting him with her butterfly licks, her vibrating tongue and her deep-throating technique. She swallowed his thing, taking it far into her throat while bubbles of spit formed along his wide pulsing base. She gave Kevin credit-he managed to keep from cumming until he thoroughly fucked her mouth.
Kevin lifted himself and delivered his cock to the very bottom of her throat. His balls were smashed to her lips. "I don't even see it," he mused, breathing roughly. "It's gone. Oh, yeah. You took me whole."
The tip of his cock tickled her tonsils. Wendy had him all the way down to the balls, accomplishing that feat without choking, nor the need to pause for breath. She believed she had him at the brink of shooting, but controlled him with her sensitive fingertips. Applying pressure to his balls cut off the jism stream after a few tiny spurts.
Mmmmmmmmm, Wendy pondered. Those drops of man nectar really hit the spot. She usually went for the cream, but stopped herself. She wanted to prolong his pleasure as long as possible.
The room thundered with their ragged inhaling and exhaling. Kevin dragged huge gulps of air into his lungs as Wendy mouthed his swollen cock. "Take more of me," he groaned. "Suck me down to the stem. Ahhhhh. Wrap your lips around that dick and suck it hard. Come on, baby. Work the cum up my shaft with that sexy mouth." He gasped, then thrust himself steadily into the passionate circle that enclosed him. "Want me to fuck that gorgeous face of yours? Huh? Want my cock down your throat?"
"Mmmmmmmm," Wendy mewled, sucking his dick with renewed vigor. The mounting pressure of her lips truncated his sentences until he labored beneath her ravenous lips.
"Keep going down on it," he muttered, pumping her lips. "I want to stay wet. Ahhhhh. Eat that thing. Rub me with that tight mouth. Ahhhhhhh. Lick it while I'm in there. Use your tongue. Come on, baby. Do it. Yeah."
Kevin fought the urge to spasm in her mouth for as long as he could. Wendy was astonished by his staying power. No matter how hard she sucked on him, he succeeded in keeping that creamy ooze from spilling into her cheeks. She fastened her lips as tightly as possible to his shaft and stroked up and down, attempting to milk him of hot jism. Her tongue traced the protruding veins, slipping around the bloated head, jarring the taut skin of his cock's underside-and yet, she couldn't render him into that feverishly weak condition. Wendy knew Kevin loved cumming in her mouth-watching her luscious lips twitch and her tongue flicker and feed on every last drop of milky white goo that happened to escape her cum-loving throat. Why he extended the luxurious moment was a mystery.
"Mmmmmmmm," Wendy moaned, clasping him with her horny lips. "Mmmmmmmmmm." Except for those hoarse protestations, no other passionate words were exchanged. They wanted only the sounds of their lust-making. He wasn't directing the descent of her lips with verbal instruction, nor had Wendy lifted her mouth to whisper steamy reflections. The smacking of her lips, the juicy noises made with her tongue and the sharp intake of breath were the utterances that met their ear drums.
"Fill your mouth with cock. Take all you can. Suck it good." He paused, then in a strangled voice, ordered her to lick his balls.
Wendy gladly complied. She removed her sucking lips from his throbbing member, then lashed his taut sac. Kevin groaned as a steam of bubbles snapped over her delicate flesh. She lapped the oval shapes while his cock twitched with excitement. The manly scent of his flesh aroused her.
Enfolding his shaft in her fist, she achieved a stimulating jerk while lathering his balls with drool. He palpitated wildly in her clasp while she ran her curling tip over that sensitive pouch. Saliva was slashed over every section until it warmly bubbled.
"Enough," he gasped, dragging oxygen into his lungs. "Now suck it. Suck that monster."
Wendy reapplied her draining suck. She viewed the rippling of Kevin's Adam's apple. He swallowed roughly. His fists balled. He was getting so close to shooting.
Wendy got so fucking hot from blowing him, she had to start fingering herself. She slipped her hand into her panties and began jiggling her swollen clit. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She longed for the crammed feel of his cock in her pussy, charging against her throbbing love button. That shivering friction alone would have given her a few orgasms. Although Kevin had buried it the previous night, Wendy still yearned for its hard, splitting fit. It felt so good fucking her.
She was fixed on sucking him to orgasm first. Having a taste for it, she wanted to drink his cum. Mmmmmmmmm. That dick yawned in and out of her mouth. Her sensuous lips clung to the skin made slippery with her tingling saliva. She eased herself down until he was lodged in the back of her throat, then gradually journeyed to the bulbous head. Kevin shook from all that hot suction. He couldn't take another second of her rubbing lips, her limber tongue, her hot breath.
"Swallow it," he howled. "Swallow it, baby. Uggggghhhhhhhhh."
All at once, cum filled her mouth. Kevin enclosed her head with his large hands, urging her to stay down and drink her fill. Heavy squirts of that gooey stuff were discharged. He bellowed as he came, announcing the fact he had just exploded in Wendy's mouth. His entire body shuddered while he spent himself in her face.
Wendy continued gulping.
Kevin sighed, then said, "I'm parched. How about something cold to drink?
"Too bad we didn't pack a cooler," Wendy said. "We could have had beer sitting on ice, just for this moment."
He rose from bed. "I'll run downstairs and fetch a couple of cans."
"Wait a minute. You're not leaving me again."
Kevin wrinkled his nose at her. "Afraid to be alone?"
Wendy had hoped for a little reciprocation first beforehand. The fact Kevin neglected her needs infuriated her. She hid her ire by making an attempt to sway him. "Perhaps I can offer a suitable substitute." She threw her shapely legs apart in consolation.
"You're tempting me," he said, staring at length. Golden wisps curled around the crotch of her panties.
She patted the space between her silken thighs. "I want to see how thirsty you really are."
Kevin took a step toward her, then retreated. "Let me get that beer."
Wendy watched in awe and anger as the door closed behind him. She suspected he was going to run down to the car and catch the third or fourth inning of that ball game.
The bastard, she thought, leaving her at such an awkward moment.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, God," Heather whispered, clenching her teeth. She hadn't expected that her response to Rick's technique would be that inflammatory. She twisted and gasped, receiving those fierce sucks. Her nubs burned inside his mouth. Her fingers slid into his dark blond hair, weaving erratic patterns. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Very slowly, Rick detached himself and peered into her eyes. "You're beautiful, Heather."
She managed a smile through her haze of lust. Rick always extended such compliments after getting her naked. He loved gazing at her undraped flesh and brought to attention the flawlessness of her body.
The fact that they got it on in such a bleak environment shocked her. Rick was an easily distracted individual. An incorrect setting easily inhibited-to the point of canceling-his ardor. They'd left several motels after finding that the rooms were decayed shells, unsuitable for lovemaking.
The true reason behind his tolerance lay in the prize money. A million dollars represented an opportunity for Rick to attend college-an unavailable option several years before-in order to pursue his dream of becoming a doctor. The expense of medical school had put that vision on permanent hold. If they became entitled to the money, his tuition to the finest school would be paid in full. At the same time, Heather could enroll in the university of her choice and obtain the necessary training to become an oceanographer. The study of the ocean and its inhabitants had been an eternal source of fascination for her.
Braving the ghosts and evil spirits of Tom Jermoliak's house seemed a small price to pay for such fulfillment.
Rick lowered Heather onto the bed. The sheets were cool against her back. She squirmed, anxious to see him naked. Rick, reading her thoughts while standing above her, unbuttoned his shirt. Her view of the dense hair lining his massive chest was totally unobstructed. As he peeled the shirt off, the sight of his muscular physique aroused her. His pectorals were quite pronounced, as were the size of his biceps. Rick was no stranger to physical fitness; the routine of exercises to which he subscribed afforded him that thrilling shape.
He let Heather admire his body for a moment before covering her with it. She shivered as her vulnerable nipples were entangled by that virtual forest. He put his mouth over hers and inserted his tongue. She was subjected to several luscious moments of probing. Ohhhhh. She shifted impatiently beneath him, massaging him with her damp panties. His erection pressed into her. He was really swollen, bulging from those pants.
Rick savored the moment. Heather was the ideal woman, his exclusive goddess. Her dark hair unfurled over the pillows, outlining a face chiseled to perfection. Studying the exquisite angles of her body caused him to swell. She might not be big-breasted like some of the women, but she was delightfully proportionate.
Slowly, Heather rolled right from under him while trailing a stream of kisses that stemmed from the base of his neck and continued along his shoulder. Rick, granting her creative license, sighed as she guided him onto his back. He watched carefully as her lips grazed his mouth, then chin, then traveled down his throat. She nipped at the furry thatch that coated his chest, taking a moment to dwell at his nipples and give them an oral tweak.
"Jesus," he gasped, experiencing the scalding dabs of her tongue.
Heather attached herself to his nipple and sucked. Her suction wasn't quite as fierce as his, but it was enough to cause his Adam's apple to flutter and his chest to expand. She detected an emphasized quiver.
She continued down the length of his body, fast approaching his crotch. The outgrowth of his excited cock caught her eye. Mmmmmmm. Rick was all man.
Thus far, Rick had overlooked the alleged ghosts that dwelled about so that they could enjoy each other. Heather, who was far more susceptible to such hearsay, focused solely on him so that reminder would not intrude upon her erotic thoughts.
She loosened his belt while tonguing his navel. His stomach was coarse with hair. She caressed that solid network of muscle with her cheek. She introduced her roaming fingers at a leisurely pace. Breathing warmly against his skin, she stirred him into a frenzy.
Rick's hand cupped the top of Heather's head and pushed. He made it quite obvious he wished her to rub his jutting figuration with her lips.
"Easy, baby," Heather whispered. "I'll get there soon enough."
She clasped the metal tag and tugged at his zipper. The sound of its teeth unmeshing thrilled her. Its outpouring heat enveloped her as she petted that manly growth. His dick enlarged under her intense scrutiny. Her toiling was considered a stimulant.
She opened his pants and slipped a hand under his waistband. Rick's cock soared through her fist, that bulbous head plump and angry. He pulsed warmly in her grip.
"Stroke it," he gasped.
She massaged his tall shaft, enjoying its sleek texture. Apart from the span of veins and the pronounced overhang of his cockhead, Rick was smooth to the touch. Displaying her adoration wasn't difficult, given her horniness. Her tongue emerged to give it a kittenish slurp. Although the amount of saliva Heather dispensed was minimal, it had a virulent effect on Rick.
"Oh, Christ," he gasped, ill-prepared for that initial shock to his system. One lick followed another, until gradually, she rooted her lips to the plush tip. "Oh, baby. Uhhhhhhhhh."
Heather sucked the hard shaft, flicking her tongue to intensify his pleasure. She loved taking his dick into her mouth, attempting to devour as much as possible. Listening to those labored exhalations propelled her. Heather judged sucking cock an enjoyable form of entertainment. She treasured Rick's contortions, his composure ruptured by the weave of her mouth. His gasps spurred her, as well as the groping hands to her head. The elevation of his crotch to increase her consumption and the ecstatic shudder of his entire body when Heather grabbed him with her lips were similarly relished. "Mmmmmm. You sure taste good, Rick. So good. I can't stop wanting you."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he muttered, his breathing tortured. "Oh, baby, you really turn me on. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhh. Go easy. I don't want to shoot in your mouth just yet. You're going to get a whole lot of pleasure from it tonight."
That morsel of knowledge stimulated her hunger. Heather went at him more eagerly than ever. Her lips swooped over that big, thick cock and tugged at the taut skin. Hot drool ran down his shaft, only to be lapped cleaned. Her tongue went crazy, attacking the long vein of his underside, followed by the sweet pressure of her lips. Mmmmmmmmm. She sucked him hard and long, his grunting music to her ears.
When she absorbed more cock, Rick clasped her head with one hand and balled his other. His knuckles turned white from the tension. Heather fanned her warm breath over his balls. She knew of its tingling effect.
She was completely immersed in sucking him. After an ample intake of air, Heather relaxed her throat muscles and plunged on his shaft. His legs trembled as she swallowed yet another inch, working her lips over the wider base. She really loved sucking on him. His response, too, contributed to that enjoyment. He curved his back and spread his legs as far apart as possible to keep watching its slick disappearance in her mouth. Those blue eyes studied her titillating nibbles, her darting tongue, her invigorating style.
"Your lips," he gasped, "are like suction cups. They snatch my cock. Ahhhhhhhhh. Get your mouth all over it. Swallow me. Oh, yeah, like that. Ahhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmm." Heather stroked his balls. They were packed with that gratifying fluid that would shoot in her mouth. Once he reached that irreversible point, she planned to gulp it down. Mmmmmmmmmm. How could anyone dislike cocksucking? Heather went on blowing Rick, knowing her efforts were appreciated by the way he navigated her head and pushed down. It was the ultimate turn-on. His clinging to every tongue-lashing, mouth-clamping second made her pussy wet. Recognizing his satisfaction caused her to get quite juicy.
"Slow down or you'll make me cum," he warned in a tremulous voice. "I want to fuck you with it. I want my first eruption to take place inside that hot pussy."
"I don't want to stop," Heather moaned amid mouthfuls. "I want to stay right here, between your legs." She couldn't get enough, stuffing her face with cock.
"No," he gasped, determined to carry out his wish. He detached her lips from his dick. Saliva streamed down his tall-standing column. Had she spent a few more seconds attached, he would have exploded. Somehow, Rick had found the reserves to disconnect himself from her sucking power. He really didn't want to cum in her mouth.
Heather panted at him, unable to stop looking at his erect cock. It was magnificent when elongated. Rick had to be ten or more inches, she estimated.
"Slide your cunt onto me," he said, kicking his pants off.
Heather reached for the waistband of her panties, but Rick had no patience for their removal. He grasped her by the hips and dragged her onto his lap. Without preliminary, he ripped open the remaining material that covered her pussy. Her panties were shredded to expedite gratification.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, anxious to have him.
"I can't wait," he muttered, his tone low and husky. "You get me so hungry."
Rick's cock bobbed upright, waiting for her to sit on it. Heather was soaked with desire, aching to submerge it in her juicy crevice.
Raising herself over his big thing, she shivered as he ran his hands over her hips. His eager breath grazed her neck, prickling her senses.
"Lower yourself onto it," he instructed.
Obediently, Heather moved her ass cheeks downward, her legs spread. The tip of his cock nudged at her slick opening.
"Slow," he gasped. "Take me slow. I want to experience every inch of your heat."
The head of his cock dug into her slot, tensing up her muscles. Heather moaned at the thought of sinking herself down on all those hard inches and shivered. It was going to feel so good having it in her.
Rick wrapped his arms around Heather, clutching her to him. He pinched her stiff nipples, letting them blister at his comforting touch.
Her fingers delved into the hairy flesh of his thighs and bore down. She bit her lip when impaling herself on his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out, ramming her pussy. Her cunt lips engulfed him with a agonized sigh.
Rick's breathing was overwrought. "I've been thinking about this," he said from below, "the moment you put your mouth on my dick. I could see you were in the mood for something rough. Jesus, you're soaked. My cock's charging through your drenched warmth."
Heather writhed and twisted, slamming her ass cheeks to his groin. Her knees felt weak while she received him in large, ravenous strokes. His dick extended far into the recesses of her cunt, exciting her with its incredible rigidity. She felt as though her entire body was supported by it.
"I love how hard it gets," she whimpered.
"Christ. Oh, baby, you're so fucking hot. I love watching you when it goes into your cunt. Just watching your face while my cock slides into your pussy turns me into a rock. Ahhhhhhhhh. I feel how wet you got yourself. Oh, yeah, bury me in that warm, juicy snatch. Cover me good. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, Heather. Fuck me hard. Move that pussy over my dick. Oh, baby, you're starting a fire in there. You're making it tough to last-but I'm not going to stop until you cum first."
Heather nodded with closed eyes, letting rapture encompass her. Sitting on Rick was the ultimate high. Feeling that cock reach high into her body set her hips into motion. "Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Gonna fuck you good, babe," he groaned, clasping her waist and rocking her against him. "Come on, ride me, ride that big cock of mine."
Working her hips, Heather could feel the intense pressure of his embedded thing. God, how he penetrated her with that cunt-filling cock. That beautiful dick of his enslaved her, taking command of her wits, establishing the tempo of her movements. Breathlessly, she followed its lead, surrendering control. How immensely she enjoyed the way it packed her. She tightened when it sank deep into her pussy.
Heather sighed as Rick groped her nudity. "Let's do this all night."
"Why? So it keeps the ghosts away?"
She sent him a cross look while humping him. "Don't tease."
Rick manipulated her tits with grasping fingers. Her billowy flesh fluttered in his hands. "That money is as good as ours. I intend to collect."
"I hope so."
He bunched up her delectable mounds, sliding over the sweat that dampened them. "I never bought that guy's story for a second. We all know there aren't such things as ghosts. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Right now, I've got to squeeze myself into that tight pussy. Yeah. I want to make sure you get the full benefit of my entire cock. Tonight, I'm going to give you the best sex you ever had."
"Mmmmmmmmm. That idea pleases me," Heather moaned, madly riding him. She pushed herself down on that solid shaft until his balls touched her ass, then reversed direction. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
"Without a doubt," he gasped, happy to be on the receiving end of that puckering snatch.
Her nipples had gotten so erect they were on the verge of explosion. His thumbs rolled over their hardness 'as he listened to her moan. Her pleasure was undisguised, hoarse. He squeezed them firmly, creating heavenly soreness. "You're wild, baby. Hot and wild."
Heather's naked body excited him. Her smells were fragrant and inviting. Even her cunt juice gave him an appetite, as evidenced by his fierce thrusts. With a surge of excitement, he jammed himself into her with everything he had. Heather cried out upon impact, thrilled by the knowledge that that delicious, mounting pressure belonged to Rick, that they were attached at the groin and that each push furthered her joy. She didn't worry about becoming disengaged from his cock, even when the fucking got out of control. He was in her so deeply, it didn't seem possible.
