Chapter 2
Bill James glared at the electric clock on the wall of his walnut paneled office. It was five after five, time to go home. He run his blunt, powerful fingers through his black hair. His hair, which he kept scrupulously trimmed, sprung right back into the youthful, slightly long style as if it'd never been mussed.
Bill James didn't want to go home. He didn't want to face his wife. He couldn't face her. After five years of marriage, five years of putting up with Connie's frigidity, he had had enough. He had started to cheat on her. He was still a handsome man, though his body had begun to soften a little from all the years behind the desk and his skin was pale from being indoors all the time, and when he finally decided to make the move, to pull out all the stops, he could've had his pick of any number of the single and married females that worked under him.
But Bill was ever the careful, calculating fellow. He knew that if he started taking his lovers from the ranks of his employees, the word was bound to get out and get back to Connie. He didn't want that. He didn't want to hurt her and, more importantly, he didn't want to hurt his business. It was a definite plus to be a happily married man, or to give that appearance, anyway, in the circles where he did his trading. So, Bill forgot about the cute stenos and the available account clerks and started hanging out in singles bars on the other side of town.
At first, he'd been so ashamed of what he was doing, what he was trying to do, that he couldn't function. He just sat in the corner and watched the other guys hit up on all the willing girls. Finally, a woman hit up on him. He was a bit taken aback by the boldness of her proposition, but she was good-looking and had a marvelously curvy figure so he went home with her. She fucked and sucked him every which way but loose and he staggered home that night more satisfied than he'd ever been before.
The instant he walked into his house, he realized that he had done something terrible, something unforgivable. By committing adultery, he had broken a bond between Connie and himself. Even as miserable as their sex life was, as unhappy as he was, she had been totally his and he had been hers. Now that that was no longer true, at least on his part, he felt as if he'd betrayed her. When she was her usual affectionate self, coming up to give him a big hug and a kiss at the door, he thought his heart would break. He couldn't allow her feelings to get through to him, not and keep his secret, not and keep on cheating on her. And he did want to go on cheating, too. When he thought about all the other hot, wet and willing women he could have, it made his mouth go dry and his cock twitch anxiously. He wanted them, all right, wanted every single one of them, so he had to wall himself off from her.
Connie was not an insensitive person and she realized that her husband was acting "different." Bill had hoped that she would take the hint that he wasn't interested in touching her anymore, figuring that it was what she wanted anyway. To his dismay as time passed, the more distant he became, the more insistent she became. The few times he'd actually fucked her recently, she was like a stranger to him, squirming, thrashing under his plunging, blood-heated cock as never before. He couldn't tell if she was faking her orgasms or not, if she was trying to get him back by pretending to have a kind of sexual awakening. He hoped to hell she was faking it because it was too late for the real thing. The walls he'd put up between them were too thick. He'd screwed way too many other women in the last couple of months and enjoyed himself way too much for things to ever be the same between them.
Bill James was caught between a rock and a hard place. Sometimes he found himself wishing that his wife would find somebody else, a lover, so that he wouldn't feel so god-awfully guilty. But the idea of Connie writhing under another man, climaxing around a stranger's thickly pulsing cock made his skin crawl.
He pushed up from his desk and walked over to his own, private lavatory. He removed his tie and shirt and washed his face. Then, he took down his shaving mug and brush and began to lather his face. He had a very heavy growth of beard, indeed, he was very hairy all over. There was a thick mat of shiny black hair on his chest, tufts of hair on his shoulders and back, and his legs were very furry, as well. After shaving, he toweled off, put his shirt and tie back on and took his suit coat down from the hanger.
He turned and looked at himself in the mirror, at his lean, lantern jaw, his black, glittering eyes. There had never been any doubt where he was going to go after work tonight. He had only been kidding himself by thinking there was. He grinned at himself and shook his head.
"James," he said aloud, "you are one bloody bastard." Then he turned off the light and walked out of the office, riding the elevator down to the sub-sub-basement parking lot where he kept his car.
Twenty minutes later, he was walking into the dark, pungently scented confines of "The Itch," a fairly typical, Southern California singles bar. It was a place that tried hard to present an atmosphere of genteel funkiness. There was sawdust on the wooden floor and the heavy tables and chairs were made of rough hewn wood. The most striking element of the decor, however, was the mind-boggling collection of antiques, memorabilia and just plain junk that hung from the walls and festooned the long mirror behind the carved oak bar. There were old movie posters from the Thirties, 8 by 10 black and white glossy photos of film stars, of scenes from classic movies; there were pieces of sheet music, broken instruments, shattered cupie dolls, voodoo masks, models of battleships. It was a kind of consciously created clutter that had put Bill off at first, but when he discovered that it appealed to a certain type of woman, the kind who bordered on nympho, he decided that he could learn to like it.
The bartender, a fat, bearded man wearing a top hat and black satin vest with no shirt on underneath, waved at Bill as he entered and immediately began mixing Bill's drink, a Harvey Wallbanger. Bill looked around the mostly empty bar. He liked being one of the first to arrive, that way he made sure that he got the pick of the bunch. The place didn't usually start filling up until about six-thirty. The customers didn't drop by right after they got off work, preferring to make a quick trip home to change their clothes, to change into something more revealing, less stodgy than their regular business attire. There were only a couple of women in the place and they were sitting with men, so Bill sauntered over to the bar and took a seat on a stool.
"What's happening?" the bartender asked, sliding Bill's frosty drink across the bar top to him.
Bill didn't answer. He raised the glass to his mouth and took a long drink first. The liquor burned as it went down. It felt good. It made him forget about Connie.
"Not a whole hell of a lot, yet," he said, putting down the glass. He indicated the empty bar with a toss of his head.
