Chapter 6
Some nights it was nice having June around, but this was one time Stu Watson was grateful that he had not planned to have her over. Man, was he grateful! He and this little fireball who called herself Sandy had gone straight up to his quarters after a short talk and a couple of drinks downstairs, and now, after only an hour, well, this was the kind of thing most men only dreamed about.
They shared the same sofa he and June had tumbled on just last night, but there the resemblance ended. June was a good-looking woman, all right, but this little honey ... she was outta sight!
Stu kissed her soft wet lips and murmured tenderly into the young blonde's ear. "Like it, baby? Gettin' to you, huh?"
"Mmmm ... it's so deep ... so deep!" Sandy's skirt, blouse, brassiere and panties were strewn on the floor beside the sofa, and her long bare legs were cocked back at forty-five degree angles, flattened hard back against her firm, widely set breasts.
Sty Watson was half on his knees, half arched off the sofa with the support of his feet and palms, with his long, hard cock buried deep in the young girl's nakedly trembling belly, stretching far apart the warm, hungry lips of her vagina as he flexed the huge shaft far up in her softly clenching womb.
He tightened his loins, giving the bulging head of his cock a little jerk deep inside her, bringing a soft low groan from between her lips, her teeth tightly clenched. He flexed again ... another groan from deep in her throat. She gasped as he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis and her hot passage grew accustomed to his thick fleshy spear. He ground his lust-incited cock tightly into her nakedly writhing pussy, expanding the still cringing walls until they fit around his hotly swollen length like a soft leather glove.
Stu reached past the naked young blonde to the dangling cords of the draperies and gave the shorter one a strong yank. The turquoise drapes parted enough to cast a soft moonlight glow over the room, outlining the smoothly gleaming curves of the incredibly beautiful creature beneath him. Her breasts were two ivory mounds, capped enticingly with the puckered warm pinkness of her crinkly nipples, hard and throbbing as he flexed his throbbing rod of flesh up between her widespread milk-white legs. Her eyes were closed, her teeth still clenched, her face distorted from the delicious pain his hard, thick organ was bringing to her moist young cuntal passage.
With unbelieving eyes, Watson ran his sweating palms over the pretty blonde wife's naked flesh, rubbing lewdly the moon-shaped cheeks of her buttocks, probing delicately at the hair-fringed vaginal lips ovaled widely around his thickly impaling member. His fingertip flicked tentatively at her anus as his hand eased in between their tightly pressed bodies. Then suddenly it popped up through the tight surrounding nether ring and wormed deeply into the soft rubbery flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny nether hole until the palm of his hand lay flat against her firmly rounded ass-cheeks, his whole middle finger sunk deep up inside the forbidden little channel.
Watson couldn't believe his luck; he'd been happy with just June to fuck around with. But this! This was more than one man could ask for. They'd only been here for an hour or so, and a couple of drinks ago he'd been sitting quietly on the sofa with this beautiful, hot-blooded little minx and now ... now, it was too fantastic to be real! He'd been around good-looking girls all his life, and he'd balled more than his share, many times more. But not in all those years ... all those girls, could he remember one like this. Christ, she'd practically torn his pants off trying to get at his cock. And now, hell, she was hotter than a lit firecracker!
He began a hard, rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Sandy's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting mercilessly forward from his backstroke and battering (her hotly writhing body back hard against the sofa cushions. Ignoring the cramped muscle in his twisted arm, he continued his relentless plundering of her anus with his rigid middle finger, slowly pistoning it in and out in obscene rhythm with the long, deep thrusts of his huge, lust inflamed cock. The combination of the two brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure from her open lips in perfect time with the agonizing tempo.
Sandy was enjoying every second of it she'd been without a real man, not counting her staid, rather inexperienced husband, for weeks and weeks now, and nothing could have felt better to her at this moment than the blood-chilling ecstasy of a long, hard cock shoved deep into her naked little belly. That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger and deeper it was, the better. Being with a man like this always brought out the hidden masochistic urges she suppressed so well in everyday life. Flat on her back like this, naked and helpless, she could let those shameful desires run rampant, pull her knees back tight against her breasts and savor the deeply burrowing thrusts of a man's massively hardened penis far up inside her steaming wet cuntal passage. Stu was well hung; she liked that in a man, and now, nothing else mattered. Her lips were moving with a savage rhythm of their own, grinding up at his hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the pace of his cock and finger ravaging both of the hot, hungry holes between her widespread young legs.
