Chapter 5
He recognized the sound of his bedroom drapes being pulled open. The harsh sunlight burned into his closed eyes. He refused to open them.
Nick had lain awake half the night thinking about her. Now he rolled away from the light, groaned, and burrowed deep into the covers. No, he told himself. Later. Right now it was back, back into the fog of sweet sleep.
There was a voice. Female. "Up, up, time to get up. It's nearly noon."
He opened one eye. All he could see above the rim of the covers was her face and the flowing mane of golden hair.
She stood on the balcony looking down at the pool. When she turned towards him and started to move, he shut his eyes.
And then the covers slid away from his naked body. Her lips touched his. He felt the tingle of her nipples scrape against his chest. Then the weight of her massive breasts settled down on him, only to be followed by the full length of her body as it smoothly moved atop his.
One of her hands slid between their bodies and traced a warm path across his belly. Then her fingers combed again and again through his heavy mat of pubic hair.
The bitch. She was moving too fast for his foggy mind, but he was determined to show her that she wasn't the only one with control. He willed his body to remain in a relaxed state no matter what she might do to him.
It was very difficult.
Her tongue entered his mouth, hotly searching out his. Her warm hand fondled and cupped his swollen testicles. She grasped his cock and ran a fingernail across the smooth, soft head.
He didn't move.
Her lips worked on his, hotly, while her tongue darted in and out of his mouth. Then he felt the weight of her breasts shifting on his chest as her hand continued to stroke his cock, faster and faster.
He was just on the edge. He knew he couldn't hold out for more than a few seconds with the blood racing to his prick... when she lifted her body from his and released his still-limp cock.
He opened his eyes. She had opened the door and moved back out onto the balcony. He coughed.
Without turning, she said, "You're a hard man to get up in the morning."
"Only when I want to be."
He found a glass of orange juice, and almost gagged at the sight of the eggs. She was obviously no cook. He started to lift the orange juice to his lips. He stopped. He looked.
Her shorts were white. Nick could tell at a glance that the flesh-tight garment was all she had over her ass. There wasn't room between the shorts and the skin for panties. They were so tight it looked like she had grown into them.
Nick had seen shorts before, even skin-tight ones, with nothing but flesh beneath them. But these were different. He could see little tufts of blonde hair curling out. Her fleshy ass-cheeks shimmered and jiggled inside the shorts.
The waistband didn't go straight across her dimpled buttocks like most shorts. It cut down in a vee from the hips, or a few inches below the hips. It was a deep vee that left her rear cleavage wide open to his view. The deep valley between her buttocks was covered by lace that saved the shorts from slipping clear off.
He smiled.
The shorts revealed more of her sweetly rounded, jutting ass-cheeks than they covered. But by showing so much, and hiding just enough, it caused more excitement in his expanding cock than if she had been completely nude.
His eyes stayed on her, moving hungrily up and down. He gave up trying to fight the rising tide in his cock. It grew and grew until the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world at that moment was for her to turn and see his cock.
He coughed again.
She shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. The movement made the cheeks of her ass move delectably.
The cunt. God, she was beautiful.
She was making him wait, knowing that his eyes would be riveted on her until she turned around.
He knew it, and he knew that she knew it, and that made him even angrier. But his eyes never left the undulating movements of her ass.
"Gertie called."
"Yeah. She said things are moving at a hundred per and I have an appointment with a Paul something-or-other at three this afternoon."
"Paul Carroll. He's an arranger. A damn good one," Nick said. Whispering, he added, "Turn around, you cunt!"
"I guess that means I'm in."
"I guess that's what it means," he replied.
"She told me to get there a little early to sign the contracts."
"I'll drive you over," Nick said.
"Thanks. That will leave us some time," she said, and started to turn around.
She did it slowly, still pretending to check out the grounds. She didn't fool him, it was part of the game. By turning slowly, she was accomplishing exactly what she wanted to achieve.
By time she was facing him, his cock was rigid and throbbing, standing like a red-tipped arrow straight up from his hairy porn.
She had a blouse on. There was no mystery about what was beneath it. It was made of a fish net material.
His eyes jerked back and forth from the blouse to the shorts. Her nipples stuck out at him, beckoning his eyes, his tongue, his mouth, through the netting. They were alive with lust and swollen to a full half inch of pulsing firmness. With most women, he would have been happy to just admire the tips as they rose and fell on the heaving mounds beneath the netting.
With this one he wanted more... much more. And he wanted it now. His gaze left her tits and moved to her shorts.
It was worse. The bitch.
Like the back, an identical vee left the front of her body clearly visible. The effect was sensuous beyond belief. No matter where his eyes strayed, they were automatically drawn back to the sides of the vee.
And then they slid down. There was enough, just enough of her soft blonde curls visible through the netting to drive him insane with need.
Again the feeling, the attraction, a need that went beyond just lust. He still didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"That's some outfit," he managed to growl.
"I'm glad you like it," she said, at last moving toward the bed. "You paid... Jesus Christ."
Now it was his turn. The cunt.
He looked down. His cockhead was nuzzled up against his navel and the thick tube on his underside was pulsing hard.
