Chapter 2
Long fingers of dying afternoon light slivered through the Venetian blinds shading the windows. "MMMM...OHHHHH GAWDDDDD!" Kathy moaned into the face of her husband as he continued to fill her belly with slow, long, moist thrusts...rhythmic plunges that fucked into her tight cunt to greater and deeper depths, until she felt the smooth spongy tip brush at her tender cervix and his full, sperm-filled balls slap into the soft sensitive crevice separating her naked buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her breathless...somewhere between purgatory and heaven. Oh yes...God let this be the night, she silently prayed, staring blankly up at the ceiling, her silken eyelashes fluttering wildly with breathless anticipation. She groaned deep within her throat with the bliss that was intoxicating her...
Judging from the tiny gasps, Paul had at first thought he'd hurt her, but then he felt her writhe and squirm behind him and knew that wasn't the case. Her wet young cunt started a voracious squeezing along the full length of his burrowing penis, her hard little nipples gouging sensuously into his chest. Her warm belly pressured hotly upward against him while her thighs clamped and released at his waist as she worked her hungry young pussy up and down the full hardness of his penis.
"OH, PAUL...PAUL, HONEY...DON'T STOP...DON'T EVER STOP!"she murmured as his aching cock soared into her wetly seeping cunt and her head began to flail from side to side. He glimpsed down at the tiny teeth marks on her bee stung lower lip where she'd nibbled at it. The next instant, she was sucking and biting at his tongue and forcing her own into his mouth and gasping warm, sweet breath into his throat.
He saw the thin film of sweat beading her forehead beneath the tangle of honey curls, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of eroticism gurgling from deep in her throat against his lips. Damn...damn...he'd never seen her really let herself go this way. The erotic sight of her naked body writhing and bucking feverishly drove him crazy with love-lust. She was his now...she wanted it...God, did she!
Beneath him Kathy let out a low wail, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt, unexpected pain as he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and pulled her loins up tighter to him, fucking into her seeping young pussy with demonic fury. The vicious smacking of his heavy, semen bloated balls against her tiny puckered anus echoing obscenely throughout the room.
"AAUUGGHHHH...OOGGGHHHH...DON'T...DON'T HURT ME, LOVER...." she choked brokenly.
But Paul barely heard her plea, and ignoring her protests, he fucked harder and deeper, screwing his lean pelvis tighter into her soft, sensitive cunt, grinding sadistically into her. She began to arch her hips up to meet him, smashing her pelvis against his. Her eyes glazed and then she raised them both inches up off the bed, opening and closing her legs high up around his waist, slaving her heated young pussy up and down his hardened penis in a machine-like fury.
Furiously, Paul fucked into her, cupping her loins tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs until she was almost bent double and her knees touched her swollen breasts, causing the moist, clasping hole of her milking cunt to blossom open further while he tunneled inside of her.
The twinges of pain were quickly giving way to the pleasure, and her naked body quivered and twitched spasmodically in ecstasy, her tongue slithering hotly in and out of his sucking mouth in simulation of oral fucking.
Never had it been this good with Paul! He was so hard, so big, so masterful inside of her tender belly. "OHHHHH...HARDER, HONEY!" she raged, her voice thick with passion. "OH PLEASE, HARDER!"
Paul gaped down at her in astonishment, her frenzied need starting the aching churn in his balls. Christ, he was losing control over his climax! A half dozen times he'd barely been able to force those seeds back, and he knew he'd met his Waterloo with that last lunge. His cock would burst if he didn't cum soon! He stared downward at where his lead-hard cock was fucking furiously in and out of her drenched little pussy, concentrating on the feel of the tight, pink folds of raw flesh clasping and clinging to his rampaging cock. It was too much!
In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the pace and deepen his strokes as she writhed frantically under him, grinding up and down his almost bursting cock furiously, her long legs uncontrollably jerking, her toes curled under as she drew her soft thighs back higher. Below, the satiny flesh of her inner cuntal walls milked the life from her young husband's throbbing shaft.
Insanery, Paul pounded and thrust and fucked in one last futile effort, pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing them back painfully hard until her head was enframed by them, lifting her naked cunt higher and open wider to his battering of her exposed genitals. The room became an echo chamber of grunts and squeals and squelching and smacking.
"OHHH...THAT'S IT, BABY!" cried Kathy, jubilant that finally her young husband would satisfy her and make her feel like a mature woman. Her eyes rolled insanely in her head. "DON'T STOP! she gasped, her angelic face twisted with lust. "OH, PAUL, BABY, HONEY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
Paul's senses became a swirling mass of confused lust, that four-letter word bursting from her baby lips making his manly seed churn in his balls again. His aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into bloody cum streaked slivers any second! He wanted to wail and shout as he ground hard and deep into her sucking young cunt in effort to screw her belly right up to her throat. He watched her breasts heave and quiver...saw the tiny pink nipples swell as she screamed and flailed her head. Then he was cumming...like a gusher of oil from the bowels of the earth!
