Chapter 4
Christine finally managed to slide her body out from under the sink, but not without rubbing against Carter Wilson's hard-on. It was straining against his work jeans, and Christine thought for a moment that it was a tool in his pocket. It was so long and thick, she thought it had to be a piece of pipe!
The most embarrassing moment was when her robe opened and her breasts were in full view to Carter's lust-filled eyes! Christine told herself she had no desire for the situation which was developing!
"First run the water in the sink," Carter told her as she stood and fixed her robe tightly in place again.
She ran the water, then flipped on the disposal at his instruction. Finally, she activated the dishwasher and they both waited as the water began filling the machine.
"Sounds good down here," Carter commented as he scooted out from under the sink and pulled himself to his feet. "We'll wait for it to run this cycle and see what happens. I think we've got it fixed."
"I hope so," sighed Christine. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Carter."
"Let's have another drink while we're waiting," he suggested. Without waiting for her consent, he began pouring rum into their glasses.
Christine brought the ice and dropped cubes in each glass, then watched as he added soda. He makes a stiff drink, she said to herself as she watched him stir in a few drops of lime juice.
"Bottoms up," he offered, taking a long swig of his drink. "And it's lots of fun that way, don't you think?" he added with a wicked grin.
"What?" Christine asked absently.
"Bottoms up. I said it's fun that way," Carter responded with an almost obscene laugh.
"Oh!" Christine replied, forcing herself to smile at his crude humor. She took a deep swallow from her glass to cover her embarrassment. The drink was so strong it actually burned her throat on the way down!
They stood silently staring at each other for several minutes. Christine tried to control herself, but she couldn't stop her eyes from darting to the huge man's crotch. What she saw gave her an empty feeling in her stomach for a moment! Like a length of thick pipe, his cock was bulging against the material of his pants and seemed to reach halfway to his knee!
Carter broke the hypnotic stare-down by turning to the sink to grab a bar of soap and begin washing his hands.
"Plumbing is dirty work," he commented with a chuckle as he vigorously scrubbed his ham-like hands and rinsed them under the faucet.
As she watched him, Christine unconsciously drained the tall, strong, drink he made her. Together, they heard the click as the dishwasher changed cycles. Carter then dropped to his knees and inspected the pipe and fittings he had installed to make sure they weren't leaking water.
"Yep," he said with a certain amount of pride, "she's all fixed. It won't give you any more trouble," he added as he pulled himself to his feet.
"I just don't know how to thank you enough," Christine said. For some reason she had trouble getting the words out of her mouth! And her whole body seemed to be in a hot flush. She felt like she was standing near a hot oven! Of course, she told herself, it's the rum! Christine always flushed when she drank too much too quickly. "Why not pay me with another drink?" Carter said softly. "I fixed that in record time, so I don't have to get home yet. Want me to make 'em?"
"Well ... sure," Christine replied. She could hardly refuse him a drink after what he had done for her. She got the ice while he again poured two stiff drinks.
"Let's get out of the kitchen," Christine remarked as she accepted the glass from him. "Suits me," Carter smiled.
Christine led the way into the den. She sat down in the sofa - and wished she had not done so the moment he sat close by her side!
"That was pretty nice what you done for Bobby yesterday," Carter commented slowly.
"What do you mean!" Christine replied much too quickly, her cheeks blushing a bright pink. "What did I do for Bobby yesterday?"
"I don't rightly know, Christine," Carter returned with an obscenely lewd chuckle.
"Did he tell you I did something for him?" she asked, wondering if the stupid kid had run right home to tell his father what they had done.
"He didn't have to," Carter replied with a light laugh. "I didn't ask because he wouldn't have told me anyway. That boy is tight-mouthed as hell when he wants to be."
"Then what did you mean?" Christine pressed, relieved that the boy hadn't gone home to give a blow-by-blow description of their afternoon.
"You know, Christine," Carter began, casually placing his hand on her knee, "a man knows other men pretty good. And a father knows his son even better. Bobby didn't have to tell me. It was written all over his face that he got his ashes hauled yesterday ..."
