Chapter 2
In the month following their marriage, nothing changed. When Dennis fucked her, it was always preceded by a scene of master and slave. Joanna was made to beg for his cock before he would give it.
But still she didn't mind. Because, when she did get it, she loved it. She had always known, since she first discovered the tingling sensations her fingers could cause in her pussy, that she would love sex. But she had never dreamed that she would crave it, that her body would demand it.
He fucked her nearly every night the first week. And then, suddenly, he would plead tiredness, or not come home until the early morning hours, saying that he had a business meeting.
On those times she would wildly finger her cunt to several orgasms and hope that the following night he would decide to give in to her pleadings and satisfy her now rampant desires with his cock.
By their first month anniversary, Joanna had another problem; trying to suppress her curiosity about other men. She found herself staring at men's crotches, wondering about the size of their cock. She would see a man smiling at her and found herself smiling back, wondering what it would be like to thrash her body under his, with his prick deeply embedded in her pussy.
She was determined, that night, to make Dennis want her so badly that he would rape her. She bought the sheerest nightie she could find and matched it with a pair of crotchless panties that no man could resist spearing his prick through.
She hurried home to prepare for him, only to find his car already in the driveway. It was dark in the alcove, but through the glass paneled doors separating the bedroom from the living room, she could make out a faint light. She stood there a few moments, then went softly to the doors.
Piercing the darkness, she saw two figures, one on his knees with his head buried between the legs of the other.
"God, Dennis, you're beautiful... man, really beautiful. Keep sucking, baby, awwww..."
Then she heard her husband's voice and realized that it was Dennis on his knees before the other man.
"Oh, shit, I love your cock, Ted."
Dennis' breathing was heavy, and Joanna could smell the sweat as they panted like animals, gasping and moaning in delight. It had seemed like hours to her since entering, but it had only been a few minutes, and she hadn't breathed at all. Backing toward the door, she turned and ran, falling over the coffee table.
"Hey, who's there?" Dennis yelled, as she reached the front door.
She didn't stop, but ran until her feet found the street. She continued racing until she had run five blocks from the house.
"He's gay," she said aloud. "My husband is gay! No wonder he doesn't give me all the cock I need! Well... there's a way to remedy that."
The bar was dim and the bartender was warm and friendly. He was tall, blond, with bedroom eyes and a huge bulge in the front of his tight-fitting black pants. His name was Dan and he was exactly what Joanna was looking for.
"Me you from around here?"
"I live quite a way from here... I walked around most of the night."
He smiled at her with his eyes. He had beautiful, deeply sad and sexy eyes. In fact, the whole atmosphere around him whispered sex, his eyes, smile and voice.
"I'm closing up in an hour. Would you like to take a walk, or something?"
"A little of bath," Joanna said, laughing and ordering another drink to wait.
They walked to the beach, and all along the way Joanna kept stealing glances at the bulge in his pants. It seemed to rise a little more each time she brushed her hips against his thigh or the bulge of her tit against his arm.
When they were on the soft sand in the darkness, she turned and kissed him. His hand reached for her creamy tit and squeezed, gripping it with a gentleness she had never experienced with Dennis.
Christ, the only guy I've slept with had to be gay!
Her thoughts returned to Dan. He was holding her closely now, with his hands moving under her sweater, softly caressing her nipples. She edged closer, pushing herself forward to feel his cock against her cunt mound. She felt it, rubbing her hand up and down his pants.
"We just met."
"I know, but I don't care," Joanna replied. "I want your cock. I need it."
Together, they sank to the sand. Unzipping his trousers, she drew out his cock and held it gently. It was huge. Her own body lurched up to him as his hands went inside her pants. He played with the soft cunt hair, moving lower and finding her slit wet and eager for fucking. She moaned, almost jumping, as he put his finger inside her.
"What's wrong? Does that hurt?"
"Only a little. I'm sorry. I guess I was hurt by the last, or should I say the first, guy I ever let... but it doesn't hurt. Honest. It feels wonderful."
