Chapter 7
Dinner was pheasant under glass and a glace cake with tea for dessert. Afterward, Jill was ushered into Erik's study. He told her, "I'll be up in the bedroom waiting."
She nodded, strolled behind his desk, picked up the pages of the script on top, sat in the large chair, and began reading. She found the scene childish, amusing, and yet arousing. It would work. It was obvious just why Erik wanted to try it out with her.
Afterward, she went to the large kitchen, found the tea still warm, poured a cup of it, then took a can of aerosol whipped cream from the refrigerator, and hurried up to Erik's bedroom. She kept telling herself the entire time she was doing this becauuse she was being forced, but deep down she knew she was excited at the prospect. Erik was a middle-aged fat, and balding with gray hair. But Erik had a cock like none she had ever seen. Not even Drew, the stud, had one to match Erik's. With Erik she would never need alum to make herself tight.
Erik had his jacket off, and he was sitting in an armless chair in his room, a chair with blue velvet covering the seat to match everything else in the room.
"Ah, I see you're ready," he smiled, about to get up.
"Stay there," she insisted. "I know you don't remember the script word for word, but this is supposed to be a rehearsal of one of the sex scenes, so let's do it right, shall we. I'm the one seducing you, correct? So just sit there."
According to the scene, the man she was supposed to be doing this with was her husband, who had always been lousy in the sack before. Erik fell into character immediately, and if he didn't know the exact words, what he did know was close enough.
"What's on your mind, Mavis?" he asked, using her screen name.
"Same as yours, Stan," she said, calling him by the name she was supposed to use with the man playing her husband.
"Suddenly you dig golf?" he asked.
"Not really, but I think you know what I mean. I'm not one for using a lot of big words, Stan. I want something, and when I want it, I come right out and say it."
"I don't get it," he shrugged.
"To be blunt, I married you because I loved you. I still love you, but we've been having a rough go of it. I think we should straighten things out between us."
She made herself plain by putting down what was in her hand on the nearby dresser and then stroking his thigh. No doubt about it, there was something really special about this woman. When her hand ran up his forearm, little hairs stood on end.
"We've been doing lousy in bed, Mavis. I sure hope you know what it is you're doing."
"I know," she nodded.
"You keep this up and I won't be able to stay under control."
"That's the idea," she insisted. "But this time we're going to do things my way instead of the hurry-up way you do things."
Jill realized she was becoming excited. She was once again going to behold the man's mighty cock, and it suddenly came to her that even if she hated the man, himself, she had fallen in love with his cock.
She fell to her knees in front of the chair, her knees feeling the softness of the carpeting under her. She pushed his legs apart, then ran her hands up inside his pants legs. She rubbed his calves, and then his ankles. After that she slid her hands out and kneaded his inner thighs through his pants, doing all this naturally, as if she had never had to read the script.
Erik was starting to feel aroused. This was the first time Jill was the aggressive one, and he had to admit, he liked her just as much this way as he did when he'd forced her to do what he had wanted. Being as naive as he was supposed to be, his character in the movie would never have expected sexual hunger from a wife who had previously shown dislike for everything he had done. He had to strain to remember he was playing such a character, or at least rehearsing such a part, ostensibly to keep Jill able to learn her own part. He knew that as good as her mouth was going to feel, he would be just as aroused when he watched her suck the other actor's cock.
"Damn it honey," he told her. "You're asking for trouble."
"Not quite right," Jill smiled. "I am asking, but not for trouble. What I am asking for, you're the only one capable of giving."
"You sure?" he wanted to know.
"I'm sure," Jill nodded, realizing she was no longer playing a part. Oh, she would go through all this tomorrow in the studio, but at the moment she wanted to do this with Erik.
"Well," he said, taking a deep breath. "Suppose you go ahead and prove it, honey."
"I think I'm going to do precisely that," she agreed, smiling up at him.
Without any hesitation whatsoever, she opened his large belt buckle and then unsnapped his waistband. Her movements were purposely slow to tantalize him. She stared intently at the lower half of his somewhat ponderous body and then slowly tugged down his zipper. She made him lift his behind off the seat, and then she tugged down both his pants and underpants, keeping them around his ankles for the moment.
Her two hands reached out very carefully, her extended thumbs lightly rubbing his sac-coated testicles, while she gently ran her other eight fingers over his penile projection. She lightly massaged the long, thick staff, but was careful not to touch the glans. Then her pressuring thumbs left his scrotum and began caressing the underside of his cock, moving along the full length of the urethra from bottom to top as she rubbed the webbing where his glans met the rest of his staff. Then she started rubbing the silken-fleshed baton between her palms, the way a boy scout would roll a stick of wood back and forth when trying to start a fire, only she massaged the cock much more slowly. Her mouth moved a little closer to the prick until he felt her heated breath blowing all over the length of the phallic spear.
