Deborah Sanders was feeling a little disgusted as she drove out of the hospital parking lot. Being the wife of a minister was not all it was cracked up to be. Deborah was tired of sick people, and the smell of hospital rooms. She was a pretty, blue-eyed, raven-haired woman of twenty-four, who was beginning to feel she was wasting her youth with the sick and helpless.
It was her husband Bruce's job to be with them, but no one had told her that she would have to spend her life doing it, too. Deborah wanted to live a little, to meet the beautiful people, to see some shows and eat at nice places. But she knew there would never be enough money to do those things.
It just wasn't fair!
But then she thought that life had never really been fair to her. She had married right after graduation and Bruce was the sweetest husband a girl could ask for. Perhaps that was part of the problem. Bruce was too sweet! There was nothing exciting about him. She always knew exactly what he was going to say and do. Bruce was supposed to be the kind of man that a girl dreamed about. She knew some of her friends were jealous of her. If they had only realized what a nightmare her marriage was.
Deborah was so deep in thought that she almost missed seeing the car stalled at the side of the road and the tall, sandy-haired man who was waving at her. Deborah had always been taught, never to stop on a lonely road. She could have gone to the next service station and called someone to help the man. There were a number of other alternatives.
Instead she slowed her car down and eased it over onto the side of the road.
She watched the man come running up through her rear view mirror. He was a very nice looking man. He was tall and broad shouldered and he wore a suit that must have cost a few hundred dollars when it was new.
"Am I glad to see you," he said. "You're the first person that's come along since I stalled."
"It is a very isolated spot," she said. "You could wait for hours for anyone to come by."
He was staring at her-staring the way some of the men in church would often stare at her. He was a lot more obvious than the men in church and it made her blush.
"My name's Art Gebbard," he said, "and it's, worth having my car stall just to meet a pretty woman like you."
There was something about Art that made her feel funny. She knew right away that he wasn't the kind of man she was used to. He had an animal vitality about him. He was the kind of man who would break the rules.
"There's a service station about a mile up the .road," she suggested. "I can give you a lift."
"I'd appreciate it," he said.
She felt a little apprehensive when he got into the car. It was almost like opening a wild animal's cage and letting it out. He stretched and she saw that he had long, muscular legs.
"I'm already going to be late," he said, "but then it doesn't matter when the boss is late. All I do is stand around and agree with the director."
"Director? Are you some kind of movie maker?" she asked, as she pulled her car back onto the road.
"Yes," he said. "I make movies."
"Anything I've ever seen?" she asked.
"I doubt it," he answered casually. "You see, I make porno movies."
Something caught in her throat.
"Does that shock you?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted. "I've never met a man who makes ... makes dirty movies."
"There's nothing dirty about them," he said. "Sure, maybe some of the cheaper ones are dirty. Mine are classic. I only use people who enjoy their work."
They were nearly at the service station and Deborah breathed a sigh of relief. She was going to be glad to be rid of the tall, good looking man who made dirty movies. Or was she? She couldn't deny that there was something really exciting about him. Something that made her flush and nervous, and kept her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly because she was afraid they would tremble.
And then she missed the station. She drove right past it without even slowing down. She pulled the car to the side of the road and sat breathing heavily. He moved closer to her and put his hand on her knee.
She wasn't surprised. She had known all along that he was going to do something like that. She had wondered how she was going to respond to him. She thought of slapping his face or screaming.
"You're a pretty woman," he said. He slid closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "I bet you look fantastic in a short dress that shows off your legs."
"Please don't talk like that," she said. "I'm a minister's wife!"
He laughed loudly and rudely. "My God, that's delicious. A preacher's wife. Jesus, I want to fuck you worse than I've ever wanted anyone in my life."
She was shocked by his language and shocked by the feeling she was getting from him. His hand kept playing with her knee and she suddenly felt as if she were naked and he could see every part of her body. He was looking at her in the lusting way that she'd always wanted Bruce to look at her, as if she were the sexiest woman in the world.
"Give me a kiss," Art demanded.
Somehow Deborah didn't have the strength to push him away. His mouth felt hot and hard. She felt something catch in her throat again, and he was causing a tingling sensation between her thighs.
"I don't know much about the area," he said. "Is there a motel somewhere near here?"
"Yes," she found herself answering. "There's one a couple of miles up the road."
"Then what are we waiting on?" he asked.
She couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it. But she found herself driving toward the motel while her body burned with an excitement she'd never known before.
She couldn't control her trembling as she turned the car into the motel parking lot.
"I'll get the room," Art said as he got out of the car.
She knew he was giving her one last chance to change her mind. She could drive away and leave him and it wouldn't really be like she had ever been unfaithful to Bruce. She had only been tempted and everyone was tempted. What she should do was drive away as fast as she could.
But she didn't.
She sat there until she saw him come back outside, walking with such a confident stride as if he'd known all along that she wouldn't leave.
"We've got room three," he said. "Drive around in the back and park the car."
She did as he told her. She was like a zombie as he grabbed her by the arm and directed her to the room. She'd never been in a motel room with anyone but her husband. She was burning with an intense excitement as he pushed her into the room.
He shut the door and then immediately wrapped his strong arms around her and crushed her against him. This time his kiss was a little softer and she felt his wet tongue pushing at her lips.
"Hey," he said, releasing her. "Relax. You're going to enjoy yourself."
"I shouldn't be here," she said.
"Doing what you shouldn't do is what makes it all the more exciting," he said.
She knew that what he said was true and she knew that was why she would stay when everything inside her was telling her to leave.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
She looked at the tanned, handsome man and she felt a tingle of anticipation. She realized how much she wanted him, how hot she was just from looking at him. He-was all the excitement she had been missing in her life. She knew she could no longer keep up the pretense of not being interested.
She wanted to fuck!
He was staring at her with appreciation as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She wore a skimpy black bra that barely contained her thrusting tits. She'd always felt that Bruce was a little embarrassed that she was so top heavy. He always looked away when she bared her creamy breasts, as if a preacher's wife wasn't supposed to have big breasts.
"You're beautiful," Art said. "What a pair of tits!"
Art didn't seem to be embarrassed by them a bit. His mouth was open and he licked his dry lips nervously. She had never been looked at with such desire.
"Take the bra off," Art said. "Hell, take everything off. I can hardly wait to see your, perfect body."
He hardly gave her time to take the bra off before he was reaching for her again. This time she felt relaxed as he pulled her into his arms and ground his crotch against her. She could feel his hard tool rubbing her pussy and causing a few new tingles.
He was kissing her and this time she let her lips open in hunger and their tongues touched. His big strong hands stroked her back gently. She was ready when his fingers stroked low enough to touch the zipper on her skirt. He eased it down far enough so he could slip one hand inside her skirt. His hand touched her ass and made her shiver.
"You have a beautiful ass," he said. "I could make a porno star out of you with an ass like that."
Hearing him talk about her ass made her feel wicked, and she felt even more wicked as she thought about being a porno star. She had heard about such movies, but she'd never seen one. She had heard that they did everything on the screen.
He took his hand out of her skirt and finished unzipping her. Then he slipped the skirt down her knees and she kicked it off. He sank down to his knees in front of her. She felt obscene as his lips touched her thighs.
"What are you doing?" she asked, even though she already knew.
She was wearing a pair of black cotton panties and when his lips touched her venus mound, she thought she was going to go out of her mind. She had never experienced anything like this. This was something that wicked people did, people who had no morals. This was dirty.
But, if it was so dirty why did it feel so good?
His lips felt burning hot as he continued to kiss her soft, creamy thighs and lick at the soft pubic hairs showing at the edges of her panties.
"You're making me feel crazy," she said.
He kissed her thighs a few minutes longer and then stood up. He held her at arm's length and there was a crooked smile on his face. The smile told her that he knew a lot of things that would make her feel even crazier. She rubbed her thighs together and her panties felt damp. She'd never felt this way before.
"Slide your panties off, Sugar," he said.
Quickly she skimmed her panties down her shapely legs. For a moment she blushed a bright red and covered her bushy mound with her hand. He gently took her hand away and put his hand between her legs.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly, as his lingers explored her moist plump pussy lips. His fingers never entered her cunt, but they stroked her cuntlips until she felt shivery all over. His fingers had been soaked by her gushing juice when he finally took his hand away.
"You're a hot cunt," he said. "I bet you'd do fine in one of my movies. Wouldn't you like that? All those men getting horny watching you get fucked?"
She couldn't answer him because she didn't seem to have a voice anymore. She was stroking his broad shoulders and trying to keep herself from reaching for his cock. She wanted to grab his cock, to stroke it and caress it, but she kept fighting her desire.
"You are one beautiful piece of ass," he said.
He picked her up as easily as he would have picked up a baby. He was just as strong as he looked. He carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back.
"Spread your legs wide, Cunt," he demanded.
She had never been ordered around in that tone of voice. She spread her legs as the delicious shivers of excitement went through her body. One of his big hands caressed her tit while his other hand went back between her legs. She gave a soft cry as one of his fingers brutally entered her.
He had given her no warning, but she was wet enough to take his finger easily. He rubbed it around her cunt walls and caused her to gush more juice. Her hips moved slowly from side to side and she uttered some more soft guttural cries.
"You really are a hot one," he said. "A real bitch in heat. Hasn't your husband been giving you enough?"
"No," she answered.
"That's a pity," Art said. "But I'm going to take care of you, Babe. By the time you get out of here you're going to know you've been fucked!"
His hand left her cunt and began to stroke her body. There was no part of her body that he didn't touch. Finally, she could stand it no longer and she reached for his crotch.
"Pleassse," she whispered.
"What's the matter, babe?" he asked. "You hot for some nice thick cock-meat?"
"Oh yes," she cried.
"A horny preacher's wife," he said. "Boy, I only thought it happened in the movies."
Art got off the bed and slowly began to undress. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He had a powerful body covered with thick black hairs. He looked like an animal. He stripped off his jockey shorts and she ogled the powerful weapon between his legs.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said.
She did as he told her and she found that her face was nearly level with his crotch. She had never felt so obscene as she felt his hard prick rubbing against her cheek.
"Kiss it," he said.
She had never done that before but she knew she had to do anything Art wanted. She wrapped her fingers around the pulsating base of his staff and leaned forward. She touched her Ups against the throbbing crown and tasted his salty jism.
"Kiss it good, Bitch," Art said. "Kiss it like a whore in one of my movies. Kiss it!"
He took two handfuls of her thick black hair and forced her face closer. She had his rubbery crown against her lips and she opened her mouth. His cock-head popped into her mouth and she tasted more of his salty jism.
"This is the way you've always wanted to be, isn't it?" Art asked her. "On your knees being made to suck a man's cock. Does it taste good, Bitch? Does it taste like you thought it would?"
She'd (never thought she could get excited doing a disgusting thing like this. But it was exciting her. It was making her body tingle with desire. She wanted more of his thick cock-meat in her mouth.
She opened her mouth wider and sucked hungrily at his meaty throbbing staff. His thick burning flesh went deep into her throat until she could feel his crown against the tight muscles at the deepest part of her throat. She began to work her lips and tongue and she could sense his increasing excitement.
"Shit," he said. "You've got an instinct for it, Babe. You've got a fucking instinct for sucking cock!"
He made her hold her head still as he began to mouth-fuck her. He enjoyed having a woman so completely at his mercy. He knew he could do anything he wanted with this cunt and she would go along with it.
"My balls are feeling kind of tight, Babe," he said. "Do you know what that means? That means I'm getting ready to dump a load in your mouth!"
He took his cock out of her wet hot mouth just seconds before he erupted into her throat. He liked the feel of her liquid sucking, but now he wanted her pussy. He wanted to show her how a woman really gets fucked.
"All right, Sugar," he said. "Are you ready for a good hard fucking?"
"Yes," she answered him, knowing that she was as ready as she'd ever been.
She still thought about her husband, but it was like he was a dim memory-just as the people in the hospital and the church.
Nothing could stop her from having the first real excitement that she'd ever had. She couldn't have stopped even if her husband had walked into the room.
She leaned back on the bed again and her eyes never left his hard and throbbing cock. His reddened prick glistened from the juices of her mouth and from his bubbling cum. She had actually taken that monstrous thing into her mouth and now she was going to take it into her pussy. She was breathless with fright and with hunger that was greater than anything she'd ever felt before.
"Hold up your legs, Honey," he said. "Come on. That's it. Hold them up like that."
She felt even more obscene as she lifted her legs and held them up as he got on top of her. Her legs went above her head as he dropped on top of her. He held his red prick in his fingers and began to rub the head of his cock against her hot wet groove.
"Oooooo," she said. "What are you doing to me?"
"I'm going to make an animal out of you, Babe," he said. "I'm going to make a hot fucking animal out of you."
He kept rubbing his monstrous crown against her groove until she thought she was going to die. Every nerve in her body tingled. She felt a fiery knot in her belly that was begging for release. It was almost like being in pain.
"Pleassse," she begged.
"Please what?;' he asked her. "I want you to be a foul-mouthed cunt. I want you to ask for what you want."
She understood then that he was trying to break her. He was trying to rid her of every inhibition. He wanted to bring her down to animal level and it was working. She felt like an animal. She needed his big prick more than life itself.
"I want you," she said. "I want you to help me."
He continued to rub his wet cock-head against her hot cunt until she was almost in pain. She felt like her cunt had been stretched somehow, like her cuntlips had been bloated with desire. She needed help.
"You know what you are," Art said. "You're a cunt! You're just a piece of ass! A beautiful piece of pussy! You know what you are. Now tell me."
"I'm a cunt," she said, shocked that she could even think things like that. "I'm a cunt and I need a cock. I need your big cock. I want to be fucked!"
"That's what I want to hear," he said.
He leaned closer and he stabbed with his thick member.. She felt his thick prick slide deliciously up into her cunt hole. He knew what to do with his cock. He jabbed it deep into her cunt and then brought it out slowly.
"You're a sweet fucking piece of cunt," he said, as he gently thrust his cock back into her again.
His throbbing meat filled and stretched her cunt in a way she'd never felt before. She squirmed against him as he began a slow and steady thrusting.
"That feels nice," she said. "That feels oh so nice. I've never had it like this before."
He increased his thrusting rhythm. His balls slapped against her with an obscene wet sound. She closed her eyes and wondered what it would feel like if they were making one of those movies at that moment. If right then the cameras were filming this so that all those horny men could go home and jerk off. All those hundreds of lust swollen pricks exploding into showers of white jism.
"Give it to me hard," she cried, all her inhibitions forgotten as she humped up to meet his thrusting prick. "Fuck me good! I've needed a good fucking for so long!"
"Play with my balls," he commanded, and she slipped one hand between them and found his hanging nuts. She clutched them in her fingers and began to squeeze them gently.
"That's the fucking way, Bitch," he groaned. "You're making me hotter than hell. I'm going to give you a cunt full!"
He pounded her faster and faster and she felt the first hot spasm shaking her body.
"Oh yesssss," she cried. "I'm coming!"
"Come, Bitch," he told her. "Come ahead!"
"I'm coming," she screamed again. "Oh God, it feels so good! I'm coming, Baby! I'm COMINGGGGG!"
Nothing had ever been so delicious as the spasms of pleasure that shook her body. She squirmed like a wild woman and she felt her hot cunt juices flooding his rigid prick.
"Does it feel good, you little cunt?" he asked her. "Does it really feel good?"
"Oh Gawd yessss," she answered him.
Finally the last delicious shiver went through her body and she was able to relax. Art had slowed his thrusting rhythm once again, but she knew it was only to make it last longer. She could already feel the hot swelling of his prick-head.
Somehow she wanted Art's cum, more than she had ever wanted her husband's. She wanted his sticky jism jumping into her pussy. The fact that she was the wife of another man only added excitement to her depravity.
"Give it to me," she whispered. "Oh give me your sweet cum! Give it all to me!"
"You want my cum?" Art asked breathlessly. "Oh yessss," she answered.
"Then you are a cunt," he said. "You are a fucking cunt."
"Yes," she cried. "I am a cunt. I am!"
He began to thrust faster again and she knew it wasn't going to be long. '
"Baby," he groaned. "Ahhhh shit, I'm going to come! You want my jism and I'm going to give it to you! I'm going to fill your hot pussy. OH FUCKKKKK!"
"Yes," she cried, "yes!"
She felt the hot spurting of his cum-juice deep in her pussy and she loved it. She kept grinding her pussy up against him as far as she could.
He must have had a gallon of cum!
He kept pumping it into her until she could feel his sticky cum cream dripping out of her wet hole and wetting her thighs.
"Ummmmm," she said softly.
He finally let his prick come out of her pussy and he dropped onto his back beside her. He was breathing in quick gasps and she knew she had made him as happy as she had been.
"Baby," he said finally. "You are something else."
She started to feel sick at what she'd done, sick enough to get up from the bed and quickly start to dress. He watched her with an amused look, as if he knew what was going through her mind. When she had 'finished dressing she looked at him again. He took his billfold out and she had the sick feeling that he was about to pay her money, like some kind of whore. Instead he took a white card out of his wallet and wrote something on the back.
"You come by here," he said. "You can watch us make some movies. Maybe even get involved?"
She took the card from him. She had every intention of tearing it up once she got outside. Instead she found herself stuffing it into her purse. Why? She had no intention of ever visiting the man's studio. Never. She couldn't do anything like that.
Or could she?
CHAPTER TWO
Deborah looked at the white card in her hand and then back at the address on the front of the building. She wondered why she had come here if she had no intention of going in? Perhaps it was just curiosity? Perhaps she just wanted to see where Art worked? There was nothing wrong with that. Then why had she lied to her husband and told him she was going to visit the hospital. What would Bruce think if he knew she was visiting a place like this?
Deborah told herself that she could walk away now that she had seen the place. But she didn't. She stood there wondering what kind of new excitement she would find inside. She knew it would be a lot better than visiting hospitals.
"It wouldn't hurt to go inside," Deborah said out loud. "Just to have a peek."
Deborah wondered why she was trying to kid herself. She wanted to go inside and it wasn't just because of curiosity. She had been thinking about what had happened with Art for two weeks. Every time she did her pulse would get fast and she would blush like a teenage virgin.
One evening she had gone after Bruce when she felt so horny thinking about Art that she couldn't stand it anymore. She had got her savage fucking but Bruce had been shocked by the way she had acted. That kind of fucking was new to him.
It had been nice, but it still hadn't kept her from thinking about Art-and wondering about his porno movies.
She couldn't stand thinking about it any longer and finally had to see the place. Deborah walked across the street and into the building. She was a little surprised at the reception office. She hadn't known what to expect, but the reception area looked like any other office.
There was a little blonde behind the desk, a pretty girl who looked as if she couldn't have been more than sixteen. Her smile was pleasing as she looked up at Deborah.
"Yes," she asked, "can I help you?"