She lay back as he pulled her panties down and her skirt up. "We'll get naked over at my place later. Right now, I can't wait."
"Neither can I," Joanna gasped. "Oh, God, your dick feels good." With one deft motion she pulled her sweater up over her bra and then her bra itself. Her tits tumbled free so he could suck on them and play with them while he fucked her.
His mouth and hands were hot on her, crushing her body into his. Her body quivered with his gentle touch. And amid the strangling waves of remorse, guilt, hate, and loneliness, rose the hunger and need that found its mate only in her cunt, at the mercy of his cock.
"More, more!" she begged, tugging at his clothes.
"You're good... so good." His words were lost in his maddening crush to her mouth. "God, so good."
His moans were echoing in her throat.
"Oh, Dan hurry! Fuck me, eat me, do something! Your hands and your lips are driving me crazy!"
"Goddam," he groaned, filling his hands with the hugeness of her tits.
"Take me! Take me!" she pleaded with him, her face now buried in his chest.
Eagerly he pulled her into his arms, his hands moving over her body. She tensed at the touch of his hands on her tits and his fingers on her nipples. Her pussy was oozing with desire. She closed her eyes as she felt him push her down into the soft sand. Then she reached for him and thrilled, to the feel and touch of his giant cock.
"Hurry, please, hurry! I need you... I need you now!"
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she pulled him closer. She squirmed and writhed under him at the feel of his mouth on her tits, and her nipples quickly erected into small mountains. "Want me! Oh, please, want me!" she panted desperately into his throat.
And his answer was to stroke and play and toy with her body.
She quivered and moaned with each touch and she clung to him as if afraid of separation.
Deeper and deeper her desire mounted. Higher and higher her sensations climbed. And now there was no stopping. Her flesh shivered with each touch, with each stroke, and she gasped in delight at the pleasure.
"Now! Do it now! Don't wait!"
He took her into his arms as his cock rammed into her cunt.
She felt as if a hot poker was ripping her cunt apart and the shock of it tore a gasp from her throat. Quivering and shaking with lust, she lunged forward as if to suck him into her pussy. Her hips and buttocks gyrated in slow undulations under him, and with her hands on him, she forced his movements to match hers.
And then the passion swept over her.
She lost all control and her body became a wild thing, lunging and pressing and tearing and smothering him. Her breathing became quick and heavy and her fingers raked long, red trails down his back. Her white teeth clawed at his shoulder with each shudder of pain and delight. And then there were no limits to the twisting and writhing and pumping of her body.
And then in one wild moment of heat and pain and agony, the cum exploded deep within her belly.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed into his throat. "Make me know it! OH, MAKE ME KNOW IT! MAKE ME COME!"
He increased the ferociousness of his movements, driving his big prick deep into her clutching channel, bringing pain and bliss that drove her frantic.
Her demanding pussy gnawed at him until the last drop of cum exploded its molten heat within her belly. Panting, she sucked dry his rigid cock and left his balls deflated.
Their mixed fuck juices flowed with sticky warm wetness around his shrunken prick, down the crevice of her ass and over his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tightly puckered asshole.
When he finally withdrew himself noisily from her satiated pussy, she demanded, "It was good, wasn't it?"
Her eyes probed for his in the darkness.
"Say it was good!" she gasped. "Tell me it was good!"
He's got to tell me it was. He's got to! It's the only way I have of knowing that everything is all right. That I'm all right.
"It was good. In fact, it was better than good!" he whispered huskily with his head cushioned on her tits.
Her eyes closed in satisfaction and relief. And at that moment the hurt vanished. For at that moment she knew complete acceptance.
He lifted his face from her tits and smiled weakly at her. "You're amazing," he said in a limp voice. "You're the wildest fuck I've ever known! Don't take it away from me."
"I won't," she answered. "I won't!"
Then she cradled his head back on her breasts and there was a smile of satisfaction on her face. She held him that way, her hands gently stroking his limp cock.
"Can you get hard again?"