Suddenly an odd, startled expression contorted Kathy's features. She felt the jerking and expanding of his heavy sperm thick cock and realized that he was going to...going to cum and leave her this way again! Now...she couldn't stand to let that happen...not again!
"NO, DARLING, NOT YET! DON'T CUM YET!" she begged, jamming her nibbling cunt tightly up against the thundering rod of hard flesh as if to try to stop it. "DON'T LEAVE ME THIS WAY, AGAIN...DARLING?"
Christ...he gritted his teeth trying to hold it back, but it was too late! The hot stream had sent its dribbling sentinels to dampen her cervix, his throbbing balls pumping sporadically. Both felt it spurt into her, he from the tip of his exploding cock...she as the head expanded and contracted, squirting thick, hot sperm against the walls of her desperately clasping cunt!
Kathy screamed in true agony. "NO, NO, OH, GAWD, NOOOO!"
Paul heard her cries, but what the hell could he do but revel in the release of his hot, thick load spurting far up into her quivering belly? It jerked and spewed in spasms inside her, while she ground her cruelly un-satiated loins frantically up against him.
And then it was over!
Kathy whimpered in frustration as he drew the deflating, sticky shaft of useless flesh out of her sperm flooded pussy and fell back upon his buttocks in disgust with himself, his cheeks burning with shame, his mouth slack.
"D-DAMNIT, HONEY, I DIDN'T...HONEST TO GOD, B-BUT...I...." he whined weakly, carefully averting her accusing eyes. "I DIDN'T DO IT TO BE MEAN...YOU'VE GOT TO BELIEVE THAT!"
Kathy said nothing as she tried to regain control of her ragged emotions and stop the inferno of ticklish sensations tingling wildly in her belly. Did this happen to all women, or was there something wrong with her? She knew Paul had done his best...and was it his fault she was some kind of weirdo? She glanced up at his reddened face and read the dejection and shame there. No doubt he was blaming himself, thinking himself inadequate and a warm feeling of compassion flooded through her, washing away the disappointment.
"IT'S ALL RIGHT, HONEY." She forced a forgiving smile and urged him back down into her arms. "COME HERE AND LET ME HOLD YOU."
Eagerly he crawled back down, feeling his flesh rub against her satiny nakedness. "JESUS, I FEEL LIKE A CREEP," he croaked.
Downstairs somebody was gloating over Paul's failures.
"What the hell did I tell you?" Sid said jubilantly, flicking off the remote control and turning to see his sloe-eyed wife run fingertips the color of dried blood through the forest of black pubic curls between her wide spread thighs. "That hillbilly just quit jerking off yesterday...he doesn't know what to do with a pussy like hers!"
A crooked smile broke across Myra's heavy painted lips as he ogled her husband's blue-veined manhood clasped in his meaty fist. He possessed the endurance of an elephant and was hung like one, a quality that added to the zest of their marriage. That plus watching the young couple's lovemaking had turned her genitals into a fermented froth of excitation. She lay with her slim legs widespread, her negligee pulled up to her navel while Lust crawled between the heat of her thighs, his wet nose rubbing now and then against the oily marble of her clitoris while she finger teased her flushed cuntal lips and watched the lean bodied Paul try to satisfy his hungry wife. God, she couldn't imagine cumming less than a half dozen times with his cock fucking into her...and God, how she wished she had him crawling on top of her right then!
In the Parker household every night was Saturday night as far as sex was concerned. Money and political influence their accomplices, they could afford to dine on the most tender of flesh at the snap of a finger, and as Sid bolted from the bed to strip off his silk lounging pajamas, he thought just that. "Where the hell is our red headed Candy?" he growled down at his wife who lay admiringly staring at her naked husband with his thick, hairy chest and broad shoulders.
Despite his size, Sid Parker's fifty year old body was extraordinarily trim and well muscled. His was a powerful, masterful and it never failed to raise Myra's arched eyebrows, especially the pole of his cock jutting from a salt and pepper forest of hair.
Life for the Parkers was a card game wherein domination was trump. Secure in their lavish niche, they could afford to indulge in a game of supremacy for those who stepped within their periphery...which is where the Halfway House came in. Both found infinite pleasure in controlling and manipulating the fate of fifty-some girls, pulling the strings of their emotional vulnerabilities and playing parasite to their youth. Together Sid and Myra Parker presented a tough team both in the political sphere and social circuits. Despite Myra's cool, demanding wiliness, her soft submissiveness was utterly feminine in an alluring, feline fashion...though it seldom showed. An outside observer might easily get the impression that Myra considered that female quality to be her nemesis, the quality that would cause her downfall.
Lust's wet nose thumped against her bulbed clitoris with each sleek stroke. Idly, Myra lifted her eyes to her husband. "Do you want me to call Sam and find out when, darling?" She hardly expected an affirmative answer. Both preferred to spend lazy, wine-sipping hours stoking their sexual appetites before tasting the appetizers, or ultimately, the entree. What else had they to do? Besides, Sam would not dare defy orders under the threat of being cut off from her delightful side benefits.