"I don't see ... " "And from the way he looked at you today," Carter continued, "it sure wasn't no secret who hauled his ashes for him. Don't get me wrong, Christine. I don't mind. Hell, I think it's good for a boy to get his licks in early in life."
Christine wanted to protest her innocence, bluff it out, but from the look in Carter's eyes she knew it would be impossible. He knew, and nothing she said would change his mind! She said nothing, and her hand trembled as she raised her glass to her mouth and took a long drag.
"We just wouldn't want it to get around the neighborhood, would we?" Carter said, boldly moving his hand an inch up her thigh. "You know what busy bodies we have on this block! Hell, I don't blame the kid! You're one sexy gal, Christine. I've had a mind to have a ball with you myself."
"Now just - " Christine began lamely.
"And, hell, I don't blame you, Chrissy," he continued. "I know what it's like when you're away from your mate. With old Larry gone, you're bound to get the hots for some action! Any gal would!"
"Please, Carter!" she cried as she felt his huge paw of a hand working its way up her thigh. "I don't want this."
"What?" Carter said in an outraged voice. " I said, I don't want this!" she protested, pushing his hand away from her thigh.
Carter's reaction was so swift and so unexpected, Christine was caught off guard. He shot his hand to her head and gabbed her hair, pulling it back cruelly so that her head snapped against the back cushion on the couch.
"You're saying you took care of my young son but you won't take care of me! Is that what you're saying?"
Christine didn't answer. It felt like he was yanking the hair off her head!
"What did you do to the boy?" he snapped at her, twisting her hair in his hand until she cried out in pain. "Did you give him a blow job?"
"Yes!" Christine gasped, terrified of the man.
"Did you let him fuck you?"
"Yes! Ow! Oh, please!" she pleaded as he pulled her hair when she hesitated to reply.
With his free hand, Carter grabbed her terry cloth robe and yanked it open. He felt a burning sensation in his loins when he stared at her naked tits! Man, he said to himself, they're even better than I thought they'd be\ Holding her head strained back, Carter pulled her robe free of her body and stared at her voluptuous figure. Like every other man on the block, Carter Wilson had watched Christine with lust. He'd always wondered how he'd arrange to get a little piece of her ass, and now he had the perfect situation!
"Please, Carter!" she pleaded.
"Listen, bitch! I'm not leaving here without the same thing you gave Bobby yesterday!"
"But - " "No buts about it, Christine!" he snapped. "I want a blow job and a good, hard, fuck. And if I don't get 'em, Larry and the rest of the neighborhood is gonna know about what you did to poor, innocent, Bobby. Got the picture?"
"You wouldn't!" she cried.
"You better bet your sweet ass I would!" he laughed. "How long do you think it will take Larry to toss your damn ass out on the street when he finds out you've been screwing around?"
"You bastard!" Christine snapped.
"Like I said," Carter laughed, "it's no skin off my ass what you do. Take care of me and I'll forget the whole thing."
"You filthy bastard!"
"And Bobby can keep servicing you," Carter added.
"What do you want?" Christine said in a low, throbbing, voice.
"I told ya! A blow job and a good fuck. Then I'll leave you alone."
Carter reached out with his free hand and began fondling her exciting tit. Is she ever built! he thought. He twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then leaned over to plant his mouth on hers. He ran his tongue slowly around her full, sensual, lips, then forced it between her teeth and into her mouth.
Christine's body trembled with fear when she felt his hand begin lewdly exploring every inch of her naked flesh. His crude, almost cruel probings of her body made her skin crawl! She didn't want this, but she had no choice! Christine had no idea if he was bluffing, but she couldn't afford to gamble. If he made good his threat and told Larry and people in the neighborhood, Christine knew that she would never be able to face any of them again!
"All right," she gasped, pushing his face away from her mouth. "But you give me your word that you'll forget all of this and never bother me again?"
"Look, I'm a man of my word!" he snapped at her. "If I tell you something, you can bank it!"
"All right," Christine sighed. "Can I have another drink?"
"Good idea, baby! You bet. I'll fix them."
"I'm going back to the bedroom," she said softly.
"Be right there!" Carter boomed. "Yeah, baby, now you're talkin'. I'll be right there!"
