Chapter 5
Sharon saw the golden-haired figure in the distance, recognized the hard angles of the man's shoulders immediately. But what was Gary doing here? He was supposed to be out of town for the day. At least Gina had said so.
She walked through the crowded mall, scurrying past several women with shopping bags, an old man with a cane, almost tripped over a young child, then slowed down, now stalking the man.
God, from this angle that little ass of his is just begging to be pinched. It was twitching slightly from side to side, tightly encased in white jeans. Should I?
"Hello," she said. As she spoke, she gave his right cheek a quick squeeze with her fingers. "You know, you've got the cutest ass ... " "Huh?" the man said, turning, a shocked expression on his face.
"You . . . you're not Gary!" Sharon said, feeling her heart pound in her throat.
"No, but I sure wish to hell I was," the man said, grinning. "I'm Mike."
"I'm sorry, believe me," Sharon said, flushing beet red. How could I have been such a total idiot? He didn't look anything like Gary at all! Except for that blond hair, and that ass . . .
"You see, I thought you were my brother-in-law and ... " Even that sounded stupid. Like maybe I go around pinching anyone remotely related to me in on the ass. What must he think? What must everyone around here think? Some people had stopped, seeing what had happened. "Well, if you have a sister," the man began, his voice calm, casual, "I'll marry her. Just so I can be your brother-in-law."
Sharon looked into his dark-brown eyes and felt her knees almost buckle. What I should do is apologize and get the hell away. Something held her to the spot, however. The man was so good looking, and those shoulders . . .
"I ... uh ... I, that is," she began, wondering what it was she was trying to say.
"I didn't quite catch your name," Mike said. "Or shall I just call you The Pincher?"
"Sharon," she said, looking down, embarrassed all over again. As she lowered her head, she noticed that his front was just as attractive as his back. A thick bulge squeezed the material of the jeans. She could almost make out the angles of his prick. "I . . I'm sorry," she finally said, again looking into his smiling eyes.
"Well?" he said, folding his arms. "Your place or mine? Or right here?"
As Sharon let Mike into the house, she was suddenly gripped with fear, guilt. What would Fred say if he suddenly walked in? He did that sometimes, had even made a joke about it. He had told her it would be dangerous to have an affair. Construction work was unreliable. Sometimes one worked for fifteen hours at a stretch, sometimes they knocked off at noon.
How would I explain it? she wondered.
Don't worry, honey, it isn't what you think it is. You see, I thought it was your brother I was seducing.
Isn't that funny?
"Nice place," Mike said, looking around the room. "Where's your husband?"
Sharon giggled suddenly. What would he say if I told him in the next room? Nerves. God, nerves! Whatever possessed her to pull a stunt like this!
"He's at work," she said. "Will be for hours."
"People can do a lot in a few hours," Mike said, suggestion in his eyes.
"Like what?" Sharon teased. Hell, she'd come this far.
Mike embraced her, then gave her a slow, sensuous kiss, letting his tongue play deliberately inside her mouth. Suddenly, it became more intense, until finally, Sharon felt as if she had an egg beater in her mouth.
"Wow," she said breathlessly, pulling away, "you do everything as well as you kiss?"
"Want to find out?" Mike said. He looked over her shoulder toward where the bedroom was. He then picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the hall. "Tell me where to go," he said, kissing the side of her neck.
"Mmmmmm, I'll tell you where to . . . come," she said. God, she felt like a princess in a fairy tale, whisked away like this. And those shoulders . . .
Later, as he laid her on the bed, she realized just how handsome he really was. Would it be as exciting if he were Gary? she wondered.
"I. . . I'm going to do it," she murmured, watching him shuck out of his clothes. At that moment, she realized what it was she was going to do. She was going to make every effort to seduce her brother-in-law. This was going to be a dry-run, so to speak. "Yes," she repeated, "I'm going to do it."
"I sure hope so," Mike said, looking down at her jutting tits. He pulled the material of her blouse away, then removed her bra. When the rounded, ripened tits came into view, he gave a low whistle. "Jesus, you're beautiful," he said, now tugging at her skirt.
When she was fully naked, he lay beside her, stroked her body tenderly, almost as if she were fragile. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to her nipples and took them one at a time between his lips, just barely wetting them with the tip of his tongue.
"God . . .you taste as good as you look," he gasped, moving his right hand to her soft mound of pussy.
Sharon could almost feel the room spin. Perhaps part of it was the danger, she thought, or maybe it was just his good looks that turned her on so. At any rate, her insides were growing more buttery by the minute.
"Let me see what you got," she said softly, reaching for his crotch. When she felt the rubbery, pulsating slab of cock, an electric-like jolt of pleasure shot up her arm.
