Chapter 8
Susan pushed her husband onto his back and crawled between his muscular, hairy legs. As she looked down at his half-hard cock, she was reminded again of what she'd done earlier. A shiver of excitement raced up and down her spine. She reached for the huge slab of prick and jacked the loose foreskin over the purplish, oval-shaped head.
"You ready to take care of me?" she teased, stretching, feeling her tits rise. "Mmmmmm, I'm really in the mood to . . . get taken care of."
Although her cunt was raw from fucking Robbie and Jeff, just the sight of her husband's monstrous cock was enough to fill her with raw hunger. Lately, she couldn't seem to get enough. Every time she fucked, she was left with a greater ache, an almost driving need. In fact, on the way home, she had been sorely tempted to pick up a couple of hitchhikers, something she'd always been afraid to do before. The two men weren't even that good-looking, either.
Still, they had pricks, didn't they?
Why am I doing this? she asked herself suddenly. Was it because of what Bob had said? Or was it caused when she thought of Randy.
Ah, sweet Randy. Where are you?
"Oh!" she gasped, remembering Randy had a sister who lived in town. She was a mousy little character, three, perhaps four years younger. She could call her and casually ask about Randy . . .
"I'm going to do it!" she said, almost forgetting where she was.
"Well, go right ahead," Brian laughed.
"Huh?" she said then shook her head as if trying to block out the memory of her high school boyfriend. "Oh, sure," she added quickly, flushing with embarrassment. "This, huh?"
She lowered her face to the dark crotch and ran the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. As she tasted his cock, she felt it spring to life, bulge, grow longer. The enormous cockhead peeked through the foreskin, then throbbed against his hairy, muscle-rippled stomach.
"Mmmmm, suck it in," Brian said, stretching his legs wide. "Eat all of it, baby. Like only you can do."
Susan closed her eyes and thought about Randy, fantasized that he would be in town. She would call his sister, get the address of the hotel where he was staying, then appear, seductive and alive. He would take her in his arms, tell her how great the South Seas were, then they would steal out to the balcony and fuck under the stars.
"That's it," Brian said, his words piercing the fog of her imagination. "Lick it all the way in and suck out my cum."
Or perhaps they would meet at the Five and Dime, and he would hustle her into a broom closet. To the tune of noisy children and ringing cash registers, they would . . .
"Ohhhhhh!" she gurgled, moving her lips to the hairy base of Brian's cock-Randy's cock.
She lifted her head and looked through the brush of wiry crotch hair, she could almost see Randy's face. She squinted her eyes and Brian reappeared. He had a hungry glint in his eyes, his face contorted with ecstasy.
No, she wouldn't see Randy. Why? God, she had the best right here at home. No one could compare to Brian, not even Robbie. She would stay here and forget about it. She would forget about it right now.
Determinedly, she began gobbling up and down, fighting her thoughts, concentrating on the thickness of his cock, the way it pulsated in her throat. Soon she was lost in pure ecstasy, not thinking at all, merely reacting.
As she sucked him, she rubbed her knees together and felt her clit throb wildly. She puckered her cunt opening, trying to pull the delicate bud inside, then flinched. A sweet spasm of pleasure burned into her crack, causing her back to arch. She gave a low, throaty growl of ecstasy, then slapped her forehead against his stomach.
"Wow . . . take it, baby," Brian said, rocking his body back and forth. "Just . . . fuck . . . just like that, cocksucker."
He began thrusting his hips up and down a little harder, plunging his prick as fast as possible. His nuts were throbbing, ready to burst. He winced, then turned to his side, pulling her with him.
"This . . . way," he panted, crawling on top of her body. He slipped his legs up the sides of her body and sat down on her tits. He then held the back of her head and clammed her face brutally into his crotch. When he felt his cock pulsate between her tonsils, he also felt the first of his explosive load flood up the center of his cock.
"Take . . . take it, cocksucker!" he cried out, flexing every muscle in his body. "Goddamn . . . you, take my prick and . . . and . . . unhhhhhh!"
Susan gurgled loudly when the molten fluid slapped her throat, then dribbled into her stomach. She tore her fingers into his bobbing ass and locked her mouth furiously around the root of his cock. Within seconds, her throat was a cauldron, bubbling with rich globs of swirling cum.
"Aaaaaaghhhh!" she spluttered, sending a shower of jism around his balls. Her orgasm hit her savagely, sending flames of release into every cell of her being.
"Suck, bitch, suck!" Brian yelled, hammering her face harder into his crotch, pumping in the last of his cum. "Suck . . . every fucking drop and gargle . . . it . . . down, cocksucker."
He fell forward and moaned into the pillows as the final wad of cum oozed into her throat. He squirmed his ass around for several seconds, stretching her mouth wide, then stopped movement altogether.
"Yes, baby, yes," he murmured.
Susan lay beneath him for a long while, savoring, inhaling the delicious aroma of sweat and jism. And as the stray streams crept across her cheeks and into her ears, she felt another itch inside her cunt. She lifted her hips and flexed her muscles in her cunt. The itch got worse.
"Fuck me now," she groaned, pushing against his dead weight. "Mmmmm, I want ..."
"No, let's just lay here for a while," Brian panted. "God, baby, it seems like you sucked my guts out."
At last, he rolled onto his back and looked at her. Her expression was almost animal-like, her smile like that of a vampire. What in the world was wrong with her? Not that he minded all the fucking and sucking lately, but, Jesus, she was getting so intense! Like she might explode at any moment.
"Anything bothering you?" he asked. "I mean, anything you want to talk about?"