Trailing her robe behind her, Christine walked slowly, dejectedly down the hall to the master bedroom. For the first time in her life, Christine felt like a whore! Why had this happened to her? Was this her punishment for having sex out of Wedlock? Punishment or reward?
She dropped her robe on the floor and flopped down on the bed. Christine was flushed ~ flushed and a little dizzy! The room, even the bed, took on an unreal quality to her. She was rapidly becoming drunk and she didn't give a damn!
"Here we go!" Carter laughed, handing her a 68 t glass filled with rum and a little ice and soda as he stood staring down at her luscious nude body stretched out on the bed. "Man, you've really got some nice equipment there!"
Christine pulled herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and accepted the drink. She finished half the glass in one big gulp.
"I've got just the prick to match that brick shit-house body of yours!" Carter chuckled lewdly. "Take a look at it, Chris baby!"
Christine finished her drink in another big gulp, then reached out to unbuckle Carter's belt. Her fumbling fingers finally managed to pull his zipper down, and she reached inside his shorts.
"My God!" she exclaimed when she at last managed to yank his huge penis free of his shorts. Christine had to shake her head in an attempt to clear her vision. She'd never seen anything like this in her life! His prick was at least twelve inches long and as thick as a piece of heavy pipe! And beneath her trembling fingers that was what it felt like - a length of iron pipe just like on his truck!
"Bet you've never seen one like that!" Carter boomed proudly as he watched her eyes bulge when she held it in her hand.
"I ... I don't believe it!"
"Most gals wet their panties when they see that!" Carter replied with a hearty laugh. "Don't worry, you'll believe it when we get through!"
Carter drained his glass, set it on the nightstand by the bed, then quickly slipped out of his clothes. When he was completely naked, he stood directly in front of the beautiful brunette seated on the edge of the bed.
Christine couldn't take her eyes off the biggest cock she had ever seen! It was like a thick pole, a club sticking straight out from his groin! The head was swollen to the size of a small light bulb, and she could see the blood coursing through the thick veins that ran along the shaft like a webbing of rope. His balls hung like giant plums between his legs, and the matted black pubic hair grew around the base of his prick like a forbidding jungle!
"Well?" he said obscenely.
"What?" Christine asked.
"Don't just sit there looking at it, baby," he laughed. "Kiss it and make friends with it."
"Oh!" Christine responded, suddenly remembering her agreement. She leaned forward, her nostrils flaring wide as the strong, pungent odor of his sex wafted through her system. He smelled of sweat - hot sweat and sexual excitement - and the odor was strangely stimulating to Christine.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his rod, Christine slipped her tongue out between her lips and brought it to the pulsing, swollen, head of his cock. The heady flavor of his sex almost made her gag for a moment!
"Come on, baby, suck it!" he said obscenely, standing in front of her with his hands on his hips.
"Show me what you did to Bobby!"
Christine could have slapped him for that remark, but she remembered that she had made a bargain and she steeled herself to go through with it. She pursed her lips and slipped them over the swollen tip of his huge organ. Her jaws ached with pain as they stretched to allow his cock into her mouth.
It was so thick! So long and thick! The corners of her mouth felt like they had split and were bleeding as she pulled the giant penis into her throat! Her tongue felt like it was squashed beneath the weight of his incredible prick!
Her jaws stretched beyond their limit and straining, Christine began sucking his cock. She moved her hands in and out at his crotch and she cupped his heavy balls in her hand and began fondling them. His shaft so filled her mouth she thought she could feel it rubbing against both of her inner cheeks at the same time!
"Now that ain't bad!" Carter commented. "Not bad at all. You're a pretty good cock-sucker, Christine baby!"
Carter Wilson enjoyed the feeling of power he held over the beautiful girl sitting on the bed sucking his cock. He hadn't experienced this domination of a woman since he spent a whole afternoon fucking a young black girl he'd hired to help his wife. The black girl knew that if she didn't please the big white man, she just might vanish and never be heard from again. Things like that happened all the time to darkies, she knew. But this was even better! Christine was no stupid, bungling, inexperienced black girl! No, sir, Carter told himself! This woman knows what a man's cock is for! And she'd do whatever he told her to, or else!