"I'm here to see Art," Deborah said nervously. "He told me to come by."
"What's your name?"
"Deborah," Deborah answered. She didn't give her last name but the girl didn't seem to mind. She picked up a phone and spoke into it. A moment later she put the phone down and gave Deborah another of those sweet smiles. "Go right in. He's expecting you."
Deborah wondered how Art could have been expecting her when she hadn't known herself that she was coming. She walked past the girl and through the door. There was a hallway and a series of offices. She was wondering where she should go when Art stepped out of one office and came toward her. He was smiling.
"Well," he said, "you finally made it."
"Yes," she said.
"I was almost beginning to give up on you. I thought maybe I was slipping in my old age."
He was grimacing and that grin made her feel weak. She knew he was remembering the things that had happened in the motel. He was remembering how he had made her cry for joy. She began to get nervous again. Maybe she shouldn't have come, after all?
"Come into my office first," Art said. "We'll talk some before I show you around."
Deborah followed Art into his big, luxurious office. She sat down in front of his desk and crossed her legs. She started wishing she hadn't worn such a short skirt. He might get the wrong idea about why she had come.
"So you're interested in the way we make movies," Art said. "I thought you might be. I have a little catalogue here. Take a look at this."
Deborah took the booklet, even though she felt a little nervous about it. She didn't know what to expect. She knew that movies had been getting worse about having nudity in them. She heard people talking about the explicit sex in some of them, although Bruce never would have allowed her to see a movie like that. How much worse could the porno flicks have gotten?
"Open it," Art said.
"I'm scared," she said.
"There's no reason to be. Open it."
She turned the first page. It was a color picture and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Still, it wasn't as bad as she'd prepared herself for. A sexy young girl was lying on her back underneath a sheet. It was obvious that the young girl was wearing nothing underneath. The points of her firm tits thrust against the sheet obscenely. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that it was obvious what the sexy young thing was doing with her fingers underneath the sheet.
"That's horrible," Deborah said softly. "She's just a little girl."
"Keep turning," Art said.
Her hands trembled violently as she turned to the next page. This time the blonde had kicked off the sheet. Her lush body was completely visible. Deborah wanted to look away, but she couldn't. A new excitement was growing in her. The sweet faced blonde had her legs spread, exposing her plump pink pussylips, while her fingers were buried in her wet twat.
"My God," Deborah said.
"It's getting better," Art said, "but keep turning. They get even better."
"I don't think I want to look at this stuff anymore," she said.
"Don't put it down," Art said.
Art's voice had suddenly gotten hard and she saw that his eyes had gotten the same hard glint. She was suddenly afraid of him. She knew he wasn't the kind of man her husband was. Art was capable of doing almost anything to get what he wanted.
"I told you not to put it down," Art commanded in that same cold voice. "Look at every picture. It's what you came here for. Now look!"
"It's not what I came here for," she said, but she started turning the pages again. The pictures slowly got worse. On the next page the sexy blonde girl was joined by a handsome young man. In the first picture he wore only shorts and Deborah saw that he had a young, lean body. The girl was rubbing the front of his shorts where there was already a big bulge.
On the next page the handsome young man had taken his shorts off. Deborah gasped. The size of the young man's cock shocked her. She had never seen such a huge prick, or even believed that such a prick could exist.
She hadn't known that a man's prick could get that big!
She had to gasp again as she tinned to the next picture. This photo showed the young girl had gotten off the bed and onto her knees in front of the young man. The girl had put her lips on the young man's huge cock and was slowly sucking it in. Already half his monster prick was in her mouth. Deborah turned the page. She blushed a little as she saw all of the young man's monster prick between the girl's ripe lips. She felt a little warm between her thighs.
"Is it getting to you?" Art asked.
"No," she answered.
"Don't you like it?" he questioned.
"I think it's filth," she said.
"No, it's not filth," Art said. "It's the most natural thing in the world. Don't kid me, baby. Your tongue is hanging out from looking at Bart's cock."
Art walked around and sat down on the edge of his desk. He leaned far enough over so that he could put one rough hand on her bare knee. She shivered. His hand felt so strong, so confident, as he stroked her knee.
"Please don't touch me like that," she said, as his hand slipped higher on her leg.
"You know you like it, Sugar," he said. "It's what you came here for."
His hand slipped even higher on her leg until he was touching her thigh. She couldn't find the strength to push him away. She felt his fingers stroking her damp panties.
"I wish you wouldn't," she said.
But she knew that he wasn't going to stop. Not now. His hand cupped her venus mound while his fingers started to slip inside her panties, touching her cuntlips.
"You know you like it," he said.
She sobbed softly as one of his finger? probed the entrance to her slippery gash. He pushed his finger up inside her and moved it around the inside of her cunt. She gasped with pleasure. She wanted to move away. What was happening to her was degrading. She wanted to escape those obscene stiff fingers that penetrated her pussy.
"You love it, Cunt," he said. "You're nothing but a hot cunt that loves fucking!"
"No, no, no," she cried, but already her ass was rotating, slowly moving in response to his penetrating fingers, her blood beginning to boil. "No!"
She was taken by surprise when he listened to her and took his hand out of her skirt. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then she saw that she wasn't saved. He had only moved his hand away so that he could unzip his trousers. He took her hand and made her put it into his trousers and lift out his bloated prick.
"No," she said again, but she couldn't take her hand away from his rigid prick.
"Come on, pussy," he said. "I want you to give it a little kiss!"
"Don't make me do that," she said. He wasn't listening to her as he took a strong grip on her head and forced her to her knees.
"Suck on that," he said. "You know it's what you've been waiting on."
He brushed her hair back from her face as she stared at the purplish monster between his legs. She hadn't remembered it as being so big, and so bloated like a water filled balloon about to burst. She remembered the color picture of the pretty blonde girl sucking on the handsome young man's big dick. How had the young girl managed to get that big thing into her mouth? How?
"Do it, Babe," Art said.
He applied a painful pressure on the back of her neck and she obediently touched her Ups to the cum-tipped purplish cock-head.
"That's it," Art groaned. "Now lick my cum away. Kiss my prick like a good preacher's wife." She tasted his thick cock cream on her lips and it somehow made her want more. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and let the blood bloated cockhead slide past her teeth and into the liquid warmth of her mouth. His hips jerked and he stabbed his hard meat into her throat. She nearly gagged on his strong male odor, but she didn't care.
"Ahhh, you sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet, sweet bitch!"
Art held her head tightly as he began to thrust his bloated prick in and out of her sweet hot lips.
The preacher's wife wasn't doing badly for being a novice at sucking cock. She was using her teeth and tongue like an expert.
"Hot damn," he said. "What a fucking mouth! You've got everyone else beat a fucking mile!"
She felt it when he released her head and gave her more movement. He groped her tits through the material of her blouse, but he wasn't happy with that. He gave a savage cry and ripped open the front of her blouse. He pushed his hands down into her bra cups and he roughly lifted out her creamy tits.
"Goddamn," he said slowly. "What a pair of tits! What a fucking pair!"
She kept her head bobbing over his massive prick, feeling his stiff cockmeat pulsating with excitement, and knowing that she couldn't stop until he allowed her to. She tasted some of his salty tasting cocker earn leaking into her mouth. "Ahhh, you sweet bitch," he said.
He kept massaging her tits until her nipples were painfully aroused and she could feel her panties getting soaked from her hot juices.
She was beginning to enjoy sucking his prick! She hadn't thought she would, but there was something exciting about it. Something that caused her to move her head a little faster.
"Play with my balls," he commanded. "Play with my fucking balls!"
She was forced to loosen his belt a little more so she could reach into his trousers. She found his heavy cum-filled balls and she gently lifted them out. She began stroking them lightly with her fingertips.
She sensed how much more excited he got. He tried to ram his thick rod farther down her throat. He was already deeper than she would have thought he could get. She tasted more of his thick cream filling her mouth and bubbling from the comers of her lips.
"Shit," he cried out, his fingers brutally twisting her luscious big tits. "Shit, I like this."
He began ramming his prick deeper and there was nothing she could do to escape. She forced herself to relax as his hot meat filled her throat, his brutal cockhead slamming the deepest part of her throat. More and more of his thick jism was leaking into her mouth.
"You bitch," he groaned.
His fingers kept twisting her tits, pulling at her aroused nipples and making her feel even hotter. This was something she never would have done for Bruce even if he'd wanted it. This was something only a depraved man would do. Yet, with Art she somehow enjoyed being depraved. She enjoyed acting like an animal.
"I'm fucking going to come," he cried. "I'm going to fucking come in your mouth! Ahhh shit, it feels good! It feels so fucking good!"
He was ramming his cock into her mouth as hard as he could. She could feel his body shuddering as he got ready to dump his load into her mouth.
"Shit yeah," he yelled. "SHIT YEAHHHHH!"
She wasn't sure she wanted him to come in her mouth, but it was too late to stop him. His jism began to spurt into her mouth in hot, slippery jets.
"Swallow," he commanded. "Don't try to spit any out! Prove you know how to be a woman! Swallow every fucking drop!"
She gulped down the thick wads of cream. She began to like the feel of his cream sliding down the back of her throat. She worked on his cockhead for more.
"That's the fucking way, Babe," he said. "That's the fucking way. Now lick my cock clean. Lick it clean!"
She released his prick and began licking around the bloated head. She had thought she would be disgusted by the taste of his cum but, instead, was licking hungrily at his staff. She covered the head of his prick with her saliva and then began to lick down the long thick staff.
His prick didn't get completely soft and she could tell he was really enjoying the way his dick was being licked.
"That's so fucking nice, Baby," he said. "You learn so fucking fast!"
She kept licking the head of his prick and the soft underside until she had cleaned him completely.
"Yeah," he moaned softly. "You keep licking me like that and I'm going to get hard again. I can already feel my balls getting hot!"
She glanced up as she licked his rod and she saw that his face was still red and his eyes full of lust. She knew he wasn't done with her yet.
And she was happy about that!
She couldn't help it if at that moment her body ached with hunger. She couldn't remember being so hot even back in the motel room. She needed his big prick to get hard again-hard enough to stuff into her hungry pussy.
"That's the way, Babe," he said. "Lick my balls. Lick them until my dick gets hard."
She kept tasting jism as she moved her soft lips down his staff to his balls. She covered his heavy balls with kisses.
"Babe," he groaned. "That's the way."
She felt his throbbing dick grow stiff again. This time she was willing as he jerked her back to the purplish crown. This time she hungrily spread her lips and sucked his stiff rod down her throat. His prick grew stiffer between her lips.
"Hot damn," Art said, as her lips began sliding up and down his prick. "Hot damn!"
He was already leaking into her mouth and she was beginning to think he wanted to come again that way. She didn't mind, although she needed his prick in her pussy even more.
He finally made her pull her head back. She let her silky soft hair brush his staff as she awaited his next command.
"Get up," he said.
She stood up and he jerked her against him. His big broad hands stroked her thighs and then slipped under her skirt to cup her asscheeks.
"You've got a fantastic ass, Babe," he said. "Just fucking fantastic."
He kept stroking her ass until she felt like crying out with pleasure. She wanted his cock and since her skirt was high enough, she just spread her legs and captured his stiff prick between her soft thighs. She felt his hot cream make her thighs feel wet.
"I'm going to fuck you, Bitch," he said. "Don't you want to be fucked?"
"Yes," she moaned, rubbing her tits against his chest. It was just like it had been in the motel room. All her pretense had vanished. She was a hungry animal only thinking about one thing and that was the big prick between her legs.
He made her back up and take her blouse and bra off. She didn't even think about how she was going to explain the ripped blouse to her husband. She jerked off her panties and stood in only her short skirt.
"All right, Bitch," he said. "Bend over the desk. Now bend over the fucking desk!"
Her heart hammered as she saw what he wanted her to do. She felt so deliciously wicked. She bent over the desk and pulled her skirt up high to reveal her plump ass and her pretty pink pussy. He took hold of her thighs and spread her cunt open a little wider.
"What a pretty cunt," he said.
This time he wasted no time putting his dick into her. He leaned against her and slammed his prick forcefully into her hot tight cunt. He groaned as he felt her inexperienced cunt walls tightly holding his prick. Goddamn, she had a tight fucking pussy-Her husband hadn't been using her enough.
"Fuck me," Deborah screamed, and she didn't give a damn who heard her outside. "Fuck me good! Give it to me! Give me your fucking dick!"
He began to fuck her in short, hard strokes. He could feel her cuntlips closing on his prickhead each time he thrust into her. He moved so that his cock was rubbing against her hard clit each time he brought it out.
"Oh damn," she groaned, wiggling in hot passion. "You're making me so crazy!"
"I like it when the preacher's wife goes crazy," he said. "I like that a lot! Move that gorgeous ass, Babe!"
He kept slamming his prick into her deeper and harder and she couldn't control the hot spasms that began to shake her body. She went crazy underneath him. She began humping back obscenely to meet the thrust of his bloated prick.
Nothing had ever felt better than that big cock between her thighs.
"I'm going to come," die cried. "I love your fucking big cock! It's making me come! Jesus, I'm Cominggggg!"
She twisted until she somehow managed to get his cock even deeper into her pussy, until she thought his cockhead was going to go deep into her belly. The fiery knot in her belly exploded and sent hot spasms all over her flesh. She loved it! God, how she loved it! If only Bruce could make her feel this way.
"You hot fucking bitch," Art grunted. "There's nothing you like better than cock! Nothing!"
"Nothing," Deborah admitted, as she readied herself for the spurt of his jism into her pussy. Right after she came she always felt a little dizzy and drousy and contented. She always felt that hungry need to have cum in her pussy!
"Give it to me," she whispered. "Give me your hot cum!"
"Sure, Babe," he said, as his thrusting cock went deeper. "I'm going to give you all you want!"
She felt his hard prick growing and she knew it wasn't going to be long.
"Babe," he groaned. "Babe, I'm coming. I'm fucking coming! Shit, it feels good. GOODDDDD!"
He gave her one last hard thrust before his cum began spurting hotly into her pussy. He kept coming until her .pussy felt filled with his thick jism. Only then did he slowly pull his prick out oi' her wet twat.
"You're pretty fucking good," he said, as he stuffed his prick back into his trousers. "Now get dressed and I'll show you the studio. You'll really like seeing a fuck flick being made."
She was feeling ashamed again as she hurriedly dressed. There wasn't much left of her blouse, but it was enough to cover her if she held it together. She followed Art out of his office-but suddenly she felt the need to escape. She couldn't go into his studio with him.
He was not quick enough to stop her from running out the hallway and through the reception area. The young girl gave her a startled glance as she hurried out the front door.
She was ashamed and determined that she would never again see Art.
She wouldn't have felt so sure if she had noticed his sly smile as he watched her leave. Art knew she was going to come back-or he was going to go after her.
Either way he wasn't finished with the preacher's lovely wife.
CHAPTER THREE
Three weeks passed and Deborah slowly learned to live with herself. She had made a mistake. Her boredom had led her to do something really wrong. It would never happen again. Deborah was confident of that. She was going to be the very best wife that Bruce could ever hope for. The perfect wife. She would never again think of Art. She would fight that temptation.
It was exactly at the end of the third week when she saw the truck pulling up into her drive. And there could be no doubt that it was Art getting out.
Luckily her husband was gone and there was no one around to see how furious she was. She met Art at the front door and her eyes were cold enough to burn holes in him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Art grinned. "Well, I got tired of waiting for you to come back to me."
"How did you find me?"
"That was easy. I knew your husband was a preacher. I just called around until I found the right one."
Art acted as if he wanted to be invited in, but she kept a firm stance in the doorway. She was going to get rid of him as quickly as possible. She also wanted to leave no doubt in his mind that he wasn't welcome at her home. She was finished with Art. She wasn't going to be punished for her two times of temptation.
"You're not wanted here," she said. "I don't ever want to see you again."
"Hell," Art said, laughing. "You sound like you really mean that."
"I do mean it," she said. "Get out of here before I call the police."
"Now you don't want to do a foolish thing like that," Art said. "At least hear what I have to say."
"I couldn't possibly be interested in anything you have to say," she said.
"I think you should be," Art said.
His voice was soft, but there was a hint of warning in his words. She saw that she wasn't going to get rid of him as quickly as she had wished. There was always the possibility of some of her friends looking out their windows at her. It looked strange keeping him on the porch.
"All right," die said. "Come in. But you're not staying long."
"My friend's coming also," Art said.
Deborah looked at the truck and she saw that there was someone else getting out. She nearly choked when she saw who it was. There was no mistaking the tall, lean young man. He was the same one who had been in the pictures.
"I thought you might remember Bart," Art said.
She remembered him. God, how she remembered him. What she remembered most was that big pole between his legs. That hard, dangling pole.
Art pushed her out of her door and stepped into her home. The handsome young man came in right behind him. Deborah couldn't help staring at his crotch. How could he hide such a magnificent cock? Bart was holding a yeilow manila envelope that he put down on a coffee table.
"This is very nice," Art said. "It's just like what I thought your home would look like."
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Shut the door and come over here," Art said. "I want to show you something."
She shut the door, but she wouldn't look directly at the yellow envelope.
"I don't want to see any more of your dirty pictures," she said.
"I think you'll change your mind about these," Art said.
Bart picked up the envelope again. He dumped the pictures out on the table. Deborah couldn't see them from where she stood, but she didn't move any closer. She tried to look less scared than she was. It wasn't fair. Other people could make mistakes and they didn't have to pay for them.
Why couldn't Art just leave her alone. He probably had plenty of women. He didn't need her.
"Come here and look at these," Art said.
Maybe if she looked at his pictures and showed him that she wasn't going to lose control he would go away. She was willing to try. She walked closer and she gasped. The first picture was of her. She was pulling off her panties in Art's office. The bastard must have had a camera hidden somewhere.
"Oh my God," she said softly.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the stack of pictures and began turning them over. More pictures of her doing things-things she had pushed into the back of her mind. She was shown sucking Art's cock and being fucked! How horribly obscene she looked.
"How could you?" she asked. "How could you take pictures of us?"
"You must have forgotten," Art said. "I'm a movie maker. I'm always on the watch for new stars."
"New stars?" she asked. There was a dryness in her throat as she realized what he meant. "Surely you can't mean you want me in one of your motion pictures?"
"You guessed it," Art said.
"I couldn't do anything like that," she said. "No, I really couldn't."
"You don't seem to understand," Art said. "I'm not giving you any choice. Or would you prefer that your husband saw these pictures?"
"Oh God," she said.
She knew she was going to be sick. She had managed to put herself in a horrible position. She knew that Bruce would be kind to her if he saw the pictures. He might not even divorce her. But he would look at her like she was some kind of sick animal. He couldn't help doing that. He would, look at her that way every day for the rest of her life.
God, she couldn't live like that.
"You can't mean this," she said.
