Chapter 5
"Please ... why ... don't ... are you sure?"
"Have been for over a year ... and I think, if I'm not mistaken, you've been, too," he said coolly with complete certainty in his voice, waiting for her answer.
She felt his powerful arms sliding slowly around her firm waist pulling her closer, deeper into his chest. His wet lips nibbled on the nape of her neck. His thick hot probing tongue explored her ears. Carol's mouth was suddenly dry, and her heart thumped, pounded out of control. Time slowed down to a crawl. Nothing else seemed to exist or even matter. For this moment, for this second in time, she was his to do with as he pleased.
Their bodies fused together as one. She felt her two soft full breasts topped with rigid protruding nipples thrust into his chest. Responding to him even more, Carol slid her thighs and mound of silken pussy hair across his inflated rod to manliness, sending streams of cunt come flowing in her swelling, hotbox. Tongues flicked. Lips sucked. Teeth grabbed and devoured the soft flesh at the nape of the neck.
Her eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness so she could just barely make out his hard, angular face peering down at her from above.
It had all happened so fast. The Bloody Marys ... the elevator rode ... the door opening ... the door closing shut behind her, burying her in total darkness ... his hands exploring her trembling flesh. Everything was hazy and details ware distant and unclear in her mind. Everything seemed like flashes of memory from a make believe world.
Carol was confused. Scared. Happy. Frightened. Something was happening she couldn't quite get a hold of, or understand. Something that had never happened before. Whatever it was, it was petrifying her and she had to know.
Her thoughts were jolted. Maybe what she felt, what she was experiencing for the first time in her life, maybe, no it couldn't be. Impossible. She wouldn't let herself even think of it. Or believe it. NO! She never needed anyone before and she never would either. NO! NO! NO! SHE WAS NOT FALLING IN LOVE!
Sex; raw sex, yes! Love, fuck no. Fucking and blowing guys, all right. Eating and sucking, right on. But never any strings attached. Needing someone, relying on someone ... she'd die first. She was no kitchen cunt. Her fuckin' folks were so much in love they got their order of things all screwed up. She showed up three weeks before they were married. And six months after they wed, her old man, the schmuck, knocked up some young high school cunt that used to jump gear shifts for kicks, and split. She never knew him. Wouldn't recognize him if she did.
But why was she thinking about her folks now, now of all times. All she wanted to be was happy and have a dork shoved into her hole so deep she could taste the come in her mouth. Carol thought maybe she was flipping out. Having a bad trip, but she wasn't on anything. Maybe he put some-thing in her drink?
Nothing was making sense, nothing. Like a drowning man grabbing for a straw, she clung to him for dear life, squeezing and hugging, digging her hands into his fleshy buttocks.
"Now dammit," she panted, "Eat me. Don't wait. Go down on me. Eat me out. Lick my clit. Suck my cunt. Pull out my hairs one by one with your teeth. Drink my honey. Do it! Yah! Do it!" Her staccato shrieks exploded into a faceful of tears that he licked up one by one with the swish of his tongue.
With one smooth, slow, singular motion, he slid the zipper down 'til it stopped over her ass. He inserted one hand and felt her moist cheeks tighten as he stuck a finger down between her panties and her round flesh. She cringed and bit his earlobe. He pushed and she flinched as he jammed his dick into her slit. He knew what he was doing, of that she was certain. He was no beginner out fucking around while the old lady was gone.
He pulled away! Alone she stood in the darkness, searching for some sign of life. It was as if he disappeared off the face of the earth. Never before had a man seduced her like this. He had no pattern-no fixed routine like the others you could read like a book. Everything he did was wildly different. Exciting. It was like she was a virgin getting it for the very first time.
He moved faster than she could follow. Before she knew what happened, her summer white dress' slid off her shoulders, dropping to the floor. Shivers of delight engulfed her body as finger tips began to explore her dripping wet flesh. Nothing was left untouched. It was as if a blind man was trying to make a mental picture by touching her every mound, every curve. Over the tops of her tits, slipping around their soft bulging sides, along their rounded fleshy bottoms resting lightly on her white flesh.
Carol was stoned. Higher now than booze or grass. Higher than she had ever been. Her nipples continued to contract. How much longer could she take it before she exploded? Before his fire burned ass the way to the end of her short fuse. How much longer? She couldn't tell, but she knew it had to be soon because hot, thick, lubricating honey from her bee hive dripped down her swollen lips in an endless stream that stuck to her pitch black short hairs engulfing her twat in a cushion of warmth.
Every second became an eternity of total plea-sure. She had only one wish. To grab his long, long throbbing dick and fondle it in her hands and shove it into her mouth. To flick it and suck it and bite it and nibble on it and chew it and ram it and ram it ... and ram it ... and ram it ... and ram it ... driving it deep into her swollen box until it exploded, shooting clouds of creamy white, thick come all over her cunt. To drop to her knees and suck on it 'til the volcano builds up again ... To grab and squeeze his hot nuts, forcing out every last drop of giz in his hairy sack slung below his gigantic protruding dork.
That's what she wanted to do. But she didn't. She was his for now-to play with, to fondle, to explore like a child plays with a new toy.
PAIN! stinging, pricking PAIN. My god he's pulling out my hairs one by one, she thought. PAIN and pleasure, it was too much. Every hair sent bolts of lightening streaking to the far comers of her mind. Her toes curled; she drove his head deeper into her ripples of flesh. Moans slipped from her lips. Grunts took over her tongue.
She spread her legs, opening her lips to his long curled probe. It danced in delight, tickling her swelling folds. It never stopped. Racing along the rim of one lip across her protruding clit back down the narrow inner ridge of the other lip, all the way to her tight anus. Down ... down ... down ... down ... down ... one thigh, flicking with the rapidity of a machine gun ... jumping across to the other thigh and reversing its way back home upstream like a salmon spawning.
She was primed. All resemblance of control began to leave her weary body. She grunted and groaned, tightening her muscles into a drenching sweat. His tongue! When would it stop. Deeper and deeper and deeper into her dark cavity. Her pulsating muscles fondled it, throbbing in unison with her driving pounding heart, pouring fresh blood into every cell of her body.
Charge after charge of convulsive shocks jolted her flesh. Sweat poured from her pores. Screams of animal frenzy pierced the walls. Grunts tore at her ear drums but he wouldn't stop.