Chapter 3
Bob Long really felt shitty as he walked up to his front door. Jennifer had sounded mad over the phone, and he was in no mood to put up with one of her tantrums. It wasn't his fault his boss was making him work later and later.
He had a hell of a job with a good salary. Most women would have been satisfied with what they had. Not Jennifer. She wanted too much.
He waved at pretty Tina Andrews across the street. Tina was dressed in a halter top and tight white shorts that showed the delectable curves of her ass. Now she was a woman. That long black hair falling down to her ass.
Bob bet that her boyfriends didn't have to put up with any of Jennifer's kind of crap.
Bob shrugged his shoulders and walked into his house. He was immediately aware that something was wrong. Jennifer was standing at the end of the stairs and she was dressed in a silky nightgown that barely covered her.
He caught a blur out of the corner of his eye and the next thing he felt was something slamming into the side of his head. He dropped his briefcase and fell to his knees. He heard someone close the door.
"Now that first one," a man said. "That was just to keep you from doing something stupid. I want to get us started on the right road."
Jennifer watched her husband clutching his stomach and moaning like he was going to be sick. She wished he'd get up and make a showing out of himself. Then she thought that her attitude wasn't fair to Bob.
Bob had no idea of what was going on. And he was not a tough man like Hatchett. He couldn't be expected to handle a man like him.
"Get up," Hatchett said. "You're not dead."
Jennifer's husband climbed painfully to his feet. His glasses had fallen off, but he made no move to get them back. He looked at Hatchett with a puzzled frown.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Well," Hatchett said, "I just thought I'd stop by and bang your wife for a while."
Jennifer watched Bob's face grow pale. For the first time he seemed to notice that Hatchett wasn't wearing anything. He looked back at her, and his eyes were accusing.
"She was pretty fucking good, too," Hatchett said.
Bob got angry but not angry enough to do anything foolish. Hatchett was smiling but his body was tense and ready for anything Bob might try.
"Now you go over there and sit down," Hatchett said. "You can enjoy the show. I'm about to make your wife suck my peter. Would you like to see that? Your pretty wife sucking on my dick? How about it?"
Jennifer wanted Bob to scream or curse, or to try anything at all. At least he could behave like a man. She didn't expect him to be able to handle the convict, but at least he could try.
Bob did nothing. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his head.
"Well," Hatchett said. "It looks like he wants to see the show. Come here, Jennifer."
Jennifer felt her heart pounding as she walked toward him. She kept waiting for Bob to jump up and do something. Between the two of them they might do something, anything.
"I was expecting you," Hatchett said as he sat down at one of the kitchen chairs. "That's why I told your wife to get upstairs and wipe the cum off her face. You know she's pretty good. A fine cunt!"
For some reason Hatchett was trying to make Bob angry. He didn't like the tall, slender man with the intellectual face. That was exactly the type of man who had sat on the jury in Hatchett's trial.
The kind of bastard who had sent him to jail.
"The sweetest pussy I ever had," Hatchett said.
Bob's face didn't change. He looked at Hatchett with a mixture of puzzlement and fear. Hatchett reached out and put his hand on Jennifer's ass. She stood very still as she felt his fingers caressing her through her silky nightgown.
"I told her to go upstairs and pick out something nice," Hatchett said. "Something to welcome you home. You like it? Turn around for him, baby."
Jennifer turned slowly and Hatchett put his hand back on her ass. She felt his fingers squeezing hard.
"She's got a nice ass, too," Hatchett said. "You ever sample any of her ass? I bet you ain't. I bet you ain't even tapped it yet."
Jennifer let out a startled yelp when she felt his finger push at her anus. She moved away but he grabbed her arm and jerked her down into his lap.
"And nice legs," he said.
He pulled her gown up well above her thighs. Bob could see his hand as he squeezed her soft thighs. He moved his fingers higher until he was almost at her pussy.
"But you know, I like her pussy the best," he said. "The sweetest, tightest pussy I ever had. I fucked her twice this evening and it gets better all the time."
Hatchett could do anything he wanted and Bob just sat there. Hatchett pulled her gown up higher so that her pussy was exposed.
Jennifer tried to keep her legs together as Hatchett probed with his fingers.
"Open your goddamn legs," he said. "You were willing enough a little while ago."
"Please," Jennifer begged, "not in front of Bob."
"Open your legs," Hatchett said, "or maybe I'll just squeeze one of them nipples off."
A sharp pain rocked Jennifer's body as Hatchett's strong fingers dug into her flesh.
She opened her legs wider and she felt Hatchett's fingers tracing the outline of her pussy. He ran his fingers gently over her swollen, well fucked cuntlips.
"Yes sir," Hatchett said, grinning, "she's got a sweet, tight pussy."
Jennifer winced as she felt his finger slip into her. He just let it be still for a moment. The way she was sitting Bob could not help but see what was going on.
"Do you want me to make her moan for you?" Hatchett asked Bob.
"Leave her alone," Bob said.
"Oh, she doesn't want that," Hatchett said. "At least, she didn't a little while ago. She begged me. She begged me for my big cock. She wanted to be fucked by a real man. What's the matter, son? Can't you handle a real woman?"
Jennifer blushed red at his words. For the first time she hated the man. He may have been able to arouse her body but he was cruel, and his taunting Bob like this was the cruelest thing Jennifer had ever seen.
"I'm going to get her a little wet," Hatchett said.
He began to move his finger in Jennifer's pussy. She tried to be strong and to fight the feelings. She couldn't. His finger touched her sensitive cunt walls again and again and she could feel wet warmth down there.
"No," she shivered. "Please stop. Not in front of Bob."