"You feel so good in there," he muttered, spearing into her hot squish. "Oh, yeah. I love fucking you."
"Ohhhhhh." She cupped his flexing buttocks as he pumped. His hard dick went right into her, grinding in her hot pussy. Her love button received some of that friction, too, as his heavy shaft brushed it. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, don't stop. More, Rick. More."
"Tell me what to do, baby. I'll do whatever you want."
Heather tried to give more instruction, but each shove of his cock robbed her of speech. She was lost in her climb. Scooping up his balls, she fondled them. "Just keep doing what you know best," she panted as he worked her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God."
Rick fought off the urge to quickly cum. Her cunt became even more of a suction cup, tensing around his shaft. The finger massage on his balls made him tremble, but inserting her finger into his anus nearly caused him to hit the roof. He maintained his steady drive into her pussy, lifting himself from the bed to meet her fiery thrusts.
"I'm going to make you cum so good," he promised, smacking into her juicy center. "You're going to lose it in a few more seconds-and it's going to be excellent."
"Why don't you shoot first? You've managed to stay hard and keep fucking in the past. Show me you can do it again."
"Go easy," Rick gasped after she came down fast. "Don't overheat yourself. You'll go quick."
Heather bore down on him, switching her suckling force to full-strength. Her moist cunt got the better of him. Working on the same level, however, brought her close to orgasm. His cock kept sliding into her warm cunthole, rubbing her clit, making her delirious. She hadn't realized by expediting his release, she would turn the tables on herself.
The seizures began. "Oh, no," Heather sobbed, "not yet. I don't want to cum yet!"
"I warned you, baby," he grunted, sweat oozing from his face.
Heather's screams were deafening as she rode out the rest of her passion. She flailed atop Rick, fighting to regain command. The assault, however, was much too powerful to shake.
Rick smirked when he saw that Heather's vision was restored. "Are you going to slow down?"
Faith in herself was not to be questioned. She gripped his muscular forearms, fixing him with a look of determination. "I'll fix you."
She lined her cunt up with his cock, then hurled her juicy lips over him. She humped him feverishly, feeling his dick get harder from her renewed efforts.
"Jesus, that feels good," he admitted, dragging in air. Her pussy lips charged at him, soaking his dick to the balls.
"I'll make you cum," she murmured, "even if it means making myself cum, too."
For several moments, Rick said nothing. His weakened, flushed expression told her victory was near. Her cunt did not lessen in vigor. Her snatch lips grasped his thing, urging him to erupt.
Rick's pulse quickened. He hauled large gulps of air into his lungs. "Oh, yeah, you're doing it."
"Don't fight me," Heather moaned, riding him furiously. Her hips jerked, working him through her slippery vise. Another orgasm was building in the background. Heather hurried before running out of steam.
"Can't hold back," he gasped. "Oh, Christ-"
"Me, too," she whimpered, growing numb.
Rick kneaded the flesh of her ass cheeks as he discharged himself. Thick, gooey jism flooded her cunthole. She moaned as that hot, dense collection saturated her pussy.
"Yeah, oh, yeah," he moaned, squirting into her.
Her clit vibrated roughly as she shuddered. Her pussy shook with his whole cock inside. Heather tried pulling away, but when he started to climax, he pulled her tits against his hairy chest. Her nipples left imprints on his flesh, dripping with sweat.
Rick's legendary staying power asserted control. Shooting into her warm pussy hadn't depleted his energies, but rather, made him more durable. That hard dick pursued her, jabbing into her hot, buttery core. Ohhhhhhhhh. Her nails grazed his hair-rough arm. Rick impaled her from the side, sinking in all he had. Her leg went up and over his bristly thigh. Heather reached down and felt his balls, along with that heavy wedge of cock.
Rick reacted strongly to her touch. The moment she arrived at those cum-bloated balls, he crammed the rest of that big dick inside her. "Oh, baby, we fit together so well. Ahhhhhhhh. Does it hurt when I slam it in?"
"No," she gasped. He pushed himself so deeply into her, his balls slapped her inner thighs. In and out he went, filling her with that thick cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"See, it belongs in there." He fucked her slowly, letting her enjoy the sensation of dragging that huge cock through her sex-puffy lips, arousing her with its massive length. "It's stronger than ever, and will fuck you until dawn."
He went back and forth, in and out, his excitement contagious. Heather couldn't ignore the call of her own needs. Rick knew how to get her engine started, fast. She received that cunt-splitting shaft, enjoying its descent into her pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh. She writhed in his manly embrace, unable to control the gushing juices that lubricated him. Her secretions were abundant, oozing from all that vigorous pumping. Heather got his cock nice and wet, swallowing it whole as it came toward her. Ohhhhh.
She kept moaning beside him. She found herself responding, urging him to charge that big dick into her moist, open pussy. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "Keep doing it to me. Stick that thing where I need it."
His thick cock swooped down into her wet pit and backed out, coated with juice. He felt the cream dribble to his balls. He fucked her hard-harder than she'd ever gotten fucked. When they finished, Heather was going to suck him to hardness before he fucked her again. She wanted the night to be unforgettable for them both.
"Ohhhhh, it feels good," she sighed.
"Shove your pussy to me," he ordered. "Slam it against my cock. Nail me with it."
"Yes, ohhhhhhh, yes!" she gripped his thighs and lunged toward him with all her might. Ohhhhhhhh! It was a strain to take him like that, but intensified her pleasure. She couldn't forget Rick's size. Her cunt hadn't swallowed anything as large. "Give it to me, Rick. Sink it all the way in."
She moved like fire beside him, receiving pleasure from his thrusts. She panted with each stroke he took, feeling more and more of his cock enter her pussy.
"Jesus," Heather whined, taking another slam from his groin. "Ohhhhh! More! Harder! Faster!"
"I hope you're deriving as much joy from it as I am, baby. I hope you don't get sore, 'cause I want to keep doing this to you. Ahhhhhhhh," he muttered. Rick's passion was fueled by the thought of winning all that money. He desperately wanted them to be the triumphant couple. His dick got extremely rigid at the prospect of collecting it from Tom Jermoliak. "Oh, baby, it feels good to be buried between those sexy legs, inside that cunt."
Heather couldn't comment. Conversation was impossible while getting pumped by more than ten inches. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, her pussy stuffed with cock.
He moaned in her ear, his dick in furious movement. Heather writhed up against him, sweat pouring down her tits, prepared to take his cum.
"Jesus, baby," he urgently said, sliding his dick in and out of her, "I think I'm going to shoot."
"Hurry!" Heather implored, snapping her hips. Knowing she was about to receive that creamy ejaculate excited her. She rocked herself forward and backward, feeling that heavy shaft dig into her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes, baby. Cum. Cum in me. Ohhhhhhhh."
"Oh, God," Rick gasped, then pumped his gooey load into her pussy. His dick jerked inside her warm snatch as he spasmed, depositing its goo in her soft center. "Ugghhhh. Ugghhhhhhh. Ugghhhhhhhh."
"Ohhhhhhhh," Heather moaned, taking it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
Slowly, he uncoupled himself from her quivering body. In the last few seconds, Rick managed to bring Heather to orgasm. As he withdrew his cock from her pussy, he watched as jism poured from her cunt. Whew! He'd shot quite a wad into her; for someone who had just spewed a while ago, Rick's replenishment surprised her. It trickled down her inner thighs.
"We'd better get a towel," Heather sighed. "I don't want to get it on the sheets."
Rick grinned. "What does Jermoliak think we're going to do in his house?"
"Never mind. Just get the towel, and make it snappy. I don't want to lay on the wet spot."
He laughed, hopped out of bed, then appropriated one of the burning candles. "All right. Hang in there. I'll be back in a jiffy."
"Rick!" she squealed. "You can't stroll through the halls with your dick swinging around like that. Put something on before someone catches you."
He glanced down at his own nudity. "I suppose you're right. I don't want to make the other men jealous."
She stifled a giggle while hurling a pillow at him. "Go get that towel, on the double!"
Rick shut the door behind him to afford Heather her privacy, then started off. He scanned the row of doors, wondering which might be a linen closet. The floorboards squeaked beneath his bare feet. He chuckled at the sinister noise they made.
Just as he passed a corner, a figure lunged out at him. A hand went over his face, bearing a foul-smelling rag. Before Rick could utter a sound, it was secured over his nose and mouth.
"Surprise, buddy," announced a familiar voice. "Guess you're not going to make it to the home stretch."
Rick tried tearing the odoriferous cloth away, but the might backing it quelled his efforts. His strength had dropped several notches, diminished by that marathon session with Heather.
"Don't take it personal, pal. I need that money more than you do."
The dosage of chloroform used brought him down fast. Rick inhaled it against his will, then slipped into unconsciousness. He groaned in defeat as lethargy took control of his limbs, then mind.
The assaulter snickered as his friend's weight drooped in his powerful embrace. Hooking an arm around his waist, he dragged him into the darkness.
Three down, three to go.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon strutted into the room, hugging the white terry cloth robe to her splendid body. The scent of her strawberry bath salts clung to her warm flesh. She had spent a good portion of the evening lazing in the tub by herself while enjoying the beat of the Rolling Stones on a portable compact disc player. When the water threatened to prune her, she emerged and let the heated mist repair her skin.
The old place hadn't spooked her in the least. She discounted the fear Tom Jermoliak attempted to instill. Ghosts, demons, monsters were the fabrication of a writer's mind and, furthermore, did not take up residence in even the most rickety structure.
Frankie was stretched across the bed in a pair of boxer shorts, listening to the radio. Sharon recognized the cheer of fans and the detailed account of the ball game as related by the announcer. Frankie winked at her as she approached the bed.
"Who's winning?" she asked, though both of them knew she could have cared less. Sports were of little interest to her. She tolerated them for Frankie's sake, since they gave him enormous pleasure.
Frankie sniffed her fruit-laced fragrance. "Mmmmmmmmm. You smell nice."
"I should. I've been soaking for hours. By rights, I should have turned into a prune." She sat next to him, deliberated brushing him with her jutting breasts. "Did you miss me?"
He grinned. "Need you ask?"
With premeditation, she let the robe fall from her shoulders. Her big tits slipped out of its folds. Frankie, she determined, had reached his saturation level with sports-just as she had sufficiently pampered herself. It was time to party.
The sheets were cool and enticing against her naked flesh. Mmmmmmmmm. They made her feel wanton. Sharon dragged her nipples across them, letting the material catch. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She pressed down with her pussy, too, enjoying the shivering instigation of the bed's crisp fold. She wriggled her ass in answer to the thrill that stirred through her.
Her erotic display served to excite Frankie. His erection filled the front of his boxer shorts. Her mouth watered at the bulge of his magnificent cock and balls. She could hardly wait to get her hands on them.
Sharon was a sensuous Swede, with long flowing red hair and an hourglass figure. Her appetite for men was reflected by the clothes in which she draped her fabulous curves. Sharon wore only the tightest fitting, exotic outfits that could be found on her pittance of a salary. Her central ambition was to populate her closets with the best clothes money could buy.
Frankie purchased items for her from well-known lingerie boutiques. Although she loved the sexy things he bought, they weren't garments she could legally wear in public.
He'd probably have more money to spend on her if he wasn't always betting, she thought. Those sporting events he gambled on rarely paid off. She had told him more than once how he'd practically thrown away his entire paycheck, setting stakes on the wrong team. Unfortunately, Frankie never learned. History repeated itself with unfailing regularity.
Mmmmmmmmmm, she thought. Her big, beautiful Italian hunk was ready for her. His cock jumped at the snap of her fingers. It was delightful having such a disciplined stud personally serve her. Sharon was a woman of voracious need. Frankie scratched her every itch.
Six-foot-four, endowed with biceps the size of grapefruits, a chest of solid muscle and topped with hair, hands that spanned her slinky waist-that was her description of Frankie. Those dark eyes burned for her attention. She gave it without hesitation. Her devotion to Frankie was total. She satisfied his challenging thirst for sex.
Wrapping his brawny arms around her, he savored her sweet accessibility. "You don't seem like you'll need too much foreplay," he muttered in amusement.
She snuggled against him, depositing her little tush in his hands. "Seeing you in those boxers is foreplay enough."
"Jesus, Sharon-you drive me wild with the things you say."
"You always turn me into a sex-hungry woman. You and," she paused, sliding her palm over the outline of his dick, "and your incredible equipment. I'm yours forever."
"I don't think I could stand sharing you with another soul."
That statement took her aback. "Why would you ever have to do that, honey?" she purred. "You're everything I need."
His boyish grin surfaced. "Oh, yeah? You, never get any imagine ideas when gazing at those studly jocks?"
She tickled the heavy growth on his chest. "There's no crime in looking. If I ever stopped, I'd be dead."
Smirking, she turned on her side and placed her ass against the tent formation in his boxer shorts. Sharon was keen to the development that took place inside them. She wriggled her buns seductively over that hard shape, willfully agitating him. It felt good cuddling. His firm, hairy flesh fitted naturally against hers. Sharon took his hand and put it over her tit. She stroked his hair-roughed wrists and forearms. Mmmmmm. Frankie was all man.
His thumb grazed her nipple, then actively sought to make it expand. Sharon smiled and sighed. She shifted about, promoting that restless longing that dwelled in her body; very soon, Frankie would occupy it with his stiff cock.
Frankie rotated her nipple to their mutual satisfaction. He scooped it between his club-like thumb and long forefinger, then brought it to his mouth. His hot, stunning suck followed. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
"Oh, God," Sharon moaned, writhing in his embrace. She smashed her ass against his cock, inspiring its healthy throb. His dick expanded in size, stretching into the monster she knew. His breathing deepened. He gripped her tits, pulling her closer. His long body curled around hers, endeavoring to bring her hormones to fever pitch.
"You're starting something you better finish," he whispered in her ear.
"Since when have I ever left you hanging?" Sharon murmured back, flooded with stimulation.
His arms were bands of muscle. They encircled her with passion. "You get me crazy, baby. My temperature is soaring. I need you. My body needs you."
"I'm getting addicted, too," she said. "All day, I ached for your cock. I felt so weak after you pulled it out of me last night. I want you to stick it right back where it belongs."
"Yeah," he murmured, his hand dipping to her pussy. "Let's do that."
Frankie slithered down the length of her body, kissing her titillated skin. Sharon shivered at the touch of his lips-they dispensed electricity. Frankie was both gentle and urgent. When he smoothed his face against her ass cheeks, she suspected his purpose. He spread them slowly, methodically. Sharon gasped at the slurp he then took of her anus. She wasn't prepared for that tickling sensation, nor the probing of his tip.
"Oh, Frankie, Frankie," she moaned. A warm quiver of anticipation engulfed her. What they were doing seemed taboo, yet fun. "Oh, God, yes."
He fucked her ass with his tongue. She knew he was making it wet for a reason. Spit was sent about to moisten the entrance for something quite larger.
The exhilarating flicks he disbursed were a revelation. Sharon wanted all she could get all she dared receive.
Frankie took his time in affording her pleasure. He lapped her asshole, then delved lower to include her engorged cunt lips. Sharon hoped he would have continued onto her clit, but all this loving attention to her butt hole was short-lived.
"Sharon, you've got to relax or it's going to hurt," he advised in a low voice.
"It feels so good. I don't want you to stop."
"What you're going to be feeling will please you more."
It was difficult to imagine how enjoyment could be had from packing something as large as Frankie's cock into her tiny asshole, but she was willing to experiment. If it was as fun as having it in her pussy, she might request it more frequently.
"Roll onto your stomach, Sharon."
She sighed as her face touched the cool sheets. Her nipples throbbed against the supple texture. Ohhhhhhh. She spread her legs, then made an effort to loosen herself for him. She wanted nothing to obstruct his insertion.
Frankie covered her with his man's body. He caressed her shoulders, running his hands along her sides. His touch was soothing, promoting a total slackening of the muscles. He whispered encouragement as the excitement of what they were about to do was amplified. The wild beat of his cock dissolved any illusions that it was to be a mild session. Sharon craved penetration from Frankie in the worst way possible.
Frankie tugged at her panties, slipping them over her hips and ass. She trembled in anticipation as they slithered over her aroused flesh. Her cunt was juicy wet, eager to have him. That taut sensation in her groin took prominence. He ran his fingers over her thighs and ass, trailing sparks. Experiencing Frankie's touch sparked a fire that threatened to turn into an uncontrollable blaze. Her horniness spiked at the thought of absorbing him.
Sharon reached between her legs and nabbed that thick, woman-satisfying cock. She stroked him, running her fist up and down its vibrant length. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Groping his dick sent her pulse racing. She included his balls in her manipulation. She scooped up that fleshy sack, reveling at its heavy content. Mmmmmmmmm. Frankie had replenished his cum supply; it would be her job to siphon it.
Sharon supervised the direction of his bloated crown. He coasted smoothly into her moist pinkness. Her palpitations were quickly on the rise. Contact with his manly flesh left her panting for more.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned aloud, engulfing his cockhead. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
She willed her cunt muscles to tighten about the submerged cock. She created enough pressure for him to heighten his pleasure, and challenge him to fuck through. She suspended the moment, waiting for him to seize it.
His free hand caressed her nipples. She shivered against his hard, muscled body. He fit in her easily. She locked her powerful cuntal muscles around his dick, affording him exquisite tension. He bucked into her in a wild frenzy of rolling hips, dragging her to his horny flesh. His cock was completely surrounded by her slippery warmth.
"Just a little of you gets me thirsty for more," he mentioned hoarsely. "Sinking in your juicy cunt, rubbing your clit, feeding you sensations only my cock can give-oh, Sharon, I need to do all those things."
