Chapter 6
He'd known it.
All along, he'd known it-what it would mean, what it would require. But knowing it and being told it were not the same, and he couldn't help feeling disoriented and dazed.
Being told put a stamp of authority on it. It meant having to act, instead of delaying and sitting around threatening future action at some vague time if things didn't change. And, of course, they were inward threats, which made action even fuzzier a prospect.
But now he'd been told, and he'd simply walked out of the clinic without going through the unnecessary formality of adding evidence to proof.
Russ blinked against the bright sun and stood in the middle of the downtown sidewalk, blocking pedestrian traffic. He ought to go back to the motel and tell her what was wrong with him.
But that would put the decision upon Janet. They said I need to fuck-what are you going to do about it, Janet? It would be another chance to delay.
He heard someone bitch at him for standing in the way. He turned around, watching the people on the sidewalk squeeze past him. He began to move with the flow, until he eddied out of it and found himself standing in front of a bar.
He wasn't a real drinker, only one or two at parties to be courteous, but he felt as if he needed a drink right now. Maybe several. Maybe enough to get drunk. Then he could delay until he was sober again.
He went inside, walking stiffly, looking lost. It was not an easy thing to know you had to change the pattern of sixteen years because it was slowly eating you up inside. It wasn't easy to give up hope for a change after sixteen years of dogged persistence.
Russ sat at a booth and ordered a drink from a waitress who made absolutely no impression on him. He drank it thirstily and ordered another, already feeling the effects of the first.
He still didn't know for sure what to do about Penny. If he stayed, if he delayed forever, he might-he would surely-end up fucking her. Fucking his little girl-the one with the big, grown-up tits and sweet, virginal pussy and excitable, quivery, puckered little asshole . . .
The second drink was gone, and the third was half gone when she slipped into the booth across the table from him and leaned forward so that he could light her cigarette.
She had dark, lustrous hair. Her build was slim, what he could see of it. She wore no bra and let him know it, pulling her satin blouse over her tight, teacup tits so that the nipples showed plainly.
Her mouth was wide, her smile good. Her eyes were dark-maybe a little cold. She blew smoke toward the ceiling and sat back to regard him in an appraising way that was slightly unsettling.
"You need some cheering up, honey," she stated finally.
He looked at her. He took a deep breath and felt it go clear to his balls. Why the hell not? he thought.
"How much?" he asked, realizing too late the question might mark him as a cheap bastard.
"We can talk about that later," she said, smiling again.
The smile got better and better. "Where?" he asked.
"My place."
"Now?"
"Daylight bother you, honey? All you have to do is wait, and then it changes for the better."
"That's what I've thought. For sixteen years."
She tipped her head and smiled uncertainly. "What?"
"Never mind."
"Are you all right?" She looked at him with renewed appraisal.
He gave her a big grin. It felt like a silly grin, but he couldn't see himself, so he wasn't sure. "Hell yes," he said.
"You're not too drunk, are you?"
"Are you durable, baby?" he grinned, leaning forward, feeling unaccountably bold and reckless. "I hope to hell you can take it, because I'm ready to let it all go and go."
She laughed softly and rubbed his thigh with her knee. "Now, that's more like it, honey. My name's Sherry, what's yours?"
"Russ," he said. "That's close to rust, and I've got a lot of rust in my pipe. I'm gonna blow it all out before the goddamn thing clogs up for good. I hope you've got a resilient cunt, baby, because I'm gonna give it the goddamnedest workout it's ever had."
Sherry shivered slightly, her eyes widening. "Jesus, some bitch really must have done a number on you, honey. No rough stuff, you hear? Not for any price."
"I hear," he said, grinning fixedly, capturing her knee between his and squeezing. "You do anything besides straight?"
"Everything," she whispered sexily, puckering her lips.
"I want it all."
She shivered again. "We'd better get you out of here before you get my knee wet, baby."
"Don't worry. I can hold it. Christ, can I hold it. I'm a practiced master at holding it, and there you have the story of my marriage in a nutshell."
"Poor, horny Russ," she said, putting her hand over his. "That's a criminal thing to do to a man. Why don't you leave her?"
He looked at her. He felt suddenly sober as a rock. "I am," he said, his voice seeming to ring.
"Then let's celebrate, honey. Come with Sherry. Let me show you what you've been missing and what you have to look forward to."