"I'll be as hard as fucking pole by the time we get to my pad. C'mon!"
His apartment was far from the middle-class, comfortable home Joanna had shared for the last month with Dennis. But, what the hell, she thought, she was in no shape to be choosy.
She had run away from her parents to a husband, and now she was running away from him. She knew that eventually she might have to go back to Dennis, but before she did she was going to find out what the rest of the world was like... and she was going to have her share of vengeance for the way he had duped her.
"I'll, uh, have to get the maid in tomorrow to give this place a going over." Dan hurried about, cleaning ashtrays and picking up clothes while she watched.
"Fuck how the place looks," she said. "Come over here."
By the time he crossed the room, she had removed all her clothes and stood naked, offering him her cunt and tits. He relished the sight of her. His eyes drank in her rich tits and rounded hips, the flat belly and dark muff of pubic hair at her crotch.
"You're beautiful," he said.
She stepped towards him, her body imploring him to fuck her, to drive out the fire for even a little while, to let her know nothing else but the sweet bliss of coming.
"God, I want you," he breathed, taking her in his arms. "Then take me. Damn it, fuck me!" She leaned into him, rubbing her hungry cunt against his groin.
Like a blind man reading Braille, he reached out and touched her, his fingers running over her body. So light were his fingers she could hardly feel them, but at the same time they were warm, their touch like a shock of electricity. Juice gushed from the heated channel between her thighs.
Then, just as she thought she could no longer stand his teasing fingers, she felt his warm lips on her stomach and then lower down at her thighs. She put her hands on the back of his head and pressed it against her, murmuring, "Yes, yes, kiss me there. Suck my pussy!"
His lips found the pink ridges of flesh in the mat of silky black cunt hair. He tongued the soft lips, licking and sucking deeply, tasting the salty-sweet juice of her cunt. Her head fell forward, her black hair covering her quivering tits and, moaning softly, she rocked and swayed as the agony of pleasure burned in her belly.
His tongue in her cunt was fantastic. She could never remember coming so fast. "Oh, yes, oh shit, you've got me coming already! I'm blowing up! My fucking cunt is exploding!"
Her whole body shook. She doubled over and fell on top of him, her still contracting cunt rolling on his shoulder.
He put his arms around her ass and lifted her up to the bed. Her long hair spread on the pillow, forming a dark halo around her face. He lay down beside her, whispering, "Baby, baby, you're so beautiful." He put his mouth on hers, pulling her into him. "We're gonna have some times together... a lot of good fucking times!"
His chest pressed against her tits, his hands cradling her head. She moved her body so that their bellies and thighs rubbed against each other. When she felt his hand searching her flesh, the lust began all over again in her cunt.
He kneaded the mounds of her huge tits and tweaked their nipples into hard rubbery tips. He kissed the damp hollows of her neck, armpits, down to the valley between her tits. The salty sweat was good and he licked it slowly, savoring each drop. Tantalizingly, he sucked the tangy, soft tit-flesh while she strained against him.
His warm fingers were scratching at her thighs and she splayed them willingly. His hands worked feverishly at the soft, velvety pussy. Under his prodding her slit moistened still more, lubricating with the honey of desire. Rough fingernails taunted the sensitive clitoris of her flooding cunt.
"OH, GOD, DO IT!" she cried. "FUCK ME!"
"Soon, soon." His head dipped and again he was licking her split cunt.
"No, NOW! Take your fucking clothes off and cock me!"
Through the wild haze of her desire, she heard his zipper and the rustling of clothing. Then she felt his bare flesh and his tongue again. There was nothing she could do but buck and churn beneath that probing tongue that was burning fire into her young and starving pussy.
And then, when she thought it would never end, he twisted around again, dropping heavily between her legs. He grasped her behind the knees and lifted her thighs high on either side of him.
Joanna was beside herself. She had never felt so open and ready in her life. Her cunt rotated in small hungry circles as he knelt between her open thighs, holding her legs in the air. He smiled down at her.
"You're hot, baby. I'm gonna like this."
