Chapter 1
"Oh, damn!" Randi Yates shouted as she watched the pink vibrator hit the tile floor of the bathroom and crack.
"Something wrong, angel?" her husband called from the adjoining bedroom.
She bent down and scooped the vibrator up into her hands. She examined it carefully and muttered another curse.
"No, nothing is wrong, darling," she said, trying to sound much calmer than she felt.
The vibrator was indeed damaged beyond repair and Randi sighed in response to her mounting despair. It wasn't a good time for her trusty vibrator to be out of commission. But, then there wasn't ever a good time for a lady to be without the services of a good, hard phony cock. Still, she wasn't about to risk shards of plastic spinning off inside her pussy. She would just have to slip out tomorrow and get another vibrator.
"I thought I heard something break in there," Roger Yates said from the bedroom. "Sure you didn't cut yourself?"
"I'm sure, Roger," she responded, trying to keep the long sigh out of her voice. "I just dropped a jar of cream and it cracked. No problem."
She quickly stashed the cracked vibrator beneath the bathroom sink behind bottles of cleansers and sponges. Then she attempted to busy herself applying her makeup and getting ready for another dreadful dinner party with the Denson's. As she examined herself in the mirror, she blinked back at the image of her beauty queen attractiveness and shook her head sadly. For the countless time she considered the ugly irony that made a lovely shapely young woman like herself panic at the breakage of a plastic vibrator. The real pity was, she reminded herself, that a woman such as herself even owned one of the damned things.
She stepped back from the huge mirror and inspected the rest of her naked body critically studying herself. Without a doubt she had the kind of body that men creamed over, not to mention a few women as well! Her work as a part time model had started just to give her a way to fill some free time. But now, if she allowed it, she would be getting assignments full time and even beyond. Yet, Roger had already nipped that notion in the bud and, quite honestly, Randi agreed with her husband. What was the point of being the wife of a well-to-do, respected businessman if the wife had to work all the damn time? She couldn't deny the obvious advantages of being Mrs. Roger Yates. It was just that a few of the disadvantages still shocked her after five years of marriage.
She cupped her lovely tits in her hands and eyed them in the mirror. Her jugs were ample, solid and full. She was especially proud of the fact that her nipples looked as though they were perched atop her tit mounds. As if some sculptor had created her form, then dropped two ripe strawberries atop her swelling, global mass as an after thought.
She lowered her gaze to her trim waist and nodded in silent self-approval. Her waist was small enough for Roger to wrap his hands around and have the fingers come together. Her tiny waist had always been the envy of every female she had encountered since her college days.
Then, she came to her hips and her smile grew. Her hips were her best feature, perfectly proportioned and turned out just enough to prove a description of her as being voluptuous to be accurate.
Her legs were long and muscular, kept that way by her fondness for tennis and swimming and other athletic activities. She rubbed her hands up and down the tops of her thighs, feeling the silky smoothness before twisting slightly and glancing at her swelling, firm asscheeks.
"Better hurry up, baby," Roger called out. "Don't want to keep the Denson's waiting forever."
Fuck the Denson's, Randi thought as she grabbed her eyeliner pencil. And fuck these endless business-dinner meetings, too. Her hand shook slightly as she fought to control the boiling rage. Things definitely hadn't worked out the way Randi had imagined five years ago when she first met Roger Yates. Not by a long shot.
In the beginning, she thought marrying Roger was one of the most promising ideas she had ever come up with in her life. After all, he was young, handsome, hung like a prize bull, and he owned a country club. At least, his father owned the club, but that was damned near as good. And, to top it all off, Roger was wild about her.
"My friends can't believe I'm so lucky" he said the night he gave her the engagement ring. "They can't get over it. Here I am, getting a beauty queen that is no bubble head."
She had smiled in her unique bitchy-innocent way as she accepted the huge diamond. It was with the same coy, restrained enthusiasm that she had first accepted his cock. Remembering it all now caused her to flash a smoldering smile into the bathroom mirror as she applied her makeup with automatic precision.
She had insisted that they not have sex before they were engaged. So, the giving of the ring was a tremendous ceremony for Roger. She chuckled recalling the evening. Things had worked out just as she had planned. The years of rejecting and frustrating would-be lovers and breath-taking studs had finally paid off. With calculated discipline, Randi had miraculously remained a virgin. From the age of fourteen, she had determined to never give in to any temptation. By the age of fourteen she knew all too well that the prize between her legs could be a powerful instrument, if used properly, to land her a rich, handsome man.
The night of her deflowering took place in a penthouse apartment also owned by Roger's father. The lavish apartment, she discovered in subsequent years, was kept by the elder Yates for a rotating string of mistresses. But on that eventful night five years ago, the place was all arranged by Roger for her engagement ceremony. He had ordered champagne and roses for the occasion.