Russ stood, holding to the table for support. He felt dizzy. It was not all from the booze. Part of it came from having voiced the decision. He felt brassy and bold. He looked at her tits and ass as she slid from the booth, the flare of her hips and the line of her legs under the short skirt. He wasn't going to have any trouble with this one. He was going to be able to fuck the shit out of her.
Her apartment was pretty damn nice. She either turned a good business, or she was expensive as hell. He began to feel unsure he had enough money. Then he saw the credit card imprinter on the hall table and burst out laughing.
"Have to keep up with the times," Sherry grinned, slipping off his coat and loosening his tie.
She took his card. He didn't watch to see what amount she levered in. He didn't give a damn. Besides, there was an object on the coffee table that caught his eye, and he went to look at it.
It was a big cock. It rested on its root and balls on the table and speared upward at an angle. It was a good ten inches long, perfectly shaped and detailed, from the slit in the head to the veins along the base.
He ran his fingers over it. It was cool to the touch. He lifted it, and it weighed a hefty amount, appearing to be solid brass but probably cast iron with brass plating.
He grinned hugely-savagely, even. How perfect! A gift for Janet. An iron cock to ram up her cunt and masturbate with. She'd never wear this one out the way she did those damn vibrators.
He spun around, still grimacing, feeling half nasty. "How much? I want it!"
Sherry held out a hand and started to protest. She saw the look on his face, then grinned. "It's like that, is it? Thirty sound fair?"
"I'll give you fifty. I want it."
"Honey, it's yours! Hey, I think I'm going to like fucking you after all. I'll have to confess I was a little worried about you for a while back there. But not now."
He put the standing, angled, brass-plated prick on the table and turned to her. She slipped into his arms and parted her lips softly, smiling at him, giving her dark hair a sultry toss.
He nearly grabbed her. Her waist was slim in his hands. He pulled her body against his and dove for her mouth, kissing her fiercely, feeling his cock fill solidly and quickly in his pants and press into her mound.
"My God," she gasped, tipping her head back. She slipped her hand over his crotch and felt his thrusting prick, fondling it. "Let's get to that bed-fast!"
He watched her strip off the satin blouse. Her tits were tight on her chest, just hand sized. She dropped her skirt and panties, and his prick throbbed with flaming heat.
"Like me?" she smiled, tilting her hips, posing for him, thrusting her pelvis forward. Her pussy was totally bald, and he stared at it speechlessly.
She came up to him and undid his belt, pushing his pants to the floor. His prick was as rigid as the brass one. She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled gently while he stripped off his shirt.
"How do you want it?" she asked, pressing her hot tits against his chest, sucking on his chin with her warm lips.
"Deep," he croaked, reaching around to hold her firm asscheeks and knead them. No sir, he wasn't going to have a bit of trouble this time.
She chuckled softly as he pressed her back onto the satin-sheeted bed. "Ohhhh, God, you're hot!" she gasped, opening her legs wide.
He looked at her shaved pussy. His eyes feasted on her bare, fleshy lips, the pinkness between them, the silky heat of her open, ready cunt hole.
His cock throbbed steadily, and he got between her legs and passed his hand over her smooth, bald pussy, sweeping it over the side of her hip and around to her tight ass.
He pulled upward gently, and her thighs fell open even wider, parting her elevated cunt. He saw the thrusting root of her clit jutting from between her little-girl twat lips, and his prick throbbed so hotly he nearly lost his load.
He was not only getting to look at a red, wet cunt again-look as long and as much as he wan ted-he was getting to see a pussy in all its glory, with no part at all hidden.
He dove for it. His mouth opened. He plastered his lips to her shaven twat and sucked the fleshy tissues into his mouth, washing over the wetness with his tongue, tasting her honeyed cunt.
"Ahhhh, God, honey!" she gasped. "You trying to eat me alive? Jesus, take it easy! Ohhh, baby, that's all right-all right!"
Her hips twitched under his face. He felt and tasted the quick rush of her warm juice, the way her muscular cunt mouth spasmed and sucked at his tongue.
He wallowed in her cunt like a starved man, licking and slobbering, not caring that she was a whore, only glad that she had a cunt to eat and feel and taste.
For the first real time, he had some idea what he'd been missing during all those years with Janet. He was going to make up for lost time. God, was he!
He drew back, gasping, his cheeks and chin and nose gleaming with cunt juice. He sucked in air and looked down at her twisting, hot body. He liked the small tits on her chest for a change.
He reached for them, stretching over her prone body, fitting himself into the saddle of her hips and thighs. The cones filled his hands with no waste, nothing left over. The hard nipples dug into his palms.