"God, you're huge!" She grasped the monster and jacked the loose foreskin over the oval-shaped head. As she did, a clear drop of fluid oozed from his cum-hole.
"Mmmmmmm, let me taste you, too," she said.
The man lay on his back and spread his legs,, watching her with a mixture of fascination and hunger. How did he get so lucky? he wondered. He'd seen a lot of women in his day, but nothing to compare with this red-haired beauty. Her skin was soft and creamy, not a blemish anywhere. And those tits! God, they were perfect, just made for sucking. The tips were coral-colored, and he could still remember how they throbbed against the tip of his tongue.
"You'd better hurry," he gasped, squeezing her between his legs, "or I just might attack you."
"Mmmmmmm, I was planning exactly that," Sharon said, lowering her face to his golden-brown crotch hair. She lifted his thick, pulsating shaft of dick and admired the angular contours, the dark, purplish veins, the slight indention just under the head. The massive column led down to a pair of furry, huge balls. "Just as soon as I finish attacking you," she murmured, touching the glistening cockhead with her lips.
"Holy . . . fucking . . . God!" Mike growled, sitting up. She had gobbled down his cock with one move, pursing her lips around his shaft and nudging to the root. "You . . . God, baby, you can take it all! I ... I don't fucking believe it!"
Sharon pulled up, letting his prod slip from her mouth and hit his smooth, hairless stomach.
"Mmmmmmm, when a girl has something this big and meaty, she'd be a fool not to try at least," she said, darting her tongue down the rubbery underside. "Mmmmmmm, and I just love licking balls, too," she added, gulping the giant orbs into her mouth one at a time.
"Christ . . . suck it, cocksucker," Mike moaned, falling to his back and grabbing for the sheets. "Don't play around with my nuts when you can suck dick like that."
"Want to fuck me?" Sharon whispered, stroking the tops of his hairy thighs with her fingernails. "Hmmmm, you big-dicked bastard? Want to do that?"
"No ... I mean, yes," the man gasped: "It's just that I want this . . . first. OK?"
"You can fuck me and get sucked at the same time," Sharon said.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Pretend my mouth is a tight little pussy," Sharon said, lying back. She parted her lips, then ran the tip of her pink tongue over her bottom teeth.
"Get on me, stud. Fuck my mouth."
"Oh . . . God," Mike said, swallowing hard. He must be dreaming! He moved forward, straddling her middle, then planted his knees in her armpits. As he leaned forward, the underside of his shaft throbbed between those sweet, soft tits.
"Oh . . . God," he said again, wondering if he'd last another five seconds.
"Mmmmmm, you like it like this?" Sharon asked, squeezing her tits together, forming a tunnel around his prick. She then leaned her head forward and touched the tip of his meat with her mouth. "I ... I love it myself," she murmured.
"Oh . . . shit!" Mike said, punching forward, yelping as his nuts crawled through the silky masses of tit. He ground his cockhead fully into the back of her throat, then froze. "Don't... don't move. Not yet," he gasped. "If you do, I'll blow you away right now!"
Sharon certainly didn't want that. At least not until she'd really gotten a taste. She remained motionless, except for her hands. She cupped his hairy ass and gently played at the greasy crack with her fingers.
A few moments later, Mike pulled back, then thrust back in. He stopped for a few more seconds, then again repeated the action. Slowly, he placed his hands at the back of her head and pulled her face fully into his crotch.
"God . . . baby," he murmured.
"Now . . . fuck, let's go at it now. Maybe I can hold off for a while."
At this point, Sharon couldn't care if he shot off now or later. Her pussy was a bubbling inferno, the delicate walls oozing a steamy film of juice. Already the insides of her thighs were sticky, aching for what her mouth was getting. She dropped one hand to the slick mound and kept the other on his ass. Then, as she locked her mouth around the base of his cock; she gouged one finger inside her pussy, one finger inside his shitter canal.
"Unhhhhh!" Mike spat. "God . . . you're good, baby. Too fucking good! Your husband is nuts for leaving you alone! If I had you, I'd stay parked here all the time!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sharon groaned, unable to concentrate on anything except his thick, throbbing prod, the way her cunt was now pulsating with nearing climax.
"Suck it, whore," Mike said, suddenly quickening his moves. He began blasting his cock in and out of her open mouth until the room echoed with the smacking sounds his stomach caused when it hit her forehead. "Lick every damned inch in and eat out my cum! I want you to fucking gargle it down, cocksucker!"
Just thinking about his load was enough to cause a minor explosion inside Sharon's pussy. She arched her back, then slipped her feet under her ass. As her ecstasy peaked, sending wave after wave of relief up and down her convulsing canal, she jerked upward, lifting them both slightly off the bed.
