Chapter 6
Mike Refizzo had left Ann no choice. It was either fuck in the literal sense, or be fucked in the figurative one. David was a jealous man He had been faithful to her all these years in spite of her not being able to satisfy him, and she knew if he ever found out what she had done with the boy scout, he would divorce her and never forgive her. There would be no alimony, though there would be child-support, but it still wouldn't keep her from starving. She would have to go through with it. But first, she owed something to her husband.
That night, Saturday night. David took her to a movie, always holding her hand, always making her feel comfortable with the way he ran his thumb over the back of her hand. Ann always felt good being with him.
David wasn't what might be termed a handsome man. He had a pleasant face, balding a little, a slightly pale complexion, but that was from working indoors all the time. The man was a commercial artist. There weren't too many of those in Maine, so the ones that were there, made nice money. He was slender, though he did have the littlest bit of a pot belly. He wore glasses when working, but he didn't need them when driving or watching the movie.
They had a snack at a coffee shop, afterward, and then went home. Usually, this was the most frustrating time of all for the man. This was when he wanted to fuck his wife. This was when she always demurred. It had come to the point where in the past couple of years, he had all but stopped trying.
When he emerged from the bathroom, Ann was already in bed, but this time things seemed different. This time she was wearing fresh lipstick, but that was all she was wearing. She was totally naked, and the covers were pulled back. Just looking at her, he felt his penis begin to fill with blood. It was a large one, larger than the average, and certainly thicker. But Ann was determined the time had come for her to stop being afraid. For the past week she had been practicing with a new diaphragm a doctor had fitted inside her. She was able to slip it in adeptly, and just as easily slip it out when the time came. No fumbling, and she was positive it was in place, covering her cervical opening. The knowledge that pregnancy was all but impossible definitely eased the tension in her and gave her the strength to be the aggressor, which took her husband totally by surprise.
He was standing on his side of their wide bed, but before he was able to say anything, Ann had reached up and yanked him down beside her. Her supple body curled intimately against his, the full ripeness of her ruby lips suddenly grazing his stubbly chin. Not expecting any action from his wife, David hadn't bothered shaving. Then her hand was wandering across his chest inside the fold of his robe, touching his skin, making him gasp.
"Ann...." he said in total surpsise, feeling almost awkward as his voice cracked with a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and wild excitement. The shame he was feeling was that he had somehow or other not been able to anticipate her. The embarrassment was in that he had not responded rapidly to her, and as far as the excitement went, well, there was no one in the entire world more exciting than his wife. The main reason why he hadn't even considered a divorce was, he would rather be frustrated by the most exciting woman in the world, than satisfied by anything, or anyone, less. Even her hand-jobs were more satisfying than the idea of shoving his dipstick into some other crankcase. She was still the single most exciting female he had ever known, and that first year they had spent together had been the wildest most wonderful time of their lives.
Any further words caught in his throat as Ann's hand aggressively groped downward, feeling the twitching flesh of his almost hairless thighs. She deftly yanked on the sash to his dressing gown, tugging it open, exposing the growing erection of a penis already becoming more alert with every passing moment.
She dropped lithely to her knees, and beneath lids she had colored with sensuous purple eye shadow, her lovely dark eyes were alive with anxious arousal, eager and intent to wipe away the horrid memories of a dozen years. She stared hungrily at the palpitating length of the penis, aroused, knowing it was enlarging because of her.
As she sat there on the bed before the man who was her husband, her moist, carmine lips poised mere inches from the glistening rod of continually swelling and hardening male flesh, David suddenly felt as if the entire sky had opened up for him and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was singing Handel's Hallelujah. This was all happening so quickly, he had no time to think, to adjust, to realize that it was possible the old Ann had returned. Was it really possible that after all this time his wife had snapped out of her fear, and she was once again that wonderful animal who would be content with nothing less than cramming his cock into her cunt?
Ann's slender hand reached forward and began to rhythmically squeeze around the throbbing base of the swollen, blood-filled penis, grasping its hard firmness, tugging lasciviously at the blue-veined shaft, sending flames of raw pleasure rippling through his loins. The interior of his cock felt scorched beyond belief.
