Chapter 5
The third time that Barney went to the bar to pick up Mary, she knew better than to give him any arguments.
"You close this goddamned place at ten?" he asked. "That's right, dear."
"Then we haul ass on over to your place right after that. You got me?"
"I don't think I'm capable of arguing with you again," she told him in a weary tone. "I guess I'll just have to accept your superiority from every standpoint."
"That's more like it. I told you that I was gonna make you see things my way. No more of this phony crap. If there's one thing I hate, it's these little women's lib bitches. Just give me a shot at one of these spoiled little twats and I'll kick her between her legs."
Mary nodded grimly, then walked away, recognizing that Barney meant everything that he said.
At one point during the course of the evening, a burly corporal began to get fresh with Mary. At that moment Barney set down his glass of beer, walking quickly toward the corporal.
"Corporal, you're making an ass of yourself," Barney snapped. "Get your fucking ass out of this place before I throw it out."
The corporal wiped some beer from his lips, then jumped up from his stool. Barney stood poised and ready to strike, but he realized that the corporal wasn't ready to swing on him just then. Some of the men who were in the corporal's party knew who Barney was and a number of them tried to give him high signs, attempting to get the corporal to forget about any rough stuff with the legendary Barney Norris.
"You heard me," Barney repeated. "You're bothering this young lady."
"What lady?" the corporal barked contemptuously.
Barney unleashed a speedy left hook, which caught the corporal in the pit of the stomach. The moment that the corporal doubled over, Barney landed a solid right uppercut which caught the corporal on the point of the chin. His knees wobbled and his huge, bulky frame flew backwards, landing on the table, then knocking it over as the corporal fell to the floor.
Quickly Barney moved forward, surveying his damage, wondering if the corporal would be able to make it up to his feet.
"I can call her a bitch if I want to, and I do it any time I please," Barney shouted. "But I don't want to hear you or any other man doing it. I'm the only one who's got that liberty."
The corporal shook his head, attempting to free the cobwebs from his brain from the powerful battering that he had just received from Barney. His red eyes exhibited a glazed look as he ever so slowly managed to wobble on unsteady pins to his feet.
As soon as the corporal regained his feet, he reached down and grabbed hold of a chair. He moved menacingly toward Barney with it.
"I'll get you, you son-of-a-bitch," the corporal shouted.
"Don't, Tom, that's Barney Norris, he's the scourge of the whole goddamned Fort," a young private called out to the corporal.
"You heard what the man said," Barney exclaimed, backing off slowly, continuing to watch the corporal ever so steadily.
"I don't pay attention to reputations," the corporal growled. Blood trickled down the left side of his mouth from a cut that Barney had inflicted.
The corporal finally made his move, throwing the chair at Barney, who managed to duck out of the way.
Barney ducked deftly at the knees, then immediately bounced back up. He reached out with his left foot and planted it squarely in the direction of the corporal's right shin. As soon as his foot landed against the corporal's shin, he began to stagger drunkenly.
"What the hell," the corporal grumbled.
Barney moved toward him several steps, then unleashed a pile driving straight right hand which caught the corporal once again on the point of the chin. But this time when he toppled heavily to the floor he was not about to get up. He was out completely cold.
"Get this bastard out of here before there's more trouble," Barney glowered at the corporal's friends.
They moved quickly, picking up the corporal, then carrying him out the front door and into the street.
Barney watched ever so solemnly until the door closed, after which he sat back down on his stool and began to comfortably sip from his beer.
"You didn't have to jump on the big baboon," Mary mildly chastised him. "I could have handled it, honey."
"Shut up," Barney said. "I know when to move and when not to. This bastard was gonna be real trouble. Next thing he'd be pawing you."
"I don't think he would have gone that far."
"I know better, and don't argue with me," Barney said. "Go back to peddling the goddamned beer. We've got to get out of this place at ten o'clock."
Once they left the bar, they left the bar, they proceeded immediately to Mary's apartment. Barney and Mary enjoyed a glass of wine apiece before walking into the bedroom. Mary watched with growing excitement as she observed Barney quickly stripping off his clothes.
Again Mary was finding it so difficult to believe that she could find this crude, dominating man so exciting. Little had she realized just how badly she needed domination from the right male. Principally somebody who wouldn't be intimidated by her beauty. So many times when she would go out with a man, or when a man would actually get as far as lovemaking with her, he would be constantly pining, so deferential in his outlook that he practically apologizing for whatever he was doing. She could see that Barney was a totally different sort. He was the type of man who would take any liberty that he wanted to at any given moment and never ask a question of anyone.
Barney finished undressing, then let his fingers glide up and down his long, stiff dick. The faster that he let his fingers roam against his sturdy prong, the more excitement that beautiful Mary felt rippling through her whole body. She liked the idea of being around this man, who was like a perpetual time bomb, always waiting to be unleashed.
When Mary finished stripping off her panties, Barney released his fingers from his hard dick and immediately pushed his body forward. He reached down and made a grab for her buttocks, holding on tightly with both hands as he fingered her warm, enchanting buttocks. The more rapidly that he squeezed her flaming ass cheeks, the greater the measure of excitement that began to surface in Mary's lovely loins. Her legs trembled as he continued to hold on with great tightness, moving his fingers against her warm, captivating ass cheeks.