Erik smiled to himself. She was learning well. Not only that, but he had been right about her innate sexuality. She was far sexier than even he had initially supposed. Yes, he had made a good deal when he had signed Jill up, and he had the feeling she would eventually realize it was a good deal for her, as it was for him, and she would come to terms with him. She was lovely! He had always used women before, no matter how beautiful they were, and when he had tired of them, he had either gotten them jobs elsewhere, or he had paid them off and had seen the last of them. But this one, this one would be difficult to forget. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he didn't want to try and forget her. He wanted her.
Staring at the way her mouth was hovering over his throbbing cock, he knew this time she was going to willingly suck it.
Go to it, Jill-baby! he thought.
His cock jumped as if echoing the sentiments of his mind. It too, seemed to know what was about to take place, and the little eye secreted a drop of lubricant as if to make the penile head a little slipperier for her and a little easier.
She breathed more heavily on the phallic head, letting the warm air from her nostrils all over the throbbing organ, then she pursed her pretty, full lips and blew cool air all over the tip. All of a sudden, her tongue leaped from her mouth, moving like a slithering mamba snake, and the very tip of it managed to capture that moist droplet seeping from the eye in his penile head. The action brought an involuntary moan from Eric.
Her wet and ready lips now formed a perfect "O" and then moved forward, taking the pulsating penile point into the dark wetness of her hot mouth. Her tongue, having known this cock before, caressed it, welcoming it back as if flicked at the tiny eye-like orifice while her soft lips continued to toy with the coronal ridge that flared out like the hood on the head of a cobra. She sucked it repeatedly, making the man moan.
Erik stared down, unable to believe how accomplished she had become in only twenty four hours. He watched her lovely, light brown hair move in waves, shimmering in the light of the room as her face moved lower, and then began bobbing up and down. On each downward movement of her mouth, another inch of his shaft was tantalizingly gobbled up into her mouth until half the length of his penis had been taken in.
Her hands didn't remain idle. They were working around his feet. First they tugged off his shoes and then, they pulled off his pants, and then his underpants. She tossed them off to the side, her mouth still busily working on his phallic length.
One of her delicate hands slid between his wide open thighs and proceeded to caress and squeeze the weightiness of his duffel-bag sized testicles. As she sucked more of the cock into her mouth, her cheeks began bloating and hollowing. She pushed more of the throbbing organ into her narrow oral orifice. The man's testicles were churning as he felt her lips continually compress around his thickness, and he knew if he kept feeling this way, he would soon unload every drop down her throat.
Jill, sensing how close he was to climaxing, looked up at him and decided she didn't want him coming yet. She took her mouth from his penis and said, "I'm going to make this a lot of fun for both of us."
Erik realized she was returning to the script, and he made a half-hearted effort to go along, as she reached out for the cup of hot tea sitting on the dresser.
"What are you doing with this?" he asked, as the character in the movie was supposed to do.
"You," she told him, "have a lot to learn about sex. Since I'm the one to teach you, and the best way is to show you how good it can feel I'm going to give you the blowjob to end all blowjobs. Then maybe you'll understand that I need to feel things too."
"I don't understand," he said, continuing to act everything out.
"The feeling you're about to receive, will not only carry you to paradise, but will do it by local instead of express. Getting there is going to be a long, tantalizing process."
She took a sip of the tea and put the cup back on the dresser. She was still on her knees, so all she had to do was turn her head and place it between his thighs, but she hunkered down so that her head was lower than his penis. She reached around his hips and tugged him forward, pressing the tip of his organ between her lips so that it was moving downward into her mouth.
Erik marveled at how quickly she had accepted all this. He knew she had never been overly moral, but it wasn't the immorality she was accepting. Rather it was the humbling. For by humbling herself willingly she was no longer being humiliated, but rather was almost in the dominating position. He gasped as he suddenly discovered a new, warm watery universe suddenly surrounding the throbbing length of his extended penis. It was as if his organ was actually swimming in Jill's tantalizing mouth. He found himself going insane, totally out of his mind, and he began humping his buttocks back and forth very rapidly, feeling the swirls of tea wrap themselves around his phallic length repeatedly as rushes of water inundated the cock.
God! His cock felt as if it were drowning in rapture as the warm tea flooded into his little penile opening and sent rushes of satisfying heat through his inner channel. She was right, and not just because the script said as much. As far as he was concerned, this was defintely the blowjob that topped them all. He felt the thrills continue charging through his hard cock, and just when he felt he was on the verge of a climax, she swallowed the tea.
"Enjoy, darling?" she asked, pulling her lips from his cock, and Jill knew the word darling was meant for Erik, and not the character in the script.
"Honey, you'd better believe it," the fat producer told her.
"Well, how about you doing a little something for me now?" she asked. "You know, they say it's more blessed to give than to receive, and I want you to be blessed."
"I don't know," Erik shrugged, once more falling into character though the truth was, he had never gone down on a woman in his life. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You mean you've never known any woman before meeting me, whom you liked enough to want to do something like this with?" Jill asked, looking him straight in the eye.