"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, twisting her head from side to side, now sucking on him as if she were trying to pull his entire body inside her throat.
"Jesus . . . Jesus Fucking Christ!" Mike said, wondering how it was possible something could feel so good, yet ache so bad. His nuts were so swollen, they felt as if they were on fire. And each time they slipped between those tits, he thought he'd go crazy!
"Suck . . . goddamn you . . . suck," he gasped weakly, now engulfing her face and shoulders with his hulking frame.
When Sharon felt his muscular body surround her, enfolding her in darkness, she experienced another massive spasm of climax. This time, the sensations peaked for what seemed an eternity, inflaming every cell of her body. She screamed and bucked wildly, tore savagely at her cunt, his bobbing ass.
"Take it, bitch," the man said. "Oh . . . shit, yes. Take my big cock and lick out my cream! I'm . . . I'm ... oh Jesus fuck! I'm . . . unhhhhhhhh!"
Sharon felt his cock expand, the end of it balloon, now throbbing as quickly as her heart- beat. Seconds later, she tasted the steam from his cum, then the sudden blast of scalding fluid. The liquid, molten and rich, completely covered the back of her throat, then gushed in every direction. Some of the juices squirted upward, behind her nose where it spewed from both nostrils, other wads billowed into her cheeks, under her tongue.
"Unh!" Mike grunted, punching in the second blast of cum.
Thick cream gushed from the corners of Sharon's mouth, rolling to her ears.
"Unh! Unh!" the man growled, ramming in the third, fourth blast, then the bulk of his heavy load. "Suck, cocksucker! God, suck me dry! Chew on it! Eat, bitch! Eat!"
Sharon gulped as furiously as was humanly possible, but even her eager mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Also, when her own climax renewed itself, thundering wildly up and down her pussy canal, her throat locked, trapping the fiery liquid inside her mouth. Soon her face, neck and shoulders were steaming with his jizz, causing their bodies to smack, stick together.
"Mmmmmmm!" she gurgled, enjoying an especially wonderful spasm of orgasm. She lifted her other hand from her cunt and crushed his body forward, digging her fingers into his asshole. As she did, the last of his milky jism burst into her throat. "Aaaaghhhh!" she choked, lapping it down, again becoming inflamed with pure, raw ecstasy.
"Unhhhhhh," Mike said, falling forward, crushing his full weight into her mouth. "Keep sucking," he panted. "God, baby, lick my dick . . . forever!"
When Sharon got all she could from his cock, she gently pushed him away, moving with him. As he flopped to his back, she began licking and chewing all over his crotch, sucking the cooling pools of cum into her throat. When he was entirely clean, she kissed his nuts, then began jacking his meat slowly.
"Want to give me some more?" she murmured. "Mmmmmmm, I could drink fifty gallons of this sweet cream!"
"Shit . . . I'll bet you could," Mike said, feeling his strength return. "But if you eat cock like that, I'm almost afraid to find out what else you can do."
"Oh, don't be afraid," she teased, sitting back. She cupped her tits, then lifted them. When the nipples touched her chin, she lowered her face and darted her tongue over the rubbery surfaces. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said, looking at him with a sensuous grin. "I'm going to make you feel so . . . " Her words were cut off as the telephone rang, shattering the mood. She exhaled loudly, then shrugged her shoulders.
"Just a second," she said, reaching for the receiver. "I'll be right with you."
She answered the phone, listened for a few seconds, then frowned. It was Gina, wondering if she and Gary were supposed to come over that night. How could she even think of anything else right now? All that mattered with that big-dicked stud lying next to her. She didn't want to think of Gina, even of Gary, or Fred . . .
"Fred!" she gasped into the receiver. "I was supposed to take him lunch! I forgot!"
"Anything special?" Gina asked. "I. . . mean, if you're busy, I could take it for you."
"Would you?" Sharon said. "Just pick up some chicken or some tacos. God, Gina, I appreciate this! I'm really . . . uh, busy right now. Uh, cleaning my oven."
"I don't mind at all," Gina said, her voice measured and calm. She was glad she was on the phone, however, because she was so excited she was ready to piss in her pants. "I don't mind at all."
"You're a doll," Sharon said. "I'll do you a favor, OK?"
She hung up the phone, then turned to the blond, young giant.
"Now, where were we?" she asked.
"I think you were about to clean your oven," he smiled.
"Oh, no," she whispered, straddling him. "You're gonna clean it." She held his cock up and nudged the tip of it inside her swollen canal. "And I want you to just scrub the living fuck out of it!"