Chapter 2
"Mark, the car--"
He cut short her explanation of why she had been brought home so late by a stranger, by fixing her with a look so intense it scared her.
Whatever she expected him to say, this wasn't it; "Take off your clothes, honey. I wanna fuck you so bad..."
"I gotta wash--"
"I want you just the way you are now, all flushed and flustered... you want it, don't you? Jeez, I can smell hot cunt!"
She believed it. She must have smelled like the old man's Hong Kong whorehouse on a Saturday night.
Mark had never been this passionate before. He tore off his clothes to reveal his bare prick, stiff and throbbing. He was right about one thing; she wanted it. Excited by the sight of his stiff cock and hairy balls, she made only a halfhearted effort to fend him off when he peeled up her sweater and cast it aside, along with her bra. Her skirt and panties came down together, revealing her plump-lipped cunt; its hair stiff and matted with another man's cum. Mark rubbed her hot slit with his finger while he gave her a deep tongue-kiss.
"Lemme wash, and we'll go to bed--"
"Now, I said! Right here on the floor, you cunt!"
Mark never talked to her like that. He knew what she'd been up to. But if he planned to take revenge by stabbing her with his cock, that was just fine with Jill. She lay down on the carpet by the front door of their apartment and spread out her legs while he sank down with her and began licking her tits in just the way he knew she adored.
Meanwhile his finger slipped in deeper, sinking right into the hot slime-tunnel of jism and pussy juice and stirring it up once more. Fucking Emmet hadn't fully satisfied her. She hated to admit it, but the only thing that could fully satisfy her was two or three hot cocks in a row, cocks that could come back for seconds and thirds. Getting married had been a mistake for her.
"Yeah, fuck me, Mark! I want it worse than you do," she moaned, but he still worked on her tits. When he kissed his way down to her navel she twisted aside, crying, "No, honey, don't eat me--fuck me! I gotta have your cock in my cunt!"
But he was not to be put off. He got his head down between her legs, pushing them roughly apart, and began eating her cunt like there was no tomorrow. He lapped and licked and sucked, working on both her tits with squeezing fingers. Then he twisted around to lie on top of her, with his cock nudging her lips.
She took his cock in her hand and used it like a tube of lipstick, glossing her lips all over with its sticky fluid. It smelled so clean, compared to the old man's cock--but now the shiny-skinned cleanness of her husband's cock was a turn-on. Unable to tease him anymore, she slipped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked it in just as far as she possibly could.
Mark fucked her in the mouth enthusiastically while he kept up his inspired cunt-eating. Next thing she knew, he had the stiff little rapier of his tongue up her asshole, wriggling it like mad. He clutched the plump firmness of her asscheeks as if he wanted to split her open and stick his head inside. Even the pain of his rough approach excited her, it was so different from his usual way.
Then he was back on her cunt, his tongue wriggling and prodding and lashing like a snake on a hot griddle, getting in so deep that now his nose was up her spit-slicked asshole. She let him know how much she loved it by sucking his cock just as eagerly as he was lapping her cunt.
Her lips moved like the sleeve of a red-hot piston around Mark's thrusting prick. Her tongue thrashed and fluttered. When she grazed him lightly with her teeth, he did the same thing to her clit, and it made her cry out with excitement as a minor orgasm rippled through her, one that she knew she could soon surmount.
"Fuck me now, honey, I gotta have it!" she moaned, her words muffled by a mouthful of cock.
Mark squirmed around and pulled his hips up into the wide and wet cradle of her thighs, guiding his cock with his hand until it had found her tingling cunt and slipped right in. It wasn't as big as the old man's, but it was every bit big enough to fill her up when she raised her legs to present it at just the right angle and wrapped them around his pumping back. She felt his black pubic hair wedged in tightly against her cum-crusted and spit-shined muff of tarnished gold. He hammered away in short, urgent, rabbity strokes, fucking her just as excitedly as he'd eaten her.
He kissed her so roughly that her lip was caught painfully against a tooth, but even the pain contributed to the cunt-rubbing excitement of this angry fuck. She moved her legs higher up his muscular flanks until they were wedged right into his armpits. He could fuck right straight down into her cunt like a man drilling a well, and he soon struck a gusher of cunt-juice as a second climax sent its hot tingles through all her sweating flesh.
Jill's hot ass pounded the floor like padded hammers wielded by some demonic drummer as she responded vigorously to Mark's fucking. Her cunt slurped wildly as his cock dredged up cock-juice and cunt-juice and trickled the hot, slimy mixture over her asshole and down the deep cleft of her ass.
He began working on her tits again, knowing that those rubbery-hard strawberries of her nipples were the keys that controlled her cunt. He sucked and licked at first one and then the other as if he couldn't decide which one he loved the most. He never once let up the savage tempo of his fucking, and his balls bounced against her asshole as his cock rammed in and out.
Her handsome young husband was strong and fit, and he was horny as hell, but not even he could keep up the furious pace he had set, and now he rolled them over so that she was on top and squatting on his cock.
"You work for a while," he panted, lying back.
She sat up straight so that she could look down between her jutting tits and see his glistening cock emerge when she pulled her squeezing cunt off it. She loved to watch fucking, and most of all, she loved to watch herself fucking. Her cunt-lips stretched tight around his cock seemed to glow red, inflamed by all the action; but if they were sore, she didn't know it. Fucking Mark felt so good tonight that she was sure it would have felt good on a bed of hot coals.