"Never!" Erik replied.
She knew it as Erik talking, and not the character in the movie. It was time for her to get some small revenge, and this would be the way. To have this great man humbling himself and lapping at her pussy would be just the right thing.
"Will you do it for me?" she asked.
"I'll try," he nodded.
The look in his eyes told Jill he intended doing just that. She would have some revenge, after all. The great man, the one with all the money, the one who had never gone down on a woman, but had made her feel ashamed to have her own pussy eaten in front of camera, was going to humble himself in front of her and suck her cunt.
"It's nice up here," she said, as he rose from his chair.
"It's nice anywhere," the man quipped.
"Mmm," she nodded, pressing her breasts against his arm, seeing the desire for her intensify in his eyes. "Why don't you undress me, darling. It's more fun that way."
"Will do, will do," he hastily assured her.
"Hurry," she insisted. "I want to know what it feels like to have the lips of a man who's tormented me sexually kissing my pussy. Belive me, darling, you're going to love it as much as I've loved sucking your delicious cock." She thrust her pelvis toward him as if to emphasize her words.
His hands were tenderly gentle, caressing her for the first time with care as he began to slowly remove her dress. Once he had it off, he slipped off her brassiere, revealing the roundness of her breasts. He stopped to fondle the orbs for a moment, feeling her nipples grow from flat brown pennies to full-blooded little capsules that ached for the touch of his tongue.
"Kiss them!" she ordered imperiously.
He looked at her with that "watch who you're ordering" look, then lowered his mouth to them and kissed them, letting his lingual organ circle each nipple, wetting it thoroughly and sucking on it.
He peeled off her half slip and pantyhose next, saving her pink panties for last.
As she stared at the heavy man, it occurred to Jill that he was a superior lover, for what he had done, than Drew Karper. She, like so many other women, had always been put off by a man's looks. Now she was learning that looks meant next-to-nothing when it came to sex. Granted this man was overendowed, but she had the feeling that even if he had been under-endowed, he would still know how to put what he had to better use than most men.
He reached for her and brought her close to him, kissing her soft mouth firmly, tenderly, lancing his tongue between her lips and then sucking on her tongue, inhaling the fresh sweetness of her flesh, for when she had come home after the movie, she had taken a long hot bath. He was taking his time, enjoying himself with her as he hadn't done the previous night. Slowly, almost ponderously, the man began sinking to his knees in front of her, kissing his way down her lovely torso, letting his lips run over the tenderness of her delightful belly, thrilling to the taste of her as well as the aroma of her nakedness.
Her body was a total pleasure, soft, tender, hairless save for the sparse sprinkling on her groin making her columnar white thighs look that much more wanton. She was a healthy pink-white all over, and the only visible marks were the light red lines caused by the elastic from her panties and the constriction of her brassiere.
Now that he was on his knees, Jill had no trouble lifting one foot and draping it over his shoulder, exposing the ragged-looking edges of her coral cuntlips beneath the peppery sprinkle of pubic hair.
Though Erik literally had seen thousands of cunts, he had never seen one this close up before, at least not off screen. He had to admit he loved looking at this one. What made it better than a movie was the fact that he was able to inhale her delightful fragrances, letting the aroma of her juices fill his nostrils.
Reaching out, he flatly covered her entire vagina with the palm of one hand, applying a gentle, loving pressure aware of her lubricant soaking his fingers. He shuddered and rubbed it right back into the soft tenderness of her pouting split-purse. At the same time, his other hand moved around and applied pressure to her asscheeks, massaging the delightful foam-rubber flesh, feeling the way the cheeks seemingly yielded only to return to their original shape.
Rising to his feet, he slipped his arms under hers and sat her down on the chair where he had been sitting, earlier.
"No!" Jill told him. "Not here, not on the chair. If you spray the whipped cream into my cunt here, you'll ruin the chair."
"You're right," he nodded, and lifting her under her armpits, he put her ass down on the marble top of his large dresser She leaned back against the mirror, feeling the silvered glass cool against her flesh.
"Then he grabbed the whipped cream and said, "The perfect dessert: hair pie topped with whipped cream."
Jill laughed out loud, leaning back and letting her shoulders take her weight for the moment. She spread her thighs and looked at him, also looking at the multitude of reflections caused by the mirror of the dressing table directly opposite that of the dresser against which she was leaning. There were countless Jills and Eriks and every one of the Jills was about to have her cunt gobbled by an Erik.
Erik was at a loss to understand why he was so entranced by this particular woman. Granted she was beautiful, but so were many of the other women he had known. She was also more than of average intelligence, but he had known women even smarter. Perhaps that was it. She as smart, but not too smart. She didn't make him feel inferior, but by the same token, she wasn't a dummy either. He hated a woman to whom he was unable to talk.
