Chapter 1
Cheryl Desmond felt her warm panties rubbing against the hot, moist lips of her cunt. The silky, clinging material was already damp.
She sipped on her drink and tried not to think about sex, but her lustful thoughts kept turning her on.
The dance floor before her table was crowded with good looking couples. The dancers' young, energetic bodies pumped and writhed in the flashing lights, lost in the pounding soul rhythms that filled the air from four giant speakers.
"Well, what do you think of your first visit to a disco?" asked Mona Channing. Mona was Cheryl's best friend. She had finally talked Cheryl into accompanying her on a night out on the town. Mona had to raise her voice to be heard above the music. "Isn't it exciting?"
Cheryl was almost startled by the sound of her friend's voice.
She pulled herself back from a hot sexual fantasy. An especially attractive couple was dancing directly in front of her. The young man was muscular and lean in a John Travolta suit. The girl was smooth-skinned and elegantly foxy in soft, swirling chiffon. Their bodies moved suggestively.
Cheryl wondered what they looked like when they fucked.
She returned to reality, somewhat shocked at the thoughts which had overtaken her. It's only two people dancing, she tried to tell herself. But she was still turned on.'
"It's very exciting," she admitted to Mona. "It's almost ... uh ... stimulating."
"Of course it's stimulating," laughed Mona. "Why do you think everyone comes here? You dance under the lights and fantasize about whoever you want to. Everyone here is fucking each other in their minds and showing off what they've got. It's a great turn-on, believe me. Especially if you've got a stud along!"
Cheryl had to laugh at her friend's frankness.
"Mona, you're shameless."
Mona shrugged. Her well-shaped boobs jiggled beneath a satiny blouse. Her nipples were erect.
"That's why we all come here," she insisted. "And you can't fool me. I saw you watching that couple over there. I bet you show Bill a good time in bed when you get home tonight!"
If anyone else had said this, Cheryl would have been offended. But she had learned long ago to accept Mona's frank way of speaking. And besides, Mona was absolutely right. Cheryl was too sexually excited to be offended!
The drinks, the smoky atmosphere of the place, the loud music and the sexy dancing had combined to have one effect on her: she needed to be fucked!
It was hard to believe that Cheryl Desmond was the mother of two children. At thirty-four, she was still a strikingly beautiful brunette with perfectly shaped, unraised titties and a firm, rounded ass that never failed to get appreciative looks from men who passed on the street.
Cheryl wondered briefly what her two children would think if they could see their mother now.
Jerry, at fourteen, and Susan, a year younger, probably wouldn't even understand the lusting fantasies that were making their young mom's pussy throb with desire for a hard cock.
It's too bad Bill is out of town on another one of his darn business trips, thought Cheryl as she continued to watch the dancers hump and pump to the music. Maybe I shouldn't have let Mona talk me into coming along. I don't want to cheat on my husband. I never have, before. This is no place for me. I should be at home with my children, not here in a disco watching young studs dance while I get horny for them!
Cheryl knew that Mona was right about why people came here-dancing was only part of it. She wondered how many other people were horny at that moment. She guessed that there were quite a few!
She shifted position in her chair, but this only caused the damp crotch of her panties to rub harder against the lips of her cunt, exciting her further.
A number of men had asked her to dance but she had refused. Now she almost wished that she had accepted. Instead, she had sat and watched Mona dance.
Mona was single and didn't have to feel guilty about having a husband. Mona would probably get laid tonight. They had driven her in Cheryl's car so that Cheryl could leave on her own if Mona saw a guy who caught her imagine.
As for Cheryl, she would probably go home tonight and relieve her sexual tension the same way she always did when Bill was out of town and she had to sleep alone-with her own hot fingers playing with her clit and jerking in and out of her dripping twat.
"Cheryl, is anything wrong?" asked Mona, raising her voice over the loud music.
"No, I-I'm okay," said Cheryl. "But I think I'll step out into the parking lot for a moment to clear my head. I'm not used to this night-life, like you single ladies!"
She rose, trying to ignore the way her wet panties clung to her cunt lips. Some fresh air will make me stop thinking about sex, she told herself.
But her panties rubbed her even more as she walked. Cheryl moaned aloud at the delicious sensation of the damp material grinding against her as she waved to her friend and walked around the packed dance floor toward the front entrance.
