Chapter 9
Jonas felt like a man of stone given life. Blood had been pumped into him, a seething liquid that swelled his muscles to bursting iron bulges and raised his penis to a throbbing ball bat of a cock that still grew under the silky soft caresses of Jane's fingers.
This was a woman, by God, these squishy lips and tongue sucking his ear, these tits like footballs, this bushily-haired vulva and steamy vagina. He was married to a three-dimensional magazine cutout who looked like perfection, and that was the trouble, perfection she had. She lacked that female flaw, a fuck-hole, that's what Madge lacked. She had a carbon copy of one, as fake as what transvestites get through plastic surgery.
Despite his professional knowledge of anatomy, Jonas couldn't pinpoint the difference between the two women. It had to be a matter of spirit. Jane enjoyed being sexy, and that had formed her into this voluptuous, loving creature.
He closed his hand on her hairy crotch and squeezed it, while keeping his finger up her vagina. There was a squirty sound and she gave a shudder, sucked hard on his ear, and then grunted softly as she hipped her twat into the pressure of his hand, squirming hard.
She whispered, "I'm getting awfully hot, Jonas."
"And I feel so horny I want to fuck you right here on the couch."
"No, on your wife's bed. I'd feel better about it there."
"Because you hate her."
"More than that."
"What, then?"
She bit his ear lightly. "I won't tell you. We girls have our secrets."
He grinned at her. There was an impishness in her big, cornflower-blue eyes. He withdrew his hand from between her legs and rose, lifting her. When she was standing, she raised her skirt, and forked her fingers on her pussy lips, pressing inward, saying, "Gosh, it's so nice and soft now!"
He slipped an arm about her and steered her toward the bedroom. She was still massaging her crotch. Her hand seemed small compared to the expanse of auburn hair surrounding it, curling about her fingers. His wife had a little blonde tuft cresting her mound and, below, little more than a silky haze on her lips. When they were engaged, the first time he got her panties off, he thought Madge had the most beautiful cunt in the world. But Jane's sprawl of belly fur and her bearded lips betokened her sexuality.
In the bedroom she stood gazing at the twin beds, still holding up her skirt with one hand, stroking her pussy with the other.
He said, "I've never seen a girl do that in front of me."
She was gazing down at her crotch now. "Well, ask me why I'm doing it."
"To keep it warm for me?"
"No, silly. It would stay steamy for hours. Because I want you to know how I am, Jonas. I masturbate a lot, you see."
"A gorgeous chick like you should be too busy with guys to ever have time for that."
"I haven't been fucked in six months. See, a man makes me less than Jane Hearne, R.N., going to be a B.S. I don't like being just a cunt, in such a state that if the right man just touches my arm I practically cum. When I wear my white cap and do my professional things, I feel tall and strong, and I want to be that way."
"Jane, I'll respect you in bed or out of it."
She spread her outer lips now and her pink clit rose into view. She fingered it, bending it about. She said, "I never feel ashamed of masturbating. Is that wrong?"
"Shame is always wrong. But maybe I have something better."
She eyed his prick, standing out of his pants long as hell, so rigid that it curved upward. She grinned. "You'll have to prove it's better."
He stepped behind her and unzipped her dress and peeled it off her. She had a beautiful ass, high, a pair of firm, white globes as big as basketballs, dwarfing the narrow waist above. She was wearing a stretch bra, a single piece of material. He rolled it upward to take it off over her arms and head, had to lift it about her tits. When it was off, he got his first sight of them nude, a pair of footballs in truth, lush melons flowing into huge aureole cones peaked with thick nipples. Still behind her, he reached under her arms and hefted them, a hot, swollen pair, heavy, so large that they seemed to occupy her entire chest, wider than her rib cage.
He hugged her back to him, fondling her tits. She nuzzled his cheek, and down her body he could see her still toying with her clit. He guessed he understood her masturbating in front of him. To retain her pride, she was showing she could make it on her own.
His prick was boring into her ass cleft, throbbing powerfully. He crouched, lowering it between her thighs against her crotch. Jane bowed her legs and squirmed until the shank of his long penis pressed the length of her juicy split. Jane looked over her shoulder down to his hands kneading the wide, out-thrusting swells of her breasts, and, below them, at her fingers squeezing her hairy lips and toying with her clit. His cockhead had poked through and now she finger-nailed the slit of it.