"I mean it," Art said. "I'm blackmailing you. Either you star in my movie or I'm going to show these pictures around town. Don't look so scared. It's not that bad. You'll love it as much as you love to fuck."
She was frantically trying to think of a way out, but nothing would come to her. There was no way out. Either do as he wanted or she would be sorry. Deborah sighed loudly.
"All right," she said. "What do you want me to do?"
"That's a lot better," Art said.
Bart had started to undress. He stripped his clothes off hurriedly and she saw that nothing had been done to the pictures. He was lean and strong looking. His body rippled with well worked muscles as he stripped down to his jockey shorts.
"What's lie doing?" Deborah asked.
"We thought we'd just have a little tryout," Art said. "Just a way to prove that you're wiling."
Art had started undressing also and Deborah realized that they both meant to have her. She felt like she was in some kind of nightmare as they both stripped down to their jockey shorts. This sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen to a good gill, especially to a preacher's wife.
For the first time Bart spoke. "Don't keep us waiting, Sugar. I've been looking at those pictures for a couple of weeks. I want to see if they do you justice."
"Maybe you want us to undress you?" Art suggested.
It couldn't be happening but it was. She knew she didn't want them taking off her clothes. She began to undress. She was down to her bra and panties when Bart grabbed her suddenly. He pulled her against him so that her big tits mashed against his lean chest.
"You have a good body," he said. "Let me take the bra off. I like taking bras off."
Evidently he had taken a lot of them off for his experienced fingers easily unhooked the bra and he dipped the straps off her snowy shoulders.
"Gorgeous," he said, as he lifted her big tits in his hands. "Absolutely gorgeous."
She tried not to feel anything as he lifted up her tits and then bent his head to kiss one rosy red nipple. It was hard, for immediately she could feel the fires growing in her belly. If only Bruce could give her what she needed instead of leaving her so often with her gnawing hunger. She wouldn't have been such an easy mark for Art.
"You sweet bitch," Bart said. "I like your big tits. Don't you like to have them kissed?"
She wanted to answer that she didn't, but her body was already giving her away. Her nipples had swollen up round and hard and she could feel how lust heavy her tits were. She knew that he could feel that, too. He gently ran his lips over her aroused nipples and then he sucked one turgid bud into his mouth. He covered it with his tongue, causing more teasing excitement to go down her spine.
"Please don't," she begged him. "Please."
He sucked her aroused nipple deeper into his mouth while his hands stroked her silken clad asscheeks. His fingers slipped into her panties and played with the crack of her ass. She told herself that she had to stay cold, to show him that she wasn't some kind of hot cunt that melted like butter when a man put his hands on her.
She kept telling herself that-but the truth was that she was turning into melted butter. She felt the heat between her legs that she knew would soon turn into wetness. He was pulling her closer to his crotch and she felt that big bulge against her. She remembered what his cock looked like. She remembered how big it had looked going into the blonde's mouth. God, he was going to stick that big thing into her. Just thinking about it made her feel weak.
He was slipping her panties down her thighs to her knees. His hand went roughly between her legs. Now she was wet and his finger caused a rippling excitement in her stomach as he rubbed her pussy lips.
"You like that," he said. "I know you do. You like to have your pussy played with."
And she couldn't pretend anymore because her body was burning with desire.
"Oh yes," she cried. "Yes, I like that."
His finger jabbed into her cunt, going deep into the squishy warmth of her pussy. She heard the wet sounds his finger was making and she wanted to scream. She wanted to have more than his finger in her twat.
"See there," Art said. "I told you she was a hot bitch. A really hot bitch!"
"She sure as hell is," Bart said.
Art was pressing against her from behind. His hands circled her and cupped her tits underneath, even while Bart was still lustily sucking on her nipples. She felt those rosy red buds get hotter and harder, and she was beginning to love the feel of his tongue against her flesh. She didn't want this to happen but again the animal needs of her body were coming to the surface. She managed to keep her animal hungers well hidden most of the time, but no woman could hide her true nature when two men were kissing and fondling her flesh.
"Oh God," she said softly.
"She's beginning to like it," Art said. "There's nothing hotter than a primed bitch, and it looks like her husband has been doing a lot of priming but very little satisfying."
"Well we'll fix that," Bart said.
"Oh, just let me go," she begged. She was surprised when they did release her. Maybe they were feeling sorry for her. Maybe they had decided not to make her do anything.
But she felt Bart lifting her off the floor and she opened her eyes to see that they had no intention of stopping for good. They had only stopped long enough for Bart to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom she shared with her husband.
"Not in the bedroom," she begged them. "Please, not in there."
"What's the matter?" Art asked. "Are you afraid that we can make you feel things your husband can't?"
That was exactly what she was afraid of. How many times had she had to pretend after her husband had finished with her. So many times that she couldn't count them. And now these two men were going to take advantage of her in that very bedroom and probably make her hotter than she had ever been with Bruce.
Only they wouldn't be taking advantage of her. That was what made everything so wrong. She wanted it more than they did. Her whole body tingled with excitement. Two men were going to fuck her and one of them would be the handsome young man with the huge prick.
"I bet you've been thinking about Bart's cock," Art said. ''I bet you've been thinking about it a lot."
It was true that she hadn't been able to keep from remembering that huge cock. She had thought about it many times since her visit with Art, thought about it often as her husband was screwing her.
"Lay her down," Art said.
Bart dropped her onto her back on the bed. He kneeled beside her and he put his mouth back on one of her turgid nipples. He gently sucked her flesh into his hot mouth. His tongue caressed her titty-flesh and he nipped at her gently with his teeth.
"Beautiful," Art said, tearing off his shorts so that his rigid prick could be free. "Didn't I tell you she was a beautiful bitch?"
"You couldn't do her justice," Bart said.
Art was looking at her like she was a. meal about to be devoured. He kneeled on her other side and put his hand between her legs. She moaned as she felt his rough fingers pushing at her tender cuntlips. She tried to escape his obscene hand, but she couldn't move far without Bart pushing her back on the bed.
Then Bart was standing up and she watched him peel off his shorts to reveal that gigantic cock. It was just as big as it had looked in the picture. A huge red bloated monster that looked more like it belonged on a horse than a man.
"You like this?" Bart asked her, as his fingers stroked his thick flesh, as she saw the tiny eye leaking with cum juice. "Would you like to have it in your mouth?"
"No," she answered and she was telling the truth this time. She didn't want that huge bloated thing in her mouth. He would choke her.
"Come on," Art said. "Don't be so shy. All the girls like to suck on Bart's cock once they get the hang of it."
"It's so big," she said.
"That's what the girls like about it," Bart said. "They like it when it's big."
He was kneeling on the bed again. His massive balls dangled between his legs like two huge balloons. He rubbed his cock against her lips and she tried to keep her mouth tightly shut.
"Now don't you be doing that," Bart said. "It'll make me think that you don't like my prick."
"Please let me up," she begged.
But there was no chance of that happening. Bart held his huge rod with one hand as he tried to force it into her mouth. She still held her lips tightly closed. He rubbed his thick cockhead back and forth along her lips and she couldn't help but taste some of his salty cum-fluid.
"Come on," he said. "You know you want to. Open your mouth!"
She shook her head. She was determined not to allow him to press his cock into her mouth. They had more strength than she did. They could fuck her. But she wasn't going to suck Bart's huge prick.
"All right," Bart said. "If you want to do it the hard way."
Bart grabbed both sides of her head and he began to force her head back. He was so damned strong that she couldn't escape from his grip. Finally she was having trouble breathing. She had to open her mouth to catch her breath. Bart took that opportunity to stab his prick between her lips.
"Now I'm going to release you," Bart said. "But don't you bite me. You bite me and I'll break your goddamn neck!"
She knew he meant what he said. She didn't try to bite as he released her head. His cock slipped deeper into her mouth. God, already her mouth felt so stuffed full of cock-meat that she didn't think she could take another inch!
But Bart was still pressing gently as if he expected to get all of his massive dick into her mouth.
"That's nice," Bart moaned. "You just relax, baby. Just relax and you'll be able to take it!"
Bart pressed his cock deeper into her mouth and she was starting to choke. She felt tears stinging her eyes. She couldn't see how he could get more of his fat, throbbing meat between her lips but somehow he kept doing it.
Art was still playing with her cunt. His fingers jabbed brutally at her tender cuntlips. She felt it when his three fingers entered her hot cunt. He searched until he found her clit and he began to rub it.
"See there," Art said. "Look at her ass move. She loves to be sucked and fucked."
"She's got a good tight mouth," Bart said. "I can feel her tongue working. Jesus!"
Bart straddled her neck so that he could force more of his prick into her mouth. Now she could hardly breathe. She knew he was going to kill her with that choking piece of meat. She tried to shake her head from side to side but Bart grabbed her again. He held her head in a tight vise as he fed more of his prick between her lips.
"You just relax," he told her. "Just relax, cunt. I'm nearly there."
She hadn't realized just how much of his staff he was getting between her lips until she felt his balls touching her chin. God, she couldn't believe it. He had gotten all of his hot, pulsating meat into her mouth.
"Ahhhhh," Bart groaned softly. "Jesus, there's nothing I like better than a pretty mouth wrapped around my dick! Jesus!"
Bart began moving his hips so that the thick tip of his cock was sliding back and forth in her mouth. She realized she wasn't going to choke and she started to relax. Actually, it wasn't so bad once she started to get the rhythm. She was able to take control and he released his vise-like grip on her head.
"Yeah," he groaned. "She's beginning to like it now. She's beginning to like it!"
She wasn't sure she liked it or pot but she knew she was going to do everything she could to make him happy. He couldn't choke her as long as she was handling the movements. He didn't resist as she pushed him off her without ever taking her mouth completely off his bloated prick. She made him lie on his back while she kneeled beside him. This way she was able to take hold of the bottom of his staff and feed it carefully between her lips. He didn't seem to mind as long as her lips encircled his sensitive knob and her tongue worked wildly.
She slid her soft hot fingers down to caress his balls as she swallowed his staff, released it, and then swallowed again. She didn't hurry the bobbing movements of her head. She understood that he didn't want it over with quickly.
She shivered when Art started playing with her sensitive pussy lips again. She felt his fingers carefully parting her lust bloated folds and slipping inside the hot liquid cavern of her pussy. She was already wet enough but his thrusting, searching fingers made her water. She couldn't believe that she could be so depraved but the degradation of sucking one man's huge cock while another man played with her pussy was really making her hot. Her soft hanging tits had finned into twin peaks of passion with her hard cherry nipples yearning to be touched and fondled. She was ready for Art when he took his fingers out of her cunt and she felt his hard knob brushing her thighs.
"Ummmm," she said, as she began to work her lips a little faster up and down Bart's throbbing prick.
Art moved closer and his thick cockhead forced the lips of her cunt apart. He didn't shove his prick right into her. Instead he rested for a long while with just the tip of his meat resting inside her pussy lips.
Finally she could stand it no longer and she began moving her hips. She needed to feel that fat cock of his in her pussy. Her body ached with a fierce desire. She slid back farther so that more of his dick went up her hot hole.
Then he gave a cry and stabbed his meat into her pussy. She moaned as his thick cock-meat stretched fire walls of her tight cunt and she felt his hot cock-cream mixing with her lubrication juices.
"Yeah," Art moaned. "She's a hot fucking piece of ass. She's a goddamn hot piece!"
"Fuck her," Bart groaned. "Fuck the hot cunt!"
Art began to slam his fat prick deep into her cunt. She felt his big knob savagely parting the tender folds of her pussy. She also felt his thick meat rubbing against her hard clit each time he stabbed her.
She went crazy. She turned into a wild woman who couldn't get enough of the two cocks that fucked her. She was slamming her ass back against Art so that his big cock got deeper into her wet hot pussy, and she was sucking lustily on Bart's staff. She had completely forgotten her choking fear of Bart's cock. At that moment she thought that there had never been anything as tasty as his pulsating meat.
"She's a bitch," Art groaned. "She's a wild bitch!"
"She's a fucking cocksucking cunt!" Bart screamed.
She tasted Bart's creamy lubricating fluids mixing with her saliva. Her lips began to make soft sucking noises as she slid them up and down his throbbing pole. She tasted more of his thick juices leaking into her mouth. She could feel them bubbling out from the comers of her lips.
"Ahhhh fuck," Art groaned. "I've never felt a tighter cunt! Never! What a sweet bitch!"
Art stabbed her harder and faster. He was matching the quick bobbing rhythm of her head. Bart put his hands back on her head again and she knew it was to keep her from pulling back when he shot his liquid load into her mouth.
"Don't you get scared now," Bart said softly. "I'm going to give you a load of cum! A big mouthful!"
She wasn't frightened of his cum even though she could taste some of it, and she wasn't sure she liked the salty flavor. But she wanted to feel it in her mouth and she started bobbing her head faster.
"God," Bart said. "I'm going to blow my wad! I'M GOING TO BLOW MY FUCKING WADDDDD!"
His hands savagely gripped the back of her head and his hips thrust his rod deep into her mouth. She choked at the first thick wad of his jism that spurted into her mouth. Then she began to swallow and she was able to suck the rest of his jism down the back of her throat. He spurted three times and not a drop escaped her mouth.
"You are something else," he said. She could tell he was pleased and that made her hotter. She let his prick escape her cum-soaked lips. She could feel her pussy burning with desire as she pulled away from Art's fucking cock.
"I want you to be on top," she whispered to him.
"Sure, baby," Art said. "Sure!"
She stretched out on her back and watched his red bloated prick jutting from between his legs. He climbed on top of her and pressed his knob against her hungry snatch.
"Put it in," she begged. "Put your big fucking cock in my pussy! Pleasssse!"
"You need it bad, Cunt?" Art asked.
"Oh yesssss," she cried. "I need it bad! I need to be fucked so bad!"
She moaned in pleasure as he drove his rod deep into her pussy once more. She wrapped her legs around his back so that he could get even more of his prick into her. She felt like his bloated knob was in her belly and she loved the feeling.
"Hump me," she cried. "Hump me!"
"I'm humping you, pussy," he said. "I'm going to hump your sweet ass off."
He fucked her like a whore, savagely ramming his pole into her cunt again and again. His balls slapped loudly against her. She rubbed her rigid nipples against his chest.
"Oh Godddd," she screamed savagely. "Oh, it feels too good! I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh Jesus, it feels so fucking GODDDDD!" Joyous cries broke from her throat as the spasms of pleasure rocked her body. She tried to suck his cock even deeper with her pussy lips. Her cunt tightened until she could feel every throbbing inch of his prick inside her.
"You bitch," he grunted. "You hot fucking bitch!"
"I am," she agreed. "Oh yes I ammmm!"
He took his prick out of her pussy and she wondered what he was doing. He kneeled above her and she saw the pearly white drops of his lubricating fluid dropping onto her belly.
"Watch me come, cunt," he said. "Watch me spray your belly with my cum!"
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his bloated knob. His cock seemed to grow and she saw the first pearly drops of his jism spurt from the eye. She felt the liquid on her belly and thighs. He moved higher and she felt the second spurt on her tits.
"I'm going to cover you with it," he said. "I'm going to fucking cover you with it!"
The last hot spurt was into her face and then he was cramming his prick between her lips. She sucked what was left of his creamy jism down her hungry throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Deborah didn't like the look of the place. It was a shabby building in a rundown neighborhood. Deborah would never have voluntarily walked into a place like this. Today she didn't have a choice. She hadn't heard from Art in two weeks until she'd gotten the phone call that morning. It wasn't Art. It was just some man who told her to be at this address at a certain time or her husband would get some pictures in the mail.
Deborah considered telling Bruce but she chickened out. She couldn't tell Bruce what had happened to her. She could never tell him. Her only choice was to go along with Art and hope something happened to change things.
But today she was forced to do as she was told. Deborah walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the door. A greasy looking man with dark hair opened the door. Deborah liked nothing about the man, especially the way his lecherous eyes went over her body. Art had told her what to wear and she felt uncomfortable in the short tight skirt and the tight blouse. She felt like she was naked.
"Come in," he said.
Deborah walked into the building. She followed the greasy man down a long hall and into a large room. She immediately saw why the room seemed so bright. There were large camera lights on both sides of the room. There were two huge cameras pointed at a bed in the middle of the room.
This was what Deborah had been afraid of. Art was going to use her in a movie. She had known it was going to be as he promised but she kept hoping it was something else.
"We're going to call it Preacher's Wife," the greasy man told her. "I think you'll like the script. Plenty of action."
The lecherous man gave her a lewd wink and ran his hand over her ass. He squeezed one plump ass cheek and she jerked away from him.
"Leave me alone," she said.
"You silly bitch," he said. "You're going to do everything I tell you for the next four hours. Everything."
"I shouldn't have come here," she said.
"Yeah, sure," the greasy man said. "Art told me you might get cold feet about things. He said to just remind you of a few pictures he has."
Deborah put her head down as all the fight went out of her. She didn't jerk away when he again put his hand on her ass. He squeezed her asscheek and she shivered.
"That's better," he said. "Now you just do everything I tell you and we'll get along fine."
Deborah noticed that die wasn't by herself. There was a camera man standing near one camera and there was a cute little blonde over in the corner. Deborah noticed that the cute little blonde was crying softly. Deborah also noticed how she was dressed. She had on a black gown that accentuated the outline of her shapely breasts and only covered part of her thighs. Deborah somehow felt that the young girl was in the same condition she was in.
Deborah had the sudden impulse to go to the young girl and comfort her. She waited until the greasy man had quit playing with her ass and had gone to talk to one of his cameramen. Then she walked across the room to where the young blonde sat.
"Is there something I can do?" Deborah asked.
"Get away from me," the young blonde said.
Deborah was sure that the young girl wasn't there because she wanted to be. Deborah sat down beside her and put her arm around her shoulder.
"I'm in the same shape you are," Deborah said. "I don't want to be here either."
"Really?" the young blonde asked, as she brushed tears from her big blue eyes.
Deborah felt her heart go out to the sweet innocent young blonde. "Yes. I didn't want to come here but they didn't give me any choice. How did you get hooked?"
"Money," the pretty little blonde answered. "I have to have the money. My husband's in the hospital and I had to find some kind of work."
"But this?" Deborah asked.
"This is the only kind of work that will pay me enough," the blonde answered.
Deborah really felt sorry for her. The pretty young girl didn't look old enough to even have a husband, much less be forced to go into porno movies to pay for his sickness. Deborah wished that there was something she could do but she was having a hard enough time with her own troubles.
"All right, Leslie," the greasy looking man said. "It's time. Let's do it."
Deborah saw that other people had come into the room while she had been talking. One of them was Bart. He grinned at her and rubbed the front of his trousers. Deborah blushed a fierce red.
"We'll shoot Leslie and Bart first. Leslie, you know the script. Get on the bed."