Mark stared eagerly, too, loving the sight of her cunt slowly revealing and hiding his super-hard cock. His avid gaze was like a hand stroking her lithe thighs, her flat belly, her big tits, and most of all, her coral-lipped cunt with its prominent cunt-button. Meanwhile his hands themselves were stroking and kneading her sweaty, juice-smeared ass and guiding her to raise and lower her cunt on his cock.
"How many times did he do it?" he asked suddenly.
This fuck was so good that it had blown the other one right out of her mind. Jolted to know for sure that Mark knew, she said, "Shit. Don't talk. Fuck!"
"It turns me on," he said.
She didn't know what he meant, but she didn't give a fuck for anything but fucking as she speeded up her tempo to do a jig on his upright cock, slapping her ass hard against his legs and sticking herself deep and hard each time with his cock. She began twisting her hips on each up-and-down stroke, orbiting her cunt around the hard axis of his prick.
"Roll over," he said. "I'm gonna come in your ass."
"No, Mark!" She'd never had a cock in her ass. "Please, just fuck me--"
But he had already rolled her over and pulled his cock out, and the next thing she knew, he was shoving it right up her asshole. She squealed with shock and pain, and she tried to crawl away on all fours from his vicious intrusion, but he hung on and stuck it all the way in, then began humping her like a fiend with a pitchfork. His cock was so slick and slimy with cunt-juice that he was able to stick it up her ass with no trouble at all--for him. But for her, it hurt like hell.
She quickly realized that there was no way to resist him, and that the only thing she could do in this situation was to relax her ass and let him bugger it. It was almost as if she'd forgotten how to relax, she was so alarmed and upset, but in the next instant it came to her and she was able to open up her asshole.
"Ah," Mark groaned, instantly appreciating the difference as she eased the pressure of her asshole around his cock. "Did he fuck your asshole?"
"No."
"Glad you saved me something."
She might have said something, but Mark chose that moment to put his fingers on her clit. Despite all the pain and shock, her cunt-button was still as touchy as a live bomb, and she gave a shuddery scream of ecstasy when he trapped it between two of his fingers and began to give it a vigorous rubbing. He didn't fiddle around now, he rubbed it like a man trying to rub out a grease-spot, and normally that kind of action would have turned her off, but at this moment it was exactly the right touch to blow her apart and transform her into a mindless dynamo of cock-crazed, ass-fucking frenzy.
She didn't need to tell him what she wanted next, with her steaming cunt-hole gaping open and empty beneath his bouncing balls. He jammed a bunch of fingers right into her cunt, she couldn't tell how many, but it was enough to stuff her up like a Thanksgiving turkey, with his fingers in her cunt and his rigid cock up her asshole.
Now his cock was going so deep that she felt like it would soon come out her mouth, but she wanted more of it up her ass. She spread her knees painfully wide and stuck her ass up boldly to let him know, while she slobbered and moaned against the nubby carpet and rubbed her hot tits against it to get an extra thrill.
Mark fucked her with his fingers while he fucked her with his cock, jamming both in just as deep as he could get them and jerking them out to separate rhythms. His fingers moved so fast that she felt a steady spray of hot cunt-juice spattering out to slime her ass and her thighs, and the odor of her own unquenchable cunt filled her nostrils like a hot fog.
"Oh, no, Mark! Fuck my ass!" she moaned when he uncorked his prick from her asshole, but he didn't listen, and she was glad he hadn't when she felt it filling her cunt in place of his flailing fingers. It filled her so much more deeply than his fingers could, and she squeezed her cunt to make it fit his cock just as tightly as it had fit the bunch of fingers. She heard him grunting with the effort of pulling his cock out and pushing it in.
She cried out when he got his cunt-slimed hands on her tits again, for she had been rubbing the rug so eagerly with her nipples, hardly knowing what she was doing, that they were scuffed and sore. But the cunt-juice dripping from Mark's fingers made them feel better, and soon his kneading and squeezing of the queen-sized nipples made them feel more than better. She was getting off like she'd never gotten off before, as if her earlier orgasm had been raindrops and this one was the final deluge, drowning her mind and body in waves of pleasure from her cunt. She screamed and clawed the rug and pounded the floor with her fists as Mark's hammering cock burned up her mind and melted her bones with its furious plunges into her cunt, and then she screamed even louder with the delicious thrill of feeling his hot wads of cum shooting in and filling her and overflowing her seething cunt.
"What do you mean, it turned you on?" Jill said later. "Knowing that I fucked somebody else? I guess it sure did ... but I never expected that reaction."
"I can't explain it." Mark looked guilty, as if his reaction to her adultery were more shameful than what she'd done. "The idea of you fucking another guy--it's a real turn-on. I mean, as long as you didn't plan to run off with him, or something like that."
"Not this guy! This was some old fucker who wanted to eat my cunt in return for a lift." She found that her husband was eager to hear every last little detail.
After she finished telling him, he said, "When you came in tonight, all blushing and smelling of fucking--it just got me so hot I couldn't stand it. What I'd really like..." he looked away, "what I'd really, like is to watch you fucking somebody."
"Just watch?" She laughed. "Maybe you could jump in and help, huh? That's what I'd really like."
"Yeah," he agreed eagerly.
"Who shall we get?" she asked.
"How about Johnny Ransom?"
"Your boss? Jeez!"
"I know he'd like to fuck you. He kids about it, but he means it. It might help me get that raise."
"I'd feel like a whore--fucking your boss for a raise."
"You did it for a ride in a truck."
She laughed.
"And it would be fun, even if I didn't get the raise."
"Maybe it would."