Chapter 8
Roger couldn't stay out of jail, but he did manage to do something else. One year later, Jennifer sat in an easy chair with an early-afternoon drink in her hand, considering the strange turn of events.
The room in which she sat was not part of her family's house. It was her own living room, in a cheap but clean apartment complex on the other side of town. Jennifer shared it with Ronald, who had graduated early from high school and was now working his way through city college. Jennifer had a part-time job as a clerk but she spent most of her time keeping house. She was now Ronald's wife.
Jennifer took a long gulp of the highball and shook her head wonderingly. Twelve months had passed, but she still had trouble believing it herself. Ronald's wife! Married to Ronald! Good Christ!
After her initiation to asshole fucking, Jennifer had fucked her brother constantly, at least six times a day, day and night. That had lasted a week. At that point, Roger had been caught trying to rob a food store. Upon learning his identity, the police had sent him promptly back to prison. A week after that, Jennifer discovered that her brother had gotten her pregnant.
It hadn't seemed possible that her trusty birth control pills could have let her down, but they had, and Jennifer had had to choose between a variety of undesirable alternatives. She hadn't wanted an abortion. She hadn't wanted to raise the baby alone. That had left only Ronald, the man-child who loved her in spite of her faults, who was willing to forgive her all her sins if she would only be his for life.
Seven months ago, they had been married. Six months ago the baby had miscarried. Jennifer liked Ronald, but she didn't love him, and being fucked twice a week in the missionary position wasn't her idea of a good sex life. She didn't want to break up her new marriage, but she knew she was on the verge of cheating oh her husband.
Her cunt ached all the time, twenty-four hours a day. As soon as Ronald left for school or work in the morning, Jennifer's fingers strayed to her pussy. She finger-fucked herself to several cums before even getting out of bed. Then she did the same thing when she returned from shopping in the afternoon, and on her breaks at work. Sometimes she even had to jack off in the bathroom when Ronald was home and too tired to give her the fucking she needed.
She'd just hand-fucked her pussy before making herself the drink. What was she going to do? Jennifer wondered miserably. She gulped down the rest of the highball and scratched herself through the terry-cloth bathrobe that was all she had on. What was she ever going to do?
Jennifer was in the middle of a crying jag when the doorbell rang five minutes later. Rising to her feet, she resolved to get rid of her visitor without bothering to wipe the tears away, or tighten the sash of her robe so less would be revealed of her huge, braless, quivering tits.
Her visitor, however, turned out to be a very desirable-looking man. He was a tall brunette in his late thirties, with an excellent physique under his blue suit and a dark, rugged tan. Jennifer noticed the case resting on the hall floor next to his feet. He was a door-to-door salesman, in spite of the apartment-building regulations against them.
Much more importantly, he was a man. Jennifer immediately composed her expression and offered an enticing smile. Already she felt her fat nipples stiffening under the bathrobe, and a delicious, familiar wetness in the curly-haired lips of her cunt.
"Afternoon, ma'am," the man said. "Mike Johnson here, representing Able Brushes ... "
"Brushes! Oh, fantastic! I need a hair brush super bad! Come on in!"
Looking slightly confused by his good fortune, Mike Johnson followed Jennifer into the living room. Jennifer loosened the sash of the bathrobe as she walked in front. Her tits were nearly hanging out of it when she turned back to him, and he could see most of her long legs, even a hint of the dark patch of her pussy.
Mike Johnson swallowed hard and flushed as he tried to avoid staring at her gorgeous young body. "Uh, where do you want me to make the presentation, ma'am?"
"Anywhere's fine," Jennifer purred. She stood so close to him in the living room that she could see the hazel flecks in his gray eyes. "Why don't we get it on right here?"
Mike swallowed a second time at the double entendre. "Well, uh, we've got all sorts of hair brushes," he stammered, flipping through the catalogue he held in his hand. "The synthetic bristles are excellent - have one myself - but the boar bristles are reputed to be less injurious to the scalp."