Lying on the bed, sprawled against the three pillows he usually used to support his head, David watched this alluring woman who was his wife sparkle with the vivacity he remembered she used to have. His eyes were glazed with passion. Her hair had fallen out of its upsweep and now floated lightly around her cheeks in an almost shadowy cascade that made her white flesh and ruby lips stand out. Those rich, red lips floated over the head of his cock like a puff of red milkweed.
This was more than he had ever expected. His wife had never, even when at her most passionate, considered going down on him. If he didn't know better, he might think this woman was her twin, except that Ann didn't have a twin. His brain was unable to accept the intoxicating message his burning flesh was trying to communicate to him. This stunning woman, this woman who, for a dozen years had been terrified of sex and the pain that might follow because of what she had endure while giving birth, had suddenly done a complete about-face. Her long white fingers were tightly wrapped around his phallic prod, clinging to the penis as if out of desperation.
"Now," she whispered to him, "let me make up for all those terrible years, darling," she crooned, her face flushed with lust, her eyes widening in greedy anticipation as she eyed the head of his cock as a snake might eye a bird.
Even Ann didn't know what had taken possession of her. What she had done with Robert had awakened all the old signals in her body, and having sampled some of what orgasm was about, her body craved more, much more. Her mind knew she would not become pregnant again, barring something totally unforeseen, and this, coupled with the knowledge of what it was like to suck a cock, to enjoy and savor the penis, to drink the white fluid emitted from it, made her salivate and burn with desire for more. Once again she was becoming attuned to her husband's cock, and the fear that she might lose it after becoming involved with Mike Refizzo made her lust after it that much more.
David stared at his wife as maddening bolts of fiercely untamed excitement continued coursing through his body wildly traveling madly up and down his spine. His tormented penis began leaping and throbbing in the warm embrace of his wife's hand, his brajn trying to sort out what might have wrought this change in her.
He was smart enough to know Ann wasn't the kind of woman to simply change for no reason whatsoever. Something had happened. Yet David was also smart enough not to question his good luck. He loved his wife even more dearly than Ann imagined. Had she known how strong his love for her was, she would have told Refizzo to drop dead, because under no circumstance would he divorce her. He had fallen in love with her the first time he had seen her, and though he loved the fact that she had remained faithful to him, at least so he believed, he would not have been able to make himself love her any the less for being unfaithful.
He was excited beyond belief, and the very intensity of his excitement frightened him and made the gravity of what was about to take place that much more strong in his mind. He looked closely at his wife's face and noticed the dark rings under her eyes had lightened somewhat. At first he had thought she had put on make-up to hide the circles, but now he realized that aside from the lipstick and eyeshadow, she wore no make-up, no pancake. His Ann, his darling, his wonderful wife had somehow lost her fear of him. She wanted him again.
As a result, even if he did have some questions, he forgot them. He was too anxious to enjoy her.
In one split second she seemed to have cast aside the inhibitions of a dozen years. She was a beautiful woman who was all but kneeling before him and begging him to make love to her. Even if he hadn't been her husband he would have been powerless to refuse her. David Corso was totally trapped by the lust that was rising inside him.
Ann realized he was responding to her desires. He was responding even better than she had hoped. Though she had known, deep-down, that he still loved her, she had not imagined his love was this strong.
Turning, she lay on her back on the huge bed, holding her arms out to him. Her fingers beckoned.
"God! You're beautiful!" David gasped, staring down at her.
He leaned over her and pressed his lips firmly against hers, kissing her as he used to, feeling her respond as he had hoped she would. Ann curled into her husband's arms, feeling one of his legs fall between her spread-apart thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft, even more than David had remembered. Her body had glued itself to his as if it belonged there, the way she always used to do. As he burned his lips against hers, she moved her soft thighs against his hard loins, and his cock throbbed out its message of desire to her.
Ann felt the seminal oil seeping stickily from the tiny slit in the hardening tip as it smeared itself against the inside of her thigh. She ran her hands over his body the way she used to, all the tricks coming back to her, all the old wonderful feeling inundating her and making her feel alive again. She massaged him with a practiced thoroughness she hadn't realized she still possessed, until David thought the head would blow right off the top of his cock.