"The butt I love to squeeze," Barney said. "You just get set, honey, because we're gonna do something different from what we've done every other time we've made it."
"What's the new lesson gonna be, darling?" she asked.
"I'm not gonna tell you. I'm gonna show you. It's a hell of a lot more fun that way."
"Perhaps you have a point there."
"Of course I do. I've always got a point for everything that I say."
Barney laughed loudly, then began to project his long, sharp, piercing red tongue forward. He let it flail with piston-like enthusiasm as it began to slide against her left buttock. The quicker that his sturdy tongue probed against her ass cheek, the greater the degree of itchiness that she felt throughout her whole body. Mary's loins could feel the steady, accelerating agitation of the quick, effective tongue thrusts that her lover kept on sending against her ass cheek.
The more quickly that his steady, steaming tongue pushed against her buttock, the more excited that Mary grew. She loved the way that Barney was totally taking charge with his wild tongue, letting it slip and slide as it kept on making its way against her ass cheek.
When Barney finished sucking her left buttock, he then moved his tongue over toward her right. He maintained the same kind of stiff, steady contact, grinding his tongue assertively as he let it connect time and again with her firm, ripe ass globe.
Once Barney finished with the butt licking, he reached out and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks. He held on tightly with both hands, and as his fingers twisted sharply against her buttocks, he pushed his tongue sturdily forward and let it press its way up between her hot buns and into her asshole.
Barney's tingly tongue manipulated its way ever so shrewdly and stiffly as he pushed it inside of her asshole. His tongue tingled with a relentless longing as he instilled the wild, frenzied desires into her entire body.
Her legs trembled with an unswerving anxiety from the rapid-fire tongue maneuvers that Barney kept on projecting inside of her hot ass. The swifter that he moved his tongue, the deeper that he probed it inside of her anal slit.
Eventually he removed his fingers from her buttocks, allowing them to plant ever so crisply against her breasts.
The tighter that his fingers squeezed as they moved against her smooth, velvety skin, the greater the urgings that surfaced in his cock and balls. He could feel the ever-desirous waves of orgasmic flood tide in his sweaty, burning testicles, and his long, sharp pecker, with which he was getting ready to fuck his beautiful lover.
When Barney finished ass sucking Mary, he reached out and made a grab for her thighs. At first he held on so tightly that she grimaced and moaned, at which point Barney complained.
"Knock that off," he said. "You're supposed to take that without a damned protest. You're gonna get ass fucked, honey. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna shove my big, stiff cock deep inside your ass until all of the juices pour out of the end of my prick. So how does that grab you, sweetheart?"
Mary's lips quivered fearfully.
"I get the feeling you're gonna kill me with that big thing," she said.
"Naw, I don't want to do that," he grinned. "But I am gonna give you the best damned fuck you've had in a long time. I'm gonna teach you what it's like to be ass fucked. I'll bet none of these damned clowns who have been fucking you have ever done it. I just have a hunch."
"You're right, I've never had it up the ass."
"You ain't lived until you've had it up between your buns. I'm gonna stick it up between your hot buns. I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck hell out of you. I'm gonna slam my peter into you so hard you're not gonna believe it."
"Just don't be too hard on me."
"I'll be as damned hard on you as I want."
Barney squeezed her thighs even tighter, letting her know just how securely he remained in charge. Eventually he tossed his lover's legs over his shoulders, after which he was prepared to send his hard, grinding cock deep into her asshole.
"Here we go," he said. "I'm gonna push my hot prick into you. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your asshole. I'm gonna screw it. I'm gonna screw it good. Is this ever gonna be a great fuck."
Barney gritted his teeth, then hammered forward with his hard, all-conquering dick. His heart pounded with great determination and his arms quivered as he moved his hands back and forth against her breasts. Barney wanted to hold on tightly to Mary's tits. It was imperative for him to cause her to feel pain two ways while he nimbly ass fucked her. It was another means of disciplining her.
He kept on hoisting his solid, savage spear forward, allowing it to grind and thrust as he let it surge sharply deep inside of her anus. Soon he reached the point where the juices were getting ready to spurt from the end of his torrid prong.
He could feel the wild waves of itchiness in his hot nuts as he kept on driving his cock forward, pushing it relentlessly past her sphincter muscle and into her asshole. Every now and then she could not suppress the urge to cry out with pain, but that was not about to stop the all-conquering Barney, who kept on driving his ever-churning cock forward, blasting it sharply and desirously as he slashed his way ever nearer to the state of a stinging orgasm.
A few brisk humps later, the first few droplets of hot, white cream started to spray out of the end of Barney's long, steaming penis.
"Here it goes," he sighed. "Damned, it's all shooting out of me. What a fuck. What an ass you've got. Damned, ahhh, you've got a beautiful ass. Yeah, I love it. I really love it."
When Barney turned his cock loose from Mary's, asshole, she suddenly began to recognize the full measure of pain that she had sustained. Her asshole burned, but Barney wasn't about to give her any opportunity to lie there and recuperate.
His itchy cock and burning balls were more than eager to return to the scene of action.
"I'm not through yet, baby," he smiled at her. "We're gonna have a hell of a lot more fun. You can bet on that."