Chapter 1
Amy Barker awakened, as she had every morning that month, to the sound of her husband's snoring. Although she had already stopped asking herself why Rick, who had always been such a quiet sleeper, should suddenly develop a snoring habit just as she was starting her new job, she still could not conquer the feeling that she had gone to bed with a faulty water heater. Now she stirred, reached for her pillow, and gave Rick a gentle whack in the head. The tactic worked, but only briefly Rick gave out a few underwater gurgles, then turned over on his back and resumed his imitation of a runaway streetcar.
By then Amy was entirely awake. She sighed, took a look at the clock, and realized that she had only an hour to get ready for work. So far she had been very punctual; one did not get very far with the firm of Robinson and Klein if one was habitually, or even rarely tardy. She jumped out of bed and walked briskly to the shower, turning the water to full volume and the massaging shower-head to needles. The shower-head had been her first purchase after her initial sale, a sort of appetizer, a precursor to the fabulous luxury that she would be enjoying within a very few years. Robinson and Klein had a reputation of making millionaires out of their salesmen.
As she walked from the shower to put on her bathrobe, Amy noticed that Rick had finally gotten up. She went into the kitchen to find him at the table, drinking his morning coffee. As she passed his chair, Rick's arm snaked out, grasped her around the waist and hauled her down to his lap. He looked so determined that Amy could not help laughing. "Rick!" she protested.
With a growl of mock ferocity, Rick gripped the sides of her lovely face, twisting her head, his fingers tugging through her long blonde hair. His lips met hers in a savage, primitive kiss. His tongue drove between her lips, wedging her teeth open.
Even as she felt her passion boiling upward, Amy pushed defensively against her husband. This too was something new, some new reaction to her independence. Always before she had been meekly responsive to Rick's every whim, putting her feelings and moods on hold and allowing him the mastery to which he had become accustomed.
Now she felt Rick's grip on her change, felt his tongue retreat from her mouth and his muscles go rigid. Not wishing to force the issue at what was obviously a sensitive time for him, Amy forced her tongue to follow his, to drive into his strong mouth. Twisting her torso, she ground her small, firm breasts against his hard chest. Her petite body writhed in his lap in a primitive dance of desire as she rekindled her faded passions.
The quivering tautness of his muscles changed slowly into the soft but more demanding grasp of sexual need, and Amy's distaste relaxed and became genuine lust. With her arms engulfing his head and neck, she snuggled herself deeper in his arms as their mouths worked and mingled in a sucking, devouring kiss. His hand slid from her back around her side, stroking the sweeping curve of her rib cage, then cupping and molding to one of her lovely breasts.
Heat built in Amy, sweeping through her. She responded to the warm grasp on her breast by pushing against it, arching her spine and twisting. Her bare legs twined sensuously as the skirts of her bathrobe bunched up against her pussy. Under her firm bottom she could feel the sturdy lump of Rick's cock hardening and thrusting at her eagerly.
Releasing her breast, Rick hooked his arm under her legs. With an easy heave he lifted her and stood up, spinning her giddily as he headed for the bedroom. As before, the display of masculine power thrilled Amy. She clung to Rick's sturdy neck, her head on his shoulder as he carried her down the long hall to their bedroom.
Rick slammed the door behind him with an easy kick of one foot, carried her to the bed, and dropped her from three feet up. Breathless from the suddenness of it all, Amy bounced wildly, then lay still. She was boiling inside, burning up with sexual need. But all she could do was lie there on her back, waiting for him, her arms out to her sides, one leg bent gracefully.
As she lay there she studied Rick, who was busy stripping off his clothes. She focused her eyes on the powerful flex of muscles in his chest, the powerful column of his neck, the hot avid interest in his hazel eyes. The sight of his naked body had always been a reliable turn-on, and she struggled desperately in her mind to keep it that way, to ignore the new and confusing feeling of repugnance that was welling up inside her. How much longer she wondered, then gratefully gave herself up to the immediate pleasure her husband was offering.
The sight of Rick's cock, so ready to penetrate her, made Amy lick her lips in excitement. She wanted to move, to get her body stripped and exposed and waiting for him, but so great was her need that her muscles were only capable of quivering. Still lying on her back, all she could do was to put all her energy into the desperate pleading in her eyes.