"Huh?" Susan said, her eyes glued to his rock-hard cock.
"You've been acting kinda funny lately," he said. "Like maybe something is bothering you."
Could he see it? she wondered. Did he know, in some male way, that she'd been screwing her eyes out all day? And with two guys almost ten years younger than herself!
"No, nothing is wrong," she lied, again aware of the nagging sensation at the back of her mind.
"I ... I just love you, that's all." She grasped his cock and jacked it up and down as a last wad of cum melted over his prickhead. "Especially this thing," she laughed.
"OK, if you say so," he said. "But you know you can always talk to me. About anything."
As Susan looked at his handsome, caring face, she shivered. He really did love her, in his own way. Maybe he didn't show it like she wanted all the time, but he did. She lowered her head and kissed his flat, muscular stomach.
"The only thing bothering me now is not getting enough of your big cock," she grinned. "You want to talk about it? Or maybe do something about it."
Before he could make a move, she rolled over onto her stomach, her ass high in the air, her head toward the foot of the bed. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her lower body seductively.
"Well?" she giggled, licking her bottom lip. "You gonna do it or do I have to go out and hunt up some young studs?"
"You do and I'll break your neck," Brian laughed, genuine affection in his voice. Susan trembled, thinking about those large hands around her neck, slowly squeezing the life out of her. She had been playing it pretty close. First with Bob, and then those young men at the university. Maybe she wanted to get caught, to add some spice to her life. She toyed with the idea of making a full confession, then dismissed it. The idea of dying might be romantic, but being dead was for the birds.
She felt his muscular thighs against her legs, then the pulsating sensations of his cock. She turned around and looked at the wall, a wide grin forming on her face. This is what I really need, she thought. To know that I'm still attractive, wanted.
"Fuck me," she whispered, lowering her head. She looked under her body, between her dangling tits, and saw his thick, hairy balls, the base of his rigid cock. "Give it to me . . . good and hard, you bull."
Brian grasped her rounded hips and nudged forward, pressing the tip of his cock into the furry warmth of her cunt crack. As it became engulfed in sucking sensations, he eased slowly forward. When the last of his prick lay inside her fiery guts, he leaned forward and kissed her on the back.
"Remember how we used to do this when we first got married?" he grunted. "God, it was such a new thing then. We were like a couple of kids, huh?"
"Yes, it was nice," Susan said, thinking back over the years.
"Now we have it down to a science, don't we?" he laughed.
Perhaps that was the problem, Susan thought. There was never any spontaneity any more. He knew exactly how to turn her on, where to touch her, how much was enough, how much was too little. It was something to think about. Later.
"Oh, sweetheart," Brian murmured, reaching around her body and cupping her firm, ripened tits. "I ... I never get tired of fucking you. God, I hope we can do this when we're a hundred."
"Mmmmm, me too," Susan gasped. His firm, pulsating cock was sending shivers up and down her spine, and his breath on the back of her neck caused electric-like jolts of pleasure to race around her cunt.
"Hard, baby," she said, placing her hand between her legs and holding onto his swinging nuts. "Give it to me . . . hard and . . . and . . . fuck me!"
Brian thrust in and out of her cunt a little more quickly as he licked her back. He moved his mouth toward her armpit, then around to her side. He turned her slightly to get a better angle at her tits and clamped his teeth around a rubbery, coral-colored nipple. As he sucked the mound, he felt his nuts throb violently, ready to spit out his cum. He stopped, held back.
"No! Keep doing it!" Susan screamed out, jerking her ass back to gulp his prick inside her. "It's great! Fast! I ... I want it! Jesus, you don't know how much I want it!"
Brian washed over both her tits, leaving them glistening with his warm spit, then sat back on his haunches. He yanked her legs apart with both hands and pulled her backward, completely impaling her guts with his cock.
"Take it, baby," he growled, hammering upward with his full strength. "Fuck it right in your sweet pussy and fuck out my cum!"
As he gouged wildly into her cunt, Susan writhed and bucked, milking his balls with her fingers. Already, she could feel the vibrations of his cum-load, feel his cockbase jerk.
"Fuck . . . fuck me!" she panted, rolling her head around, seeing the room spin. Her climax binned quietly, almost like an animal ready to spring. Soon it expanded, swelled her insides, then exploded.
"Aieeeeeeeee!" she choked, freezing with ultimate release.
When her orgasm burst around his plunging cock, Brian felt as if his balls would be yanked off. He'd never known her to be so demanding before, so intense. He withdrew one final time, then slammed back in. When his cockbase rammed her cunt opening, he fell over her, emptying the first of his massive lumps of jism into her burning body.
"Here, bitch!" he grunted, wrapping his legs around hers, completely engulfing her with his huge, hulking form. "Take . . . fuck my cum and . . . and . . . God, baby . . . good . . . fuck . . . good ..."
Susan sucked on his cum with her convulsing muscles, feeling the juices etch her flesh like acid. Her climax peaked again, this time sending a shower of pure ecstasy into every cell of her body. Finally, she collapsed beneath him, gasping for air.
"My . . . God," she groaned. "They keep getting better and better."
"I know," Brian murmured. "Kinda makes you want to get old quicker, doesn't it?"
Susan thought about what he said, what had been going through her mind for the past week. It seemed as if age crept into every idea, every conversation, almost like it was a plot or something. She was suddenly confused, wondering where it would all lead.
Before she fell asleep that night, she lay in the darkness for a long while.
Should she attempt finding Randy or leave it alone? Oh well, he probably wasn't even in town, not within a thousand miles of Little Rock, she thought.