"Come and get it," he said, smiling up at her.
"You think I need it that bad... to crawl for it?"
"If you don't, the game's liable to get a little rough. If you know what I mean."
"I think I know you," she said.
When he looked back at her, he stared between her splayed legs. Her hand had slipped far down into the net. Her fingers worked busily under the bottom of the vee, while her ass rocked back and forth. Her head was thrown back and she had her eyes closed. Her face was a mask of passion as she fingered herself.
"C'mere," he said.
"On my terms?"
"What terms?"
"My terms," she repeated. "You bitch!"
"Sticks and stones..."
"You cunt!"
She looked at him. "You've got a beautiful cock."
He bit his lip and wrapped both his hands around his throbbing cock as if to bring himself off.
"You really want to do that?" she said.
He pause. He didn't. He looked back up at her and smiled. "Your terms," he said.
She moved, like a lithe, sensuous cat. Her fingers still bulged at the bottom of the vee. She didn't remove them until she sat beside him on the edge of the bed.
Her fingers dripped with the sticky juices of her cunt. She smiled at him as she licked the fingers of her right hand and thrust her left hand toward his face.
The fingers reeked of the sweet, scent of pussy. It was a heady odor, almost musk, and it inflamed his nostrils. She passed the fingers under his nose, accentuating the odor, and then her sticky, sweet fingertips touched his quivering lips.
His tongue darted out and tasted the gooey substance. Then he parted his lips and her fingers entered his mouth. One by one he licked the cunt-juice off her fingers.
When the odor had diminished and her fingers were completely clean, she started to work on his body.
"Close your eyes and relax. We've got the time, and I want you to enjoy this -- enjoy it and remember."
He knew what she was going to do and he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her, wanted his cock in that blissful cavern where those fingers had delved.
But he had agreed... her terms. He cursed himself for it and, at the same time, wondered why he was allowing this little cunt to be the dominator.
But he was allowing it, and he knew he would enjoy it.
He shut his eyes and the sunlight was blotted out by the shadow of her moving body. All the tension slipped from his body under the manipulations of her trained fingers.
He felt her fingers on, his ankles, massaging gently as they moved up his legs in slow, lazy circles.
"You've got a nice body, firm and yet soft in the right places," she cooed.
"We make a pair of bodies, you and I."
"Huge balls. I'll bet there's a gallon of cum in there."
"You want to find out?"
"I will," she giggled. "Very soon."
She had covered all of his body except the immediate area around his groin. His prick was pulsing and erect from the sensations that crept deliciously through his body from her fingers.
"One time," she said, "when I was married, that son-of-a-bitch brought two guys home with him. Jesus, eighteen years old and getting gang-banged, three on one. He thought he was hurting me because I'd gotten pregnant and trapped him. The bastard didn't know it, but I loved it.
"One of 'em stuck his cock up my ass-hole from behind while I laid on my back on top of him. The other one climbed on top of me and tilled up cunt. Thank God the one in my ass was the smaller one. But still he was no midget. It hurt for a while, but then it started feeling good and I started fucking them right back.
"My old man had been watching. He liked to watch me get fucked. But he soon got so fucking hot himself that he couldn't take it any more. So he stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him off. I sucked him good while those other two fucked both my holes at once. I even worked it just right so they'd all come at once.
"It was then that I really found out about him. As soon as they came, he shoved 'em out and dived back into bed with me. He couldn't wait to get back into bed and suck their cum out of me. God, I was dumb. It took me all that time to realize that that was all he ever wanted -- their cum.
"An' I really never let him know until I dumped him that I didn't much give a shit. I loved cock and the more he brought home to fuck me, the better I liked it."
Between her fingers and her words, she was driving Nick crazy with desire. The suspense that was building up in him was almost unbearable.
"If you like cock so much," he croaked, "why don't you get on top of that and ride it."
"In time... maybe," she said.
"You cunt," he said, reaching for her. "Let's fuck!"
"Careful," she said. "You want to fuck a corpse?"
He settled back down.
"Anyway, it's better this way. You've always had it a little too easy. This way, when you do get it, you'll appreciate it more!"
"Fuck you!" he said.
"In time," she said. "My fingers feel good?"
"Yes," he admitted.
She continued. First one hand would work in small, teasing circles on his belly, then it would slip down almost to his cock, only to return again to the cramped, knotted muscles of his lower abdomen. The other hand worked on his inner thighs, tickling the hair lightly and kneading the skin.
He was at a sexual peak now and she knew it. She also knew, as her eyes continued roving over his giant erection, that if she didn't do something soon herself, she would weaken and mount his cock. And that, at this point, couldn't be. She knew how she was affecting him and, when the time came to give him her body, she wanted him ready to pay her price for it. Her hand stroked his pulsing shaft lightly along the upper ridge, over the throbbing, semen-dripping head, and back along the underside.
Twice more her experienced fingers repeated the action. Shocks of fiery passion surged through his fevered body and he almost came. But then the fingers encircled his cock and held it firmly while the other hand fondled his balls.
