Chapter 2
It was only ten o'clock in the morning. Barbara still had the rest of the day to kill. At least the morning started off with some exciting diversion.
Her entire body ached with a dull feeling. Her ass hole and cunt ached deliciously. She decided to take a bath instead of a shower. The hot soaking would ease the discomfort and she could still get a good body wash.
As the water ran in the tub, Barbara surveyed her naked figure on the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. She smiled at her reflection as she gazed upon herself. Her long black hair hung down to her shoulders. Barbara studied her hair style with a critical eye. Maybe I should have it cut, she thought. Something a little shorter, sexier!
Her eyes drifted down to the hairy pubes. The thick curly triangular patch caught her eye. An impulsive whim struck her. Maybe I ought to make those hairs shorter and sexier! Give it a crew cut like Frank wears his hair! She giggled. She left in search of a pair of scissors.
Returning, she straddled the toilet bowl and began to trim her hirsute pussy. Barbara returned to the mirror to appraise her handiwork. It was an improvement over the previous look. The slit of her cunt was more defined now. In an impetuous move, she decided to shave off the hair completely.
Using her husband's shaving bomb, she lathered the hair. With the safety razor used for her legs and armpits, Barbara scraped off the hair. Finished, she rinsed a washcloth in the tub and removed the excess soap. She moved closer to the mirror to study her efforts.
It had been a long time since she saw a naked cunt. She tilted her head a little sideways, assessing the new look. Barbara liked it. Her bare pussy had a lewd lascivious look. There was something about it that was daringly naughty. She wondered whether Frank would like it. Maybe now, he might eat her out! Once, she had suggested it and he became very angry.
She had read about men eating pussy and how exciting it was. Barbara had never had the opportunity to find out. Her new style might change all that.
The shaved cunt had a new dimension now. Twin puffy mounds dipped into a pronounced crack. Her bare pussy resembled a miniature of her well-shaped ass. She was pleased with the results. Sticking her fingers into the gash, she parted the cuntal lips. She laughed at the grotesque look. Tired of this diversion, Barbara stepped into her tub.
She leaned back, luxuriating in the warmth of the water. Her hands were drawn to the nude snatch. The fingers played with the smooth skin of her pudenda. She languidly began to masturbate herself.
Barbara was unprepared for the shock. The bathroom door opened suddenly. A gasp of surprised shock escaped her lips. Standing in the doorway was her neighbor who had witnessed the session she had with Billy. He stood leering at her with a big grin.
"Hi! I'm your neighbor, Mel Tyler. Need any help?" he asked.
She drew the washcloth up to her tits in a vain attempt to shield her boobs from his view. Her thighs pressed together to hide the bare pussy.
"What . . . what the hell are you doing here ?" she angrily demanded. "If you don't get your ass out of here, I'll scream blue murder!" she warned him, her voice rising in a shout.
"Whoa! Whoa!" he answered. He held up his hand in a placating gesture. "Don't get your water hot! I saw the way you enjoyed that session with the kid. I thought you might want to try it with someone a little more older and experienced."
"How the hell did you get in here?" she demanded.
"Almost the same way that kid got in," he replied. "I paid him ten bucks for your key. Funny thing!" he added ruefully, "I could have saved myself some money. When he left, he left the door open.
"But don't play coy with me! I know it's all an act. Now, get your ass out of that tub so that we can have our own little party."
Barbara's face reddened deeper with anger. "I warn you! If you don't get out of my apartment, I'm going to scream rape at the top of my lungs."
He laughed. "Go ahead! You'll have a hard time proving it. First, there's the fact that I have a key to your apartment. Second, there's the fact that you've been fornicating with a minor. That ought to be good for laughs! Then, I could say that you've been hooking. Even if it's not true, it's believable on top of the other facts."
Her anger disappeared. His rebuttal couldn't be faulted. Her visage took on a beaten look. For the second time that day, she was being intimidated into having sex with someone other than her husband. Yet, that was what she wanted! An opportunity to indulge in sex with other men without guilt feelings.
She rose from the tub, water dripping from her body. Mel's eyes swept over her body in a visual assault. He drank in the vision of her succulent tits. The well-shaped body that was perfectly proportioned despite her height and weight. She had well-rounded hips with the abdomen curving forward slightly in an undulant curve. Just below the abdomen was the dimpled bare cleft of her twat.
Mel whistled approvingly at the sight. "Hey, that's all right! I've seen plenty of pictures of hairless cunts but yours takes the prize." He clapped his hands. "Okay, honey, let's get the show on the road! I want to put my dip stick into your tank." His hand cupped a bulge in the crotch of his pants and shook it obscenely.