Sharon sighed in a way that was physically stirring. She fondled his hairy forearm, weaving her fingers through the lush development. She petted the iron-like fingers that caressed her, then writhed heatedly against the fuck on his chest.
After a few moments of unwavering communication, Frankie's hand traveled to other sections of her body. Sharon lowered herself onto her elbows with a gentle sigh. She was hot to fuck. Her pussy lurched to him. She covered that throbbing shaft with her smooth, wet cunt lips. He guided his cock to the remotest regions of her squish. Their bodies were on a hot, spongy collision course. He rammed into her with all he had. The smack of his groin to her butt cheeks said that he wanted to explode relatively soon. Sharon could almost feel him achieving that goal.
Sharon held Frankie between her legs, reeling at the jolts that movement provided. She was alive with satisfaction. "God, this is wonderful," she huskily said. "Oh, Frankie, Frankie, Jesus-Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Suddenly, she realized how excited he got her. She lunged with abandonment, hoping to get him to shoot. The thrusts of cock and his urgent gasps informed her he was close. She increased the mobility of her snatch, trying to subdue the fireball that was in his cock.
"Fuck it," he grunted. "Fuck it, work that ass, take that cock. Come on, Sharon, keep it going. I'm going to jizz."
She sucked his dick into her snatch. Sharon was sure he caught sight of her gorgeous cunt lips wrapped around his member. As she slid them back and forth, revealing and hiding that throbbing hard-on, she listened to him groan.
He cupped her tits, treating them to a fulfilling tweak. "Sharon, you're so fucking hot."
She thrust her hips up toward it, grabbing his cock. He was ready for her, slamming it deep. She braced herself for its stimulating impact. Ohhhhhhhh! He pumped her good and hard, stroking her insides until she twisted in splendor. She offered him that wet pussy, pitching herself at him with the sum of her strength.
"Getting close," he warned. "Want me to pull out and shoot on your ass?"
"No, I want to feel you squirt."
"Yeah. I'm gonna do plenty of that. I'm going to explode in your warm snatch. Sharon, ugghhhh, here it comes, baby. Feel me cum-"
He stifled his gasps as best he could, but his strangled cries were heard above the din of her ragged breathing. He shot his load in her snatch. The twitch of his cock was the best part. It gave her what she needed to cum. Sharon closed her eyes and let go. The contractions were sweet and satisfying-and naturally were parlayed into a multiple sequence. Helplessly, she went from one orgasm to the next, shaking irrepressibly.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming with your cock in my cunt."
"Uggghhhhhhh. Yeah." Frankie pulled out, gasping for air. He massaged his cock in his fist, keeping it stiff. "Oh, baby. Uggghhhhhh." Cum spewed from his tip, oozing down the head, rolling over his thumb.
To maintain heated spontaneity, another position dominated her thoughts.
Sharon swung her butt back and forth, imploring him to fill it with his big dick. She wanted to gain all ten inches in her dark channel. Her thighs were thrown wide. She made no effort to get on her stomach. She wanted him to take her like this-on her knees, doggy-style.
Frankie pet her ass, running his hands over and over the crescents of those cheeks. His touch was electrifying. Sharon purred, swinging her suspended tits over the sheets. She hauled her nipples across the texture, receiving lustful charges.
"How would you like to slide your cock into my asshole?" she suggested.
"I can't do that," he said. "It would hurt."
"No, it won't. I can handle it. I want to handle it."
He looked dubious, yet his cock remained fully swollen. Sharon knew he wanted to try, but was afraid of inflicting pain.
"Fuck my ass," she petitioned in a seductive tone. "Put it in my ass and fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
Fiercely, Sharon nodded.
Frankie spread her ass cheeks. He rotated his thumbs in her flesh, parting the puckered hole. She knew that he was contemplating the sensation of his cock smashed in her luscious buttocks.
"Don't leave me like this, Frankie. I want you to fuck me that way. Come on, let's give it a try. If I can't handle it, I'll let you know. Please, you've got me hot and bothered. It'll be okay. It'll feel good."
"But, I forgot to bring the K-Y."
Her lips curved. "You're still juicy from my snatch. I coated you well." Sharon stroked his cum-drenched cockhead. "See, you're lubricated. There won't be any problem. Trust me."
Reluctantly, Frankie got up on his haunches. His dick stretched forward, anxious to have a taste of her ass. He slid the bulbous head into the nook of her butt. He propped it against the crack, caressing the twin fleshy crescents of her buttocks. His dick felt heavy with excitement, pulsating against her sizzling flesh. He pushed it slightly into that tight, wrinkled hole. Sharon let out a squeal of joy.
"I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts."
"Okay."
Slowly he entered her. Sharon clenched her fists and shook. She sucked air into her lungs. That hard dick bore into her, inch by inch. Frankie went slowly, but the tremendous pressure he exerted overwhelmed her. Her anus split open to admit his throbbing bulk. Her eyes widened in amazement at the assault. She bit her lip, then emitted another gasp.
"Oh, yes," she sobbed, receiving a rush.
"Jesus, you're tight. Oh, baby. Christ, this is so good. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
Although Frankie was enormous, his cock felt great. "Ohhhhhhhhh. I love it. Go further. Get it all in there. Yes. More."
"You sure?" He sounded upbeat, as though praying Sharon wouldn't ask him to stop.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh." There was so much of it pushing into her narrow passage. Frankie kept driving it forward, fitting his cock through that clenching hole. She closed her eyes and writhed beneath him, unprepared for the sweet agony of it all. She mastered it, separating herself from the slight pain so that she would only receive pleasure. The hurt was only temporary, and gave way to a higher form of ecstasy. She focused on that lofty plane while his huge and hard thing penetrated her. "Oh, God, Frankie. Oh, yes. Fill my ass with your cock."
"I'm going all the way in," he muttered, extending that thing into her ass.
"Mmmmmmm, I'm really enjoying it. Come into my snug little ass. I want you to fuck me, Frankie. Go in there and fuck me good. It'll be the best. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
He occupied more of her than she anticipated. His dick reached deep, burrowing into heavenly constriction. He nearly stretched to her bowels, feeding her that excited part of his body. After having taken him that far, Sharon felt she would never forget it.
Finally, he was fully submerged. All ten inches were crammed into her ass. He luxuriated in her squirming butt, basking in triumph, then began to pump her. He reared back, releasing some of the pressure he caused, then sent it forward with an enthusiastic surge.
"Jesus, you're tight. Oh, Sharon, it feels so good to be buried in your hot little body, prying apart your tiny asshole with my dick. I've got to fuck it and cream in your butt. I want to shoot hot cum in there. Oh, yeah. How does it feel being on the receiving end of my cock? Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. This is nice. Fuck me, Sharon, fuck me with your asshole. Come on, baby, spread those cheeks and let me in. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
The constant plunging into her butt eventually made her loose. Sharon bucked, curved and wriggled beneath his pounding flesh. She candidly enjoyed herself. Having banished his concern over her well-being, they settled into a nice butt fuck. Sharon responded to those penetrating strokes, pushing her ass up to meet his solid shaft. Frankie sank his whole cock into her, cramming the wide base to her quivering pink ring. Her eyes bulged, then glazed over. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good when he pitched back and forth, sending that pulsating length through her. Her tongue tickled his palm. Her dabs were steamy, provocative.
That was more than enough to thrill Frankie to the quick. Sharon ground her asshole around his lengthy shaft, squeezing it with her strong anal muscles. Her pleasure was vividly conveyed.
"Feels good, huh?" He released her mouth.
Sharon let out a soft wail, gasping as he sent his entire dick into her. Her soft buttocks absorbed every inch. She held him like a glove, fast and sweet. His groan of approval in her ear turned her on. She wanted it to be good for him. She moved her ass, taking that cock for a ride. She was accustomed to its jarring fit. It didn't matter. She nursed the smarting ache with her rotating finger. Her clit welcomed the attention. It seemed unnatural how wet her pussy got from having her asshole impaled. One might believe she would be dry, but that wasn't the case. Sharon was drenched with desire, reaching with her puckering anus to capture as much of Frankie's cock as she could.
"You really wanted this, didn't you?" he muttered over her shoulder, watching his shaft disappear into her rectum. "Ahhhhh. You were hot for me to get in your ass. You wouldn't accept my initial veto."
"I'm hot for your equipment," she sobbed. "Hot for you. All of you. Ohhhhhhhh, Frankie-just cum in my ass, cum in me. Please, hurry." Her finger moved quickly, efficiently. She was panting. Her swollen love button was charged by its massage. She wanted to expedite her orgasm. She wanted to cum while his cock pumped her asshole. Her mind and body worked simultaneously to that end.
Frankie fucked her butt, giving it to her nice and steady. She was fraught with stimulating chills. Her finger engaged her clit with the most intoxicating pressure. Juice seeped from her crevice. She moaned.
Her knees dug into the mattress as she got closer to cumming. She rocked to him, urging him to rush. Squishy sounds emanated from her snatch. Her finger whipped faster than ever, sending her into a winded huff. A shower of wonderful tingles assaulted her. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
"Frankie, Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Sharon jerked involuntarily, totally out of control. The spasms were the strongest yet. Having Frankie's cock buried to the hilt in her ass, fucking her while she jiggled herself, produced more hot flashes than her brain could process. Sharon was crazed, buckling beneath the plunge of cock. She couldn't help herself. Frankie sent her over the edge. She was totally thrilled, venturing from orgasm to orgasm. One precipitated the other.
Frankie held fast to her, unwilling to discharge. He smacked repeatedly to her butt flesh, his balls recklessly bouncing. She caused the adrenaline to whip through his body.
Those large hands clutched her juicy mound and dragged her right back to that big, spearing dick. He pierced her anal passage, charging high into her ass. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! He worked with speed, as though his cum was about to rocket from his balls. She moaned as his thick trunk met her stretched anus. She provided a suitable receptacle for that collection of jism.
"Now!" Sharon exclaimed. "Now!"
He gave her one last slam, then emitted a gratified howl as he pumped his load into her butt. Those hot, gooey spurts excited her, flowing straight to her bowels.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she shivered, rubbing her swollen clit. "Oh, yes. Cum in my ass. It feels so good."
Without even attempting to disengage himself, he wrapped her in his arms and lowered his orgasm-shuddering body onto hers. They stayed connected, relishing the sweet afterglow.
"Jesus," he muttered, then scooped up her buttocks and dragged her pussy tightly against his body. His hands dug into her flesh, enjoying its satiny texture. Her sumptuous wriggle imbued him with hardness. His cum-sticky dick twitched for another helping of her fabulous flesh.
"Ohhhhhh," Sharon gasped, feeling his thick cock burgeoning with renewed stamina. He pressed heavily into her furry groin. "Honey, aren't you exhausted?"
Frankie's mouth sought out her lips and enveloped them. His tongue reached for hers, making playful contact; once communication was well-established, he moved seductively against her. Passion stirred inside her. Sharon quivered, pursuing the tantalizing rhythm of that exhilarative tip. Mmmmmmmmmm.
Frankie's hands swam over her ass, waist, tits in lustful profusion. His touch was breathtaking. Sharon couldn't clear her mind fast enough-couldn't grasp reality. That luxuriant vortex to which she was vulnerable recurred.
Her back brushed his furry chest. His hard-on glided by her jism-injected ass. Their lips, however, never once detached. Mmmmmmm. Frankie knew precisely how to pull her strings; he recognized her response to erotic suggestion, to tenderness.
His hand swirled in directionless patterns across her stomach, her tits, her nipples, her navel, until 'it arrived at her dense thatch. Sharon shivered as his fingers made their approach to her clit.
Suddenly, she moved away from his hot, kissing lips. "No, Frankie. It's still tender. Don't."
Frankie ignored her message, weaving a pathway that yielded rough breathing. She squirmed in his arms, wanting to go further, yet did not admit that huge cock back into her moist crevice. He rotated her love button, rekindling her desire. Sharon couldn't help but get juicy from his ministrations. Ohhhhhhhhh.
Frankie lifted her until she was up on her elbows, then positioned himself behind her. His cock bobbed frantically between her legs. Sharon wasn't observant of it. Their tongues were engaged.
Sharon felt something at her snatch. She knew it was his cock attempting to gain entrance. Once again, her hand flew down to remove the swollen head. "No, Frankie."
Frankie didn't rush her. He effected his sweet massage, treating her to his deft fingertips. Her eyes rolled upward as she absorbed each titillating whisk. Ohhhhhhhhh.
Frankie's rigid dick was dislodged. His bloated crown remained planted, just behind her cunt lips. He didn't push, didn't strain to increase access to more of its warm succulence.
"Mmmmmmmmm," his mouth vibrated over hers. He commanded her to relax and prepare herself to take him. Sharon knew he wanted to slide into her pussy and fuck her, and was willing to wait until she was sufficiently prepared.
Urgency built inside her. She perceived that hot jitteriness that took possession of her lower regions, radiating between her legs. Although Frankie wasn't in very far, the part that was submerged fed her excitement. Sharon found herself wriggling against that stationary point. Her hips began snapping back and forth to an unheard beat as her passion mounted. Ohhhhh. She longed to bury that huge cock in her cunt and squeeze it with all her might. If she submitted to that base urge, the muscles in her pussy would protest. He had really stretched her to the limit.
Frankie tweaked her nipples. She shivered, loving every second of it. Mmmmmmmmm. She shifted in his embrace as he stimulated demand within her body. The blunt end of his cock remained planted, serving as an excitant. She didn't bother looking down, knowing his partial penetration offered some relief.
Frankie's finger fluttered across her stomach once again and arrived at her love button.
Sharon was unsure what to make of it. He wriggled it tenderly, coaxing her lust to emerge. For some reason, her answer was more resounding than ever. She was seared by fever. His twitch increased, becoming frantic. As her mouth dropped open, he added extra tongue. She gasped for air. The stimulation was beyond belief. Frankie stirred her up in a way she hadn't known possible.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, shaking. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." She surrendered to the flurry of enthusiasm that coursed through her. Her pussy was on fire. Her hips jerked from side to side, reacting from the influx of stimulation. Frankie caused quite a disturbance in her snatch. Ecstasy: a gift from her Italian stallion.
Without thinking twice, throwing caution to the wind, she shoved her pussy at that big thing. The impulse to rid herself of frustration overwrote consternation. His cock slid smoothly through her cunt lips, drawing her amazed gasp. Sharon was shocked by the absence of pain, obtaining relief instead.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, taking it from behind. All she could see was his hairy, muscled arms locking her into an embrace. He cupped her pussy, steadying her swaying body as he fit himself into her. "All of it," she choked, disconnecting her mouth from his. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhhh." She impaled herself on him, and loved it. Frankie pushed back, pleased to be of service. "That feels so good. Ohhhhhhhhhh. More."
"Oh, baby, it feels great to be back in there," he groaned, then attached his lips to her neck. His hot suck threw her into a pant. "Mmmmm."
Sharon whimpered as he sank himself into her cunt. "Oh, yeah, I like that, Frankie. Mmmmm, fuck me, fuck me." She thrust her ass cheeks to his groin, absorbing all of him. She relished each inch of penetration. She had been stupid for holding back, believing she wasn't ready. Hell, she was mad for it.
Frankie slammed his dick into her with all his might. Now that her craving for it was realized, there was no need to exercise tenderness. Sharon wanted to get pumped fast and furiously. She was hot for that cock. Her pussy was warm and tight. She grabbed and squeezed him in a way that gave instant satisfaction. Mmmmmmmm. Her cunthole was snug, juicy.
"You're so good," she sobbed. "Fuck me with that big dick, feed it between my legs, shove it all into my pussy. Oh, God. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh."
"I love being encased in you, baby. Having you all around my dick, massaging it-Jesus, I keep wanting more of you. I want you to be mine, baby. After we win all that money, we'll have plenty of nights like this-fucking our brains out, on top of the world."
Sharon was much too aroused to discuss that situation. She merely wanted to keep receiving what he had to give. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Those balls swung frantically between her legs, hitting her inner thighs. That thick stem split her apart. He was so big, so hard-the feeling was incredible. He was going to get her off quick.
He slammed himself into her pussy. His cock ground into her snatch, pulsating with its savage urge. She moaned, cupping his balls.
"Squeeze 'em," Frankie told her. "Yeah, play with 'em, that's it, ahhhhhhh."
Sharon pinched them lightly, then ran her fingers over the hard wedge of cock that went in and out of her cunt. God! She could feel him go into her. Ohhhhhhhh! It felt great.
"I can hardly breathe when you've got it in me," she sighed. "You're so ... thick."
Her swollen nipples left impressions on the arm he swung over them to clutch her to his aroused body. His dick continued to move between her lubricated cunt lips, invigorating her cries.
Sharon shivered, clenching her fist. "Fill me with your hot jizz. Come on, baby. Give me the rest of what you have. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Not yet. I want to fuck some more." He craned his chin over her shoulder and caught her ecstasized expression. Her head swayed from side to side. Her mouth shot open, releasing low, agonized sounds. Her pupils were glazed, searching for the next tantalizing sensation. Lines of tension bordered her lips, her eyes. The satisfaction he supplied her was easily read.
"Ohhhhhhhh, don't take it out of her," Sharon whimpered. "Fuck me good with your stiff dick."
Her snatch was a vise, seizing him in a crushing embrace. She demonstrated her tightness with each breath-robbing clutch. She managed to keep sufficiently moist. She wasn't about to go dry on him, not when being sent ten and more inches of rock-hard excitement. He jammed himself between her cunt lips. Now that he got her totally aroused, she preferred a blazing pace. She wanted all he had, plus more.
"Fuck me!" Sharon cried. "Fuck me, baby. Bury that huge cock in my snatch. Oh, yes."
"I'll do whatever you want," he grunted. "Give you what you want, if it'll get you off."
"Ohhhhhhh."
