Chapter 2
"Wiggle around and get me up good and hard again, baby," Hal grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs apart, his penis swelling higher. He was holding it with his right hand, obviously very proud of his size and length. He was a beast! You never knew a man till he was in a bedroom.
Ava shivered. She still wore the black, provocative nightie. She was freshened and ready for more sea, but she had never wiggled around for anyone.
"Is this the way you treat Conni?" Ava objected. "Relax," he chuckled. "Sure, she-likes to show it off-but you got more to show, baby."
"Oh, I ought to leave!" she said. "Wearing Conni's nightie, cheating-doesn't that awful murder bother you?"
"The way these young twats dress, they're asking for it," Hal said. "Jeeeesus shit! If you don't want to fuck, I'll have to jack out the next one."
"Oh, you rotten thing!" Ava flared. But the idea of returning to her apartment still bugged her; she would stay for the night, but she wished he would not be so filthy. At the same time her cunt was leaking more juice, her nipples were tingling, she was responding to his dirtiness! She wanted more prick.
Of course, men masturbated, and so did some women, and the impact of his words sent more tremors through her being. Surely he would not play with himself in front of her! His fingers were running up and down his rising shaft, he stared at her body, his tongue wiggled between his lips! Well, she knew what that meant. Oral sex. And at twenty-eight she had never experienced it.
She remembered her rectal fetish, how she enjoyed sliding a finger up in there when she toyed with her vagina. She was as offbeat as he was, only he admitted it. And maybe she would love to feel his mouth on her cunt! She had been married for eight years; he expected her to be with-it.
I don't believe I could EVER take that much prick up my anusl she thought. I won't mention it! What we're doing is bad enough! I've been a slut so far, I might as well enjoy the rest of it. I wouldn't miss more of that lovely cock for anything! I just have to feel that thing sliding in my cunt again, feel it swell and squirt!
She began to writhe her hips, her hands behind her head, and his grin widened. She could be just as filthy as he was!
"So you want more of this pussy, huh?" she giggled.
"Yeahhh!" he exclaimed. "That's better." His hand came away from his penis; it was stiffening to its full, beautiful thickness, clear liquid oozed out on the knob. He arched his hips forward and opened his legs wide.
"Would you really jack your thing in front of me?" she laughed, finding that the sex words were heightening her need, giving her very naughty thrills.
"Hell, I'd warm it up for you, baby," he chuckled. "You do the same, huh? I like to watch a chick play with her cunt."
Ava shuddered. She reached up to the top of the bulgy nightie and eased her tender breasts out, her hips moving back and forth, around and around. She had seen burlesque shows; what those girls did in front of an audience was awful. She would be a good girl tomorrow. Somehow that terrible rape and murder next door had changed her whole outlook, her entire lifestyle.
"Hey, love those big tits!" he grinned, staring avidly.
"Well, you haven't kissed these, or even kissed me on the mouth," she giggled. "I hope you're going to make the fun last a while!"
Carl and Sue Hardisty sure have fun! Ava thought, remembering her envy, how they screwed and screwed, and Sue had climax after climax!
"Baby, we got all night," Hat smiled, tensing his fully-hard prick. She was still entranced by it; being able to stare at a cock as much as she liked fed a raving need in her being. Turning into a chippy was exciting! There was something to that story about a girl hanging onto her man by turning into a harlot in the bedroom.
Hal stood up and came toward her. Ava shook wildly; his arms went around her and his mouth fastened on her eager, kiss-hungry lips. She clutched at his rump, arching her wet, bare pussy into the understlant of his big, hard prick. The ass of his mouth, as her lips opened wide, the slide of his tongue into her eager mouth, so like a prick entering a cunt, drew hot flames across her loins!
Her long tender nipples bored at his manly chest; her clitoris stiffened and arched sweetly, more juice dribbled from her puffy cunt. She suddenly remembered a thing Conni had said one afternoon following an evening Ava had spent with her friends drinking and dancing.
"You inspire Hal, honey. He really worked me over when we got home last night!" Conni had giggled. "He sure wants to get in your panties."
