Chapter 2
It was Saturday, a cold Saturday in February, and as a result Lil hadn't come into the store with Len. He had run the place virtually by himself, handling all the walk-in trade, shrewdly steering them to the finer broadlooms, selling at a prodigious rate. The man had a strong charisma in spite of the fact that he always wore his shirt loose and his jeans stained.
At one minute to five, Reva walked in, carrying her briefcase, bringing in five more contracts. She walked through the rich-smelling showroom, inhaling the scents given off by the carpeting. It was a small, dingy showroom, but it served its purpose.
At the rear were two offices. The one on the left was for the accounting secretary, already gone. The one further back, on the right, was Len's office. It was considerably larger than the accounting office. It had two desks in it, rows of filing cabinets, and piles of carpeting stacked one on top of the other. These were samples of discontinued carpets. Most of them were between six and seven feet in length, and a good four feet in width, much too large for an outside sales person to carry. Since they were discontinued, Len simply allowed them to pile up in his office. At the moment, the pile was three-and-a-half feet high.
Len, who had been sitting outside the offices at the desk of the girl who usually answered the telephone, looked up when Reva walked in. He smiled at her, seeing her quilted jacket was unzipped, and her usually fastidiously in-place blouse was partly hanging out behind her. It had ridden out of her skirt from-getting in and out of the car so often.
"Lock the door," he instructed. "We'll be going out the back soon, and I'm not in the mood for any more customers."
Reva locked the front door and pulled down the door shade. Then she carried her contracts back to Len who took them from her and looked them over. Five nice sales, five cash deposits totaling half the amount of each contract.
"How many people did you see today?" he asked, standing, putting the contracts on the secretary's desk.
"Seven," she replied. "It was a bad day."
"I'll say," he nodded, a frown crossing his usually handsome face "I'd have figured you for at least six sales."
"Now come on, Len," she said, feeling very irritated. "I'm sick and tired of hearing you complain no matter what I do. I far outsell any two other salesmen in this place, and you know it."
"Why didn't the other two buy?" he asked, folding his arms in front of him as he looked directly into her eyes.
"Both were men, and both thought they might tear off a little tail," she replied. "I'm sorry, but the only value I give for money is the carpeting."
"When the hell are you going to grow up?" he asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she angrily retorted.
"So some guy wants a feel of your cunt. So what? So you jack up the price a little and let him grab a handful. If he wants to go all the way, you simply double the price and keep half for yourself."
"That's disgusting!" she snapped.
"That's selling!" he insisted, turning and heading toward the rear and his office.
"I'm not a tramp," Reva insisted, walking behind him, following him into the large open office.
"Everyone's a tramp," he shrugged. "It's just a question of the right price. Come on, Reva, who are you saving it for? You know damn well a pussy's no good unless you use it."
"I'd like to have a say in who I think will use it."
"Fine, just as long as you start saying soon."
"Len, you're disgusting," she told him, walking over to where he was standing beside the stack of samples.
The bottom length of carpet stuck out much farther than the others, and the end was turned up. Reva's foot hit it and she stumbled toward Len. His arms reached out and caught her.
Reva relaxed, expecting him to let go of her now that he'd stopped her from falling. Instead, Len suddenly hoisted her up and held her in his arms as he mashed his mouth firmly against hers, kissing her as if doomsday was approaching.
He smiled to himself. She was much more livelier than he had imagined. Reva began squirming and writhing like a wildcat. When he thought he had tasted enough of her lips, he let go of her. Reva backed away from him, panting, feeling her breath rush through her lungs so strongly her full breasts were heaving up and down delectably beneath her thin cotton blouse. Tears were streaming down her face, a face contorted with rage at the moment.
The coat felt encumbering and she shrugged it off in order to get enough leverage to give him a good, solid slap across his handsome face.
"You . . . you.. . " she began sputtering, filled with mingled rage and fear, her hand smarting from the hard slap she had given him.
Len smiled. Yeah, she was a wildcat, all right. That was fine. He dug a chick who put up a good fight before he finally sank his cock into her. He was going to fuck her. He had made up his mind to it. But then, he had made up his mind to fuck Reva the first time he had seen her. It was simply a question of timing everything correctly. Well the timing was perfect at the moment. The store was closed, the door was locked, he and Reva were alone, and it was time the bitch understood that he was boss. What he said, went. He knew Reva had no intention of quitting. The job was much too lucrative. She earned between six and seven hundred dollars a week, only half of which was on the books. At the moment, she had more than three-thousand dollars worth of sales in the hopper, all of which she would be paid for when the carpeting would be installed. In the meantime, her continued selling would keep her about two to three thousand dollars ahead in earnings of what she would be receiving. Now she was going to learn what it was like to be fucked by a real man.
"Just take it easy," he smiled at her, his cheek reddening. "You know, I can sack you anytime I want, and you'll find it very difficult getting another job this good."
Before she was able to reply, he pulled Reva against him, gripped her two slender wrists with his hands and twisted her arms behind her. He caught both wrists with one hand, and with his other hand he gripped her jaw, holding her face up to his, crushing his hungry mouth solidly against hers. His tongue thrust itself into her mouth, and Reva contemplated biting it. She knew if she did so, she risked instant dismissal, and what he said about her finding another job this good was true.