She wiped herself off and strode past him with a haughty air. Her tits swung with a lascivious looseness and her ass cheeks had a voluptuous bounce. Mel stopped her and grabbed a handful of one tit, hefting it, squeezing it to satisfy his lust. Barbara stood coldly accepting this abuse.
His hand shifted to the firm elastic pads of her buttocks. The muscles of her ass cheeks twitched at his touch.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Easy, easy!" Mel answered in a soothing voice. "I know you're anxious to get fucked. But we have plenty of time. Jee-zus!" he exclaimed. "You're really built! Really solid! That ain't baby fat on you! I'll bet you're a real good fuck!"
His tentative exploration of her goodies and the tenor of their conversation began to excite her. Barbara didn't want to appear too anxious to start fucking. Instead, she employed a different tack.
"Are you just going to stand around and talk about raping me or are you going to get it over with?" She asked in disgusted annoyance. "The sooner I get rid of you, the better I'll like it! You're an animal!" She hoped to provoke him into starting.
"You really have the hots!" he answered. "Okay, baby, let's start."
From his pocket, he withdrew four lengths of clothesline rope. "Lay down on the bed, honey, so I can get you ready." he ordered.
The throat of her cunt started to sweat in libidinous anticipation. A gentle itch began to suscitate her anxious twat. Mel tied her up in the position she assumed earlier. She was on her back and wondered whether Mel would do something different to her. She eagerly awaited his attack.
From her bound position, Barbara raised her head. She watched Mel Tyler strip down. She figured his age at about 30. He was at least six feet tall. A heavy shock of dark hair covered his head. His face was large and square. Narrow cruel brown eyes were studded above a thick nose and thick sensual lips.
Mel had removed a sports shirt and stepped out of a pair of slacks. He wore nothing underneath in anticipation of this meeting. Barbara looked at his hairy body with the beginning of a pot belly. The protuberance underneath his stomach attracted her attention.
His prick stood out majestically from the thick hairy pubic bush. It seemed larger and thicker than Billy's. She was thankful that her ass hole's initiation wasn't completed with his weapon. Mel's heavy balls were suspended in a large sac under his sturdy hard-on.
He grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft and shook it at her. "Now, this is a cock!" he exclaimed. "When I get through using it on you, you'll know you've been fucked!"
She gazed at his piece in silent admiration. There was no question about the awesome-looking prick he held. Barbara wondered whether her body could accommodate it. He got on the bed, squatting over her face.
Her eyes looked up at his heavy dong poised above her face. Close up, his prick seemed formidable. It was obvious what he wanted. "Give me a good blow-job!" he ordered. "I want a trip around the world! So, start on my ass first!"
He lowered his trunk closer to her face. His balls rested on her nose, the tip of his cock tapped her forehead. The hairy buttocks rested on her chin.
Barbara tasted the inner walls of his ass cheeks as her tongue traversed the cleft of his ass. The tip of her tongue reached the brownish crinkled orifice and circled the perimeter. Then tried to penetrate it. She was surprised that the act didn't offend her or turn her off.
She had sucked her husband off many times. Frank never asked her to rim his ass hole. Barbara expected a foul-tasting and smelling ass. Mel must have showered before coming to her. She tasted and smelled his masculine smell.
Her tongue continued to lap at his ass. She found the act a little exciting. "You do that like you're really enjoying it," Mel said. "Start sucking my cock. That should really turn you on!"
He shifted his crotch. Her tongue brushed against his balls, laving it with saliva. She felt his strong cock sliding down towards her mouth. Her tongue flattened against the thick tube and traveled from the base up to the head. Barbara opened her mouth and Mel passed his dick through her welcoming lips.
She closed her mouth about the thick fleshy pole. Mel was definitely bigger than her husband. She found the accommodation of the prick a little uncomfortable. But the taste! Ah, that was something else!
The taste of Mel's cock sent little shivers of ecstasy into her cunny. Her tongue attacked his prick with relish. Barbara's lips warmly encircled a good portion of the cock. With a strong suction, she vacuumed the vibrant dong with short sucks almost completely absorbing it in her oral embrace. With a lustful abandon, she subjected the hard-on to a sensual lingual attack. Her wanton desire was due partially to the lascivious longings that titillated her aroused sexual longings.
Her tongue curled around the rim of the corona and concentrated on the sensitive frenum. She knew the area between the shaft and head of the prick would respond to her oral teasing. Barbara's mouth lavished its bewitching charm on his shaft, urging it to respond in the only way it could.