After guarding her maidenhead for so long, the arrival of the night when she would finally surrender it left her trembling and nervous. Even the huge rock now adorning her finger didn't completely calm her fears as she had expected. But, Roger had been smooth, sweet and considerate. And, she remembered with a warm feeling, how she had loved him for it.
"Oh, my God!" she had said upon first touching his king size cock. "It's sooooo big. Where the hell are we gonna put it?"
"What do you mean, angel?" Roger had said, stroking the full rich thicket of her raven hair while she stroked and fondled his massive boner.
"I mean my pussy is only this big!"
She had made a little inch indication with her thumb and forefinger, grinning shyly without taking her eyes off his huge dong.
"Don't worry Randi," he said with a wide smile. "It will stretch. You'll see."
And with that, he upended her so that her raven tresses fanned out over the pillows. And her untouched pussy slit split open and ready to receive his big man dick.
He got up onto his knees and spread them apart just enough to bring them flush against her taunt asscheeks. He pressed her ankles down so that her knees folded and held the ankles tight into her luscious body. Then, he liberally applied some lubrication lotion to her virgin hole, rubbing it gently over her gorgeous juicy hot crack.
He skated his hand around, feeling the entrance to her unused cunthole and paused when he rubbed her clit. It was engorged with blood and popped lewdly up between her quivering inner pussy lips. He fondled it gently then rubbed it harder, thrilling her beyond her wildest expectations.
"Ooooohhhh!" she wailed as new sensations exploded over her body.
"You've got a great clit, Randi," he whispered. "I'm gonna love playing with this. Just wait until I suck it?"
"Oooohh, yes! Play with it," she said pleading. "Keep playing with it! Yeeeeesssss!"
"I'll do it like you want me to," he said and plied the thing back and forth until it throbbed like a drumbeat.
"Aaaaahhhh! I don't know what I want you to do," she stammered, frightening heat rushing up from the pit of her snatch, shocking her with a mild panic. "I've never touched myself down there before?"
"You're kidding," Roger said, holding her hard clit firmly between his fingers for a moment. "You really never have, Randi?"
"Nooooo! Oh, God, noooo!" she gasped, fighting the onrushing passion that threatened to consume her. "I was always told never to play with myself down there?"
"I was lucky," Roger admitted, still toying with her throbbing clit with deft squeezes. "Dad took me to hookers now and then and from them I learned about things that drive women wild. This little love button is super-sensitive, like you are finding out."
His words were accompanied by a swabbing and pressing motion that made her feel like screaming in hot, lusty delight. She had never been so turned on.
"Now, wait until you feel this," he said, straightening his posture and aiming his huge prick up until it touched the firm juicy bulb of her clit. "Let me touch it with my dick. That should give you a bit more stimulation?"
"If I had any more stimulation," she said between passionate breaths, "I'd probably pass out!"
Roger chuckled and rubbed the wide smooth head of his massive man-cock over the quivering rubber head of her clit. She shrieked and endured a thundering jarring that attacked her nerves. Hot juices rumbled from deep inside her cunt and gushed out over her hairy pussy lips as her shrieks grew into lusty screams.
"Oooohhhhh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" she cried out and bounced her hips up and down and thrashed around madly all over the bed. The more she tried to control herself, the more intense her spasming, convulsing became. Embarrassment flooded her and she actually worried that she was having some sort of stroke. Then, he soothingly informed her that she was coming and that it was perfectly natural.
The violent storm slowly passed and she fought to regain some semblance of breath. When she did, she realized that Roger had begun again and the thrilling friction was once again gathering sparks of sensation inside tingling nerves she never knew existed.
"Relax and enjoy it, Randi," he said softly. "I want you to come as many times tonight as you can. Get used to the wonderful feeling."
He rubbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, then diddled it feverishly. When he had heated her back up, he lodged his engorged cockhead against it and sawed the red and swollen knob of his throbbing cock over her oily hot clit. She squealed with joy as she felt it vibrate against his spongy dickhead. And, in the next second, she came again. Her cunt shuddered and more fluid gushed out onto her hairy pussy lips, drenching his prick head.
"Oh, sheeeiiittt!" She screamed and humped her ass violently. She tried to scream out again but Roger choked it off by covering her mouth with his. She felt his stiffened tongue drive between her lips and she instinctively sucked on it, automatically savoring his deep Frenching.
"I'm gonna try to put my dick in now," he said softly against her lips. "Just tell me if it hurts. Just pull my hair or hit my shoulders or something. I'll go slow and easy until you get used to it."