The young blonde nodded her head and quit crying. She got a brave look on her face as she stood up and walked to the bed.
Deborah sat as if she was frozen to her chair. She could hear the cameras start making a soft noise as the young girl sat down on the edge of the bed. Someone handed her a picture magazine that she began to look through.
"All right, Leslie," the greasy man said. "Let's have some acting. Look like you're interested."
Leslie began turning the pages. Deborah saw her face turn a brighter shade of red. Evidently she hadn't seen the book before. Hot lips half parted and she licked them with the tip of her pretty pink tongue. Deborah knew the innocent young girl was beginning to feel aroused. Deborah knew how she felt. She could remember how she had felt when she'd looked at the magazine Art had given her.
"That's good, baby," the greasy man said. "Now spread those pretty legs a little. That's the way. Now rub your thighs. Yeah, like that. That's fantastic. Now it's time for Bart to come into the room."
Bart stepped into the picture. He was wearing a housecoat and Deborah knew he had nothing on underneath. Deborah wondered if the innocent young thing had any idea of what she was getting into. She'd bet the sweet child had never seen the size of Bart's big prick.
"What are you doing?" Bart asked.
The young girl tried to act even though it was evident that she was scared to death. "Daddy," she squealed, as she tried to hide the magazine underneath her.
"What have you got there?" Bart asked. "Let me see it, girt."
"It's nothing," Leslie said.
"Let me see it," he demanded.
Leslie took the magazine from beneath her and handed it to him. Bart was a good actor. Even Deborah was beginning to think that he really was her father. His face took on a look of horror.
"This is filth," he said. "Filth."
Bart sat down beside Leslie on the bed as he thumbed through the pages. "Where did you ever get something like this?"
"At school," Leslie answered.
"Filth," Bart said again, but he wasn't putting it down. He kept turning the pages and glancing slyly at the young girl's bare creamy thighs. Finally Bart put one hand on Leslie's knee. Deborah saw Leslie shiver but she didn't pull away. Bart's face looked flushed as he slowly ran his hand up her leg and underneath the dark gown. Deborah knew when he was touching Leslie's pussy because of the way Leslie looked.
"Let Daddy teach you about filth," Bart said softly. He grabbed Leslie by the back of her head and turned her face to his. He kissed her mouth while his hand played beneath her gown. Deborah could see the front of his housecoat beginning to rise.
Bart suddenly stood up and ripped off his housecoat. Leslie's eyes grew wide at the sight of his monstrous cock. She began to shake her head from side to side. Deborah knew the poor child couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Make Daddy happy," Bart said, as he pulled on the back of her head until her sweet young Ups touched the end of his monster prick. Bart sighed as he forced the head of his prick into her mouth. Leslie was still shaking her head but she couldn't escape from the thing that Bart wanted her to do. He pulled her head closer and Deborah could see his red prick going deeper into her mouth.
Poor Leslie could do nothing but try and keep from choking as he forced his hot flesh into her mouth. He stabbed deeper and deeper until Deborah could see more than half his big prick between the young girl's lips.
Deborah wanted to stop what was going on, or at least she kept telling herself she did. Perhaps the truth was that she wouldn't have stopped it even if she could. What was happening was turning her on. She couldn't help it.
She began to rub her thighs together as she watched Bart begin to thrust in and out of the girl's mouth. In moments his prick was glistening from her saliva and his leaking cum. Deborah knew she had never seen anything so sexy. It was almost like watching the young girl get raped.
Finally Bart pulled his huge throbbing prick out of her lips. He put his hand on his rigid prick and gave himself a couple of quick strokes. It was just enough so that a couple of drops of cream dribbled from the end of his prick. He bent forward and rubbed it across the young girl's face.
Leslie started to tremble. He reached down and took the bottom of her gown and pulled it up over her head. Deborah gasped as she saw the beautiful young girl's lush body. Leslie had a much fuller body than it had looked when she wore the gown. Her creamy tits were big and hard, her nipples thrusting out like two rigid points. So Leslie wasn't so shocked she couldn't get turned on.
"I'm going to fuck you," Bart said.
He pushed her down on her back and made sure that the cameras could see everything that happened. He spread her legs wide so that the cameras looked into the red folds of her cunt. Then he moved between her legs and began to work his thick cock into her tight young pussy.
She began' screaming as his big prick went into her. Deborah wondered how it felt. It looked so damn big that she knew it must fill every part of a girl's cunt.
Deborah could feel her panties getting wet.
"Oh God," Leslie screamed.
Bart thrust forward and his cock went all the way into her pussy. Leslie's eyes opened wide as if she couldn't believe the length of the rigid pole that filled her.
"You like that, baby?" Bart asked her.
Leslie didn't answer as Bart pulled his prick half out of her and then slammed it back into her again. This time Deborah saw that Leslie was humping up to meet the thrusting prick. She knew that Leslie was starting to like being filled by the huge cock.
"Do you like that, Sugar?" Bart asked again. "Do you like having my big old prick inside you?"
"Yes," Leslie admitted. "Yes, yes, yesssss!"
Bart began to fuck her. He fucked her with the experienced strokes of a man who knew exactly what to do with his prick. He was making Leslie sob with pleasure. Deborah could almost feel that huge prick going into her pussy. She knew that her skirt had slipped too high on her thighs but she didn't care. The men in the room had a lot more to look at than just the tops of her creamy thighs.
"God," Leslie screamed suddenly. "God, I've never felt anything like this before! Oh God!"
Bart knew he had her hot and he began fucking her faster and harder, driving his prick deep into her cunt and then pulling it slowly out. Leslie's sobbing grew louder and her hips thrust up off the bed as if she was trying to shake him out of her cunt.
"Oh God," she cried. "Oh God, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh my GODDDDD!"
Leslie turned into a wild animal as she writhed beneath Bart. The cameras moved in closer. They were filming every joy spasm that went through her body.
"All right," the greasy looking man said. "You know what to do, Bart, We've got to see some cum. Give us a good cum shot. Tell us when you're ready."
"I'm just about there," Bart said.
His hips thrust his prick into her pussy faster and faster until he roared like an animal and pulled his big prick out of her cunt.
"I'm ready to shower her," he said. "I'M FUCKING READY!"
Leslie looked scared but there was nothing she could do as he held his big cock over her face. The pearly white drops spurted from the tip of his prick and splashed against her innocent face. Deborah thought that she'd never seen anything so wildly exciting as his cum running down her cheeks.
"Cut it," the greasy looking man said. "All right. That's a damn good scene. Let's get ready for the next one."
Everyone in the room started to get busy all of a sudden. No one was paying any attention to Deborah or to the young girl who'd just been so savagely fucked. Leslie was crying again. Deborah got up and picked up the housecoat that Bart had discarded. She went to the girl and put it over her.
"Don't cry," Deborah said.
"I can't help it," Leslie said. "You saw me. You saw how I behaved."
"No woman could help it with a man like that," Deborah said. "God, he's big!"
"But I behaved like an animal," Leslie protested.
"You couldn't help it," Deborah said.
Deborah wondered if she should try to explain to the young girl that she herself had gotten a little warm watching. But Deborah didn't feel that the young girl was in a mood for understanding or explanations. Leslie would have to find her own way to deal with her guilt just as Deborah had.
Deborah felt someone stroking her shoulder. She turned quickly to look into the face of the greasy looking man. He still had a lewd look on his face.
"I didn't introduce myself proper when you came in," he said slowly. "I'm Tom. I direct all these movies. I'm a good man to get to know."
He dropped his hand from her shoulder to her leg. He gave her flesh a gentle squeeze. Despite herself, Deborah felt a little flush of warmth in her stomach. She didn't like anything about Tom but her body was still warm from what she had just watched.
"Leave me alone," she said.
"You don't seem to understand," he said. "I'm the boss. I thought we went all through this. Do you want your husband to have those pictures?"
"No," she answered.
"Then you better do exactly as I want," he said. He moved his hand slowly up her thigh until he was touching her moist panties.
"I got real turned on watching," he said, "and I think you did too."
"No," she protested.
"Well it doesn't really matter if you did or not," he said. "I'm horny and that's all that matters. You're going to take care of me, Baby. We've got plenty of time until we make the next film."
Tom's fingers tickled her pussy. She felt herself growing wetter and she didn't like the feeling. Tom disgusted her. She couldn't get turned on by him. She knew that Leslie had quit sobbing and she was now sitting up looking at them.
"You're going to take care of me," Tom said. Tom--moved closer so that he could rub his crotch against her face. She didn't move away. She knew there was nothing she could do. He reached down and slipped her skirt up above her waist. His hands rubbed over her creamy thighs.
"You sure are a good looking piece," he said. "You are about the finest looking piece I've seen in a long time. You get me hot just looking, Baby." He gripped her panties and ripped them apart. He discarded the double pieces of her panties and spread her creamy thighs farther apart. He ogled her sweet looking cunt for a moment. Then he pressed one hand on top of her cunt.
"You sure are a beautiful piece," he said. "A goddamned beautiful snatch."
She shivered when he pushed two fingers inside her cunt. He moved them around until she was squirming with delight. She could feel the hot fires boiling in her belly and she knew that she wasn't going to be able to control herself when he gave her his prick.
Tom reached down and unzipped his trousers. He took her hand and shoved her hand into his trousers. He wore no shorts and die immediately felt his long firm meat. He had a powerful hardon and she had trouble pulling it through the opening in his trousers.
"What do you think of that, Baby?" he asked.
"It's beautiful," Deborah said.
At that moment she forgot that she didn't like the greasy man. Her only thought was the beautiful piece of meat she was squeezing in her fingers. He rubbed his dick against her hand and she could sense his increasing excitement. His dick was throbbing hotly and a little spot of cum appeared on the tip.
"Lick it off," he said.
She bent her head and licked the throbbing head of his prick, taking the salty cum on her tongue and then swallowing it down. God, why did doing this turn her on so much? It was degrading to suck a man's cock.
She just couldn't help the way her body responded to a man's firm dick.
"I've got to fuck you, Baby," Tom said. "I'm hotter than hell!"
He didn't bother taking off anymore of her clothes. He just made sure her dress was hiked up far enough to be out of the way. Then he pushed down on her back and dropped down on top of her.
She grabbed his thick cock and guided it to her hungry snatch. It felt so damned good as he started to go into her wet pussy. He shoved it into her hard and she felt his long cock going into her belly.
She couldn't control herself. Leslie gasped as Deborah wrapped her legs around his and began to hump up at his prick violently.
"Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me good and hard. I need it so bad. Fuck me good and hard!"
He started banging the shit out of her. She wrapped her legs tighter as he hammered her with his rigid prick. It felt better than anything she could remember.
"Fuck meeeee," she cried again. "Oh, give me all of your big hot cock! Give me every fucking inch!" Tom groaned as he tried to fuck her as fast as she wanted. His big cock went into her again and again until she could feel the fires building in her belly. She wished she had no clothes on and Tom hadn't been so impatient. Her tits felt cramped in her bra and blouse and her nipples rubbed painfully against the material. But it was too late to stop and get undressed.
"Oh give it to me," she cried. "I love your big cock! It's making me come! God, it's making me come! Oh, give me every fucking inch of your prick! I LOVE ITTTT!"
She drenched his prick with her hot juices. His cock continued to slide in and out of her hot wet cunt and she could feel it slowly swelling.
"Come on," Deborah cried. "Give it to me! Give it fucking to me! "
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "Ahhhhh fuckkkk!"
His hot sticky cum spurted into her pussy as she humped back against him, sliding her cunt back and forth over his cock, and draining every last drop of his thick cum!
CHAPTER FIVE
"All right," Tom said, "we've rested long enough. It's time to get this show on the road." Deborah felt a little queasy as she watched the cameramen going back to their cameras and setting up for the next scene. She knew that she was going to be involved in the next shot She didn't care much for the idea but she'd already gone too far to turn back.
"ALL RIGHT," Tom said, "this scene will be the preacher's wife scene. Everyone set up. Deborah, strip and get on the bed."
"You mean you want me to take my clothes off?" Deborah asked.
"How'd you fucking guess?"
Deborah knew her sudden shyness was silly. Only a few minutes before everyone in the room had seen her fucking Tom. Maybe it was the thought of actually doing it for a camera? Whatever it was, that was bothering her, Deborah didn't want to take her clothes off.
"Would you hurry the fuck up," Tom commanded.
Deborah had to do as he wanted. She knew Leslie was staring at her as she got up and hurriedly stripped out of her clothes. She was pleased by the collective gasp coming from the people in the room. It made her feel good that these jaded people liked her body.
"What do I do now?" Deborah asked.
"Just lay down on the bed," Tom said. "All right, now pull the sheet up to your waist. No, don't cover those gorgeous tits. That's right. Just past your belly button."
She had the sheet up to a spot just below her jutting tits. She waited while the cameramen moved around and got just the proper angle.
"What we're going to do is this," Tom said. "You're going to be playing with yourself when these two young boys walk in. Now I want you to get into this!"
Deborah realized that what he wanted her to do was really play with herself. She had not done that since she'd been a very young girl.
"You're a horny wife," Tom said. "Your husband's not giving you enough. Now start playing with your pussy."
It was hard for her to feel any excitement with the lights in her eyes and the sounds of the cameras running. She felt cold as she ran her hands down her belly and touched her pussy. She even felt a little sore there. Tom had really given her a good fucking.
"Play with your pussy," Tom said. "Play with it like you mean it."
She knew the cameras could see the outline of her hands underneath the sheet. Probably there would be a lot of men getting turned on by just using their imagination. The thought of men looking at her playing with herself, even if it was underneath a sheet, made her feel a little warm. She began to finger the plump lips of her pussy with a little more enthusiasm.
"That's better," Tom said. "You're getting into it now. Let the sheet slide a little way. Not all the way to your cunt. Yeah, just about there."
She forgot that she was on the bed and that there were cameras filming her. Her body had started to tingle with excitement and she couldn't help the impulse to slip her finger into the wet warmth of her pussy.
"Better," Tom said. "Now bring in the boys!" Deborah had a moment of panic when she heard Tom speak. She had thought she was also going to be fucked by Bart, just as the other girl had been. She didn't realize what was happening until they ushered the two young boys into the room. They were really young. She was shocked. She was nearly old enough to be their mother. She didn't mind being fucked by adults but this was just too sick to be happening.
They were both beautiful little boys. They had to be around thirteen and they were both blond and blue eyed. They looked so innocent!
But they were interested!
They looked at her and they could tell what she was doing and they were really interested. One of the young boys rubbed himself and she could see his bulge growing in his trousers. She wanted to stop it. She looked at Tom but there was no mercy in his lusty face.
"Keep playing with yourself," he demanded. "Let the cameras see how really hot you are."
She was still shocked by the innocent virginal looking boys but she couldn't stop playing with herself. Her fingers had already slipped deep into her cunt and she was juiced up enough to have taken both their cocks. She rubbed her fingers against her taut little joy-button and she felt the shivers of pleasure all over her body.
The two young boys kept staring at her, as if they couldn't believe what was going on. They stared at her wide, ogling eyes like they couldn't get enough of her big, gorgeous tits. She looked down at herself and saw that her nipples were rigid points. They were aching for a .hot mouth to cover them. But these were just young boys. Just little boys! She was almost positive that they were virgins and had never seen a naked woman before. Even this thought could not shame her into removing her fingers.
"It's time for the kids to undress," Tom said.
The two boys looked almost as shy as Deborah felt. They were slow in undressing and that made Deborah feel a little hotter. It was almost like they were teasing her, but they couldn't know enough to do that-could they?
"Hurry up," Tom said. "We're wasting film. Get naked, boys. She's going to be all yours for the taking."
At Tom's words Deborah was sure they were virgins. They had probably just picked them off the street and promised them a good time. The boys wouldn't have cared if they filmed all day long if they could really get a piece of pussy.
One of the boys already had a hard cock. He wasn't ashamed of it as he pulled his shorts off and stood with it springing out firmly. The other boy seemed too nervous to get his prick hard. Tom told them to get onto the bed with her. The boy with the hard-on immediately climbed onto the bed beside her. She kept looking at his youthful prick as it jumped with nervousness. He stared at ha-big tits.
Nobody said anything as he reached out to touch her firm titty. He looked as if he had won a prize. Deborah suddenly felt sorry for him. He was as scared as she was. Deborah knew there was nothing she could do to stop it, but she could make things better for the young boy.
"It's all right," Deborah said softly. "Touch me all you want. It's all right."
He put both his hands on her tits and began to knead her flesh like dough. Somehow it was exciting. The very inexperience of his hands turned Deborah on. She placed her hand on his while her other hand played with her cunt.
"I'll show you how," Deborah said, and she directed the movements of his hand so that she would feel the most pleasure.
"Yeah," she heard Tom saying. "This is fantastic. This is fucking fantastic."
"You can kiss them," Deborah said.
He nodded his head and his eyes brightened with excitement. He bent his young head and tasted a woman's flesh for the first time in his young life. He sucked her nipple into his hot young mouth and Deborah had to bite her lips to keep from screaming. So what if he was a young boy. It felt so good! So damned good!
"Ahhh," she moaned softly. "Ahhh!"
Her fingers worked faster in her hot pussy and the young boy started to sense that he was turning her on. He moved from one luscious tit to the other, his mouth sucking at her tender, exposed titty flesh.
"He's got her going now," Tom said. "Look at her ass move under the sheet."
The boy raised his head. He looked down at the sheet as if he realized, for the first time, that the bottom half of her was covered. He hesitated and Deborah knew he was wondering if he should pull down the sheet. She wanted him too, but she couldn't say anything. She felt so ashamed and so hot at the same time. Her body ached with need.
He peeled the sheet back and sat looking at her hairy bush and the way her fingers moved in her hot pussy. He licked his lips.
"Can I do that?" he asked her.
He wasn't waiting for an answer. He was already reaching for her. His hand covered hers. He felt the quick movement of her fingers before she took her hand away. His fingers touched her hot bush and she moaned as three of his fingers slipped into her cunt. He rubbed against her clit and she jerked her hips.
"She likes that, boy," Tom said. "Keep doing that."
The boy was hardly aware of what he was doing as he played with her pussy. But he was doing enough to keep her excited. Her hips began pumping off the bed in response to his fingers. He leaned against him so that she could feel his young cock pressing firmly against her thigh.
He put his hands back on her lush titties. He rolled the soft flesh beneath his fingers and tweaked the already rigid nipples. This young boy was really making her hot!
She remembered the other boy and she looked over at him. He was standing near the bed and his face was as white as a bedsheet. He still wasn't completely hard and she realized that he was scared to death.
Deborah felt as sorry for him as she had the first boy. Perhaps even a little more so because this boy was obviously more unsure of himself than the first.
"Come here," Deborah said in a throaty voice. "I won't hurt you. Come over here!"