She whimpered softly with ecstasy as her nude husband bent over her, his hands reaching in to part her bathrobe. Slowly, worshipfully, he spread the folds of terry cloth (Amy had already promised herself that her next purchase would be a silk bathrobe), exposing her trim torso. Then he put his arm around her waist and lifted her, simultaneously pulling down her panties with the other hand. Then he let her gently back down on the bed.
His eyes swept from her face, with the clear, flawless skin and aquiline nose, down to the pale mounds of her breasts. Her nipples, small and pink, jutted up sharply, almost demandingly. The muscles in her flat stomach rippled and shivered eagerly.
There was no shaking or trembling in Rick's hand as he stripped the robe from her shoulders and arms. She looked up at him to see him grinning delightedly at her naked form. Then he paused. His heart was hammering wildly as he studied his wife's naked and glorious body. Her skin was golden tan where the sun had touched her, pale white where it hadn't. The tops of her breasts were almost porcelain white he could even see the tiny blue veins running through them as they throbbed and heaved.
Then Amy posed arched her back gently, sucked her stomach in. One leg was bent, the other straight, doing nothing to conceal her sex.
"Dear God!" Rick whispered as he lowered himself onto her. His hands gripped her shoulders with desperate, urgent, bruising need.
Amy felt his weight come down on her and let the wind blast from her lungs with relief and satisfaction. Twisting her head so her mouth met his, she clutched at him with the same desperation with which he was holding her. Bare skin slid against bare skin with a hot, satiny softness that was broken and emphasized by the scratch of harsh body hair.
Amy rolled her hips toward Rick's. Spreading her legs, she clasped one of his strong hairy fingers between hers, pressing the hot nest of her pussy against his hard muscle. She felt the hot shaft of his erect prick pressing against her soft flesh. Slipping one slender hand between them, she curled her fingers around the rock-hard, engorged cylinder of his cock. She squeezed it to reassure herself of its power, its hardness, and its familiarity.
Rick's hand slid down Amy's side and she rolled on her back. She let her legs slide down to expose the heart of her sex. His hand scraped over the tender expanse of her stomach, pressed the curls of her pubic bush flat, and entered the moist folds of her pussy. One big finger slid into her hot, oozing nest, probed into the salivating hole of her vagina, felt the warm juices flow over it.
Rick was being torn apart. Amy's body, so small and graceful and young, seemed to beg to be treated roughly. But, afraid of his own strength, he fought to temper his caresses with tenderness. Even so, he knew that in the end their animal instincts would have them both clawing at one another. Her small frame and lithe, ballet-trained muscles could almost match his sturdy body thrust for thrust.
Hooking his finger in her hot, wet, slick vagina, he pulled upward against her pubic arch, crushing her clitoris with his palm. He felt her fingers tighten convulsively around his prick and milk the hard cylinder with a steely, almost masculine strength.
Amy rolled her head from side to side as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her. The hot bar of Rick's cock in her hand was ready and eager. She licked lips that were suddenly, perversely, hot and dry although her mouth was watering with primitive appetite. Deliberately, she remained on her back, battling the urge to turn on Rick and engulf his body with hers. She loved to torment herself, loved the feel of a finger hooked in her pussy, loved the hard pressure of his body alongside hers, loved the touch of cool air on the inflamed tips of her breasts.
Her well-rounded hips began to roll and twist with her steadily increasing need. She scrubbed the wiry bush of her pussy against his invading hand. The muscles on the insides of her thighs were quivering. Her breathing was ragged and uneven as her rib cage and diaphragm lost coordination and began battling each other.
The finger hooked deep in her slick channel was too little to do more than inflame her. The muscles of her vagina clenched and squeezed, but Rick's probe was too slender to grip tightly. With a soft whimper of need, Amy tugged on Rick's monster erection, trying to pull it in the direction of her ravenously hungry pussy. Her slender body was spread wide, was dying to have his full weight grinding it down into the mattress.
Rick slid his body over hers and Amy twisted her head. Her mouth was seeking his, was sucking hungrily. As his bulk covered her, she reamed her tongue hungrily around in his mouth. He pulled his hand from her crotch and clutched her. He was smearing her pale skin with his own secretions as his strong fingers dug into her ribs. Where once she had been ticklish as a child, now, as a woman, a light touch sent waves of lust coursing through her writhing, squirming body, setting her afire with passion.
