Chapter 6

Lars disgustedly switched off the TV and walked through the house to the master bedroom. As he entered, Mae was just settling into bed with a copy of the latest Seductive Confessions. Lars started to undress. "They lost. Stupid coach tried a field goal from forty-five yards on fourth down and half a yard to go!"

Mae made a sympathetic noise. She put aside her magazine.

Lars shucked off his pants. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Get that green thing you're wearing off and get ready for me. I feel like fucking the shit out of you tonight."

He dropped his briefs and displayed a half-hard cock. He smiled lewdly and peeled off his undershirt. He walked into the bathroom and didn't bother to close the door. In the bathroom he turned on the shower and for a moment admired his thick, heavily muscled chest, shoulders and arms in the mirror. He winked at his reflection, turned and stepped into the stall. Four minutes later Lars emerged from the bathroom, rubbing a big purple towel between his thick thighs.

Mae had taken off her pale green sleeping gown and her sleeping bra. She lay passively between the green-and-white checkered sheets. Her breasts were covered. Her arms lay on the fuzzy red blanket. She watched Lars approach the bed. Her fingers plucked nervously at the blanket nap.

He stood with his knees pressed against her side of the mattress. His thick, bludgeon-like cock hung down from its wiry blond nest. He waited. "Come on, you know what I want!"

Mae frowned and shifted sideways toward him. She reached up gingerly with her left hand and took hold of his cock. Mae averted her eyes and played finger-hand games with the hardening, lengthening organ.

Lars narrowed his blue eyes. He stood with his hands on hips. "Now suck it!"

She made a complaining sound, but obediently shifted to one elbow on her side and brought her mouth close to the small heart-shaped, purplish glans. Mae licked it.

"Suck!"

"I told Penny doing this wasn't right. Just tonight I told her not ever to do it." Mae dropped her hand from his cock.

"What a bunch of bullshit you hand out. Sucking a man is part of what a woman is good for.

She ought to be good at it if she wants to hold a man. Nowdays every guy in the world expects it."

"It's disgusting."

"That's why you love to be made to do it, huh?" Lars chuckled and seized her short, straight brown hair. He pulled her face up against his cock. His shaft pressed against her cheek, his scrotum dangled against her chin. Her nose was pressed into his damp pubic hair. Lars rubbed her face against his hard cock. He pushed her head back a few inches and let the glans wobble before her mouth.

Tears were gathering in the corners of Mae's eyes. She had a helpless, abject look. She opened her mouth slightly. Her lips quivered. Lars pressed the glans into her mouth. He still had his fingers clenched in her hair. He grated, "Use your tongue! God dammit, why do I have to tell you what to do each time?"

He vindictively pulled her head toward his loins and drove his cock deep into her mouth, to the back of her throat. Mae gagged. Her palate convulsed. She tried to pull back. Lars let go.

Mae buried her face in her pillow. She sobbed quietly. "I hate it."

"Bullshit. Don't try to con me. Lie to yourself and the twins if you want, but not me. I know you too good."

Lars then demanded: "How come you and Penny were talking about sucking?"

"She-she asked about s-sex. She wanted to know how to act with boys."

"I can imagine what you told her. She's one hell of a built girl." Lars' eyes softened with thought. "Got your tits already."

"She's too well developed."

"Huh." Lars pushed his left hand under Mae's large, yielding left breast. He cupped its size and weight with spread fingers. "It's these things that grabbed my eyes when I met you. Penny carries hers like she's glad she's got 'em." He squeezed Mae's breast but was looking at the wall ... seeing Penny in his mind.

"I don't want you looking at her."

"You don't tell me what to look at!" Lars dragged the covers away from Mae's naked body. He climbed onto the bed and hauled her onto her back and forced her legs apart. He knelt between and reached out to maul her large, heaving breasts. He pinched her big, stimulated nipples. "You love this kind of treatment. I love giving it to you. That's why we're happy. That's why you 'let' me move in last year."

"No-"

"If I turned softie you'd order me out. You'd hate me for not being tough and dominating." He sank strong fingers deep into her soft breasts. He twisted cruelly and brought a twist of pain to her slack, open-mouthed face. Lars took his left hand from her right breast and pressed it between her thighs to her crotch. He eased his middle finger between her pussy lips. He smiled. "You can't lie to your body, and your cunt doesn't lie. You're wet as a sponge."