Then he felt her body shift again and settle between his legs. She caressed his buttocks as her fiery nipples burned paths of heated passion up and down the flesh of his inner thighs.
Her hair fell in soft, tickling waves across his belly. Her lips found the head of his cock and kissed it. Then her tongue traced a path up and down the shaft just as her fingers had done previously.
When the length of his prick was slimy and slick with her saliva, her mouth returned to the cockhead and encircled it.
His muscles erupted in spasms of pleasure as he felt her tongue slide hungrily over his cock.
He felt her teeth as they passed his cockhead and then adjusted to the thickness of his shaft. He heard her take a deep breath, hold it, and then her head started the long descent.
He had never fucked Gertie, and knew of no man that had. But she had sucked him dry many, many times, and she was the only woman with the weird and strange ability to allow his massive cockhead to enter the depths of her throat. Gertie was the only woman who had ever been able to use her mouth and throat like a cunt and swallow the full length of his giant prick.
But, from the sensations he was experiencing, he was sure he had found Gertie's equal as a cocksucker.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her lowering golden head. Down, down it went and deeper went his cock into her throat. He couldn't move. He didn't want to. He just watched.
And then she hit bottom and the pleasure was excruciating, mind boggling in its immensity. Her nose ground into the wiry pubic hair above his cock while his balls bumped her chin.
Then she surprised him even more with her ability. While his cock was sunk to its full length in her throat, she opened her mouth wider. Her tongue began bathing his balls.
It was sublime. It was wild. He cried out with the instant heat of passion that it caused in his cock and balls.
And then she started bobbing up and down. On each down stroke, she again took the full length of his driving cock into her throat. Her mouth, as she dove and sucked, became like a sheath that threatened to unhinge his mind.
"God, oh God! Can you suck a cock!" he cried. The pleasure that filled him as she lifted and fell above him was immense, and he felt like his veins would burst from the boiling blood that thundered trough his quivering body.
Finally, he felt the detonating point approaching, and his hips lifted off the sheets to meet her diving head, trying to give her mouth more cock. Her hands stopped their cupping, squeezing motion and, for a moment, left his body. Then her fingers were between the cheeks of his ass. He lifted his hips higher and spread his legs wider for her entrance.
There was no prelude and very little warning. She stationed two fingers at his quivering asshole and shoved. They sank clear into his rectum and the fireworks started.
He jolted the first glob of sticky pleasure into her throat when a third finger joined the initial two. A surge of absolute animal passion and satisfaction tore through his body.
Nick lost the struggle quickly and his hips thudded up to meet her mouth. He poured cum into her throat and belly in hot, unending streams.
His body shook, convulsed, tossed, tumbled and churned through what seemed like a century of sensual relief, and her lips and hands didn't leave him until he was an immobile mass.
Slowly he felt himself coming back to reality and he fought it with everything he had, trying to hold onto the fantastic feeling.
When he finally realized that he couldn't hang onto it any longer, he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
His cock was still hard.
She was gassy-eyed. Tiny drops of cum bubbled from the corners of her mouth. She smiled at him and sucked them into her throat. She got up from the bed and started to move away.
He caught her arm. "I'm not through yet."
"What?"
"Can't you see," he said, getting off the bed and waving his still-hard cock at her belly, rubbing the rubbery head against her skin through the fishnet.
"No. I told you... no fucking."
"I ain't gonna fuck you, baby," he said. "I just want more of the same."
This time he was the aggressor. If she wanted in this way, it was suddenly all right with him. He wanted more, only this time he would drive it through the back of her head.
He placed his hands on top of her shoulders and roughly shoved her to her knees. He wanted another release and he wanted it quickly.
She didn't argue. In fact, she now seemed mesmerized by his huge cock. She went after it, moaning, like a glutton.
"Oh Nick, Nick!" she sighed. "You're so fucking good, so fucking big."
Her warm, slick lips found his stiff prick, enveloping it in soft, wet folds of flesh. Nick moved his hips in rhythm with the pumping action of her head.
She tried to once again control the situation, the tempo of their fucking. But she was powerless against Nick's raging animalism.
He was choking her.
She tried to hurry his climax with her tongue, running it around the sides of his prick. Nick rammed harder between her lips, using her mouth as little more than a wet hole. Faster and faster he went, until the muscles of his thighs and ass bounced and his cock was pounding as far as it could go with each thrust.
He screamed.
He rose to the tips of his toes and came in a flood of hot fury.
She gagged at the great amounts of cum that clogged her throat. He wouldn't release her head from his pounding prick until the last drop of his spunk was expended into her belly.
At last he released her, and she fell back to the floor, still gagging.
When she regained her breath, she looked up to where he stood above her. "You are an animal... just like she said."
"Who said?"
"A... never mind," Clara replied. "But you're an animal."
He let it pass. "I'll be even more of an animal when I split your cunt with this."
"I don't know if I want you to or not."
"You will. Everybody who works for me fucks with me. It's an unwritten law."
"I fuck who I want to fuck," she said.
"That's fine," Nick said. "I don't care who you fuck as long as you fuck me first. Remember that!"
I'll fuck you, all right, she thought. Believe me, I'll fuck you!