Ignoring the crushing weight that ground her wrist into her pubic area, Amy guided the head of Rick's cock to the hot, dripping funnel of her sex. Only after she had nestled the big, round knob of his phallus at the entrance to her did she pull her hand out from between them. Her fingers were sticky and slippery with Rick's slimy secretions. She smeared his back with his own fluids as she hugged him to her.
When Rick thrust the hot, demanding, hard bulk of his cock into her, the air gusted from Amy's lungs. It felt so good to have a huge mass filling her pussy. She moved, impatient to have his entire bulk inside her at once. Rick was working his organ into her socket slowly, tantalizingly, gradually stretching her tight, clinging, velvety walls with his engorging prick.
He loved the feel of her body engulfing his shaft. Her vagina was tight and soft, velvety and slick and hot. She felt small and vulnerable underneath him. Her skin was satiny smooth against his. Her clawing at his back was urging him on. As more and more of his cock felt the hot clinging embrace of her vagina, his lust soared higher and higher.
When his cock jammed completely into her, Rick paused. Pushing up off of her, he looked down into her eyes, then moved his gaze downward to notice that her nipples were hard and sharp. His eyes continued traveling down to where his groin met hers, where his pubic hair tangled and mingled with her bushy patch. He drew his cock out of her, watched it slide into view. It was shining and wet. He thrust back into her, deep into her, watching his cock as it slowly vanished, a monstrous, splitting lance thrust deep into her.
"Oh, Rick," Amy sighed. "Oh, fuck me, Rick, fuck me. Hard!"
Rick drew back and rammed at her, hard, and Amy's lust soared as the monster phallus slammed against the end of her vagina. Her clit cracked in a haze of pleasure as his pubic arch smashed it.
When he lowered his weight on her she hugged him desperately, hungrily. Her hips surged and heaved in opposition to his every thrust, increasing the force and speed with which his towering phallus entered her hungry body. Bucking wildly under him, using the rebounding springs of the bed to increase the violence of their collisions, she dug her fingers into his powerful muscles.
Had she wanted to, Rick could have wrapped his arms around Amy's slender body and squeezed her ribs until they cracked. Instead, he hooked his arms under her shoulders, and gripped the side of her head in his forceful hands. His teeth clashed with hers as he tried to devour her. He rutted his cock into her with driving, pounding heaves.
Impatient, desperate to raise her to her peak before his strength gave out, he rammed at her quickly, sharply. His own climax was drawing close, a hot, itching ball of fire that would erupt from his prick in blazing pulses. Every pumping drive of his hips lifted him one notch closer to the fiery convulsion of completion. The nerves of his cock became more and more sensitive, more and more inflamed as he pistoned it in the velvety, gripping well.
Amy's hips were twisting and jerking mindlessly. Her pelvis rocked, twisted, wringing her clit between her pubic bone and his.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped. "Ohhhhhh, I'm coming. Ohhhh, let me have it. Have it. Have it. Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, oh, oh, ooohhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhh!"
Amy's slender body arched in a muscle-straining, joint-popping heave as her orgasm roared through her in a tidal wave of fiery pleasure.
Rick rammed deep into her, thrusting hard, trying to bore his cock completely into her.
Amy felt his cock pulsing deep inside her. Hot jolts of semen spattered the end of her vagina as his cock spewed forth it copious load. As her burning pleasure slowly faded to a delicious, aching memory, Amy milked his prick with her clutching vagina. She clung to him, happily engulfed in his strong, masculine aroma.
The rigidity in his muscles departed abruptly. He was panting with exhaustion as he lay on top of her. He was completely limp. Amy cuddled his body tenderly, fighting back her tears of fear and sorrow. At one time a session such as this would have been only a prelude to an insane day of lovemaking. At one time, both of them would have considered it a "quickie". But now it had somehow become an ordeal, as disappointing as it was fulfilling, and it always left Amy with a feeling of desolation that she could neither control nor understand.
As if to convince herself that things were still as they always had been, Amy held onto Rick desperately. She tightened her arms around him in an iron grip. She hooked her legs around his and hung on as if there would be no tomorrow, as if this had been their last time.