When he was young, before he had earned his money and had gone in for movie producing, he often used to dream about the perfect woaman. He had no idea what she would look like, but he knew she would be beautiful, and she would be smart. He didn't want one too beautiful, though he had to admit Jill was exceptionally stunning. Nor did he want one that was so smart she'd make him feel dumb. In that respect, Jill was perfect. She made him feel comfortable. Most important of all, she had to be turned on by the sight of him. This was something one of the other women had felt. Just why he believed Jill to be aroused by his nakedness was something for wich he was at a loss to explain, but he knew she was so aroused by the sight of him, and he was even more aroused knowing his weight didn't turn her off. It was the fact that other women were turned off by his being overweight, that had made him determined to dominate every one of them. This was why he had been overjoyed to get his hands on Jill, initially thinking of her as just another beauty queen who would object to being fucked by a fat man. But now, he saw something in her that he had never seen in any of the other women. He saw that she was actually in love with a part of him. She obviously was so fascinated by it, she didn't even think about his weight. He had fallen into his own trap. He was also in love.
Erik tugged the slender woman to the edge of the dresser and insisted she pull her heels back to her buttocks with her knees wide apart, keeping her coral cunt completely exposed. He stared at the tantalizing way her vaginal lips twitched and seemingly winked at him, noting the colorless lubrication seep from her lips like saliva, creating the impression her cunt was drooling. Oils ran down her buttocks.
Shaking the can of whipped cream, he hungrily stared at her entire naked body one more time. Even with her knees upraised and hiding the small swells of her delightful breasts, she was the most enticing female he had ever known. When he had told her he would give her anything to remain, he had meant justthat-anything. Her nipples and aerolae were completely hidden by her pressing knees, but he knew what they looked like and tasted like, and he hungered to taste that part of her, he had yet to savor.
Licking his lips, he reached out and let his fingers run over the delightful warmth of her sweet flesh, noting she was quivering too. Goosebumps were something no one faked, and she was covered with them at the moment. It was obvious she was as aroused by him as he was by her. He rubbed the inner hollows of her tantalizing thighs without actually touching the rich shell of her cunt. That cunt was now reserved for his mouth.
"Lie down flat," he ordered. "But I want you to keep your knees raised and your heels pressing against those sweet asscheeks of yours.
She obeyed, lying back on the cold marble when he put a pillow under her head. She looked up at him, wanting to hate him, trying to remember how he had degraded her, with his own cock and with the movie cameras. But somehow, she found it impossible to dislike him any longer. The warmth she felt for this man was something she had never felt for any other man.
He shook the can of whipped cream, then held it upside down and made a tiny cone of mounded froth around her left nipple, after which he ringed her right nipple, as well. Jill shivered from the cold, yet felt a strange delight at the pressure of the creamy foam on her body. Each areola was completely covered, though both were so small as to be almost non-existent. He had coated the rest of her breasts, as well, leaving only the peeping nipples visible. She shivered outwardly, but her shudders were more from the thrill of all this than it was from the coldness of the whipped cream. "Enjoy?" he asked.
"Believe it, lover. That's why I brought the whipped cream in the first place."
Though it was a line in the script, Erik somehow had the feeling she had meant it personally, and not as the character she was portraying in the movie. God! How ridiculous to be in love!
Shaking his head to clear it of cobwebbed thoughts, he pointed the can at her tantalizing groin. He pressed the top and the squiggly, white cream came foaming out. He started at the top of the sparse, curly pelvic hairs, spraying from side to side, making certain her entire pelvic mound above her pussy was covered. Gradually he moved the whipped cream toward her tantalizing vaginal lips.
Jill pressed the flat bottoms of her feet into the marble top of the dresser and lifted her buttocks, allowing him to coat her entire coral division, from the throbbing sentinel of her clitoris all the way down to her perineum, squealing when he squirted some whipped cream at her anal opening, as well.
"Honey," he told her, stepping back and admiring her as she lowered her ass to the marble. "You know, you really do look good enough to eat."
"Well then," Jill smirked. "Start feeding, lover!"
Slowly, he approached her from the side, leaned over, and kissed her one more time on her mouth, realizing there was an unmistakable response to his kiss this time. He allowed his tongue to play with hers for a moment, and then let his mouth trail down her chin, her neck, and her throat, moving down to her left breast. He licked the cream from around her small areola as well as that which covered her white flesh. He pulled it into his mouth with the tip of his tongue a little at a time. Little by little, he played his flat tongue across her tempting nipple, and it looked like a tan pinky standing up as it did. Blood filling it, had turned it from its usual soft tan to a reddish tan. He licked very slowly, letting his tongue sweep the whipped cream from her entire breast before pulling the tantalizing nipple into his mouth and sucking powerfully. He sucked her tingling nipple for more than five minutes. Then he moved his mouth to the left nipple and proceeded to go to work on that, as well. First the cream, then the nipple, and finally he engulfed the entire breast. He filled his mouth with her soft flesh, biting on it, chewing it, sucking, enjoying the freshness of her.
