Chapter 1
"Do it again, Frank," she moaned. "I love it when you run your hands all over my tits like that." Joanne Richards snuggled closer to her boyfriend. Frank was just about the best lay she'd ever found and she was desperately in love with him.
There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. She just wished he wouldn't stay so remote. He showed virtually no emotion, even when they were fucking. It was almost as if he were a robot programmed to perform certain sexual acts and nothing else.
Joanne knew the man really wasn't like that at all. He just seemed to be made out of a clockwork mechanism. When his cock drove hard and fast into her cunt, he proved he wasn't a machine. No machine had a prick so warm and vibrant and all male.
He loved her as much as she did him. She was certain of that. He didn't show his emotions like she did. The girl could handle that, even if she didn't like it. A little more enthusiasm on his part and everything would have been simply perfect.
"So you like it, huh? Your nipple's getting hard again," he observed as if saying the sun was coming up or the doorbell was ringing.
"Of course it is, silly!" she cried. "It wants your mouth on it! Give me your mouth all over my poor little titties!"
She thrust her tits out so there could be no mistaking her intent. Her nipples were a fierce red now. Desire caused her breath to come in quick, sharp pants. She was hardly able to control herself. She knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted his cock. He just didn't show it.
His black eyes were like lumps of coal. Emotionless, cold as the very night, but they could blaze with fury when he got mad. Right now there was nothing she could read behind those chips of ebony. •
"Okay," was all he said.
She had to reassure herself of his lust for her. Her hand groped down until she found his prick. It was rigid and throbbing with desire. There was no way he could be as emotionless as he seemed, not and have a massive hard-on like he did.
A tiny gasp escaped her lips. His lips had connected firmly with the very tip of her boob. She felt his tongue roughly caress her soft flesh. The tormenting tongue lashed out and pressed firmly down into her blood-engorged nipple. If a red-hot needle had been jammed into her chest, the sensation couldn't have been more intense.
This was what she wanted, what she needed.
The girl didn't want just sex. She wanted sex with the man she so dearly loved. And lots of it. It didn't do her any good to be screwed once or twice a week. She needed a good lay every night, and more than once. Frank had lighted the flames of passion in her nineteen-year-old, athletically trim body. And he could stroke those fires until they were both satisfied.
That was all she wanted out of life.
It didn't matter that her family had virtually thrown her out of the house when she'd told them she was going to life with Frank. She had Frank. She didn't need them like she needed his hard-driving prick.
He was her entire world. He was all she needed. Him and his eight-inch cock fucking her.
"Your mouth's so hot! And your tongue! You're driving me mad with desire! Fuck me now! I want your cock inside me fucking hard!"
He mumbled something around the tasty mouthful of marshmallowy tit. She couldn't decide what he said, nor did it matter to her. His mouth was giving her all the oral love she could ask for right now.
She rolled over and found his thigh. She locked her legs around it so her pussy rubbed against his leg. The hairy thigh stimulated her as she rocked back and forth.
Each time she moved, new waves of sensation crashed into her body. Already her cunt was drooling. As she massaged her pussy lips against his firmly muscled leg, she was driving her own desires to the breaking point. It wouldn't take much more of this and she'd come.
He'd shown her exactly how low her threshold of sex actually was. Or maybe it was just being with him that got her off. She didn't know or care. His cock was superbly long and hard and he fucked her until she got off a dozen times-and this was after she'd already come three or four times.
Everything was exactly as all the storybooks told it.
His mouth moved lower on her tit. She shrugged her shoulders so that she could wantonly shove her tits even closer to his face. The way his tongue carefully worked down the satiny smooth slope of her tit told her he was building up to a royal fucking this time.
The first few times that night had been okay. They'd been more than okay, they'd been super. But now he was going to pull out all the stops and fuck the living hell out of her.
The way his mouth moved along her boobs told her all this and more.
She continued rocking back and forth on his upper thigh until it was coated with her fuck juices.
His hand gripped down hard on her ass and pulled her around so she was flat on her back again and then pressed her legs wide. She willingly spread as wide as she could for her lover. She needed his cock to keep her content. Without that spike of hot flesh, she'd go crazy.
There was nothing gentle about the way he entered her. Just a sudden lunge and he was buried balls deep up her cunt. The burning rod of his cock surging up her cunt took her breath away. One second her pussy had been hungry for cock, empty and achingly hollow. Then it was given all the prick it could take.
The feelings blasted through her body and threatened to make her pass out. She'd always thought the fainting heroine bit was something an over-imaginative writer had come up with. Now she knew how true that was.
Any chick getting fucked by this huge prick would be hard pressed to keep from blacking out in sheer pleasure!
"Oh, oh, god, that's what I waaaaant!" she moaned.
"Like it, huh?"
"Love it! More! Give me all your lovely cock as hard as you can! Ride me, ride me hard!"
His hips slid back and his cock vanished from her clutching pussy. The screaming hoUowness returned and she almost cried out. Then the burning entry of his cock took her breath away again. He started fucking her with all the power locked in his lithe body.
He was older than she was, more experienced, but that meant nothing to her. He'd taught her everything she needed to know about making love. She could take his mighty bludgeon of prick and grip it with her stomach muscles until he gasped. Her cunt walls had been trained to the point where she could almost hold him inside her, warming her twat, making her feel like a complete woman.
"More, I need more of you!"
He let his actions answer for him. Heavy hands gripped tightly on her tits as he continued to drive hard into her cunt. He was stimulating her in two separate zones now.