Frankie's hungry strokes were cushioned by her ass, her squishiness. That huge cock getting dragged in and out of her pussy made her feverish. Sharon swore she could feel the curve of his hard-on, along with each protruding vein as he slithered through her clasping pussy lips.
She tried arching her back, but Frankie held her fast to his stimulated body, positioned to received his burning frustration.
"I feel like cumming," she moaned. "You've gotten me so turned on. God, every time it enters me-ohhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming."
"Both of us, baby," he panted, accelerating his push. "Both of us ... arrgghhhhhh!"
Their crotches ignited in a profusion of heat and wetness. Frankie rammed his stiff dick into her juicy squish, plunging through the hot splatter that spurt from his balls. The inside of her pussy was filled with his white goo. Groaning, he ground his thick stem against her swollen cunt lips. She clawed at the arms that captured her writhing body, digging her fingers into the hairy flesh. She quivered as he emptied himself, surrendering the strength of those sweet spasms.
Mmmmmmmm. Frankie did her so good.
"We shouldn't have been so loud," Sharon said afterward. "Our screams probably went through the walls."
Frankie chuckled. "The others will write it off as the war cry of friendly ghosts."
Sharon did not share in his amusement. They were noisy-radically so. Not a knock had sounded at their door, not a request to lower their voices shouted up the stairs. She thought that highly unusual.
Sharon reached for her robe. "Keep my spot warm."
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
If she described her confusion to Frankie, he probably wouldn't have let her go. Frankie might have kidded about the place being haunted, but would have considered her safety first and foremost.
"Women's business," she said. "The pains we must go through for the sake of giving our men a good time."
He sighed. "Don't be long. You were gone for hours before."
"Not this time." She blew him a kiss after knotting the sash of her robe. "Five minutes tops."
Sharon started down the hall, trying to remember which room belonged to whom. Cathy and Will's room was first. She knocked on the door. No answer came. She wondered if they were asleep. Quietly, she pushed it open. A candle burning on the table cast eerie shadows on the walls. Sharon peered through the darkness, realizing the room was empty.
Had Will and Cathy left? Sharon shrugged. Neither had mentioned a thing about their departure.
She went further down the hall to Wendy and Kevin's room. After a quick rap to the door, Sharon pushed it open. Again, she encountered a vacant chamber.
Rick and Heather's room proved to be in the same condition: unoccupied, with its candle aflame.
Where the hell was everybody?
Behind her, she heard the wail of the floorboards.
"Frankie, is that you?"
The sound grew louder, steadier, without an accompanying response.
Sharon whirled around and screamed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy explored the dark house, guided by her candle. Kevin's promise of a swift return hadn't been kept. She waited more than an hour before conducting her own investigation. His fanaticism with sports simply had to be curbed. She knew full well she'd find him inside the car, raptly listening to the game. That he permitted time to elude him was inexcusable. Enraged, Wendy prepared to give him hell about it.
Tom Jermoliak's strange house began playing on her nerves. She wondered if his stories about people abandoning the place before dawn were fact-based. Bah! Bloodthirsty ghosts overrunning it seemed a bit much to swallow. Projecting light at the walls lined with portraits of ancestors as well as heirlooms strategically arranged on tables and inside cabinets, she deemed his tales the ravings of an unbalanced soul. There was nothing exceptional about the place, other than its past-due need for scrubbing. Cobwebs and dust infested every room. Fine particles littered the air. Clouds of soot billowed when bumping into askew chairs. Wendy made a face, striking the entanglements that blocked her path.
How dare Kevin desert her in such a filthy home!
The front entrance loomed ahead. She walked slowly, half-expecting Kevin to suddenly bound through the door and scamper back to their room. She certainly didn't wish to be knocked down by his plowing figure. Kevin was a walking powerhouse.
Wendy slipped back the tattered curtains and gazed outside. The row of parked cars looked dark and empty. She glared, skeptical of Kevin's being inside the one that transported them. The enthusiasm of the sports announcer was mute. No sounds drifted from any of the vehicles.
Wendy clutched her robe around her, then scurried down to them. Sure enough, there was no sign of Kevin.
Damn it! she cursed. Where was he?
She stomped up the stairs and threw back the door, her patience evaporating. More than ever, she was determined to end their relationship after collecting the prize money. His habit of disappearing on her would no longer be tolerated. He could have his sports with her blessing-but he'd enjoy them with another girl.
Wendy hurried through the darkness, burning with rage. She was almost at the staircase when a hand enclosed her shoulder. Instinctively, she knew it was Kevin. Whipping around, she prepared to berate him when she was confronted by someone entirely different.
"Heather!" she squealed.
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" she whimpered, throwing her arms around Wendy. The attractive brunette shuddered. "The way you flew through that door, bearing that look-"
"I'm sorry. I was hunting for Kevin."
"Rick's vanished on me, too."
Wendy sighed. "I guess that makes two of us. Are they staging some prank to while away the night?"
"I haven't arrived at that conclusion yet-but it's a distinct possibility." Heather huddled closer, rubbing her tits to Wendy. "Right now, I'm frightened out of my wits. He's been missing for more than an hour."
"I wouldn't worry about it. You know how silly men become when they pal around. It's like some goddamn college fraternity."
Heather failed to buy into Wendy's logical explanation. She insisted on adhering to Wendy's curvaceous body, rhythmically bumping her with her tits.
Wendy, attempting to console her, swallowed hard after a moment, bombarded by foreign sensations. Her robe parted, just as Heather's had. Instantly, their flesh touch. Strange, unimagined feelings pierced her.
Wendy received a potent charge from those fingers wrapped about her. Heather's vocal cords froze. Speech became difficult for both of them. They were weak with want and curious to take things a step further. Overworked hormones were blamed for the curiosity that swept them. It was a travesty trying to disguise the demands of their bodies with unplanned groping. They thirsted for the real thing.
Heather's sensual lips were too great a temptation to pass; gravitating to them, Wendy devoured their luscious quality. Mmmmmm. Heather moaned with their mouths pressed together. Wendy felt her cup her ass, pulling her to that horny mound of hers. They rubbed pussies. Ohhhhhhh. Wendy shivered, knowing the assault would be stunning. Her nipples grew against Heather's velvety skin. The aroma of her sweat was a stimulant for her, just as Heather's perfume was an aphrodisiac for her.
"I don't know what's come over me," Heather whispered, unable to control her colliding snatch. It jerked out at Wendy, rendering its stimulating massage. "I've never considered doing this sort of thing before."
Wendy shushed her with a kiss. Conversation might bring them back to their senses-and that was the last thing Wendy wished. The hot disturbances that hummed through her body were too wonderful to terminate.
Dizzy with lust, they tumbled onto the stairs. Their mouths remained connected while they were grinding their snatches together. Wendy awaited some sign from Heather whether she wished to be the aggressor, or if Wendy were to enact the role. Wendy was so horny, either situation would have been satisfactory. When Heather's frantic fingers groped at her snatch, Wendy gathered she wished to navigate their spontaneous adventure.
Heather ripped Wendy's robe open so that she could fondle her tits. Her mouth immediately fastened to one nipple until it grew beneath her assertive tongue. Ohhhhhhhhh. Wendy's pussy got wet from that persistent pucker.
Wendy removed Heather's robe during her suction. Heather's boobs were deliciously firm. Wendy manipulated them to her satisfaction, rotating her thumb over her expanding nub. She trembled with delight as Wendy flicked her nipple with her tongue. Wendy hooked the very end with her tip, sending shock waves through her system.
They squirmed by candlelight, oblivious to whoever might stumble upon them. Lust replaced their former emotions.
Wendy watched as Heather's gorgeous face sank between her legs. She stroked her thatch with her cheeks just before Wendy felt the prickle of her breath against her bare pussy. Anticipation of that first, searing lick took possession. Wendy balled her fists, awaiting its shuddering onset. Wendy caught the flash of pink as her lips parted, then grit her teeth and exhaled roughly as that scalding lash of saliva was disbursed. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Heather's initial slurp split her pussy lips in half. Her second and third lap shattered her senses. Heather must have lied; her familiarity with cunt-lapping was plain. She had obviously done this many times before; there was no mistaking her lack of expertise.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Heather sighed, darting at her juicy cunt flesh. "I knew you would taste sweet. It's like liquid sugar. Mmmmmmmm. How does that feel?"
"Ohhhhhhhh," Wendy sobbed, finding her voice. "Don't stop."
"I'll make it the best you ever had." Heather shifted into an intense mode, surrounding her clit with scorching whips, then intermittently dabbing it. Wendy heard her swallow her juices as they flowed from her pussy. "Mmmmmm."
Wendy writhed on her back, lifting herself to meet that hungry mouth. The sum of pleasure that tongue furnished was immeasurable. Her nerve endings were frayed, chewed to the quick. Wendy gasped for air, shivering. That tongue delved further into her succulent recesses, capturing pockets of moisture with its curling tip. Every cell in her body hummed with joy. Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Writhing against the stairs, smacking her butt to the dusty carpet, was hardly comfortable-but Heather reduced those distractions to minor irritations. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Laying back and receiving all that oral attention was nonproductive. Wendy was much too frustrated, burning with the need to reciprocate. Wendy, too, had nurtured a liking for pussy. She doubted Heather would be unhappy if she returned the favor.
Heather's silken pubes glistened with dew. Wendy kissed her inner thighs, causing her to jerk and shudder at each and every smack of her lips. Heather was drenched-Wendy could smell her desire. Wendy stroked that fragrant mound, letting her fervor build. Those juicy cunt lips were screaming for her tongue. Fingering the flowery mass, she saw Heather's pink clit. The dim illumination provided by the candle enhanced its beauty. Wendy pinned them back with her thumbs, then gave that soaked flesh its initial sample of her expert tip.
"Oh, God!" Heather sobbed, shaking violently. The shudder that raced through her body was felt through her grasp. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yes."
Wendy didn't pause, launching into a series of slurps that plucked the air from her lungs. Wendy lapped the tangy excess that seeped from her molten core. Her licking precipitated a succession of sighs and moans that got her all the more horny. Mmmmmmmmmm. Heather bucked and shook as Wendy indulged herself.
"Oh, yes, baby," she whimpered, as her tongue fucked her. Wendy stabbed her with the tip, then ran it in and out of that saturated tissue. Heather coated her with her rich flavor. "Ohhhhhhhhh. More. Yes, more."
Heather's cries ended when she commenced slobbering her again. It was a contest to see who would come up for air first. Wendy was determined to emerge the victor. Wendy sucked her pussy with vigor, lapping her juices as fast as her tongue found them. Heather, not to be upstaged, had powerful maneuvers of her own. Her tongue was at full throttle, investigating her soaked regions until her eyeballs curved upward. It required all the strength at her command not to swoon. Ohhhhhh. She had a knack for forwarding pleasure at high speed.
"Suck me," Wendy moaned, undulating to her flickering tongue. "Ohhhhhhh. Tongue that clit. Cover it with saliva. Oh, yes. like that. Ohhhhhhhhh." Wendy seized her head and rocked her pussy to her mouth while her teeth were clenched and all the stale air was compressed from her diaphragm. "Jesus. Ohhhhhh. Oh, my God. Go faster. Oh, yes. I want more."
Heather's appetite for pussy was untiring. She stimulated hot, churning sensations that coursed through her, extending to every limb. Her toes curled as she dipped repeatedly into her wet pussy.
Wendy's lips curved in joy as she received those circular movements. Getting eaten on the staircase seemed kinky-and perhaps the hottest thing she'd done in ages. Wendy could not detach herself from those pleasure-giving sucks. Heather's luscious thighs were open to her, inviting oral worship. She shifted in that direction without expedition, riding Heather's face.
Heather, surprised Wendy wasn't supplying her the same steady flow, cupped the back of her head and returned it to position. Wendy let out her tongue, then descended upon her clit. Her slurp took her by surprise. She cried out, tilting back her head, then made a conscious effort to follow the path of her tongue.
"Eat it," Heather gasped, bearing down on those sucking lips. "Drink it."
"Mmmmmmmm," Wendy hummed into her soaked flesh. She gulped her saccharine ooze.
Wendy briefly removed her mouth from Heather's pussy. She gazed at Heather's appetizing body and tingled from being able to enjoy it in that manner. If there had been anything peculiar about Tom Jermoliak's house, it was its ability to bring forth one's sexual desires. Webs of Wendy's spittle clung at the lips of her pussy. Heather's nipples were at full erection, crying out for her suck. Her smooth, flawless legs remained spread.
Wendy's eyes became heavy, glazed as Heather dipped into her snatch. No man could summon the untamed fury that seethed inside her via an identical performance. Men simply did not possess the same degree of tenderness.
Wendy let out her tongue and slurped her clit. Heather's chin came up and her mouth dropped open as Wendy nibbled on her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Heather moaned, twisting before Wendy. Her hands enclosed her head and guided her in her next descent. She took pleasure in her riveting slurps, arching her back and elevating her groin to converge upon her rippling lips. "Christ. Oh, yes. Mmmmmm. Lick me. Lick me good and deep."
Wendy scooped up those little buns and dragged her to her face. Her cunt was flush with her mouth. Wendy speared through that wet hole with her tongue, sawing through until she quivered in her grip. She tongue-fucked Heather until she was hoarse and jerking.
"Oh, baby," Heather sobbed, unable to digest all the sensations Wendy wrought. Her thighs trembled around her as she reached into her pussy with her tongue. Wendy slurped her nectar so sweetly, so efficiently, she couldn't refuse her no matter how depleted she was. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Eat me. Suck that pussy. Ohhhhhhhh. Slide that hot tongue into my snatch. Gulp those tangy juices. Let me ooze into that mouth. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh. Lick me nice and hard. Spread that tingly saliva all over my clit. Yeah. Now lick it up. Ohhhhhhhh. More. Keep going, baby. Don't stop. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Wendy clamped her squirming body, bearing down with her tongue. Wendy didn't let up until she felt contractions begin. Heather didn't think she was going to escape orgasm-not if Wendy had anything to do about it. Wendy gave her everything she had, sapping her energies with her ecstasy-seeking tip.
Heather hurled herself on her .within seconds, diverting her intensity by swooping between her legs. Her silken hair fell over her lap, then Wendy experienced those ferocious licks. Her hot suck took her breath. Her lips slipped away from her cunt and twisted as she gained purchase of her juicy center.
"Ohhhhhhh," Wendy moaned, getting her pussy sucked. Bursts of light danced around her. Wendy squeezed her smooth, trim thighs, absorbing these muscle-inflaming slurps. Heather's oral side was a treat, a fabulous surprise. Her tip wove into her snatch, gleaning the juices from her aroused opening. She swallowed loudly as Wendy oozed into her mouth. "Ohhhhhh. That feels so good. Oh, yes. Ohhhh. Wiggle that tongue. Make it slick. Lap that honey. Swirl that tip around and over my clit. Ohhhhhh." Wendy closed her eyes and dropped her head, dizzy with joy. Her warm breath and sluiced lips left a hot, jittery sensitivity between her legs. Her cells buzzed as they were employed by each roll, flick and dab.
Finally catching her wind, Wendy resumed feeding upon her. She devoured more of that delectable squish that trickled from her slit. Wendy raked her lips over that furry mound, draining it of moisture. The extraction process was retarded by the concurrent receipt of pleasure. She couldn't eat as much of her, for Heather's tongue imitated her intensity exactly. Wendy moaned as she pressed her gobbling lips to her mound and sucked her pink flesh; their feverish rub, compounded by the frantic darts of her tongue, held her captive.
Wendy, in turn, lapped her tangy juices with relish. She savored her redolence, her dampness and her panting for more. She fidgeted in her arms, but to no avail-her tongue wasn't about to cease its shivering reach until Wendy tasted proof of her orgasm. Her curling tip prevailed, awaiting the moment of complete and shuddering surrender.
The fiery brush of her tongue to her clit began to exact its toll. Wendy knew she was about to cum. Heather's hungry slobber had driven her to that irreversible point. Her only recourse was to suck her to a similar transport. Wendy mouthed her roughly, attacking her with her wiggling tip, in quest of her love button.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she murmured, jerking from her saliva-rich spear. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
Grabbing her elusive butt and holding her fast, Wendy subjected her to prolonged torment of her vibrant tip. Wendy plunged into that nectar filled hole and collected her juice. Mmmmm. Wendy drank her excitement while she writhed in her clutches. Her rapid-fire tongue precipitated an abundant flow. Her clit swelled against her tortuous tip, then throbbed as her strokes gathered steam.
"Ohhhhh," she sobbed. "I'm going to cum."
Wendy licked her faster and faster, knowing it was going to happen to her, too. Wendy could barely keep herself on task, weakened by her sizzling lashes. She fucked her with her tongue, digging into her cunt with mind-numbing determination. Each thrust plucked the air from her lungs. Her mind reeled at the satisfaction she commanded. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Wendy wanted to cum all over her face, but delayed her climax until Heather's was underway.
Wendy sucked ferociously on her snatch, willing her submit to the ravages of pleasure. Her flesh trembled against her sucking lips. She sent her tongue up her cunt, penetrating those succulent layers, then returned to open fire on her clit. Her unrelenting massage caused her mouth to drop open.
Wendy gulped down her hot juices and smothered her love button with her snake-like tongue. She launched her into orbit only seconds before Wendy spasmed. Heather's convulsion went on and on while Wendy swallowed roughly and thrashed in her embrace. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Wendy was ablaze with delight, her thoughts careening. She arched and dug her heels into the frayed carpet, attempting to brake and finding it of no assistance. Raging need was accountable for the strength their passion registered. Their cries didn't subside for several straining moments.
Heather's arms went around her. Wendy wasn't prepared for the kiss-or that tongue. The zest of her own spilled secretions flavored her taste buds. "Mmmmmmmmmm. That was a whole lot more fun than I had upstairs with Kevin."
"What did you two do?"