"It's still early," the bartender said.
That was what the bartender always said, even if it was ten to two in the morning. Bill was looking at the bartender, but the bartender was no longer looking at him. He was staring fixedly over Bill's right shoulder. There was a strange glint in his eyes. Something moved in the reflection of the mirror and Bill swiveled around on the stool to see what was so damned interesting.
"Hi, there," said a gorgeous, tawny-skinned woman.
"Hi," Bill said. Normally, his gaze would've automatically dropped from her face to her breasts to her hips to her legs, but this time was different. His eyes were locked onto hers. He felt like a bug on a pin. He swallowed hard.
She had the kind of face that could literally stop traffic, huge, slightly slanted brown eyes, wide cheekbones, a tiny nose, and a wide-lipped, sensuous mouth. She could've been a high fashion model, if she wasn't already. Her hair was corn silk blonde and was parted in the middle, falling down to her shoulders in two lustrous waves. It wasn't just her beauty that knocked Bill for a loop, either; it was what the look on her face said to him. It said: "Let's fuck."
Gradually, he tore his eyes from hers and swept them over the rest of her. She was wearing one of those white, India gauze shirts, unbuttoned to the top of her belly. Between the flaring lapels of the shirt, Bill could see the evenly tanned inner slopes of her large, firm breasts. Under the flimsy fabric, directly over the peaks of those supple cones of flesh, he could just make out the pale pink of her nipples. She had a very narrow waist and round, curvy hips. Below the waist, she was wearing skin-tight jeans tucked into knee high, ox-blood colored leather lace-up boots.
The woman sighed. "Just what does a girl have to do around here to get a drink?" she said. Then she smiled. "No, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."
"What'll it be, lady?" the bartender said to her breasts.
She smirked at him. "I'll have what my friend here is having," she said, taking a seat on the stool next to Bill.
The sweet, musky smell of her perfume hit him like a ten pound sledge. He knew he could have her and that knowledge made his cock start twitching, jerking to life.
"What's your name?" she asked. "Mine's Sharlene."
"Bill," he said.
"What do you do, Bill?" she asked.
He made a face. The only thing that he hated about the singles scene was the small talk. A guy had to tell the same damn story over and over again. It was like a little game you had to play to pretend that you were interested in more than just screwing, that you cared about getting to know the other person. It was all a sham because "getting to know" the other person con-isted of trading stock answers to boring questions.
Before he replied to her question, the bartender brought her drink over. He waited until she'd taken a sip and put it down before he said, "I fuck, Sharlene."
The woman's eyes got very big and round and then a wide grin spread across her full-lipped mouth. "Really?" she said. "I didn't know a guy could make a living at that."
"Your place or mine?" he asked.
She took another sip of her drink, lingering over it, teasing him a little bit. "Bill," she said, "you are some fast worker."
"Cut the crap," he said. Then he leaned over close to her and spoke softly in her ear, the scent of her perfume dizzying him. "I got one hell of a boner on for you, baby. Are you going to sit there and let it go to waste or are we going to get the hell out of here?"
Sharlene jerked her head away from his mouth and stared into his eyes again. There was a vulnerability in her face that hadn't been there before. She managed another smile. "My place is just up the street," she said.
Bill jammed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. He dropped it on the bar and reached around her back, slipping his fingers in under her armpit, helping her down from the stool. Under the flimsy shirt, her skin was like hot satin.
"See you," the bartender said to Bill's back.
Bill waved his hand without turning around. He was having a hell of a time just walking. His cock was hard as a brick down the inside of his trouser leg. It was like he had a baseball bat rammed down his pants.
Outside, it was dusk. The sky, the air was pale lavender. The cars on the street had already begun turning their lights on. As Bill walked, his arm around the woman's slender waist, there was no thought in his mind about his pretty young wife waiting for him at home. The only thing in his head was a lustful hunger, a raw, animal drive to fuck the woman at his side, the stranger.
She led him to a new condominium complex about two blocks from "The Itch" and took him up two flights of stairs. As she turned her key in the lock, she said, "I hope you don't think I do this all the time. I mean, that I'm this easy."
Bill had heard that so many times in the last couple of months that it grated on his nerves like fingernails drawn across a blackboard. "Bull shit," he said, succinctly.
Sharlene laughed at that. "You're right," she said, pushing the door open and walking in. "I am easy. I love to screw. I can't help it."
Bill followed her into the apartment, closing the door behind him.
"This way," she said, crooking her finger at him. She walked across the living room and passed through an open door way on the other side.
He watched her ass move, watched the firm, round cheeks roll over each other, grinding together like precision-honed gears. He could see the edge of a bed beyond her and his cock began to pulse agonizingly hard, thumping up and down against his thigh. He moved after her, stiff-legged, slightly out of breath.
Sharlene didn't wait for him. She started undressing the minute she stepped into the bedroom. As he entered, he got a fabulous view of her naked breasts as she pulled the India gauze shirt up over her head. The raising of her slim, tanned arms caused the peaks of her breasts to lift as well, to point up provocatively at the ceiling. He leered at the crinkly, swelling tips of her nipples, so pink, so tender, and the sleekness of the skin over her rib cage and belly.
When she removed the shirt from around her face, she looked at him, at the way he was ogling her. "I thought you were so hot for it," she said, tauntingly. "Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to strip down?"
As she spoke, she unbuttoned the front of her tight jeans and started peeling them down over her flaring hips. Bill was pleased to see that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath and that her tan was unbroken by a swimsuit line. As he slipped out of his coat, she was unlacing her boots, bent over at the waist. He couldn't really see much because she had her side to him, but what he could see was exquisite. Her lush breasts hung straight down, the sleek cones hobbling against each other deliciously as she struggled to get her boots off; her bare buttocks were perfectly formed, a pair of jutting, saucy mounds.