The lovely brunette knew there was no one else around, and the walls of the store were so thick, even if she did yell, no one in the neighboring stores would hear her. She had unwittingly trapped herself in here with the maniac who now headed the company. She was certain he was just as aware as she that no one would hear her if she yelled.
Reva was also aware of her pulse beating very rapidly, throbbing against the sides of her neck and her temples. His thumb was pressed against one of the throbbing arteries, while his fingers bit into her jaw as he firmly held her locked in place. His lips were bruising her own, not to mention the pain she felt from his teeth as they seemingly bit into her. Her arms were hurting her, stretched as they were behind her, held in an iron grasp. Her mind was screaming, No.. .no.. . no . . . but there was no one to hear, and the sounds merely echoed around and around inside her head.
Finally he pulled his mouth away, letting her breathe, but Reva was still very much aware of his mint-scented breath as it breezed through his nostrils. His boyishly handsome face was still very close to hers as he held her all the more tightly. He forced her to look into the mud-brown of his eyes. She stared at him through a blur of tears, not knowing what to do.
"You're the sexiest broad I've ever known," he told her. "I don't care what you say. You can't have worked for my old man and not put out for him. So don't bother denying it. You want to fight? Fine! I like it when the cunt I fuck struggles, first."
Oh Lord! She was being held captive by a monster in the body of an innocent-looking youth. His father had understood her aversion to sex. Too, his father, contrary to what he believed, hadn't played around with the help. There was nothing gentle about this man, and she was well aware, standing there, that the man had intentions of raping her as surely as the sun would rise the following morning. She wondered how a man with such an evil mind was capable of looking so sweetly innocent. He looked like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, but the truth of the matter was, her world was starting to unravel, and Len was the cause of it.
Len was well aware of the way her breasts were solidly mashing against his chest. She was struggling, and her legs, under her skirt, were apart around one of his legs, and the V of her tantalizing crotch was pressing against his narrow hip. His throbbing penis had swollen and enlarged. In fact it was as long as it was able to grow inside his tight-fitting jeans and tight undershorts. It pulsed out a semaphore message with every throb, as if telling him, Fuck.. . fuck.. . fuck! He wasn't the only one aware of the beating of his cock. Reva felt it pulsating as well, and her mind was probably decoding the same message, though to her it was something horrible.
His hand slid down her throat and moved inside her blouse and brassiere. His fingers dug until they finally reached a nipple. The soft, tender, satin-fleshed rubber nipple hardened instantly to his demanding caress, swelling to a bullet of absolute desire. Her body was becoming aroused in spite of herself, more aroused than she had ever felt with her husband.
Len knew she wouldn't struggle now that he had told her he liked women who fought better than women who simply stood there and accepted what he was doing. He was right. She remained passive. She merely looked at him with her huge, wet brown eyes as he continued to thumb and pinch the point of her breast. There was no doubt what he was doing was registering. He saw that in her eyes as they glazed over at his touch. Yeah, he was getting to her, all right.
Reva quivered as his hand found her breast. She was only too aware of the way her nipple swelled into a finger of desire at his touch, carnally anticipating what was to come. For the first time in her life her body was behaving differently from her mind. She had never had any trouble in making her body refuse to respond before, but then, her husband had never been one for any kind of prolonged foreplay. He was one of those in-and-out-in-a-hurry men. Now her body was betraying her, acting independently of what she wanted. Hell! If a woman wasn't able to trust her own body.. .
She was aware of the youth's hungering mouth starting to explore her tear-stained face. First he kissed her cheek, then he was nibbling at her earlobe. His tongue suddenly probed into her aural canal, and this sent static sparks blistering through her quivering form, shooting the length of her spine.
Nothing in all of her past married life had prepared her for what was happening to her at this moment. Nothing! What was she to do now that she had discovered her own body was betraying her? How was she able to fight back? If this callow youth was capable of arousing her, was it possible she would be aroused by the touch of just about any man who knew what to do? Was she nothing but a basic whore who had missed her calling? Just what was Reva Brent?
She had no thought of her husband at the present time, nor did she think about what would happen to her if she fought Len off. Her basic concern was not so much for Len as it was for herself and an attempt to regain her self-respect. The last thing she needed was to think that deep down she was some kind of trampy whore who had to use her body to earn her living.
"Len," she said softly, as calmly as the circumstances permitted, hoping to snap him out of the ardor with which he had surrounded himself.
But nothing seemed to stop the youth. He was lightly kissing her eyebrows, then pressing his lips to her temples. His hand had pulled away from her swollen breast and was now rubbing her shoulder blades, making her feel as if she had once had wings that had been cut off and the wounds cauterized.
"Len, please don't do this!"
She tried so hard to put a measure of dignity in her voice, but the sounds coming from her mouth were blurred with heavy breathing. Her shoulder blades were tingling with the massage he was giving them.
"Reva-honey, you're gonna love this," he promised, speaking with his lips pressed against her mouth as he caught her in a long, quivering kiss of passionate depth.
His free hand was once again reaching between them, this time masterfully unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it down over her round shoulders until it did the work his bruising hand did in holding her arms immobile. Swiftly he tied the bottom of her blouse around her arms, keeping her hands pinned behind her. Now both his hands were free to cup and squeeze the lush fullness of her swollen breasts-breasts that spilled over the tops of her thin, almost transparent net bra.