She found it harder and harder to separate the feelings assaulting her body. The rumbles from the way he rhythmically mauled her tits collided with the ripples coming up from her well-fucked cunt. The two sensations combined and created a sexual tension inside her that threatened to push her over the brink of orgasm.
She concentrated first on his hands, then on his cock. That might string her out a big longer, prolong the wonderful sensations rampaging through her belly and chest.
His fingers left burning streaks wherever they touched. He was tweaking the hard buttons of her nipples, rolling them around like marbles. Now and then, he'd push them down hard into the softness of her titflesh. This made her gasp and cry out in joy.
She loved it. She wanted-needed-more!
His cock was a tireless piston of flesh. It surged into the softness of her juicy cunt and sent lightning bolts shivering all the way up her spine to explode in her brain.
The girl knew she wasn't going to be able to hang on much longer. She didn't want to come too soon. There was nothing better than getting the fullest pleasure her body could deliver, and getting it all from this wonderful lover's prick.
She worshipped that fucking cock. She needed it like a junkie needs dope. There was nothing in the world she'd rather get than his cock.
Her body was responding on its own now. She was thrashing around the spike of impaling cock in her cunt. Her ass drove down hard in a vain attempt to hammer the cock a little deeper into her guts. A corkscrewing motion of her hips added to her enjoyment. It felt as if his prick was on fire and reaming her out. Her guts were turned to liquid desire. She was stirring around in her belly and it was reducing her to a shivery mass of nothing but carnal lust.
As his bush rubbed wetly across her clit, she came. The entire universe blasted apart around her. She'd never had a climax this powerful before. She was tossed high, then, as she was drifting down, she felt his cock spasmodically jerk and begin hosing out his creamy white jism. The mere touch of his manseed made her come again.
His cock was buried far up her cunt, jerking and bucking as it spewed forth its spunk. The feel of being filled with his cum gave her still another orgasm. His sweet, flowing love was the best thing in the world. The best thing after his hard, fucking cock.
She rode his prick for all it was worth. She continued fucking herself long after his sweat-slippery body had stopped moving above her.
Then his cock was reduced to a limp piece of cooked spaghetti. She looked down and almost had to laugh. It was so silly thinking that the limp prick she saw now had been such a wonderful fucking tool a few short minutes earlier.
But she was the one who'd melted it with her lust! She was the one he loved! And she loved him with all the intensity of her young soul.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Her lips crushed firmly against his. There was little response from the man but she was used to this. Hadn't he just given her the finest gift a man can give a woman?
He should be entitled to a little rest. His lips tasted so good having him pressing down onto her body reassured her he would never leave her. Joanne needed that more than anything else. She couldn't bear the thought of ever losing Frank.
He broke off the kiss with a toss of his head. He pushed back a shock of his unruly black hair and looked down into her blazingly alive eyes with those twin beacons of ice that were his eyes.
"You got any bread left?" he asked.
"Just a little, darling. What I brought with me when I closed out my savings account. But let's not talk about that now. Let's fuck again!"
He pushed away from her a little. "Paid the rent yet this month?"
"No. I... I wasn't sure we'd have enough. Do we have to talk about this right now?"
She had other, more enjoyable things in mind. It was about the only joy she had in life. Frank wasn't working. She couldn't find a job but that would all change. What little money she'd been able to scrape up had gotten them this apartment. It wasn't much but it would do until Frank got a job again and could support both of them.
Until he got that job, though, she didn't mind spending her own money keeping a roof over their heads and food on the table. It was almost a treat for her. She was giving to her man what she expected him to be able to provide when things got better.
And they would. Any day now, Frank would get a job and they'd be rolling in money. She'd show her parents how wrong they were about him then!
"Yeah, I wanna talk about the money now. How much you got left?"
"Not much. Maybe a hundred, a hundred and ten. That's why I avoided Mrs. Cliff this month. I'm sure she'd ask for the rent and we wouldn't have but a couple bucks left afterwards."
"That old bitch don't bother me. I can keep her off your back for a while. But to hell with that. You wanna fuck, we're gonna fuck. Like it?"
"YES!"
She was happy. This was the way it should be. The money problems were temporary. Frank would take good care of her. He'd take as good care of her as he did fucking her. Never had she felt more alive than after a long, loving session in bed with this man.
They screwed again. And once more, it was pure heaven for the girl. She may not have had many men before, but she knew a real stud when she found one, and Frank was one of the best.
She fell asleep with her arms wrapped around his strong, barrel-like chest. She awoke clutching the pillow to her tits. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and then realized Frank wasn't in the tiny apartment. For a moment, she didn't fully understand what all the mess was in the room. She kept a tidy apartment and now it was littered with broken dishes.
Joanne had thought all that banging around had been a nightmare. She hadn't realized she was such a sound sleeper, but who could blame her after the fucking she'd gotten?
She hastily sat up and called, "Frank? Frank! Where are you?"
Fear raced through her. Had someone broken in? Had Frank fought them off and they'd done something terrible to him? She shuddered as the cold floor under her bare feet brought reality to her senses.
Then she saw the note. She'd kept what little money she had in her small jewelry box. On top of the box, its lid ripped off, was a note scrawled on a piece of brown paper sack.
"Decided to split. Sorry about it, kid. I'll get the money back to you sometime. All the food I took, too."
There was no signature but she recognized Frank's handwriting.
Stunned, she sat on the edge of the bed, saying over and over, "You slimy bastard! You left me and took all my money! You slimy bastard!"