Ava had been too shocked to answer. She had read about men who dreamed of another woman while they screwed the wife. Men were so practical about sex. And evidently blonde, leggy Conni was, too. Ava had also heard of wives encouraging the husband to have an affair, something different to excite him into a better performance at home. Maybe Conni had wanted this to happen!
And then, there was that most terrible, dirty thing of all-a husband and wife indulging in a threesome with some other girl. Ava was certain she could never do that. But she had to admit she liked to listen when Sue and Hal Hardisty did their sex thing. It was all so damned confusing!
Suddenly she felt Hal's hands lifting the nightie, drawing it past her hips, farther and farther upward. His fingers were so sure and exciting! She hated to lose his sliding tongue; it was the kind of kiss she had not known for years, but she swerved her mouth away, stepped back, and finished removing the black, lacy nothing. He held her at arm's length, his tumid cock ready for more pussy!
"Okay, you . got me up good," he grinned. "Bend over and turn around, baby."
Oh, he wants to screw me from behind! Ava thought, shaking wildly. I've always wanted. it that way, and Dan never asked me. Maybe he'll try to get it in my anus! Ohhh, no! But it would have to be done in that position.
She ran to the bed, lowering her torso, bracing her hands on the edge of the mattress. She tipped her rump high and opened her legs, feeling more pussy-wetness running down her thighs. Her vagina was simply screaming for his cock.
"Hey, I figured you'd turn me down," he chuckled, moving up behind her.
"I've heard it's real good that way, honey!" she giggled. "How long did you say Conni was going to be gone?"
"Three more days," he muttered. "You thinking about more dates already?"
"Sure!" she breathed. "If you can keep getting it up for me!"
That'll show him! she thought, trembling. I can be as slutty as Conni!
"Baby, were gonna have a ball!" he said, gripping her hips, his cock head touching and burning her thigh-flesh. "Bring it up. a little higher baby."
"Ohhhh, yess!" she panted, feeling his glans open her shivery cunt lips. She arched her pelvis more; the huge knob began to penetrate her hungry cunt. "Ohhhh, that's wonderful prick!"
He trembled; his cock slipped in farther and suddenly he gave her the whole tensing, rigid length of his maleness. The quick jam of him at the deeps of her vagina, his hands sliding under to cup a breast in each hand, the sweet clasp of her flesh around his prick it was sheer heaven! Her anus puckered; the push of her rectal area on his pubic bone, flamed her lust!
"Uhhhhh OHHH!" she whined. "Ohhhhh, fuck me good, stud!"
Hal Layton was enjoying some terrific charges. He had pricked the right position; her eagerness to be fucked from behind was very revealing, even though it was apparently her first go-around doggie fashion. Conni would put up with it, but her favorite thing was topriding. In any other pose she had trouble getting her gun off. Straddled above him, she could bang her pistol real good. And she shill liked to be finger-played to a climax, especially while she sucked his cock. They had talked about bringing in some attractive girl for a threesome; he was leaving it up to Conni to make the arrangements. It was her idea.
Conni wanted it to be Ava, but he was quite sure she would never go for it. Without the big fuck-up down the hallway, he would not be plowing his prick in Ava's cunt. He had caught her just right. The lesbian aspect of two girls and one cock bothered him some. Most men, he realized, would leap at the chance, but he liked one-on-one better. If Conni started messing around with Ava, he might lose a wife and a valuable druggist assistant to boot.
Anyway, he still had Nora Leeds, the rich widow with the big tits and wide ass and very hot cunt. She went completely apeshit when he snuggled his cock in her cooze. The way her box contracted when she blew her gun was really terrific. Nora was somewhere past fifty, but she kept herself looking sharp; she knew how to dress for a fuck-party. While he was getting off twice, she had her gun-fun at least a dozen times. Yeahhhh.
If Conni wanted some pussy, she could get it on her own-and he did not want to hear about it, either. He was sure she had screwed a few chicks before their marriage. She liked to ogle attractive broads. The signs were there.