Her mouth still ached, but the pain gave way to a peculiar numb feeling as she sucked his cock. Even though she had it in her mouth and could feel the blood pumping through the veins that lined his massive shaft, Christine could hardly believe the size of his organ! It was at least twice the size of Larry's!
When she thought about having this thick pole rammed up her, Christine shuddered. How could any girl take something this big in her vagina? She doubled the intensity of her oral attack in the hope that she could make him come in her mouth. At his age, she doubted he could get a second hard-on very quickly!
Carter felt his balls contract when he looked down at the beautiful, sexy woman running his prick in and out of her warm mouth. Her lips were stretched tight and rubbed hard on the flesh of his rod as they worked their way up and down the length of his thick shaft.
"That's gooood! Ooohhh, yes, baby, that's good cocksucking!" he grunted, grabbing her hair in both hands and holding her head as he began jerking his hips to fuck her mouth.
Christine had never been so humiliated in her life! He was holding her head tight in his powerful hands and raping her mouth with his massive prick! He was using her like she was just a cheap slut.
What disturbed Christine the most was the fact that a stirring had begun between her legs. How can you react to a vile, crude man like this? she cried out to her body. Yet she could feel her juices begin to flow and her clitoris was rapidly coming to life as his shaft bruised her lips and crushed her tongue.
In an effort to make him climax and end this humiliating torture, Christine again reached between his legs with both hands and began fondling and pumping his large balls. She slid a finger up the crevice between the cheeks of his ass and located his anus and began massaging it.
"Holy shit!" he groaned as his knees trembled. "You really know how to turn a guy on!"
Without warning, he suddenly pushed her head free of his groin and shoved her back on the bed. His hands were rough as he dug his fingers into her thighs and forced them wide apart.
"Please!" the frightened woman said quickly. "Please let me blow you, Carter."
"I'm now in the mood to fuck, baby!" he groaned, stroking his massive penis in his hand as he knelt between her soft thighs.
"But I want your cream in my throat!" she pleaded desperately, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't have to take him inside her.
"We'll save that for later, Christine baby," Carter said with a disgusting laugh. "How do you want it - in your cunt or up your ass?"
"In my cunt!" Christine replied in a panicked voice when she thought of what his huge prick would do to her rectum.
Christine closed her eyes when she saw him bring the swollen balloon at the end of his shaft to her slit. She wouldn't watch! She couldn't watch! She felt him run his cock up and down her crack, its weight and hardness crushing and bruising her tender flesh. His scrotum swayed back and forth, bouncing alternately against her soft thighs.
She cursed her body for responding! Even though he was hurting her and she was uncomfortable, her body was beginning to surge with desire! She could feel it sweeping across her skin with a prickly heat that made her breathing become deeper.
Then she felt him press the blood engorged head of his incredible penis against the opening to her vagina. Only the very tip slid inside her!
She blinked her eyes and saw that he was watching her with a beady, hungry, teasing, gaze. Spittle was oozing from the corners of his obscene mouth. Christine recognized that in his own childish way he was playing cat and mouse with her.
"What's the matter," she taunted, "aren't you man enough to fuck me?"
Christine experienced a brief, sweet moment of victory when she saw his eyes narrow and his mouth drop open in raw anger! She thought fearfully that he would strike out at her. She had, after all, momentarily taken his edge away from him.
The bitch! Carter said to himself. The smart-ass bitch! He'd show her! He braced his knees and drew the muscles in his hips taut. Then, when she once again closed her eyes, he jerked hard and lunged into her with his hard pole.
"AAuuuuurrrrnggggggghhhhhhhh!" Christine screamed when she felt his massive weapon rammed into her. The walls of her vagina felt like they were ripping apart! The most intense pain Christine could remember swept through her body! Every nerve ending in her system felt like it was being held against a hot flame!
"Are you woman enough to take it all?" he taunted, jerking his hips again and sending his rampaging prick another two inches inside her tight cunt.
