Chapter 8
"Harder, harder," Doreen said as she felt the man beneath her grip her nipples furiously and wind them around like two mainsprings.
She fixed her eyes on the thick, pulsating prick pole diving in and out of her gyrating pussy hole. The thing was so wet it glistened in the dim light from the fireplace.
"Oh, oh, oh," she cried and pumped her pussy as hard as she could up and down on the man's hard, punishing prick pole.
She threw her weight to her knees and raised and lowered her body up and down as fast as she could go, pumping the guys's cock all the way up and all the down the hard, thick base.
Horton Granger spat on his two fingers and brought them around to her ass hole. He separated the delicious globes of her butt with one hand and wiggled the fingers into her bung.
"Oh, God," she said and rode his cock pole harder.
Horton Granger looked down to see the spectacular show of Doreen's muscular, gripping cunt massage his dick furiously as she fucked him. He sat up a bit and got a better view.
His huge cock was dripping wet and riding in and out of the woman's fabulously tight slit as fast as she could fuck him.
"Go to it," he said and wound his fingers further up her sweet, moist poop chute.
Doreen played with her nipples like dice and rocked back and forth on the big, vibrating schlong. It rammed in and out of her pussy like a giant pison gone out of control.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Horton said, feeling his temperature rise a bit.
This was maybe the only woman who had made him feel this way over the twenty years they had been together. She could throw one mighty fuck, no doubt about it.
Doreen tossed her blonde head back and wound her hips around in hot, erotic circles. Then, she pumped his prick handle as fast as she could.
All the way up and all the way down.
Up and down.
In and out. Harder and faster.
Sliding up and sliding down.
The hot, smacking noises grew louder. They grew faster.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Doreen cried and gripped her pussy muscles tightly around the big, thick dick pole. She rode it further up and down.
Horton Granger felt his balls sear the base of his prick with their heat and furious rhythms. He pumped his hips up and down in an attempt to dive deeper into the woman's undulating snatch.
He let out a low string of moans.
His balls thudded against his oiled up prick base and exploded into his pecker. His pecker shot out its load of white, creamy juice.
Doreen wiggled her hips furiously up and down on the shooting dick.
She humped his cock like greased lightning.
"Oh, shit!! ! ! " she cried suddenly and tossed her load with a wild, rollicking series of hip thrusts and shouts and screams of passion.
"Fuck me."
"Oh, shit, oh shit."
"Fuck my cunt."
"Fuck me. Again. More."
Horton Granger pulled his fingers out of the girl's cunt and slipped them under her arm pits. He lifted her up off his still rock hard cock and threw her down on the bed. He squeezed her huge tit melons so hard she screamed.
And when she opened her mouth, he stuck his rock hard pecker inside it. "Suck it," he ordered.
Doreen wound her eager mouth around the full length of the man's enormous shaft. She sucked it so hard her cheeks bellowed in.
She lapped furiously at the head, devouring the man's creamy jism as she smacked her lips together around his hard, wet base.
"Suck it, suck it," Horton cried.
Doreen propped herself up on her elbows and took the whole thing down so deep into her throat, Horton could see the bulge in her neck.
Then, she stroked her neck with one hand where the bulge was, and Horton felt it.
"Get it hard again," Horton commanded. "Suck it hard, you fucking bitch."
Doreen obliged.
She pulled the thickening shaft into her mouth still further and began to take the man's balls in after it. She sucked the wrinkly spongy flesh of the man's scrotum and then sucked in the elliptical balls inside.
The whole time, she kept making those crazed sucking and licking sounds that always drove Horton's cock on to new heights and greater awareness.
"Fuck my dick with your mouth, you little vixen."
Doreen blew the man's cock till her face turned blue.
She slithered the thing slowly, agonizingly out of her mouth and then took it back again, a little at a time. She felt Horton's dick stiffen under the guidance of her thick, hard tongue and its lapping vibrations.
Finally, Horton felt his cock rise again. It was something few women had the stamina for, but this one did. He felt his cock thicken at the base, then rise up all along the shaft until the head became round, smooth and full again.
He laughed.
He laughed and yanked his rock hard rod out of the girl's sucking, fucking mouth.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto her two knees.
He looked at the sweet, hot pink eye of her perfectly oval juiced up cunt. He lusted for that cunt. He longed for it in every waking moment.
He drew his dick back hard and thrust it forward.
He landed a bull's eye square into the runny wet pink hole of her luscious cunt slit.
He aimed at her pussy, and he stuck his dick knob right up it.
"Oooooh," she said, feeling the renewed excitement of having Horton Granger's thirsty big prick stuck up her pussy all over again.
"Fuck it," Horton said in a gravelly voice.
Doreen wiggled her hips up on the thing and gripped it with the whole force of her undulating wall of pussy muscles. She gripped his rod.