But right now he had a new, tight, hot cunt to enjoy.. And Ava was eating it up like candy. The poor frustrated cunt had evidently not had any prick for a long time; she had even said so. With all she had going for her, that was a damned shame. He would take care of it until some other guy made the scene inside her. She was ripe for marriage. Or a long shack job.
He rammed his prick deep and tensed his prick in Ava's fine shivery cunt.
"OHHH OHH!" she cried, urging her ass back and upward. "Ohhhh-Hal!"
"Shoot it any time you're ready, baby," he urged, molding her shapely tits, teasing the long, hard nipples. Her cunt twitched; she whined. Ava loves the fuck words; most of them did, but few ever admitted it. At Washington University, while learning his trade, he had also learned a lot about cunt and fucking. He remembered with delight the young blonde coed who had approached him on campus and asked him bluntly:
"Want to take me up to my pad and fuck me, big man?"
She had not been a very good piece of ass, but she had sure as hell tried hard, letting him know that chicks were very aware of every screw-word in the book, and a few more. Ava had not been to college; she had missed a liberal education. She had married that dull shitass of a Dan, and it was all too clear he had not got the job halfway done on her.
"OHHHH please!" Ava gasped, trying to back hunch.
"Ready to come off, baby?" he teased, making her wait a while longer. Her melon-firm tits, the warm cuddle of her silky-firm ass against his groin, the animal-like position, surged his need. The lively shivers of her twat reminded him a little of Nora Leeds' active cunt.
He was good for a lot of cunt-mileage yet, though. Number two shot took a very long time; he could control it much better than number one. And that was what broads needed most, a whole lot of hard, solid punching.
He waited a few more seconds, enjoying Ava's tremors of anticipation, her hungry gasps, and then he hunched in deep, drew away out, and finally hit her three good goat rams. Her ass shook, her legs jerked, her nipples stiffened, and a loud cry of erotic delight filled the room.
"UGHHHH-OH, OH, OH, OHHHH" she wailed fiercely. Her cunt twitched voluptuously, her whole lusty body vibrated and he felt the sugary pounds of her come-fun. Her energetic back trusts tickled his ego. She was blowing her mind, she was shooting the moon. Terrific!
Ava had never felt such quick, sharp pangs of delight in her whole life! That big, vibrant cockshaft was the answer to her fantasies; that swollen knob was in her farther than anything had ever been The honeyed, throb, throb, throb of her joy was not only in her loins but was sweeping through her entire body. Her clitoris was pulsing, her breasts heaving, her rump jiggling!
Taking prick this way, animal fashion or not, was the best way to fuck! It filled a deep, basic lust in her being. His knob went to the very core of her sex, shattering and violent! She had been well-screwed the first time, but somehow the interlude of waiting had kited her craving even higher. Her amts was puckering in sweet rhythm with her surging, pulsating relief!
Her legs trembled, they nearly buckled, but she held on, dizzy with wonder. She was discovering she could hunch backward as well as forward, she could enjoy his sliding prick, the juicy movements she loved, those wonderful in-and-out thrusts, the feel of cock so close her anus, without even lying on a bed!
"That's the way to come off, beautiful," he murmured, giving her complete freedom with her rump. "A real dandy!"
"Ohhh, I love it this way!" she gasped, finally finishing her humps. She dropped forward, her cunt free of his prick, and panted through the after-glow, resting her chest and titties on the bed's softness.
"Okay, crawl over in the middle and we'll try it again," he chuckled.
Ava nodded eagerly, moved to the center of the bed, her rear tipped high. She watched him over her left shoulder. His pussy-slick penis was still very thick and swollen; he positioned himself behind her, his cock head touching her pussy mouth, his hands holding her hips firmly. Ohhhh, the knob was pushing between her stinging labia, slowly entering her hungry cunt again!
She opened her thighs, placing her knees wide apart, and then drew them together as he thrust deep, his glans stirring more stinging responses from her achy depths. There was simply nothing as good as this-nothing! The resilient bed surface let her rest her shoulders and arms; she was much more relaxed.
