Chapter 4
Jean Clark felt like a new woman the next morning. She relaxed totally in the tub, letting the warm water soothe and caress her body. Her eyes were wide open from the first good night's sleep. She remembered vividly everything that had happened between her and Tom Smith.
Sam, her husband, had come home late in the evening and, as usual, watched a little television and then went off to bed without asking how her day went. But she shrugged his indifference off with fond memories of Tom.
Tom Smith was blessed with a cock that wouldn't go down after his first premature come. No matter how many times he came, he regained his hard-on with only a minute or two of sucking. Her mind drifted back to the previous day.
"Fuck my ass. Fuck it!" she had screamed as Tom penetrated her asshole with his finger.
She had wanted to be fucked in the ass for years now, but her husband just wouldn't hear of it. He said that ass fucking was disgusting and that only animals fucked that way.
If Sam had come home early he would have found Jean on her knees, wiggling her asscheeks at Tom as he slipped his finger in and out of her asshole, sending shiners through her body.
"Kiss it ... lick it, Tom. Please," she pleaded. "Make my asshole nice and wet with your saliva."
Tom was only too willing to kiss her asshole. Removing his finger, he instantly lowered his mouth down onto her ass and kissed and sucked hard at her asshole. Jean cried out and pressed her asscheeks against his mouth as his tongue penetrated her asshole.
Tom spread her asscheeks farther apart and thrust his tongue in and out, fucking the shit out of her ass with his tongue, and Jean loved it. Finally, much to her pleasure, he withdrew his tongue and asked, "You ready?"
"Yes ... yes ... oh, God, am I ready! Shove it in! Ram that fucker straight into my asshole!" she uttered, taking deep sighing breaths. She had been fucked in the ass a few times by an old boyfriend before she met Sam and learned to like ass fucking very much, never realizing then that Sam didn't even want to talk about ass fucking.
Tom smeared the head of his cock with cum and pussy juice, rubbing his bulbous prickhead between her dripping cunt lips. With his cock lubricated, he placed his prick on her squirming puckered assflesh and instantly felt her asshole tighten.
Holding onto her asscheeks, he slowly forced his prickhead in, hearing her gasp as she tried to hold back cries of pain. Tears formed in her eyes and roped down her flushed cheeks. As he continued to apply pressure, he felt the tightness of her ass muscle. With a gentle push, he popped his bulbous prickhead in. Feeling the inner warmth of her asshole, he continued the penetration.
"Uuuuurrggh!" she screamed. "God, it hurts! It hurts." She closed her eyes as her tears flowed freely. "Oh ... damn ... don't stop ... fuck me ... fuck my ass! I love it!"
As he continued forcing more of his cock in, he slipped two fingers into her cunt and scooped out globs of cum and pussy juice. He immediately added the lubrication to his burning cockshaft as his prick continued to bury itself deeper and deeper into her asshole.
"Damn," he muttered shoving his cock in without pause, pulling her asscheeks towards his crotch. "Open up ... open up, Jean," he said, feeling the pressure of her ass muscles. "Relax ... honey ... relax your body." He sighed, feeling his balls slapping against her wet and dripping cunt.
With his cock totally buried in her ass, he stopped and took a breather, letting her adjust to his prick. Jean thought she was being split in two and had to look back again to make sure that it was his cock and not his fist that he had rammed into her asshole.
"Heaven in hell, it hurts ... but no ... no ... don't take it out. Fuck me ... fuck my ass!" she panted.
Tom slowly withdrew his cock. When his prick was almost out, he slid his cockshaft back in. With each thrust, he moved his cock a little faster and faster.
"Oooohh ... aaaahhh," she moaned, pushing her ass back, wiggling her asscheeks as he continued to fuck her ass passage.
"You love it, don't you?" Tom asked, sensing his cock slipping in and out a lot easier with each passing minute. He was lasting a long time and her asshole was getting the fucking of its life.
"Oh Tom ... come inside me ... come inside my ass," she urged, feeling warmth penetrating every inch of her body. The pain was subsiding rapidly as waves of pleasure took its place.
"Almost there, love," he replied without missing a thrust. And as he fucked her asshole, he cupped her tits, massaging her two swinging mounds of tit flesh. He pinched her erect nipples and pressed her tits together, rubbing them back and forth.
"Oh yes ... yes, Tom, I love it," she said, finally answering his question. "Fill my ass with your jism. Refill me ... pour it into my asshole," she moaned. She touched her clit and cried out as a cold shiver raced through her body.
"Oh, baby ... play with my clit ... leave my tits for now and play with my clit," she said, gasping for breath. She always felt better when someone else played with her clit. Tom was only too happy to oblige and placed his fingers over her quivering knob of slippery flesh.