She gave it a furious cunt massage with her talented squeezing muscles.
She choked his cock off at the base with her muscular cunt.
And Horton's cock loved every biting pressure point.
He loved the way that thing gripped him in waves of delirious lust. In a storm of hot, passionate squeeze after squeeze.
"Oh, God," he said when he felt her muscles begin to do their thing.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Doreen whispered to him and to herself.
She loved nothing more than the feel of this man's dick up her cunt. The thing she loved almost as much was having it choke her down her sucking throat. But this was even better.
She rocked back and forth on her knees and felt the guy brutalize her cunt slit. He was brutalizing her cunt slit with his hammering hard dick rod.
Doreen took the thing up so high inside her, she felt it ram into her core. It tore into the core of her being and made her come all over again.
She came in a screeching, gasping whirlwind of crazed orgasm.
"Oh, wow!! ! ! ! ! " she said and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming so loud she woke the neighbors. "Oh, no, no, no . ... oh, yes, yes, yes."
All the way forward and all the way back, Doreen rocked on her knees.
She rocked forward and fell on the pillow.
She rocked forward and skewered her tight pussy off of Horton's huge dick.
She rocked back and plugged herself into it again.
She rocked backward and sunk to the base, gripping and seizing it hard all the way.
She rocked backward and Horton caught her on the hook of his hard, mean cock pole.
He caught her like a fish on the end of his dick hook.
She sat back on the man's huge, throbbing dick and felt him inside her.
She wiggled her pussy around and around.
She bit into his prick with the tight, expert muscles of her cunt slit.
She drove his dick hard and furiously to another gut-wrenching climax.
"Shiitttttt!! ! ! " Horton said over and over again.
He wrapped his arms, around her chest in a wrestling hold.
He pulled her up off his dick and slammed her down onto it again.
"Fuck it, fuck it."
"Fuck my cock, you fucking cunt."
"Ohhhhhh, fuck that cock, you little savage."
"Fuck my hard dick."
"Fuck my cock."
"Oooooh, shitttttttt!! ! ! ! "
Horton felt the front of his head burst open. He screamed deliriously as he opened fire into Doreen's tight, gripping pussy slit.
He pounded the woman's insides. He battered her cunt with his hammer dick.
Doreen held her legs together as tight as she could. She took every inch of the guy's cock and all of his delicious slick milky white come up inside her.
She swallowed his spunk with her greedy pussy mouth.
She sucked him dry.
She sucked his cock dry of all its man load.
She bled Horton's cock of its load of cream.
When she finally slid off his prick, the thing was pink and clean again.
She tried to get her breath.
She lay on the round bed and mopped the hair out of her eyes.
She heaved her huge tits and let out a weary sigh.
It had been a long fuck. It had been a punishing one. And she was tired. She was exhausted.
Horton sat up and ran his hands up and down the full, hardish length of his big man cock. He smiled and then smiled at her.
She rolled over and grabbed for a cigarette. She lit it and sat up in the darkness. She pulled a persistent lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.
"I think fights should always end like that," she said in her honey-throated voice.
Horton tilted his face up to the ceiling and let out a deep raunchy laugh.
"I think you're a nymphomaniac," he said.
"Look at my inspiration," she said and put her hand on his knee.
"Yeah," Horton said, eyeing the cock which was finally showing signs of a recession, "just look at it now. I think you finished it."
"Yeah," Doreen sighed, "for at least ten minutes."
"Oh, you know what happens when you get me on a roll."
Doreen smiled. She knew very well.
"So what do we do about this Witherspoon thing?" Horton asked after another moment in which everything was quiet for a change.
"I don't know," Doreen said and wished to hell she did have an idea in mind.
"If he rats on me, I'm finished," Horton said. "You're finished!"
He stared at Doreen long and hard.
"It doesn't have to be like that," she said in a mellow tone of voice. "You could still come here. I make enough off the regulars to support the place."
Horton smiled a wry smile. "It's not like the old days, is it?"
"You mean when this place survived on the custom of four old millionaires alone? No, it isn't," Doreen said. "Mamie was a good madam, but she was no businesswoman. Christ, when we took this place over, it was nearly managed into the ground."
"Times change," Horton said and tried not to think about it.
"So do people," Doreen whispered.
"That's why I'm glad you haven't," Horton said softly. Doreen stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Witherspoon," she muttered under her breath, "who needs him?"
"I'm afraid I do," Horton sighed.
"What the hell for? You've got money, position, power ... you've even got a girl who's goofy enough to be crazy about you ... even if she is a hooker. What do you need with that old fart?"
Horton stared up at the ceiling, then took in a deep breath. "Diversion, my dear," he said in his most professorial tones, "Put simply, the man amuses me."