A stiff, pumping cock would be so nice, she told herself. It's no good telling myself any different. Who am I kidding, anyway? I'm a horny lady and I want to get laid, right or wrong.
She was nearing the end of the bar when a man stood up. He was a big, good-looking guy with an aura of something almost animal about him.
He hadn't looked before he stood, so he bumped into Cheryl. It was an innocent accident. But the man's hand brushed against the front of Cheryl's light summer skirt. His fingertips accidentally touched her pussy through the material.
A low groan escaped Cheryl's lips before she had a chance to check it.
"Ohhhhh..."
The man was close enough to hear the groan. But it didn't shock or surprise him. He didn't remove his hand from the front of her dress. With all of the people around, dancing and paying attention to the music and checking out each other, no one seemed to notice that he was touching her crotch.
A small knowing smile curved the corners of his mouth. He began moving his fingertips in a gentle, rotating caress.
Cheryl gasped again as the man's finger rubbed up and down across the tortured lips of her cunt.
He moved his face forward until his mouth was close to Cheryl's ear.
"You look like a lady with a problem," he said.
"Care to step outside and let me tke care of it?"
His voice was strong and husky. His fingers continued to rub her. Cheryl lost all control. She reached down and pressed his hand even harder against her crotch. He was actually fingerfucking her! His middle finger was pushing the soaked panties in and out of her cunt-right there in the disco!
"Yes-yes," she breathed, hardly recognizing her voice. "I need it so bad. Please ... take me outside. Hurry!"
"Anything for a lady," the stud grinned. Holding her hand, he guided her out into the warm Colorado night.
Cheryl couldn't wait to feel this good-looking guy humping her, driving his cock in between her hot legs. She let him lead her to a sports car. She stopped for a moment as he held the front door open.
"But won't it be cramped in there?" she asked.
The stud turned and took her into his strong arms. He pressed her body to his. her tits mashed against his chest. The pressure against her hard nipples almost made her cum. He slid one of his hands down to her ass and began fingering her ass-hole through her dress and tight panties.
"Do you want it or not?" he asked softly.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Rape me! Right here and NOW!"
She hoped he would be brutal with her. She wanted to be fucked like a common whore!
He grabbed her arm roughly and tossed her into the front seat of the car. Her summer dress fell away, baring her thighs. She spread her legs.
"Take me," she begged. "Hurry!"
The stud unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down slightly. Cheryl moaned in animal delight as the man's cock snapped to attention when it was released from his pants. It looked as hard and long as a baseball bat.
He didn't waste time with any more words, but crawled into the car. Their lips met in a torrid French kiss. His tongue reamed in and out of her mouth, and she gasped and twisted beneath him.
He reached down and slid his hand up the smooth inside of her thigh. The soft flesh quivered and trembled beneath his touch. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked viciously. There was the sound of tearing material as he ripped the panties from her hips. The silk material was dripping wet in his hand. He tossed them over his shoulder.
Cheryl touched his prick. The thick veins along either side seemed to pulsate with a life of their own. She fondled his cock lovingly, making a loose fist of her hand and stroking him. She drew her sharp fingernails along the underside. When her nails reached the end of his cock she squeezed.
He moaned and took one of her lush tits in his hand. He played with it roughly, squeezing and twisting it, pinching and pulling the nipple through the material of her dress. Then he lowered his face to her other tit. He opened his mouth and drew as much of the boob in between his lips as he could. He sucked the nipple loudly.
Cheryl arched her back and pushed her big tit even deeper into his sucking mouth. His mouth was making the material over her tit moist and hot. The sensation of his hard tongue, as it brushed the material of her dress across her tortured nipple, almost made her scream with pleasure.
This man was a beast! He was a savage beast and she was a bitch in heat. And he was about to fuck her in the front seat of his car!
Her bare ass rubbed against the hot leather of the driver's seat. She licked her dry lips and moaned deep in her throat.
She slid her ass along the hot leather of the upholstery, still holding his cock. She drew it forward slowly, until the head of his prick touched her pussy lips. Cheryl rubbed the cock against the lips of her cunt. The cock slid smoothly up and down, lubricated by her warm pussy juice.