He delved his finger up and down in her juicy slit. He poked it deep into her vagina. His fingertip reached the mouth of her cervix. He tickled it. Mae inhaled sharply. She squirmed. Lars took his finger out of her. He came down on her. He pulled her knees up. His cock probed blindly for entrance. She suffered his weight gladly. She strainod for breath. She waited, secretly impatient, for him to get inside.

Lars found her wet slit and within it her vaginal mouth. His cock stretched her opening as it shouldered into her cunt. He grunted with satisfaction as he forced a shaky moan from her by his massive invading thrust. He said, "Lots of hard meat down there, uh?"

"Yes...."

Lars wrestled her legs up onto his broad shoulders. He doubled her up. His thick cock sank farther into her belly. He felt the spasming cervix against his glans, and he drove it up and back.

Mae moaned and clutched his tensed white buttocks with reaching, clawing hands. "What do you want?"

She pressed her face against his neck. His slightly stubbly beard abrazed her cheek. She whispered, shaking, "Fuck me."

"What?"

"Fuck me, darling." She mouthed the words fiercely next to his ear. "Fuck the shit out of me!" Her eyes were shut tight. The light in the room was still on.

Lars chuckled with satisfaction. He reared back and thrust his thick, long cock down into her gaping, bright-pink vulva. He was able to bury his cock all the way. She was tight and hot and juicy, and she spasmed inside when he reached the six-and-a-half-inch depth. That wonderful little spasm made fucking Mae a pure delight. He hadn't found anything just like it in any other woman. Lars pounded down into her. He braced himself on his hands and used his powerful athlete's back and buttock muscles to lever his thrusts from his toes.

Mae made whispery amazed-delighted "Ooo" sounds in his ear. Lars began to puff. He had that tingling glow in his cock that meant a terrific release was building up, but his back was aching. He resented having to do all the work, while Mae lay on her back and enjoyed it all. Lars stopped. He let her legs drop off his shoulders. He pulled out.

Mae opened her eyes, frowning. "Did you finish so soon? I didn't feel-"

"No, I didn't finish. Saving that for your mouth." He watched the flicker of excited disgust and repressed resistance in her eyes. He straddled her chest and leaned over her, until his stiff cock hung down and jostled against her left cheek. Lars bunched the pillow under her head until her head was raised to the proper position. His cock wobbled against her jaw. He grasped the top of the headboard. He looked down. "Now, bitch, open those sweet lips and start sucking!"

"Do you have to use me this way?"

"Yes. I like it." He waited, his hard eyes making her look away. Mae gently took his cock and guided it into her soft, warm mouth. Her tongue slowly slithered along the underside of his glans. Lars smiled faintly and watched. His hips began a gradual, gentle thrusting of his cock deeper into her mouth. Only his hips moved, pivoting on his lower spine and hip-thigh joints.

Mae's eyes softened and fluttered closed. She sucked and let her fingers cup his scrotum. She abandoned herself to the act of pleasing him. Her nostrils flared delicately. Her cheeks and jaws and neck muscles flexed with her sensual activity.

Imperceptibly, Lars's gentle thrusts of cock became more forceful and deeper. Soon he was sliding his smallish glans and three inches of his thick shaft past her straining lips. Mae put her hands around the base of his shaft. As he withdrew those inches, she let her hands draw the skin up toward the glans. As he thrust deep into her mouth, her hands drew the skin back and pressed against his thick blond mat of pubic hair. The shameful, half-frightening hot bulk slid in and out of her mouth, and she both loved and hated it.

Lars took one hand from the headboard and dropped it behind him to her loins. He continued fucking her mouth as he explored her crotch. He found her slit oozing juice. He dug his finger into her vulva and stroked up over her vibrant clitoris. Mae undulated against his hand. She sucked his thrusting cock more ardently. She began a triple speed pumping of his shaft with both hands.

Lars grunted with swiftly mounting pleasure. He plunged his finger into her vagina. Her cunt was slimy hot inside, and seemed to cling as tightly to his finger as her mouth clung to the end of his cock. Mae's head jerked with his panting thrusts and her own fast double-handed stroking of his massively thick cock. Lars' mouth was drawn open in a pleasure grimace. He was grunting with each thrust into her working mouth. He was close to spurting ... closer.