"I sucked him off. Before we could do anything else, he left." Wendy sighed. "Take about cum and go. Christ, what a jerk he is. Why I became saddled with such an ingrate is beyond me."
"Is he usually good in bed?"
Wendy smiled. "When he puts his mind-and other body parts to it-sure."
"Rick made me cum three times," Heather confessed. "But the orgasm I had with you was much, much stronger. I feel so drained."
"You sapped me, too," Wendy said, brushing her with her lips.
Heather's were equally soft and provoking. She had her hand on Wendy's pussy before she could take another breath. Ohhhhhhhhh. Heather sank a finger into her, working deep into her cunt. "You didn't get any of this from him, did you?"
"No," Wendy blurted before her features gnarled in joy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God."
"You're so juicy," Heather murmured, breaking their passionate embrace. "Sorry, Wendy. I can't help myself, again. I've got to have more of you."
"I know what you mean," Wendy whispered, caressing the billowy globe streaked with sweat. Her tit filled her hand nicely. Wendy thumbed Heather's nipple, inspiring its growth. The delectable nub swelled beneath her heated gaze. Wendy elicited soft moans from Heather while fondling her. Heather was a delicious handful.
Heather was without shame, lowering her face between Wendy's legs. She rubbed her nose through the plush fur that decorated her pussy. Mmmmmmmmm. The scent of Wendy filled her nostrils. She squeezed her mound and listened to Wendy's gasp. Heather's lips rounded at the sight of her stirred body. Pinning back the slick flaps of her pussy, Heather made delightful communication with her tongue. Wendy sank onto her back, overcome by that fresh, mind-rending slurp.
"Oh, Heather," Wendy gasped, shivering as that hungry tip dove into her. She sliced right into her hot crevice, dabbing at her juices. Ohhhhhhhhh. "You can't get enough, can you? I'm glad you're still hungry. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. So glad-"
Heather gulped down her excitement as quickly as it was manufactured. Wendy couldn't help but ooze into that attached mouth. Her clit burned at the wriggle of those persistent lips. She teased her love button to an agitated level. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as Wendy was subject to a flurry of prickling tension.
Although Wendy was glad to have Heather eat her, Wendy wanted to share her enjoyment. Wendy didn't want to wait until she spasmed in Heather's gorgeous face; she wanted her that very moment.
They shifted on the creaking stairs, arranging themselves for maximum benefit. Wendy managed to maneuver herself to her cunt without detaching that pleasure-giving tongue. Heather, alert to her purpose, lent assistance. Her thighs went around Wendy's face in one fluent motion. Once again, Wendy was of the impression Heather was no stranger to that form of sexual recreation.
"Eat me," she sobbed. "Suck my pussy."
Wendy reached in there with her tongue. Her soaked, pink flesh greeted Heather.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, shuddering as Wendy plunged into the hot opening.
Her eager tip divided her cunt lips with breathless precision. Wendy traced those succulent barriers, deriving satisfaction from her tortured gasps. Each lash was directed to give Heather incentive; the more thorough she lapped her wet pussy, the steeper her reward when Heather returned the favor.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Wendy purred. "I just love the way you taste. I could do this for hours."
Heather recovered shortly thereafter. Her tongue reestablished itself inside Heather's snatch, giving it her all. She thrilled her with several uninterrupted moments of intense licking. Wendy sustained a high she hadn't thought possible for someone of her vast experience. Heather, in turn, mouthed her until her quivering became almost uncontrolled. Their frenzied laps and arousing scents reverberated.
"More," Wendy whispered, enjoying the commotion between her legs. She securely held those slim thighs, weathering the storm, before descending upon the source of Heather's luscious nectar. "Mmmmmmmmm. How does that feel now, Heather? Are you enjoying the way I lick you? Hmmmmm?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Heather whimpered, overwhelmed by her artistic flair. She came up for air, panting, while Wendy fucked her with her tongue. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes, baby. Do that. Keep doing that to me. Stick it deep into my cunt. It feels so good."
Her erect nipples dug into her flesh. The sensation was electrifying. Having those big tits thumping against her made her numb.
"Suck it," Wendy commanded, jamming her pussy to her mouth. "Suck it, Heather."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she responded, with tip fluttering over every aching part. "Mmmmm."
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Heather, baby. Yes! Eat me. Make me cum with that hot tongue."
Heather was quite the expert. She exhibited a style that robbed her of oxygen. Those delicate, knowledgeable fingertips made her pulse race. Her touch was searing. Wendy somehow coped with the rush Heather afforded so she could retaliate. Her subsequent slobberings were a shock to her system. Wendy tongued her long and steady, listening to her drone of ecstasy. Her pussy, warm and willing, consistently came back to her face for further assault.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "More, baby. More!"
"I know where it feels good," Wendy bragged, giving her more of the same. She loved every stroke. Her cunt got even more juicy, reacting from her slippery tongue. "Oh, yeah, Heather. Let me eat it. Let me suck your pussy and swallow your honey."
Heather didn't last much longer. She came, smearing Wendy's cheeks and nose with her drippings. Her squeals stirred her. "Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, Wendy, I'm cumming-"
She was tough to keep steady, jerking about, but Wendy cupped her shapely buttocks and fed from her quivering mound. If she thought orgasm would stop her, she was wrong. Wendy planned on making her cum several times.
When her final throes ended, Heather went down on her with startling energy. Her tongue sank into her cunt so deeply, Wendy trembled. While Wendy assumed her strength had flagged, she was merely warming up to the task. She began licking her as though nothing short of her orgasm would bring her satisfaction. Wendy quickly answered those frantic slurps, letting pussy and tongue join in heated battle. Stale air was trapped in her lungs. Wendy got dizzy, ablaze with sweltering desire.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Wendy whimpered, opening her legs to receive that hot, thrusting tongue. Adrenaline pumped madly through her veins as she speared through juicy tissue. Jesus, she was good. Each successive lash and nibble augmented her command. Wendy almost lost it when she attacked her clit. Her blistering pucker more than sapped her strength. Wendy clawed her nails, then plunged them into the carpeted stairs. "Oh, God-"
"Mmmmmmmm," she vibrated through her soppage. "Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Wendy was completely in her power. She gave herself over to the pleasuring suck Heather vented. Wendy tried to go down on her again, but failed. The yearning, building between her legs, extended to every vessel and overwrote that impulse.
Wendy arched her back, then shoved her pussy in her face. She moved her hips frantically to heightened gratification. Her saliva-drenched lips vigorously rubbed her cunt flesh, sending her into orbit. At last, she went over the edge. Wendy came, right in Heather's face.
Both women thrashed happily on the stairs, their joy captured by candlelight.
The floorboards groaned once again in the distance, gathering in pitch as footsteps shuffled around the corner. Wendy, too weak to care who was coming toward them, kept her eyes shut. Heather, however, gazed through the darkness. She waited for the approaching figure to come into the circle of light. When the person's face was finally revealed, Heather nearly sang with delight.
"Have you come to join our little party?" she huskily inquired.
Wendy stirred and began to raise her eyelids when she saw the figure lunge at them. A soaked cloth went over her face, obscuring her line of vision. She heard Heather's scream beside her.
"Oh, my God, what are you doing-" she blurted before one was obviously clamped over her nose and mouth as well.
Wendy struggled against the force that held her at bay. She couldn't see who had come at them with startling might. The person's weight pinned her writhing form to the stairs. Her buttocks smacked the carpeted steps while her shoulder blades were flattened. She clawed at the hand that bore down with that horrid rag. Chloroform saturated it. She grit her teeth and held her breath, resolving not to take another whiff. The length at which it was fixed over her face, unfortunately, hindered that resolve.
Who was doing this to her? Whoever it was possessed awesome strength to subdue two girls at once-and knew them, as evidenced by Heather's soft invitation.
Those theories subsided along with her determination. Wendy, too woozy to prolong her battle for air, lost consciousness.
Heather's cries were smothered while staring directly at the person gripping the rag. She seized his hair-rough wrist and tugged with all her strength, fighting for freedom. She did not want to succumb. Her efforts were in vain. His grip was unbreakable. She tried rolling her head from side to side to escape inhalation, but the hand negated movement and froze her in compliance.
Her attacker watched as her hands slid from his wrist, then fell limply at her sides. Heather sighed as she collapsed next to Wendy's inert form.
They looked quite appetizing in slumber, he clucked.
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon awoke in a pool of sweat. She had fallen asleep shortly after returning to the room. Her little investigation revealed that the others had vacated the premises. Tom Jermoliak's prophesy became true. People didn't spend the entire night-they were driven away by some unseen force. Sharon counted herself fortunate for not confronting whatever their friends had.
The house was getting on her nerves.
She patted the space beside her and was filled at once with dread. "Frankie? Honey?" She swept her hand over the bare surface, then panicked. Shooting upward, she experienced a clutch of fright.
Her boyfriend was not with her.
She last recalled his sneaking behind her in the hall, chuckling at how she jumped at the least provocation. When she informed him that the others were gone, he refused to believe her. Only after they searched the many rooms was her version accepted.
Frankie gave her a soothing massage in order to calm her rattled frame of mind. She fell asleep to the sensation of his strong hands running all over her body.
Sharon sighed. She supposed she had little to fear with regard to Frankie. He was much too powerful for anyone to tackle-unless they were of supernatural character.
Mmmmmmmmmm. Thinking about Frankie left her hot and bothered. The taste of his cock in her mouth, its throbbing length captured by her lips, then its consignment to her hot pussy was a stirring reverie. As a result of that mental stimulus, her hand dipped into her panties and she massaged her mound. A moan escaped, buried in the pit of her throat. She delved into the vacant warmth of her pussy and received what gratification she could with her finger. Ohhhhhhhhh. It felt so good to remember those kinds of things.
Her finger inched deeper into her pussy as her thoughts of him became more vivid. Frankie was an excellent lover. Her gratification ranked above his own. Sometimes, she came several times before he permitted himself to spurt. He made certain of it, whether he was using his tongue, finger or cock.
She prayed they could last until morning and claim that prize. One million dollars would be theirs, free and clear. A splendid wardrobe would be hers, along with a fine house and marriage to Frankie. She imagined he would use part of his proceeds to pay off his outstanding loans. He mentioned something about borrowing money to make ends meet.
Their borrowing days would soon be over. She and Frankie had it in the bag.
A candle flickered on the table in front of her bed. She studied the flame as her finger penetrated her snatch. Her heels dug into the mattress and her back curved. The flame was an extension of her finger: as it melted the wax, layers of previous resistance eroded. The wax yielded, unable to challenge its intensity. Its flowery fragrance was released to the air and heightened her sexual awareness.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Sharon moaned, snapping her hips. The sensations that consumed her were almost too delicious to endure. Her thumb was present at her clit, gently rubbing the swollen nub. Moisture seeped from her cunt. Slick sounds came from her probing finger. "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," she wailed, aching to have Frankie where her digit traveled. She thought about his male tongue slurping at her abundant moisture. A degree of roughness, complicated by a surge of moist fury-that was how she wished it.
Abruptly, she withdrew her finger. No, she didn't want to feel her flesh. She longed for something not attached to her going into her pussy. Of course, her choices were narrowed to the contents of her room. Her vibrator had been left at home. None of the other items in her overnight bag were useful.
Her eyes centered upon the burning candle. A spare one, still wrapped in cellophane, lay beside it.
Sharon smirked in the flickering light after claiming it. A surge of passion possessed her. Grasping the heavier end, she placed the tip near her sopping entrance. Simultaneously, she conjured a picture of Frankie. His long, stiff cock stretched, at her service. Her eyes were closed to perpetuate the image. Her mouth dropped open as she planted the candle beneath her moist pussy lips. The introduction of an inanimate object forced a sob from her throat. She pushed it a little more, stirred by the series of sparks that ran through her.
It was flesh, connected to a man, she made herself think. A hard, pulsating cock, sliding into her pussy. She ached to have more inside her. Its solid texture answered the fever in her pussy. Slowly, she added to what had already been inserted. The candle met with hot, juicy squish. To her, it was Frankie lowering himself into her cunt.
"Yes, baby, stick it in me, in my pussy," she whispered. "Give it to me. Get it in there. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Come on, baby, fuck me with it. Fuck me good."
Sharon felt her nipples swell as she undulated. Every vessel in her being sizzled. Her fantasy was charged by the prodding of the candle. She removed it from her cunthole, moist with her drippings, and swirled it over her love button. Ohhhhh! It provided an incredible rush. Frantically, she dragged it back and forth, making herself cry out. She was electrified by the hot jerking motion.
"Oh, baby, yes! Fuck me. Mmmmmmm. Harder! I want it so much," she wailed, fighting to modulate her voice. Flinging her head from side to side, slamming it into the pillow, breathing roughly were the result of the candle. Her thrills were amplified by its frenzied application. She grit her teeth and came. It was far from intentional. She hoped to prolong the flurry of sensations, but the assault was more than she could physically tolerate. "Oh, God. Oh, Frankie. Ohhhhhhhh!"
Sharon's orgasm lasted several heart-pounding moments. She shuddered violently. It wasn't as good as the real Frankie, who would have endured her fierce contractions and pumped her to the next delicious incline. Frankie invented ways of prolonging the fun. He delayed orgasm for the sake of her flaring pleasure.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the door. Her trance would have survived another few moments if something hadn't snagged her attention. A man was outside, staring at her. Initially, she thought it an illusion, but he made no effort to hide in the shadows. Boldly, he maintained his ground, his dark pupils virtually glowing as he digested her performance.
"Oh, my God," she whispered, rising slowly from the bed. It was Kevin! He surveyed her nudity as though it were a healthy preoccupation. She had never known him to eavesdrop. Her embarrassment quickly faded, perhaps due to his casual attitude. An inner voice told her there was no need for alarm. The situation did not warrant a call for help. Kevin was a friend. Instead, a hot quiver branched to every nerve ending.
She dropped the candle and very slowly climbed off the bed. "I thought you and Wendy had left."
He shook his head. "Actually, I was looking for her. She's not in our room. I thought she might have gone down to the kitchen for something cold to drink." He glanced around. "Sorry about catching you in the act. I was just walking down the hall when I heard you."
Sharon wrinkled her nose. "I guess it's no big deal."
"Where's Frankie?"
"That's what I'd like to know. I woke up and he was gone. I suppose you haven't seen him around."
"Not a chance. Although it's pretty dark downstairs, I haven't run into anyone."
His eyes took in the lush curves of her body. Sharon felt her pussy tighten with anticipation. She was not her traditional self. In the presence of another man, she would have slipped a sheet around her nakedness, but the commanding gaze leveled by Kevin subdued that impulse.
Sharon had always thought Kevin a desirable man. She had never shared that perception with Wendy, who might have taken offense, nor with Frankie. His reaction would have been quite unpredictable.
"Why don't you stay and keep me company until Frankie returns?" she said. "I don't feel like being alone."
"He might be back in a moment."
She shook her head. "His side of the bed is cold. He's been gone for a while."
"Perhaps we ought to search for him."
Sharon's lips curved. She received the impression he was afraid to be alone with her-afraid she might seduce him. Her sexual needs began to churn. "Let's not."
His face was an inch from hers. She let out her tongue just as he opened his mouth. He caught it and drew it inside. His darting tip awaited him, dancing about with passion. They came together in a passionate kiss, their bodies vibrating with want. Sharon felt herself overcome with weakness. Her knees buckled. Kevin kept her from falling. He cupped her ass, filling one hand with nearly both cheeks. If his hands were indicative of another appendage, she shivered at the thought of how enormous his cock was. The pair of running shorts he wore camouflaged its size.
Frantically, she rubbed herself against it. She wanted him to grow big beneath her massaging cunt.
She was so hot for it, Kevin silently observed. He didn't want her to faint when he whipped it out, but she was definitely in for a big surprise-a treat.
"Who knew?" she whispered. "I had no idea we were fiercely attracted to one another."
"Maybe we better not."
"Nonsense. I'm on fire. I can't just stop. I've got to have you."
Kevin swallowed his protests. He gasped as her fingers combed the damp ringlets of his chest. Her touch seared him. She circled his nipples, scratching them lightly with her nails. They were hard pebbles, embedded in wrinkled softness. His Adam's apple rippled as she caressed them. She repeated the action, immersing her fingers into his flesh. She wanted him to recognize the depth of her lust.
Kevin's breathing deepened. The gentle rise and fall of his torso sent her reeling.
Sharon's roving fingertips trailed down his flat-board stomach. Electric shocks were dispensed from her touch. Kevin reveled in her butterfly caress. Sharon's style was teasing, provoking. His cock, reacting from feminine groping, began filling out the front of his shorts. Sharon caught sight of his dick enlarging. The outline of his huge member made her eyes bulge.
"Oh, God," Sharon whispered hoarsely, taken by its measurement. She had guessed he was hung, but to witness the growth of something so giant gave her the shivers. "Oh, Kevin. Look at what you have."
Now that she had brought it to a throbbing stand, there was no need to deny himself the pleasure she was eager to give. "Take it out," he muttered. "Take it out and stroke it."
Sharon was so insane with yearning, she would have plucked it regardless. She was highly aroused by the warm, imposing shape. She wanted it in her mouth, in her pussy-perhaps even in her ass.
His shorts were jerked over his hips. She was amused by the difficulty of getting past the wide ridge. Diligently, she worked until his erect cock sprang at her.
Kevin fought back a groan as he felt her silken breath on his naked skin. A sharp exhalation came when her face was level with his cock. It extended from him like a bridge, long and solid.
Sharon stared at his thing in awe while ridding him of his shorts. He differed from Frankie-thicker, particularly at the stem. Kevin had a nice, well-developed cock. Fitting it in her hot pussy would supply her quite a charge.
He drew her to him. His arms were like steel bands enclosing her sweet nudity. Her nipples dug into his hairy skin.
"Will Frankie mind?" he croaked.