"Damn, that cunt gets better every time, baby!" he breathed, stroking slowly in and out, in and out. "Ohhhh, it sure feels goooood!" she panted. He liked her to say it out, so she might as well. He probably would not date her again, anyway. Men were such liars, especially about on. Conni was surely better screwing! Conni was gone, strange events had brought her into the couple's apartment,, and he was using Ava's pussy instead of the one he was familiar with.
It was cheap. She dreaded to think of facing Comue when the blonde returned, but Ava could blame it on the crime, and being terribly upset! Hat had helped her over a very bad emotional trauma-by taking her to bed and fucking her! She had to stop thinking! She was here to enjoy forbidden treats.
As he stroked he was gradually pushing her hips to the bed. In a moment she was fiat on her belly, her loins tipped back and up, and he was still able to drive his prick to her shivery deeps. Ohhhh, the way he was screwing! Hump, hump, hump-then a rest. Just the way Carl fucked his young, plump wife and made her cry out with delight!
I'm going to find a boyfriend! Ava thought. I didn't know it could be so wonderful! Dan never gave me a really long screw! Ohhhh I'm ready to COME again! lust a few more thrusts and MY going to happen!
Instead of listening to bed sounds, the sensuous sigh and creak, she was helping make them. She finally had a long, hard prick sliding in her hungry cunt; she was having her stolen treats on the most terrifying night of her whole life.
Here it commmmmes! she thought, hearing his moans of pleasure, feeling his glans swell again. Ohhhh, he's hitting me hard and deep! Ohhhhh, he's starting to go off! My God! THIS is what it's all about-taking his big hot squirts!
She shouted! The wrenching, twisting violence of her orgasm, the sweet pulsatings of her loins, the throb of his prick, sent her into orbit.
"UHHHH fuuuuuuuuck!" Hal cried out, feeling the sweet draw of his nuts at the root of his driving cock. The cushiony feel of her ass cheeks, the answering lifts of her hips, sucked the charge from his sea sac; he horsed her cunt with long, thorough strokes as the sweet pangs of his need broke swiftly and excruciatingly from his busy cock head. Her cunt flutters, her whimpers of delight, filled him with manly pride. Yeahhhhh! This was a great piece of fucking. She was turning on better than before.
Ava rested m a slutty glut of aftermath, breathing hard, loving the press of his body on her backside, even the moisture from his chest on her shoulders. His cock was not as large as before, but he was keeping it delectably in her shivery cunt, letting it soak inside her tunnel of sex as the thrills of her after-glow bathed her entire being, from her mouth to her titties to her cunt.
But suddenly the wrongess of her act, the memory of those terrible events in the early evening, robbed her of the last twinges of joy; she was hating herself again, the fear was returning, she knew she could not stay with Hal the whole night!
"Let me up, honey," she breathed.
"Yeah," he muttered, "You can use the can first, baby."
His prick came out of her vagina; she rolled away and nearly fell as she raced to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, her features flushed, her mouth puffed, and her breasts swollen from lusty lovemaking and the mirror seemed to say:
"Cheat, slut, easy layl You let something awful turn you into a chippyl You let your best girl friend's husband play with you and fuck you!"
As soon as she was freshened, she slipped into the master bedroom, out into the living room, and quickly put on her pants and blouse and shoes. She could pick up her soiled panties later! She had to get out of the Layton apartment. She was so glad she had not left her garments in the guest bedroom.
She was just opening the door to the hallway, purse in hand, when Hal stepped out of the bedroom, naked.
"Hey, what the hell is this?" he asked dryly. "I figured we'd get some sleep and have another good fuck in the morning."
"Oh, you can wait for Conni!" Ava said, her voice shaky. "This has gone far enough!"
He shrugged, sitting down in a chair, his legs open. His prick was shrunken, some of his semen dribbling from the end. He was so lewd!
"You loved every stroke, baby," he grinned. "I thought we were going to have more dates" He reached down and fondled his prick. "You know you didn't get enough of this. Come on, relax. You said you were afraid to be in your own apartment after what happened."
She was tempted, and that made her feel even worse. But there was a policeman stationed outside, she would be reasonably safe alone.