"Scalp?" Jennifer questioned, pretending surprise. "But Mr. Johnson, I've already got a brush for my head! I need one for my pussy!"
Johnson looked as if he'd just swallowed a fly. Jennifer took a step back and pulled the halves of the robe completely apart, wantonly displaying the voluptuous curves of her frontal nakedness. She looked down at her fleecy triangle of pussy down and shook her head, as if dismayed by what she saw there.
"Don't you know, it's just a mess!" she said girlishly. "All shaggy and tangled! I can't do a thing with it with my regular comb." Innocently she slid her hand between her legs and parted her pouting cunt slit with her fingers, as if to better inspect the hair surrounding her pussy. "I think it's because I jack off so much. The hairs get all stuck together. Well, Mr. Johnson, what do you think you can do for me?"
Jennifer smiled and looked up at him sweetly. Johnson's expression seemed to be caught between several emotions, and he was quivering all over. Suddenly he dropped the catalogue and display case and lunged towards her. Apparently Jennifer had just seduced him out of a celibacy that might have lasted years.
"Eeeyew, Mr. Johnson!" she squealed, pretending fear. "What do you think you're doing to me? Keep your hands to yourself."
But Johnson was all over her, grabbing her bare asscheeks with his meaty fingers, planting wet, slobbering kisses on her face and neck and big, jiggling tits. The bulge of his hard-on was so enormous that she could feel his cockhead poking into her thigh through his pants.
"Mr. Johnson, you stop that this instant! I was just trying to tell you what kind of brush I wanted! I'm a married woman!"
"Gonna fuck you," Johnson roared loudly. His hands pinched and fondled her very large, full tits. He groaned even louder as his flicking tongue made her nipples crinkle and stand up as stiffly as two little rocks. "See cunt like this all day ... can't stand it anymore. I don't give a fuck if I lose my job ... fuck your ass off, you gorgeous little bitch!"
As Jennifer continued to protest, Johnson fell to his knees before her sweetly scented nakedness. Again his hands cupped her rounded asscheeks, taking firm hold of the creamy flesh. He rubbed his face all over her pussy hair, then extended his tongue and slipped it into her already moistening cunt.
"Unggghhh," Jennifer grunted. She wanted to continue fighting him, but her desire to resist immediately vanished as she felt his tongue wriggling in her pussy. "Stop it, Mr. Johnson." Her words were soft and muted now, without meaning to either of them. "Won't let you ... ungghhh ... suck my pussy ... no, nuuunnngghhhh, got to stop ... "
Johnson sighed happily as he reveled in the salty, unmistakable aroma of a woman's wet, horny cunt. He tightened his hands on her ass and began to lap her pussy as feverishly as a horny dog, licking up the fuck juices that oozed profusely from the pink folds of her slit.
"Unggghhh," Jennifer groaned. Shuddering, grimacing, she helplessly began to grind her ass as the ecstasy of having her pussy sucked. "What're you doing to me, Mr. Johnson? You're making me ... ungghh ... so awful horny. Oh yes, I can't stand it anymore. Suck it, Mr. Johnson! Mmmmmm, Christ, suck my pussy! You've got to make me come!"
Jennifer had dropped all pretense of trying to resist him. Her fingers thrust into his thick hair, holding his head in position. She spread her feet on the floor and feverishly began to buck and grind her sweet little ass, fucking her pussy all over his mouth.
"That's good, Mr. Johnson! Suck me some more! Unh, unh, Jesus, get my clitty! Make me come!"
Johnson's big prick throbbed obviously and obscenely in his pants, forming the crotch of the baggy slacks into a tent. Jism oozed so freely from the fat tip of his cock that a large, gooey stain had formed on the inside of his leg. Jennifer knew what they were going to be doing when he finished sucking her cunt.
With his sighs muffled by the hairy bush in his mouth, Johnson withdrew one hand from her ass and slid it between her thighs. Jennifer shuddered convulsively as his fingers touched her pussy and speared into her dripping cunt tunnel. He began to jack her off as he sucked her, pumping two fingers rhythmically in and out of her cunt.
