Chapter 10
Audrey had the dinner ready to serve in minutes. The baked potatoes had only to be warmed up, the salad was all made and waiting to be tossed with the dressing, and the steaks would take less than fifteen minutes in the broiler.
The table of the dining room was attractively set, complete with a small, crystal vase of roses. She had taken a good wine out of the stock in the closet, one that she and Jerry saved for special occasions, and bought by the case.
She wore a pale green, silk hostess gown. The material outlined her shape exquisitely, and several bright colors shot through the fabric design, contrasting with her blonde coloring. It was a bit formal for the occasion, she thought, but trying to put the make on a faggot hairdresser took special pains. She realized that she was probably taking herself on a wild goose chase this evening, but there were times, while Mr. Edward set her hair, that she detected a distinct, highly masculine aroma coming from the man's body.
If he isn't straight, he should be! she thought, on many occasions.
Just as she was taking the cork out of the wine bottle, she heard a strange sound outside.
It was a loud roar, and it stopped abruptly outside her front door.
What the fuck kind of car is that? Audrey thought, running to the door and swinging it open. A large motorcycle was being propped up and the large man was dressed almost completely in leather, including a leather cap with visor. His bulging muscles pressed against the shiny, soft black material. When he turned her way she could see a bulging crotch clearly outlined in the glow from a nearby street lamp.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Audrey asked.
The leather-clad man walked directly up to her and smiled a dazzling smile of large, even white r teeth.
"MR. EDWARD!" Audrey gasped. Then she tried to hide her confusion. "Why, what a surprise! I didn't expect you to come driving up on something like that!"
Mr. Edward took off his cap, showing a thick mop of curly black hair. Under the leather jacket, a tight white tee shirt showed his bulging chest muscles.
"I have a car too," he said, "but this is the way I travel when I just want to please myself."
She ushered him into the room.
"Well," she said, "I can see you're a man who goes after the thing he wants!"
She crossed the room, poured each of them a martini from a frosty pitcher, and indicated that they should both sit on the sofa.
Mr. Edward sank heavily down into the soft upholstery. She hadn't noticed before what a really big man he was. He looked so muscular, so hairy.
She sat next to him and handed him his drink. He gulped down the entire martini.
"Sorry," he said, "I was thirsty!" He handed the empty glass back to her and she quickly crossed the room and poured him another.
"I suppose driving around on that thing puts a little dust in your throat," she said, handing him a fresh martini.
"It sure does," he replied, sipping more slowly this time. "My throat is all rough and dry, and I'll bet yours is real smooth and wet and tender!"
Audrey almost dropped her glass! His words entered her ears, shot through her brain, and ended up deep inside her womb!
"Why--I--" she stammered, "uh--yes, I suppose it is!"
He reached over and clamped a big hand around the back of her neck. It felt rougher, more forceful than when it massaged her scalp.
"Prove it!" he snapped at her. Then he pulled her face roughly forward and pressed it onto his crotch.
Audrey's mouth was crushed into the leather bulge. She felt his cock stiffen immediately. It was strange, she thought, feeling a cock through leather. She let her mouth open and her tongue began to lick the big dick through the strange fabric.
His hand tightened on the back of her head, and he pushed her in harder.
"Oh, yeah, you stuck-up bitch!" he moaned. "Lick my crotch! Get your nose in there and take a good sniff! Lick it all over, you beautiful slut you!"
Mr. Edward had become an excellent judge of women, and he'd pegged Audrey from the start as one of the hottest-pussied broads he ever come within touching distance of. Every time he massaged her scalp she had an orgasm. Once, while he was working on the back of her neck, he actually saw a damp spot appear against the thin fabric of her slacks. His instincts with her had proven exactly right. She was slobbering over his crotch now like a mindless idiot.
"Hey, easy!" he said, pulling her face up by her hair, hurting her. "You'll lick these pants so hard they'll have to be saddle-soaped!"
The woman was reaching up and unbuttoning the front of her green silk hostess gown. She wore nothing underneath it.
"Why don't you slip them off then?" she said. "And let me lick something that won't have to be saddle-soaped later!"