She kicked off the boots, then pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. When she was done, when she was completely naked, she turned towards him.
Bill groaned softly to himself, as his eyes dropped down along the trim, well-maintained curve of her body, down between her slender thighs, down to the light golden fleece of her pubic vee and the already moistened, petulant pink lips of her pussy. The sight of that wet, quivering cunt made his cock throb even harder.
"You haven't gotten very far," she said, smirking at his still fully clad body. Her eyes stopped at his crotch and a look of wonder passed over her face as she took in the size of his meaty erection.
"I was distracted," he said.
She moved over closer to him and reached up for his tie. He put his hand to her bare back and slid his fingers down to the silky hollow of her spine. She was incredibly smooth! And his cock was so hard that it felt like it was about to split its skin like an overcooked hot dog.
"Just relax," she said, untying the knot and slipping the tie off, "let me undress you."
Relaxing was about the farthest thing from Bill's mind. She was sticking her breasts right up against his chest and he could feel the hot, stiff points of her nipples poking him through his shirt. He eased his hand lower on her back, sliding his fingers over the smooth, saucy swellings of her buttocks. The feel of those cheeky mounds under his fingers made his coqk jerk violently.
Sharlene wriggled away from his groping hand. "You're not relaxing," she chided him. "Just stand still . . . and stop feeling my ass or I'll never get your clothes off."
Bill had been with enough singles bar women to know what kind of game she was playing. It was a power trip of sorts. She could touch him, but he could not touch back, not yet, at any rate. Some of the other women he'd been with had really laid it on thick, made him keep his hands off until the very last instant when they started to cum. Those women Bill hadn't liked. Sharlene was going to be different, he could tell. Her wanting to undress him was only a prelude, a further stimulation for her.
He knew that what he had thumping in his pants was nothing to be ashamed of, that it had been more than enough to satisfy all the women he'd fucked. "I'll keep still," he promised, leering down at her delicious nakedness, wanting to see the look of awe on her face when she unveiled his monstrous erection, when the fully blood-bloated length of meat snapped up from his groin, smacking into his chest like a tree limb.
She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it over his broad shoulders, cooing excitedly as she saw the dense mat of curly black hair. She ran her fingers through the manly fur, shoving the shirt down over his arms. She seemed particularly intrigued by the dark red rings of his nipples, half hidden by the thick hair. She pushed the concealing hair out of the way, then lowered her face to his chest, opening her mouth, pressing her warm, soft lips to his nipple.
"Jeeez!" he croaked, as she took the small ring between her white, even teeth, as she nibbled at it playfully, tugging it out from his chest.
As she did this, she was busy with his belt, undoing it, then unfastening his trouser waistband. There was no fake modesty or shyness with his gorgeous, sexy creature. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was going to get it all, every thickly pulsing inch!
Bill groaned softly as he felt her smooth fingers slide inside the waistband of his jockey shorts, as he felt her sliding both trousers and underwear down over his hips. Then, both garments were dropping of their own accord, slipping down to the bedroom floor.
The instant that the head of his cock cleared the wadded up fabric, the whole straining length of it jerked up from its downward pointing angle. It smacked up against the silky softness of her naked breasts.
"Oh!" she gasped, pushing back from him, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. As she did this, his cock continued upwards, up past the horizontal until the dark red, lust-swollen head slapped against his hairy chest.
"Mmmmm, real nice," she crooned, reaching out with her right hand and wrapping her fingers tightly about the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed powerfully against her palm and grew even harder, the tendons standing out hard against the underside of the shaft, the blue veins bulging with hot blood, the whole length of the thing curving from his hairy loins like an enraged red banana.
Bill groaned again when she reached out her other " hand, when she encircled the thick turgid pole of his erection, one hand gripped atop the other, like she was holding baseball bat, and began to stroke it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between her palms.
"You're so big!" she moaned, her eyes traveling over the lewdly jutting enormity of his penis, the swollen orbs of his testicles in their ruddy, wrinkly sack.
Bill winced. The sound of her own obscene words had a powerful effect on her, made her grip his cock with a punishing ferocity. The savage, milking caress caused a drop of pale white goo to appear at the slit in his bulbous cockhead. She was getting him hot, all right. Too hot!
"Why don't we get over on the bed?" he said.
Sharlene grinned up at him, her eyes twinkling. Quick as a blink, she leaned her face down, opened her mouth and flicked her long, pink tongue out, swirling it over the rubbery head of his cock, sweeping away the bead of thick pre-cum.
The feel of her tongue on his cock made Bill's knees go to jelly. Before he could recover from the searing, moist caress, she was letting go of him, slipping back to the bed, laying down on it.
"Come on, lover," she said, patting the bed at her side.
Her legs parted a little bit and he could easily see the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her legs opened wider still, in open invitation, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into eager openness. The look on her face told him that she was starving for cock, for his cock, aching for him to jam his long, hard hunk of cock right up her cunt.
Bill crawled cautiously onto the firm, queen-sized bed beside her and reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her bare ass-cheeks. Once again, he marveled at the sleekness of her skin, the resilience of her buttocks. Though she had to be at least 23 years old, she had the body of a girl in her mid-teens.
She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed tight, her fingers teasing through the dense hairs on his chest. When he lowered his mouth onto hers, her lips parted immediately, opening to allow him access to the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Bill jammed his tongue between her teeth, surged it over her madly writhing tongue, and began sweeping it over the slippery insides of her cheeks, the ridged roof of her mouth.