After what seemed like heavenly forever to Jill, the man moved his face to where her rounded heels continued pressing into the swells of her buttocks. He moved his head into the delta between her thighs, inhaling the way her inner oils mingled with the whipped cream, creating an arousing scent that made his stiff cock even stiffer. Looking at her thighs, he decided it was almost impossible to tell where the whipped cream ended and the whiteness of her thighs began.
Sinking his head even lower, he began nibbling the inside of one delightful thigh. He began licking, moving his tongue teasingly nearer and nearer to her cream-covered cunt. The ooze slipping from her pussy was so strong, the scent nearly overpowered the man. It took all his strength not to faint from the sheer delegability of it all. Both his hands were cupping her rounded buttocks, squeezing them tightly. Jill gasped and trembled with lascivity, and then Erik's mouth was burrowing into her snowy pussy, licking the savory foam and lapping through the whiteness with his tongue, slurping loudly as his oral organ pressed against her wide-open cuntlips.
"Hhhh aaaaa uuuu nnnn hhhh ... ooooohhhhhh ... yessssssss...." Jill hissed. "Kiss my pussy ... loverr-rrrr ... lick off all the cream ... ohhhhhh ... hhh aaa nnnn hhhh ... lap ... lap ... morrrrrre ... don't stop ... never stop ... Eriiikkk ... love youuuuu ... morr-rrrrrre ... hh aaa nnn hhh ... oooohhh ... wonnnn-derrrrfulllllll ... aaaannnnhhhhh...."
Erik began lapping more and more quickly, his tongue quickly wiping away whatever whipped cream was left. Her rich, pink labia were wide open to his staring eyes.
Heatedly wet, lengthy kisses continued heavily covering her soft, hair-fringed labia. They were long, slurping kisses that made Jill wriggle with an inner excitement she had never previously felt, in spite of the wonderful highs she had previously hit. The flowered-open flaps of her burning cunt continued exuding a rich musky scent-the very essence of her inner being.
Jill felt wonderful. It was as if the man's tongue was washing away all the sins perpetrated on her body since she had first arrived here the previous day.
Her thighs began a slow, tantalizing rotation, slowly starting to pick up speed as the man continued hungrily licking, parting her delightful cuntlips even wider with his licking tongue, worming the lingual organ that much deeper inside her, plunging it farther into the steamy recesses of her bubbling vaginal pandiculation. She clutched two handfuls of his gray hair and pulled, yanking his eagerly hungry mouth deeper into the darkness of her sweet tunnel of love. Her long, slender thighs entwined themselves solidly around his neck as he lifted her lovely buttocks from the top of the dresser, to tongue even lower into her pink chasm.
"Uuuuu nnnn gggg hhhh...." Jill gasped. "Darling ... hhhh aaa nnnn hhh ... it's so good ... so very good ... you should ... aaa nnn hhhhhhh ... do this for a living instead of hiring otherrrrssss ... aaannnhhhh ... bite me down there ... oooooooohhhhhhhhwow-wwwwwwww ... bite me ... bite me ... bite meeee-eeee ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhhh ... let me feel your tee-eeeeth ... oooo hhhh ... wwww aaaa uuuu wwww aaaa...."
Erik wasn't certain he actually heard Jill correctly. Still, he wasn't the kind to ask questions. He was used to commanding a situation, and whether or not she told him to bite her, he intended doing just that. After all, he was supposedly still boss.
Supposedly! That was the key word. He wondered if Jill knew just how much control she really had over him, and if she did, would she abuse it?
He lathered his tongue and pushed it into the tautness of her squishy, vaginal depths all over again, then slid out as he moved his lips to the silken-furred, pouting purse divided by what looked like an inkline. God! She tasted so good! At the top of her inner labia her budding clitoris stood shiningly out, as if it were there to guard the entranceway to her simmering feminine tunnel. Erik brushed his lips against it, feeling her bounce, and then he rubbed the edges of his teeth against it.
Jill gasped and trembled uncontrollably, feeling unbelievable delight. He gently surrounded the pulsating vaginal guard with his teeth, biting the flesh around the head of her engorged clitoris without acutally gnawing on it. He delicately edged her clitoral stem with his upper dentures, and Jill began squealing her delight out loud.
He nibbled a little more strongly, and this time Jill gasped even more loudly as his thumbs rubbed up and down inside the softness of her vaginal labia while keeping them widely separated. The glistening pink pearl of her clitoris began visibly throbbing as cool air swished around it. With the tip of his tongue, Erik licked along the inside of her left inner labius, moving from top to bottom, then the lingual digit leaped across to her right labius and slid from bottom to top. Jill gasped and shuddered because of the continual way his flicking tongue tantalized, panting that much more loudly as the moments rushed by.
"Ohhhh hhhh ... hhhh aaaa nnnn hhhh ... yyyyes-sssss ... aaaa nnnn hhh ... keep doing that ... don't stop ... don't stop ... yessssss ... so good ... so good ... so good...." she muttered, and then her hands were pushing his head from her dripping vaginal interior as she straightened her legs out full length on the dresser top.