He chuckled and stood up.
She curled up on the sofa, playing with her breasts and watching him. He reached down, unzipped this boots, and pulled them off. Then he unzipped the front of his leather trousers and slowly began to slide them down. When they reached his cock she saw that he wore a leather jock strap!
He pulled the pants all the way off. They peeled away from his bulging body like paint.
Audrey's pussy started soaking! She thought he was the most physically attractive man she had ever seen.
Mr. Edward shoved her back onto the sofa and crawled over on top of her. "Taste the strap!" he barked.
He shoved his crotch down roughly on her chin and mouth.
"But our dinner!" she mumbled through his nuts.
"Fuck dinner!" he growled down at her. "Lick!"
She began to lick the leather pouch that encased his balls. There was more sweat now, more heady male aroma. He shoved his pelvis forward and presented her mouth with his ass. He reached down and pulled his hard, hairy cheeks apart.
"Rim me!" he snapped. Then he sat down on her beautiful face.
Her tongue shot out and she began to probe his tight hole with all her might. She licked up inside as far as she could go, and he relaxed his sphincter muscle, allowing her to go even farther.
"Eat me out, you goddamn nymphomaniac!"
Audrey probed and sucked and licked harder. She grabbed his muscular cheeks in her hands and massaged them. Then he pulled his crotch roughly away from her.
He stood over her and barked a deep, mean voice. His face was a mask of anger and excitement.
"Now get naked and go in the bedroom! The way I figure it, a woman's got seven holes she can get fucked in, and I might try out every one of yours!"
Audrey's eyes registered fright, but she reached down and began to massage her crotch.
"Seven?" Audrey asked.
"That's right, bitch!" he snapped back. "Ears, nostrils, mouth, cunt and ass-hole!"
Audrey's cunt began to soak her fingers.
"There are three that I especially like to use," Audrey said.
Mr. Edward grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her off the sofa, onto her knees.
"I'll fuck you between your toes if I feel like it, you horny slut, so get in the bedroom like I said!"
Audrey made a beeline for the bedroom, starting in a sprinting position. When she reached the sheets she was naked. She couldn't even remember tearing off the green silk hostess gown.
Mr. Edward leaped on her back like a frog. He rubbed his lather-clad crotch up and down her back several .times. Then he stood up and removed the confining garment, balancing himself over her as he did so.
She rolled over on her back and looked straight up. He was completely nude to the waist. Above, her brain absorbed only abstracts of white tee shirt, leather jacket, cap, hard, mean features, bulging muscles and cruel eyes.
Below the waist the impressions got more specific. His thighs were hairy and massive, and his cock and balls hung down like merchandise in a delicatessen window. The nuts were like pieces of meat cut from unknown parts of cattle. The cock swung thick and heavy above her face, like two knockwurst sewn together. She knew that when it became hard she'd have a salami.
"See anything you like?" he asked.
She moaned and began to churn her hips into the mattress.
"Yes! Yes!" she whispered. She reached down and separated the lips of her blonde pussy, running a finger gently along the crack.
"What do you want to do with it?"
"Put it all over me," she moaned. "In my mouth and pussy and ass-hole! I want to rub it all over my face and breasts and belly and thighs and ass! I want you to rub your whole body all over me!"
He smiled a cruel smile at her.
Then he crouched down until the head of his cock rested against her lips.
"Skin it back!" he said.
She pulled back the heavy foreskin and saw the big pink head pop out into freedom. A drop of pre-seminal juice had already formed at the slit and was drooling down the underside.
"Clean it up!"
She flicked out her tongue and scooped up the drop of clear fluid. It tasted almost bland, watery.
Mr. Edward eased his pelvis down slowly, and the big bulb of his glans pressed between her lips.
"Eat that lollipop!"
She closed her mouth over the head and sucked the smooth flesh in, swirling her tongue around and around the tip at the same time.
"Owwwwww!" the big man groaned.
Several more drops of the clear fluid ran out the tip of his cock and into her mouth. She felt the liquid roll down her tongue and into her throat. She swallowed.