The second boy got onto the bed. He was trying to follow the braver boy's example, but his cock was still only half-hard. She took the first young boy's hand out from between her legs and quickly put her own back there. Then she took the second boy's hand and placed it over hers.
"Doesn't this feel good?" Deborah asked. "Ummmm!"
His hand pressed against hers and he looked jealously at the first boy sucking on her tits.
"It's all right," Deborah said. "I have two. You can suck on one."
The boy obediently stretched out beside her and began sucking her free titty. Nothing prepared her for the hot shivers that went through her. Two hot mouths were more than she could take.
She began to work her fingers in her slippery cunt just a little faster. She moved her hand from the back of the first boy's head. She ran her hand down his stomach and gripped his pulsating cock.
Though his prick was small, it filled her hand with throbbing warmth. She tightened her fingers around the base of his pole and began gently jerking him off. She felt the first hot spurt of his jism and she knew he was ready to fuck.
"All right, baby," she told the young boy. "Come to me. I want your hot cock!"
She took her hand away from her pussy and put both arms around the young boy. She pulled him on top of her. She felt his pole jab at her thighs as if he really didn't know what to do with it. She spread her legs a little wider.
"Come on," she said. "Put it there. Right there. Ahhhh, baby. That's good!"
He was inexperienced but he managed to push his pole into the slippery folds of her cunt. His cock was just big enough to scratch the hungry itch between her legs.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me, Baby! Fuck me good!"
He began thrusting his prick in and out of her hot cunt, sending the joy tingles down her back. She took his hands and showed him how she wanted her tits played with as he fucked her.
She no longer cared about the cameras or about the other people in the room.
"You're doing it," she cried. "You're fucking me! That's just the way I like it!"
She could feel the young boy's prick starting to swell and she knew it was too soon. She wasn't ready yet.
"No," she begged him, "not yet!"
But the young boy was fucking her harder and faster and she felt the first drops of his jism leaking into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned. "OHHH FUCKKKKK!"
His prick jerked excitedly as he pumped his milky cream into her pussy. His prick grew limp and slipped out of her and it wasn't enough. Her cunt burned with need and she immediately turned to the other little boy. By this time his cock had also grown hard. He looked a little shocked at what he had seen.
Deborah didn't let him stay shocked. She went down on him immediately. She held his cock in the palm of her hand while she tenderly licked the meaty crown. He groaned and tried to push his prick into her mouth.
"Maybe later for that, Baby," she promised him, "but right now I need that prick in my cunt."
She pushed the young boy onto his back and she straddled him. She held his prick tightly in her hand as she guided the cockhead up against her wet snatch. Slowly she sat down on his stiff prick. His was bigger than the other boy's. She felt the meaty tip press apart the lips of her pussy and then the wonderful sensation of his meat filling her pussy.
"Oh yesssss," she said, sighing. "There's nothing I like better than a fat prick!"
She began to bounce gently on the boy's prick. She took his small hands and placed them against her big firm tits.
"Now squeeze them," she told him. "Yes, like that! You're doing a good job!"
He grew bolder as he played with her boobs. His hips began jerking off the bed so that he was driving his prick deeper into her snatch. She tried to squeeze the lips of her pussy each time he drove his cock into her, and she knew that was exciting him even more.
''It feels good," he cried out. "It feels good! Your pussy feels good!"
The other young boy had stood up on the bed. He was stroking his cock and she saw that he was getting hard again. He moved close to her and she knew what he wanted. She brushed her hair back as she bent her head to his prick.
She knew she was old enough to be this young boy's mother, but that didn't matter as she sucked his rigid prick between her lips. She liked the taste of it, she also liked the throbbing heat of his cock-head as it slid into her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the thick head and stabbed at the tiny slit.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned.
She sucked his cock deep, knowing the cameras were filming every movement she made. She began to bounce faster on the one boy's cock while she lustily sucked at the other.
His long, thick prick tasted good and it didn't fill her mouth as much as a man's did.
She was able to slide her tongue all around the throbbing meat. Each touch of her tongue added to the boy's excitement. He grabbed her by the back of her head and began mouth-fucking her. She could hear Tom shouting encouragement.
The boy beneath her began screaming and she felt the first hot spurt of his jism in her pussy. She concentrated on getting his prick as deep into her pussy as she could. She bounced faster and she began squeezing her cunt walls together. She felt another hot spurt of his cum.
"Goddamn," Tom yelled. "Look at her ride. Look at the fucking bitch ride!"
She knew he was talking about her, calling her names, but that didn't matter either. All that mattered was the two beautiful young cocks that she had.
She felt the prick in her pussy start to grow limp and she moved so that she could get every last drop of cum. The young boy still hadn't satisfied her. She was burning hot. When the prick finally slipped out of her pussy completely she went after the other boy's prick with a hungry sucking.
His balls hit her chin as he tried to drive his prick into her mouth as deep as he could. She loved it. She couldn't remember ever having loved sucking a cock so much.
She buried her hands between her legs as she sucked. She played with her pussy savagely, as if she was trying to get all of her fingers inside her cunt at once.
"Ahhhhh fuckkk!!!" the boy shouted. He increased his thrusting rhythm, his hot meat filling her mouth as he grew swollen. "I'm getting there."
"Not in her mouth," Tom shouted. "I want you to come in her face. Show the cameras your jism coming out. That's what the people pay to see!" The boy kept driving his small hot prick into her mouth. She was able to get all of his meat into her throat, so far that she could feel the knob against the deepest part of her throat and she would have still had room for a little more.
"In her face," Tom shouted again.
"Oh fuckkk," the boy moaned. "Ohhhhh fuck, I'm going to come. Ohhh fuck, I'm going to come! I'm going to fucking come! Ohhhhh, FUCKKKKK!"
At the last stroke he obediently pulled his cock out of her mouth even though Deborah could tell that he didn't want to. He held it over her face and she saw the tiny sperm tipped eye.
"That's it," Tom said. "Stroke it the last time. Shoot your wad in her face! Shoot it in her face! " She wrapped her fingers around his pulsating rod and began stroking his hot flesh. She knew what was going to happen but she didn't turn her face away. She knew that her cum soaked face was why men paid money to see the films.
She opened her mouth just as the young boy screamed his pleasure. She saw the first spurt of his thick cock cream. She felt his sticky cock cream spurting onto her cheeks and dripping down to her neck. He came a gallon. She felt like his sticky cream was all over her face.
"Wipe it over her," Tom said. "In her face. On her lips. Look happy, Baby!"
The truth was that Deborah didn't have to act at being happy. She was happy. She felt a wicked delight at having him rubbing his prick juice all over her face. She felt a hungry ache to have more and more of his cock-cream over her.
"That's it," Tom said. "Now stick it in her mouth. Stick it in her mouth. Let it bubble out the corners of your lips! "
Deborah did as she was asked. She sucked his prick deep into her mouth again and she let his sticky jism dribble from the corners of her mouth. She knew it looked really obscene and that delighted her even more.
"What a scene," Tom said. "What a fucking scene. It'll make porno history!"
Deborah shut her eyes. She felt pleasure that she had done this thing. There was no shame in her. She wanted to feel ashamed but she couldn't. It had satisfied her in a way she hadn't felt satisfied before.
She had gotten a taste of fucking for the camera and she knew she could never stop!
CHAPTER SIX
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Jimmy Moran asked.
"No," Deborah answered.
"Then I'll just get my tools," Jimmy said.
"All right," she said. "I'll get your money. It's upstairs."
Deborah felt a warm flush as she watched Jimmy walk away. Jimmy was tall and well built. He was tanned from working so long outside and he was so strong. Everybody always talked about how strong he was.
Deborah wondered what it would feel like to be underneath him, to have his thick cock inside her.
"My God," Deborah said out loud. "I'm going to have to stop thinking like this."
She knew what was troubling her. It had been almost a month since Art had called her. She had gotten used to the sex movies, used to the satisfaction it gave her.
It had been a month since she had been completely satisfied.
She tried to get Bruce to make her happy. But there was something restrained about her husband. He would only go so far and then he would look at her in shock. There would be no way to ever convince Bruce to give her the kind of treatment she needed.
She wondered if Jimmy could.
"Stop thinking like that," she spoke out loud.
She went upstairs and got Jimmy's money where her husband had left it on the night table. Jimmy was waiting on her at her front door. He had put his shirt back on but she could close her eyes and remember how powerful his chest looked.
"I hope this is enough," she said, handing him the money. She felt a tingle as his hand touched hers.
"It's fine," he said.
Suddenly she knew she didn't want him to leave. She just wanted to be around him a little longer.
"It's so hot today," she said. "I've made some cold juice. Would you like some?"
"I don't think so," he said. "I've got a lot of stops to make today."
"Just a few drinks won't hurt you," Deborah said. "I insist. After you've worked so hard."
"All right," he said, finally.
She trembled with excitement as she led the way into her modem kitchen. Just being near Jimmy was enough. She would give him the juice and get him out of the house. Then she would hurry upstairs and finger herself while she thought of him.
Her hands shook nervously as she poured his juice.
"You know, Jimmy," she said. "I've seen you around a lot of times but I don't know anything about you."
"There's nothing to know," he said.
"Of course there is," Deborah said. "For instance, are you married?"
"No," he answered.
She hadn't expected that answer. Jimmy looked like the type who would need to be married. He would need a woman to take care of him and to satisfy his sexual hungers. Just looking at him told Deborah that he would have great sexual hungers.
"I was sure you were married," Deborah said.
"I've never felt any need to marry," Jimmy said. "I'm a good cook and housekeeper and I don't need children. I'm very happy living by myself."
"But a man like you must have some other needs," Deborah said.
"You mean sex?" Jimmy asked.
"Yes," Deborah answered. This conversation wasn't going as she'd expected. Jimmy had finished drinking his juice but he wasn't acting like he wanted to leave. Instead he was staring at her with a new kind of interest.
"My sex life is good enough," Jimmy said finally. "How's yours?"
He was looking at her like he could see right through the sweater and skirt she wore. She tried to laugh but her voice cracked. His eyes made her nipples swell into two aching points. She wished she'd worn a bra. She was sure he could see the outline of her hard nipples and he would know that she was getting excited.
"I don't think you should ask a question like that," she said.
"Why not? Aren't you supposed to have a sex life? Even a preacher's wife should have a good one."
"I have a good one," she lied. "I'm very satisfied with Bruce."
"The hell you are," Jimmy said. "I've noticed you looking at me. I know what you want. Why don't we knock off the bull and go upstairs. I bet you're a wild woman when you get going."
"Please," she said. She felt weak and she leaned against the kitchen sink. "Don't...."
"You want it, baby. You want it. Let's go upstairs. Or maybe you're the type that likes it in the kitchen."
He was standing up and taking her into his strong arms. He smelled of sweat and aftershave. His hands dropped to cup her ass and she moaned softly.
"Let's go upstairs," he said.
She wanted to be strong and resist him, but she found herself taking his hand and walking up the stairs to her bedroom. He had her sweater up over her head before she got through the door. She felt his strong hands on her bare titties.
"You're nice," he said. "You're really nice. I've wanted to taste these for a long time."
"Oh Jimmy, don't, please," she begged. He pushed her back on the bed and let his lips brush against one of her nipples. She felt it grow even harder. She couldn't refuse him. She heard him laugh obscenely as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face against her tits.
"I needed this," die moaned, ass lips sucked in one aroused nipple. "I needed this so bad." , His teeth nipped at her flesh and then he was sucking almost all of her flesh into his mouth. She had never felt her tit go so far into a man's mouth. She was almost afraid he was going to bite it off. He finally released the firm globe and moved to the other. Again she felt her creamy tit being sucked between his hungry lips.
She tried to clamp her legs together as his hand went underneath her skirt. There was no sense in trying. He was so damned strong and he knew she was excited. His hand caressed her thigh and she had to open her legs for him to touch her excited pussy.
"Oh God," she moaned.
He cupped her pussy with his strong, work worn hand. His fingers massaged her pussy lips for a few moments. He took his hand away and unzipped her skirt.
"Too damn much material," he explained.
She raised her hips so that he could jerk the skirt down her long shapely legs. She kicked it off. He grasped her panties and peeled them down. She had a moment of terror when she realized she was going to be completely naked. But her body was burning and she couldn't control her need. She kicked the panties off and he put his rough hand back between her legs.
"Feel that?" he asked. "Do you feel my fingers in your pussy? Do you like my finger playing in your cunt?"
"Oh God, yes," she moaned.
"I like playing with your cunt," he said. "I like playing with the preacher's wife."
His fingers kept driving into her and making her wet. She closed her pussy walls on one of his thrusting fingers and it caused a sob of delight to come from her throat. He started lifting her legs until they were far above her head. She knew her pussy was lewdly exposed but she didn't care.
"I love you," he said. "I love your cunt. I love to eat a pretty cunt!"
She didn't believe it when he pressed his face into the moist cavern between her thighs. She screamed as she felt his long tongue thrusting inside her, licking the juices away from her pussy walls. She began trembling and trying to escape his tongue.
"You're making me crazy," she cried. "You're making me so crazy!"
He kept licking her cunt and chewing on her clit until she felt the first hot spasm shake her body.
She screamed loudly and began rubbing her cunt against his face.
"Yes," she sobbed savagely. "You're making me come. You're making me come. OH YESSSSSSS!"
She shook like a wild woman but his tongue never left her pussy. She could feel her juices pouring into his mouth and he was licking and swallowing them. He kept licking her until she had no more juices to give. She settled back with a satisfied sigh.
"Turn over," he said. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees. I'm going to give it to you dog fashion."
She turned over on her belly and then climbed to her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder as he undressed. God, did he have a strong body. His muscles rippled as he moved toward her.
She watched him slide his shorts down and she saw his huge throbbing pole sticking out from the hairy bush between his legs.
"You like, Baby?" he asked.
"I love it," she whispered, and she began to move her ass to show him how much she liked it.
She was no longer the preacher's wife but a cunt in heat-an animal who needed a big cock in her-I pussy. He had satisfied her with his tongue but already she could feel the fires within her growing stronger. She spread her legs a little wider and kept swinging her ass.
"Yeah, Baby," he said. "Shake it. I like to see a bitch shake her ass."
She kept shaking her ass for him even while he moved close enough so that his bloated cock-head rubbed against her pussy. She pushed back against him so that his cock-head popped into the lips of her cunt.
"I need it!! she cried. "I need it in me. Put that big cock in my pussy."
"You want to be fucked?" he asked.
"Oh yessss," she cried. "Oh fuck yes. I need to be fucked. I need it so bad!"
He slammed his thick prick into her. She felt his rod tearing the walls of her cunt apart and she didn't mind the little bit of pain that came with the pleasure. She moved forward and then slammed her ass back against him again. His bloated cock felt like it was sliding deep into her belly.
"I love it," she said. "I love your big rod. I love your hot fucking prick."
He pulled half of his throbbing prick out of her wet hot pussy and then gave her a delicious deep stroke. He began to fuck her in long hard strokes that made her rock all over with joyous spasms of pleasure.
If only Bruce could fuck her like this!
"Give it to me harder," she shouted. "Oh, give me every inch of your fat cock! I love it!"
She squirmed like a woman on fire as she felt the first swelling of his hot prick-head.
"You're going to give me your hot juice," she shouted. "I want it! I want your cum!"
"Yeah, baby," he said. "I'm going to give your fucking cunt a bath!"
A feeling of pleasure filled her stomach as she drove herself back against his cock. She felt her nipples grow harder and more sensitive, and she wished that she had another man there. She was getting used to having two men.
"I'm going to come," she screamed. "I'm going to come! You big fucking bastard, give it to me! GIVE ME YOUR CUMMMMMM!"
She rocked back and forth with delicious pleasure and she tightened her cunt on his prick with each hot spasm. She could tell he enjoyed it. He began to slam his prick into her a little faster. She felt the first hot spurt of his thick cum.
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, fill me up!"
"I'm going to fill your cunt, you bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to fill your fucking cunt. Bitch, Bitch, ahhhh, you fucking BITCHHHHHHHH! "
He drove it into her deep and his prick began pumping out his thick cock-cream. She kept writhing against him until she was sure that she had drained every drop from his hard prick. Finally she felt his prick grow limp and slip from her pussy.
His wet cock rubbed against the insides of her thighs and left her shivering.
"Ummmm," she said softly. "That was good!"
"And I'm not finished with you yet, Baby," he said softly. "I've got a gallon of cum for you!"
She felt a little shivery as she looked at his thick, muscular body. He did look like he could go again, and again. He was more man than she been with in a long time. He stretched out on his back and put his hands beneath his head.
"Come on, little pussy," he said. "Be nice to me. Show me how the preacher's wife sucks a cock." She leaned over him and kissed his lips. She pushed her tongue deep into his throat. He responded by grabbing her tits in an almost painful grip. He ran his thumbs over her big nipples and she felt them growing stiff again.
"I always like a bitch with big tits," he said, "it gives a man something to get his fingers on."
He put his hand on the top of her head, his fingers tangling in her rich black hair. He gripped her head tightly and began to push her down. She touched her lips against the hard rock of his belly . There was no fat on this man. She could get hot just looking at him.
She went lower until her mouth was touching his dick hair. She ran her tongue over his curly hairs and sucked some of them into her mouth. He groaned and pushed her head lower.
Already she could sense his excitement as her lips touched the top of his dick. He was the kind of man who grew excited quickly. She stabbed at his tiny hole with her tongue and she tasted his juice mixed with her own.
"That's it, preacher's pussy," he said. "Lick it up. Make my dick hard again!"
She sucked the crown into her mouth and kept stabbing at the tiny hole with her tongue. She felt the pulsating warmth come to his cock-head, and she also felt it swelling with his excitement. She kept her lips locked around just his crown until he had grown as hard as rock.
Then he could stand it no more and he was firmly pushing on the back of her head.
"Come on, pussy," he said. "Suck it up. Take that fucking hot rod into your mouth. Come on, baby. Show me how you like to suck cock!"
She opened her mouth wide and began sucking the length of his throbbing meat into her mouth. She choked on the size of him but he didn't rush her. He allowed her to take her time and his gentle urging finally let her take all of his prick into her mouth. She felt the first snug pressure of his balls, felt his thick rod deep in her throat, and she felt a flush of pleasure. This was really taking care of a man. She was giving him the kind of pleasure that only a few women could give.
"Suck it now, Bitch," he moaned. "Suck it good. Suck my cum out! I've always wanted to blow it right in a preacher's wife's sweet sucking mouth."
She slid her lips up and down his thick rod and she tasted more of his lubricating fluid leaking into her mouth. His cock began to feel slimy as her saliva mixed with his cock-cream. She didn't mind that. She sucked faster and she found ways to use her tongue around his thick meat. She wanted this to be one of the best blow-jobs he'd ever had.