"Oh, yes ... Goddamn it, yes ... fuck me like this, fuck me! Oh shit, yes! Fuck me!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Watson's pelvis, knocking the couch cushions askew in her mindless passion.
She opened her eyes and could see the clear, unmistakable outline of the man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly; she could look down between her upturned thighs and see the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her own upturned vagina. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, sending the long pole diving down into the burning wetness of her voraciously tight vaginal depths. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in fact, it almost seemed right ... she needed a man, any man. The face was of no importance. What she really needed was buried deep between her nakedly smooth thighs . .
The fevered ecstasy reached a bone-shattering peak, "Oh God, don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me like this forever! Oh, yes ... fuck me!" She grunted into the chill air, gyrating her roundly straining buttocks around faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous rod of flesh that was pounding its way deeper and deeper up into her softly quivering belly with ever-increasing speed.
It was impossible for Stu to hold back any longer. He took one long, lustful look at the viciously writhing young girl pinned helplessly beneath the heavy weight of his body and began increasing the fast, pushing thrusts that buried his achingly distended cock right up to the hairs on his pelvis with every long, deep lunge forward. Faster and faster he pounded into her raging hot belly until....
"Oh, no, no ... wait! Please, just a little more!" screamed Sandy, but it was too late. Stu's lips parted and a long, low sigh of release escaped with a groan as his unbearably swollen balls pumped spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum deep into her nakedly trembling belly. She ground her hungering loins up tightly against his pelvis to try to stop the warm flow even for an instant but her very eagerness deprived her of his last gasping thrusts. The nibbling grip of her straining pussy-lips milked his spending cock clean, the last drop of his hot viscous cum sloshing deep inside her passion-inflamed womb.
Stu pulled himself off the still squirming young blonde, his exhausted cock slithering wetly from her hungry clutches as the pinkly glistening cuntal lips reluctantly released their prize. A thin lewd string of white stickiness hung from the tip of his cock over her naked thigh.
Sandy lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could, and Stu stretched out below her on the carpeted floor, his penis lying uselessly between his widespread thighs. Her breasts rose and fell in a rapid staccato as she gasped for breath to fill her emptied lungs. Still the flames of undiluted passion raged out of control in her loins, a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still needed answering. Without any conscious effort, her own hands began to ease slowly along the smooth flat expanse of her naked belly, over the cum-soaked mound of her aching pelvis and down the smooth inner curve of her supple thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the warm pussy lips of her moist cuntal crevice, and a tingling blast of electricity shot through her burning flesh as her fingers touched the incredibly sensitive pussy-folds. One finger slipped into the sperm soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the soft moist walls close quickly around the single digit, hungrily grasping now at anything to fill the painful void.
She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move slightly; Stu was kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his long gleaming penis held between the clenched fingers of his left hand. Above her like that in the near-darkness he looked like a giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his penis, and he watched her eagerly as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy instrument jutting from his hair-covered loins. As she watched, it swelled ... only a little at first, then more, in quick, jerking movements as the momentum of desire grew stronger inside him.
"Turn over," he commanded. Sandy obediently rolled over on the sofa, smearing the trail of semen on her thigh over the black leather of the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, awaiting his instructions. It didn't bother her this way; sometimes she enjoyed it even more on her knee?. Somehow the penetration seemed even deeper that way.
"Now get up on your hands and knees," he ordered. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded buttocks shoved up high and vulnerable in the air, and her face resting on the arm of the sofa. Her eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body was enduring and her pulse quickened at the prospect of this strange man's still-hard cock embedded deeply inside her aching pussy again.
Suddenly, she felt the insistent probings of Stu's swollen hardness against the forbidden tautness of her ass-hole. She waved the quivering half-moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt rubbery head of his cock pushing firmly against the tiny puckered little hole.
"No, Stu ... not there. I can't take it there. You're too big, it'll split me open," she uttered without excitement, still assured that her urging plea would be sufficient to protect her soft delicate back passage from ravishment. Stu didn't answer, but responded instead with a cruel shove forward, burying the huge bulbous head of his cock just inside her tiny puckered ass-hole. He grunted loudly as the warm rubbery walls closed deliciously tight around his throbbing penis.