Sharlene took the thick tongue greedily, gently nursing on it with her moist lips. Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly grasped the thick, fleshy staff of his penis. She squeezed it hard, giving it the kind of rough treatment she knew from experience it craved.
He groaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the pulsing, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her harder, thrusting his tongue over the back of hers, trying to wedge it down into the tight confines of her hot, slick throat.
Inside, every fiber of Bill's body was trembling. It was always like this the first time with any woman. It was always so exciting that he feared his skull would explode from the raging pressure beating at his temples. It was the knowing, the knowing that he could fuck her, that he could explore the secret recesses of her body with his luridly throbbing cock, that he could send his thick semen gushing into her belly, the knowing that she, a total stranger, was utterly his.
Suddenly, he knew just how badly he needed her, how much he wanted to screw this luscious blonde. He needed to feel her responding to him, working with him as they built up to their ecstatic, screaming climax, to feel her responding to him as his pretty young wife had never done.
The naked blonde eagerly squirmed her sweetly perfumed body against the hairy flesh of his chest and thighs. Her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth, pressed tight to his loins and he could feel the heat rising from it, the blazing heat of her excited cunt wafting over his balls.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his cock shot up between them as if it had a mind of its own. It knew what it wanted; it wanted the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, silky thighs. Her arms slipped around his back and she gripped him almost desperately, gasping, digging her nails into his skin. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide and, as he rolled on top of her, rolled right into her parted fork, she closed her legs about his waist, locking her heels just above his tailbone.
"God! You're so big and hard!" she cooed up to him, her thighs moving up and down over his torso, her wet pussy nuzzling into the rigid root of his cock. "God, I can't stand it any longer! I need it now!! NOW!! Ram it up me!! Kill me with it!! ! "
Her words sent shivers rocketing up and down his backbone. Her smooth hands seemed to be everywhere at once, searching, exploring his manly nakedness, tangling her fingers in the hairs on his shoulders and back, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles, groping the firm, hard cheeks of his buttocks. His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, throbbing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her aroused pussy.
She wantonly flung her legs wide apart, lifting her knees up, tipping her pelvis up to him, offering her pussy to him like some sort of pagan sacrifice. She wriggled her hand between their bellies and spread the pliant pink folds of her cunt wide apart to give him total access to her slick and slippery slit.
"Now, please!" she moaned into his throat, kissing his neck, his chin. "Please, hurry!"
He was in no hurry. He caught up her large breasts in his hands, squeezing the soft fleshiness, rubbing his palms incitingly over the crinkly hard peaks of her nipples, making her shudder and whine making her lift her knees up even higher, until she had the head of his cock fitted salaciously between the wetly parted lips of her vagina.
"Uhhh," Bill said, his eyelids fluttering as the tickling fingers of a hundred curly pubic hairs caressed the blood-swollen head of his penis, as the sticky pussy lips teased over its tip.
"Hurr-eee!" she squealed, her heels pounding impatiently against his shoulder blades.
There was no question of who was in control of the situation, then. Bill leered down at her, at her sweet, sexy face all flushed with passion, her eyes bulging with need. For an instant, he wallowed in the power he had over her. She was so turned on that she was right on the verge of orgasm and he hadn't even shoved his cock up her, yet. That was the way that he liked his women, climbing the walls for it, pleading for it.
"Re-lax," he said to her, consciously mimicking her, taunting her as she'd taunted him earlier.
Her eyes opened even wider at that and she suddenly tried to grab hold of his cock, to ram it up her cunt all by herself. But Bill was too quick for her. Before she could get her fingers around his meaty shaft, he was lunging, cramming the hotly pulsing knob of his cock between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his cock through the fleecy golden hairs that fringed her fissure and into the hot clasping grip of her cunt.
"OH!" she gasped hoisting her knees up, her feet kicking overhead. "Push it in! All of it!! Push it hard!! "
Bill didn't need to be told what to do or how to do it. He was operating on full automatic, the raging fever of his raw, animal passion in total control. He entered her wet cunt with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a powerful surge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy all the way to the hilt. The walls of her vagina parted wetly to receive him, squirming down over the sides of his hard-throbbing shaft.
"Uhhhh!" she whined, arching her back, tipping her head back as the huge penis spitted her.
To Bill, it almost seemed that she was trying to evade the cruelly stretching erection, to crawl away from its tube rending girth. But if that was the case, her own body was working at odds with her. As his cock lunged forward, the taut, rubbery grip of her cunt pulled him wantonly into the searing liquid depths of her belly.
He groaned at the ravenous pressure of her amazingly tight pussy. The walls locked down around the length of his luridly impaling penis like a warm, incredibly slick fist. He shut his eyes tight and savored the delicious pain of her powerful vaginal grip, the rapid, spastic fluttering of her cuntal sphincter about his broad root.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!! " she bawled, her nails digging red furrows across his shoulders.
Bill jerked his cock back through the velvety drapery of her pussy, then plowed forward. The pain of the penetration quickly subsided as the viscous rush of her pussy juices oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his cock and eased the way for faster, harder fucking.
"Ooooooh!" she cooed, shivering excitedly as the upper surface of his big cock rasped over her tiny, lust-aroused clitoris, the oily marble at the top of her slit, as the waves of pleasure swept over her belly in a storm.
A few minutes before, Bill hadn't even known this wildly sexy woman existed and now he was giving her everything he had, fucking her with every inch of his huge, meaty cock, the sounds of her pleasure rushing up at him as she writhed and squirmed under his relentless thrusts.
"God! Oh! God, yes!" she panted, grunting each time the full length of his erection surged into her cunt, each time the tender mouth of her pussy was stretched down over his grossly thick root, each time the big, hairy hardness of his testicles bumped into her softly resilient buttocks.