She blinked up into his handsome face and saw a huge grin spread over his features as he gripped the thick base of his huge dong. He aimed the smooth rounded head of his pecker into the impossibly tight and tiny slit of her pussy. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw big blue veins bulge along the full length of his enormous shaft. She involuntarily scooted back, trying to get away from the attacking pole just as he stuck the giant mushroom cap of his cock inside the tiny gripping hole of her cunt. He spread her tender lips with one hand, stimulating her quivering clit again.
"Oh, God!" she yelled and sat up abruptly, gulping hard.
"You okay, Randi?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, God!" she repeated and flopped back down.
Roger froze. "Want me to stop?"
She shook her head wildly from side to side. "No! 0h, God, no!" she wailed. "Don't stop! Fuck me, Roger! Fuck me now!"
Roger groaned as he leaned forward, pushing his bulbous cockhead deeper into the hot, velvet vise of her cunt lips. He stuck his pecker in a bit more, waited as she felt a tremble vibrate through his body, matching her own twitching and convulsing, then plowed even deeper into her virgin cavern.
Randi shuddered and squealed as her cunt seemed to suck his cock inside as much as his force was penetrating her womanly hole. "Oh, give it to me, Roger!" she yelled. "It's burning and stinging like hell, but keep going! God, I want it so much!"
Roger smiled and thrust his ass back. "If that's what you want, baby," he said with a sneer. "Here goes!"
The tiny hot chamber of her cunt passage pressed around his dick, blocking his entry with a delightful pressure. She yelped throaty sighs as he continued to press forward, ramming his sturdy prick into the unyielding pussy membranes.
"Oh, oh, oooohhhh! I'm coming again!" she bellowed.
His pecker was less than halfway inside her cavern as her maiden nectar flowed and spasms rocked her groin. She felt her twat undulate and grip his cock hard, clutching onto the searing rod like a fleshy leech. She screamed joyously in a weird mixture of pain and pleasure as her pussy twisted itself around his engorged wang, massaging it to a slick, rock-hard finish.
When he pumped his dick further inside her, she belched another guttural cry of passion and slowly opened her eyes to gaze into the grinning face of the man who was taking her cherry.
"Hang on, baby," he warned with a grunt as he lunged his dick hard into her bursting canal.
With that, the coarse strip of flesh that had been guarding her womanly channel all these years finally gave way as his drilling cockhead pierced its jealous protective barrier. She gasped at the initial pain of her cunt-cover popping, then moaned a deep-throated growl of wounded passion as his pecker screwed nonstop through the shredded tissue, drilling deeper and deeper into the scorching delicate area where no other cock had been.
She continued to groan and whimper, as much from relief that the ordeal was finally over and her virginity was finally lost, as from the burning pain. Strangely, the pain was quickly evaporating into a building pleasure and, out of curiosity, she peered down between her spread thighs and marveled at the sight of Roger's thick, meaty dick driving into her pussy.
His prick looked delicious and red and hard and hairy at the huge base. She couldn't see his balls, but when she asked if she could feel them, he took her hand and guided her there. Another shuddering shiver raced up and down her spine, beginning as a searing flame in the heart of her quivering twat passage when she kneaded his nuts eagerly. Such sponge meaty balls, she whispered to herself with a tremor of awe. So full and taut and heavy and seamy.
As she played with his heavy-hanging balls, she ground her ass around in tight, tentative little circles. That made lusty darts of pleasure shoot all over her body, thrilling her with renewed excitement. As she sizzled, she popped again, coming fiercely and violently.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm coming again! Aaahhhh, damn, it's wonderful!"
Through it all, Roger continued to lance her tight female hole again and again with his hard, punishing fuck-pole. He jerked his hips and ass around in erotic fuck-strokes, plowing his blood streaked, slick pecker through her sloshy-wet pussy passage. He stirred up the meaty sluice of her cunt until the honey ran like a river. Lewd noises came from her passion pit as her body juices gripped his imbedded man-meat in a mud-slippery hold, pressuring his dong with pulsating spasms of her invaded cunt-walls.
"I'm about to fill your cunt with cream," he said with a grunt. He reached down and rubbed her clit with his fingertips while continuing to plunge his dick in and out of her soupy crevice. "Yes, yes, angel," he groaned. "You're making my balls dance! Wow! I'm about to blast my jizz!"
"Yeah! Do it, Roger!" she pleaded. "Give your man-cream! I can't wait to see what it's like. Stuff my cunt with your hot, white load!"
He yelled and closed his eyes as his dick slit opened and his spunk poured out.
"Oh, yeeceaaaahhhh!" Randi yelled. "I can feel it rushing into my cunt! Oh, God! I can feel your hot jizz flooding my tiny pussy-hole!"
As his wad blasted into her cavern, coating her clinging, ruptured pussy tissues, it tripped another massive orgasm of her own. She squealed with delight as rapture engulfed her, shuddering her burning twat and jarring the senses throughout her body. Roger's stomach contracted one last time and his thick man-cream splattered his fiancée's hot, kneading cunt. Through it all, Randi screamed with pleasure, savoring the spurting of his shooting come and loving the tremendous ecstasy of her own climax.