"Unggghh Jesus, oh yesss!" Jennifer squealed. Her pussy muscles sucked madly around his fingers, as if to draw his whole hand into the gurgling depths of her fuck hole. "You're making me come, Mr. Johnson! Oh shit, keep sucking my pussy! I'm getting so close!"
Johnson speared a third finger into her gushing cunt slit, spreading the pink, clasping lips as he furiously jacked her off. His tongue slithered all over her gash, brushing her pussy curls, lapping up the cunt cream that had covered his whole face.
Then his lips closed around her clit, and Jennifer gasped as she realized he was going to get her off. Tenderly, the door-to-door salesman sucked the small, erect bud, nibbling it with his teeth. His fingers rammed all the way into her cunt and stayed there. He groaned as he felt her cunt tunnel contracting repeatedly around them.
"I'm coming!" Jennifer cried. Her cheeks flushed wantonly as the wet heat pumped through her entire body, stiffening her nipples and making her little asshole throb and pulse with the coursing flow of her lust. Jennifer grabbed the back of Johnson's head and fucked his face with her pussy as fast as she could.
"Suck it!" she grunted. "Ungghhh! Oh, Mr. Johnson, I can feel it, it's so wonderful ... nnngggg harder, suck me haaaard! I'm cooommmiiiinnnng!"
Johnson sucked her pussy hungrily until the last tingling spasms had drenched the fur-lined slit of her pussy. The first thing Jennifer saw when she was able to open her eyes was the incredible stiffness of his cock. It looked like his load might be wasted in his underwear if she didn't fuck him immediately.
"I've got to fuck you," Johnson sighed.
Feverishly he continued to kiss her pussy, hips and upper thighs, reduced to groveling by the need of lust. His big prick stretched his slacks like a battering ram, twitching and pulsing and jerking obscenely from side to side.
"God, Mr. Johnson!" Jennifer panted, smiling down at him teasingly. "Sucking my pussy really made you horny, didn't it? I thought door-to-door salesmen got to fuck all the pretty girls in their territories. Haven't you ever eaten out a girl like me before?"
"Just let me fuck you," Johnson pleaded, mouthing the words between the wet kisses he planted on her pussy slit and fleecy curls. "My dick's so stiff it feels like it's gonna break. I've gotta get inside your cunt."
Jennifer knew she had him under her spell, and the idea turned her on. Already, even after coming so hard, her pussy warmed in expectation of a fast, stiff fuck.
"All right, Mr. Johnson, if you insist," she said, almost condescendingly. "Now I want you to take down your pants and lie right here where we are. We're going to fuck with me on top."
Hastily unbuckling his belt and slacks, Johnson pulled them with his cum-stained underwear down to his ankles and stretched out on his back on the living-room floor. His rock-hard prick rose out of his cock hairs in a curved arrow, twitching and throbbing eagerly as the spongy knob drooled jism onto his belly.
"Oh, Mr. Johnson, you really do have a boner, don't you?" Jennifer purred. She sat on top of him, straddling him with her knees planted on the carpet to either side of his hips. "Mmmmm, what a nice, big dick!"
She reached between her thighs and held his swollen cock daintily between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it as if to test its firmness. Johnson moaned miserably and bucked his ass off the floor, trying to jam his bloated cockhead into her pussy.
"Not so fast, Mr. Johnson," Jennifer chided teasingly. "We're fucking my way or not at all."
"Just stick it in your pussy," Johnson begged. "Fucking Christ, I can't take it anymore. I got to feel your cunt on my dick."
Jennifer held the center of his cock and wiped the fat, mushroom-shaped knob all over the swollen lips of her pussy. Johnson shuddered in anguished frustration. Then Jennifer centered his dickhead between her cunt slit. She tilted forward and pushed her hot ass down hard, letting her mouth fall open as the stiffened shaft of his prick bored into the clasping sheath of her pussy.