Her tits didn't roll and wobble the way Janet's did. There was a rubbery springiness to them that was just great. He liked the change. All the differences of her body. He'd yearned so long for Janet's that, somehow, the wanting had grown as stale as if he'd had it five times a day.
He didn't have to want Sherry's tits and cunt and ass. He could have them. Completely. And the way she twisted and churned with anticipation showed him she was eager to let him have it-and that was the greatest change of all.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, honey, you should see your face," she quavered. "I've got a hot one this time. Christ, have I got a hot one! Fuck that cock into my pussy, honey, before your whole body blows up!"
She reached toward her thighs and held his prick, aiming it. She moaned when she felt it, feeling the terrible hardness, the intense throbbing of it.
She lifted her hips and made a small circle with them, passing his cockhead over her naked twat lips and into the center of her pussy's bull's-eye.
"Now!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"
"Ah! Ahhhh, God!" Russ cried, feeling his fiery prickhead surrounded and sucked upon by her hot, silky flesh.
He felt like a virgin all over again. Like his first piece. He knew that his own heat had passed to her, and he was appalled and pleased to think he'd made a whore hot.
His prick bucked and pulsed in her hot hole. He lowered his hips jerkily, fucking quickly, already spilling his load at the mouth of her pussy.
"Ah, honey! You're coming already! You're losing it! Ohhh, what a hot flood! Quick, fuck it in and fill my pussy!"
She clapped her hands over his butt and pulled, and his spurting prick slid all the way to the back of her spasming cunt, boiling and hosing his pent-up flood into her depths.
"Yaaagh!" he growled, clasping her tightly, grinding his hips against hers, letting his prick spurt wildly.
"Ohhhh, honey, it's all right," she said, smoothing her hands up and down his back, caressing his neck with the tips of her fingers. "Don't think anything bad about coming so fast. I know you're all man, honey-don't let it bother you. Sometimes it happens that way, it's all right. Maybe if you rest a minute you'll find another one in that wonderful prick, and then you won't feel like you got cheated, huh?"
"Rest, hell," Russ gasped. "I've just started, baby."
He began pumping and stroking into her wet, slippery pussy. He felt her amazement and then the way she caught her breath when his stiff shaft was undiminished in girth or hardness.
He probed into one wall and then the other, slicing between her fleshy labia, boring deep into her body. His hips swiveled, and his ass churned up and down under her cupping hands.
He felt her begin to respond wildly. Her pussy gripped his cock in practiced, silky squeezings. Her butt swiveled back and forth under him, and her thighs slid up and down the sides of his hips.
"Ah! God! What a hot fucker!" she cried, stretching her neck and making her wide mouth gape open for air. "My cunt's so damn wet! And-ohhhh, honey-it's not all from your big wad, either! Half that juiciness is mine!"
His prick sucked and popped in her clutching hole. The juice was syrupy and incredibly slick. It gushed from her cunt with each inward plunge of his prick and ran down into the crack of her ass, soaking onto her bed.
"Ahhhh, Christ-I'm going to come, baby!" Sherry cried, digging her nails into his shoulders, clinging to him tightly.
"Any time you're ready, baby," Russ gasped.
A teenager-a fucking virgin, all over again. That's what he was. He could feel his dick throb and stretch to the back of her succulent twat and make ready to blast another wad of pent-up sperm into her body.
He felt his balls draw up and slap into the wet groove of her asscheeks. He bore against her, reveling in the feel of her naked meat against his hairy groin.
She lifted suddenly, her hips swiveling and locking. She gasped harshly and began to shudder, letting out a tiny squeal of agonized bliss that grew and grew in volume.
"Yeeee!" she cried, her tits swelling against his chest. "Ahhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming! Christ, are you making me come! Here it-now! Now! no Yahhhgh!"
Her cunt clamped tightly around his burgeoning shaft. It squeezed and pulsed, the fine muscles under the silky flesh rippling and pulling wildly.
She milked his shaft with her orgasming pussy. He felt the stroking from his root to the pulsing glans, and there was a nipping sensation at the head of his dick that made him grunt and clutch her body to him.
"Ahhhhgh!" he croaked, surging forward.
His prick throbbed and bucked. He felt the sperm rush up through it in a hot stream and spray from the tip, bathing the back of her jittering, sucking pussy tunnel.
"God, it feels good!" he cried. "It feels good to come!"
