Chapter 11

Clay and Alison drove back to town together on Monday. There was no time to do anything about her moving into his place-which she brought up during the automobile ride. Both of them had to scuttle, when they reached the city. Instead of going home as usual that evening, though, he went over to her place. Her parents financed a little apartment; it would not do for her to share one, or live in the women's dorm, with her...unusual undergarment.

They talked a lot Monday night, got to bed late, messed with each other, kissing and fondling, and went to sleep without any further sexual activity. The following evening she sucked him off before dinner, which she insisted on preparing. Much later, in bed, he used his hand on her breasts and the other at her clitoris to bring her off.

He really looked forward to Wednesday night, and the ritualistic removal of her corset.

There was nothing particularly sexy about standing behind a woman and untying, then unlacing and removing her torso-sheath of black latex. But it was enormously sexy, because he had looked forward to it and thought it was sexy.

His hands were actually trembling so that getting those final laces out wasn't easy, and he cursed. Alison didn't know why. Nervously she thought perhaps that the whole business was a put-off to Clay-until she felt the hot length of cock against her buttocks. It was a massive, burning hot thing, jerking back and forth, pulsing vibratorily like an overheated engine in danger of cracking its own block.

With a happy little chuckle, Alison poked her naked rump back against that huge hunk of hot meat.

"Ahhhhhhh," she sighed, as the corset went completely loose; he had drawn the rawhide lace completely free, and only her hands held the latex body shaper in place, loosely. Then: "Say, man...what's that branding iron you've got back there? I think it's going to burn a mark into my bottom..."

"I'll show you what it is!" he said hoarsely, quivering, and started to ram it at her.

Trembling and making happy little cooing sounds, his woman turned. Letting the waist-cincher drop to the floor, she went to her knees. Her hands scooped up his great hairy balls while her open mouth shot out to capture the hugely swollen cock that thrust out from him like a ripe, succulent banana, except for its deeply pink color.

"HUHHH!" he grunted, when her mouth slid halfway down that hot needy shank.

Her hand fondled his nuts lovingly. Her unbearably teasing mouth coursed with wet ardor up and down the soft-skinned but rock-hard pole, in a way that brought little moans and gasps of involuntary lust from his open mouth.

Boiling spasms of lubricious desire raced heatedly, wildly throughout his trembling body.

He was already aflame with carnal want. Now, the moist pressures of her pumping mouth...the flickering teasing touches of her tongue...her gentle fingers tweaking his balls...all combined to drive his lust up to a furious tempo of throbbing need.

He stared hotly down at her, trembling, watching the lewdly pleasureful way she slid her wet mouth up and down the length of his thick, pulsating cock.

She seemed madly in love with it, sucking on the timid stick with furious energy, flailing it with her flicking tongue until he wanted to yell in rapturous agony.

He shot off all too fast; his excitement was at far too high a peak for him to be able to control himself. She swallowed and swallowed, and when he drew her up from his emptied penis he made sure he gave her a kiss on her cocksucking, beloved mouth.

"Whew! You really got turned on, lover."

"I did! You know it...I'm not even sure why. It was one hell of a turn-on."

She smiled, holding onto his hips. "I hope it always is, Clay!"

"Came like a kid," he said, "in no time."

"I loved it. Just knowing you're so excited-and because of me-excites me. Fro glad you came so fast. We have lots of comes ahead of us, darling."

"Yeah I" he said, letting his mind dwell on that "Oh-hey, you better go take that long soak, and wash the corset huh." He bent, picked up the collapsed hunk of bonded rubber, and handed it to her.

He sat while she was in the bathroom, and thought and thought. Man oh man! What a life they were going to have together.

For the first time then, the first time since Sunday, he thought about the orgy scheduled for this weekend, out at her parents' house. He was amazed at his own reaction: he shrugged. Who needs it? I've got Alison!

He had Alison. And next morning he laced her into the shaping sheath of latex again, and that was sexy, too. She had urged him to make sure it was tight; he made it tight, all right. She left the apartment very erect, though not stiff.

All his sexual thoughts didn't interfere with his work. There was plenty of it that day, and he got into it quickly. A plant accident had brought in a goodly number of claims from the same group insurance policy, and the whole thing was handed to Clay. He was glad, much later when he thought about it. He had been submerged in work all day, and had enjoyed it. Had there not been so much to do, he knew, he'd have gone halfway up the wall!

He got home before she did, and remembered only then her late class on Thursdays. Swell. He fixed dinner, not too interested but setting everything up so that it could simmer and be fine. Then he stripped naked, pulled the drapes, doused the lights, and waited.

When Alison came in, she was grabbed, borne to the floor, and raped. He knew she wouldn't be displeased; she'd liked it well enough that day in the woods, en route out to her parents' home.

He was right. She loved it.

Her blouse got torn. It stayed on, as did her skirt. Her panties were dragged roughly off by her panting "rapist," who sent three runners down her stockings in the process of getting those filmy, already damp-crotched panties down her legs and off.

Then he was on her, and into her, lying on the rug just inside the door.

"HOO-AAGHHHHHHH!" she cried out, when his ripe erection burst violently up into her. She felt her every inner tissue being hurled forcibly aside, felt her vagina dilated instantly, violently, by the girth of his driving cock.

His body slapped hers with fleshy thumps. Beneath her, the floor refused to yield. She received the full impact and force of each hard jolting thrust up her belly.

Tremor after tremor leapt through her curvaceous hips and tensing, flexing thighs. Her hands leaped to the man atop her, ran hungrily over his nakedness, pulled him to her-which was totally unnecessary.

He groaned. He loved that, loved her enthusiasm and the way he was pounding her body with his, loved the sensation of hot, jerk-twitching vaginal membranes seemingly chewing on his heavy meat.

"I...think you...'re be-beating me...to...to a bloody pulp!" she groaned out, shuddering.

"Want me...to stop? Rather be...fucked like...a...lady?"

She grinned wickedly, a very willing rapee. "Uh! Just...just keep it...up, lover-r-r-r...being a b-bl-bloody pulp...isn't so ba-ad!"

Laughing joyously, he did his powerful best to fuck her even harder.

The heavy slamming impacts hurt his pubic bone. He didn't give a damn. It all felt great.

She was getting the greatest fuck of her life-getting more cock than she'd ever had rummaging up her. And loving it; the delighted brunette was groaning, gasping, nestled happily in his demanding embrace and delighting in the thick pillars of intensely male thighs that hammered his rock-hard pole into her.

His toes dug in and bulging calves and taut ass-cheeks strained powerfully.

His excitement and the perverse wildness of it all transferred themselves to her, too. Suddenly she was pounding the carpet with her stockinged heels. The moaning girl's entire quivery form snapped into a convulsive rigidity as orgasm after frenzied orgasm paraded through her. That final completion was intolerable agony-and the peak of absolute ecstasy.

To make it even better, he came before she was through blowing her own cork. Hot jolting lightning seemed to blast his entire organism.

Viscously thick semen hurtled forth from his tightened balls. Groaning and shivering, he ground into her, hanging on and being held onto, trying to come forever.

They didn't get up from the floor forever. That night they must have told each other the magnificent trio of words "I love you" dozens of times. That continued into the next day, though Alison persuaded him not to come.

"Save it," she urged.

Reluctantly, he saved it. And Saturday afternoon they drove out into the country again, for the orgy at Spencer House.