Reva began slowly backing away, her arms still pinned to her sides and almost bare to the waist. But she realized it took a strong effort on her part to back away from the young man's reaching fingers, fingers that hardened her tan nipples to reddish-brown pellets with passionately pointed peaks of quivering anticipation. Oh God! Why was she responding? Her breath was rushing through her laboring lungs, and Reva suddenly became aware of a most embarrassing thing. Her bikini panties were wet in the crotch.
She remained there, standing, trembling, her round breasts continuing to heave and quiver, her eyes dripping tears onto her stained cheeks. Her arms were bound to her sides like some sacrificial victim, but she managed to keep a semblance of defiance blazing in her lovely eyes.
Len let his eyes roam over the full lushness of her lovely mammaries, straining as they did at the net brassiere holding them in harness. The filmy material was unable to hide the rich tan of her areolae and the hardness of her elongated nipples. She had a tiny, thin-fleshed waist indented by the waistband of her tight, narrow skirt, and the curvature of her hip and thigh seemed just right. The youth's throbbing cock was beating away at a maddening cadence now, pushing against his rightly encasing jeans.
"Reva, let's come to an understanding here and now," the youth said. "I'm going to fuck the lovely ass off you. Get used to the idea. I mean, it isn't as if you're some virgin. I'm going to teach you to love sex."
"How did you know I hated it?" she asked.
"Oh shit! It sticks out all over you. I mean, you don't have a husband to be faithful to, but you refuse to put out. How many women can resist a good-looking guy like me, huh?"
"There's no conceit in the rest of your family," she said, biting her lips. "You have it all."
"But that doesn't keep me from trying to find out just what I wanted to know the moment I first saw you."
"Just what might that be?" she disdainfully asked.
"How good a fuck you are. Well, that's something we're definitely about to find out, right?"
"You're the most despicable person I've ever known," Reva gasped, staring at him with hatred.
"In a little while you'll change your mind," he laughed. "They all do."
He picked her up and stretched her out on top of the sample pile of carpets. The beautiful black-haired woman struggled and writhed this way and that, but he held her with no effort whatsoever. He rolled her onto her belly, untied the shirt that held her arms prisoner, and then surprised her by stepping back. She hurriedly pulled her blouse up and covered herself again, buttoning it.
"Stop acting ridiculous," Len told her. "Get those clothes off. If you don't remove them by yourself, I'll have to rip them off you and you won't be able to go home. Either that, or you'll present quite a sight sitting naked in your car."
Turning his back to her, he proceeded to unbutton his own shirt and pull it off. When he turned back to her, he revealed a boyishly bare chest, well-muscled considering how thin he was. Even his slender arms looked nice and strong.
Reva was on her feet again, staring as if in shock, watching him pull his jeans down, standing like a flamingo, first on one leg and then on another as he tugged them from his ankles. His thighs were thin but well-muscled, but those weren't the muscles that caught her staring eye. Her glance fastened on the massive bulge in his shorts. Lord! It looked like one of those monstrous erections the Babylonians used to attach to their statues. It just didn't seem to be real. Compared to what her husband had possessed, this youth had a monster. It was so big, it seemed way out of proportion to the rest of him. She wondered how he was able to walk around with something that monstrous in his pants. Had she seen something like this on a statue it would have been laughable because it looked so unreal. No man was capable of having an erection that big. But Len did!
Reva caught her breath, waiting for the unveiling. She was almost anxious to see the monster freed from its prison of cloth.
The youth looked up to see the startled Reva still standing frozen to the spot, her eyes locked on his groin. She had made no move to take off her own clothes, and this irritated him.
"Hey," he snapped at her. "I told you to start shucking the duds."
She was startled for a moment, being snapped out of her reverie. Her golden-brown eyes met his muddy brown ones. For a brief moment, she thought of running to the door now that he had his pants off. But she knew she would never get it unlocked in time, and she wasn't physically strong enough to take the young man on. He'd drag her to the floor in the showroom and do it right there. It was no use. There was no graceful way out of this. With quivering hands she pulled her buttoned blouse over her head and let it fall somewhere to the side. Then she reached behind her, feeling ashamed to expose herself as she did, undoing the hooks of her brassiere, her eyes held by his for the moment in a battle she was obviously losing.
Slowly, she slid the straps down her shoulders, letting her breasts fall free, two white satin melons tipped with beautiful sun-brown circles and nut-like nipples he was already hungrily devouring with his eyes. Knowing the youth was watching her so hungrily had the effect of arousing Reva that much more. Her husband had never cared one way or the other when she had undressed in front of him. He had made her feel inadequate as a woman, which was another of the reasons why she hadn't enjoyed sex with him. She had sincerely believed she was a relatively unattractive woman, in spite of the fact that she had always kept herself immaculately clean, had gone out of her way to style her hair prettily, and had used only the lightest touches of makeup to enhance her best facial features.