"AAuurrgghh!" she screamed. "I -just - can't - take - it! You're killing meeee!" she cried, trying to heave his heavy body away. Tears formed in her eyes and began splashing down her cheeks. The pain was so intense she thought she was going to die!
"Here's another inch, you snotty bitch!" he roared, driving his hips like giant hammers to send his spike deeper and deeper into her quaking body.
"Oh, please! Pleeeaaassseee! I can't take it! Pleeaaaasssseee, CARTER! NO! NO MORE!"
"Oh yes, Christine baby, at least three inches more!" he grunted, thrusting and lunging with stroke after stroke to force his long, thick prick in her raw sex tunnel. The pain was like a hundred screaming sirens blasting in Christine's ears! She could feel the ropelike veins on his shaft gouging canals out of the sensitive inner flesh of her vagina. It felt like her body was being ripped into two parts!
Carter almost had an orgasm as he looked down at the gorgeous brunette impaled on his thick cock. Tears were running down her cheeks like small rivers. Her head was flailing back and forth on the bedspread. He reached down and grasped a firm tit in each hand, squeezing them none too gently as he remembered how she always bounced them in front of all the men on the block. She thought she was a really hot shit, but she'd be a lot more humble when good ol' Carter was through with her, thank you!
She was the only wife on the block who didn't wear a bra, and she could leave the men with aching nuts by just walking by and shaking her tits. The men talked about the way you could see her nipples pressed hard against the tight cotton blouses she wore. Carter had dreamed of laying Christine, and now he meant to make the utmost out of it!
Christine didn't know how or when it happened, but the pain suddenly seemed to give way to a completely new sensation in her tortured body! It still hurt, but now there was a mixture of excitement and joy combined with the pain sweeping through her! Her ravaged vagina was so stuffed with his thick, club-like cock - it seemed as if her entire body was wrapped around his prick! She even imagined she could feel the swollen head working its way through her stomach and up into her throat!
She tried to fight it, but her hips began grinding to skewer her body up the length of his impaling shaft. And she felt her sensitive nipples come alive and pop quiveringly erect! Christine cursed her body while she marveled at the new and strange sensations coursing through her veins.
She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his steel wool-like pubic hair grind against her clitoris as he lunged the final inch of his foot long penis to the very depths of her womb!
"Most gals can't take the whole thing," he grunted, "but most gals aren't red hot bitches like you, baby!"
"You ... vile ... bastard!" she snapped.
"You'll sing a different tune in a minute!" he laughed. Holding her breasts like handles, he slowly began pumping his hips. His prick began sliding in and out of her hot cunt, and with each downstroke he mashed her clitoris beneath his pelvis.
Carter almost laughed out loud when he saw her gritting her teeth and holding her eyes shut tight. She wasn't going to let him know she liked it! Well, he'd make her beg for it! He massaged her pert nipples in his hands while he stroked his cock in her cunt with short, jerking stabs. He heard her breathing become heavier, rasping in her throat, and he could feel her skin getting hotter and wetter by the second. When the muscles in her thighs began to spasm, he rubbed her clitoris beneath his pubic mound as hard as he could.
Christine was on fire! Flames were licking at every sensitive spot on her body! Her heart was pounding in her ears and it was all she could do to keep the moans of pleasure from escaping between her clenched teeth! He had triggered the animal lust in her, but she would rather die than let him know it!
What was the matter with her? Why did her body betray her like this? How could she possibly become aroused with a crude beast like this? Was what he said true? Was she nothing but a red hot bitch? Look at the way she had reacted to Bobby yesterday! And now she had the sweet boy's father in her! First the son, then the father!
Even as she cursed herself, electric shocks of desire were rocketing through her body! The fire in her vagina was spreading out of control and she could only give in to it.
"OOOooooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned when he pulled his massive rod all the way back and then lunged hard to the very depths of her womb with one vicious, exciting, thrust!
"Don't stop!" she cried when he held his heavy meat perfectly still inside her cunt.
"You want to be fucked?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes," Christine replied in a small, thin voice, making what she thought was her final capitulation.
"Tell me," he taunted. "Beg me to lay it to you, Christine," he laughed, grinding his pubic hair against her quaking clitoris.
