Chapter 6
Angie was still dizzy and shaken from her long orgasm, and at first she didn't understand what Brad was saying. She watched in a daze as he stripped, ogling his hard male body. As he skinned out of his shorts, his steel-hard cock snapped free and wagged lewdly before him.
Angie stared at his cock. It seemed huge to her, massive and thick and long. Of course Angie hadn't had much experience with cocks. Carl's cock was the only one she'd seen before this, and she'd gotten just a peek at it before he turned out the lights to fuck.
Still she was fascinated with Brad's rigid blue-veined prick. Carl had never let her look at his cock or even touch it, so this was a real luxury. Brad didn't seem to mind at all. He stood there smiling and letting her stare. Then she realized what she was doing, and she blushed hotly and lowered her eyes.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed," Brad said, sliding onto the bed beside her. "It's okay to look."
"I-I wasn't raised that way," Angie said. "And my husband didn't think it was right. He wouldn't let me see it or touch it."
"What?" Brad exclaimed with a snort of laughter. "I don't believe it!"
"Carl and I were raised the same way," Angie said. "We were taught not to enjoy sex. I know that sounds silly."
"Silly, hell," Brad said, "it's insane. So Carl wouldn't let you see him naked? What about the other way around? Did he look at you?"
"Oh, no," Angie said. "He insisted that I wear a long nightgown to bed, and he didn't want me to change clothes in front of him."
"The guy was nuts!" Brad exclaimed. "Jesus, who could resist looking at you?"
He pulled off Angie's nightgown and flung it off the bed. He eased her down on her back and ogled her slim young body. His eyes traveled hungrily over her golden cunt bush and pert high-riding tits. Angie was blushing, yet she was thrilled to see that this attractive man obviously liked her body.
"Poor old Carl," he said. "He was a lot older than you, wasn't he?"
"Yes," Angie said. "He was very old-fashioned."
"Well, it was too late for you to save Carl," Brad said, "but it's not too late for me to save you."
"What do you mean, save me?" Angie asked.
"I mean, teach you to enjoy sex," Brad said simply. "Isn't it about time you learned?"
Angie could have told him that she was learning already, and that she'd started last night with his wife. But of course she wouldn't mention that. The situation was awkward enough already. Both Brad and Nicole seemed to want her for their lover. It was getting to be quite a juggling act for the inexperienced young maid.
Now Brad was running his hands up and down her sleek hot body, making her squirm with desire. She couldn't believe how horny he made her feel. He'd gotten her off twice already, with his finger and his lips, and still she was hot for more. She eyed his rigid thick cock again and blushed.
Brad suddenly dipped his head between her thighs and began tongue-lashing her clit. Angie wailed with pleasure and almost flew off the bed. If only Carl had done that to her, she'd have been a very happy wife. She wondered if anything could feel more delicious.
"Ooooooh, yessss!" she gurgled.
Brad tongued her clit fast, making her cream like crazy. Her pussy grew swollen and wet and scorching hot, and she began jerking her hips in a helpless fucking motion. Then suddenly he stopped and raised his head, leaving her writhing with unsatisfied desire.
"Oh, please, Brad," she sobbed.
"Please what?" he coaxed.
"Please get me off again," Angie begged, blushing but frantic with need. "I have to get off."
"Sure, honey, I'd love to get you off," he said, "but we're going to do it another way this time."
He slid up on top of her, and she felt his massive hard boner throbbing against her mound. He used his knees to work her legs wide apart, then sank down between them. Angie pushed at his shoulders and tried to wriggle free, but he was too strong and heavy for her.
"Oh, no, Brad!" she cried. "That's going too far!"
"You need it," he said. "You can't deny that."
No, she couldn't deny it. She needed to be fucked very badly, but she still didn't believe in doing it with another woman's husband. She struggled, but in vain. She felt the hard thick head of Brady's cock spreading her tender cunt lips and moving into her famished pussy.
"Nooooooo!" she wailed.
That was her last sound of protest. Brad paid no attention to it, steadily working his throbbing cock deeper into her seething slick cunt. Angie found herself arching her body to take it. She wanted it as deep as she could get it.