Lust-inspired, he inserted his thumb into her wet, loose vulva, too, and fiendishly grasped her swollen clitoris. Mae jerked and gave a high-pitched moan around the thick, hard length of his cock buried in her mouth. Her eyes widened and her hands tightened on the base of his shaft. She sucked even more fiercely. Lars gasped and tried to thrust even more into her mouth. His glans butted against the back of her throat. The surrounding muscles rippled and clenched softly on the head. The root of her tongue flexed against the underside of the glans.

He ruthlessly pinched her clitoris. Mae stiffened. She sucked a half-strangled chestful of air past his massive cock. Lars was in a limbo of intense, frozen pleasure-a glorious moment of sensation just previous to orgasm. Mae's hands seemed to milk his shaft She permitted his glans to stay far back in her mouth where it continued to trigger gagging throat spasms.

Lars forgot her clitoris. His fingers went lax in her slit. He began a swift, husky panting between clenched teeth. His cock seemed to leap deeper into her mouth and jet semen in a solid stream. She managed to close her throat to the flow. Her tongue whipped madly. Her eyes were clenched tight shut. A deep red congestion of blood flushed her face and neck. Mae endured his spurting until her mouth was overflowing. He had an amazing amount of semen.

She finally pulled her straining mouth from his cock and swallowed desperately. She pressed her face to his left thigh as she kept on pumping his dribbling, slab-like cock. Drops of white stuff dripped down onto her left shoulder and breast. She panted with excitement and to feed her starved lungs.

Lars stopped her hand. He sat back on her belly. He was very heavy on her. Her guts hurt. He sighed with satisfaction. "Very good." He moved off her and lay flat on his back on the bed. "Wipe me."

Mae went into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth. She carefully wiped his softened cock, milked it gently for any remaining semen, wiped again, and went back into the bathroom. There, she wiped her shoulder and breast clean. She rinsed her mouth with a commercial mouthwash. She showered. When she emerged from the bathroom again, Lars was under the covers, asleep.

Mae had not been satisfied. Her clitoris was throbbing itchily. She watched Lars carefully. He was breathing deeply, his left arm cradling his head. The harsh lines in his face were softened and relaxed in sleep. She crept to her dresser and carefully pulled open the lowest drawer. She reached in under some old pajamas and took out a long, square brown cardboard box.

Glancing apprehensively at Lars, she crept back into the bathroom. There, she locked the door and sat on the toilet seat. She opened the box and revealed a long, thick, soft, flesh-colored plastic dildo. It was crudely molded in the shape of a penis. It was nine-and-a-quarter inches long. She had intercepted a sex brochure months before, addressed to her husband, and had been astounded at the devices advertised. After weeks of hesitation she had ordered the dildo. It was called "The Woman Killer."

Mae kept glancing at the bathroom door, to assure herself it was still locked. She listened tensely for sounds in the house. She licked her lips nervously and took the long, heavy implement from its nest of tissue. Mae had used it only three times, each time Lars had not satisfied her. This was the fourth time. She stood, got Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, greased the shaft, and settled down on the toilet seat again. She spread her legs and used one hand to open her pussy lips. Her breath came in deep, excited inhalations.

Mae positioned the egg-sized head of the dildo and twisted and worked it into herself. She began to blink rapidly. She reached up and switched off the bathroom light. In the total darkness, she grasped the last few inches of the dildo with both hands and pulled it deep into her cunt. A low groan escaped her. Her belly quivered. She worked herself lower, till her buttocks were closer to the front edge of the toilet seat. She opened her thighs still further. She pulled the dildo even more deeply. She held it at maximum penetration. Her insides spasmed.

The edge of her gripping right hand was pressing into her gaping vulva. The tensed muscle beside the knuckle of her little finger was touching her exposed, hard clitoris. Mae's throat tightened. She rubbed her clitoris in that way, turning and twisting the dildo, stirring the massive length in her belly, sliding the edge of her hand over the slick sensitivity of her peanut-sized clitoris. Her mouth hung open. She gasped deep and fast. She slowly tensed-her head lowered till her chin was pressed between her full breasts. She hunched forward.

Mae shuddered in the darkness and slowly relaxed. Her breathing quieted. Her hands loosened on the end of the dildo ... then fell away to hang, swaying. The dildo remained buried in her, moving minutely to the continuing minor spasms of her cunt.