"Yeah, you fucking cunt," he groaned. "Yeah, that's it. You know how to fucking suck!"
He had both hands on her head and he had started to pump his prick between her lips. He wasn't really excited yet as his hips came off the bed with only a slow, steady rhythm. She kept feeling his heavy cum-filled balls rubbing against her chin each time he thrust deep into her mouth.
"You sure are sweet," he said. "You sure are fucking sweet!"
More of his fluid oozed down the back of her throat. She moved her head faster. She let her teeth scrape against his sensitive stem and rubbed his balls with her tongue.
"Ahhhh fuck," he said. "Fuck, you're getting me there! You're a sweet bitch! A sweet sucking bitch!"
He thrust off the bed faster and faster and she could no longer control her movements. She relaxed and let him guide her head exactly as he wanted. She felt his thick knob growing each time he pressed it against the back of her throat.
"I'm going to give it to you," he said. "I'm going to blow it in your mouth! I'm going to give you a fucking mouthful, Bitch!"
She knew he wasn't going to release her when he spurted into her mouth and she prepared herself to swallow his jism.
"Here I come," he shouted, as he crammed his meat as far as he could into her. mouth. "HERE IT FUCKING COMESSSSS!"
She started swallowing quick as the viscous fluid spurted over her tongue and down the back of her throat. He had a thick salty flavor and she didn't mind swallowing his cum. It made her throat feel warm and sticky.
"Ahhhhh, Baby," he moaned. "You know how to make a man happy. Swallow that stuff. Swallow my cum!"
She swallowed all his juices and then began licking his prick clean. At that moment she felt as satisfied as she'd ever felt in her life. But the feeling worried her. It was taking more and more to keep her satisfied. If this Kept up she wondered what was going to happen to her marriage.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The adult movie house was one of the best in town, but it was still located in a bad place. Deborah was aware of the leers she got as she paid her money and went inside. It was dark but it felt clean. At least there were no drunks prostrate in the hallway as she had expected.
She was supposed to be doing hospital work but she couldn't get the advertisement in last night's newspaper out of her mind. It was a new movie called "Preacher's Porno Wife" and Deborah had a feeling she knew who the wife was.
The movie hadn't started yet. She found herself a seat and she tried to sink down in the chair as far as she could. She felt like she was stark naked.
The movie started.
Deborah gasped as the first face she saw after the credits was her own. It was the scene she'd filmed with the two boys. She couldn't take her eyes away as the lewd film ran. She hadn't realized how close the cameras had gotten, and how well they had filmed her. The young boy pulled the sheet down and every line of her lush body was visible.
"Oh no," Deborah said softly. She was hoping that she wouldn't be recognized, but if anyone who knew her saw this film they would know who she was immediately.
She felt sick to her stomach.
She was ready to leave the movie house, but before she left another scene flashed on the screen. This time it was Bart and the young blonde girl. Deborah found herself interested. A warmth spread through her body. She realized how things like this could turn someone on. There was certainly something interesting about it.
"I've got to get out of here," Deborah said softly, but she kept watching the screen.
After Bart and the young blonde, she was on the screen again. She hadn't realized that anyone had filmed what had happened between her and Tom. But someone had. She looked even more lewd.
There was a movement on her left and she slightly turned her head. A man had moved to the seat beside her. He was a short, fat man in a business suit. His knee touched hers.
"You here alone?" he asked.
Deborah didn't answer.
"I come here alone a lot," he said. "My wife doesn't like this sort of movie."
Deborah moved her knee away but he followed. He kept up the same gentle pressure.
"How do you like the movie?" he asked. "I think it's pretty good. Not much of a story but they found some good looking women. Especially that dark-haired one."
Deborah realized he was talking about her and she felt a warm flush of pleasure. It was crazy but she was pleased by this fat man liking her on the screen. This movie probably meant that there would be hundreds of men getting turned onto her.
"I don't often see a really pretty girl in a place like this," the man said. "And you're a really pretty girl."
Deborah quit trying to remove her knee. She was getting hot. There was more action unfolding on the screen. This time Bart was making it with two girls. One girl was licking his ass while he was fucking the other one, his big, hard cock going deep into her pussy with each stroke.
"He's got a big prick," the fat man beside her said. "Do you like big pricks?"
Deborah found it hard to swallow. She wished this man would go away and leave her alone. Or did she? There was something exciting about watching a dirty movie with the lewd man. Something deliciously wicked.
"I got a big cock," the fat man said. "Would you like to feel?"
"Go away," Deborah said.
He was taking her hand in his pudgy one. She wanted to jerk her hand away but she didn't. He pressed her hand on his fat thigh. He tried to pull her hand up higher but she wouldn't let it be moved.
"Come on, Sugar," he urged her. "I've got a big cock. Don't you want to feel?"
"No," she answered.
"Sure you do," he said, "or you would have slapped my face already."
Was he telling the truth? Did she really want to feel his cock? It was certain that there was warmth between her legs and that his knee's pressure felt good. And she did wonder what his prick felt like. Would it be fat like he was?
"Look at the screen now," he said. "She's really sucking his cock. Come on, Sugar. Feel it."
Deborah looked back at the screen at two people she didn't know. It looked like a very young girl on her knees sucking a young guy's cock. It was exciting. The way her innocent young mouth moved up and down on the boy's thick prick. Very exciting!
"Come on, Sugar," the fat man said.
Her hand was slowly moving. She let it move upward to touch the bottom of his prick. Her fingers gently touched the thick rigid rod. She still couldn't tell how big it was. She was letting herself touch it.
"Come on, baby," he said. "You can do better than that."
She put her hand over his cock and pressed hotly just as the young boy on the screen started to come. His hips jerked in piston like movements as he spurted his jism into the young girl's mouth.
"Ahhhh," the fat man said. "Feel that. Feel how big my cock is."
It was a big one! It jerked in her fingers as she touched it. She found herself gripping the length with the tips of her fingers. The fat man moaned.
"Take it out," he said. "Take the fucking thing out!"
There was a wetness between her thighs as she gently eased down the fat man's zipper. There was more fucking on the screen and she couldn't take her eyes from it. She slipped her hand inside the fat man's trousers and found his stiff prick.
"Yeah," the fat man said. "Yeah, baby."
She wrapped her fingers around-the stiff, throbbing meat and pulled it from the fat man's trousers. It throbbed excitedly in her fingers and almost immediately, she felt sticky lubricating fluid covering her fingers.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Just play with it for a while," the fat man gasped, "until I tell you different."
The fat man's pudgy hand found her knee and then slipped under her skirt to touch the warmth of her thigh. She shivered as two of his fingers went higher.
She told herself that this was crazy, this couldn't be happening. She couldn't let this fat man do this to her. But she didn't stop him. Instead she spread her legs wider and let him touch her wet panties.
"You're damp, baby," he said. "I knew you were a hot one. I knew just by looking at you. Your cunt's already wet."
She jerked his prick up and down while he played with her pussy. He found away to slip his fingers into her panties. She gasped as his fat fingers wormed into her cunt.
"Yeah," he said. "You like that, don't you? You're a cunt and you like that."
"Ummmm," she moaned.
He may have been fat and unattractive, but he knew what to do with his fingers. He worked them in and out of her pussy until she was soaked with her juice and every nerve in her body was on edge. Then he found her clit.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped loudly. "Ohhhhh!"
"You little cunt," he said. "You hot fucking little cunt! You're a fucking hot piece."
"Oh yes," she answered him.
Her fingers had tightened around his prick and she was quickly jerking him off. She hardly thought about the fact that they were in a public place. At least she didn't think until she grew aware that she and the fat man were not alone.
She looked up and saw a man leering at them. He was the man who had been in the ticket counter. She started to jerk her hand away but the fat man grabbed her.
"Don't stop, Bitch," he warned. "Don't you fucking stop!"
His grip was strong and she had no choice but to keep beating his meat. She was starting to get frightened. Another man had joined the manager. He was a tall, thin man with a beard. He looked like a drunk.
The fat man took her hand away from his cock but it was only so that he could undo his belt and jerk his trousers down off his hips. Now his thick cock was free and he put his hand on the back of her neck.
"Bitch," he said softly. "Do you know what I want?"
"No," she answered. She really was scared. Things had somehow gotten out of hand. She felt the man pulling on the back of her neck.
"What I want," he said, "is for you to pull up your skirt and take off your panties. I want you to sit on my prick."
"I couldn't do that," she whispered.
"Oh yes you can," he said, his hand tightened on the back of her neck until she felt a sharp pain. "You're going to do everything I tell you to."
She felt someone else's hand on her. She turned to see the manager stepping down so that he could put his hand beneath her skirt. He was pulling at her panties. She fought back by clamping her legs together.
"No," she said. "This isn't right. It isn't right."
"Shut your mouth, Bitch," the fat man said.
His fingers tightened even more until she was feeling a little giddy. She saw the tall man stooping down and he was helping the manager take off her panties. She was too weak to fight. She let them jerk her panties down her legs and she kicked them off. The manager stuffed them into his pocket.
"Spread your legs," the manager said. "Let's take a look at your sweet pussy."
"Stop, please," she begged.
He had her legs spread. She felt his hand cupping her venus mound and his fingers probing at her pussy. She was still wet down there. His fingers slipped into her easily. She tried to fight the warmth that spread through her body. She couldn't. Even when a man disgusted her she couldn't fight the need in her body.
"Yea," the manager said. "You're a hot one. A hot fucking piece of ass. Pull up her skirt."
They made her pull her skirt up around her waist. She felt the fat man pulling her sweater up. She wore a low cut bra and he gave a whistle of admiration.
"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful!"
He unbuttoned her bra and again she couldn't find the strength to fight as he pulled it off. She felt his hands cupping her tits while the manager played with her pussy.
Suddenly the fat man was bending over and his lips took one of her aroused nipples into his mouth. She gasped as she felt his tongue rolling over her hard sensitive bud. He sucked her flesh deep into her throat and kept using his tongue. She felt a chill going up her spine.
"Oh please stop," she begged.
They weren't listening to her. The manager took his hand out from between her legs and pushed her legs open wider.
"Wouldn't you like to have a taste of that?" the manager asked the tall man.
"Sure would," the tall man answered and he dropped to his knees between her legs.
Somehow he got into a spot where his lips could touch her cunt. She never figured out how he did in the cramped positions of the chairs. But somehow he did and she felt the first tingling touch of his lips against her cuntlips.
"Oh nooo," she wailed, but now she didn't really want them to stop.
"She tastes good," the tall man said.
He slipped his tongue between her plump cuntlips. She felt him rubbing his tongue against her pussy walls and that nearly drove her out of her mind. She arched her back as she tried to drive more of her titty flesh into the fat man's mouth.
"She's feeling it now," the fat man said. "Come on, Sugar. I still want you to sit on my prick."
The tall man quit licking between her legs. The fat man settled back in his chair.
"Get it over here, Cunt," he said.
The truth was she was ready for his fat throbbing cock. Her cunt was ready. She straddled him while her fingers directed his cock up against her cunt. She slowly sank down on him until his prick was stretching the walls of her cunt.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Yeah."
She sat down on him completely. His cock was deep in her pussy and she loved the feeling. His knob was pulsating hotly and sending shivers up her spine.
"Now bounce, Pussy," the fat man said. "Bounce you pretty ass up and down."
His cock felt so damned good in her that she no longer cared if anyone was watching. She pushed her tits tightly against the fat man's chest and she began to bounce up and down. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy was delicious. He was in deep and she seemed to get his knob in deeper with each movement.
"You like it, Bitch?" he asked her. "Do you like getting fucked like this?"
"Oh yes," she moaned. "I like it. I like your big fat cock."
She bounced faster as she felt the fires growing hotter in her belly. Her pussy juice was soaking his cock and making his entrance easier each time. She tightened her pussy on his cock until her cunt could feel every inch.
"Fuck," the fat man groaned. "She's making it tight. She's making it tighter than hell!"
He gripped her tits tightly as he began to thrust off the seat. He drove his prick in deeper and faster and she heard his breath quicken. She felt his prick start to swell and she wasn't ready yet.
"Noo," she moaned. "Not yet. Not now. Just a few more minutes! Make it last a few more minutes!"
"Sorry, pussy," he said, with a shiver. "Sorry!"
He bounced up off the seat and drove his prick into her one last time.
"FUCK!" he yelled. "FUCK, IT'ssssss GOOOOODDDDD!"
His prick began pumping his thick cum into her cunt. She gave a sorry moan. She wasn't ready for him to come. It should have lasted a few more minutes. She tried to keep him hard by squeezing her cunt walls together. She felt his sticky jism leaking from her pussy onto her thighs. She didn't care. If only she could keep his prick hard. She couldn't. She felt his fat cock slowly going limp and slipping out of her pussy.
"Nooo," she moaned.
"Don't worry, Sugar," the fat man assured her. "Somebody here will take care of that itch."
"Sure, Baby," she heard the manager say. Already he was pulling on her shoulder and trying to coax her away from the fat man. "I can take care of your hot pussy. I can take care pf it real good."
"Me too," the tall man said.
She should have known that all of them intended to fuck her, but she was still shocked. Being fucked by these men would make her a real cunt. She wouldn't be able to turn down any man if she let these men have her.
But she didn't stop them.
The manager pulled her off the fat man and made her stand beside him. He kissed her mouth while he ran his hands over her firm, hot titties.
"You've got a nice pair," he said. "A nice big pair of tits. I like my women with big tits."
He pinched her and she cried out softly. She had the sudden impulse to run. She knew the manager was the kind of man who was rough with women. He would fuck her like an animal. Already he was pushing his crotch against her so she could feel his hard bulge.
"Turn around," he said. "Turn around and let me feel your big ass against me."
She didn't run. She didn't even protest. It was shocking but she found herself willing to do anything just to have another cock in her pussy. She had a hot itch that needed scratching and it didn't matter what kind of animal scratched.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "Turn like that. Now bend over a little. Yeah! Rub your ass against me! I liked your ass when I saw you walk in. Nice and round and hot!"
She leaned against one of the seats as she heard him unzip his trousers. Then his hot meat was against the back of her thighs. He held it and rubbed the wet knob against her pussy hole.
"Are you hot, Baby?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm hot. I'm hot. I'm really hot!"
"Then you're just a fucking cunt who wants my cock?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm a cunt who wants your cock. I'm a fucking cunt!"
Her talking to him that way made all the difference. He might have intended to make her suffer longer but she had taken him past the point where he could control himself. She felt his knob pressed against her cuntlips.
"Move your ass, sweet bitch," he groaned.
She began to move her ass in a slow movement back and forth as his cock slowly inched into her cunt. He was in all the way. She felt his balls snug against her. He held it there for a few minutes and she heard him sighing.
"She's a tight fuck," he said. "I'm really going to give her a fucking."
"Yes, do," she agreed.
He was just like an animal in his fucking. He reached around and grabbed her hanging titties and then he began ramming his prick into her hot hole. He wasn't gentle. His prick would have tom apart her cunt walls if she hadn't been already wet and willing.
"Yesss," she moaned savagely. "Like that. Fuck me hard like that!"
He held her tits even tighter as he jabbed his cock into her pussy again and again. She felt the first tingling spasm in her stomach.
"I'm coming," she cried. "Oh, give it to me hard! Harder! I'm coming! I'M COMINGGGGG!" Her hot juices flooded his prick and her ass wiggled like crazy. He seemed to enjoy that. His pumping grew furious. She winced as he nearly tore her tits off with his animal grip.
"I'm going to flood your cunt," he said. "I'm going to pump my juice in your cunt!"
"Give it to me," she cried. "Give me every drop! I want your cummmm!"
She heard him groan as he drove his prick deep into her belly one last time.
"I love your sweet cunt," he yelled. "I'm going to give it a fucking bath. I LOVE YOUR CUNTTTTT!"
She felt his hot juice exploding into her cunt again and again. He had thick cock cream that dripped from her pussy onto her thighs. She didn't care. She felt like a cunt. She kept wiggling against him until every drop of his juice had been pumped into her hot cunt.
"You're a sweet bitch," he groaned. "You're a sweet fucking bitch!"
He liked her cunt because he kept his prick inside her for a long time.
Finally it went limp and slipped out of her.
She had forgotten the third man but she wasn't allowed to forget him for long. He was immediately ready to take the manager's place. She started to straighten up and she felt his hands coming around to grip her titties.
"Don't move yet," he said. "I want a little of your sweet cunt."
She had no choice but to let him stick his prick into her pussy. She moaned as she felt his prick slide into her wet, tender cunt. She knew she was going to be sore. The manager had given her a real hard fucking.
"Damn," the tall man said. "They've got you too messy down here. I know what I want."
He took his prick from her pussy and turned her around. He pressed on her head until she went down to her knees on the hard floor. His prick brushed her lips. She knew that she would be better off if she could get it over with quickly.
She sucked his hard prick into her mouth as deep as she could. The knob throbbed against the back of her throat and she tasted his thick juices leaking into her mouth. He was damned excited. She knew he wouldn't be able to last for long.
She could hear a new movie starting as she began sucking his prick. She scraped his cock with her teeth each time she pulled back her head. Then she would slowly suck his rod into her mouth until his knob was once more at the back of her throat. "Ohhhh fuck," he groaned. "Fuck!"
He grabbed her by the back of her head and began to mouth fuck her. She relaxed and let him set the pace. She could feel his prick already swelling.
"Fuck, I'm going to fill your mouth, you bitch," the tall man said. "I'm going to fill your mouth!"
The other two men shouted encouragement as he drove his prick into her mouth harder and faster. She felt another spurt of his lubricating fluid.
"Ahhhhhh fuck," he yelled. "You're going to taste my cum, Baby! You're going to taste my fucking cummmmmm!"
He held her tightly as his prick erupted into her mouth. She started to swallow the slimy fluids down-but that wasn't what he wanted. He pulled his prick out and began spraying her face with his sticky jism.
"That's how I like it, Bitch," the tall man said. "I like to have a bitch on her knees with her face full of my cum. That's how I like it!"
He spurted once more into her face and then he wiped his cock in her hair. The three men had finished with her. She didn't say anything as she dressed herself. The manager wouldn't give her panties back to her. He wanted to keep them to remember her by.
She left the movie house as quickly as she could.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bruce Sanders was feeling scared to death as he parked his car and walked up the sidewalk to the apartment. He knew that it was his job to talk to married couples about their problems. But he usually talked to them in his office. And he never talked to one partner without the other.
But Betty Liles had convinced him that he should visit her by herself and hear her problems. The tiny, vivacious redhead had been so insistent that he couldn't refuse.
He wondered what Deborah would say about the thoughts that were going through his mind as he rang the doorbell. His wife was such a prude. And she would never believe that he would be tempted like other men to climb into another woman's bed.
But Betty was very tempting and she had been giving him a come-hither-look for a long time.