She knew it was wrong, but she had to have it. Whimpering with lust and creaming all over his cock, she arched her body till her ass left the bed, taking his meat clear to her womb. She loved the feeling of being crammed with rock-hard cock. She'd loved it even with Carl.
Brad slid his hands under her ass and cupped the hot firm globes. He began fucking her slowly, deeply and sensuously. Angie couldn't control her natural lusty instincts any longer. She jerked her hips to his rhythm, meeting each downward thrust with an upward thrust of her hips.
She couldn't stop creaming, and she couldn't control the horny pumping of her hips. She clawed Brad's broad shoulders and licked and nibbled his neck. Her tits went taut against his chest, the stiff nipples digging in. Her whole body was overwhelmed with lust.
Brad was right. She needed this. She loved it. But still she felt ashamed of herself, and she couldn't bear to let him know how horny she was. She lay still and silent, except for the helpless pumping of her hips. She acted the meek frigid little wife, just as she'd done with Carl.
But Carl had wanted her to act that way, and Brad didn't.
"Come on, Angie!" he panted. "Show some life! You know you like me to fuck you! I can feel you creaming all over my cock. Don't hide it, baby, be honest about it."
"I can't," Angie whimpered. "I just wasn't brought up that way, Brad."
"I'll see what I can do about that!" he growled.
He firmed his grip on her hot little ass and began fucking into her harder and harder. His stiff cock ground up and down over her clit, giving her hard blasts of pleasure. It felt so damned good to have a thick cock pistoning in her cunt again. Angie was about to explode with excitement.
And wasn't Brad right after all? What was so shameful about showing her real feelings? What was wrong with being horny and loving sex? In spite of all the things Carl and her folks had taught her, Angie couldn't believe that fucking was sinful. It just felt too damned good.
"Come on, baby, go with it!" Brad panted.
He hammered his steel-hard cock into her so hard that her slim body shuddered with the impact. She clawed hard at his shoulders and sobbed with pleasure. That hot friction between her clit and his shaft was driving her fast towards orgasm, and she couldn't hide her excitement much longer.
She screwed her eyes shut and forgot everything but the delicious sensations she was getting from Brad's deep-pounding cock. She couldn't think about anything else now. She'd never been fucked so well, and she'd never loved it so much. She began tightening her greedy pussy around his thick cock, seeking even more thrilling friction.
"Unnnnhhh, ooooooh!" she wailed.
"Yeah, I'm gonna make you come," Brad rasped.
Angie told herself to keep quiet when she came, just like she'd always done with Carl. She didn't want him to know how insanely aroused she was. But as the powerful orgasm ripped through her body, she forgot all about modesty and pride. She threw back her head and wailed.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, I'm cominggggg!" she screamed. "Oooooh, unnnnnhhhhh!"
Brad fucked into her as hard and fast as he could, taking her through that body-wracking climax, giving her all the hot sensation she could handle. Angie went out of her mind with ecstasy, writhing and bucking and clawing. Her voice was hoarse with pleasure.
"Oooooh, God, fuck meeeee!" she howled.
Brad helped her to get every last drop of sensation out of her long hard orgasm. He breathed raggedly as he fucked her through it, but when she finally went limp he collapsed on top of her, panting. She felt his cock still hard and throbbing inside her, and she was surprised.
"You didn't come," she said.
"Hell, no," Brad chuckled. "I'm just getting started."
"Carl always came when I did," she said, adding bitterly, "not that he could tell when I was coming. He didn't like to know about it. Nice girls don't come, you know."
"Honey," Brad said, "Carl had some pretty weird hang-ups. But he's gone now, and you can forget about him. You can start enjoying your body, the way you were meant to."
He rose, pulling his dripping cock out of her cunt, and then flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Angie gasped when she felt him grasp her hips and press the slick head of his cock against her cunt mouth. It seemed wickedly exciting to be doing it in the doggy position.
"I never did it this way before," she said. "Carl said the only decent way was with the man on top."
"Forget Carl," Brad said firmly. "He didn't know shit about fucking. I'm gonna teach you how it's really done."