But the way Len was anxiously gazing at her let her know for the first time that she was far more attractive than she had initially believed. Oh, the men customers were always coming on to her, but she had assumed their interest was simply because she was a supposedly available female, and they might just as easily have tried making it with a female orangutan. Len's rapt stare affected her far more strongly than she would have believed, and without realizing what she was doing, she provocatively began stretching it out, making it more tantalizing than ever. Her eyes never once left his hungrily staring face as she began unbuttoning the top of her skirt and then slowly pulled down the zipper. Because of the tight fit of the skirt, she had to wriggle her hips as she slid the skirt slowly down, pushing them with her hands. It fitted her so tightly, she had to really squirm to get the skirt over her hips. When it finally fell down around her trimly slender ankles, she took as much time easing down her half slip in spite of the fact that it stretched much more easily. Finally she stepped out of both, toeing them to the side, finally aware of how much of a kick she was getting from all this.
Len was frozen to the spot for the moment. Hell! He had known she would be beautiful, but never in his imagination had he been able to picture the pure whiteness of her flesh and the smoothness of her taut, flawless skin.
Her pantyhose came next, and Reva made as much of a production of kicking off her shoes and peeling down the nylon as she had of removing her skirt. New all she had left was her skimpy bikini panties, and she hesitated for a moment. Hell! She had come this far, and the man was intent on raping her, anyway. Might just as well enjoy it.
She peeled the white nylon down, revealing to him the sight of the sparse ebony sprinkles covering her pouting mons veneris.
Len stood with his hands pressed into his sides, his knuckles folded under so she wasn't able to see his hands were shaking because of the effect she had on him. Christ! What a luscious female! She stood in front of him like Venus incarnate, her body white as marble, the blue veins running through her as clearly visible as the lines in quarried stone. Her full breasts were even whiter than the rest of her, the tips dipped in a light chocolate. He half-expected her to point at him and overwhelm him with her magical abilities. Jesus! Her naked body was a breathing statue that had come to life, her lovely rounded shoulders thrown back, her full-nippled, upstanding, delightfully pear-shaped breasts pointing directly at him as she stood with her weight on one leg so that the tantalizing curvature of her hips down to her knees formed one triangle, while the fuzz on her pelvic mound formed another, while her crotch joined to her thighs formed yet a third. The wantonly delightful curve of her delicate rib cage as it narrowed to her slender waist was repeated again by the swirl from her waist to her hip. She looked like something dream-like. Hell! He had always thought Lil, his fianc‚e, to be the ultimate woman. When it came to giving him a ride, he had never known anyone to equal her.
But now, staring at Reva, he had the instinctive feeling that if she fucked only half as good as she looked she would make Lil look amateurish. As it was, he clearly saw the moistness coming from the touch of pinkness under the sparse black fur, and some of it had leaked a little because there was a sheen on the insides of both upper thighs. His eyes fell to the panties at her feet, and he saw how sodden the crotch was.
"God! You're stunning!" he told her, and Reva suddenly realized how young he was compared to herself. Her nakedness had given her a certain amount of control over the situation.
When he reached for her, she whirled away from him, teasing him. He moved after her, but not trying to catch and overpower her. His own movements were also teasing, as if aware that was what she was doing to him. Her motion was that of a ballet dancer as she moved out of the office and into the dingy store. Darkness made the store almost black, but he snapped on a light in the accounting office, letting it play into the store-proper. Reva, as if in a spotlight, amateurishly continued dancing and whirling as if she were performing some kind of ballet. All the while Len's glittering eyes remained locked on her lush and lovely form.
A semblance of sanity pushed its way into her mind, rebuking her for teasing the youth. But her rational self countered by claiming that as long as she danced for the young man, it would be impossible for him to rape her.
Len had a kerosene heater in the store, and he had yet to turn it off. It not only gave off heat, but in the semi-darkness issued an eerie glow.
Reva enjoyed the warm air playing over her nakedness, and by dancing, she found herself loosening and stretching certain body muscles that had become cramped from riding in the car. Each time Len tried approaching her, she danced away from him, rising on her toes, her arms over her head in a ballet gesture that tugged her high breasts even higher before they dipped once she lowered her arms.
Len was enthralled with the chase and speeded up, moving after her all the more quickly. All this did was make Reva pirouette and spin wildly from one side of the store to the other, brushing against samples of carpeting that hung on the walls. She moved faster and faster, losing herself in the dancing.
She was a lissome Terpsichore racing gracefully through the countless swatches of carpeting, so nakedly delightful and free. The shadows lent an erotic effect to her beautiful nudity.
Len was aware of the swell of his throbbing erection as it became even stiffer and harder, that much fuller, and as a result, more painful. His guts were starting to churn at the sight of this delightfully bare woman.
"That's enough!" he gasped, tugging his undershorts down, letting them lie where they fell as he moved purposefully toward her.
Reva was bent at the waist, her slender fingers brushing the long delicate toes of one outstretched foot. At his command she found herself sinking down on the knee bent behind her in true ballet style until she was sitting on that leg and her entire body was tilted forward, bent at the waist, a wild sensation of exhilaration filling her as she ended in the classic ballet bow that climaxed all such performances.
Len was in front of her now, bending down, picking up her hands and pulling her up until she was standing in front of him at arm's length. He anxiously tugged her lithe form to his naked hardness, feeling the swell of her heaving breasts mash against his hairless chest. Her skin was like warmed-over velvet, and his tongue plunged into her tender mouth, the organ stiff as a miniature penis as it invaded the sweetness of her wet oral cavern.