"Like?" he asked, realizing by now his talent at cunt lapping was as good as his cock was at fucking.
"Erik, you have a mouth that was designed to eat pussy," Jill insisted. "Now come on and fuck me, fuck me good. I want to feel the full length of your hot cock inside me."
Now Erik knew she was talking to him and not acting out a part. The script had called for the scene to end with the woman coming when her husband ate her. But Jill was telling him something over and above what was written in the script. She was talking directly to him, and not to an actor. She had stopped acting. What she was feeling was obviously real enough.
"I have a better idea," he told her. "Yesterday I fucked you. Today I want you to fuck me."
He pulled her off the tabletop of the dresser and walked over to the chair in which he had been sitting, earlier. It had a high back, strong legs, and no arms. He plumped himself down in it, sitting back, spreading his thighs wide, letting his penis spear upward at a forty-five degree angle as if beckoning to Jill.
Jill licked her lips. God! She wanted to feel that long, stiff, throbbing piker filling her once again. Her breasts and vagina shone with his saliva, making her glisten.
Christ! She had filled her mouth right to her tonsils with that cock, and now she was going to cram it into her cunt.
This would be a new experience for her. It was the first time she had taken the dominant position. Males always wanted to show their superiority by being the ones on top. She was going to like this.
I'll fill my cunt with that cock," she told him, "but I think it might be a good idea if you pushed the back of the chair against the wall, so that we don't accidentally tip over."
Erik agreed with her, and getting to his feet, he pulled the big chair against the one bedroom wall with no furniture against it. Jill was right behind him, pressing her breasts into his back, rubbing her lightly haired pelvis against his buttocks. When he turned around and once again sat in the chair, she fell to her knees for a moment, wanting to make certain his cock was well-lubed before splitting her up the middle. Besides, she had an urge to suck again.
Lowering her lips, forming them into a ribboned "O," she surrounded the shuddering cock; she was thrilled when Erik began siohing as she filled her mouth with his organ. Yesterday he had been so nasty about it, as if her sucking his cock was his due. Today, he was showing his appreciation, and this made her happy. It was as if yesterday had never existed, and she was starting all over again today.
"Just make it nice and wet and slippery, that's all," he told her.
"That's all I want to do," she assured him, rising, moving her face forward and nuzzling his cheek. Her slender thighs sat on his heavy legs, surrounding them as she gripped the back of his head with her two hands and brought his mouth down to her breast. He sucked on the orb until he felt his teeth would fall out. Heatedly aroused, he was unaware of what was going to happen, and he was taken aback when she reached down with one hand, solidly gripped his steel-hard, spit-shiny staff with her fingers and guided it directly into the tantalizing maw of her shuddering cunt. Tight but tender, her walls surrounded and gripped his stanchion as she gobbled him up, descending on the phallus like some angel of death ready to swallow up every living thing.
Erik reacted automatically, gripping the twin globes of her softly rounded asscheeks, holding them tightly, squeezing the gluteal flesh, making the beautiful movie star moan with joy. Her heels reached all the way down and hooked themselves around the back legs of the chair as she pressed her thighs all the more firmly around his. Her soft flesh rubbed against his paunchy body as she struggled to gain some kind of leverage. All the while, she continued sliding her body up and down on the throbbing length of Erik's delightful phallus.
Her nipples were the color of copper pennies, but still swollen like tiny bullets, and because her areolae were so small, her nipples contrasted all the more strongly with the whiteness of her breasts. She leaned more firmly into him so her nipples all, but cut into the flesh on his chest as his fists squeezed her buttocks all the more heartily, and began to automatically lift and lower her, raising and dropping her lovely body, moving her with tremendous power as if they were both part of a single machine. Her wetly slavering cunt continued contracting all the more firmly, clinging to the throbbing hardness of his heavy prick as the spear-like organ continued its rummaging through the pink core of her feminine oven. The soft walls clung very tightly, as if Jill feared this man might pull out of her at any moment and desert her. She didn't know why, but with him, for the first time in her life she actually felt secure.
She bounced uncontrollably up and down, slamming her buttocks into his lap, ramming her shudderingly aroused body ever harder against his. She leaned forward and planted burning kisses on the strained side of his neck and she pushed her small breast into his mouth, ramming it ever deeper each time he lowered his head to suck on it.
Panting, Erik leaned back in the chair for the moment, his rump sliding forward and balancing on the very edge of the seat. Now she seemed to be thrusting up and down almost vertically, ramming the full length of his ram-solid cock impossibly deeper into the boiling tautness of her suckingly soaking vagina. The glans banged into the rear wall of her cunt each time the cock sank into the steaming depths of her quivering vagina, making her deliriously gasp with pain.
"Ye-es ... ye-es ... ye-es...." she urged ... "ohh-hhhhhh ... deeper ... deeper ... don't stop my love ... deeper ... ohhhhhhh ... you're so wonderfully deep already ... and you feel so deliciously hard inside me ... it feels so good ... so good ... ohhhhhhhh ... aaaa nnnn hhhh ... yessssss ... oooooohhhhhh ... I love it, I love it ... I love it...."
