Chapter 3
Charlie Weed stripped Emily's clothes off like a man peeling a rare fruit. When he had her naked, he made her stand up for a while so that he could look her over.
Emily trembled with excitement. The look of animal lust in his eyes made her pussy quiver and her heart pound. She blushed at the jiggling of her tits as she turned to show him her ass.
"Gorgeous!" Charlie snickered. "Christ, what a body!"
"Please," Emily begged, "let me lie down on the bed. I'm too bashful for this."
"Nonsense," he chuckled. "With a body like yours you've nothing to hide. Jesus Christ, look at that gorgeous ass! And your pussy! All that thick, blonde hair. You rarely see that on a blonde. My God, woman, you're a dream!"
"You're awful," Emily whimpered with a smile.
She told herself she had no reason to be so modest about her body. He'd already had his fingers on her cunt-flesh and his mouth on her tits. He'd already made her come. She hoped he would soon fuck her brains out and it was silly to be shy.
"You're still wearing your clothes," she chided. "That's not fair."
"Good girl!" Charlie guffawed. "I was wondering when you'd ask!"
He rose up and began peeling his clothes off. Emily trembled as she watched him. She bit her lip as his hairy chest appeared. Soon his pants and shorts dropped to the floor and she was able to see his hard, dripping cock.
"Okay?" he chuckled.
She could feel the tightness in her pussy as she gazed at his big cock and bloated hairy balls.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed.
His cockhead looked enormous. The veins on his cockshaft seemed to pulse with a life of their own. His hairy balls looked bloated and full of jism.
She decided his equipment was every bit as exciting as Hank Nicholson's. Why should Lucy Johnson have all the fun? Lord forgive me, she thought. I'm a sinner!
But staring at Charlie Weed's thick rigid cock and dripping pisshole, she quickly pushed all thought of sin out of her mind. The only thing that mattered now was to enjoy this wild afternoon with a stranger who would be out of town before she knew it.
At last Charlie allowed her to stretch out on the bed. He lay down beside her and once again ran his hands over her body.
"Are you especially sensitive anywhere?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"I mean do you want me to touch you anywhere in particular?"
Emily finally understood. "Anywhere at all," she said softly. "I love to be touched everywhere."
"A woman after my own heart," he chuckled.
Emily moaned and pulled her knees back as his fingers moved into her crotch. Her belly quivered as he probed between her dripping cuntlips.
The shades were drawn, but the afternoon sun filtered into the room through the blinds and she knew that her crotch was totally exposed to his gaze.
It was wonderful to have a man who wanted to look at her pussy. It was exciting to have a man who got turned on looking at her pussy. Jeremiah never looked at her cunt. Even in their early days together, he'd said it was a sin to look closely at a woman's private parts, as he called them.
Now she groaned and squirmed her ass as Charlie screwed two fingers into her cunthole and slowly pistoned them in and out.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, God, yes!"
"Juicy pussy," Charlie muttered. "Christ, what a gash!"
He plunged his fingers in and out of her sucking pussy, stretching and reaming her fuck-channel. Emily whimpered when she heard the squishing noise made by his fingers as they churned her cunt-meat.
Her belly quivering, she humped her ass off the bed and fucked her pussy back at his hand.
"That's the way," he murmured. "Pump that cunt, baby! That's the way to do it! When I get my prick in there, that's the way to pump! Good and hard!"
She cried out when she suddenly realized he was tickling her asshole.
"Oh, no!" she squealed. "Not that! Not my ass!"
Charlie snickered and paid no attention. He rubbed his finger over the tight ring of her little asshole and then slowly pushed it into her ass.
"Oh, Charlie!" she wailed.
His finger was already wet with her cuntjuice and it slipped in with ease.
Emily tossed her head from side to side and groaned with pleasure. Her hair had come loose from her bun and it flew over her face and shoulders.
She clamped her ass down on his invading finger and wailed. She squirmed her ass on the bed, shivering and shaking at the lewdness of having his fingers in her asshole and cunthole at the same time.
Supporting himself on one elbow, Charlie beamed as he worked his fingers in Emily's crotch.
"That's right, honey," he said. "Let yourself go! Just let it all hang out! That's right!"
He pumped and pistoned and screwed his fingers, massaging the thin wall that separated her cunt-channel and asshole.
"Hot, little asshole!" he grinned. "Jesus, what a piece you are! Here, honey, put your hands on your knees and hold them back. Charlie Weed's going to suck your pussy!"