"I'm going to get her turned on," Hatchett said. "I'm going to get her sweet little box hotter than hell."
He rubbed his finger over Jennifer's clit and she bit her lips to hold back a moan. How could she get this hot? How? She wasn't the type of woman who went all sick and trembly over a good-looking man.
She wasn't an animal, so how could this animal-like man do this to her?
"Stop it," she whispered. "Please!"
She couldn't take her eyes off Bob's face. She wished he would look away or something but he kept staring at them with that same expression.
Hatchett pushed two more fingers into her cunt. She was filled by his fingers. He began to massage her roughly and quickly, driving his fingers in and out of her cunt like a cock.
"Feeling that?" he said. "I know you're feeling that."
Again and again his fingers brushed her clit until she couldn't stand it any more. She gave a low groan and pushed herself closer to Hatchett.
"Oh God," she groaned. "I hate you but I can't help it. You make me so hot!"
She couldn't forget that her husband was watching, but nothing stopped her. She pressed her cunt even closer to Hatchett's probing hand.
"Rub me," she whispered. "Rub me hard."
She felt Hatchett's cock getting hard underneath her. Once more his large prick was pressed between the cheeks of her ass and she knew he was probably leaking onto her silk nightgown.
"Oh God," she whispered.
He rubbed harder and faster until she could feel the knot in her belly growing. She felt a hot spasm go down her back, then another. She screamed and rubbed her titties against Hatchett's naked chest.
She knew what it must look like to Bob but suddenly she didn't care. God, she was hot. She wanted to be completely naked and she lifted up the bottom of her gown so that her titties were bared. She could feel Hatchett's muscular chest rubbing naked against her own.
"Ooooooh," she whispered. "I'm getting close. I'm getting so close!"
"I'm going to make you cum, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you cum right in front of your husband!"
"Yes, do," she whispered. "Yes... I need it... oh, yes... I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh Jesus, I'm cumming! GODDDDD!"
His fingers got wet as she pressed down on him and let her good feelings rush over her. She could feel that tingling all over as the last shudder went through her body.
Immediately she opened her eyes and saw Bob still staring.
His expression had changed to one of shock and pure disgust. Jennifer tried to pull her gown back down but Hatchett grabbed her arms. He began rubbing his prick against her ass.
"Yes sir," he said. "That's quite a little woman you've got here. Has she ever sucked your cock? Has she ever swallowed your cum? I'm going to let her suck mine. Right now."
Hatchett pulled Jennifer out of his lap. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down between his legs. Jennifer couldn't see Bob's expression any more but she was sure he would still have the same disgusted look.
"Now you suck it good, honey," Hatchett said. "I want to show your husband what a good cocksucker you are now."
Jennifer couldn't. She just couldn't. She looked down at Hatchett's half-hard cock, at the round, sperm-tipped cockhead, and she knew she couldn't suck him. Not in front of her husband. Not this way.
She remembered the way she had practically devoured him before, how she had actually wanted to taste his cum after a while.
But she didn't now. She hated him now and she didn't want to even kiss his cock.
"Get on with it, girl," Hatchett said.
He grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her face against his prick. She could smell his salty odor and the smell of her own pussy juices still on his cock.
She almost gagged.
"You're wasting time," Hatchett said. "Come on, baby. Show the man how you love to suck cock!"
He grabbed her by her head and he forced her head back. He pinched her nose and she couldn't breathe. After a moment she had to open her mouth to breathe and she felt his cockhead being forced between her lips.
"This is one way I learned to make a girl suck your cock," Hatchett said. "You just cut off her air. She'll suck for her life."
He let go of her nose and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. His cock was in her mouth, now, and she had no choice but to begin to work on him. She might as well get it over with. She could make it quick and be easy on herself.
The hell with Bob and his disgusted looks.
But Hatchett didn't want to cum quick. He'd already cum twice and he was enjoying himself. He let her work on his cock, using everything she'd learned. It took her a few moments of sucking to make him completely hard in her mouth.
"Now lick me a little," he said.
She did as before as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. Up and down a couple of times before she popped his cockhead back into her mouth.
Now she began to bob her head on him, sucking him deep into her throat for a moment so that she could feel him pulsating there.
Hell, she was beginning to enjoy it now. It was hard to believe, but she was beginning to enjoy sucking him. She began to move her head faster and faster, all the while using her tongue around his throbbing flesh.
"Jesus," Hatchett said. "You're too good. You're making me hot too fast."
He grabbed the side of her head and began slamming his thick cock into her hot mouth. This time he was determined to cum right in her mouth, to make her swallow his jism. It felt good as hell.
"Sweet cunt," he moaned. "Hot damn, I'm going to fill up your mouth this time. Hot damn!"
His cock was going deep into Jennifer's mouth, deeper than she would have thought she could have taken it. She had her eyes closed as she gobbled his prick like a candy cane.
She could feel it growing harder in her mouth and she sucked his prick in deep and kept it there.
"Jesus Christ, I'm cumming," he moaned. "Christ, I'm cumming! Oh Christ, it feels so fucking good! ChristTTTT!"
She caught a large gob of his jism on her tongue and then the rest of his cum spurted right down her throat. She drank his cum down like milk and she sucked for more.
"God, baby," Hatchett said. "You can stop now. You've got it all."
She released his cock and felt his hand on her chin, turning her face toward Bob, her mouth still open.
"Look at that," he said. "That's my cum on her tongue. Watch her lick her lips like a cat that's just eaten a bowl of milk. Lick your lips baby, good girl! That's my cum. Mine!"
Bob didn't move, but now he looked really disgusted.