Bill held himself propped up on his hands so he could watch the rippling after-shocks of his deep-thrusting cock coursing over her belly, thighs and breasts, so he could watch the gleaming, friction-reddened shaft of his cock appear and disappear between her lust-parted labia.
She was in pain. The rapturous, secret pain that only a woman will ever know, the delicious pain of being screwed. Bill knew that he was hurting her with his big cock and in a perverse way, he reveled in it. It felt good to make her whimper. It was almost as if he were teaching her a lesson, punishing her for wanting him to fuck her. He made her whimper again and again. All it took was an extra-hard thrust of his long cock, a deeply skewering lunge that turned her into so much softly quivering putty beneath him.
He was surprised and pleased by the way she was reacting to his "punishment." The harder he pumped on her, the faster he worked his lust-heated cock through the tightly quivering sheath of her pussy, the more wildly she moved under him. She started pushing up from the bed, pushing her lewdly splayed pelvis into his downward thrusts, hurrying the moment when his great, hulking hard on was jammed to the hairs in her sloppy wet cunt. She grunted and moaned with an almost inhuman fury, like a woman possessed of the devil, and her savage squirmings, archings of the back, flips of the hips, were so violent that they almost sent the two of them bouncing from the bed onto the floor.
All right, all right, Bill told himself, reaching out with both hands and grabbing hold of the bedspread, clutching it tight to maintain his position on top of her, to maintain the marvelous sluicing motion of his cock as it flicked deep into her soft belly. She wasn't going to get away from him. She wasn't going to escape what he had for her.
He smiled down at her lust-contorted face, at the look of frenzied intensity that twisted her pretty mouth, that glowed behind her eyes. She was his, he knew. In a few seconds, she would go berserk under him, driven to the brink of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm by the ruthless slogging pressure of his thick penis. He knew he could do anything to her, now, anything he wanted and she would let him. His virile, hairy body was soaked with sweat. Beads of it dripping down the sides of his rib cage, down from his shaggy armpits to flow over the silky smooth flesh of the woman writhing beneath him.
"More! More! More!! " she panted, chanting her need up into his face, her hips driving in the same mindless, manic rhythm.
He started wailing on her with all his strength, pumping up and down like a sex machine gone crazy, twisting and turning hips as he did so to make the quivering channel of her cunt slither over his aching erection. Every thrust sent his long cock boring into her cunt to the hilt, pushing hard into the moist, sputtering grip of her vagina until his balls slapped obscenely into the smooth hairless cleft of her ass-cheeks and his pelvis ground lasciviously into the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy.
He could feel her starting to cum, feel it in the rapidly fluttering spasms of her pussy about his cock, feel it in the wild abandoned thrashing of her body under him, and he could see it in the dangerously flushed cheeks, in the madness in her eyes. Knowing that he had the power to do what he wanted to her was one thing, using that power was another. He slipped one hand down over the sweat-misted curve of her hip, down over the jiggling moon of her ass, his fingers dipping into the tight nether cleft of her buttocks.
A surge of pleasure exploded in Bill's loins as he felt his own cock, incredibly slick and wet, gliding in and out of her hair-fringed, lewdly ovaled cunt. He moved his fingers lower, searching for and finding, deep in her smooth ass cleavage, the tiny puckering ring of her anus. The pleasure surge hit him again, like ten thousand volts, as he rubbed the pussy juice moistened ball of his thumb into that pliant, red hot sphincter.
"Oh! Ohhh!! " Sharlene wailed, feeling the tip of his finger probing against the tightly clenched ring of her rectum.
To Bill's delight, she did not try to squirm away from the obscene fondling. She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, opening and closing them as she matched his jackhammer thrusts ounce for ounce. If she realized that her own wild gyrations were forcing his thumb to push into her anus, it made no difference to her. She lunged and bucked like a dervish, her moans turning into a long, unbroken wail of ecstasy as his prodding finger popped into her rectum, as it began to fuck in and out of that tight, rubbery passage in time with the thrusts of the great, throbbing cock.
He couldn't believe what was happening, how she was taking it. He could feel his own cock sliding in and out against the tip of his thumb and her ass was sucking fiercely at the pistoning finger, sucking with the same kind of passionate abandon as her cunt was showing his cock.
Then it happened. Sharlene stiffened, her eyes popping wide open, her lips parting. No sound came from her throat.
"Uhh!" Bill grunted as the twin channels of cunt and rectum shut down about his cock and thumb like fists in hot buttered velvet gloves.
"Yuhhhh!! ! " she wailed, her body suddenly jerking to life as if she were a puppet, arms, legs, hips working all at once, to no real purpose.
Bill leered down at her, gritting his teeth as he wrenched both cock and thumb through the viciously narrowed channels, fucking into her crotch so fast that both plundered orifices sputtered and farted, so fast that he could actually feel the shaft of his cock heating up from the friction against the quivering walls of her cumming cunt.
"Yuuuuuuhhhhhh!! ! " she screamed, no longer able to fuck him back, too far gone, too swept up in the steam heat of the moment, in the wild coruscating swirls of ecstasy licking at her belly and tits, to do anything but shudder convulsively as he fast-pumped her into oblivion.
For a second, as he whipped his still-rigid cock through her sucking, slurping cunt, as the tremors of pleasure raged up the length of his meaty shaft, he thought he was going to be able to finish with her. But it didn't work out that way. He was fucking her as hard as he could, sprinting for his own, frantic finish, but he could tell that she was coming unglued beneath him, that the punishing thrusts, the incessant friction against her erect clitoris was pushing her to the limit, stretching her orgasm out to the point where any more pleasure could actually harm her. The idea of turning this lithe, curvy young woman into a kind of sexual vegetable, of making her cum so long, so hard that it destroyed her mind, was not unappealing to Bill, but he decided that the best thing to do was to slack off.