"Hurry, Dan," she begged, her cunt making larger circles now. "Fuck me! Fuck me or I'll die!"
Without hesitation, he pulled her under him. His hand directed his huge, throbbing cock to the wet, quivering lips of her cunt, pausing for the slightest of movements to part the thin, dark pubic hair. Then he was plunging forward to rip without stopping through the thin, tight channel of her cunt.
"AAAGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked, as the hot, blinding pain seared deep into her belly. "COCK, COCK, OH DAMN... GOOD HARD COCK!"
Her arms jerked up involuntarily and she clung to him with all her strength. Her contorted face and clenched eyes eased with the relaxing of her tight cuntal muscles and the acceptance of his giant swollen cock into the fiery hole of her cunt.
"Fuck me! Love me!" she cried. "Make it hurt! Make me feel it, Dan!"
As he began the sliding of his prick deep into her belly and slowly withdrawing it again, she joined his efforts, the sensations of her body merging into one great mass of incredible joy.
"Oooohhhh, yesssss," she hissed, as they rotated together and he ground his long, hard pole into her in might thrusts.
He groaned as he felt the muscles deep inside her cunt answering the pulsating throbs of his steel-like cock. The tight, wet walls of her pussy contracted around his turgid staff as though afraid of losing it. He could hold himself back no longer and began the slow, teasing grinding in and out between her thighs in earnest.
The tightness of her clasping around him like soft warm butter, the walls of her cunt held to him in an animalistic desperation as he withdrew slowly and then thrust forward again to sink his massive cock deep inside her.
Her cunt began a faster rotation now, her ass cheeks gyrating and writhing down into the soft mattress with abandon. Mewling sounds of passion and lust rolled steadily from her lips.
"Harder. Oh shit, give it to me harder! Split me! Tear my fucking cunt up with your DICK!"
He levered up on his toes and dropped his hands down under them to cup the quivering mounds of her ass so that he could fuck even deeper into her.
"Aaaahhh! Oooohhhh!" Joanna groaned and twisted her body like a tortured snake under him. She thrust her hips up at him as he pounded down into her to shove the whole of his giant cock far down inside the warm hot sheath of her pussy.
She rocked in a dream world of uncontrolled lust under his driving, powerful body. She could feel the soft slap of his balls against the tightly clenched cheeks of her ass and the strength of his hands as they kneaded and tore at her flesh. She struggled like a demon to open her thighs wider, to take him farther into her belly, but she couldn't. He was sunk as far into her as he could go, but she wanted more.
"HARDER! FUCK HARDER!" she begged as she felt him thrust his massive dick into her with longer and longer strokes.
A strange fire was building far down in her quivering belly. It drove her churning cunt on and on in its wild need for the luscious sensation of coming.
Her muscles contracted tightly around his plunging cock and she cried out wildly as her dam broke, spilling the juice of her cum. Soon his strong rhythmic lunges set off another explosion. Her ass cheeks rotated against the mattress and she arched her back like a bow, her tits pointing upward, trembling and swirling in the jerking circles. She could feel the mounting urgency pulsating through the head of his rod sunk so deep inside her hungry cunt.
The giant explosion ripped her belly apart. Hot, white jets of his cum erupted and flooded into her, filling her cunt with a warmth and sensation of comfort. She could feel it racking around inside her. She jerked her legs out in the air on either side of his grinding hips and a great flash of fire leaped up inside her and exploded in another volcanic eruption of her own orgasm.
"AAAHHHOOHHHHH!" she moaned, whipping at his shoulders as he pumped wildly into her cunt. The muscles of her hips and belly contracted in rolling waves of spasm, the pulsing walls of her hot, cum-filled pussy sucking the last drops of jism from his still spurting cock, until finally, weak and exhausted, they stopped and fell limply into the soft mattress.
They lay still for some time, panting and gasping, the smell of their wet cum and the odor of perspiration overpowering them.
"God, you're a great fuck," he gasped.
"Want to do it some more?" she replied.