"Ummm . . . hmmmm . . . mmm.. . . " she moaned around the probing tongue, drinking his saliva into her throat with an eagerly sucking pull that amazed her as much as it did Len.
The dancing through the store had left her all but breathless. She was panting from the effort, and oddly enough, the effect of the sensuous movements had taken its toll on her internal self, where she was more aflame than her flesh felt because of the kerosene heater. The pressure of the handsome youth's solidly naked form had caused her inner temperature to suddenly soar beyond belief. His hand was a blazing firebrand, leaving sensuous burns wherever it touched her. She was well aware of the size of his enormous cock as it jerked against her quivering belly, and every jerk sent a maddening spasm through her own, achingly needing vagina.
Without realizing it, Reva had found that she had crossed some invisible intangible barrier. She was his willing prisoner at this point. The inevitable was about to take place, and the thought of it brought out goose-pimples on her soft flesh as well as a prickling, wondering excitement.
Len's hands slid from her shoulders to her full breasts, and he pinched her taut nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling on them brutally, as if trying to quench burning matches. God! Her points were so hot! This, in turn made his hands feel hot, so hot he felt he was leaving fingerprints wherever he touched and caressed her. Blood was continuing to course through the thickness of his rigid shaft, moving through arteries and veins as if on an unending treadmill. Pressed against the white softness of her flat stomach, the head throbbed like an uncontrollable engine just waiting for him to pull the throttle, building up steam to the point where the cock would explode if sperm, like steam, didn't come rushing from the tip as if from a safety valve.
Her full breasts were solidly heavy in his caressing hands, and he was amazed at their firmness. Lil, who had smaller breasts, had breasts equally firm, and Len was astonished that a woman like Reva had breasts of such hardness while also of such size. They were hard, yet they were soft. It was as if he were holding squishy rocks in the palms of his hands. He pulled away and lowered his head in order to gobble one into his mouth, opening as wide as possible, eager to take in as much of the milk-white, blue-veined, scented, silken-soft, tan areola flesh as was humanely possible. Oh Christ! She tasted like sun-warmed rose petals. He figured she had to be wearing attar of roses.
His hungering mouth sucked on her nipple, pulling at it for a long time. She was now leaning back over his rigidly strong arm as if in a back bend. Her head was hanging down, her eyes shut, but her hands came up of their own accord to grip his hair and mash his face even farther into the softness of her naked breast flesh.
"Aaaaaann nnnhhhhhh hhhhuu uuuunn nnnnhh-hhhh!" the lovely woman sighed faintly as his tongue began to whirl around, and titillate the tip of her fiery, extended nipple. His mouth moved to her other breast. She found herself shuddering and shaking, pressing his head even more closely to her body until his nose was pressed so deeply into the white silken mound he found difficulty breathing.
A rattle at the front door snapped them out of their reverie for the moment. The two of them remained motionless, listening for a long minute, and then heard a disgusted voice announcing the store had closed too soon to suit him, and whoever it was went away. Still they didn't move, as if afraid their movements might have been heard by someone outside.
Reva pulled away from him, her ears straining, listening, waiting to see if the person, whoever it was, would return. Seconds dragged into minutes, and little by little she realized they were once again totally alone and undisturbed. Still, there were lots of people out there, walking by the store. Only the carpeting piled in front of the windows and the shade pulled down in front of the door prevented anyone from seeing what was taking place inside.
Len stared at her, his own ears straining to hear, noting how she was poised to run into his office to find her clothing. She looked like a startled doe, her eyes wide and frightened. God! She was far more incredibly beautiful this way than she had ever looked before. She looked so helpless and almost vulnerable, to the point that he felt a little ashamed of the way he had humiliated her into this. But he had no intention of letting her go now that he had gotten this far. There was no one to interrupt them, and even if someone managed to come in, he wouldn't be able to stop now. His pulsating phallus was standing out from his quivering loins like the staff of an overeager bull. It jerked its unseeing eye in search of the soft, sweet hollow in which it intended burying itself. The swollen pressure building in the depths of his aching testicles had become unbearable. They had enlarged and hardened as they rapidly produced more and more sperm to keep up with the semen being manufactured in his prostate. He had to unload his genital contents, and soon. He had to fire it into the depths of the lovely woman's tender belly.
"Come over here," he whispered, his voice fiercely commanding her, and she scurried into his arms as if seeking shelter.
His hands gripped the roundness of her tight buttocks and he lifted her high. Her legs automatically wrapped themselves tightly around his back for some kind of support, and her arms entwined themselves around his strong neck. He lifted her higher, higher, and then began lowering her, probing for her opening with the head of his anxious cock. Her womanly seam was sodden, and one of his hands reached beneath, the fingers parting the edges as her round butt sat in the palm of his other squeezing hand.
Reva was aware of her aching body being very slowly lowered against Len's hard torso, and then the tip of his massively throbbing penile shaft touched the soft lips of her aching vulva. She leaped as if her cunt had been touched with an exposed hotwire, writhing somewhat, arching her lovely spine. Oh God! The pressing head of the heatedly pulsating shaft sent a jolt of uncontrollably, her lovely body continued descending. Oh God! She'd never had anything this monstrous in her tight little cavern before. She was certain she would never be able to swallow it inside her. Her interior would be torn to shreds.