He mercifully slowed his cunt-pounding pace, allowing the super-hot woman's climax to taper off. She shook and shuddered under him in the aftershocks of her prolonged orgasm, her arms and legs still locked tight about his back, holding his thick, throbbing penis buried deep inside her.
When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and thick with sated lust. "God, that was fantastic!" she gushed. "You're a real man, I mean it. Ooooh, and your cock is still hard. I can feel it pushing out against my pussy."
Bill winced as she playfully squeezed his cock in her cuntal muscles. To pay her back, he drove his thumb even deeper into her rectum, twisting and turning it, rubbing it over the rubbery hot walls, making the wrinkly sphincter ring pop back and forth over his first thumb joint.
"Uhhh," she gasped, her eyelids half closing, her eyes rolling up so that only the whites showed.
"like that, huh?" he said, corkscrewing his finger around in her ass.
"Uhhhhh! Oh, baby, baby, if you only knew!! " she gushed, clinging tight to him with arms and legs. "I could almost cum again when you work it in and out like that."
He laughed. It was a self-conscious laugh, a laugh of embarrassment. He'd never been with a woman who actually enjoyed getting finger-fucked up the ass, never with one who would admit it anyway.
"You think I'm kidding?" she said, writhing against him, her sticky wet cunt squirming over the root of his cock, forcing his thumb to fuck deep into her tight anus. "Well, I'm not!" she insisted. "Ooooh, I just love getting touched down there, down between my buns. It's so nasty, so dirty, that, well, it really turns me on, makes me want to screw and screw and screw. There's something else that I like even more, but I think we'd better save that for later."
Bill didn't have to be a mind-reader to be able to tell what she meant. This luscious, passionate blonde liked getting a big, hard cock crammed up her ass! He would do it, too, split her open from pore to belly button if he had to get all of his thick fleshy penis rammed up into her rectum. Would she ever grunt and whimper, then!
"First, though," Sharlene said, "there's something else I want to do for you, something real nice that I know you'll like. Take that big cock of yours out of me for a minute and I'll show you what I mean."
There was something in her tone that told him he was in for a real treat. He pulled his thumb from the rubbery grip of her anus and lifted his hips, sliding the up-curving length of his cock from her wetly clinging pussy. The head of his penis and her cunt parted company with a lurid plop!
"God, it's even bigger than before!" she cried, delightedly, as the immense, lust-hardened, friction-reddened shaft lurched up, smacking him upon the breastbone.
Bill looked down at himself proudly. He was big, all right, big enough to choke a horse. He rolled over and sat on the bed with his back to the headboard.
Sharlene turned to face him, putting her hands to his hairy knees and forcing him to spread his legs wide apart. The meaty shaft pulsed anxiously as she knelt between his parted legs, pushing the sweep of her hair behind her ears to get it out of the way, to allow him to see everything she was going to do.
His scalp tingled and crawled as she lowered her pretty face to his damp loins. She was going to blow him! And it wasn't just the blow job that was turning him on so; it was the circumstances. He'd been sucked off many times before by the women he'd picked up at "The Itch," sucked off in the back seat of his car in the bar's parking lot, even, but he'd never been sucked off right after he'd fucked into a woman's wet pussy. The whole length of his cock was drenched with her hot, viscous juices; it gleamed from tip to bristling root like it'd been soaked in heavy, clear oil. The smell, alone, the stark, pungent cunt smell, was enough to make him groan aloud. Was she really going to put it in her mouth now? Was she really going to taste her own slick and stinky lubricant?
If Sharlene had any qualms about such a thing, she certainly didn't show them. She reached out and took hold of his penis, prying it away from his chest, tipping it towards her face, then lowered her mouth onto it, allowing the blood-heated tip, the slippery bulb to push between her warm lips, between her teeth, to slide into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Jeeez!" he croaked, his hips jerking reflexively as the heat, the moisture of her mouth engulfed his manly knob.
The blonde pulled back and gave him a curious look. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
"You aren't going to wipe it off?" he moaned, deliriously.
She smiled at him. "Why should I?" she said. "I kind of like how it tastes." When she saw the flush rush to his cheeks as he heard her lascivious admission, she couldn't resist the urge to blow his mind further. "I like it well enough, baby, so that if I were double jointed, I'd be curled up like a pretzel every chance I could get, with my tongue stuffed up my little tight pussy!"
"Jeeez," he said, incredulously.
She pursed her lips and blew a gust of hot air over his sperm-bloated balls, watching gleefully as those fat orbs snuggled up tighter against his groin in their leathery sack.
"Oh, man! Man!! " Bill groaned, reaching out and catching hold of the back of her head, pulling her face back down towards the swaying, semen-dripping staff of his penis.
"That's right, lover," she said, leering up at him, "I'm going to lick and suck your big cock until you cum. Until you cum right in my mouth."
Sharlene took a deep breath and the raw, musky scent of his loins assailed her nostrils, making her mouth flood with hot, thick slobber. A dribble of the crystal clear juice slipped from her lips, trickling down over her chin, down onto Bill's furious scrotum.
"God!" the man howled as that boiling, slippery liquid bathed his tender bag, his swollen testicles.
The blonde ignored his violent, shuddering reaction and dropped her face straight down, pressing her trembling lips down onto the root of his cock, to the very point where it joined his bloated scrotum.
Bill stiffened, jerking as if she'd given him a surge of pure electric current, his ass lifting automatically up from the rumpled bed, automatically grinding his wrinkly, musty sack into her soft, warm mouth.