"Oh God, that feels good," Johnson sighed. He lifted his head and stared at his cock, fascinated as the veined shaft disappeared in her cunt bush and he felt the walls of her pussy sucking around it. "Jesus, your pussy's tight. Please, baby, take it all the way in. I can't hold my wad back much longer."
As her fuck tunnel was stuffed gradually with the salesman's hard-on, Jennifer realized finally what it meant to be cheating on her husband. She could imagine poor Ronald walking in on her now, gasping at the spectacle, retreating to the bathroom to cry.
She liked him, but she was simply too horny to be satisfied by one man. Jacking off wasn't good enough for her. Jennifer needed to be fucked constantly, and it didn't matter whose cock was filling her pussy or making her come.
The base of Johnson's throbbing cock entered her cunt, stretching the pouting slit as it contracted tightly around the blood-gorged shaft. Jennifer lifted her ass, feeling the pleasure as his dick slid greasily nearly all the way out of her burning fuck hole.
Johnson grabbed her hips and jerked off the floor. Jennifer sat back down hard, letting his prick again completely fill her cunt. Then she started fucking him, humping and bucking her peach-shaped ass, slamming her pussy onto the satisfying thickness of his big cock.
"Ungghh, Jesus," Johnson grunted. He shut his eyes and smiled in ecstasy as her pumping pussy clung to his dick with every stroke. "So good ... such a tight little cunt ... oh yes, make me come!"
"Move your ass, Mr. Johnson!" Jennifer demanded impatiently. She leaned forward so that her huge, swaying tits brushed his chest, changing the angle of his cock as it speared into her dripping pussy. "Fuck me back! I need to come too! Awww, please, fuck me hard!"
If possible, the swaying, spongy globes over his chest made Johnson even hornier. Immediately he tightened his fingers around Jennifer's writhing hips and started to lift and grind his hips off the floor, hammering his dick into her cunt.
"Harder - you can do better than that!" Jennifer squealed demandingly. She forced her pussy muscles to contract around his burning hard-on, making Johnson sigh as his rod pulsed wildly in the slippery depths of her cunt. "Fuck my pussy off! Kill me with your dick! Unggghhh, yesss, oh, Mr. Johnson, love your big cock!"
Biting his lips, Johnson began to fuck the young wife as hard as he could. His eyes bulged as he watched her gorgeous nakedness writhing above him. He stared at her big, jiggling tits and her undulating belly, watching his veined cock shaft as it raced in and out of her curly-haired, frantically pistoning cunt.
"You're making me cream now!" Jennifer gasped. Already she could feel the familiar heat building deep inside her fuck hole. Her pussy was juicing profusely, so heavily that her inner thighs and Johnson's cock hairs were soaked with her cunt cream. "Unggghhh! Fuck me harder now, oh shit, do it super hard! Making me come!"
Jennifer's knees thudded painfully on the floor as she continued to rock tirelessly up and down, pounding her pussy onto Johnson's prick. Johnson's balls were so swollen and clotted with jism that they'd turned crimson. His big dick was incredibly, agonizingly stiff. He couldn't hold back his cum much longer.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, as his cock began to twitch violently inside her pussy. "Here it is now ... ahhh, shit, there go my rocks ... ahhhhh ... "
Gushers of cum shot out of his spongy dickhead, emptying his swollen balls of their load. Johnson grimaced and fucked her hard and slow as his spurting cock blasted one shot after another into her sucking cunt. Even when the white gushers subsided he continued to fuck her, letting the last oozing jism drip out of his cock.
"I'm coming too!" Jennifer shrieked. The feel of his cream splattering on her pussy walls put her over the edge. Clawing his shoulders, she pounded her cunt frantically onto his dick. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Yesss, oh fucking, yessss, I'm cooommmiiinnng!"
She didn't feel guilty. All she felt was relief. Jennifer knew this wasn't the last time she'd give her pussy to a strange cock.