Sandy jumped forward with anguished surprise. "Ohhh! God, you're killing me! Take it out, you're tearing me in half!" Stu grabbed the fleshy softness of her hips like a couple of handles, and pulled her buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping as his cock disappeared to the hilt in the unprepared tightness of her tiny hairless anal passage. His lust-tightened balls slung forward and slapped against the dripping wet crevice, brushing ever so gently against the softly layered ridges of her pussy He gripped her tightly, and she was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It was like the big end of a baseball bat had been rammed up inside her, shoved far up into her helpless little belly until her stomach tightened with nausea from the throbbing pain.
"Oh, please ... I can't stand any more! God, you're going to split me open! Pull it out, please!" she begged. But Stu was deaf to her pleas; his eyes were wide with astonished disbelief as he watched his lust-knotted cock slide back and forth in between her vainly struggling ass-cheeks, back until the swollen tip-end alone remained sunk between the tightly stretched bands of her anus, then forward again, inch by inch, until all of his long hard rod of flesh was nestled deeply inside her constrictive nether passage. The feeling was incredible! It was like a warm hand covered in soft pink velvet had grabbed his blood-engorged penis and was pulling it far up inside the helpless young girl's nakedly writhing belly.
He was like a man possessed; harder and harder he rammed his rock-hard spear home, pushing aside the fragile pink walls of her anus as he shoved his lust-driven cock as far as it could go up between her defenselessly widespread buttocks.
But for Sandy, a most definite change was taking place. The pain was subsiding; or rather, it was being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of total subjugation, total ravishment at the hands of this near-stranger. The mental picture of her quivering buttocks being so ruthlessly plundered incited spasms of wicked pleasurein her writhing body. The unanswered hunger in her belly began to rage out of control once again. She began to undulate her buttocks backward in tiny circles, squeezing with the strong muscles of her rectum at the impaling shaft so lewdly embedded inside her, squeezing at the fleshy shaft now boring into her from behind. She wanted to suck it dry, to fill that untried nether orifice with this man's seething load, to feel his hot sticky flood fill her ravaged rectum until the cum ran in torrents down her sweat-soaked thighs. She had never had it this way before; always she had been able to talk her way out of it whenever a man wanted to fuck her in the ass. But tonight she regretted having ever had second thoughts; she was wallowing in the intense pleasure-pain, savoring every second of the delicious agony he was inflicting on her ravaged back passage. She clenched her buttocks tightly, intensifying the masochistic thrill that had taken control of her body. Nothing mattered except this; nothing but this long, hard muscle of rigid male flesh that was bringing her such wanton, ecstasy. She wanted it to shoot its load into her; she wanted to feel its scalding warmth flooding the virgin depths of her rectum with an unending torrent of life-giving sperm until it sloshed deep in her belly. She wanted it to run through every open pore of her naked body in rivers of wicked pleasure.
And an instant later, her wishes were fulfilled. Just as she felt the awesome wave of her orgasm swelling inside her loins, she felt his stiffened prick suddenly inflate even larger and begin spewing its white hot load deep up her tightly clasping asshole. It ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from the hungrily sucking hole and streamed down the naked blonde's thighs. His balls were slammed tightly in the sopping wet crevice beneath her ass-hole, and the oozing male secretions flowed warmly down over his emptying testicles as they brushed lightly against the puckered pink lips of her pussy, sending a shudder of wicked excitement through her tortured body.
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still spending cock buried deep in her hungrily clasping rectum and with a loud scream from between clenched teeth felt her whole body explode with the pricks of a billion red-hot needles. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed forward on the sofa as his penis slipped with a lewd wet sucking sound from the tight velvet grip of her rectum. She shivered once more as the cool air rushed like a gale wind up her unplugged opening, chilling her very insides.
Stu's body had somehow managed to stay intact through all of this, though every last ounce of energy and strength was drained from his every straining muscle. With a gasping moan that seemed more of relief than of pain, he fell to the floor beside the sofa, his arms and legs spread-eagle, his breath coming in short, quick gasps.
"Well," he gasped. "We got a deal?" Sandy gulped in a big mouthful of air and swallowed, "Yeah, we've got a deal. Any kind of deal you want, honey."
"How about your friend?" Sandy smiled and closed her eyes. "Don't worry about Carla. I'm the one person in the world she'll listen to. Just leave her to me. You name the time and place ... and I'll do the rest, partner!"