Chapter 7
"Fuck me!" Sharon cried out. "Jesus Christ, fuck my brains out, you big bull!"
"Oh . . . baby," Mike whispered, running the tip of his tongue over the soft flesh of her shoulders. "You just lay there like a good little girl and I'll poke your asshole right up between your lungs!"
He spread her legs wide and got to his knees. Then for several seconds he just admired the delicate contours of her back, the way her tiny waist gave way to her rounded, firm ass. The hair against the back of her neck gave her flesh an even greater contrast. He felt almost like a cannibal, wanting to devour her.
"I could eat you alive, baby," he murmured. "God, you're beautiful!"
"Do it later," Sharon murmured into the pillow. "I . . .1 want that big thing in my asshole right now. I want it hard, too! Really ream me out."
"Wow, I've never known a lady who was so fucking dick-hungry," Mike said. "Where have you been all my life?"
Sharon gave a soft groan, waiting for the pressure of his cock inside her shitter. She didn't really want to say much more to him, because he seemed to be taking this all a little too seriously. How would he feel if he knew the only reason he was even here was because he looked like someone else?
She thought of Gary suddenly, wishing it had been him instead of Mike. Sure, Mike was good. Great, even. But it had all been purely physical. And with her head in the pillows like this, she could hardly even remember what he looked like.
He had blond hair like Gary, a nice cock like Gary probably had, a tight, firm ass . . .
It was Gary suddenly nudging into her crack. Mike dissolved into memory. It was Gary's huge cock piercing her shitter.
"Give it to me!" she screamed. Gary!
"Give it to me!" Gary!
"You got it, baby," Mike growled, thrusting his hips forward. He entered her shitter easily, and felt his balls nestle just at the bottom of her pussy. "Oh fuck . . . like this?" he whispered, leaning forward, crushing his body over hers.
From the corner of her eye, Sharon saw the strands of blond hair. They were the color of corn, just like Gary's. His hands were on her shoulders, long capable-looking fingers, digging into her flesh. It was Gary holding her.
"Oh Jesus!" she wailed, bucking. A stabbing ripple of pure ecstasy shot up and down her spine, tingling both her shit and cunt canals. "Hard, you bastard! Give it to me! Load up my asshole with a whole vat of cum!"
"Oh, lady, I don't believe you," Mike said. She had gotten excited before, but nothing like this! He had to hold her tightly just to keep from getting bucked off. And the way her shitter was working on his prick!
"Almost as good as that cocksucking mouth of yours," he murmured, biting into the flesh at the back of her neck.
Sharon began humping and writhing, her aching desires growing more intense. And each quick stab of his rock-hard prod sent her to new heights of ecstasy. Soon, her entire body was shivering with release, her insides melting.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked, lifting her head, then falling back down. "Now! Fuck me hard . . . now!"
As her passion became almost like a rage, Mike felt his own pleasure mount dramatically. He had hoped they could take this one slowly, make it last. It was more than obvious, however, it wouldn't be possible. Her climax had created a vacuum which was practically yanking his cum from his nuts!
"Take it, you fucking slut," he panted, now bobbing his ass up and down, digging his cock in and out of her shitter with brutal thrusts. "Take my prick all the way in and fuck me dry! Unh! Take it! Unh! Take it all!"
As he said the last word, his climax tore from his balls and showered up the center of his plunging meat. It seemed to boil inside his cockhead for a split-second, then exploded wildly from his cum-hole, filming up her creamy insides. As the juice hit her, he gave a low, choking moan, burying his face in her peach-colored hair.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sharon screamed, reaching around and clutching his pumping ass. Another storm of raw pleasure burned into her opening, melting downward. Both her canals seemed to mold together, become one mass of writhing flesh.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed, her ecstasy peaking violently.
For the next several moments the man plowed into her body with every ounce of strength he could manage, finally collapsing from sheer exhaustion. His breath was hot against her neck, his chest heaving wildly.
"Oh baby, that . . . that was the best," he said, his voice raspy, pained. "I ... I wish I could have this sweet ass to fuck for the rest of my life."
"Mmmmmm, me too," Sharon said honestly. At that moment she wouldn't have changed anything. It was absolutely perfect the way she felt. She didn't care whose cock it was, in fact. Just so long as she had some hard meat.
"My turn," she whispered, squirming from beneath him. "Roll over and I'll blow your brains out, sonny."
"Use my gun," the man laughed. "I think it's still loaded."
"Mmmmm, it had better be," Sharon said. "If I don't get a lot of cum to suck, your ass is down the road."
As she nestled herself between his legs, she wondered why she had suddenly gotten so bitchy. Maybe it was because she was feeling guilty, or that she was using Mike. He was a nice guy, after all. Or maybe it was disappointing pretending he was Gary when he wasn't.
She bit down on his cock as if she were angry, furious. She then licked the full length into her throat and squeezed her lips as tightly as possible. When she yanked up, a thick lump of cum which had lain hidden in his cum-tube, burst from the end of his cock. She gulped it down, then savagely attacked his prick once more.
"Hey!" Mike said, almost alarmed. "Why don't you slow down? You're gonna bite it off!"
Sharon ignored his plea. Instead, she went even faster, almost as if she had to do it in record time. Her nails were stabbing into the hard flesh of his thighs, and she could feel tiny bits of skin scrape off.
