Chapter 1
Donna Davidson felt another stabbing sensation in her cunt. This time it was even more demanding than the one before, inflaming her with a now-familiar ache she knew wouldn't be relieved.
She turned to one side and faced the sleeping form of her husband, studying his angular features. Softened by the amber light from behind the curtains, his face looked even more handsome than ever. He had the rugged appearance of a mountain-climber, a lumberjack, or a construction worker.
Bill Davidson was an accountant.
He spent eight hours a day lining up figures, balancing to the penny, his cool mind contemptuous of disorder of any sort. Unfortunately, this attitude spilled over into his homelife. On the debit side—for their age group^was the need for two orgasms a week. He had just credited the account with the second one to balance out the week.
It wasn't that he was a bad lover, however. Donna would be the first to admit that he was more than adequate. Perhaps it was the lack of spontaneity. She always felt she was preparing for a rocket-launching, instead of a fucking session.
"Bill?" she whispered, reaching out. Her fingers touched the sculptured lines of his chest, sending an electric-like jolt of pleasure up her arm. "Bill . . . wake up," she added, louder.
"Hmmmmm?" he asked, snorting. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I want you to ... hug me," she said, snuggling closer, lowering her fingers to his flat, hairy stomach. The side of his limp, meaty cock brushed the side of her hand. "Please hug me," she said softly, kissing his earlobe.
"Sure, baby," he said, immediately falling back to sleep.
"Oh . . . Bill," she murmured, grasping the thick mass of his prick, working the loose foreskin up and down the shaft. "I ... I want you!"
She kissed down to his neck, then rolled over, squeezing her knees between his thighs. As she lowered herself, she felt his dick throb to life, rolling across her skin.
"Let me suck you," she whispered, leaving a glistening trail of spit over his chest, his stomach. She grasped his muscular thighs for support and lowered her face to his crotch. "Oh . . . yes," she groaned, thrusting her tongue into the golden-colored hairs that surrounded his perfectly proportioned cock.
"Hmmmmm?" Bill moaned, flinching, a sticky warmth saturating his dreams.
"Hush, baby," Donna said softly, working her lips over the tip of his rock-hard shaft. "Just lay there and let me suck you all night long."
As the thick, pulsating cock inched across her tongue, then throbbed between her tonsils, Donna felt her insides churn with more intensity. Maybe he wouldn't wake up this time, she thought. Maybe he would lie there and let her eat out that delicious cum, feel it slide down the back of her throat.
"Ooommmm!" she gasped, the mere thought of wads of jism enough to cause her pussy to twitch.
"Hmmmm?" Bill said, his eyes fluttering open. "Donna? What are you doing?"
"Sucking this big, hard slab of cock," she said, her hunger now almost unbearable. "And don't say no. I'm not leaving here this time until I've had my fill."
Bill was stunned. He'd never before heard her use that tone with him before.
"Well, don't bite my head off," he said, not only irritated with her attitude, but also by the fact that she knew full well they needed their sleep.
"The only head I'm going to bite off is your cockhead," she said, rolling the oval mass over her tongue. "Mmmmm, it's so delicious," she added, her voice a gurgle.
"Donna ... I wish you wouldn't," he said, exhaling loudly. "You know very well that. . . "
His words were choked off when he felt the throbbing spasm at the base of his cock. Something sure was bugging her, he thought. He'd never felt anything like that before! She was eating on his prick like it was the last one on earth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Donna growled, twisting her head around in his crotch, her lips tightly pursed at the root of his meat. She pulled up slowly, barely scraping her teeth over the rubbery flesh. She then spit his cockhead from her mouth, letting his shaft hit his stomach with a dull smack. "I . . . I want to suck you all over," she said, licking into the wiry crotch hairs.
Bill looked over at the clock and noted that it was almost two. And even though it was a Friday night, he still had several things to do in the morning. There was the lawn to do, of course, and two sections of the fence needed repairing, and ...
"What... are you doing?" he gasped suddenly.
"I said I was going to suck you all over," Donna said, squeezing his thighs apart. The tip of her tongue was now flickering into the crack of his ass, touching the short, bristly hairs.
"But you're ..."
"Gonna lick out your shitter," she finished for him, working her tongue into the dark, greasy hole. She lifted his ass and clamped her mouth firmly over the entrance, jabbing inside with her tongue at the same time. "Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, the vibrations of her voice sweeping through the acrid-tasting channel.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" Bill winced, his hips jerking upward involuntarily. "I ... I don't believe you!"
"Mmmmmm, I do," Donna whispered, chewing at the soft rim of his asshole. "And I'm going to get what I want tonight... or else."