He began easing his throbbing thick boner into her greedy wet twat, and Angie dug her nails into the bed and whimpered with excitement. She'd come so many times with this man, but she still wanted more from him. It was like she'd never really fucked before. Brad was right-Carl didn't know shit. And Angie found herself eager to learn from Brad.
"Yes, yesssss!" she moaned. "Stick it in me, fuck me!"
"Good girl!" Brad panted. "You're learning!"
Angie was learning and loving it. She felt free for the first time, free from all her silly training, her ridiculous hang-ups about sex. Now she knew there was nothing shameful about her body and her natural instincts. It was okay to be horny and okay to show it.
Brad pushed his cock into her womb and began fucking her in slow easy strokes, just the way he'd started out before. The guy was a regular fucking machine, tireless and patient. He brought her along slowly, till she was jerking her hips to his thrusts and soaking his cock with scorching cream.
"Unnnnnnhhh, yesssss, so damned good!" Angie gurgled.
Once he'd worked her out of her shyness and gotten her hotly aroused, Brad fucked her faster. Her body quivered with the impact, and she had to claw the bed to keep upright. But she loved his harder fucking. The faster and harder he did it to her, the more she enjoyed it.
"Yes, yes, fuck it to me!" she groaned. "Keep fucking me real hard, Brad!"
"You're doing great, baby," he panted.
Angie moaned blissfully with each deep thrust of his cock, and she creamed steadily. His deep-plowing dick forced out the thick juice, and it ran down her legs. She just wished the wonderful sensations would never end. She felt like she could fuck all night and still want more.
"Oooooh, Brad, I never knew it could be this good!" she sobbed.
"I'll make it even better," he promised.
Angie didn't see how that was possible. She'd never felt anything better in her life. But as Brad fucked into her harder and harder, she felt even more intense pleasure. Her pretty face twisted into a horny grimace, and she creamed in huge sizzling floods.
"God, I can't believe this!" she panted. "But I'm gonna come again!"
"Terrific," Brad chuckled.
He made sure she got there. She gasped as he reached around her and squeezed her clit. All it took was that one expert squeeze, and she was flying. A powerful climax ripped through her body, and her cunt went into pleasure spasms around his jackhammering cock.
"Ahhhhhh, you did it, aaahhhhhh!" she howled. "I'm cominggggg, aaahhhhhh!"
Still Brad didn't come with her. He fucked her hard through her orgasm, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. He grabbed her legs and draped them up over his powerful shoulders, then sank his cock into her steaming depths. He was fucking her as hard as ever.
Angie gurgled and sobbed with delight. She seemed to have an endless thirst for orgasms tonight. She'd lost count of how many times she'd come, but she kept wanting more. She fucked back at Brad and sizzled thick cream aound his deep-driving prick.
"Oooooh, yesssss, shit, ooooooh!" she wailed.
There'd be no hiding anything from this man, not after tonight. He knew how urgently horny she was, and he was unleashing desires that even Nicole hadn't explored. Between the two of them, they'd turned their shy inhibited maid into a regular sex fiend. She just couldn't get enough.
"Look at me, Angie," Brad ordered hoarsely.
She looked him right in the eyes as he fucked her, and to her amazement she didn't feel embarrassed at all. She got off on it. Grimacing with lust and pleasure, she held his gaze as he fucked into her like a pile driver and brought her to the brink of yet another hard orgasm.
"You love this, don't you, Angie?" Brad rasped. "You love to fuck me?"
"Yes, yessss, I love it," Angie sobbed. "Ohhhhh, shit, Brad, I'm cominggggg! Oooooh, whaaaaahhhhhhh!"
"Awwwwww, Christ, aaaagggghhhhh!" Brad roared.
This time, at last, he was coming along with her, boiling his thick heavy load into her sucking little pussy. They rocked and writhed together for a long delicious time, and Angie felt deliciously well fucked, satisfied at last.
As Brad pulled out of her, she looked shy but grateful.
"Good night," he said gently. "Don't worry about a thing. You have nothing to feel bad about."
"But Nicole-"
"Sssshhhhh," Brad said. "I promise you, you don't have to worry about Nicole."