Emily groaned as she pulled her knees back until they were pressing against her tits. Was he really going to do it? Was he really going to get down there and suck her juices? Just the thought of it almost made her come again.
She held her breath as Charlie positioned himself on his knees between her legs.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
Charlie looked at her and grinned. "You don't have any objections, do you?"
Emily was afraid to say anything. She looked down at his face as it was poised so near her gaping wet pussy. She moaned softly and rocked her ass, hoping that he would get the idea that she was dying for it. He did.
Charlie chuckled and looked with hot eyes at the pink, wet meat of her drooling cunt.
"Back where I come from we call this box lunch," he chuckled.
Gripping her thighs in his big hands, he swooped down to plaster his mouth against her oozing pussy.
"Oh, Charlie!" Emily wailed. "Oh, my God!"
She shivered at the first touch of his lips and tongue on her cuntflesh. She gyrated her ass on the mattress, pumping her wet cunt back into his face.
"Oh, Lord, yes!" she sobbed. "Suck me! Suck my pussy! Oh, Lord, yes! Oh, sweet Jesus, forgive me, but I love it! Ilove it!"
Charlie licked and sucked and lapped his tongue up and down over her quivering little clit. He stuck his tongue briefly into her cunthole, slurping out a gob of cuntjuice and noisily swallowing it down.
"That's what I call the nectar of the gods," he snickered. "And I'll drink to that!"
He fastened his mouth to her cunt again, chewing and nipping at her thick, meaty cuntlips. He sucked and licked and slurped at her pink, wet cunt-flesh until Emily rolled her eyes back in her head and wailed.
"I'm coming, Charlie!" she cried. "Oh, God, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Spasm after spasm racked her body. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her pussy and convulsed her body. A series of loud moans escaped her throat as Charlie continued sucking her cuntlips and massaging her clit with his nose and mouth and tongue.
Cunt juice gushed out of her cunthole to drench his face. He drank up whatever he could.
Her hands still holding her knees back to her tits, her legs thrashing up and down, she pumped her pussy at his sucking mouth and came up again and again.
When it was over, when she was stretched out on the bed limp and exhausted, Charlie waited until she had calmed down and then he took hold of her hand and pulled it down to his crotch.
Emily gasped and closed her fingers around his throbbing cockshaft. The feel of his cockmeat pulsating in her hand made her quiver with lust once more.
She ran her fingertips up and down his rigid fuck pole. She squeezed the knob of his swollen cockhead and slipped her fingers down to fondle his balls.
"That's the way, baby!" he croaked. "Yeah, touch my balls! I like that! That's the way!"
She groaned with delight at the feel of his cock-flesh in her hand. She loved his prick and couldn't wait for it to ram into her cunthole.
"So big and hard!" she whimpered.
"Pump it a little," Charlie said. "You can make it even harder. Pump it up and down a few times. That's the way."
Emily purred with pleasure as she fisted his cockshaft and slowly pumped it up and down. His cock-skin moved smoothly back and forth over the flared rim of his bloated cockhead.
Remembering what Lucy Johnson had done to Hank Nicholson, she used the ball of her thumb to smear the juice oozing out of his pisshole over his cockhead.
She squeezed and rubbed his rampant prick until Charlie cautioned her to slow down.
"Easy, honey," he said. "We don't want the gun to go off. Not yet."
"Tell me what you want," Emily whispered. "I'm not very good at these things."
"Sure, baby, sure," Charlie chuckled. "How about a little head?"
"Head?"
Charlie whistled. The diamond was much rougher than he'd thought.
"You just scoot down there and take my lit tie old pussy-stretcher in your pretty little mouth," he said.
A shudder ran through Emily's body. She had seen Lucy Johnson do that to Hank Nicholson. Yes, she wanted to do it to Charlie! She wanted Charlie's big, fat cock stuffing her mouth!
"Yes!" she said. "Yes, I'd like that. I'd like your cock in my mouth, Charlie!"
Getting up on her knees, she leaned forward and began licking his big cockhead.
"That's the way, baby," he said. "That's the way. Lick it a little and then get it in your mouth. Let nature take its course."
Emily at last opened her lips and engulfed his warm cockhead. It tasted pungent and salty and delicious. She mewled with pleasure at the feel of his spongy cock-flesh pressing against her tongue.
"Am I doing it okay?" she gasped.
Charlie shoved her mouth back down on his cock. "Fine, honey," he croaked. "You're doing just fine."