"No, Len, no . . . don't.. . . " she begged.
"Easy, honey, take it easy," the youth whispered in a soft grunt as he eased the lips of her fluted vulva over the round head of his pulsating cock. It slipped slowly into her, her inner labia surrounding and gripping the penis. Her inner self had poured out such copious quantities of lubricity that in spite of his massive girth and the narrowness of her interior, she stretched with no discomfort in order to accept his penile offering. Oh God! It felt so good . . . so very good!
Len staggered back a little under her weight, getting his balance. He had occasionally used this position with Lil, but Lil was so much slenderer and lighter than Reva. Not that he wasn't able to hold Reva. Hell! When he occasionally worked out at the gym, he easily hoisted more than a hundred and eighty pounds, and he knew Reva didn't weigh more than a hundred and fifteen, if that much. With his strong legs braced apart the littlest bit, he found holding her was easier. He had her nibbling pussy firmly planted around the head of his anxious cock, and deciding he was unable to take this torment any longer, he let the hand supporting her buttocks drop quickly as he rammed upward with his proin, feeling the tightly clasping walls of her sucking vagina close over the full length of his massive penis in a single downward stroke.
"Aaaannnngg gggghh hhhhhhaaaa aannnn nngg-gghh hhhh!" Reva screamed, feeling the massive red-topped knife of masculine flesh slice straight up and into her narrow channel, impaling her to the depths of her quaking belly.
"Don't move!" Len commanded.
She didn't. She was unable to at that moment. She was trapped on the enormous codpiece of his pulsating cock, well aware of the way it jerked and twitched in the tightness of her narrow chamber, moving about inside her like a trapped ferocious animal. He filled her womanly void so that her entire inner self felt brutally stretched out of shape to the point of ripping. She was certain she must be bleeding internally because of the wickedness of his thrust.
Len flexed his muscles, tightening his buttocks as his fingers dug all the more deeply into the cheeks of her ass. His pulsing cock rammed its head against the back wall of her ultra-sensitive vagina. To Reva's mind it was like a nose, a rubbery nose as it bumped against her inner self unmercifully sniffing its way into the deepest core of her. It was continually jerking and throbbing, completely out of control. Oh Jesus! She was so achingly wonderful, her cunt so beautifully tight around the length of his solid shaft. He felt her tight walls literally clenching him like fingers, milking his cock as a milkmaid would tug at a cow's udder.
His legs were starting to tire, but he loved holding her this way, as if he had put her on, wearing her on the full length of his cock. She clung tightly to him as he began slowly walking around the narrow store with her lovely body impaled on the proud stiffness of his ram-cock. This was one fuck Len would never forget, and he intended making it just as unforgettable for Reva. Each time he took a step, it seemed to Reva his cock was probing into her yet another inch.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Reva felt the man easing her body off that slicing, digging, brutally thick and swollen cock. He lifted her higher, then made her lie on her back on one of the carpets. The broadloom felt like grass on a summer night beneath her, and the beautiful brunette stretched herself, luxuriating in the delightful feel of it. Her legs spread themselves and stretched, making her open her tender pussy wide to his licentiously staring eyes.
"Spread that lovely cunt wider," Len insisted, his voice grating, his face contorted with an inner agony because of the pressure continuing to build in his scrotum at the sight of her naked milk-white softness spread out for him on the carpet.
In the dim light he was clearly able to see her hair-fringed labia, swollen and sodden, pulsating with the carnal anticipation of his once again making an entrance into her. He knelt between her delightful thighs and spread her soft white flesh with his palms, pressing her cuntlips even wider until all of her aching, churning, flaming, flooding, vibrating cunt was clearly visible to him. Her inner lips were blood-filled and red, glistening with her juices. The hair around her labia was matted because of her secretions, secretions that continually poured from her interior.
Reva thrilled to the touch of his fingers gently separating her soft lips from top to bottom and even enjoyed the throaty sound coming from him when her extended clitoris was finally visible to him. He ever-so-gently reached out and touched it with a single finger, and then he began stroking the erect little organ, feeling it quiver. Her body automatically arched up to the pressure of his stroking finger, her hips lifting from the carpeting. Every sensuous stroke seemed to drive her to the brink of insanity as she felt an electric zigzagging sensation of sex flashing through the flooded depths of her inner self.
Len stared down at the white form of the beautiful writhing woman beneath him as he continued applying the ball of his finger to the hardened split pea of her clitoral head, agitating it and making it quiver even more. The love juice was pouring from her tender split like water from a gushing fountain, and the beautiful brunette's hips were arching up and down, her belly moving like that of a gyrating ecdysiast intent on holding the attention of this onlooker. Jesus! She looked good enough to eat. In fact, now that he thought about it, that was precisely what he wanted to do. Hell! All women tasted different. By now, he knew Lil's scent and taste by heart. Reva's scent was no less delectable, and he was certain she would taste even better. Jesus! If he didn't gobble that pussy before he fucked it senseless, he would never forgive himself.
He lowered his head while sliding his finger from the button of her shuddering clitoris. Dropping his mouth, he pressed his lips where his finger had previously been working, and he gently sucked the erectly shuddering man-in-the-boat between them and nibbled gently.