"I can't do ill" she flared. She went out into the hammy, closed the door, and ran toward her own apartment, her legs shaky, her pussy dripping more wetness into the crotch of her pants. What a bitch she was!
As she entered her small, cramped quarters, locked the door and put on the chain, her phone started ringing. It was after two in the morning. Surely it could not be Hal; he got most of what he wanted from her for one nigh!
She lifted the receiver, the memory of her dreadful experience making her hands tremble. A curious, deep voice answered her cautious hello.
"This Ava Wilton?"
"Y-yesss," she breathed.
"I hope you ain't been talking to the police, baby," the voice said.
"Nooo!" she gasped, faint with terror. It was the killer and rapist! He knew her name. She had gotten a good look at him; she was probably the only real witness.
"Just keep your trap shut, baby," came the harsh answer. "Or you'll get that imagine cunt of yours filled with hot prick and I'll fix you so you can't talk-understand?"
She managed some kind of answer and the line went dead; only the buzz of the dial tone reached her ear. She dropped into a chair. The receiver fell to the floor, and she picked it up mechanically. That fiend, that monsterl Her crotch was as cold as ice; her whole body seemed violated, as if that beast had already fucked her!
The thought of staying alone the rest of the night, even with a policeman outside, was unthinkable. She had only one place to go-back to Hal Layton! Maybe he would understand and not try anything. After all, he had climaxed inside her two tunes. She had to have sleep and rest. he picked up the phone and dialed Hal's number.
A few moments later, a few personal things clutched in trembling fingers, she entered the Layton apartment again. She felt ashamed and beaten. But she also felt safe, once his door was closed and locked, his strong arms around her shaking body. She told him she had received a threatening phone call.
"Easy, Ava," he murmured. He wore a robe, he smelled good. Evidently he had showered. He cuddled her rump and led her to a sofa. "Nobody can get in here. Why did you get this call? Did you see something?"
"Nooo," she lied. "Maybe this rapist thought I saw him. I was right next door. Oh Hal! Please don't make me spread out again. I'm scared and tired!"
"Okay, okay," he answered. "You go in the guest room and stop shaking, see? You're protected now."
She sighed with relief. Sitting at his left, his arm around her waist, she did feel much better, oodless better! She leaned in close to him, some of the terror washing out of her being. Slid needed a shower, a fresh nightie of her own; and plenty of safe rest.
"Oh, Hal, how can I ever repay you?" she whispered, trembling.
"I'll think of something," he chuckled.
Morning light stealing through the drapes of the guest room awakened Ava; it was after nine o'clock and Hal had not bothered her all night long. But now, all cozy and warm and protected, remembering her violent responses to his maleness, knowing he was scarely twenty feet away, rested and relaxed, sent delicious thrills along her body.
Oh, I need him again" she thought, guiltily. I've sinned once, I might as well do it one more time! I love his hands, his mouth, his big prick filling my cunt! I wore my thinnest, sexiest nightie.
Shivering, she crawled from the bed, walked into the connecting bathroom, and began to freshen herself. The door to the master bedroom was unlocked. She put on lipstick, eye-shadow, and more perfume. She looked at herself in the mirror; her cheeks were already Rushed, her dark nipples, erecting inside the pink bodice of her nightie. She had to repay Hal for protecting her! Oh, she was a slut, but this opportunity was too good to miss!
She opened the door onto the larger bedroom, stepped nervously inside. Hal was awake, the covers back to his belly, a wide grin on his face.
"Oh. Hal-you've been so thoughtful and everything."
"Come here, beautiful," he said, kicking the sheet away from his loins. "You look terrific!"
She rushed to the bed, crawling in at his right, as if she were his wife instead of Conni! The tensor of the night was gone, she was able to face reality, and now the most real thing of all was his wonderful, swelling prick! Somehow, this was worse than before. She could have returned to her own apartment-daylight had dispelled the grim shadows of terror-she was going to be played with and screwed in cones own bed. She really was a slut.
He had not come into the guest room. She had walked brazenly into his. But she had to have that dreamy closeness again, and again, and again! She half-turned, reached for his prick, her lips opened and ready for his tongue.