"Fuck my asshole and play with my clit at the same time," she begged, shaking from head to foot.
She threw her head back and wiggled her hips, rotating them as her orgasm approached. Her climax came nearer with each thrust of his cock and with each touch of his two fingers on and around her clit.
She came explosively, her shuddering climax coursing through her body. Her mind returned to the present. She blinked several times and shook the thoughts out of her head. That was yesterday and today was another day.
She was glad and relieved when Sam hadn't tried to fuck her last night, remaining his usual cold self, or he might have gotten suspicious.
Jean slipped a hand down between her thighs and touched her pussy and then softly felt the soreness of her asshole. Fingering her asshole, she hoped that Tom would return soon and fuck her ass all over again.
Shit, she suddenly thought, he would have to come back since we never got around to filing out the form.
With that promising thought, she dried herself and slipped on a pair of panties. Walking through the bedroom, she picked up her short robe, the same one she had worn yesterday, and was about to sit down in the living room when the doorbell rang.
"Tom?" she whispered, wondering who it could be. "Tom!" she repeated and raced for the front door.
The smile faded when she opened the door. "Hi," she said, looking at the young kid that she had seen yesterday across the street.
"Mrs. Clark, I think I have something here you'll find interesting," Ricky Woods said flatly, handing her an envelope. "May I come in?"
Jean was slightly puzzled by his words but she took the envelope and closed the door behind him. "Why you dirty little bastard!" she exclaimed, sorting though the many pictures. "How dare you! Why I should ..."
"Do nothing except what I tell you to do," Ricky finished for her. He stepped up to her and slipped a hand under her robe and felt her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
Jean stepped back, frightened, and hotly said, "Get out! Don't you dare touch me again!" She held the pictures firmly with both hands. "Now get out of my house!"
"Tearing up the pictures will do no good. I have lots of extras," he explained calmly. "I have a darkroom and plenty of paper."
"What ... what do you want?" she asked, her hands shaking slightly. Still holding the pictures, she tightened her robe around herself. The pictures clearly showed what had gone on between herself and Tom Smith yesterday. Damn, if only Tom was here right now, she thought. He would know what to do with this fucking kid!
Ricky was taller than Jean. Locking the front door, he stepped forward and opened her robe, exposing her tits which were rising and falling with each breath she took. Her nipples had grown hard and erect from the excitement.
"If you treat me right, lady, you'll get all the pictures back and no one will be the wiser," Ricky said, looking at her body and feeling his hard-on throbbing with horny anticipation,
Jean was aghast. She had never been raped in her life but here, she was being threatened with exposure if she didn't fuck this kid. But why should she care about the exposure? Her marriage? Things were not working out between her and Sam lately but ... yes, she should care. Sam was rich!
"What you're saying is that if I have sex with you, I get the pictures? That if I let you fuck me, you'll keep your mouth shut?" she asked, feeling a chill going up her spine.
She felt like a piece of meat up for sale, being examined by a buyer. It was degrading, but she couldn't think of anything else to do but stand there and let him touch her pussy.
"You have a beautiful body, Jean. May I call you Jean?" He pushed a finger into her cunt, forcing the fabric of her panties between her pussy lips. The panties were at the breaking point before he withdrew his finger. The panties remained clasped between her cunt lips.
"Who are you?" Jean asked, staring into his eyes. "Who are you, and how do you think you can get away with this? Blackmail is against the law," she said, gaining some control over her body as she stopped shaking.
"No shit! Except I'm not blackmailing you," Ricky said. "You're going to fuck me because you want to. You like me. And you want to suck and fuck my cock like the guy you fucked yesterday."
Jean gave it some thought and stepped back again, still feeling weak in the knees. She needed to sit down. She needed a drink. "Is it all right if I make myself a drink?" she asked, walking towards the kitchen.
"Go right ahead," he replied, watching her ass as she disappeared into the kitchen.
"Say, are you old enough to drink?" she asked, from the kitchen.
"Don't get smart with me," he replied, suddenly standing next to her. He slapped her hard on her asscheeks. Jean fell silent and then found herself being bent forwards. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, feeling her ass. "Does it still hurt?" he repeated. To make a point, he pulled her panties down and rammed his finger into her asshole.
"Oooohh, yes ... yes ... it hurts," she confessed, holding onto the table, tears coming to her eyes.
Ricky thrust his finger in and out of her asshole a few times. "Good. The next time I ask you a question, answer me!"
Jean took a sip of her drink as he continued to fuck his finger in and out of her asshole. "Ooohh ... let's not waste time. You want me here in the kitchen or in the bedroom?" she asked, deciding to give in to his demands. She had no choice. She liked the good life that Sam provided her. Sex she could get from guys like Tom Smith and a kid like this blackmailer. A cock was a cock!