Her plump ass was flattened against his groin. She wriggled voluptuously, rolling her hot buttocks over his flanks. She threw her head back to nuzzle his cheek, her silky hair spilling to his shoulder in a sensual caress.
She whispered, "I'm so turned on that I sort of get a cum from every touch of flesh. But I guess I shouldn't tell you such things. You'll think I'm just an easy fuck."
He grinned. "I'm not sure you are. I haven't even gotten into you yet."
"Silly, your prick is fitted lengthwise into my split. All you'd have to do is pull back and steer it up my hole."
"D'you want me to?"
"The truth is, I'm crazy for it. But I get sidetracked. Each little thing is so exciting. Jonas, did you notice the mirror over that dresser? See us?"
He saw Madge's enormous beveled mirror. It had cost a goddamn fortune, and in it Jane arched out her belly toward the reflection, her head now back on his shoulder, her smoldering gaze fixed on their image, her blooming, big pink-crowned tits cradled in his hands, and she a thumb and index finger tweaking the head of his cock while she rolled the lips of her cunt about his rigid shank and teased her glossy, pink clit. She looked gorgeous, this big-boobed, round-hipped, long-legged woman, and, from the look in her eyes, she knew it. What he could see of himself behind her seemed hairy and clumsy.
He said, "Tell me why you want me to see you masturbate."
"I thought before, maybe to show you I can make it alone. I guess to show you I need the freedom to do, not just be. I demand that right. I'm more than just a fuck-hole."
He chuckled. "I don't entirely understand, but I'll go along because you're a great deal more than that, Jane. Now bend over. I've a horn here that's too excited to wait any longer."
She nodded smiling agreement and bent toward the beds and the mirror, raising on tiptoes and nipping his cockhead back through her oily slit to the diminutive entrance to her vagina. Jonas poked what felt like a monstrous bulb up the firm little keyhole and, surprisingly, it entered, choking her, but, as he wriggled and she backed into him, it suddenly broke through the constricted area and surged up the curve of her oozing sheath. Before he knew it he was buried to the hilt, his loins flattening the wide globes of her ass, her hairy twat lips squashed open.
"Oh, God!" Jane gasped. "Jonas, what a pole! I'm absolutely full of cock!"
She had bent low and in the mirror he saw her breasts hang out, those red-crowned bulbs beginning to ring like bells as she started a humping fuck rhythm of her own, shoving back against him, hip-jerking forward.
He gave it to her good, dug up that convulsing vagina hard, and Jane gasped with surprise. Quickly she recovered and backed, grinding her steamy, open gash on his loins, grunting with unashamed pleasure as her belly went into long, pulling spasms that seemed to want to draw the cum right out of his balls.
Then she went wild.
In the mirror he saw her face turn red. The blush of orgasm spread down her flying breasts. She was squirming and humping at the same time, swinging through a rotary motion that sent her breasts wobbling and lurching about. She had grabbed the bed covers and braced herself to take the long, sliding thrusts he was whacking up her fuck-hole. She had Spread her legs and, in the mirror, he saw his scrotum fly up between her thighs and slap her bushy mound. She saw it, too. She snatched, and held the swollen nuts against her cunt as she began jerking from head to toe, her tits batting about, hips seeming to vibrate.
"Ahh, Jonas, cum. Oh, I'm getting a big fat cum like I'm going to blow your cock right out my hole. Oh no, not that, Ohhh, Jonas, not like that, it's a sucking cum, I'm going to suck your prick right up to my heart, to my mouth...."
He heard a loud, smacking vaginal squish, which ended in an outgoing hiss and belch.
Her legs turned to rubber and she fell forward onto the bed.
Jonas followed her down, not missing a single stroke of his throbbing prick into that deep, steamy hole in Jane's belly.
She was quiet. He pumped slowly, almost lazily.
He asked, "Had enough."
"Enough? I was just waiting for you to turn me over and fuck me right." She giggled.
He laughed with her. She was earthy as hell. Not as funny as Liz, but she had a broad, wry sense of humor.
He drew out and rolled her onto her back, lengthwise on Madge's bed. Her hands came down between her thighs and drew them back, her knees alongside the wide rounds of her breasts. He looked into the magnificent display of her genital area, her white hams and the sprawling hair triangle split wide open between showing as much coral gash as he had ever seen, long from clit down to hole, lips glistening, the thick hair on them sticky with her juices. He was on his knees. He couldn't resist tasting this cunt. He shoved in, sniffing at the sweet and musky odor, then gobbled in a mouthful of vulva, lips and hair and all, and swabbed her split with his tongue.