Sharon shook her head while her fist went up and down his hard dick. "I won't tell."
"Jesus," he gasped.
"Come on," she huskily said. "Let's go. I can't wait, baby. I can't wait."
They climbed in bed, anxious to stimulate each other. Sharon trembled. An unshakable fever possessed her. She only knew she had to fuck it out of her system.
Contrarily, Kevin had his own blueprint. He cranked open her long, slender legs with his hand and pared back her flowery cunt lips. She had the most pliable snatch he'd seen. Her trench shimmered in moist glory.
"Nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, God." Nobody was every allowed to touch her there except Frankie. The rules changed with Kevin. For some inexplicable reason, she granted him full license to do with her as he wished. On this night, nothing was real. Kevin was part of the madness brought by the house and its sex-hungry spirits. Sharon was certain she was dominated by a horny demon.
In the back of her mind, she thought of Frankie barging into the room and catching them. Strangely, that prospect excited her. She felt capable of handling the two of them-perhaps one with her mouth, the other with her pussy. Double penetration even seemed a likely alternative.
Oh, yes, Kevin thought as he groped her wanting flesh, she was hot. That knowledge made his cock hard and his balls taut with desire. He stroked her heaving breasts and pinched her nipples into little nubs of erect flesh.
She groaned and writhed beside him. "Kevin, oh, Kevin," she whispered excitably. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." His hands scorched her. Her fingertips torched her senses.
He ran his hands down her body and between her luscious, quivering thighs. Her pussy was sopping wet. He had no doubt that she craved him. Sharon was the kind of woman who existed solely on cock.
Sharon quivered as he caressed her silken flesh. When his hand went over her furry mound and squeezed, she moaned. "Stick yourself in there," she whimpered, her voice husky. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I want to feel that big thing of yours smashed inside me."
"It'll be there soon enough," he said, barely able to conceal his excitement. His dick felt like it was going to explode, and he wanted to ravish this wild beauty. How could he possibly be gentle when he was so aroused? The palpitations of his cock were strong, commanding.
So many things about tonight had driven him to madness. Sharon's furious hunger was just another obstacle that required immediate treatment.
Her body moved against his with undulating sensuality. His hands groped over her flesh, his experienced fingers touching the most sensitive areas and letting spasms of yearning surge through her every responsive part. From her tits to her snatch, she was highly charged with erotic impulses. Even her toes curled as he traveled along her electrified flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Sharon panted, tingling with passion. She couldn't believe he generated this much enthusiasm or anticipation from his swerving touch. Her cells hummed at his fingertips, hungry for the sensations they were fed. "Oh, Kevin, you've drenched my pussy."
"Take my cock," he ordered. His hand cupped her head and pressed down. Urgency was conveyed in his voice. "I want you to take it."
Physical encouragement was unnecessary. Sharon eagerly obeyed with luscious lips and flicking tongue. That hard thing growing between his legs entranced her. She could no sooner take her eyes from it than she could prevent her mouth from absorbing it.
She slid down the length of his body, working her way toward his throbbing cock. Her tongue danced over his firm, developed flesh, tasting hair, inhaling his manliness. All her previous experiences with men paled in comparison. He was so intensely masculine, so sensational that she rapidly lost control.
She licked his skin, molding her lips to glean his flavor. Mmmmmm. He tasted great. A ravenous need stemmed from that sample of him. She longed to get her mouth around his dick and suck him hard-suck him until he spurted heavily down her throat.
Kevin clenched his fists as he felt her breath on his balls and cock. Sharon was anxious to eat him. He detected her urge and persuaded her with a thrust toward her face. Waiting for those sweet lips to fasten about his dick was agony.
Finally, a slurp was applied. She dabbed him with hot saliva, her darting tip toying with the domed head. The contact she made sent his senses whirring.
"Christ," he gasped. His head sank into the pillow and his shoulders sagged into the bed. He loved when a limber tongue ventured there, moistening his cock. He fought back from grabbing her head and shoving the entire thing down her throat. He wanted her to make all of it wet, get all of it sucked, but knew she would eventually provide that service. "Ahhhhhhh. That's it, baby. Give me some mouth. Give me some tongue."
Sharon's tongue danced around his cock. She enjoyed him in this fashion, for it afforded her a chance to prepare for swallowing him whole. She had to work toward that goal. Kevin was enormous; it would take considerable concentration and effort to ease him down her throat. She was both nervous and stimulated by the idea. Sucking his dick was something she had to do-a compulsion precipitated by an inner voice. She didn't feel obligated-she just wanted to do it.
Her mouth opened just as he pushed his bloated cockhead toward it. She covered it with her silken lips, swirling her tongue around and around the sensitive rim.
"Christ," Kevin gasped, enjoying the application of moisture. "Oh, baby, let's have more of that. More. Yeah. Uhhhhh. Suck on it."
Sharon panted as he pushed with his hips, introducing a larger part of his dick to her sucking lips. She absorbed it, fanning her fingertips over the taut skin of his balls. "Mmmmm," she hummed, enjoying that thing in her mouth. It was one of those moments nature had intended her for. Her tongue was put to greater use, flicking the heavy vein back and forth until Kevin's tremors filled her cheeks. She clamped him hard, wanting to encounter his excitement. "Mmmmm. Ohhhh."
Slowly, she worked her lips down his shaft. Its palpitations made her hornier by the second. He swam in hot drool. She increased her suction, causing his ass to thump on the mattress. Her lips snapped him up, mouthful after mouthful. Mmmmmmmm. She loved sucking cock.
"Christ," he muttered, watching himself disappear. That monster sank between her red, pumping lips. "Oh, shit. Oh, baby. Do it. Suck that cock. Suck it."
Her inner muscles relaxed and he slid into her throat. Ohhhhhhh. He fit into her nicely. Up and down she went, enjoying every inch of him. She brushed him with her tongue while compressing her lips.
"Yeah," Kevin groaned, dropping his head to the pillow while pressing his groin to her face. "Yeah. Eat it. Suck it. Keep it in your mouth."
Kevin's intense reaction to her abilities spurred her toward greater risks. She couldn't seem to get enough of his manly vibrations, his guttural sounds, nor his large hands steering her head. All provided her spiraling thrills.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, mouthing his cock. "Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh." Her lips snared his hard dick, rippling over its throbbing surface.
Kevin was ready to convulse, but saw no reason to discharge himself in her mouth when her cunt was available. He pulled her mouth off his dick, watching as the saliva oozed down his pulsating flesh. Her eyes flashed. He wanted to see her face while fucking her. Hearing her moan as his cock plunged into her again and again, her nails stroking his pistoning ass, feeling her convulse against him-those were his incentives.
Sharon knew what he wanted-it was obvious from his inflamed expression. Her own body twitched with the same need. She ached to have him buried between her legs. "Oh, Kevin."
He climbed over her, motioning her to lay on her back. Sharon's legs spread for him, anxious to lock about his hips. His cock stood rigidly straight, aimed at her sopping cunt lips. Kevin knelt in front of her, his knees buried in the mattress. The rise and fall of his massive chest told her how aroused he was.
Sharon couldn't suppress the urge to massage her clit. The mounting excitement commanded it. "Ohhhhhhh," she sobbed, scorched by that single touch. Her love button was red hot and eager to connect with his dick. "Kevin, please, do it. Shove yourself into my pussy."
He cupped her ass and lifted her to him. His cockhead parted her juicy pussy lips. The effect of her tingling moisture was instant. It was impossible for him to contain his fierce arousal. His body ached to plunge roughly into her, for their flesh to merge. He pulled her to him, sinking his cock into that hot, cushiony snatch. He scooped her little tush with his hands and brought it to his erect cock. In and out, he fucked her sweet little pussy. "Yeah," he groaned, digging into that pleasuring warmth. "Oh, fuck. Fuck me, baby. Press your sweet pussy to my cock."
Sharon bit her lip. "Oh, God." She shuddered, feeling him stroke her cunt. The strain of his cock separating her walls, penetrating her was unprecedented. Her nails grazed into his arms, but Kevin was oblivious. More of him pushed into her cunthole-more of that thing attached to his body. Her head tilted back as she fought to compose herself. She moaned, taking him into her pussy, submitting to that huge cock.
"I didn't think it was going to be this good," Kevin admitted after several harsh inhalations. "Feel how stiff I am. You made it like that." He crammed his raging hard-on into her slick pussy. "Oh, God. You're so fucking tight. Ahhhhhhhhh. Are you making it that way-or is Frankie's dick on the little side?"
"Never mind about Frankie," she snapped. "Don't mention his name while you've got your cock inside me."
Kevin grunted. "You turned me on. You got my dick so hard-hard enough to fuck your sweet pussy."
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" All the air was compressed from her diaphragm as he brought it deeper into her cunt. He met a barrier of resistance and paused, awaiting her signal for him to continue. She twisted animatedly beneath him, fighting to reclaim her breath, then murmured, "Yes, Kevin. Ohhhhhhhh. Yes! Yes!"
He shoved himself into her full, burying all he had into her pussy. Their groins smacked together in a heated rush. They were locked and reveled in that knowledge.
Sharon's lips briefly curved. It felt so good having Kevin in her pussy. "Fuck me with it," she panted, rocking under him. "Fuck me, Kevin."
Kevin could barely hold back. He pumped her snatch with his throbbing dick, grabbing her sweet buns and crushing her to him before easing it back. She was light as a feather in his hands, yielding to his strength. She looked totally committed to giving him pleasure. He was tempted to effect a quick, satisfying pace and explode, just for the sake of gratification. Yet something inside demanded he let Sharon enjoy the experience with equal relish. She appeared to savor his cock running back and forth inside her cunt, grinding against her swollen clit. Her squeals of joy, coupled with her sensuous gasps, propelled him.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Sharon sobbed, pounding with excitement. All the frustrations she had previously experienced were exorcised from her body as Kevin fed her that enormous cock. She tried to watch it sink into her cunt, but was so consumed by the passion it afforded that she merely closed her eyes and surrendered to the flurry of sensations. "Ohhhhhhhh. I love it. It's exactly what I need. More. Give me more of it."
"You like the way that feels, baby?" he muttered, fucking that slick, warm snatch.
"Yes. Oh, yes-harder. Give it to me. Fuck me with your stiff cock. Oh, God, I don't want you to stop. Keep going, baby. Keep going."
Sharon accelerated the speed of her hips, fighting to get every bit of him in her. His dick sliced through her juicy cunthole and made the connection. Oh, yeah. She pushed and pulled harder. He groaned at all that energy fighting against him, grabbing at his dick. He could not rid himself of the rush plunging into sweaty hot flesh gave.
She totally submitted to him, giving him all she had. Her cunt was like mush, smacking against his groin. Fever claimed her body. Listening to her pussy gobble up his cock, the sounds reverberating throughout the room, made her all the more horny. This wonderfully strange commotion that took place inside her was boggling. She gasped aloud as Kevin crammed all he could into her gaping snatch. He was lifting her, fitting that enormous shaft between her legs, nearly causing her eyes to cross in getting every last inch embedded. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Sharon sank her nails into the pillow beneath her head. Her mouth dropped open and she emitted a low-pitched cry.
Jesus, she thought. He was an outstanding animal.
Kevin tried not to watch. He didn't want that depiction of ecstasy to affect him. He wanted to fuck her for a while, get his dick good and wet before he popped. Seeing her enjoy his thing was such a turn-on. He clutched her ass cheeks and dragged her cunt lips over his throbbing dick. Ahhhhhhh. He packed it into her, glowing from the tight fit. Yeah. Her pussy was snug, flowing with moisture. He rammed it again and again, taking satisfaction in its hot, crushing confines. This was heaven-fucking heaven!-he thought, slamming his member into that sweet crevice.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Sharon moaned, exhilarated by his need. His hardness was splitting her apart, forcing her to respond. There was no faking it. Feeling that cock, having it fuck her, allowed no false admissions. Joy swam through her body-erotic bliss. She twisted herself to his impaling member, grinding her snatch to the thick base. She craved whole penetration. She couldn't get enough of its dizzying high. "Oh, God, Kevin. It's so big-there's so much. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
"Fuck it," he groaned. "Fuck it, baby. Let it fuck you. Let me drown in your pussy, in all its juices." Kevin swallowed roughly, plunging himself entirely into that succulent clench. "Jesus, I'm about to explode. Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Yes, oh, yes. I'm going to cum."
"Let's do it together. Let me feel you cum around my dick. Squeeze it with all you've got. Yeah, baby, fuck that dick. Cum. Yeah. Cum."
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sharon gasped as the spasms hit her. The agitation began in the pit of her groin and blossomed. Her convulsion gained strength and momentum. Soon, her entire body vibrated with lasting pleasure. "Oh, Kevin! I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
Kevin waited, prolonging the last moments before eruption to enjoy her orgasm. Her cunt lips locked him in a heavenly grip, followed by violent tremors that rocked his foundation. Yeah. He could feel the strength of it building, sapping her energy, declining in intensity. He waited until he thought he was going to die, then exploded. Hot cum jetted into her pussy, gushing madly from the bottom of his balls, collecting in that deliciously compact cunt. "Ugghhhhh, uuugghhhhhhh, ugghhhhhh!"
"Oh, God!" Sharon panted. Kevin was cumming in her pussy-and she could actually feel it. The warm, jittery feeling that preceded it metamorphosed into happiness. She experienced the heavy squirts into her pussy with relish. "Oh, Kevin, ohhhhh."
He tore himself out of her pussy and brought his spurting cock to her face. Although his initial squirts were launched in her snatch, he saved some for her flawless complexion.
"Oh, God," she moaned as he sprinkled himself over her cheeks.
"Uggghhhhh," he grunted. "Uggghhhhhhh."
He gazed at the splatter he caused while catching his breath. Sharon looked gorgeous with jism running down her chin.
"I hope you didn't mind that," he said, huffing. "I couldn't resist."
She smirked. "I liked it very much."
"The least I can do is wipe your face."
Sharon watched him produce a cloth. "Hey, where did that come from?"
He grinned. "You didn't know I had it, huh?"
She nodded as it covered her nose and mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wendy moaned when regaining consciousness. She had a splitting headache that precluded all else. Her vision returned a second later after the surrounding colors swam into focus. She lifted herself up, then tried to remember what had happened.
That person! she recalled with a start. Someone had intercepted her and Heather on the stairs, placed a cloth to her face-and then darkness.
Glancing around, she found no sign of Heather, nor anyone else. Wendy had been placed on a musty loveseat with ornate wood trimming. The angle at which she was positioned sent a shooting pain through her back.
Whoever deposited her there must have done so in a hurry.
Slowly, she rose and rubbed the taut muscles of her shoulders and neck. What a horrible ordeal! She had to find Kevin and insist they leave. A madman was loose in the house, attacking people. The police had to be summoned to apprehend the culprit.
The million dollars was no longer an engaging reward to collect. Wendy preferred leaving physically and mentally intact, rather than leaving herself open to a second encounter.
Using one of the lit candles, she ascended the stairs. Wendy did not relish spending another moment in the house, but had no clothes, no car keys-nothing. This rattletrap was too far out in the country to attempt walking or possibly hitching a ride.
The floorboard emitted a low cry beneath her feet as she walked. Wendy shivered, automatically replaying her scene of terror on the stairs. God-that awful man had Heather and, in all-likelihood, some of others. She prayed Kevin had not fallen victim to him as well.
Wendy reached the door to her room and pushed it open. To her complete shock, Kevin was rifling through the drawers of an ancient bureau. Although he seemed engrossed in his search, the sound of the door swinging back alerted him to her arrival. He looked equally alarmed-as though she caught him in the midst of mischief. Guilt was written into his expression.
"Kevin," she gasped, then ran to him. "Where the hell have you been?"
"What's the matter, baby? You're all shook up."
"You're goddamn right, I'm shook up." She clutched at him. "Someone assaulted me."
His jaw dropped. "What?"
"I was with Heather on the stairs, and this man came at us with a cloth in each hand, then covered our faces." She trembled, reluctant to release him. "Those cloths were doused with chloroform. That man took Heather prisoner-and left me on the loveseat downstairs. I just woke up, groggy from that stuff. Please, honey, we've got to get the police-"
Kevin smirked. "That sounds a little too wild. Are you sure your imagination wasn't working overtime?"
"Are you inferring that I dreamed the whole thing?"
He sighed. "All right, who was it? Describe him to me."
She bit her lip. "I swear, I didn't see him."
"Come on, babe. What were you and Heather doing when it happened?"
Enlightening him about her little fling with Heather wasn't something she wished to do. "It doesn't matter. He came at us really fast. Neither of us had time to defend ourselves."
Kevin guffawed. "Excuse me, but that sounds pretty lame."
"You asshole," she hissed. "You don't believe me. You think I invented it."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Honestly-were the ghosts behind it? Perhaps it's a conspiracy."
"And to think I was concerned he might have jumped you. I wish he had." She strode with purpose to her overnight bag. "I've had enough of this place. I'm leaving-with or without you."
"Hey." Kevin rushed to her side. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off. Your story just doesn't make sense. There are too many holes."
"Those are nothing, compared to the large, gaping one in your head."
Kevin gripped her shoulders. "I apologized. What else do you want?"
Wendy pressed her lips together, contemplating her next insult. If fault had to be placed on someone, she named Kevin. If he hadn't constantly left their room to listen to his goddamn baseball game in the car, she wouldn't have encountered that savage. More than ever, she was determined to end their relationship.
"Please, baby," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Don't leave. We've only got four more hours left until Tom Jermoliak arrives with a million dollars. It would be stupid to walk away from that much money. It's practically ours for the taking."
"I don't give a shit about the money," she insisted.
"Sure, you do." He kneaded her shoulders. "Why don't you come back to bed? We can spend the last few hours much more productively." He grazed her ear lobes with his warm lips. "The others have left. I checked. Their cars are gone. We have the place to ourselves. Come on, baby. Let's get in bed."