Ricky withdrew his finger and slipped it into her cunt. "The bedroom."
Jean quickly pulled her panties up and led him into the bedroom. As she walked, she felt a sensation inside her pussy. She was getting wet. The kid was actually arousing hers. She left the pictures on the kitchen table, next to her drink.
"You really want it ... don't you?" Ricky said, rubbing her hot pussy as he pushed her back on the bed. Jean spread her legs and thrust her pussy up against his hand.
"I take it that your husband's not giving you much prick, is he?" he asked, pulling her panties off, dropping them on the floor.
"Say, you're only a kid. How can you know so much about life?" Jean asked, finding both of his thumbs entering her mouth.
"Suck them. Suck my thumbs," ho said, ignoring her question. "Suck them as if they were two cocks. You would just love to suck two cocks at the same time, wouldn't you?" he asked, moving his thumbs inside her mouth.
"Yesss ... yesss," she hissed, remembering his slap, forcing the words out as she dosed her lips around his thumbs.
"You want to suck my cock then?" he asked, moving the thumbs in and out of her mouth as she sucked and licked them. "Go on, feel my cock. Take it out." He felt his hard prick pressing fully against his pants.
Jean undid his buckle, pulled his zipper down, and freed his cock. She instantly wrapped her hand around his long thick prickshaft and felt the blood pulsing warmly through his cock.
"That's a good girl," Ricky said, loving the feel of her fist on his cock. He removed his thumbs from her mouth. "Big enough for you?" he asked, smiling, taking pride in his prick.
Jean was amazed at the size of his cock. He was only a teenager but already he had a prick like a grown man. Like a very big grown man, she thought. His cock throbbed in her fist, and she started to stroke his prick gently, answering him in the only way that was necessary.
"Suck it then. Suck my cock like you did what's-his-name's yesterday," he commanded. "Open that pretty mouth and suck my cock flesh inside!"
Jean didn't dare look into his eyes for fear of showing him the gleam in her eyes. She wanted to suck his throbbing piece of prick into her mouth and drain his balls clean of cum. The affair with Tom Smith had opened up a new world for her, although the kid didn't realize it at the moment.
Ricky stood at the edge of the bed, between her legs, and pulled her head towards his cock. Jean his cock and opened her mouth, giving the bulbous cockhead a kiss and licking his prick wetly, tasting the fuck juice that was seeping out slowly from his pee hole.
"Ooohhh ... oohhh," Ricky moaned, feeling her lips and tongue on his cock. As she sucked his bulbous prickhead between her lips, he thrust his hips hard and buried the total length of his cock inside her mouth. His balls, heavy with his cum, slapped against her chin.
"Oh, yes, I love it. Love it!" he groaned, welcoming the warmth of her mouth around his massive prickshaft. "Suck it. Suck it," he said, ramming his cock down her throat.
Jean gagged for a second as his bulbous prickhead slammed against the back of her throat. She quickly recovered and, breathing through her nose, started to suck his fucking prick, licking his cock with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, baby ... baby ... suck it ... suck it," he groaned, sighing deeply as her lips slid up and down his penetrating prickshaft. The blood was rushing wildly through his prick veins and made them appear like steel cables on a giant piston.
"Uuurrrghh ... mmmmmm," Jean moaned, holding his asscheeks solidly, digging her nails in as she moved her mouth faster and faster, meeting his thrusts. Feeling her lips stretching and her jaw beginning to ache, she only sucked that much harder.
She slipped one hand down from his asscheek and took hold of his swinging balls and milked them as his cock jerked within her mouth, banging against her cheeks, pushing them out with each thrust.
"I'm going to come ... come," Ricky muttered, tightening his hold on her head, rubbing his crotch hair against her nose with each throat-fucking thrust, letting her inhale the aroma of his cock.
Jean wrapped her tongue around his prick and licked the sensitive area just beneath his bulbous cockhead. With the continuous sucking and licking, she thought he would blow his wad any second. Her fingers confirmed her suspicions as she played over his ball see.
Suddenly she was swallowing a massive dose of white, sticky cum as his hard-on went into orgiastic spasms. She continued to suck and swallow his cum as it filled her mouth but soon found the load to be too much as it overflowed, dripping down her chin in rivers.
The jism mixed with her saliva and formed around her sealed lips as Ricky breathlessly thrust his prick into her sucking mouth, pumping jism without end.
"Aaahhh," she finally sighed, freeing her mouth from his cock. She fell back on the bed, still swallowing the cum inside her mouth and licking her lips clean.
Ricky raised her legs and, spreading them wide, plunged his still-hard prick into her pussy and continued to fuck, building up another load of cum.
All Jean could remember later was moaning two words over and over, "Fuck me. Fuck me."