As Bill lay there, confused with what she was doing, he knew it would be useless to argue. But they would certainly have a talk in the morning! Oh well, might as well enjoy it. If he could. The sensations that gripped his body were unfamiliar, puzzling.
"God, Bill, I love your body," Donna said, now feeling the full intensity of her desires. She lifted her face, then sat back on her haunches, studying him more carefully. Although thirty-eight, he still had the body of a twenty-year-old, not an ounce of fat anywhere. He was almost too perfect, she thought. It didn't seem decent somehow that a man should look so good. Maybe if he weren't so sexy, she wouldn't feel this way all the time.
His six-two frame was hard and angular, his skin tanned and smooth, his square face framed with hair the color of cornsilk. And even in this light, the blue of his eyes was bright and alive. But even better than that sculptured, hairy chest, the narrow waist, the long, muscular legs, was his prick. It had to be almost a foot long, thick and juicy-looking. It lay nestled in a lush growth of hair, just above two monstrous balls.
She cupped his balls, feeling the vibration of a fresh load of cum, then rolled them upward, touching the loose flesh to the sides of his cock.
"Don't you think we should go back to sleep?" her husband asked, realizing as he said it that it was a ridiculous question. The hunger in her eyes was almost animal-like. "Next Tuesday we can ..."
"If I don't get it tonight," she whispered, looking at him evenly, "there won't be a next Tuesday, or any Tuesday or Friday."
"Donna ..."
"Just be quiet," she murmured, closing her eyes, homing in on his cock with her sense of smell. Her lips touched the warm slab of flesh, causing the back of her throat to jerk. "Unhhhhh!" she cried, pushing her legs together, trying to relieve the itch that burned at her cunt opening.
"Jesus Christ," Bill said, grabbing for the sheets. Her mouth was sliding down his meat, her lips pursed so tight it felt exactly like her pussy! "Oh . . . Donnal'^
His wife banged her nose against his stomach, then worked her mouth savagely around the thick root of his shaft. As she slowly pulled upward, she fucked her tongue wildly around his meat, filling the room with smacking sounds.
"Cock!" Donna gasped, throwing her left leg over his, lowering her cunt down onto his knee. When the bony projection hit her blood-engorged clit, a thundering orgasm burst around her cunt. "Oh . . . cock!" she screamed, again gobbling his cock into her mouth to the base.
When her lips closed around the base of his shaft, she immediately pulled back up, only to lunge back down once more. She began repeating the quick action until, soon, her head became a blur, her shoulder-length black hair fanning about her face like a dark halo.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she groaned, her face contorting as the anguish in her body grew more fierce.
"Jesus . . . suck it!" Bill grunted, amazed that he'd even said the words. He'd never felt like this before, and the sensations that now ripped into his nuts almost set his teeth on edge. "Eat... it all in, you cum-gurgling cocksucker!"
"Ohhhh . . . yes," Donna spluttered, digging her nails into the hard flesh of his thighs, jabbing his crotch harder against her face. She could already taste the steam from his balls, feeling it etch the back of her throat. "Mmmm, I want it! I... I want it all!" she gasped.
"Eat, bitch!" Bill ordered, grabbing her head with both hands. He closed his fingers into the silky hair and banged her furiously, downward. At the same time, he punched his hips upward, totally impaling her throat with his iron-like cock. "Suck it all the way in, and ... and . . . God . . . baby, I love the way you're taking it all ..."
His words hissed to silence as he felt an enormous spasm at the base of his shaft. He tried desperately to hold back the onslaught for a few more precious seconds, but it was useless. Already his cockhead was jerking wildly, so engorged with blood it felt as if it would burst.
He sat up suddenly, and spread his legs. Then, as the full intensity of his orgasm inflamed his loins, he seemed to see his wife in an entirely new light. She was no longer the charming mother of his three children. She was a sucking machine, a fluttering throat to jab full of hot cum.
"Lick it in, whore!" he barked, shoving her to her back. He leaned forward and grabbed the silky strands of hair in his palms, gouging her face brutally between his thighs. He squirmed around for a few seconds, easing his knees into her armpits, then sat down on her ripened, pointed tits. "Suck ... my dick . . .good, you slut!" he grimaced, humping wildly into her mouth.
Donna had never before seen him react this way, like an animal, yet she loved every second of it. She was now fully engulfed in his hard, pumping masculinity, her flesh scraped raw from his short, wiry hairs. But the most fantastic thing was the way his cock was stabbing in and out of her throat, shoving farther downward with each hard thrust.
"Unhhhhhhh!" she groaned, raking her nails over his small ass. A thundering wave of raw release exploded at her cunt rim, sending a buttery shower of pure ecstasy up and down her canal. She jerked upward until she couldn't breathe, feeling another convulsion fluttering in her cunt. "Aaaaghhhhi" she choked, jabbing her fingers into his slick ass crack.