Wendy weighed her options. Remaining with Kevin ensured her protection. That deranged person wouldn't attempt to harm her while she was with him.
Had there actually been someone lunging from the shadows at her and Heather? Why would he have dragged away Heather and left her behind? Wendy shook her head, totally confused. Perhaps Kevin's assumption was correct. Tom Jermoliak's stories of diabolical forces roaming the house could have stimulated such an illusion. Her session with Heather might have been a product of sexual frustration, conceived after laying across that loveseat. The hour had grown late. It was feasible that she dozed off and hallucinated the entire experience. Lack of sleep tended to play tricks on the mind.
She turned to Kevin. He was clad in a pair of jogging shorts; the rest of him was oozing with perspiration. The hair on his chest was matted from the abundant moisture. Desire for him returned. She couldn't resist scanning that body rich with sinew. His arms and legs were muscled, coarse with hair. His animal scent pinched her nostrils.
Empty yearning riled her pussy, then won unvarying dominance. The impulse to spread her knees apart and invite that pleasure-giving tool attached to him governed her innermost thoughts.
She felt the warmth of his breath. She received a surge of tingles that wouldn't subside, gathering in power. She wanted to steer her hand to that carpeted chest and rake through it with her nails.
"Come on, baby," he whispered, licking her ear lobe. "Let's fuck. You know you want to."
Ohhhhhhhhh. Each barrier of resistance began to collapse. One right after the other. "Oh, Kevin. You always know which buttons to press."
Kevin's hand went over her tit. His thumb traced the bulging nipple. Her resulting shiver served as encouragement. Wendy couldn't conceal her arousal. Merely standing near him stimulated her appetite.
"You can't fight nature," he muttered before hitching those rapturous lips to her neck.
The suck he gave took her breath. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. "Oh, Jesus." A flurry of sweet chills coursed through her body. She clenched and unclenched her fists, realizing the magnitude of her need.
Kevin rotated his thumbs over the stiff peaks her nipples became. When she didn't think she could stand another revolution, he fondled her tits. Ohhhhhhh. Every cell in her body droned with delight.
That bear paw of a hand slipped behind her head and guided her to his mouth. Wendy parted her lips to receive that hot, eager tongue. Mmmmmmm. They moaned down each other's throat, relating their excitement. Woozy with lust, she was his to command.
"It's been this way from the start," he muttered. "We've always been ready to jump each other's bones. Chuck it to chemistry-and a strong set of hormones."
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
He positioned himself between her legs. Wendy watched with glazed eyes as he ran his hands over her bare flesh. They whispered down to her buttocks, then squeezed. She let out a moan as he tested their buoyancy. The ripple of his exhalations against her skin aroused her. Clasping both cheeks, he elevated her onto the bed.
Wendy surrendered. His caress plucked the fight out her. She did not wish to quarrel another second. Devoting the balance of the night to lovemaking was the wiser direction.
Weakly, she slumped against a nest of pillows on the bed. Her bare thighs framed his head. He stared at her, describing his hunger.
"Ladies first," he whispered.
Her heart pounded as his mouth descended. He fastened his lips to her snatch and sucked. Ohhhhhhhhh. She writhed in splendor, unable to remain still. His tongue flicked over her sluiced cunt flesh, lapping the juices that automatically sprang from her molten core. Those expert whips spun her into a frenzy. It didn't take long for her temperature to climb, nor her pleasure to build. That tongue took all the fight out of her. There was nothing more to say-only to do.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Wendy moaned, peering at him through the slits of her eyes. Her chin went up as she released another sob. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God."
"Want me to stop?" he asked softly, gazing with affection. "Still mad at me?"
"No. I guess not. I-ohhhhhhhh! Oh, Jesus. Oh, Kevin. More. Keep doing that."
"Sure thing," he muttered, attending to the inflammation in her cunt. "Mmmmmmmmm. Oh, yeah. I love sucking your pussy. Let me dip into that honey."
One invigorating slurp succeeded another.
His tongue established direct communication with her clit. A torrent of juices seeped from her fiery center. He couldn't quench his thirst, devouring more and more of her. Her pussy was in his mouth, getting sucked to distraction. She lifted her ass cheeks and implored him to eat. When that curling tip and suctioning lips came down on her, Wendy grit her teeth and discharged stale air. She heard him gulp everything he sucked. Kevin indulged himself, consuming hot squish in abundant supply.
His licks made her dizzy. She dragged air from her lungs, propelled to a steep level of gratification. Wendy could not recall the last time he ate so heartily of her snatch. Something inspired the roll of Kevin's tongue, the clasp of his lips; whatever it was, she hoped it carried him right through dawn.
Wendy arched her back and thrust her pussy to his gobbling orifice. "Eat me," she wailed. "Eat me. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Lick my hot pussy. Clean those juices with your tongue."
"Mmmmmmmm," he grunted, slobbering her with tingling saliva.
She gyrated passionately against him. She shook as he drew his tongue up along her slit and grazed her clit. He licked her hard, driving his tongue deep into her sopping cunthole. His lapping was thorough, provoking. He spurred her hips into frantic movement, sucking fiercely.
"I want to make you cum, baby," he muttered, lashing her with spit. "Mmmmmm. I want you to cum so hard. So much. Oh, yeah. I want to see you thrash, lose control. Mmmmm. I'm not going to stop until you do."
That promise was kept. He went about burying his face between her quivering legs, attacking her with that tongue at full throttle. Ohhhhh! Wendy went out of her mind. He was excellent at cunt-lapping, having no equal. She enjoyed every lip-smacking, tongue-curling minute. Kevin was determined to accelerate her rapture. The energy he employed was unbelievable. His tongue covered sensitive territory, flickering in every direction. He made efficient use of his mouth, absorbing the love dew that spilled from her succulent middle.
"Yes," she panted. "Stroke my clit. Faster. More. Ohhhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
Kevin seized the moment to fuck her with his tongue. He drove it deep into her sluiced crevice, treating the walls of her pussy to dazzling vibration. His brutally roving tip bore no comparison to that thick, penetrating cock, but it heightened her joy nonetheless. She oozed into his mouth. God. There was definitely magic in that tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Kevin was simply incredible.
Kevin pinned back her honeyed cunt lips and dispatched the juices that clung to them. Her pussy flesh sizzled in his mouth. She moaned as he scooped up her every drop of desire. He was absolutely insatiable.
"Kevin, I'm going to cum," Wendy sobbed, feeling the urge come over her. "Ohhhhhhhhh. I'm so close."
"Do it, baby," he grunted, sucking on her. "Do it. Cum in my mouth. Yeah. I want to taste your orgasm. I'm going to swallow every bit of it."
Once again, her eyes curved upward. She couldn't bear to look at him, not with those contractions taking possession of her. Her face was marred with contortion. She whimpered, moving toward that threshold. Total gratification was near. She grabbed some of the pillows to smother the intensity that had her in a stranglehold.
"Kevin!" she cried out. "Oh, my God! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"
She spasmed heavily in his face. A barrage of fireworks exploded. As before, she felt the earth move. There was no denying the amount of pleasure Kevin could give. His oral skills were undisputed.
Right on the heels of orgasm, Kevin lifted his mouth. Wendy saw his tongue flicker at his lips, cleaning the last of her orgasmic excess, before he pulled down his shorts. His erect cock bobbed between his legs, standing upright. Eating her charged him with excitement. Wendy was now to receive the brunt of that thrill she unconsciously furnished.
"Was it good, baby?" he asked, dragging her toward him. He wanted to kiss. Wendy opened her mouth, acquiring that cunt-scented tongue. It didn't matter that she encountered her frenzied flavor-the sheer force of her hunger precluded all else. Her sobs down his throat sufficed as certification of her joy.
Wendy shifted anxiously on the bed until her back was positioned on the flat of the mattress. Her legs were spread wide, ready to take him. Kevin didn't require prompting. They continued embracing each other in a long, hungry kiss. Their tongues darted into each other's mouth while their legs and arms became tangled. The scorching heat of their desire was vigorously communicated.
"I've got to get inside you," he grunted.
Kevin didn't bury his cock immediately, but instead flicked his hips forward until his lust-swollen head was against the tight elastic ring of her snatch. Wendy immediately wrapped her thighs around his head, draping her knees over his shoulders. She rolled herself closer to him, sinking more of that large shaft into her open cunt. She remembered how nervous she had once been about letting him put that thing in her when they first became intimate; she now welcomed its grinding measure. She strained to meet that throbbing bulk, watching in fascination as it started to sink into her hungry snatch. Ohhhhhhhhh.
"So big," she moaned, gritting her teeth. "So hard. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, Kevin."
He grasped her shoulders and pulled her to him. His length submerged further. Her eyes grew bright with yearning as he nailed her with that thing. He dug into her delicate crevice, fresh from those hellish contractions. She ached from orgasm, but fitting him into her was a sheer ecstasy. Her ass dug into the mattress as he drove through her juicy lips. He slipped smoothly into her hot, clutching pussy.
Jesus, she thought dreamily. If only they had done this earlier. She could have kept him so busy, that baseball game wouldn't have mattered.
In that scrunched position, her big tits bulged at him. Her erect nipples bobbed on those billowy mounds as he crammed his cock into her gaping hole. Her knees, which had been perched on his shoulders, were almost in her face. She strove to keep them back so they wouldn't hit her.
Kevin scooped her shoulders with those monster-sized hands and dragged her flush with his stimulated body. His extensive fingers branched not only across her shoulder blades, but his thumbs completed a pulse-jumping circuit. His' touch, to say the least, was electrifying. The rest of his cock, including that thick base, got packed into her expanded cunt. That fat stem tested the limits of her elasticity.
"Jesus," Wendy whispered, feeling him touch bottom. "We're really connected."
"Sure are," he grunted, before starting to pump. "Oh, baby. Your pussy is so tight. Oh, yeah."
The first thrust knocked her breathless. His cock sawed back and forth, sending her into orbit. Wendy moaned, absorbing that manly bulk into her trembling middle. Involuntarily, she worked her pussy toward it. He speared her with that hard, splitting dick. She might have wept as he plunged into her, but her cunt went right back to him immediately after he partially withdrew.
"Oh, yes," she clamored, impaling herself on his cock with an impatient wriggle. "Ohhhhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me, Kevin." Her knees were fastened to his shoulders, squeezing him into her. She facilitated his thrusts, pressing her calves to his other side. His ample length disappeared behind her moist pussy lips. Her sodden flesh coasted over his pulsating shaft, ushering it into its broiling fold.
He silenced her both with his mouth and tongue. The air was plucked from her lungs by further samples of his limber tip. He sucked and licked the insides of her cheeks until Wendy became lightheaded.
"I love you, Wendy," he muttered, after their lips parted.
She thought about her earlier decision to leave him. The million dollars bought a whole lot of freedom. "No. Don't say that," she whispered, going numb.
He fucked her with all he had. His strokes were fierce, deep. After her pussy got a taste of cock, Wendy emptied her mind of what he uttered. She concentrated on the pleasure he supplied her. His words were meaningless, expressed in the heat of passion. He loved the juicy snatch into which he crammed himself; that, she felt, was the extent of his infatuation.
"Only a few hours until dawn, and we'll be rich," Kevin gasped, filling her cunt with all he had. "We'll cash Jermoliak's check into small bills, spread them across the bed and fuck right on top. I'll make that money stick to your sweet, sweaty ass."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Wendy whimpered as he brought it home. "Christ. Ohhhhhhhhh."
"There aren't any fucking ghosts in this house. I can't wait to tell Jermoliak he was full of shit. It wasn't haunted after all." He paused, then crammed himself deep. "Can you feel me throb inside your pussy? My cock is telling you how much it wants you. How much it needs you. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. This is what I need from you, baby. Somewhere to put my swollen dick."
His balls whacked her inner thighs. His cock lumbered through her, taking her to the extremes of paradise. It felt too good, too perfect. Wendy wanted to remain connected like that for hours. She derived bliss from every slam he took. She made his cock all juicy with her outpouring lust. Their crotches locked, their pubes meshed. They couldn't have gotten physically closer if they tried. Their sexual apparatus represented two opposing forces, moistly gripping each other, sparking a fire from the fast and furious friction.
Those deliciously slick noises of his cock pumping her was stimulating. Listening to them at the same time as receiving that hard swell of cock was a potent aphrodisiac. Knowing that palpitating monster belonged to Kevin and was encased in her grasping snatch lured her to the heights of ecstasy.
Wendy gazed up at his handsome countenance. A profusion of sweat mired his face. Was she actually capable of leaving him after they won?
"Oh, Jesus. I'm about to cum," he gasped, huffing and puffing. "Do it."
Through his torment, he grinned. "Ladies first."
"No," Wendy moaned. "It's okay. Cum in me. Don't wait."
His look of tenacity overruled that compulsion. He rammed that cock into her, stroking her pussy so sweetly she couldn't resist its influence. Her craving for orgasm was strong, persistent. Her head sank into the pillows, twisting, preparing herself for that debilitating onslaught. He pounded her with that rigid dick until there was no holding back, no other recourse than to pour his boiling sex fluids into her warm, sucking pussy. He fucked her hard, forcing her to climax.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Wendy cried out, spasming. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Kevin. My God."
At the very last moment, Kevin pulled out. His bulbous cockhead throbbed on her stomach just before it exploded. White goo spurt from his cumhole. "Uggghhhhhhh," he groaned, shooting. "Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhh."
The hot splash of cum on her skin riled her senses. Kevin ejected a veritable pool of liquid joy that ran into her navel and into her heavy thatch. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhhh."
"I wanted you to see how much you excite me," he said, between gulps of air.
Very slowly, she lowered her legs from his shoulders. Wendy was sore, but her body screamed with happiness.
Kevin got to his feet, nodding at the mess he ejected. "I'll fetch you a towel."
She watched those sumptuous buns of his flex as he shuffled off to the bathroom. She kept thinking about their frantic, pistoning action, and how he had pounded her into submission. She didn't think the circulation would return to her joints for a while.
Seconds after his departure, panic spread through Wendy's mind. Why had she permitted him to leave? She didn't wish to be alone-not with a potential maniac wandering the corridors.
She shot up from bed, totally apprehensive.
The door opened a second later. Kevin leveled a cocky grin. "Missed me?"
Wendy sighed with relief. "Jesus, you frightened me. Please, don't do that to me again."
"You're too jumpy." He tossed her the towel, then slipped his hand inside his overnight bag. "I've got just the thing to settle your nerves."
"What could that be?" she asked, wiping her stomach. Kevin had his back to her, drawing out the suspense. She began to smell something unusual. "Honey, what are you getting?"
"You'll see."
Wendy craned her head. For some reason, she wasn't keen about the tone he employed. Kevin was a bit too cryptic to suit her. The events that had taken place nearly drove her over the edge.
Suddenly, he whirled around, bearing a bottle of baby oil. "How about a soothing massage? My treat."
Wendy sighed. "Baby oil?"
"Get on your stomach," he instructed, "and I'll do the rest."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, spread more of it, lower," she directed a moment later. Kevin achieved his objective. She was more relaxed than ever.
"How's that? Good? Oh, yeah. I can see you're enjoying yourself." Kevin dug his fingers into her flesh and gave her an oily rubdown. She was thrilled with his knowledge of the female body's pleasure points. He elicited more than a few moans from her.
Wendy received the distinct impression he had barely gotten started.
"How's that?" he asked, probing lower and lower with the slick lubricant. "Feel better?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm. Yes."
Her ass was getting lots of attention-more than she expected. When he smudged her buns with the oil, Wendy suspected his intentions were delightfully erotic. The stuff was smeared over each cheek.
"Kevin, what are you doing?"
"Relax, enjoy. I'm just doing my job."
He continued to make her body extremely greasy. Her flesh was warm and slippery. His fingertips disbursed electrical currents that caused each cell in her body to hum. Wendy couldn't help from moaning as a result of his pleasurable touch.
"Jesus, you look great," he muttered.
Kevin got on top of her, covering her with his man's body. She felt his erection dig into her butt cheeks. He was swollen, grinding it into her, awakening her desire. As he rubbed, he became greased himself.
A sense of urgency took command of her. It grew more feverish as he started to move back and forth between her crack. His naked cock scorched her.
"Kevin. Ohhhhhhh."
"Shhhh," he insisted hoarsely. "Let's just lay here like this."
Wendy knew from his tremor that that would not be the conclusion of things. He had designs of going further.
His cock slid along the groove of her ass, then started to nudge her anus. He pushed. Slowly, the head was worked in. Inch by inch, he entered her.
"Oh, God," Wendy blurted. He sank into her, splitting her apart. His thickness was abundantly apparent to her. She could think of nothing else but his dick widening that very narrow passage.
"It's okay, shhhh, relax."
"But it's big-and I've never done this before."
"I told you to relax, loosen up. Soon, it'll feel great."
Sure thing, it did. Wendy found herself moving toward it, moaning as he became absorbed in her ass. It was a hot, building pressure with something very solid penetrating her. She moaned, feeling it descend.
Wendy had to admit, she was always frightened about anal sex; it didn't seem natural, and could be potentially harming. She would never have suggested that sort of experimentation with someone of Kevin's measure. As he applied tenderness, her fears were allayed. She began to respond to him, enjoying his exploration of her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
It filled her ass right up to the bowels. His balls were smashed to her quivering butt hole. Her lips formed a circle as she made the adjustment to each inch he buried. Kevin's arms tightened about her. She could feel the thudding of his heartbeat to her back. His chin went over her shoulder blade. His gasp arose after a moment of trembling anguish. The anticipation mounted.
"Shit, I can't stop herself," he groaned into her ear, rubbing against her. "Feels too good, baby. I've got to fuck your ass."