"Ouch, baby . . . slow . . . down," Mike panted. He now looked frightened. When he came would she actually bite his cock and balls off and swallow them? Crazy ass lady! "Don't . . . don't. . ."he stammered.
"Mmmmffff!" Sharon choked, feeling his cockhead throb between her tonsils. Every ounce of her strength was devoted to pulling his cock in and out of her throat. Suddenly, she felt the steamy warmth of his jizz.
"Oh . . . shit!" Mike grunted. He'd never had anything like this! It was like she was hating with her mouth! "Slow. . . slow ..."
From the corner of her eye, Sharon saw the man's pained expression. And as his prick burst with cream, sending a delicious shower into the back of her throat, he had suddenly become Gary!
"Gary!" she screamed, lifting her head. As she did, a thick, oozing stream of cum crawled from her lips and swung from her chin. "Wha-what are you doing here!"
Neither had noticed that Gary had entered the room and was standing beside the bed, his hands on his hips, his expression cold and hard.
"Who's . . . this?" Mike spluttered, looking caught. "Your . . . your husband?"
"No, I'm her Mama," Gary replied, his voice steely. "Now get your clothes on before I break your fucking neck."
"Gary . . ." Sharon said weakly, wiping the cum from her chin.
"I came by to see if you wanted to have lunch," Gary cut in. "But I see you have already . . . eaten."
Fear clutched at Sharon like an iron fist. She couldn't even speak. And while she and Gary stared at each other, the young man danced around, pulling on his clothes, relieved that he was still alive.
"Jesus," he gasped, shooting them one final look, leaving them alone. He was about to say, "See you," but thought it very unwise. The way that blond cat was looking at him . . . well, he'd think twice about doing something like this again!
Let that broad pinch someone else on the ass!
While the young man was taking the front steps two at a time, Gary folded his arms and shook his head.
"Well?" he said.
"Well, what?" Sharon said. "You want me to explain?"
She had intended to sound outraged. It was her house, and after all, he was just a brother-in-law. It was none of his goddamned business what she did. Her words, however, seemed like a plea.
"My brother's wife," Gary said, again shaking his head like a school teacher. "In his own bed."
"Are you going to tell him?" Sharon asked. She hadn't even thought about this really, maybe played with the idea. It could have easily been Fred. "I mean, he'll probably break my neck."
"No, I'm not going to tell him," Gary said. "But I do want to know one thing. Why? My God, Sharon, why?"
"Oh boy, you're not going to believe this," she said. "Not in a million years. So I just won't tell you."
"Try me," he said, trying desperately not to look at her tits. Dammit, why didn't she cover herself! Little whore. She even makes my cock throb. Like a fucking toothache. "Go ahead," he urged. "I've got all afternoon."
"OK, but like I say, you might not believe me," she began. She took a deep breath and looked away. "I . . . I, well, I thought that guy was you when I saw him at the mall today. He had hair the same color as yours, and that tight little ass. And . . . and, well, I pretended he was you."
"Me!" Gary said. Now he'd heard them all. "How in Christ do you expect me to believe . . ."
"It's true," she said, tears now stinging her cheeks. "I'd close my eyes and pretend it was your cock inside me, your cum in my throat." She shrugged her shoulders suddenly. "Except that last time," she added. "I ... I went kinda crazy."
'I'll say," Gary whistled. "I thought you were gonna suck that guy's brains out! I mean literally!"
"I guess I'm glad you stopped us," she said. "It might have gotten ugly."
Gary relaxed a little. If she was bullshitting, she sure knew how to do it. The story sounded fantastic, but he wanted to believe it whether it was true or not. Pretended that little stud was me, huh?
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" he asked. "We could have . . . uh, done something about it. Maybe."
"Well, I didn't want to hurt Gina, or Fred and . .."
"So why do they have to know?" he said, now grinning. "I think Gina might be having an affair anyway."
"What!" Sharon said, her mouth agape. "That's impossible!"
"Something is bothering her, that's all I know," he said. "But whatever it is, I'm certainly not going to do any complaining. She's fucking me like a goddamned mink lately."
"Gina? An affair?" Sharon said. She couldn't even picture it. She was so sweet, so innocent. What crummy bastard would dare lay his hands on her!
"So now all we have to do is get Fred hooked up with someone, then we'll all be equal," Gary said, moving his hands to his belt buckle.
"Huh?" Sharon said, swallowing hard.
"Well, if Gina is having an affair and you and I are having one ..."
"Us?"
"Yep, you and me," he laughed. "You don't have to do any pretending from now on. You can have the real thing if you want it."
Poor Fred, she thought suddenly. He was left out in the cold. If what Gary said was true, about Gina, and she and Gary got it on . . .
"Fred could never have an affair," she said, licking her lips, her eyes on the thick bulge in Gary's pants. "He's just too down to earth."
"But we're not, are we?" Gary asked.
"No. We're not," Sharon answered.
They looked at each other for a long while, then fell into each other's arms.
"Oh . . . Gary," Sharon murmured. "At last I have you! And . . . God, how I want you!"
"Just make sure when you're screwing me, you're not pretending I'm someone else," he laughed.
Oddly enough, Fred was on her mind more now than ever before.