She arched up, quivering violently.
"Jonas, your tongue! Oh, don't, oh, yes, Ohhh, lick it there, and there, oh, right up me...."
He pressed his lips to her clit and sucked it right in, and Jane shook frenziedly. Looking up her belly, he saw her mounding tits jiggle and pitch and toss beyond the pubic bush that almost filled his vision. Then, the hot, pungent taste of her cunt got to him. He could no longer do this. He had to sink his horny dong into the gaping, pulsating, squishing, drooling vagina in front of him.
He raised up and climbed her body fast, lunged at her and maybe because she was slippery everywhere his prick just slid right into her without being directed, shot up her yawning hole and was sucked home.
Mounted on her, his chest on the cushions of her tits, his loins flattening her mound, he began a slam-bang fucking as wild as he had ever achieved. He would have gone gently considering this was their, first screw but Jane was demanding it, her whole belly sucking in and milking his cock as though she had a couple of fists in there, liquid forms as strong as hands, shapeless, indeed the exact contours of his cock, but in the liquid way of her cavernous vaginal opening quite as strong as his bony shaft.
He drew the head out to stand poised over her hairy lips on each outdrawing, rammed it, socketing himself to the loins and with them squishing into her gaping split on the return. His strokes seemed a yard long, yet as fast as a blink. The sucking of her hole slowed each backward pull, but helped draw him rocketing back into her.
He was panting loudly. He heard his balls sock into her ass cleft, jarring them. His organ had become so mightily swollen that everything seemed on a gargantuan, heroic scale, as though when he shot his load it would be more than cum spewing up her gaping cunt. It would be his balls themselves, squeezing through his cock and bulleting to the depths of her body.
Jane had gotten a flaming cum when he sucked her clit, and another when this long, hard tool thrust in and his loins whacked hers, and another was building with Jonas' approaching explosion. This would be the biggie, the kind on which girls sometimes passed out, and if she were ever going to flip on a cum this was the time.
She armed his shoulders. Her legs were crossed on his back, ankles linked, heels bumping his spine when he jacked up his ass and tensed it to drive his curved pole of a cock up her to the navel. She clung, head raised to look over his shoulder and watch his hard buttocks jerk as he fucked her. The dresser mirror was in profile, and there she could see his cock lift out of the clutch of her hairy twat and hang, dripping her pussy juice, the flared head of it as big as an apple that somehow, miraculously, not only went right into her narrow, narrow vagina but did it without discomfort, sliding in as though it belonged there, had always been inside, and was simply returning home.
Her cunt was making noises, shamelessly piggish, squirty gushes and burbs.
She giggled.
Yes, she laughed, because she was being as coarse as any man and it was good, reassuring her that she was all woman. She could go down on Liz and love it, and fill herself up on cock with more enjoyment than ever in her life. She had made Jonas share the intimacy of her masturbating, and he would share other things until they knew every hair on each other's asses and developed such an ease together that she could open his pants and slip her hand in and grab cock whenever the mood took her, and he the same with her.
"I'm cumming," he gasped.
His prick had turned to stone. Her cheeks flamed, then sweat broke out on her lip. The big cum! she thought, I'm afraid I can't take it when I feel his cum squirt into me. I'll flip. I know I'll flip!
She had dug her heels into his back and was humping upward to meet his strokes, her split squishing loudly on contact. On one slam a testicle seemed to squirm up her hole along with his hard penis. That had to be an illusion. She was going wild, losing track of things, clinging to his back and looking over his shoulder at her linked ankles and between her crossed feet.
Between her feet she saw a face.
Another illusion. A dream, the cameo-beautiful face of Jonas' wife, Madge, surrounded by its shirring of blonde curls. She ignored it. She had no need of annoying visions. Her belly had turned to molten lava swarming in on Jonas' cock and squeezing it each time his scrotum slapped her ass, and suddenly he blew off inside her.
It was a fountain splashing goo as heavy as lead, and as it flew he struck her clit hard and Jane came in a roaring blast over a peak so high that she screamed as though in fear, then sped down the opposite slope, faster than on skis, taking a spurt of cockspew every second.
The violence of the orgasm almost blinded her.
But not quite. She could still see the cameo face and blonde curls in the doorway.
Jonas' wife was standing in the bedroom doorway watching them fuck.