Her breath grew ragged as the sensation became more luxurious. Her anal region was being invaded, but the sweetness of it eclipsed her uneasiness. Wendy clawed the sheets, moaning. Kevin packed more dick inside her butt. There was no haste in carrying out his wish. He was quite conscious of providing her physical joy.
"Oh, baby," Wendy purred, observant of his abounding flow of affection. Even when he could fully take advantage, he didn't. Kevin placed her needs before his.
Kevin took care in pushing his cock in and out of her. He was gasping, exhaling sharply. He resisted the urge to ram her, easing that big dick through her constricted butt hole. "So tight, baby. So tight around my big dick. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Wendy experienced a lengthening desire for him to give it his all, but decided he would make the choice. This was new for the both of them.
"I'm about to cum," he said in a low voice after a while.
"Do you want me to shoot in your ass."
"Yes," she replied. "Yes."
"I don't want to hurt you. I'm going to try to control myself. Jesus, it feels so good. It's different from being in your pussy. When I was massaging your ass, I couldn't help but wonder. I never did this before, either. Oh, baby, I'm so glad you're letting me try. It makes me feel so much closer to you, knowing you'd give me this. Ahhhhhh. Oh, baby, it's so fucking tight."
He gripped her shoulders, then pumped himself through her butt several times. He was shaking on top of her, at the brink of erupting.
"Hurry," Wendy sobbed, unable to withstand the pressure inside. "Hurry, cum in me."
"Ugghhhh!" he howled, then discharged. "Uggggghhhhhhh. Ugggghhhhhhhhhh."
She felt his hot, urgent squirts as he spasmed. She latched herself to him, making sure he emptied all he had into her butt. His thick wad flowed to her bowels like molten lava.
Kevin held her gently long after he'd grown soft and slipped out of her ass. The towel intercepted the cum that oozed from her anus. They curled up, enjoying the afterglow. She didn't mind not climaxing, too; laying with Kevin was sufficiently rewarding.
After a second of nuzzling, he was completely revitalized. Excitement flared in his dark, sexy eyes.
"It's time for the fireworks."
"Oh?" Wendy recognized that deviant gleam.
She couldn't deny him, either. She opened her legs to him, revealing her furred pussy. Kevin could see the wetness, and smelled it as well.
"I see you're in tune with my thoughts," he remarked, his voice heavy with desire.
Wendy brought her fingers to the pink lips and separated them. Kevin trembled as a web of moisture clung to them, thinning as she spread them wider. In seconds, her swollen clitoris was exposed.
"I'm going to make you moan, baby," he vowed. "You're going to enjoy everything I do, and beg for more."
He swallowed heavily upon seeing her blonde bush. Her pussy was soft, wispy. He stroked the hard bud jutting from her cunt lips, causing her to moan. He lingered over it and made her shiver. Her hips rotated in sensual rhythm, sending with them the wafting of cunt juice. At length, he removed two fingers and brought them to his lips. "I want to taste you again." He sucked them noisily, cleaning them of their liquid content. "Mmmmmmmm. Is that how horny you got went my cock when inside your ass?"
Her lips curved. "What do you think?"
When they were satisfactorily recoated with his saliva, he returned them to her love button and rubbed. Her clit throbbing furiously.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Wendy sighed, "your spit makes me tingle. It drives me insane."
"Now I'm going to eat it," he said. "Make room for my tongue, baby. I'm going to fuck you with it."
"Again?"
He nodded. "I'm thirsty."
He jockeyed his head between her slim thighs and let out a pleasure-giving slurp. His tongue rang her inner chimes and rocked her very foundation.
"Ohhhhhhh," Wendy cried out through clenched teeth. "Oh, yes, yes, that's nice."
Kevin answered with a loud, shattering suck to her clit. She clawed at his head, slamming him soundly into her cunt. The crest of his tongue quickened her breath. At a pace meant to stir her to fever pitch, he showed no sign of abating.
He drank huskily of her love nectar. Her cunt was a succulent treasure, drenched by the pressure of his tongue. He ate fully of her liquid desire, scouring her pink flesh. He got super-hard eating it; his dick jutted upward, swollen to the max. The soft roll of her hips and shift of her ass made him horny. His attempt to deplete her abundance, however, proved fruitless. Her sodden loins withstood every lash and dredged up more for those satisfaction-giving licks.
Wendy sank onto the pillows as he partook of the river that flowed from her snatch. His appetite for cunt-lapping was unrivaled. He couldn't swallow enough of her woman juice. Even the frenzied buck of her ass and hips quaking as he lapped fueled her.
"Eat me, Kevin, suck my pussy!" She forced it into his face, surrounding him with her bush. His slobbering tongue sent her into a fevered pant, the flutter to her clitoris igniting white-hot sparks. Wendy exhaled raggedly, stunned by his command of pussy eating. Whimpering from his oral passage, she managed to tersely inform him, "You're about to make me cum!"
He bore down on her with tireless energy. He could feel the shake of her body through the hum of her hard dot. She was very near orgasm. Acknowledging her frantic condition, he spun his tongue into high gear, taking her over the explosive edge. As the spasms engulfed her, he pinned her buckling hips fast.
"Oh, my God, Kevin-ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh."
He suckled her nectar-rich pussy during the crippling throes while his cock throbbed with fury. When she finally weakened and went limp, he climbed on top of her and began massaging her clit with his swollen dick. Her flesh tingled as he rubbed the silken barriers of her hot, juicy cunt. Cupping his ass, she smothered her stiff clit to his engorgement and ground herself silly.
His smile returned, along with the stroking of his hands. His fingertips slid smoothly to her waist. "You're still hungry for me, aren't you?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm. You've got that right."
"We really are going to fuck until Jermoliak gets here," he said, pleased.
Wendy quivered at the sight of his dick bobbing in her face. Oh, yeah. There was a whole lot of fucking left in that dick.
They embraced each other. Wendy submitted to a long, hungry kiss. Their tongues darted into one another's mouth while legs and arms became tangled. The warm brush of skin added to the heat of their desires.
Perhaps she wouldn't leave him after all, she thought, amending her previous decision. She foresaw many nights ahead of them, locked in feverish splendor. What were her chances of finding another man who could rouse the sexual hysteria Kevin did?
Wendy took the towel and removed the excess baby oil from his cock. Kevin certainly wasn't in need of it to enter her soaked pussy.
"Yeah," he said, moving his crotch toward her. His head lolled back. "Stroke me, baby. Up and down. Slowly. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
Wendy handled him tenderly, then discarded the towel so that she could make unencumbered contact. Hunger dominated Kevin's expression. His cock pulsated in her hand, visibly enjoying the masturbatory action.
"That feels good," he grunted. "Don't stop."
She flicked her tongue over the head. He twitched beneath her sudden sweep. She tightened her clasp. "Does that tingle?"
"Use your tongue, baby," he grunted. His eyes were shut, his head moving with the flow of sensations she provided. "Rub it all over my dick."
Wendy slurped the length of his shaft, vibrating throughout her journey. She viewed Kevin's intense reaction to the spread of her saliva. His balls were given a thorough lapping, too. She lavished them with hot, prickling drool. She wove tenderly over the delicate flesh, arousing him to fever pitch.
Kevin's cock stood, bone-hard. "Look," he said as it swayed in the air. "It's alive! It's alive!"
She smirked. Kevin and his depraved sense of humor were an irresistible combination. "It's a monster, all right." She returned to his balls, administering oral love. "Mmmmmmm."
Kevin sank back, overwhelmed by the congregation of bubbles and warmth. "Oh, yeah. More. Wet them down."
Having completely drenched them with spit, she returned to his towering shaft. Her tongue smoothly engaged it, moistening his enormous erection. He got stiffer, responding to her saliva. His cock bobbed freely, ten inches high. Watching it put quite a craving in her pussy.
"Look how big you made it," he gasped, shifting beneath her fluttering tongue. "Ahhhh. My cock is on fire. So are my balls."
Kevin eyed her delectable body spread across the bed. Temptation took over. He reached for that furry mound, clamping it with his hand. Caressing its feathery softness, he caused her hips to shift. Taking two fingers, he slipped them into her cunt. Back and forth he went, lubricating her hole.
"Oh, Kevin," she purred, loving the way that felt. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
He worked her clit, making it spark from the constant friction.
Wendy moaned as he sank his digits into her. It felt good to get finger-fucked. "Ohhhhhhhh," she whimpered, her eyes shut. "Oh, yeah." She took his dick into her fist and stroked it. Her fingers rolled over the saliva coating she had just applied. Hot, slick noises were produced. "Fuck me with those fingers. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Kevin did not relent. "Maybe your pussy needs more," he said, delving into that drenched slot. He pushed his digit into her. "Are you thinking about my fingers or my cock inside your snatch?"
Wendy sobbed. "They both get me wet. Can't you feel those juices cling to your fingers?"
"Want me to stop and really fuck you?" he teased while his fingers slipped into her cunt. "That might feel better. Hmmmm? Don't you want to feel it sink into your nice, tight snatch?"
Wendy furiously nodded.
Kevin withdrew his cunt-moist digits and positioned himself between her legs. He wet his lips as he dragged her silky buttocks onto his lap. His dick got closer to her hungry pussy.
"I want this, too," he said, lifting her toward him. Those big tits of hers smashed against him. Her chin rested on his shoulder. Her breath was fast, imperative.
She could feel his cockhead wedge between her pussy lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out as he sank into her starving cunthole. "Ohhhh! Oh, God!" She received him with shuddering relief. Her knees shook as he began to frantically pump her. The bed rocked in the wake of his frenzied thrusts. He gripped her ass and pulled her cunt lips up, then dragged them down the full length of his cock. Wendy wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her nipples into the heavy matting of his chest. A strong current of passion crackled between their writhing flesh. Soon, she elevated and dropped her ass, moaning as his balls brushed her. She was overcome with passion.
"Christ, it's hot in there," Kevin admitted as she humped his cock. "Your pussy is so tight around my dick. I've got to fuck right through that slippery knot." He reached for her tit, sucking the nipple into her mouth. His fevered licks caused her to wail. "Jesus, baby, oh, Jesus."
"I want you to cum in me," Wendy pleaded as she took each red-hot shove. From his expression, she gathered that he didn't suspect his urge would intensify to the degree it had. His surprise stirred her. Their flesh slapped noisily. "Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me, fuck me."
Kevin swallowed roughly. His cock sizzled in her pussy. He could no longer sit back and have her hump him. He had to assert more control. "Just a second, baby," he muttered, rolling her onto her back.
They changed position without disconnecting. His cock never became disengaged as he continued to pump her, moving her butt in his steel-like grip. His elbows plunged into the mattress, his knees dug into the bedding as he fucked her with everything he had.
"It feels good to give you this, baby," he muttered. "You set my cock on fire. This is the only way to put it out. Ahhhhhhhhhhh." His tone was filled with enjoyment, hoarse with excitement. "It's making me crazy. I could shoot three or four times and not get soft."
"Give it to me harder," Wendy sobbed, her pupils curving into the whites of her eyes. "I want you to go deeper. Faster, baby, faster. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Take it all, baby. Every fucking inch. Get yourself off on my big thing." His strokes came more laborious, more insistent.
The insides of her thighs were paralyzed by the constant smacking of their groins. She shivered at the sensation of her cunt swallowing his dick. She took him whole when he lowered his balls and strained the entrance of her cunt. He stuffed her with his burning cock.
Wendy wept, her pleasure having reached record heights. Never had she achieved such uncharted ecstasy with Kevin. She realized, more than ever, that she had become his slave. She was prepared to do his bidding, if only to continue receiving that delicious treatment.
"Don't stop," she whimpered. "Fuck me hard, with all your might. Ohhhhhh!"
Kevin's look of intensity shattered her. In a moment of heat, he whispered, "I would do whatever it took to keep us together, baby. I would even steal if I had to."
Wendy tried clamping his mouth, but getting manipulated by those enormous hands and the impalement of his cock stole her breath. "Ohhhhhhh."
"I need you so much," he went on, sincerity ringing through his tortured voice. "I want us to stay together forever."
The sharp jabbing of his cock punctured her moans. "Oh, Kevin. Ohhhhhhh."
Her hesitation resulted in deeper thrusts. Wendy shuddered with each wallop his cock delivered, whimpering from his force. "Don't you enjoy being with me?"
The determined flicker of his eyes begged her for affirmation. Again, his cock sank into her pussy, prompting her response.
"Well?"
Wendy swallowed, unable to oppose his will. "Yes," she gasped, fighting to catch her breath. "Yes, I want to be with you, too."
She was rewarded with a powerful plunge. Her pussy absorbed the impact. She rocked deliriously against his sinewy body, latched to him by his cock.
"Now, I'm going to cum in you," he grunted, his movements quicker, more heated.
"Me, too," she moaned. The spasms were already taking place.
Wendy lurched in his clutches, catapulted to orgasmic glory. She slammed her pussy to his groin, snared in the frenzy. Her cunt lips tightened against his thickness, tensing and releasing pent-up energy. Her contractions were savage, satisfying.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhh!"
After a moment, Wendy regained her senses, still dazzled by her mind-shattering climax. Her cunt was sore and filled with Kevin's cum. She had been brought to peak arousal, barely feeling him achieve orgasm while floundering in his clutches.
A swift movement pierced her delirium. She saw an arm swing around Kevin and placed him in a headlock. "You two are the last to go," muttered a familiar voice from behind. He dragged Kevin off of Wendy and revealed his face.
"My God!" Wendy blurted. "Frankie! It was you!"
He grinned while whipping out a rag tucked in his pocket. "Sure, it was me. Who else could it have been?"
Wendy watched in horror as he slapped the foul-smelling cloth over Kevin's nose and mouth. "No, Frankie. No!"
"Don't fight me, man," Frankie muttered, bearing down on Kevin's face. "It's almost dawn. I intend to win."
Kevin fought to throw Frankie off him, but was thrown into an awkward position. The flow of chloroform to his air supply was underway.
Wendy clawed him with her nails. "No. Don't do it, Frankie."
Frankie laughed. "You're next, baby. Too bad I didn't bring an extra one with me like I did last time."
Sharon was suddenly at the door. "Frankie!"
He snarled, glancing at his girlfriend. "Get out of here. Now."
From behind her charged Will, Rick, Cathy and Heather. They all descended upon him, yanking him off Kevin. Fortunately, Kevin hadn't inhaled a great amount and regained his strength after hauling fresh air into his lungs. The men overpowered Frankie.
Sharon shook her head. "Why, Frankie?" she wept. "Why would you do this to our friends?"
Frankie averted his gaze. "I'm in over my head in gambling debts."
"Gambling?" she echoed, trying to understand.
"He's referring to all that sports betting," Rick explained. "He bummed money from all three of us-then started getting it from loan sharks."
"They were starting to put pressure on me to repay them," Frankie muttered. "My savings account, my IRA-everything is gone. I knew I had to come up with some cash, fast. This is a pretty rough crowd I'm talking about. They're dangerous to cross."
Sharon shook her head, disillusioned.
Wendy comforted her. "Where was everybody?" she asked.
"Locked in the basement," Sharon explained between sobs. "I was in our room, going through our things to find a book of matches, when I discovered a bottle of chloroform. I couldn't understand what it was doing in Frankie's bag. I went looking for him. I heard his voice from the cellar door. He was talking to the others, gloating over his victory. They insisted upon being released. I watched where he put the key, then unlocked the door." She stared miserably at the rag laying on the floor. "It appears as though we came just in time."
"Didn't you realize what he was doing?" Cathy asked. "He must have left you several times in order to sneak behind each of us."
"I was in one of the bathrooms, soaking. He must have gotten one of you while I was sleeping."
"Why did you leave me laying on the sofa downstairs after you attacked us on the stairs?" Wendy asked.
"I heard Kevin," Frankie disclosed. "I knew of all the men, he would be the toughest to bring down. I had to catch him on the sly. Besides, I was pretty certain you didn't see my face."
Wendy turned to Kevin. "You mean-you were really sneaking down to the car to catch the baseball game?"
He chuckled. "Every chance I got."
Will stared directly at Frankie. "Sorry, pal, but we're going to have to report this to the police. That was a pretty nasty plan you put into motion."
"Yes," Heather interjected. "All for the sake of winning. How contemptible."
"I was going to call Jermoliak after he paid me the million," Frankie declared. "After Sharon and I flew the coop. I would have told him you were all locked in the basement. Other than dragging you each there, I meant none of you harm. Chloroforming you was the only way to ensure my success." He lowered his head again. "What I did was wrong. I worried so damn much about digging myself out of debt that it drove me over the edge. I was like some caged animal, fighting to stay alive. Tangling with the wrong crowd sure taught me a lesson. More than one night, I woke up in a pool of sweat, thinking about what those goons might do to me if I didn't come up with the dough."
Sharon had no further comment. Realizing that her boyfriend had resorted to extreme measures was more than she could digest.
"What do we do about the money?" Cathy asked. "I guess none of us wins the pot, since we all made it to dawn."
"Yeah," Rick said. "Jermoliak mentioned nobody ever lasted the entire night."
"Won't he be surprised when he finds the six of us still breathing, prepared to give him a full account of our spooky night," Kevin said.
"Spooky-and sex-filled," Wendy said.
"Yeah, I guess we all had plenty of that." Kevin thought of the marathons he had with both Wendy and Sharon. After a pleasant reverie, he glared at Frankie. "Some of us were more greedy than others."
"At least nobody was hurt," Cathy said, hugging her boyfriend Will. "Other than a severe headache, we're all feeling just fine."
"Yep," Will sighed, giving her butt a pinch, "we had ourselves some night."
The first rays of dawn began to infiltrate the room. A reddish ball blazed outside the window. They all watched the murkiness fade and the shadows recede-along with any hint of a war-like spirit.
The ghosts of Tom Jermoliak's house had fled for good.
