Chapter 13
Al told her he thought their agreement was worth a drink or two to settle the bargain. Kathy couldn't argue. After he paid the tab at the restaurant they went to his apartment downtown.
The minute they walked in the door, Kathy realized that it had to be the place that Cliff Barnett had planted his microphones to get the tapes he gave her. She walked across the room and sat down on the bed and she was sure her suspicions were accurate. The springs squealed as if they were being tortured.
Al licked his lips and smiled at her. "Now," he said, opening a well stocked liquor cabinet, "we can still be friends even if we're going to be ex's, right?"
"I ... I don't see why not," Kathy replied hesitantly, not sure at all.
"We used to have a pretty good thing before we were married. And even after we were hitched. For a while, anyway." Al. handed her a glass that tinkled from the ice cubes that floated on the surface.
Kathy flushed. His eyes were hot and seemed to concentrate on the front of her dress where it billowed out and showed her cleavage. What's wrong with me? she asked herself. We've spent seventeen years going to bed together and I'm getting all excited just because he's sneaking a look at my boobs.
"Well, Al," she said. "A toast. To remaining close fiends."
"You bet, baby. Close friends." Al hoisted his glass and leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It was a hot, sultry kiss that filled her body with passionate stirrings.
"Don't," Kathy said. She tried to push him away, discourage him.
"Why not, baby? It's a truce, isn't it? You're equal with the other chicks."
"It isn't right. Al. We're getting divorced. Don't you understand?"
"Knock it off." Al set his drink down and shoved her back on the bed. He took her drink and put it on the floor. "Now that I'm paying you for it, we can really fuck, baby."
"No, Al. NO" She yelled, but it didn't do any good. Al draped himself over her like a blanket. His hand slithered under her skirt and up her legs. His fingers found her hot slit and Kathy struggled to get free. She didn't want it to happen. She was so tender already. First Barnett was at her. Then David. And now ... now Al.
"No, don't Al. NooooOOO." She writhed her hips, but she couldn't stop her body from responding. His fingers were on the moist crotch of her black, lacy panties and he knew. He knew. She was excited and waiting for him and there was nothing to hold him back. Kathy wanted to stop him, but she couldn't. There just wasn't any way.
His hand slipped up her thighs, bunching her skirt around her waist and exposing her crotch and hips to his lustful gaze.
Kathy looked down and couldn't repress a slight moan. Her sex mound stuck up so prominently that it looked obscene even to her. Her cunt was completely enclosed in the black lace panties and no one, not even Al, could see through them. But her curly pubic hair stuck out from the hem in the leg holes and an occasional piece of fluff stuck right through the panties. And the odor from her crotch was unmistakable. She was begging to. be fucked. Her cunt was pouring out its scented juice and filling the room with the smell. She was filling, she was sure, Al's nostrils with the smell.
Al leaned over her and grinned. "I always thought your pussy was the best part about you," he said. "Now I'm sure." He looked down and his eyes reflected his greed as he started to peel her panties down around her hips.
Kathy arched her back and helped him. She didn't really want to. She wanted to go home. What she was doing was wrong. She knew it and couldn't stop it.
Al peeled her panties down her legs. The cool air of the room struck her moist cunt lips and sent a shiver coursing through her body. The excitement was building in her body and there was nothing Kathy could do to control it. She was lost to the excited throbbing of her organs in a way that she could never be lost to her thought process. It was all automatic reactions.
When his fingers slid between her naked thighs and began to play with her can't, Kathy moaned and shoved back, willing his fingers to slide into her slot. She wanted to be finger fucked. Anything. Just so he didn't tease her any more.
Al hovered over her. He'd ripped his pants and shirt off. Roughly he spread her legs and getting between her knees aimed his bone hard prick at her hole.
Kathy felt him lining it up. She'd had it in her box thousands of times, yet this time it was like a stranger's prick.
He lunged. Hard. And Kathy shuddered through her whole body.
"Fuck back, baby," he groaned. He twisted his prick in her love hole.
Kathy had to shove back, had to feel his cock pounding the end of her tunnel. She moaned as it slid greasily in and out of her throbbing hole and scraped against her can't lips. She wanted it and there was no denying that. She shoved back.
Then Al was plunging in and out of her cunt like a savage animal. His cock tore at her, stretching her cunt mouth with insatiable fury. She was being stretched and pulled and filled and emptied in what seemed to be a non stop continuous cycle.
"Fuck me, you bitch," Al snarled. He lanced his cock into her.
She started out sore. But as he pounded his cock into her it felt better and better until it was wonderful. She howled and fucked her can't up against him, feeling his rod plow full into her. His balls slapped solidly between her thighs and they settled into a rhythmic pattern.
Al grunted as he heaved his body down on her, trying to hammer her into place with his penis. He slammed his body down like he was driving nails.
Kathy twisted and turned under him. She loved it. She loved it.
"Pour it to me, you fucker," she howled. "Cram your cock up my cunt and I'll fuck it off for you. Faster, darling. FASTER."
Al responded with energy. He could feel her vagina walls grasping at his slithery prick. He flailed his hips up and down faster and harder.
With the hard penis ramming into her, Kathy got so excited she could barely control herself. Her hips kept bucking his cock out of her hole and then positioning desperately to get it back in without losing a beat.
His fingers fumbled with her breasts. Kathy had a bra on, but it didn't interfere with Al. His fingers pinched her nipples and squeezed the full, lushness of her tits.
Responding to his fingers on her breasts; Kathy lunged her cunt up hard against her husband's cock. She forced it to fill her. She was boiling inside. She was steaming and his plunging, pistoning rod was all that could put the flames out.
She soared and plunged. So sex battered that she didn't know up from down, Kathy rose to instant crests and plunged into instant troughs. One minute she was sore and the next minute she was soaring. Her sex juice poured from her cunt in a non stop flood and her pussy lips clung tightly to Al's invading cock.
When she felt his pecker enlarging, swelling inside her hot box, Kathy was by turns happy and depressed. He was going to come. He was going to erupt inside of her and fill her tubes with his hot sperm.
Her fingers raked his back, forcing him to drive his cock full into her battered pussy. His pubic hair mingled with her cunt hair and even scraped gently at her skin.
Kathy groaned under her breath. Each stroke of his cock tore at her, disrupted the smooth flow of her feeling. It was like being on an ocean, flowing along on surging waves of feeling that dominated her body. Only when Al flung himself against her and pounded against her pouting pussy lips the waves were gigantic. She thought she was going to capsize.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried, tears streaming from her eyes.
Al's fingers played with her breasts, twisting them until she was crying for him to stop and not to stop. Her nipples were hard and projected against the insides of her bra cups. They gritted on the material, hardening them even more.
The harsher Al treated them, the greater the feeling that flowed out of her body to her cunt. And there his pecker was slapping in and out of her non stop.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Kathy was getting his rod slammed into her deeper than she ever had before. As it thrust into her, her vagina muscles tightened instinctively and the pleasure she was obtaining was surpassing anything that had ever, happened.
Part of the reason was that she'd been fucked so much already that day. Each stroke of his cock into her cunt was a reminder of another cock that had entered her. She was twisting reality with her memories and, unable to tell one from the other, soared on her sexual adventure.
"AaaaAHHHHHaaaaa," she screamed as she finally climaxed.