"You bastard! You filthy bastard!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
"Beg!" he commanded, savoring his cruel victory.
"Fuck me, goddamn it! Please, FUCK ME!" she cried, skewering her body up his shaft. "OH! OOOoooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Carter pulled back and gave her a hard thrust, then stopped.
"Damn it, Carter!" she moaned. "Don't play games with me! Fuck me! Shove that cock up me. Make me feel every inch of it!"
Carter's rigidly imposed control began to melt away as she begged him and writhed her body beneath him. If she wanted to feel his prick, he'd make her feel it! He dug his toes into the mattress and began bucking against her body with everything he had in him. His hips flew like hammers to drive the nail into her willing, writhing, body! His balls slapped hard against the firm cheeks of her ass and he watched her tits shake like jelly under his assault.
The pain had all but vanished from Christine's ravaged vagina, to be replaced with the electric joy of being impaled on a hot, throbbing, hunk of steel-like cock. She dug her fingernails into the bedspread and tried to hold on as she rode his raging prick.
While Christine hated her body for betraying her like this, she gorged herself with the animal pleasures sweeping through her. She felt like a beautiful mare in heat with a proud stallion shoving his yard-long dong up her!
The bed springs began creaking, then screamed as their bouncing bodies rutted against the mattress. Christine threw her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back.
Her eyes flew open as she felt herself lifted free of the mattress and she found him standing on the floor with her body suspended on his iron pole! She put her arms around his neck and allowed him to carry her across the room, his cock thrusting into her womb all the way.
Then her back was against the wall and he was jabbing into her as he held her there! Christine had never had it like this! It seemed like he was trying to nail her body to the wall with the huge spike of his hard penis! She held on, riding his cock and grinding her hips against the smooth wall.
She moaned as wave after wave of pleasure crashed against the raw ends of her nervous system. She dug her heels into the hard cheeks of his ass and spurred him on.
For Carter Wilson the game was over! He'd never fucked a woman this hot before! His balls were aching and ready to explode. He drove her into the wall, lunging his quickly throbbing, pulsing, cock deeper and deeper into her hot cunt.
When she dug her heels into his ass, Carter released his control and fucked her with every ounce of his being! His prick flew in and out of her pussy, and he crushed her proud tits with his hairy chest.
His balls began to roar like an angry surf crashing against a rocky shore! He could feel the muscles of her tight cunt contracting to grip and milk his surging penis. He hadn't had a fuck like this in years! It was like being a young stud again!
"NOW!" Christine cried. "NOW! NOW! NOW! HARDER ... FASTER ... AAAaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!"
She dug her nails into his shoulders until she could feel his blood oozing around the sharp points. When the head of his cock erupted and began spewing molten hot jets of his passion into her, Christine practically fainted! Her orgasm was so intense she felt her heart leap up to her throat! And he kept on fucking her, his hips driving her back fiat against the wall, as the never-ending steaming streams of semen flooded her vagina! It was all she could do to hang onto consciousness!
Suddenly Carter's knees gave way and they were falling. Christine held on to him, holding his massive joint inside her vagina by gripping his waist with her knees. When they hit the floor, she still held him inside her by squatting on top of him.
"Devil!" Carter gasped. "You are one hell-of-a piece of ass, Christine!"
"You're pretty good yourself, Carter," she sighed. "But your son is better!"
She pulled herself off of him and walked to the bathroom on wobbly legs, the sweet taste of victory filling her system like an intoxicating liquor!
Christine wouldn't admit to herself how much she had enjoyed the screwing he had just given her, and she would never admit it to him. Not after the way he had humiliated her!
"You're really a bitch!" he growled after her.
Christine stopped at the door to the bathroom and turned to face him.
"You'd better believe it, Carter!" she said in a nasty tone of voice. "And if you're not a man of your word, you'll find out how bitchy I can be! I wonder what your wife would say if I told her what you did to me this afternoon."
"All right!" he snapped, pulling himself to his feet like a wounded bear. "All right! We call it square."
"We'd better!" she shot back. "Now get your filthy ass to hell out of here!"