When B|ll felt the twin sensations of having his cock eaten wildly and her fingers probing into his shitter, he simply couldn't take any more. He let himself go completely, then felt the beginnings of what he knew would be an all-consuming release. His balls seemed to turn inside out suddenly, his cock split from bottom to top.
"Goddddd!" he groaned, throwing his head back, his chest heaving until he thought his lungs would burst. "Suck . . . suck . . . suck . . . you cocksucking whore!"
As he spat the last word out, the first of his boiling cum blasted from his nuts and expanded his shaft. The flaming juices seemed to bubble inside Jiis cockhead for an eternity, then shot from his cum-hole.
"Now!" he wailed, bouncing forward with his full weight, hammering his cock in and out of her mouth like a sex-starved animal. "Eat. . . cunt! Suck . . . me . . . dry!"
"Mmmmmfffff!" Donna cried out, her voice lost in the furry warmth of his crotch, his lunging cockshaft. As the splattering jism bolted from the tip of his meat and slammed into the back of her throat, a new, even more wonderful spasm tore at her cunt. She inhaled quickly, the mixture of cum and air rattling in her throat.
"All of it," Bill gasped, his words barely audible as he buried his face in the pillow. "God, baby, suck my dick off!"
As he humped the bulk of his orgasm over the top of her tongue, Donna felt one gigantic release after another, until her body tingled with fiery satisfaction. Yet as she gobbled down the lava-like cum, her hunger increased.
"Unhhhhhhh!" Bill said at last, grinding in the final spurt of cum. He fell forward, relaxing, crushing his weight into her face, feeling as if he'd blown his very brains into her throat. "Yes, yes, yes," he murmured.
Long after he'd stopped pumping his jism into her throat Donna sucked furiously, trying not to miss one single, silvery drop. Yet even her mouth couldn't have taken all he had to offer. Large wads of jism glistened up her cheeks, lay smoldering in the hollow of her throat, glued her chin to his nuts.
"Mmmmmmm, delicious," she whispered, pushing against his middle, moving him to his back. As he flopped over, she bit down on his crotch, lapping up the stray wads. "I. . .I want more! God, gallons more!"
While she worked on him like a starving kitten, Bill's mind reordered itself. What had happened was a fluke, he knew, something they shouldn't count on each time. In fact, they shouldn't actually count on it happening again. They both had a future to build, and they certainly couldn't spend all their time making love like this, like a couple of teenagers! Why, the lawn wouldn't get mowed, and the fence wouldn't get repaired, and only God knew what it would do to his career.
"We'll just forget this ever happened," he said kindly, pushing her away, giving her a smile that usually made her knees buckle.
"Huh?" Donna said stupidly, her jaw hanging slack. "Forget?"
"Let's go to sleep, baby," he urged. "We'll talk about it in the morning."
A sudden rage hit Donna, and nineteen years of marriage seemed in jeopardy. Who cared if he looked like the golden stud? Who cared if he had a cock like a bull? What good was it if she had to practically beg for it aH the time?
"I'm leaving you," her words came out, shocking even herself. "Now. I'm not going to be logical and wait for the morning. I'm not going to be sensible and talk this out. I'm leaving."
"Leaving?'' Bill asked, pronouncing the word as if it were foreign. "Are you crazy? How can you leave me? I have a good job, you have three wonderful children, a nice house, everything you want!"
"No," she said, scrambling from the bed, "I don't have everything. I . . .I don't have you. You're like a machine, Bill. A calculator. And calculators don't act crazy once in a while."
"I... don't understand," her husband said dully, watching her dress. "This isn't like you. Just to leave in the middle of the night..."
"It's crazy, isn't it?" Donna said sarcastically. "Well, by God, I don't care if it is crazy! I like being crazy!" She stood looking at him for a long time, her chest heaving. Finally, she measured her words carefully and spoke.
"And until you ... act crazy, I'm not coming back," she said. "You're a wonderful man, Bill, but you're not human." She turned and left him without another word.
And as the cool night air hit her when she walked swiftly down the front steps, she felt free and alive for the first time in so long.
Too long.
Without another thought, she got into her car and backed out of the driveway and headed the car toward Wayne's apartment. Wayne was their oldest, a young rebel who had had the courage to move out, even though it wasn't sensible by his father's standards. After all, the college was located right in town, and it would save money to live at home.
She wished Bill were more like their son, but as she played with the thought, an odd sensation swept through her. She jabbed her foot against the accelerator, wondering why it now seemed so important to see the boy.
Back at the house, Bill sat in bed, wondering exactly what had happened, but even his logical mind couldn't figure it out.
And what's more, the lawn probably wouldn't get mowed tomorrow, he thought sadly.