The penis was jerking now, and David was afraid he might prematurely ejaculate he was so aroused. Sensation seemed to reach down into his testicles and make them leap in their container.
He thrust his tongue deep into his wife's mouth as she sucked gently on it, nibbling with the edges of her teeth, causing chills to run the length of his spine as they had done so many years before. Pulling his head away to escape the teasing sensation, he placed his cheek against hers, his nostrils in her hair, wondering for the moment just what had caused this about-face in his wife. Had he known, he would have advocated she do it twelve years earlier, if only to have kept their love-life up to the par they had enjoyed so long ago-a par toward which it seemed to be rising again.
He rolled on top of her, stretching himself over her, and she felt his throbbing penis beat against her belly.
"I want it!" she told him. "This time I know, big and thick as it is, it's going to feel good inside me, twisting around deep in my vagina. I want you to fuck me, darling. It's been so long since I've been able to feel such desire. Fulfill it!"
Inflamed all the more by the fact that his wife was using lewd language, David reached between them, caressing her flat belly for a moment, and then rolled off her so he was able to insinuate his hand between her thighs. He was almost astonished at the fact that his wife's thighs seemingly fell apart of their own free will instead of scrunching together as they had done for so long. His fingers wound themselves in the satin-softness of her tantalizing pubic curls. It was when he tried pressing his middle finger into her hot cunt that her body reacted, suddenly jerking away. But this time it was a spasmodic jerk, not a protesting twitch, only because the contact of his probing finger had not quite been expected. Shivers of warm, rippling sensation charged through the nerve-endings of her naked flesh.
He ran his hands reverentially over the high-domed mounds of her swollen breasts, two white mountains with pinkish-tan caps, and then his hand ran down across the flat of her belly, finally moving once again to the firmness of her pillarly thighs. His fingers, like spider's legs, began wandering up and down the length of her quivering body, but his hands shook with so much desire, his fingertips touched her only intermittently, and as a result, made her tingle that much more. His own passion was intensified as he watched the response his hands evoked from the magnificent brunette's quaking body. She looked more beautiful than ever, lying there naked-so totally exposed and wantonly delightful-so fabulous. She opened her eyes and looked up at him for a moment, their dark-brown color made to look even smokier because of the veil of mounting passion continually coursing through her shuddering torso.
Ann found herself drifting into a world of deep, soft pleasure, a world she had known a long time ago-a world she had foolishly allowed to get away from her. There was no lover in the world as good as her husband-though to date the only other penis she had known was that of Robert Lander, and even there, she had done all the work, oral work at that. For the moment there was no conscious thought filling her mind. All that really mattered was the series of tiny flames that licked through her quivering body. Magnificent sensation flicked between her outer labia, making the pouting lips puff out even more. Sizzling fire seemed to blast from the tips of her nipples, nipples that were hard pebbles. Then the feeling seemed to shoot back down to her vagina where it roared around inside her like molten metal in a blast furnace.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "I've been waiting for these feelings for so long, now, so long. Make me feel good all over, David."
The hungering man pressed his lips firmly to those of his wife, and he instantly felt the hot, wet pressure of her tongue spearing into the warm oven of his mouth in her automatic quest for even hotter, wetter, stronger contact with this man who was so deliciously torturing her questing body.
All the while, David's hands continued wandering over her supple flesh, flesh that yielded willingly to him, then ran his fingers back to her spread-apart and willing thighs. This time there was no jerking back, no retreat, but rather they opened voluntarily to admit her husband's probing digits to the very core of her being. He instantly felt the warm center of her inner loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.
"Ohhhh ... yesss...." she sighed out loud, mewling continuously into his kissing mouth as her tongue pushed between the barriers of his teeth, moving into his own mouth, seeking his own tongue as it circled against his gums, almost as if trying to find some other entrance into his mouth.
Her continuing passion spurred David's to greater heights. He still found it hard to believe that his wife, who had been so frigid all this time, had suddenly done a complete turn-around. Even her frigidity had taken years to attain, a little at a time starting from right after their son's birth. But this reversal had occurred in what seemed an instant. She was writhing beneath him, his slave.