Her delightfully rounded asscheeks slammed down all the harder against the wrinkled sac of his scrotum each time she sat in his lap. It was wonderful, it was filling, it was magnificent, but for Jill it still wasn't enough. She wanted more ... more ... more, and with her arms tightly gripping his head, she bent her face forward, putting her mouth to his ear, and said, "Remember the way my ass was fingered when I was being fucked today, Erik? You do that to me! Come on, Erik, do it!"
This was something Erik didn't often do, but far be it from him to deny Jill anything. Whatever she wanted, he would grant.
Moving his fingers between her tightly rounded asscheeks, he slid his index digit the littlest bit lower, allowing it to gather some of the slick, oily honey seeping from the depths of her tantalizing vagina. When he felt he had enough of the viscous flow on his fingertip, he began working the point carefully between the lush cheeks of her ass, aware of the way they trembled with anticipation. Slowly, he began cork-screwing it into her rectal pucker, carefully widening the opening so that it slid right in through the clutching elastic ring with a minimum of resistance.
Jill discovered she was higher on sex than she had ever been on liquor or marijuana. She felt lush thrills bursting through her trembling body with such power that she was unable to distinguish the driving pressure of his finger from the constant thrusts of his hard cock as she continued rising and falling. Her ass rotated uncontrollably, and her cheeks butted themselves wildly against his thighs, feeling her flesh stick to his every time she sat down. Her sighs gasped over his head as he tightly clung to him, feeling every little bit of his hardened flesh massage her vaginal walls.
Erik's finger had penetrated her rectal cavity only to the first knuckle, and the only resistance was her natural narrowness inside. He shoved the digit a little harder, rotating it circularly as he pushed, and the finger sank a little deeper, halfway to the second knuckle. In, in, in, it slowly moved, keeping pace with the way her buttocks wildly bounced. Jill was in Seventh Heaven, enjoying every little thing happening to her. Her constantly moving, rotating, shuddering young body continued quaking with a perverse delight as the man's finger finally probed all the way into her.
Slowly, very slowly her narrow rectum began opening, accepting the pushing length of his finger all the way inside. She allowed her body to surrender to the deliciously exuberant thrills continuing to flash through her quivering torso, purposely slamming her buttocks all the more solidly against his hairy thighs as her nails sank into his neck.
"Uuuuu nnnn hhhh ... Erik ... I love you...." she gasped, meaning it, aware for the first time how much she wanted and needed this gross man. "You are one fantastic fuck, darling ... oooooohhhhhh ... keep shoving that finger ... uuuu nnnn hhhh ... into my assssss ... ohhhhhhhh ... that's ittttttttt ... fabulousssssss ... deeeeper ... deeeeeeperrrrrr ... wiggle it all around and around and around...."
Wild ecstasy claimed the two of them as lightning seemed to charge through them at the same time. Jill was slamming her slender form so solidly against the bulky body of Erik Gordon, the back of the chair was now continually slamming against the wall. She rode him as if he were a galloping horse as his lengthily stabbing cock took total control of her lovely body, thrusting far past her womb-opening to the deepest part of her vaginal interior, the head constantly banging against the back wall. All the while his pudgy, knuckled finger continued driving into the tight depths of her tantalizing asshole. One blistering current of electricity after another, burned through Jill's slender hips and rounded thighs. The electricity ran up to her small breasts, charging into her elongated nipples, then ignited sparks straight down the center of her quivering body into her vibrating clitorial extension.
With her ankles still hooked around the back legs of the chair for leverage, she lifted and lowered herself, slamming her body insanely against his, and the back of the chair thumped against the wall every time her cunt slammed forward and down. Erik felt himself being wonderfully ridden as if he were a stallion. He lasciviously responded to her downward drives by slamming the hard length of his powering cock straight up.
"Morrrre ... morrrre ... morrrrre...." Jill shudder ingly gasped out loud. "Try ... oooooooh ... and ... uhhhh ... shove that ... ohhhh ... fingerrrrrr ... deeperrrrrrrr into my ... assssss ... ohhhhhh ... cram that cock ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhh ... farther into my ... oooohhcunt...."
The weighty man's mind was spinning with rapturous glory at this point. His other fingers were continuing to dig all the more solidly into her tantalizingly rounded assflesh as his forefinger maintained its constant driving pressure into the tightness of her rubbery rectal depths. Her lovely ass continued its round rotation over the inthrust finger as it massaged and scoured the tender membranes lining her asshole. Now her rectal interior was stretching and straining, and her vaginal interior was expanding as a result of the massive thickness of his driving cock. Jill knew she would never be satisfied with another cock again. This one was the right length, the right thickness, and had the right power behind it.