This was something Reva had never had done to her before. Her husband was a cock-in-cunt man and nothing more. He had at no time shown her any of the sexual refinements so many other men knew, possibly because he was an ignorant fool, himself. What was happening to Reva now was sheer, delightful, wanton bliss. Every muscle in her vibrant body tightened and quivered, as if she had been touched with a livewire and was unable to control herself. Her writhing hips lifted themselves completely as she ground her helplessly shaking, narrowly sodden slit all the more firmly into Len's face, reacting to his loving tongue and nibbling teeth.
Her beautiful face whipped one way then another, and her mouth opened to scream, but for a while she was unable to do so. When sound finally did filter from her throat, it was in the form of a long gasp rather than any kind of shriek.
"G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-dd dddddd uuuuuu gggg-gggg hhhhh!"
His working tongue licked into her juicy feminine divide, working away at the constant flow of feminine musk oil. For a minute he thought she was so overcome with his tongue-work that she was going to faint.
"Do it!" Rita gasped between clenched teeth. "You made me want it, now do it! Do it, damn you! Do it, now! Please, Len, please, don't hold back! Do it!"
Tears were streaming down her face, but they weren't tears of sorrow. It was a commingling of joy and wanton lust that overpowered her and contorted her need-crazed face.
"What is it you want me to do?" Lean teased. "Come on, Reva. I know you normally won't let a dirty word pass those lips of yours. Now you just tell me, outright, what it is you want me to do, and maybe, just maybe I'll do it."
"Fuck me, damn you!" Reva cried out at him, wisely aware she was in no position to haggle at the moment, tears continuing to pour down her beautiful cheeks.
"Don't cry, don't cry, sweet lady," Len panted. "You want my cock? Well, here it is, honey!"
He lifted himself on the palms of his hands and on his toes, as if doing a push-up. His eyes went down to the space between their bodies, seeing the tears of oil dripping from the sightless eye of his weeping cock, making him realize he was just as crazy with desire as she. He aimed it as if it were an arrow, hesitating for an instant as he remained stiffly above her quivering form. Then he put all his weight on his left palm as he gripped his cock with his right hand and plunged it straight at her soddenly open, wet-petaled vagina, now aware her tunnel needed him as much as he needed her.
"Ghhh hh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh . . . Godddddd uu-uuuu hhhhhhhhhhh!" she shouted at the top of her voice as the massive blunted length of hard flesh sliced directly into the center of her being, filling her interior almost to bursting. Her aching, empty hollowness was filled, and she was aware of her inner muscular walls closing tightly around the length of his pulsating organ, squeezing in gratitude, clinging to him, and keeping him deep inside her.
Len didn't intend waiting for her walls to adjust to his breadth. He began stroking almost instantly. Hell! He had dragged all this out long enough, to the point where he felt that if he didn't fire his load shortly, the seam down the center of his scrotum would split wide open. His ears picked up the delightful sound of his aching rod slamming into the slippery, heated core of her. This was the sound of fucking, and hearing it thrilled him as much as feeling it. Yeah! He was hearing the sound of himself fucking this woman he had been aching to jazz from the first time he had seen her, and what made it all so extra good was the fact that she had lasciviously pleaded with him to do this very thing to her. So now his cock moved in and out of her like a maniacal jackhammer.
"Hunh! Unh! Oh Goddd! Oooohhhhh! Yessssss! Jee-eee-susssss!" the youth was gasping as his hips continued to coordinately move back and forth, letting him jackhammer in and out of the sucking swamp that was her torrid pussy.
Lil was tight, but not like this. Sheesh! Len had screwed his share of virgins in his lifetime, including his fianc‚e, but no virgin was as tight as the cunt surrounding his cock at present. It was like plunging into a contracting cylinder that got tighter as it became wetter. Had it not been for the wetness, her walls would have rubbed the outer layers of skin from his cock. Each time he slammed forward, the penile head butted against the back wall of her pussy, and this only served to make him feel that much more in need of climactic attainment.
This was the first time Reva had done something like this in a place other than a bed, and she wondered if the change of environment had something to do with the static delight continually invading her shuddering self. The warmth from the kerosene heater washed across her body and added to the heat being generated by the pressure of Len's body on top of hers. No longer did she have a fear of being seen or overheard. Neither was she thinking about the right or wrong of what she was doing. The simple fact was, her body needed this as much as it needed food. For the first time in her life she began to understand why sex was such a basic necessity, and all she cared about was responding and reacting to the stimuli emanating from this lean, hard young man who continued wildly fucking her.
With every movement of his slender, hard body, plunging the fullness of his gigantic steel shaft plunging into the center of her inner self, Reva knew she was being fucked to the borderline of sanity, itself. She panted as her hands reached out and her fingers dug into the granite of his buttocks, pulling him all the deeper into her, pressing as hard as she was able, until her nails dug trenches in his fbsh. Every quivering plunge of his cock seemed to sink the organ that much deeper into her even though she knew it was as deep as it was going to go.