He was unable to stand this another moment. He had to do something other than merely toy with her. He slithered on top of her again, feeling the soft warmth of his wife's tantalizing body as he covered her like a protective blanket. He was aware of her quivering out of control beneath him, but the quivering was due to desire, not fear. Reaching down with both hands, he drew her unresisting thighs up along the sides of his hips until the entire wetly throbbing orifice that was her sodden vaginal slash was presented to his hovering body in wlecome sacrifice. For a long, tortured moment he held her legs in place, then reached down and placed the head of his waiting penile probe against the tiny orifice. Taking a deep breath, he was about to plunge into her, seeing the excited avariciousness in her eyes, but at the last second held back. He remembered how beautiful her lips had looked floating above the head of his'pulsing cock, almost ready to start sucking, and he wondered if it was possible that she might do just that. Much as he wanted to plow the fertile ground that was her cunt, he ached to find out just how far he was able to go with Ann now that she had suddenly come around to his way of thinking again. Should he? Did he dare? No, not yet. Right now, settle for the cunt.
Staring at her with love in his eyes, he said to her, "You put it in, Ann. I've been waiting for this for a long time, now."
His breath came rushing out of him, washing all over her as he felt her delicate hand burrowing between their bodies without the least little bit of hesitation. Her long, slender fingers warmly wound themselves around the thick pylon of flesh. She remained perfectly still for a long moment, but in that moment he felt her thumb press against the underside of his glans, massaging the little webbed area where the helmet joined the barrel of the penis. Her forefinger was a ring around his corona, twisting and turning, massaging and tantalizing. He gasped, his lips peeled back over his teeth as she pushed the weighty penis slowly between the sucking lips of her vulva. He was fully aware of the soft, curly pubic hair gently tuckling the heated length as it hung poised for entry, ready to once again drive into the tempting concavity where it belonged. The hot, smoothness of her vulva was excruciating, and it was all he was able to do to hold himself back from lunging forward and sinking the entire length of his heavily throbbing organ into her with a flesh-splitting drive. Remembering how much agony she had undergone all these years, he knew that simply powering himself into her might het her to tighten up all over again. So he waited!
He waited because he instinceively sensed that if he waited long enough, her need for his cock would become so great, she would be internally soaked and wetted down. Even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination, he continued to wait a little longer. Once again her soul had come into his possession, and he didn't want to lose it by abusing her body. She was totally at the mercy of his desire for the moment. So he waited, holding back the fateful plunge that would once again fuse the two of them together in a mighty, pulsating mass of human flesh. He was making her realize how totally she needed him; as much as he needed her. Then and only them would they once again be bound together as a man and wife ought to be.
Ann lay groaning, making tiny unintelligible little gasps, letting the sounds seep from between her passion-clenched teeth like quick puffs of steam coming from a laboring locomotive. Ann's body ached with desire and she was aware of her husband hovering over her. Her loins were widely spread, wet, waiting, aching for him to pierce her with his flesh-spear. Hadn't she, herself, positioned the head of that spear against her vagina an eon ago? She was a changed person and she needed his cock. How she wished he would hurry. She hungered, and she continued hungering.
The hunger was in the deepest part of her quivering self, in the womb that was tightly contracting. Her belly had become a ravenous animal demanding to be fed. God! God! God! She needed to be filled with cock, to be bloated with his semen.
Almost too late the man pushed himself into what was a push-up position over his beautiful wife as her body continued to slowly undulate and lure him onward. He looked down at her stunning face, her lipstick smeared with his kisses, her face contorted with an indescribably rapture, her lips pursed into a wet oval with tiny groans of pleasure escaping from around the pinkness of her tongue as it moistly circled the outside of her mouth. He stared down between their bodies for a moment, seeing his giant throbbing hardness pressed into the wet, silken pink folds of her wide-open and waiting cunt. Damn it all to hell! What was the matter with him? This was what he had been waiting for. Why didn't he just go ahead and sink himself right into her? The soft silkiness of her pubic hair surrounded the throbbing head of his penile stump, creating a lust-inciting picture, and his cock throbbed that much harder against her velvety lips.
"Oooohhh ooohhh ... yesssss ... nowww...." she said, feeling the salacious contact that much more strongly.