He gave her another huge load, letting it pump and pump through his body. He shook all over, holding nothing back, clearing his system of the years of frustration.
They gasped harshly and lay together. He blinked at the pillow and savored the warm sensations tingling all through his body.
He'd forgotten what it was like. He'd gone for years, having forgotten. He'd been only half alive-because of Janet.
He felt a sudden hollowness inside him-a yawning pit of emptiness. Half alive, he'd been-mostly empty. The time! The wasted years of waiting and hoping and trying . ..
"Boy, that was something," Sherry said softly, breaking into his dark mood. "I've had lots of guys fuck me, honey, but not many of them make me come. Not like that. You must have had some hot pussy to practice fucking like that on, huh?"
He raised up. She was smiling. He wasn't. He looked down at her, stiff-arming the bed, his cock still buried into the depths of her bald pussy.
Her eyes flickered over his face, and the smile went uncertain. "What's the matter, honey? Russ? What's the matter? Honey, don't look at me like that. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Didn't I give you a nice piece of ass?"
"Maybe too nice," he said, feeling soured in spite of himself.
Her brow wrinkled. "Huh?"
"You made me realize what I've missed for so long," he said. "You made her into a bitch."
"Who? What? Baby, you aren't making any sense."
"Lots of sense," he said.
She began looking worried. She pushed at him tentatively. "All finished now, honey?" she asked, smiling again, her heart not in it any more.
He made his stiff prick throb inside her pussy, lifting and pulling at the succulent, wet meat.
"Does that feel like I'm finished?"
She laughed nervously. "Boy, two big ones like that should have left you limp as a noodle."
"They didn't," he said, feeling bitchier by the minute. He didn't know why he was taking it out on her. She'd been terrific-more than a whore needed to be, more than he'd had a right to expect.
"Sweetie, I think you'd better slide it out now.
My pussy's feeling a little tender after that hard fucking-and mighty wet."
"I told you you'd better have a resilient cunt," he said, stroking into her again, moving slowly, letting her slippery, oiled, silken cunt walls massage his prick.
"Ohhhh, God," she groaned softly. "Baby, I mean it-I don't think my pussy can take another fucking like that."
He stopped, imbedded in her. "Then we'll change holes," he said, half growling, knowing it was unfair of him to take out his anger with Janet on her.
"Hey-no ..." Sherry gasped.
Russ sucked his prick from her hole. The wetness caused a farting pop. Her babyish pussy lips were drenched with juice-pink and puffy from the massaging his root had given them.
He scooped his hand under her ass and lifted, spinning her over onto her belly. She lifted her head with a choking sound, and he put his hand in the middle of her back, holding her down.
"Hey-come on, Russ! No! I don't do that!"
"You said you did everything, remember? I'm not finished fucking yet. Open your ass, baby-open it wide!"
He passed his hands over her round, firm asscheeks. He pried them apart with his palms. He looked down into her deep crack and saw the puckered, pink-brown mouth of her asshole pulsing at him.
Just beneath it, he could see the puffy twat lips pouting down and apart, the pinkness and wetness showing clearly. Her asshole was glistening and smeared from all the cunt honey and sperm that had run into her crack. "Ahhhh, no!" she gasped.
"Don't give me that shit! You're a whore, aren't you? Don't tell me you've never been fucked up your ass!"
"Yeah, Rus- but not the way you fuck! God, you'll kill my butt with that hard cock!"
"It's not as hard as that brass prick in the other room," he grated, settling between her forced-open thighs and tilting his steely shaft toward her wrinkled hole.
"Ahhh! What's that got to do with anything? Oh, Christ-don't, honey, don't!"
"You've had that thing stuffed up your ass, I'll bet," he grunted, centering his glans at her rubbery anus.
"No-o-o!" Sherry gasped, her head jerking up again, her fists balling and beating on the bed. "That's insane! I couldn't shove that thing up my ass!"
"Bullshit! You've fucked it up your cunt and up your ass and probably down your throat as well! That's what you cunts do-you fuck yourselves with anything around and leave us to suffer! Well, not any more, by God-not any more!"
He was shouting. He knew it. It wasn't like him at all. Neither was the growing rage he felt. Intellectually, he knew he was ranting at Janet, was really about to rape Janet's ass instead of Sherry's.
Intellectually, he knew what he was doing was wrong and unfair, but he couldn't stop. He pressed against the center of her spread ass with his hard, hard prick and felt her anal ring stretch.
"Yaaaah!" she cried, her throat open, her body quivering.