Finally, when he managed to free his still rock hard prick from the tight confines of Randi's gripping snatch, she was amazed. She had given up her closely guarded virginity and it had felt delicious. And, this was only the beginning!
Their lusty sex continued during the rest of their courtship and through the first year of their marriage. They experimented with every possible position and even tried a few weird variations. Neither one could get enough of the other's body. Randi would spend her days while Roger was away working dreaming up new techniques and different things to try. At night when Roger returned, she would be happily surprised that Roger had spent most of his day thinking of similar things. It was a glorious, lusty time.
"Darling, if we're going to be late, maybe I should call the Denson's," Roger called out, bringing Randi back to the present, less happy time.
"I'm coming," she replied, sighing once again at the loss of the plastic vibrator. It was something that Roger had strictly forbidden. He wouldn't have anything replacing his dick. He wouldn't even allow Randi to stick her fingers up her cunt unless he was around to guide them. Considering their wild sexual practices early in their marriage, Roger had matured into a real boring, narrow-minded jerk.
Her mind drifted toward the Denson's and Randi sighed again as she put the finishing touches on her cosmetic chores. Roger was demanding that they spend more and more time with the Denson's and that was slowly driving Randi nuts. Grace Denson was definitely a dry cunt, and Horace was the type of bore that made Roger look like the life of the party.
She steeled herself for the coming evening by reminding herself that meeting with the Denson's was mainly a business proposition. The country club badly needed a financial shot in the arm. The tennis courts would soon be desperate for a complete overhaul. The golf course was still playable, but the greens were beginning to resemble the Mekong Delta. Membership had been slipping for the last three years. The Denson's had bragged that they were on the make for a good investment and Roger was playing up to them.
She slipped on her red silk dress, gave her hair a final check and opened the bathroom door grandly. "How do I look?" she asked.
"Great, great," he snapped without looking up as he crossed to the bedroom door. "Let's get moving."
"Roger," she said, hoping to keep the pleading tone out of her voice. "Let's cancel out tonight."
He stopped and sighed, facing her for the first time. "What's the matter now, Randi?" he asked.
Randi set her two hands against her curvaceous hips and shot her husband a sultry look. "What's the matter with me might be cured if I could get a thick slab of that fuck-meat you so proudly display between your legs."
Roger faced her with an odd expression creasing his otherwise handsome features. He took a deep breath.
"Now, Randi," he said, fighting to be patient. "You know we've got this dinner engagement. And if it wasn't important ..."
"My pussy is important, too!" she shouted, with more fire than she would have thought she had in her on this occasion.
"Now, baby," he said with a whine that she had grown to hate. It was whine designed to let him get his way and to make her feel guilty. She had heard it all too often in the last few years. He was using the whine even more frequently lately, almost as a substitute for fucking her. And that, in turn, is what caused her to buy the vibrator.
"Roger" she said with a toss of her jet black hair. "Let's just stay home tonight. What's wrong with that? We can reschedule the Denson dinner for later in the week."
"Baby," he said, his dour expression threatening to become a permanent fixture. "If it wasn't important ..."
"Yeah," she snapped, cutting off his words again.
"You know the Denson's have been trying to get us to go out so they could talk about this new venture they're all worked up about."
"Yeah."
"Look, I know that Grace and Horace aren't the most exciting people in the world," be said lamely. "You can say that again," she snapped.
"But we're damned near ready to go belly-up. You know that. I've got to do anything I can to save the club. Dad would have understood."
Randi's green eyes flashed with glinting anger. "Well, maybe you should have married your dear old dad." She spat the words and immediately regretted it. Insulting Roger's dead father wasn't going to solve anything.
"Fine, Randi," he said sharply. "Be a bitch. I'll go without you."
Her mind latched on the idea. That wasn't a bad thought. Alone, at least she could finger-fuck herself by the fireplace. Shit, she reminded herself, the vibrator is cracked beyond use. Her marriage, she feared, was approaching the same situation.
"I'm sorry,' she said in a soft tone. "I didn't mean it."
"I know you're under a lot of pressure right now, Randi," he said patronizingly. "I am, too."
"I know you are," she agreed, slipping on her coat.
"Listen, baby, if we can work a deal with the Denson's ..."
His voice trailed off on a high note, suggesting that if maybe they could work something out with this other couple, things might magically go better between the two of them. As if business improvement would automatically mean an improvement in their relationship. Right now, Randi was ready to grab at any possibility.
"Sure, darling," she said, pulling her coat tight over her high, proud tits. "Things will work out fine," she added, not so sure.