He wanted to fuck her, and she wanted him to fuck her, but still something inside him refused to allow him to simply plunge into her this way. She had made him wait such a long time, he had to find a way of prolonging all this; of making it last longer and feel better. He strained with all the strength in him against the all-consuming power to simply ram forward at that very moment and simply impale her, like a vampire on a stake. But he wanted to make sure, and more, he wanted her so fired up, that when the time came, he would know beyond any shadow of a doubt that all she would get from this was pure, unadulterated pleasure. At the same time he wanted to make up for all those lost years-years that were irretrievable. He wanted her, but he wanted Ann in every sense of the word, with nothing held back. Tomorrow she might revert to her former self again, so tonight, while she was willing, he wanted as much from her as he was capable of getting.
Staring down at the firmness of her full, upstanding breasts, noting the way the nipples pointed upward rather than loll to either side, he was aware of the way they shuddered with each breath she took, with each soulful gasp that came from the depths of her throat. Her tannish-pink nipples excited and aroused him, distracting him too, and he felt that though he had fondled them from time to time, and he had sucked them, he had never given them the full attention they desreved. After all, it was her breasts that had created the desire in him to want to fuck her-after seeing her beautiful face, naturally. If her cunt received the attention of his cock, why shouldn't her breasts? Why shouldn't her face? Yes, yes, first the breasts, then the face. He would fuck every sexually alluring part of her tonight.
Slithering across her body, moving higher, keeping his weight on his knees, the depravity-minded husband straddled her upper torso, one leg on either side of her ribs, and he gently pushed his swollen cock in the narrow cleft between her breasts, feeling the warmth of her mammarial flesh as they enclosed the organ.
David's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the resilient softness between his strong fingers, making tiny ridges of white that protruded between his fingers. With overpowering lust and wanton desire he continued kneading her flesh, pulling her breasts, stretching the flesh, watching the softness ooze through his fingers like foam-rubber, soft, yet springing back, returning to their voluptuous shape the moment the pressure was taken off them.
He pressed them firmly together until they met across her body, forming a soft, silken tunnel of flesh in which his penis was now sensuously trapped. He pressed them firmly so that her nipples seemingly rolled together, meeting and rubbing like match heads, creating sensation for her as he began a gentle, rocking motion, thrusting the whole of his rigid phallus through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white mounds. As he pushed, the huge, bulbous head of his pulsating penis appeared at the far end of the warm, soft, loving tunnel, touching the underside of her chin, leaving a tiny dot of moisture each time it pressed there until the entire area looked shiny, almost lit up.
David maintained the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for some time, feeling his penis continuing to swell, growing, expanding until he was afraid it would erupt in a great gushing fountain of sperm long before he was ready. He stopped, forcing himself and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing breasts so warmly surrounding his long, hot, thick, aching probe of fleshy cock. He tweaked the nipples between his fingers, rubbing them one against the other, then massaging them against the top of his cock, one against the other, watching with a lascivious grin as they jerked and twitched into even harder stiffness than he had ever seen them before. At the same time he studied her face to see his wife's reaction.
David was astounded, for his wife looked more wanton now than she had ever looked prior to the birth of their son. She looked like a woman in need of a fix, and the only needle capable of delivering that fix was his cock.
Her eyes were half-open, gazing inseeing for the moment at the ceiling, a thin, smoky veil of delight causing her pupils to dilate until they all but obscured the brown irises. Her hips and buttocks were out of control, thrashing insanely on the bed behind him, her limber, white legs kicking out and drawing up again to kick once more at some invisible force, spreading in order to wait for her cunt to be filled. She was out of control, insane with lust, the pent-up need of a dozen years taking possession of her, and David knew now that she would do anything, anything at all, and his eyes glittered. She would accept whatever he wanted to do to her, a prisoner of her body's needs, for she had once known what it was like to be fucked-and to enjoy that fuck-and for too long she had abstained. Her body was now clamoring to be satisfied. The fire raging in her vagina had to be brought under control.
But first, her mouth. He had given her breasts the attention of his cock, and now he had to give it to her mouth.