His prickhead popped inside her butt, and the slick, honey-coated shaft began to follow, rippling and rasping past her anal ring, making her butt flutter and her hips shake.
"Ohhhh, my God, my God ..." he gasped, settling his hips against her firm cheeks.
Her asshole quivered and sucked all around his root. Her tunnel was dark and clinging and hot. She gasped repeatedly under him, and it was not all from pain or displeasure.
"Ohhh, you hot fucker . . . you big-dicked, hard-shafted fucker," she moaned, her mouth open against the pillow, saliva drooling from the corner of it.
He drew back. Her asshole clung to his prick and sucked outward, the muscular ring quivering with the friction and sensation his hard shaft gave it.
Her whole butt quivered. She couldn't help the slight lift of her hips. Her pussy hole ran juice as if it were a well spilling over. It coated her puffy twat lips and dripped from them onto the bed.
Her clit speared forward, and her small tits went hard as clay mounds capped by nipples of ruby. Her spine arched and bowed, and her hips shuddered as he reached the back of his movement and paused before fucking inward again.
Russ squeezed her. firm asscheeks together around the front of his prick. He felt the way her anal ring pulsed constantly around the ridge of his glans and drove his cock into a throbbing fenzy.
He groaned and fucked forward, sinking his dick into the firmness, the wetness, the tight, clinging asshole. He drove her hips into the bed and made her clit spear into the sheet and burn with incredible sensation.
"Ahhhh, you fucker!" she moaned, shaking all over. "You fucking bastard, I'm going to come again! God-oh, God! You aren't supposed to make a whore come! You aren't. . . yaaaah! I can't hold it! I can't. . . ahhhhgh!"
She wrenched under him. Her butt clamped around his shaft. He didn't have to squeeze it this time. She did it willingly, clinging to his throbbing cock, milking his shaft, drawing the sperm right along his tube until it spilled into her sucking ass and then shot in thick wads, deep into her body.
"Gaaaagh!" he yelled harshly, shaking and quivering, grinding his hips into the firm balls of her asscheeks.
He rooted and rutted in her. He felt her fluttering pussy lips suck wetly at his balls as if trying to fuck them up into her dripping cunt.
They rattled and shook together wildly as if neither one of them would stop, as if she somehow had as much crud to blow out of her system as he had.
Then she wrenched her body, doubling up, making his cock pop from her wet asshole. She twisted around under him, squirming on her back, reaching for his dick.
Her legs shot wide apart under his face, making her bald, slick pussy open wide. Her mouth opened wide, too. Every part of her was open and quivering for him.
She aimed his prick and sucked it quickly between her lips. She compressed them tightly around his shaft and washed his flaming cockhead with her tongue, drawing and sucking.
His prick burned with sensation. It was nearly too much. He gasped with open mouth and stared down at her begging pink cunt and felt his emotions swirl.
"Ahhhgh," he groaned harshly, diving between her thighs.
He glued his mouth to her wet cunt. He sucked and licked and fucked his cock into her swallowing throat. He tasted his sperm all over her slick, hairless pussy flesh, but he didn't care.
It was his cum. He'd squirted it into her pussy, and now she was giving it back to him. The syrupy honey welling upward from her pink hole was sweet and good, and he cupped his hands around her tight cheeks and drank from her quivering hole with total abandon.
He slurped all around her standing clit. He sucked the tiny organ between his lips and flipped the end with his tongue until she thrashed and shook all over, not missing one suck or lick at the head of his flaming cock.
He massaged the puffy flesh of her cunt lips and drilled into her succulent, silken hole with his tongue, darting, fucking, licking, feasting on wet pussy as he'd never had the chance to do in his whole wasted life.
In a moment, she lifted, and her ass shook in his hands. He felt the spasming of her vaginal ring of muscles around the root of his tongue and heard her muffled squeal of orgasm.
He let his prick flow again. Let it, hell-he couldn't stop it. There was a rumbling sensation in the depths of his balls, the final loosening and boiling free of the years of accumulated scale and crud as it swirled around and broke up and spurted through his tubes in a rush of thick fluid.
It streamed into her mouth and throat. She drank it greedily, sucking and pulling on his prick, squeezing his balls gently with her hands as if to massage the last of it out of him.
He yelled so hard he went slightly dizzy, and his head lolled between her thighs, wallowing in the wetness still oozing from her quivering pussy.
He bathed in her cunt honey and knew it was only the beginning for him. It didn't matter now if Janet changed.
He had.