Not that there hadn't always been women who gave Bruce that kind of look. Usually he just shrugged it off as being the problem of a woman's emotions. But the pretty redhead was different. There was something about her that appealed to Bruce.
At times he couldn't quit thinking about her.
He rang the doorbell again. This time she opened the door and he had his breath taken away. She was dressed in a clinging green thing that showed off her full breasts and her wide hips. For a tiny woman she had the perfect figure.
"Come in, Preacher," she said. "I'm so glad you could come. I know it's late and all."
She held the door open for him and he smelled her sweet perfume as he brushed past her. It had been a long time since a woman had made him feel this way. Perhaps, if it wasn't for his wife being so much of a prude ... But he shouldn't think of Deborah that way.
"You have a very nice apartment," Bruce said, as he looked around.
"Oh, thank you," Betty said lightly. 'I'm glad someone likes it. You see, that's one of the problems I'm having with Dan. He wants to make a move to the country."
"That could be nice," Bruce remarked.
"Oh, I couldn't stand it. It would be too far away from everything I love."
"I'm sure you'd get along very nicely in the country," Bruce said.
"I couldn't," Betty insisted. "That's where Dan is tonight. Way out in the middle of no place looking at property. He won't be back until early in the morning."
Bruce tried to ignore the suggestiveness of her tone. He walked around the apartment looking at the furniture and at the books. Anything to keep his mind off the seductive woman named Betty. He kept-asking himself why he had come. He shouldn't have. It would be awful if the people in his congregation found out he'd been visiting women with husbands away.
Especially Betty, for she had a reputation around the area. How had he heard one man put it, "watch out for Betty. She's been Miss Hot Pants for as long as I can remember. She'll do it anywhere and anytime and in any position, as long as she likes you."
Bruce hadn't been meant to hear that. He had been standing outside a doorway and the men had looked a little guilty when he walked in. He didn't say anything about it, but his mind kept dwelling on it. She'd do it anytime with anyone. And he kept wondering if she might do it with him.
Now he stood alone in her living room and she was dressed in a sexy outfit and he knew she'd do it with him if he tried.
"You know," Betty said. "I didn't think you'd come. Not tonight. Everyone says you're a real prude about some things."
"Is that what they say?"
Betty pressed her breast against his upper arm. He felt like tearing her clothes off but he stopped himself. But he could feel the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Oh yes," Betty said. "Everyone says you're a prude. You never let any of the girls get close and a lot of them would really like to. I'd like to."
"Would you?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," Betty said. "When I like a man I really like him. I'm not shy a bit."
She kissed him. He had half expected it but it still came as something of a shock. Her lips were soft and sweet and teasing. He could feel his prick grow stiff as rock. She pressed her body dose to his. He knew she could feel his bulge. He gently pushed her away.
"Ahhh," she said.
"I thought I came her tonight to talk about problems you were having with your husband," Bruce said.
"Come on, Preacher honey," she said. "You're not stupid. You know why you came here tonight. You've been wanting to fuck me as bad as I've wanted you. Let's don't play any games."
He could feel his face getting red. This wasn't what he thought would happen. Sure, he had thought she would tease him and make eyes at him but to come right out and say a thing like that. He had never known a woman that bold.
"What's the matter?" Betty asked. "Did I shock you? Well don't be. You're not different from the other men in your congregation, and I've fucked most of them."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing," he said.
"Maybe you can believe this," she said, and she reached for his cock. She gripped his steely flesh through the material of his trousers. And he could actually feel the heat of her fingers. He had never known a woman like Betty.
"Oh, you like that," Betty said. "I can feel you do. What s the matter? Doesn't Deborah play with your cock enough?"
"Sure," he gasped weakly.
"You're a liar," she said.
Her experienced fingers unzipped his trousers. A second later he felt her hand groping in his shorts. She found his stiff length and she tugged it out of his trousers.
"You've got to stop this," he protested.
"I'm not going to stop," she said. "I'm going to give you what you really need."
She dropped to her knees. He looked down at her delicate beautiful face poised just above his steaming prick. He watched her lips part and he felt his throbbing meat slowly sliding into her mouth.
He couldn't believe it. This had never happened to him before. It was the most thrilling thing that had ever happened. He could feel hot shivers all over his body.
"You shouldn't," he groaned. "You shouldn't do that. You really shouldn't."
But she wasn't listening to him. His hard rod was slowly sucked all the way into her throat. He had never thought a woman could do that. He could feel his throbbing knob at the back of her throat and his balls resting against her chin.
Slowly she brought her lips back up the length of his prick. He felt her lips sucking at him and her tongue playing with his hot flesh. She raised her head from his prick but he felt her tongue stabbing at his tiny hole.
"Ummmm," she moaned. "I like to suck cock. I like having a man's hard prick in my mouth."
Her lips closed over his crown. She began to chew on his sensitive ridge. She kept nipping him with her teeth. He could feel his balls swelling up with more cum than he could ever remember having.
He hardly thought about what he was doing as he reached for the back of her head. He gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her thick red hair. He began pulling her back and forth over his cock. He jerked her faster as he felt the first of his hot lubricating oils filling her mouth.
She jerked back suddenly and caught him by surprise. "No," she said. "I want you to come in my face. I want to feel your juice on my skin. Have you ever done that before?"
"No," he groaned softly. Bruce knew that he'd never really done anything before. Not the kind of things this woman had in mind. He had been sheltered all of his life. This was the kind of thing he'd always been protected from. How many times had he been warned about a woman like this?
Yet, he knew he couldn't stop.
"Take your trousers down," she said. "Slide them off along with your shorts. I'm going to show you something really fun."
He quickly unbuckled his trousers and slid them down to his feet. Then his shorts. She gingerly lifted his heavy wrinkled balls. She massaged them with her fingertips and then pressed her lips against them.
"I'm going to get down a little lower," she said. "Don't do anything at all."
She wrapped her hot hand around his staff as she went lower on the floor.
"I'm going to make you very, very happy," she said.
He groaned when he felt her tongue stabbing below his balls. She was going toward his asshole. He couldn't believe it when he felt her tongue slowly rimming his asshole. It was obscene, but it was also fun.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he groaned, as her tongue slipped into his asshole and her hot fingers pumped his rod faster. She moved away from his ass and held her lips at his balls for-a few moments. Then she was sucking one into her mouth and chewing on it like she would chew on a piece of candy.
She fingered the other ball while she kissed on that one. He could feel a powerful tension in his balls and he knew that he would soon be shooting his wad into her sweet face.
She slid her lips up the length of his cock again and then die turned her face so that she was just below his cock-head. He could feel the pressure growing.
"Come on, Baby," she said. "Come on and shoot it into my face. Show me that you're a man with a lot of cum. Come on, sweet baby."
He was coming. He couldn't help it. He couldn't help looking down to see what happened. Her fingers moved faster on his cock, and he could feel her fingernails biting into the skin as she pumped.
"Ohhhhh fuck," he groaned. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come. I'm going to come, Baby! OH BETTTTTYYYYYY! "
He was watching as his jism erupted from the tip of his prick and spurted into her face. He could see his cum striking her face on her chin, her lips, her eyebrows-a gallon of his jism flooding her face.
And she didn't seem to mind.
At the last moment she opened her mouth and sucked his rod into her mouth. She sucked his rod deep until he could feel himself at the back of her throat again. Her deep throat muscles were somehow working on his staff, sucking more of his jism out.
"Oh, Betty," he groaned softly.
Finally she raised her head from his prick and there was a shy smile on her face. Her face was stained from his jism but he thought that he had never seen a woman more beautiful.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said.
He nodded. At that moment he wanted to go into the bedroom with her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He helped her to her feet and they walked together. She took his arm and pulled it around her waist. She pulled at his hand until he was touching the gentle slope of her tit.
"Do you like my tits?" Betty asked.
"Oh, yes," he answered.
"You'll like them better when you see them," Betty said. "All the men say I have a nice pair. Maybe not as big as your wife's but they're nice."
He wished she hadn't mentioned Deborah. Bruce started to feel a little guilty again. But she didn't let him feel guilty for long. They got into the bedroom and Betty immediately turned to undress him. In a few minutes she had his clothes stripped off and she was pulling at his prick again.
"I bet it won't take long for you to get hard," she said. "I bet you've been saving it up just for me.
While she massaged his dick he reached for her tits again. This time he massaged them with both hands and he could feel her nipples growing stiff. He wanted to see them. He wanted to feel the naked firm flesh under his fingers. He reached for the bottom of her gown and she didn't protest.
"Oh yes," she said. "Take it off and play with my tits."
He pulled the green gown over her head and left her naked except for a pair of pale great panties. He ogled her nakedness and thought that he had never seen a woman so beautifully formed. He reached for her tits again, running his fingers over the erect nipples.
"Do you like them?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he groaned.
"Then come over to the bed and kiss them," she said.
He let her pull him to the bed and he started running his hands all over her body. She pulled his head down to her shapely tits.
"Kiss them good," she said.
He sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth, and wet it with his tongue. He released it and moved his lips to the other cherry pink bud. He could sense that he was getting her hot. He could feel her hips moving from side to side as he kissed them. She arched her back and pushed more of her flesh between his Ups.
"Oh yes," she groaned. "Kiss them. Bite them. Make them feel good. I love that! I love it!"
He sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth, as much as he could manage. His hand fell against her thigh. She grabbed his hand and pushed it between her legs. Her strong, shapely thighs clamped on his hand. He could feel her pussy pulsating hotly and he could feel the dampness of her panties. He had never known a woman to get quite so hot.
"Ummm, you feel so good," she whispered. "You feel so good. I could just eat you up."
"You already have," he said.
"Then I'm going to do something else to you," she said, in a low, seductive tone. "I'm going to let you show me how good a preacher can fuck!"
Bruce could feel his prick straining to get hard again. He took her hand and placed it on his rigid rod. She ran her fingers along his hard flesh and she sighed. "Ummmm. I love that. You're quite a man."
He was so hard, now, that his balls were hurting. He wanted to cram the length of his big prick into her snug hot cunt. He had forgotten about Deborah and the fact that he was supposed to be the leader of his congregation. All he knew was that he wanted this lush young redhead's cunt. He wanted it bad.
He put his hand underneath the flimsy material of her panties. He felt her hot cuntlips pulling at his fingers. He jabbed three fingers up into her cunt and she moaned. "Yes. I like that. Take my panties off, take them off!"
He took out his hand long enough to peel the flimsy panties down her legs. She was beautiful. A lush, creamy sex machine. He spread her thighs with his hands and looked into the red cuntlips.
She was slick with her excitement, and had the impulse to do something he'd never done before.
"Yes," she said, her eyes glittering. "Yes, you can. Come on, preacher man. You want to!"
He wanted to badly, but he didn't have nerve enough until she reached for the back of his head. Slowly she pulled his face forward until he was between her thighs. He could hardly breathe, but she was pulling him closer into the warm moist smell of her cunt.
"Put your tongue in me," she whispered. "Hurry, Baby. Put your tongue in me!"
He stabbed his tongue between her plump cuntlips. He tasted her moist juices and the tangy taste of her cunt walls. He could feel her throbbing as he ran his tongue around in a wide circle. He had never tasted pussy before, but he realized that he loved the taste. He really did.
"Oh yes, Baby," she cried. "Oh yessss! I like that! Eat me good! Eat my pussy up!"
He began to drive his tongue into her pussy very quickly. She began squirming beneath him and he knew the fires in her body were growing. He had never had a sense of power such as he had at that moment. She was completely at his mercy. He could make her really happy.
Somehow his tongue found her clit. He sucked the tiny little bud between his lips and began chewing on it. She nearly went out of her mind. Her ass was squirming wildly and he could taste more of her hot juices flooding his mouth.
"Oh yessss," she squealed with delight. "Oh yes, you are one sweet bastard! You're going to make me come! You're going to make me fucking come! Oh, that's WONDERFULLLLLLLLL! "
Her fingers clamped on the back of his head as if to keep him from escaping. But he had no intention of escaping. He kept his face between her legs, sucking at her juices, until the wiggling stopped. Finally she pulled at his head and he came up her body, his bps touching at every spot.
He had never felt as horny as he did that moment.
"I love your body," he said. "I'm so hot. I want to put my dick in."
"Oh yeah, Sugar," she said. "Put it in. Put it in deep and give me a good fucking."
Her legs spread apart and he slammed his cock into her sweet, tight pussy. She was already lubricated well enough so that he had no problem. His dick went into her deep and he left it there for a few seconds.
"Oh, what a big fat one," she said, squirming beneath him. "I love a big fat cock."
He couldn't wait any longer and he pulled his prick out of her and slammed it back again. Her pussy felt so hot and tight and so fucking good. She did something to him that felt like hot fingers grasping his rod.
"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Oh fuck!"
"That's what I want," she cried. "A good fucking. Give it to me like you've never fucked anyone else!"
He went crazy. He began shoving his prick into her as deep as he could fuck. He wanted her to know she'd been fucked as an animal.
He slipped his hands beneath her, cupped her full, soft asscheeks in his fingers, probed at her asshole with his finger, and got her high enough so that his prick was going even deeper into her. He could hear the soft sounds of their fucking, and they were such wet, hot sounds that he was turned on even more.
"You bitch," he groaned. "You fucking hot bitch!"
"I am a bitch," she cried. "I'm a fucking bitch, so fuck me!"
He could feel his balls getting heavy with cum and he knew he wasn't going to be able to last. His fucking strokes became shorter, and he was breathing heavily.
"Ummm," she moaned. "Ummm, yes. I love it. I love it! I love your cock! I LOVE ITTTTTTT!"
At the same time she was jumping off the bed he could feel his cock starting to erupt. "You're going to take my cum, Bitch. You're going to take every fucking drop! YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE MY FUCKING COMEEEEEEEE! "
Her pussy walls kept pulling at his cock like fingers as he began to pump his jism into her. She loved it. Her ass moved from side to side as she sucked every drop his jism into her pussy.
"That's the way it should be," she moaned. "Oh yes, that was good, preacher man!"
And he couldn't deny, even to himself, that she was the best piece he'd ever had.
CHAPTER NINE
Deborah heard the loud scream while she was on her knees lustily sucking a man's cock. She didn't know who the man was, but she had grown used to sucking men she didn't know. In fact, she had grown to love it.
She was tasting the first hot spurt of his cream when the scream came and she heard the splintering of wood and she looked up in surprise.
There were two men in the doorway. Big, well dressed men with smirks on their faces.
"All right, Honey," one man told her. "You can climb off your knees. This is a raid."
"A raid?" she questioned.
"Yeah, Baby," the cop said. "A raid. You know, one of those things where you get arrested."
The other cop thought this was funny and Deborah could hear him laughing all the way down the hall. The cop who had spoken stayed in the doorway.
"Get dressed, Sugar," he said. "You don't want to have to go downtown dressed like that."
Deborah heard screaming and she watched two policeman taking a little blonde out the door. She was only half dressed and she was kicking and calling them names.
"All right, Bitch," one cop finally said. "We'll do it your way."
Deborah watched in shock as he shoved her against the wall and slammed his fist into her stomach. She doubled over and began sobbing. The cop squeezed her tit and then grabbed her by her hair.
"Come on, Bitch," he said. "Don't fight anymore and you won't get hurt."
It was a nightmare!
Deborah couldn't believe it was happening. She was forced to dress and walk downstairs with the policeman. Then she was made to get into the back of a van with people she didn't know. She started to cry and a policeman looked at her with contempt.
"Shut up that noise," he said. "There ain't nothing wrong with you. Shut up or I'll slam you."
She quit crying as soon as she saw that the cop was going to do exactly as he said. Deborah was sick to her stomach but she didn't dare throw up. Now it had happened. She couldn't hide what she had been doing anymore. She had ruined her life and Bruce's life. There would be newspapers and everyone would know who she was. Preacher's wife caught in porno raid.
She was even sicker when she saw the man behind the desk when they brought her in. He was one of the men who went to church with her. She'd known he was a cop but she'd never seen him in uniform. Now he looked scary. And there was shock on his face when he saw her.
"Well I'll be damned," he said. "I really will be damned."
He came to her and took her arm. "I'm taking care of his one, Joe," he told the cop who had brought them in.
"You sure?" Joe asked, with a grin.
"I'm positive," he said.
She remembered his name as he walked her through the police station. Art Wells. He was a tall, good looking man but she wasn't thinking of him as a man at the moment. He was simply the only one who could help her. He was her master in a way. He could speak and she would be ruined.
He walked her into a little room at the back of the police station. He shut the door and locked it.
"I will be damned," he said, looking at her. "How'd you get mixed up in this?"
"It just happened," she answered.
"Does Bruce know?"
"Of course not," she said.
"Well that's something. You're really going to hurt him when he finds out. I always thought Bruce was a pretty nice guy."
"Yes," she said.
"I never thought you were good enough , for him," Art said. "You were always stuck up. You always thought more of yourself than you did anyone else. You were a stuffy person."
"I didn't mean to be," she said.
"But you were. You were so proud that you looked down on most of the men and women around. You looked like butter couldn't melt in your mouth."
She wondered what he was getting at. She hadn't realized he felt so bitter toward her. She really hadn't tried to be ugly to anyone. But she'd always been kind of shy around people and she couldn't talk to them very well.
And the truth was that maybe she had thought she was a little better than the others.
"Yeah," Art said. "You were such a proud, cold woman. And to find you in a place like that."
"Please," she said. "I didn't know how you felt about me, but just because you hate me doesn't mean that you have to hurt Bruce. I made a mistake but couldn't we just forget about it. Couldn't you sneak me out of here?"
"I could," he said.
"Would you?" she asked. "I'll do almost anything to get out of here."
"Almost?" he asked.
"I'd do anything," she said.
He was sitting across from her and now he stood up. He walked to where she sat at the table. She wasn't prepared for the hand that went down the front of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and he squeezed her naked flesh.
"That's what I want," he said. "A piece of your ass. Give me some and I'll let you walk out of here. Bruce never has to know. I could even get the films you made so that nobody would ever have to know."
"I said I'd do anything," she said.
Deborah could feel a pounding in her stomach and she knew that making it with this man wouldn't be all bad. So what if it was blackmail. She had been with a lot worse than him, and that had been blackmail too. And this time it would be for Bruce.
"Suck my dick," he said.
He stepped back and unzipped his fly. He took out his half hard penis and held it gingerly in his hand. He pointed it toward her.
"This is what my wife won't do," he said, "but I figure a cunt like you would do anything. So suck it, cunt!"
She realized he was trying to humiliate her. She knew there was nothing she could do about that. He could do anything he wanted and she would go along with it. Anything to keep Bruce from ever finding out. For some reason she realized how much she really did need Bruce at this moment-when she stood a chance of loosing him. He wasn't a bad man. He was good, even if he was a little prudish in bed. But she knew that she should have tried to help Bruce instead of looking elsewhere.