Cheryl began rocking her hips in circles, in time to her playing with his cock. She was almost fucking herself with the prick, but not quite. She teased herself, rocking her hips as she grazed the prick up and down the moist lips of her cunt.
But this stud wasn't about to be teased! With a grunt of desire, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and rammed his prick into her cunt.
Cheryl screamed with pleasure. She knew the scream was loud but she didn't care-all common reason had fled. This big animal was practically taking her by force. It was exactly the way she loved to be fucked, but never was.
As the man's prick sank into her willing cuntal sheath, he bit into the soft flesh of her tit. He had been sucking it wetly through the material of her dress, but now he began chewing, while he palmed the other tit even harder than before.
He knew what this bitch wanted. He had serviced many hot women out here in this parking lot, although few had been as horny and begging as this twisting wench!
As soon as his prick was all the way into her, he began pulling it out, slowly-ever so slowly. Once he was out, he shoved it back in again, hard. He pinned her to the seat with his big prick, then began ramming her like a powerful air hammer.
The car rocked beneath them. He hammered her with hard, steady blows. His prick slid smoothly in and out of her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. She clawed at his back with wild hands.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhh, give it to me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, you big stud!"
His only response was to grunt harder and fuck faster.
The springs of the bucket seats were screaming their protest beneath their rocking bodies. The man was half-in and half-out of the car. His feet were braced against the pavement, giving him extra leverage. He was slamming his prick all the way into her, yanking it out and pumping in again. His balls slapped against the quivering cheeks of her hot ass. His nuts were tight and heavy with cum, waiting to burst into the sucking moistness of this screaming bitch's cunt.
Cheryl shuddered with pre-orgasmic tremors as the man roughly parted the cheeks of her ass. He began pushing two fingers into her ass-hole. It was almost more than she could stand. As he fucked her, she bounced up and down on the fingers that were tormenting her shithole.
"That's it!" she cried. "Ohhh, I'm almost there, baby!"
She could feel his cock growing harder in her pussy-if such a thing were possible! She tightened her bare legs around his humping body, locking her ankles at the small of his back, pulling him into her at an even faster pace. Cheryl could feel her pussy juices dripping between the cheeks of her ass, coating his fingers as they reamed in and out of her bouncing ass-hole.
Then it happened. Cheryl felt as if she were exploding into a million pieces. She began bucking and twisting spasmodically, uncontrollably.
"I'm there!"" she wailed. "Ohhhhh, sweet jesus ... I'M CUUMMMIIINNNG!"
"Take it, you foxy bitch!" the man snarled. "Suck in every fucking drop!"
His prick was still for an instant, buried to the hilt in her dripping twat. Then it exploded like a bucking bronco, blasting its load of searing hot jizz deep into her pussy.
They held each other tightly. He shuddered and gasped as his cock continued to pump thick torrid cream into her cunt. Cheryl jerked and twitched. A huge climax washed over her in wave after delicious wave. She thought it would never end!
At last, he looked down into her eyes and grinned with exhaustion and satisfaction.
"Lady," he said, "any time you need some more cooling off, you let me know, okay? Damn! You're the best fuck I've ever had!"
"It was just what I needed, too," said Cheryl. "But I really should be going."
"It's not even twelve yet," he reminded her. "You're not going to turn into a pumpkin on me, are you? We're just getting acquainted."
Cheryl's mind was slowly coming back to earth. Now that the heat of lust had passed, she was beginning to remember who she was and what she had just done.
"Please. I have to be getting home. Please..."
Reluctantly, the stud removed his weight from her. Cheryl tidied herself up quickly, then the man walked her to her car and saw her off.
Cheryl drove home automatically, hardly aware of the traffic around her. Her mind was a tangle of confused thoughts and emotions.
What was happening to her? For the last fifteen years she had been a faithful, proper wife and mother. And now, the first evening in years that she had allowed herself to go out to a bar with a girlfriend, she had been picked up and practically raped in the front seat of a car in a parking lot!
Raped, hell! she told herself. She had been dying for a good fuck and that big nameless stud had given her just what she needed.
But the knowledge and admission only scared and confused her more. What did it all mean? What new world of lust and desire was opening up to her? And how was she going to cope with it?
Cheryl Desmond arrived home more confused than ever.