She sucked and slurped at the fruity bulb of his knob, and then she opened her jaws as wide as possible and gradually began to gobble up his cock inch by inch.
She gagged when Charlie suddenly lurched upward and jabbed his cockhead at the back of her throat. She pulled away, sliding the ring of her lips back up his cockshaft until only his cockhead was in her mouth.
"Suck it, honey!" Charlie hissed. "Suck it hard! Move your mouth up and down. Make believe your mouth is a pussy!"
Her pussy once more burning with passion, her senses overwhelmed by the lewd pleasure of sucking his fat cock, Emily stretched her lips around his cockshaft and began fucking her face up and down on his rampant fuck pole.
Charlie grunted with approval. He held her head in his hands as she sucked on his cockmeat. He bucked his hips, fucking his prick at her face.
Saliva drooled out of Emily's mouth and ran down her chin. She stuffed herself with his fuck-meat, filling her mouth with his iron-hard cock and gluttonously running her tongue over his cockhead.
His eyes glittering, Charlie gazed down at his heavily veined cockshaft as it moved in and out of her stretched mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's good, honey! That's the way! You catch on quick!"
He finally had to push her mouth away in order to avoid shooting off in her throat. He wouldn't have minded, but he wanted to fuck her cunt. He had an idea that she hadn't had a good fuck in a long time. If ever. He wanted the pleasure of putting the blocks to her.
She had a body made for fucking and the thought of climbing into the saddle and fucking her brains out made his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Lie back," he said. "Charlie Weed is going for a little ride!"
"Oh, yes, Charlie!" Emily breathed. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Shivering and moaning, still recovering from the ecstatic pleasure of sucking his rampant cock, Emily lay back with her legs pulled up and spread wide and waited for him to mount her.
She quivered with lust as he climbed between her milky-white, firm thighs. She whimpered with pleasure as she watched him fist his cock and position his cockhead at the yawning mouth of her cunthole.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you holler uncle," he hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm gonna make you see stars!"
She trembled. His long, thick cock looked like a baseball bat about to plunge into the depths of her churning pussy. God, how she needed it!
"Fuck me!" she wailed. "Please fuck me! Stick your prick in me and fuck me!"
Charlie grinned. "Okay, baby, okay. Easy does it, Charlie's not going anywhere. Charlie's right here and he's going to make you happier than you've ever been!"
He pushed forward slowly, relishing the first moment of penetration, his eyes fixed on the way his fat cockhead stretched the gaping pink mouth of her cunt.
Emily threw her head back and wailed as he slowly buried the full length of his cock in her starving fuck-channel.
When she clasped her arms and legs around his body and held him fast, Charlie chuckled and forced her to release him.
"Not that way, honey! You've got to give me a chance to move!"
He draped her legs over his shoulders, rolling up her crotch so that he would be able to pound it with hard, lunging strokes.
Emily soon understood. She cried out as he began ramming his cock in and out of her clutching cunt. She wailed and sobbed with pleasure as he clutched her asscheeks.
Pistoning his big cock in and out of her fuck-channel, he reamed out her pussy with a vigorous thrusting that soon had her wild with ecstasy.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed. "Oh, my God! My God! Oh, my God! Oh, I can't stand it! Oh, my God, it's so good! It's so good!"
Each stroke brought a gurgle of pleasure out of her throat. Her cunt clutched at his thrusting cock. Her hands gripping his arms, she soon learned how to move.
It wasn't long before she was pumping her cunt back at him like a veteran. They found a rhythm together and Charlie urged her on.
"That's it, baby! Fuck back! Fuck the old prick! Fuck it! You've got it! That's right!"
"Oh, God, I love it!" Emily cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Keep fucking me! Don't stop!"
His cock rammed in and out of her cunt with smooth piston-like strokes. She quivered and shuddered and cried out at each bonejarring thrust.
The pace of Charlie's fucking gradually increased as he worked himself up to an orgasm. At last he stiffened and grunted.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried. "Here it comes! I'm gonna come!"
Her mouth hanging open, Emily sobbed and wailed as he shot his load into her hungry pussy. Blast after blast of his hot jism shot into her cunt.
She climaxed in a frenzy, spasm after spasm convulsing the walls of her pussy, causing her pussy to milk his cock until she had every drop of his jism.
When Charlie at last rolled off her body, Emily stretched out languorously on the bed and moaned.
"Oh, God, how good that was!"