His eyes locked themselves on the fullness of her sensuous lips, moving with desire, saying nothing, yet begging for something. They were wet and gleaming, the lipstick already smeared as she lay beneath him, suffering with unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his lust-stiffened cock between those wonderful lips-to feel what it was like to have her suck on it. She had never done it before. Perhaps now! He shuddered as the mere thought of that wonderful, wet cavern closing around his penis caused it to jerk and almost spurt out the fluid filling his prostate, thereby prematurely ending all this.
The man moved higher, his knees now resting on either side of her neck, his long penis throbbing and jerking directly over his wife's face, presenting her blazed eyes with a view of the pulsating ridge on the underside of his throbbing organ. His sperm-bloated balls lay gently against her lubricant-moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the full, rounded mounds of her breasts yield to the weight of his flat buttocks. He simply sat there unmoving, keeping his weight more on his knees than on her breasts, giving the lovely dark-haired woman time to adjust to his position. He wanted her to take it all in, to understand what he wanted; needed; not knowing whether or not she was really so aflame she would acquiesce to this desire of his. So far she seemed mad with desire, and it seemed as if he would be able to debase her, though debasement wasn't really what he had in mind. He didn't consider it debasing for her to suck his cock. She wasn't showing off her inferiority to him by doing it. Rather she was merely proving how much more she loved him, for a woman had to love a man to do something like that, unless she was a prostitute, and then she was being paid to do it.
Reaching down, he placed both hands behind his wife's head and lifted it, bending her neck toward him so her mouth was poised directly in front of the throbbing head of his penile plunger. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks sliding across her upstanding nipples until the tip of his anxious purple-topped phallus was pushing between Ann's slightly parted lips. Would she do it?
Yes! Yes, yes, she was doing it! He groaned as he felt the soft, lipsticked surfaces brush ever so tenderly across the sensitive skin of his swollen cock-head. He had no idea just why he had to see his wife suck his cock. After a dozen years of near-abstinence, he ought to have been overjoyed to simply fuck her and have her welcome his cock into her cunt. But that wasn't good enough. Was it the fact that she had put on that thick red lipstick, and his kissing had smeared it over her mouth, making her look like a slut? Did this create an air of debauchery in her that he had never previously seen? David didn't know for sure. All he did know was, he wanted her to suck his cock, and she was doing it.
Her total acceptance of whatever he wanted made his heart leap with a gladness he had never known before. He stared, watching with unbelieving delight as the tight, rounded oval that was her lips closed so firmly around the thickness of his cock, the pressure was almost painful. As he pushed his penis deeper, her compressing lips made him feel as if the skin sheathing his cock was being stretched. All this seemed beyond his wildest dreams.
She started using her tongue, moving slowly at first, and he felt it licking around and around the thick head, and this caused the weighty cock to jerk in her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly around his organ in an elastic ring, driving him wilder and wilder with the insistent pressure he was feeling.
With pained intensity he felt the ring of her lips slowly moving down the length of his shuddering penis as she took as much of his thickness into her mouth as she was able, her cheeks stretched to their limit along with her lips. Her oral cave surrounded his corona and three-quarters of the length of his cock with a pool of wet, warm saliva as the tender flesh of her tongue played on the underside. It was obvious from the inexperienced way she did all this how new she was to this, and David was positive this was her first attempt at it, never aware of what had taken place between Robert Lander and his wife. He pressed his hands on either side of her bloated cheeks, forcing them to hollow, pushing them more and more inward and making the inner flesh caress his penile pole until all he felt was excruciating pleasure.
His beautiful black-haired wife proceeded to suck strongly on his throbbing cock, using the same moist nibbling pressure she had applied to Robert Lander's cock, earlier. It was more difficult with her husband because of his fantastic thickness, but she managed, making her tongue lick and curl around the throbbing pole again and again as her lips slid back and forth. With each forward movement she tried taking the thick penile head into her gullet. It was much broader than that of the boy scout, and she had difficulty. She sucked as if she had done this a million times before now, gaining more and more experience with every bob of her head, and her lips crushed all the more firmly around the pulsating phallus. The idea of coming in her mouth tickled his fancy, but if he did, he knew he would never have enough strength left over to get it up for her cunt, and he wanted to fuck her so she would also receive pleasure. David was considerate of her in that respect. His wife had to achieve satisfaction whenever possible. So he reluctantly withdrew the cock from between her lips.