Sharlene was not put off by the beads of her own pussy juices that still clung to his black shiny hairs, nor by the sour, rank taste of his balls. She lapped his cock hungrily, curling her tongue around it, giving it and his scrotum, tender, hungry, swirling laps like it was a meat-flavored popsicle. She lashed her tongue over the throbbing underside, painting her glistening slobber all over it, licking up the sticky residue of her cunt as she sucked and nibbled at the blood-thickened rod.
"God, that feels so good!" Bill groaned, trying in vain to control the spastic bucking of his hips.
"Ooooh, baby, baby, I do love your big dick," she moaned ecstatically, thrashing her mobile tongue over the blind, oozing head of his cock, sawing the pink tip over his bubbling slit. "Ummmmmm! I love the taste of your cum!"
Bill clawed at the bedspread as her juicy tongue drooled hot saliva all over his cock, as her lips sucked, her teeth hot saliva all over his cock, as her lips sucked, her teeth nibbled and gnawed at every straining inch of it. She was going after his meat like he was the last man on earth!
"Ummmmm! I neeeeeeed it!" she wailed. "Alllllllll of it!! "
Without another word, she popped the shiny, semen-dribbling bulb into her mouth. Bill's hips rocketed up from the bed as the amazing slick heat of her mouth swallowed his cockhead. He leered at her through pleasure-slitted eyes, awed by the way her cheeks puffed out, pooched out from the size of the thing she'd forced into her mouth. It looked like she was trying to swallow an apple . . . whole! And her lovely, soft lips were sliding down over his flaring cockhead rim, sucking passionately upon the first three inches of his mammoth cock.
The hot young blonde paused, whining feverishly through her flared nostrils. She held his huge dickhead in her mouth, reveling in the feel of it pushing out against her cheeks, down upon her tongue, in the raging animal heat of it, in the slithery, velvety soft texture of the skin. She looked up at him with his cock crammed into her mouth, knowing full well what the sight of her pretty face, her beautiful mouth ovaled about the thick, fleshy pole of his cock would do to him.
"God!" he gasped, watching a clear bead of saliva slip from her lewdly clasping lips and roll down the upper surface of his cock.
Sharlene knew that she was going to make him cum. She could feel his arousal growing with every throb of his cockhead against her tongue and cheeks. Slowly, she pushed more of his cock into her mouth, ramming the blood-filled tip into the back of her mouth, then twisting her head to the side so that her neck would follow the natural curve of his lewdly erect penis, so that the huge bulbous tip would slide more easily into the tight confines of her throat.
Bill could only gasp and grunt as he watched the obscenely pulsing shaft disappear between her tautly stretched lips, as he felt the snug sheath of her throat enclosing his monstrous erection. Where was she putting it all?! ! It looked like she was gulping down a telephone pole!
Almost as soon as the head of his cock turned the corner and started down her throat, it started to hurt Sharlene, to hurt her so badly that she was afraid her throat would split in two. But she would not give in, she would not stop until she had it all, until she swallowed him whole! Whimpering from the strain, she managed to drive her lips down around his bristling root, forcing the tightly stretched ring of her mouth right down into his crisp, pungently scented pubic hairs. Then, as if to further prove her fearlessness, her love-making skill, she gave her head a vicious twist, causing his cock to rub sexily over the walls of her throat.
Bill put both hands to her head and held her face tight to his lap, wallowing in the sight, the feel of having his cock buried to the hairs in her lovely throat.
Finally, Sharlene began to lift her head, slowly letting the great, bulging erection slipped from between her pain-parted lips. It looked like she was disgorging an obscene tree limb. Her mouth slipped from over the bloated head with a moist smacking sound.
"Oh!" Bill groaned disappointedly, as his cock lurched up, thumping against his chest, as tiny droplets of thick, white semen spattered all over his chest hairs.
"That was good, huh?" the blonde crooned to him, lapping at the ruddy sack of his balls, teasing her tongue up the drool soaked length of his cock.
"God, yes!" he moaned.
"Do you want more."
"God, yes!! ! "
As Bill tried to grip her ears, to force her mouth back down over his cock, she shook his hands away. "No, baby, not like that again," she said. "I know a better way, a way I bet you've never even heard of."
While Bill was still trying to catch his breath, the blonde was scooting her body forward, pressing her large, luscious breasts right into his crotch, forcing his luridly stiff cock to slip right into her silky cleavage. Before he could even moan, she was gripping her own breasts in both hands, mashing them together, pinning his cock between the soft, resilient pillows of feminine flesh. She pressed her breasts so tight around his lust-thickened penis that the head of his cock, which protruded from the top of her cleavage, was turned a deep, dark, strangulated purple color.
"Jeeeez!" he moaned as she dug her fingers even deeper into those silky globes, as she began to move her hands, to slide her smooth breasts up and down the rigid shaft of his cock.
"Nice, huh?" she said, her voice quavering, thick with emotion.
Bill couldn't answer. The sensation was staggering! His bulbous cockhead was popping in and out of her cleavage, its broad rim catching on the insides of those succulent cones, making them quiver and jiggle excitedly. She was masturbating his whole cock with her tits!
"Ooooh, I like that," she cooed, kind of rolling her breasts around his throbbing shaft. "I like how it feels."
Bill liked it, too. And the sight of his furious cock lewdly pumping through her breast valley was more than enough to make his head swim. His penis began to pulse anxiously and after a half dozen tip to root caresses, more of his thick white pre-cum started spilling from the gaping slit, oozing down over the shiny, blood-bloated skin of his knob.