She felt the spasms begin, heralding the onset of his climax. He began to fuck her mouth, bucking back and forth on his bent legs. The viscous fluid filled her mouth and she slowly let it slide down her throat. She clamped her mouth tightly about his pistoning cock. She was concerned that he might drive his cock down her throat. Since her hands were tied, the only means open to retard his forceful strokes was with her mouth.
Barbara was grateful for the fact that men usually made a final thrust as they came. His orally imprisoned cock continued to ejaculate the libidinous emissions. Finally, the thick effusion stopped. She compressed her lips and moved her head backwards, milking out the last vestiges of his sweet cum.
Mel smiled down on her. "I was right! You really are a good piece of ass! I'll bet that cunt of yours is just as hot!"
He reached towards her clitoris and tweaked it.
"Ouch!" she cried out in pain. The momentary pain brought tears to her eyes. The cruel gesture dampened the kindled spark that had started to grow in her loins.
"What did you have to do that for?" she asked.
"Because I wanted to!" he answered. "I have you in my power now. I can do anything I want to and there's not a fuckin' thing you can do about it."
Barbara suddenly realized she was skating on thin ice with Mel Tyler. It had started out as a carnal caprice. She welcomed his intrusion for the sake of gratifying her lust. This little act of his made her doubt the wisdom of her cooperation with him.
He moved to the foot of the bed. "I'm gonna give you a little thrill," he told her. She saw his hand reach towards her ass. A sharp pain tormented her ass hole as the tender tissues of her sphincter protested the insinuation of two of his fingers.
"AHHRRR!" the cry of anguish tore from her throat. "You're hurting me! Stop, stop!" The digital torture brought tears to her eyes.
"You know that some guys can fist-fuck!" he told her. "It take a little conditioning. You start out by getting a few fingers up the old ass hole. Gradually, you get all five fingers up. Then, eventually, the fist fits in."
The man was perverted! Sickeningly perverted ! "Please, no, please, stop! You'll rip me open!" she begged him.
Her actions and his abuse of her ass excited him. His prick became hard again. He withdrew his fingers.
"Aww, I wasn't going to fist-fuck you," he said, in defending his assault on her ass. "I just wanted to get another hard-on so that I could fuck you."
Roughly, he shoved his prick into her cunt. He chortled. "This is going to be fun! I never fucked a hairless pussy!"
His hands clutched her buttocks, drawing her pelvis closer. He avoided the nuances and preliminary foreplay of fucking. Instead, he started to ram his cock in and out with hard rough strokes. The bonds on Barbara's wrists and ankles bit into her soft flesh. The man was an animal! She prayed for this ordeal to end soon.
She knew it would by the way he was humping her. His hips moved with violent heaves. The friction caused by his churning prick would soon induce his orgasm.
Her senses didn't respond erotically to the pounding cock inside her twat. Her ass hole and cunt's sensitivity were dulled by the rough treatment experienced.
Mel maintained the frantic tempo. His body trembled as the onset of the orgasm seized him. He tightened his grip on her ass and pulled Barbara closer to him. His spuming cock was jammed deep into the throat of her vagina.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He exhaled in a sigh of erotic gratification as the thick globs of cum erupted. "Mmmmmm!" he exclaimed.
She watched him satisfy his lust, disgust showing on her face. As the last drops of cum oozed out, he removed his dick from her ravaged cunt.
"That was terrific!" he said approvingly. "And if you're a good girl the next time, I'll do you a big favor. I might suck you off. Just to show you how good I am!"
"There won't be a next time!" she answered silently.
He removed the ropes from her limbs. She lay on the bed, rubbing her wrists and ankles. Mel put his clothes on.
"You know you're sick!" she accused him. Her boldness surprised her. She didn't know where she got the courage to stand up to him. There was the danger of antagonizing him to the point of being physically attacked.
His laugh was unexpected. "You loved every minute of it! All that kid did was warm you up for me! It won't be long before you'll be begging me to fuck you!"
Of all the egotistical sonovabitches! she thought. It'll be a cold day in hell before you fuck me again!
"Yeah, well keep playing with yourself to keep in practice," she retorted. "Don't call me, I'll call you."
He gave her a dirty laugh. "See what I mean! Don't worry, you'll be chasing after me!"
"Hold your breath! I want to see you turn blue!" she snapped back.
Mel walked out of the room, still laughing. When she heard her door close, Barbara threw a pillow at the bedroom door in angry frustration.
The first thing she was going to do was call the locksmith. Too damn many people had keys to her apartment! After that, she would take another bath. She felt contaminated.