Erik was aware of his penile length massaging his probing finger. A thin membrane of flesh between her rectal and vaginal cores was the only thing separating the probing manual digit from the length of his solid prick. The membrane was much stronger than it initially felt. He purposely pressed his finger against it a number of times, and though the flesh elastically yielded to the pressure, he realized Jill was feeling no pain at all. For the first time in his life, he was glad. This was one woman he no longer wished to hurt. It also made him aware that her asshole would have enough elasticity to take a cock without inner membranes tearing, and this was important, because one of the sex scenes in the picture called for her ass to be used.
The pressure was becoming too strong for Erik. There was no way for him to restrain his orgasm, and from the way Jill was panting and gasping, it was obvious she was very close to her own satisfaction.
Jill was the one doing most of the fucking, bouncing wildly, filling her narrow asshole and almost equally narrow vaginal center with parts of him as she maintained her pace. She bounced wildly, demonically, filling herself to overflowing with his two probes, only to lift herself up again, leaving him hollow, and then once again slamming down, letting him pound into her twin craters, filling her slender body with all his masculine flesh. Erik felt the stiffness of his throbbing cock enlarging, bloating, hurting as it thickened inside her while Jill started whimpering continually in totally abandoned heat. Her thighs clung tightly to his, squeezing him all the more wildly with each solid instroke, her wildly flailing head causing her long brown hair to fly from side to side.
Erik was leaning back in the chair now, holding her slender upper torso at arm's length, leering down at the thrillingly arousing sight of his solid phallus slithering in and out of her pussy. The lips of her cunt were swollenly puffed, looking all the more exciting for having his cock locked between them, and when she put her hands on his shoulders to maintain her balance, he was once again able to grip her asscheeks and help her move up and down. He lifted her as high as possible without taking her off his cock, and then allowed gravity to slam her right back down again.
Jill started shuddering violently, trembling uncontrollably as she gasped with animalistic grunts because of the constant, lascivious dredging of her tense form becoming stronger and more overpowering. Her eyes were now tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was hanging slackly open as she began gutturally babbling, a woman balanced on the very knifeedge of total wanton satisfaction. She bounced like an uncontrolled wildcat, hammering her dual terebrations all the harder against the invading probes.
"YYYY EEEE AAAA GGGG HHHH UUUUU NNNN GGGG HHHH...." she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP ... I'M ... AAAANNNNHHHH ... COMMMIIINNNGGG-UHHHHHH ... KEEEEEP ... UUUNNNHHHH ... GOIIIINNNNGG ... OHHHWWWAAAWWW-AAANNNGGGHHHH ... NOWWWWWW ... NOWWWWWW ... YESSSSSS ... AAANNNGGG HHHH ... YYYAAAAIIIIYYYY ... AAAAGGGG-HHHH!"
Her climactic gasps were a shrieking plea to feel even more and stronger sensations, becoming so high-pitched that they suddenly shut hoarsely off. Her fingers dug deeply into his shoulders as she bounced herself into his lap again and again, moving like a crazy spasmodic animal. Her narrow vaginal interior sucked and pulled on his upthrust phallus as it constantly pounded into her tightness, an eternal flow of viscous vaginal fluids keeping his thrusting cock soaking wet and dribbling onto the wrinkled sac, below.
The tightly clutching membranes of the lovely movie queen's cunt was all the pressure that was needed to bring the burning, molten male serum from the depths of his prostate. The white flood charged through his vibrating penis and began spurting anxiously into the clinging tightness of her sucking cunt. His throbbing organ was like an uncontrolled firehose, unleashing blast after blast of his high-powered, burning semen into the tightly sucking grotto of her feminine depths. The thickly swollen inner lips of her narrow vagina tugged and swallowed the semen deep into her clamoring belly. Her naked crotch slammed itself repeatedly into his lap as she ground wildly against him, seeking every seminal drop of his male fluid.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she loudly begged.
Her arms were now solidly entwined around the weighty man's neck and her lips were kissing his mouth, his face, and his throat. Her lips felt like burning presses against his throat as he felt the way her body vibrantly thrilled to the flaming semen melting in the center of her belly as she continued bouncing madly on his throbbing cock.
He had been unable to scream as he had unleashed his sperm into her. He had been so overcome with desire for her, all he was capable of doing was gasping. Sperm mingled with heavy quantities of her lubricity ran into his lap, all over his hairy groin, soaking the velvet covering of the seat, beneath. But he had Jill wrapped in his strong arms, not giving a damn, and even as the blasts diminished, he refused to loosen his hold. To Jill it made little difference since her mind was swimming with delight, her body so overcome with thrills it was temporarily incapable of another orgasm.
Finally, it was over and she slid from his lap, staggering to the bed where she allowed herself to lie.
"Well," Erik asked, pantingly, "how about it? Will you stay?"
"I don't know," she told him, not looking at him, ashamed to admit she loved him, afraid he would use that love to take advantage of her. "I need time to think."
"Sure," he nodded, walking over to her. "Let's sleep on it."