Sharlene's eyes lit up when she saw what her breast-masturbation was teasing from his cock. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, bending her face down and sticking the point of her chin into the hollow of her throat, tipping her head so she could make contact with his penis with her lips. She craved more than mere contact, though. She wanted it all! She thrust her open mouth down on his cockhead, cramming the entire swollen bulb into her mouth until her lips squirmed down over the broad rim, until they touched his shaft, enclosing his cockhead in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Bill had never heard of such a thing even being attempted. And yet, there she was, this beautiful young blonde, jacking him off with her breasts and sucking his cock at the same time! He watched her go down on him, watched as her smooth cheeks went concave, her lips nursing on his penis with astounding power, her tongue flipping madly back and forth over the oozing slit, and all the while, her hands greedily pumping her smooth breasts up and down his cock, working him up to a fever pitch.
She knew she was getting to him. She could feel his excitement building, feel it in the violent throbbing of his cockhead in her mouth, feel it in the raging heat of his testicles as they rubbed into her silky stomach. She sucked on his bulb with all her might, drinking down the tangy droplets of pre-cum, sliding her breasts faster, creating a burning friction between his shaft and her cleavage, actually bumping the tops of her tits up against her chin as she coaxed the sticky deluge up from his aching balls.
Bill felt like the puppet, then. A puppet jerking, twitching to her command. And the waves of pleasure were non-stop, each one bigger, more devastating than the last, until he felt the tiny spark blossom in his captive cockhead, a spark that flared, that lit a sizzling, sputtering fuse that ran the length of his huge cock.
Suddenly, a gob of something boiling hot and super-salty surged into Sharlene's mouth, arching over the back of her tongue and shooting down her throat. She went crazy! Moaning, whining, making frantic, nasty suck sounds, she fought to bring on the torrent.
Bill grunted from low in his belly, his ass snapping up from the bed reflexively as his sperm-swollen testicles exploded in joy. He could feel the heavy gobs of his cum being forced up his rigid pipe-hard cock by the powerful muscle contractions behind his balls, being forced right into her open, waiting mouth!
Sharlene made a choked, gurgling sound as her mouth was flooded by his thick semen. A wave of gooey fluid surged over her tongue, spraying the roof of her mouth. Fighting back the urge to gag, she worked her breasts even faster, pumping the hot seed up from his balls, pumping it right into her face.
"Suck! Suck!! " Bill growled, his hips ticking rhythmically, fucking through her cleavage, fucking into her mouth.
She sucked, all right, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until her jaws and throat ached, until her belly felt like it would burst if she took another drop. His boiling cum was sloshing around in her tummy, filling her to the point of pain, and still more was spurting into her mouth. Her head reeled from the cloying, rank odor of his sperm, from the nasty salty taste.
Bill's pleasure was increased a hundred fold by the sight of her gulping his cum down like that, her adam's apple bobbing frantically to keep up with the onrushing tide.
Then, she could take no more, not in her tummy, at least. She took her hands from the sides of her breasts and pulled his bulb from her mouth, holding the glistening, purpling head right up against the corner of her mouth.
"Christ!" Bill groaned as the next spasm hit his cock, as semen spurted from his slot, fountaining over her face, over her shining, friction-reddened lips, her nose, her cheeks, her chin.
"More!! " she bleated, using her hands to pump on the still spurting shaft. Her cheeks burned with an unholy fire as more of the sticky white strands splattered over her face. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, waggling it back and forth to catch the pearly beads. She made no attempt to swallow the drops of sperm, but let them pool in the middle of her tongue, let them mix with her heavy saliva, let them drool down from it in long, yo-yoing gobs. "I love it! Love it!! ! "
Bill loved it, too. He'd never been with a woman so eager to please, so hungry for salacious sensation. And her excitement was infectious. She teased more cum from his balls than he thought possible, showering her lovely face in his sticky sex fluid until the last dribble slipped weakly from his slot.
Not one to waste anything, Sharlene quickly bent his cock down and rubbed its gleaming snout against her tautened nipples, painting them with white cum.
"God, that's gooood!" she gasped, her eyes wild, her voice hoarse.
He leaned back against the headboard and tried to catch his breath. It wasn't easy. He was panting like a sprinter. Even though he'd shot his wad as never before, there was a disturbing pressure in his groin. Instead of being exhausted by the bout of exquisite sex, he was only more animalishly aroused. And it was a good thing.
"Now, baby," Sharlene said, turning around on her knees, turning her sleek, smooth buttocks towards him. "Now's the time for something real special."
He blinked at her, not quite sure that he understood what she meant. Even though he was unsure, he felt the pressure in his groin tighten in anticipation. He also felt something nudging his chest. He tried to push it away with his hand, but it kept coming back. It was his cock, his cock still erect, still hugely throbbing, still famished for pleasure. If anything, it was even bigger than before, bloated out by the lascivious contact of her mouth and breasts. Every vein and sinew stood out in bold relief upon the pulsing shaft and the great, shiny head looked to be the size of an apple.
"Now, baby, now," she crooned to him, lowering her heavy breasts to the coverlet, tipping her ass up high in the air.
He could see between her thighs, see the wetly parted lips of her pussy, the beads of clear juice trickling down the insides of her legs, the sopping ring of golden hairs that rimmed it, but that wasn't what she had in mind.
Sharlene put her fingertips to the crack of her buttocks and, with a sudden movement, pried those cheeky moons wide apart, showing him the tiny, round, wrinkly hole of her anus.
Bill's cock throbbed ominously and a kind of red haze filtered down over his eyes.
"Come on!" she moaned, holding her cheeks obscenely parted, her little sphincter winking madly. "Come on!! "
A low growl erupted from Bill's throat as he lurched forward, as he threw himself on her sleek backside. "Yessss!" she warbled into the covers. "Yessss!! ! "