She dropped to her knees and touched her lips to the man's fleshy cock. She felt it stir under the touch of her soft lips. She began a kissing, sucking motion all over the head of his cock.
"Yeah, Cunt," Art said. "Yeah, I like that."
She sucked his meat into her mouth and she felt it become immediately hard. His knob slid deep into her throat, until she could feel pressure against her deepest throat muscles. She tasted some of his lubricating fluid leaking into the back of her throat.
"Play with my balls," he said. "Play with my fucking balls, Cunt."
She ran her hand up his thighs to slip it into his trousers. She couldn't reach his balls. There was too much material. He gave a sigh of disgust and pulled her hand away.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down. Then his shorts. She noticed that he had heavy, thick balls, unlike any she had ever seen. She wondered if that meant he would have more cum. She lifted them in her fingers as she began to move her lips back and forth over his rod.
"Yeah," he said. "I like that, Cunt. You can suck dick like a pro. Hell, maybe you are a fucking pro.
She gave him all she had because she wanted him to be happy with her joy. She used her tongue and teeth and she began moving her head faster. His slimy meat slid deep into her throat and then back out again. She could feel him pumping more fluid into her mouth.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm going to blow your goddamn head off when I come. I'm going to blow your head off!"
He grabbed her by the back of her head and began pulling her mouth back on his prick. Her mouth made loud sucking noises as he jerked her back and forth.
"I like to have my dick in a bitch's mouth," he said. "I like a bitch with a sweet mouth. You cunt. You mother fucking hole!"
He was still trying to degrade her, and she tried not to think about the things he was calling her. She tried to concentrate on his prick, on giving him the best blow-job he'd ever had.
"You little bitch," he groaned. "You little bitch. I want you to swallow it! I want you to swallow every fucking drop! I WANT YOU TO FUCKING SWALLOW IT!"
Her neck was beginning to get sore, but she didn't stop her movement. She bobbed one last time and she felt his hot cum spurting into her mouth.
She started gobbling up more of his prick and frantically teasing his balls as his thick cum pumped into her mouth. She began to swallow, liking the sliding feeling of his cum going down the back of her throat. The truth was she enjoyed sucking him almost as much as he enjoyed it.
She kept her mouth on his prick until he was finished. Then she raised her head.
"Was I good enough?" she asked.
"You were the perfect cunt," he said. "Just perfect. But now I want to fuck you."
"You can do anything you like," she said.
The truth was she wanted him to fuck her. Already she could feel hot dripping juice between her legs and she wanted a stiff cock to fill her hole. She didn't want to seem too excited because she didn't want him to think she was that much of a cunt, but she wanted his stiff prick.
"Strip it off, Cunt," he said. "Let me see what you've got to offer."
He may have been trying to treat her shabbily but she saw the hungry look in his eyes when she stripped her clothes off. He liked her lush body. He couldn't disguise that. He licked his lips over her big full tits with the hard pink nipples. He was practically dripping saliva at her thick bush.
She realized that one of the reasons he was so bitter at her was because he'd always wanted to fuck her.
"You're fine," he said huskily. "I want some of that sweet pussy."
"It's all yours," she said.
He put his hand between her legs and he felt that she was already wet. Two of his fingers slipped into her hot box. He moved his fingers around and she groaned. It was hard to keep from letting him know that she was just as hot as he was. She could feel more of her dripping juices flooding his fingers.
"I think you're a hot bitch," he said. "I think you want this as bad as I do."
"Yes," she moaned softly.
He quit playing with her pussy and he moved away from her. Quickly he stripped off the rest of his clothes. He also had a good, rugged looking body. She could feel her knees getting a little weak as she looked at him.
"You sure are a man," she said.
"Get up on the table and spread those pretty legs," he said. "I'm going to show you how a man fucks."
She hurriedly got up onto the table and she spread her legs as he asked. He put his hand back between her legs and massaged her tender pussy. She couldn't pretend any longer. She wanted his stiff dick.
"Give it to me," she said, squirming around on the table. "I need it so bad!"
"You fucking hot cunt," he said. He climbed on the table with her and as she spread her legs wide she felt a hot shiver go through her. He had a good hard cock and she knew she was going to be satisfied. She forgot that she was doing this for Bruce. At that moment she was doing it for herself.
"Put it in me," she begged him. "Put that big fucking thing in my pussy."
He dropped on top of her and she felt the big knob spreading apart her cuntlips. He shoved it in suddenly and violently but she didn't mind.
"Oh yesssss," she cried. "That's what I want. That's what I like. Oh yesssss."
"You cunt!" he said. "Cunt!"
She no longer cared that he was degrading her. She no longer cared about anything he did as long as he fucked her with that deliciously hard prick. She began rotating her hips as he started to fuck her.
"You've got a tight pussy," he said. "A tight, hot pussy. I like a woman with a tight pussy!"
"Give it to me hard," she moaned. "Give it to me really hard. Fuck my ass off!"
He drew back and slammed his rod savagely into her cunt. Then he began to fuck in short, choppy strokes that nearly drove her off the table. But it was fine. It was fantastic. His prick kept rubbing against her clit and she loved having his body on top of hers. He was such a strong man.
Deborah nearly jumped off the table as he slammed his prick into her again. This time she could feel hot shivers going all over her body and she wanted to get his dick just as deep as she possibly could. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks and began humping up to meet his cock. "You hot bitch," he said. "You like it. You like having a strange man's dick in your pussy!"
"I love it," she cried. "I love it. I love it!"
He mauled her tits with his hands as he began to drive his prick into her pussy faster than any man ever had before. He was brutal and she loved it. She began to concentrate on squeezing her now well trained cunt muscles. She could feel every inch of his throbbing cock.
"Cunt," he groaned. "What the fuck are you doing to me? You cunt!"
He was trying to drive her right into the cold table with his dick. Deborah moaned in pleasure. There was nothing like being fucked and having a man play with her tits. She wished she had another cock to suck on.
"I'm going to fucking blow your ass off, Bitch," he moaned. "I'm going to blow your proud ass off!"
"Yes," she cried. "Give me your cum! Give me all of your hot jism!"
He fucked her faster and harder and she felt the first of his lubricating fluids wetting the hot insides of her snatch.
"Give it to me," she cried.
"You cunt," he groaned. "You're a cunt! You're a cunt with a proud ass. Well I'm going to blow it off! I'm going to fucking blow it off. FUCK YOU, CUNTTTTT!" '
"Yes," she moaned savagely, as she felt the delicious spasms of joy rocking her body. "Yes, yes, YESSSSS!"
They squirmed together and it was a lot better than she thought it would be. It seemed like all the Art's in her life were better fucks than her husband. He left her wet and sore but completely satisfied. "That was so good," she moaned.
"Well get your fucking clothes on," he said. "Get the fuck out of here. You're nothing but a cunt!"
He sounded angry at her, but she didn't stop to question him. Quickly she dressed herself and left ' the police station before he could change his mind.
CHAPTER TEN
"Baby, let me suck it!"
"Damn it, your husband could be home at any minute now."
"Not for a little while. Come on, just take it out and let me suck it. You don't have to fuck me! Let me do all the work. I'll do everything."
Bruce stood very still in his doorway. He had opened the door quietly and now he could hear the voices coming from his wife's bedroom. One of the voices was his wife. He couldn't mistake the sound of her voice, except that he couldn't believe that his wife was saying such things.
He expected to feel angry and hurt but he didn't. Instead he felt excitement going through his body. He couldn't understand it but listening to the voices had turned him on.
"Just take it out, Honey," Deborah was saying. "Just once more."
"No,'! a man answered.
Bruce walked softly through the house and peered in the bedroom door. He gasped. He had never seen his wife like this. She was completely naked and on all fours on the bed. Her raven hair was a tangled mess and she looked as if she'd just had a good fucking from the man who stood in the bedroom.
Bruce had never seen the man before. He was big and broad shouldered and he wasn't the type of man that Bruce would want to tangle with, even if the man was fucking his wife.
Besides, Bruce still didn't get angry as he watched his wife rubbing the man's thick thigh. The man was nearly dressed. He pulled on a shirt and buttoned it up.
"Please, Honey," Deborah said.
"Deborah, you're a real hot bitch but I'm not going to be here when your husband gets home," the man said. "Maybe we can make it some other time."
Bruce hurriedly left the house. He drove his car down the street and sat waiting. He watched the big man leave his house and go down the street to another house. He wondered if his wife was just having an affair or if there were other men--maybe a lot of other men?
Bruce calmed himself as he drove back to the house and made a lot of noise coming in. Deborah was coming out of the shower when he went into the bedroom. She had a short green robe trapped around herself. He licked his lips as he stared at her long legs and the way the robe was filled out by her big loose tits. He had never felt such desire for Deborah. It was the same type of desire he had been feeling for Betty.
"Hello, Darling," Deborah said, bending down to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Did you have a nice day?"
"I had a nice day," Bruce answered. "How about you?"
"Oh, it was normal," she said.
She sat down at the dressing table and began brushing her thick black hair. She called it a normal day. He wondered if she had been spending all of her time fucking when he was away. And how about all those times she was supposed to be at the hospital and other places...?
"What did you do today?" Bruce asked.
Bruce was no longer so turned on. Now he was getting angry. He had forgotten that he had done the same thing with Betty. Deborah had always been so prudish toward him, but she was getting her jollies from other men.
"I didn't do anything," Deborah said. "I mean, just the normal things around the house."
"What kind of normal things?" he asked.
"What is this?" she asked. "Some kind of fifth degree?"
'I'm just interested in all of the things you do," Bruce said softly.
There was something in his voice that made Deborah turn and look at him. She had never heard that nasty sound before. She wondered if he were mad about something. She never even considered the fact that he might know about her. She had been playing around so long that she believed he would never find out.
"What brought on all of this interest all of a sudden?" Deborah asked.
He was looking at her strangely. Staring like he'd never seen her before. He was looking at her exactly the way her next door neighbor had been looking at her that afternoon. That was one of the reasons she had invited him in. He had been a good fuck but he had been too scared of Bruce coming home early.
"Maybe I think I've been neglecting you," Bruce said. "A woman can get very lonely when her man's not around."
"That's silly," Deborah said. "I'm not lonely."
She shouldn't have said that. She had turned around to pick up her brush and she heard his cry of rage. She looked into her mirror and her eyes widened. She had never seen him like that. His face was red and angry and he had his fists clenched.
"You bitch," he said. "You dirty, cheating bitch!"
It was at that moment that she realized that he did know about the things she had been doing. She felt her heart nearly stop. This was the one thing she hadn't planned on. She'd never thought that he would ever find out.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Bitch," he said. "You know damn well what I'm talking about."
She couldn't move as he walked toward her. There was nothing she could do but sit there as she saw his fist swinging. She heard the dull blow against the side of her head. It didn't hurt but it sounded like cannons going off.
She found herself sitting on the floor and she didn't have any idea of how she got there.
"So you like to cheat," he said. "Cheat on me. Cheat on the man who loves you."
"Please," she said.
"I heard you," Bruce said, as he approached her again. "I heard you begging to suck that man's cock. I heard you and that's something you wouldn't even do for me. How many cocks have you sucked?"
Deborah began to get a glimmer of what Bruce was actually angry about. He wasn't mad because she'd found other lovers but he was mad because she had never done for him the things die had done for other men.
"How many cocks?" Bruce yelled.
"A few," she answered.
"You bitch," Bruce unzipped himself. "So you suck cocks. Well, you're sure fucking going to suck mine. I won't be the only man you haven't had your lips on."
Deborah could feel a pounding in her stomach that she knew was the first touch of excitement.
Bruce was acting like a man and that excited her. She had wanted him to act like a man for a very long time. She never would have found satisfaction with other men if the man she loved had made her happy.
"Take it, Cunt," he said.
She was still on her knees so it was no problem to reach for his cock. She put her hand in his trousers and brought his half stiff cock out. She had felt it so many times she could hardly remember, but this time it felt different. It felt like a man's cock. A cock that could make her happy.
"I'll do anything you want," she said. "Anything. Only don't hurt me."
Bruce smiled. "You do what I want and I'll think about it."
She knew he was enjoying his sense of power. She brushed her hair back from her face as she bent over his cock. Slowly she touched her lips against it. She could taste his strong male odor, and the throbbing flesh seemed to want to slide into her mouth.
"Take off everything," he demanded.
She had nothing on but her robe and she easily slipped it off. She felt like she was naked for the first time. His eyes swept over her body in hot satisfaction.
"Ahhh, you've got a big pair of tits," he said. This didn't sound like Bruce at all. "I bet there have been a lot of men who've sucked on them."
"Not so many," she said.
"Oh yeah," he said. "A hell of a lot of men."
He reached down and twisted her tits painfully. She gasped but he didn't let go. He ran his hands over her nipples roughly and she felt them harden.
"A lot of men have fucked you," he said. "You're a bitch who needs to be fucked by a hell of a lot of men."
He continued to play with her titties with one hand while he put his other hand behind her head. He pulled her close to his crotch again.
"Suck on that, Bitch," he said. "Show me how you suck cock!"
Her lips touched his flesh and she tingled hotly. She began licking around the crown, licking all of his male taste into her mouth. She licked along the length of his cock down to his balls. She lifted each of his swollen balls with her tongue.
"Rim me," he said. "Stick your tongue in my ass.
She didn't hesitate. She pushed her face down as far as she could and she found his asshole with her tongue. She licked the outer edge of his asshole and then probed the inside with her tongue.
"Yeah, Bitch," he said. "You're showing me just what a cunt is capable of."
She kept rimming his asshole until he made her stop. He pulled her head back and placed his shiny knob against her cheek. She remained still as he rubbed his cock-head down her face to her big tits.
He rubbed Ms knob over her titties.
"Yeah," he said. "You do have a nice pair of tits. Big and creamy."
He lowered his hand to the back of her neck and gripped her tightly. She had the feeling he wasn't going to allow her to suck him at her own pace. He was going to punish her. He pulled her face closer and his knob pressed against her lips until she had to open her mouth.
"Take it deep," he said. "Take the damn thing right down your fucking cunt throat!"
She felt the slimy length of Ms rod sliding down her throat. She felt Ms throbbing knob pressed against the deepest part. She began to chew on him and she attempted to use her tongue. But he wasn't going to let her set her own pace.
He gripped her neck tighter and pulled her back from his prick. He began a slow rhythmic action. Her lips moved up and down the length of his prick again and again. He got so deep that his heavy balls snugly pressed her clit.
He was starting off slow but she knew he wasn't going to keep it that way.
"You're a fucking bitch," he said. "A fucking cunt. I'm going to mouth-fuck you. That's what you need."
His gripping hand made her head bob faster. She could taste some of his thick fluid slipping into her throat. Again and again he made her bob her head. Faster and faster. She felt like her mouth was filled with his cum cream.
"You like this, Cunt," he said. "I know you do. Isn't that what you were begging for a few minutes ago? To suck that big guy's cock?"
Deborah moved her head faster and faster and she could feel a wet itch between her thighs. Her husband was turning her on in a way he never had before. She wanted to take this big cock in between her legs.
She tasted more of his salty love cream.
"You're going to get it, Cunt," he said. "You're going to suck every fucking drop. Get ready!"
Her neck was sore but she wouldn't have stopped even if Bruce had let her. She wanted to taste his cum, she wanted to swallow it. She wanted to let him know that she was his woman as long as he could act like a man.
"Take it, Cunt," he said, with a loud groan. "Take every fucking drop! DRINK MY CUMMMMM!"
She had to swallow hurriedly as his hot jism erupted deep in her throat. She kept swallowing as long as his dick kept throbbing and his cream kept pouring down her throat. She loved every juicy drop.
"You bitch," he groaned. "You cunt. Eat me! Lick me dry!"
She held his cock in her fingers and licked at his flesh until she had cleaned it.
Her cunt was throbbing and wet. There was nothing she wanted more than her husband's cock filling her up. She kept licking at his cock-head until he had started getting hard again.
"Get on the bed," he said. "With your sweet ass up. I'm going to teach you a lesson."
She wondered what he meant but she did as she was told. She got on all fours as he directed. It was just the position that Bruce had seen her in when he came home. He ran his fingers between "her legs and felt her wet pussy.
"You're hot already," he said.
"Oh yes," she said.
He left her. She turned her head to see what he was doing. She saw him coating his prick with vaseline.
"Hurry," she moaned. "You don't need that to get into my pussy. I'm wet and ready."
"I'm not going to fuck your pussy," Bruce said slowly. "I told you. I was going to teach you a lesson."
Her eyes opened wide as she realized what he really meant to do. "Oh no," she said.
She tried to scramble from the bed but Bruce caught her by the hair.
"Don't try and run away from me," he said. "Do that and I'll break your damn neck."
. He meant it. Her husband meant to punish her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She bent down and licked his cock even though she didn't like the taste of vaseline. "Please. Don't do this. I'll do anything. Anything. But I've never had it in the ass before!"
"Then it's time you did," he said.
She had no choice. He made her turn around again. She looked nervously over her shoulder as she watched him come close. Then she felt the point of his prick pushing at her tiny asshole.
"No," she begged him.
"I've always wanted to do this," Bruce said slowly. "Always. I just never had the nerve before."
He pushed and she felt a sharp pain go through her. She screamed and tried to escape but his word of warning stopped her. She somehow knew if she tried again then his punishment would be worse.
"Just relax, Cunt," he said. "Relax and it won't be so bad. I could have done this dry. I didn't have to put anything on my prick. Just be thankful that I did."
She was hot but the pain was still bad. He pushed slowly and his prick stretched the walls of her ass. He popped inside. She could feel his knob pulsating just inside her asshole. He pushed into the buttery softness of her rectum and she screamed loudly.
"Shut up," he said. "Relax."
He pushed a little harder and finally the long length of his prick was completely inside her. She felt like a poker was in her belly.
"Oh, it hurts," she whispered. "You're hurting me!
I'm your cunt and ass and tits and anything else you want me to be. Fuck me in the ass really hard!"
He reached up and gripped her tits again. This time he held them tightly as he slammed his cock into her asshole. She sighed each time his balls touched her asshole.
"Here I come," Bruce moaned. "Here I fucking come. Here I FUCKING COMEEEEE, YOU BITCH, YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING BITCHHHHH!"
His prick erupted in what felt like gallons of thick cock cream into her asshole. She moved her ass from side to side to drain every drop from his prick.
"Bitch," he said. "You're completely mine from now on. You do exactly as I want."
"Yes, Darling," she answered meekly.
Deborah was telling the truth. She would no longer need to look at other men. Not when she had a macho stud like her husband willing to make her feel like a randy woman. She could go on being a preacher's prudish wife around everyone else.
But she would be a fucking cunt with her husband, and anyone else he chose.
After all, wasn't that what a good wife was supposed to be?