Len was aware of the sensation of steaming, churning swirling floods of seminal fluid in his prostate. The semen whirled so quickly, he was certain the gland within him was about to burst. His bloated balls were swollen with sperm, manufacturing the little tadpole-like creatures so rapidly, they had barely enough time to exit through tubes leading to the prostate before more sperm took their place. His swollen scrotum was drawn tightly into his groin, but on each downward plunge, the sac smacked against the cheeks of her lovely buttocks and her thighs now clenched his body so tightly it seemed as if he'd be having a hard time mustering the strength that would eventually bring them both to the completion they so desperately sought. He powered his burning cock into her womanly blast furnace again and again, aware that she was not merely half as good as he'd hoped, but twice as good. Reva was one-hundred percent woman.
He was aware of her calves surrounding him, clinging to him all the more tightly, but this time above the waist as the lovely brunette strove without thought of anything but her finale to grind her twitching vaginal labia all the more solidly against his groin.
"That's . . . hhhuuunnnhhh . . . ittttttt.. . aaaann-nnhhhh . . . shove it up to meeee . . . honeeeeee yyyy-yyy!" he urged, the breath whistling through his nostrils, betraying the fact that good as all this was, it was still labor. Granted it was a labor of love, but it was labor.
"Fuck.. . harrrderrrr.. . harrrderrr.. . oooonnnn-hhhhh!" she panted.
Her slender thighs were even higher around his trunk, clinging to him like grappling hooks, and she rode his pole as if she were a train on a monorail. Len, who had been intent on his own climax, realized there was no way he would be able to escape the crush of her thighs unless he made it good for Reva, as well. Self preservation made him work to bring her to her culmination.
Reva's lovely form was not only moving in cadence with that of the man lying on top of her, but she was twitching and wriggling and squirming in time to the man's continually ardent fucking. Each time he drove down, her belly slammed up. The two stomachs met in mid-air, making a loud clapping sound. Reva was aware of bone hitting bone because of the uncontrolled intensity of his thrusts. Her thighs clung high on his body, so high that the whole of her velvet-fleshed inner pussy continued soddonly open for his onslaughts, and the head of his penis seemed to pound that much more deeply inside her. Her nails clawed their way up from his buttocks, running red tiger stripes along his back up to his shoulders, making him look as if he had been clawed by an alley cat. At the same time she was aware of his slender young hands sliding under her and gripping the rounded cheeks of her ass in order to tug her all the more violently against him.
Len lifted his face for a brief instant and looked down along the lean lengths of both of them as he shifted his movement, changing from a hard, short, choppy stroke to a long, even glide. He stared at the way his glistening cock stroked itself in and out, in and out, withdrawing until only the head was inside her, then watching the hairy maw between her thighs once again hungrily swallow up the full length of him, literally sucking him in. The noises coming from the depths of her chest became broken gasps of pleasure. Her aching groin was flailing and wriggling beneath his, moving insanely as her heels beat on his back, spurring him on.
He lunged into her harder than ever, catching her ripe lips with his, probing into her mouth with his tongue with the same tempo his cock was using to bombard her womanly channel. Two rapacious parts of him explored her, now.
Reva groaned in the depths of her throat, feeling the anguished need for total fulfillment, her hands once more clawing their way down his already skinned back, reaching for his lean, hard buttocks and yanking in a violent attempt to make his hard cock-head pierce the back wall of her cunt, possibly trying to make him stab into her vitals. Abruptly the lovely brunette stiffened, her body rigid, her feet unwinding from around his form and her heels digging into the carpeting beneath her as she lifted them both while he stiffened his arms to push himself as far from the floor as possible.
Their mouths fused together, but both bellowed into one another's throat as they violently climaxed.
"MMMM FFFF WWWW AAAA UUUU GGGG-HHHHH WWWWWUUUUUMMMFFFFUUUU-GGHHH!"
"YYYY AAAA RRR GGGG HHHH AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH LLLLLAAAAAWWWWAAAAUU-UUUNNNGGGHHHH AAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUU NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH AAAA-HHHHHH!"
The instant Reva stiffened and the two of them began bellowing into one another's mouths, Len was aware of his hard-driving penis exploding his boiling semen into the depths of her womb, the spurts shooting from the tip of his cock in machine gun blasts. The full length of his penis jerked and all but twisted as it unleashed one shot after another into her willing chamber. Blast after blast tunneled into her anxious belly.
Reva's heels remained firmly dug into the carpet as she kept the two of them off the ground, frozen for the moment as she reached the full intensity of her climax, her first real climax while the man emptied the contents of his balls and prostate into her.
At last the two bodies, no longer able to stand the strain lust had put on them, slowly sank back to the carpeting in a collapsed heap. Reva's mouth unsutured itself from Len's, and a wonderful lethargy was starting to invade her. She felt an overpowering lassitude the like of which she had never known in any aftermath with her divorced husband. Len's breath was wheezing past her ear and occasionally his cock twitched as it jetted another droplet into her, though by now it was almost a shrunken hose.
Eventually his flaccid organ fell out of her and he rolled off her, panting as he lay beside her. He lay there, too tired to move for the moment. Finally, after a long while, he struggled his way to his feet and began getting dressed. He walked over to where Reva lay, and said, "Next time, when I want something that's good for both of us, I don't want you fighting me. Now that you see how good sex can be, use it to make some sales you might otherwise not be able to make."
He waited until she rose and dressed, and the two silently left the store through the back door. Reva had just enough strength to drive.