His cock began to swell and soon the head was forcing her lips wider and wider apart. Her mouth felt stretched, just accommodating the enormous knob. She forced her mouth open wider, and he had to push very little until the entrance to her throat was completely clogged.
She brought her mouth off the cock, forcing his crotch up.
"My god!" she said; "There's nothing I can do with one that size!"
"Lady," the man said, stroking his erection back and forth, "if this doesn't fit your pussy, it's gonna tear your ass-hole from here to tomorrow!"
Audrey looked up again at the thick pole. Only the head was shiny and glistening from her mouth. She hadn't been able to suck past that point.
The thought of something so enormous going up inside her made her quiver with excitement! It looked like a small arm! She pulled her knees back until they touched her breasts. Her pussy was soaking, and it pointed straight up at him.
She whispered at him.
"If you kill me, get out of here fast!"
Her arms were wrapped around her thighs, pulling the legs back as far as they would go.
Mr. Edward lined up the head of his cock with the swollen pussy lips and teased them.
"Owww shit!" she moaned. "Put that thing down in there! Darling, stop if I beg you to, but if you don't want to stop, then just go ahead and rip me open! I can see a doctor tomorrow!"
The head began to force its way between the lips, and suddenly it met with a barrier. Audrey almost fainted from pleasure! It was as though she were a virgin again!
"Don't worry, darling!" she purred at him, . reaching around and grasping his hard buttocks at the same time. "That's only my little old door. If it's locked, just go ahead and batter it down!"
With a mighty sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she let the doors open wide, and at the same time, Mr. Edward, heated up beyond reason, plowed straight down.
His cock tore up inside her with such force that she lost her breath.
In her semi-conscious state, she realized that he was yanking her hands away from his back, where her nails had begun to draw blood.
He shoved her arms over her head and held them there, while his mouth descended and began to nuzzle her titties. He drew his cock out until just the head was still lodged inside, and then slammed brutally down again. . .
"UGH!" she grunted. The cock had stabbed into her back wall, and she felt bruised. But the pain didn't matter any more. She welcomed any sensation that would let her know her pussy was alive! She was completely stuffed, stuffed like she never dreamed could happen. No dildo on earth could have filled her so fully! And the thick slab of meat was not only stretching her to the extent of her capabilities, it was also alive and throbbing and jerking!
"Rip me from ass-hole to elbow!" she shouted up at the man above her. "Fuck my pussy to shreds! Kill me with that fucking dick of yours, you son of a bitch!"
He began to hammer into her fast, doing a sort of push-up. Her knees were so far back now they framed her head. Her pussy was tilted straight up, completely exposed and vulnerable to any assault the man cared to give it.
Mr. Edward looked down and saw that he was pulling two inches of pussy wall out with each backward movement. The sight was nothing new to him. Most women he fucked were too small for him, and he had reamed out many a cunt to fit his size. Audrey's snatch was totally submissive at this point. She hadn't gotten used to the size yet, and her muscles didn't know what to start doing.
The man pushed his head between her breasts and brought his hands roughly over the golden globes at the same time. His pelvis began to hammer mercilessly.
"You're killing me! You're killing me!" the blonde woman screamed, grasping his face closer to her heaving breasts.
The gigantic dick ripped in and out until the scene became a sexscape of unharnessed lust.
"Aggggh!" Audrey screamed against his ear.
"Shut up, you fucking bitch!" he snarled back at her. "Why don't you just open the doors and sell tickets?"
"Darling!" she moaned, keeping her voice lower, "I'd have to charge a thousand dollars a ticket to let anyone see the way you're stretching me!"
He pushed forward until she thought she would pass out.
"You getting enough, you bitch? Are you finally getting enough?"
She ran her hands lightly down his hairy thighs.
"Why don't you shove yourself so far in that it comes out my throat?"
He pushed hard, making her wince.
"Feel anything?"
"It's almost at the back of my throat!"
"That so?"
He pushed again, and this time Audrey felt something give, sending her into a swoon of pain, anxiety, and pleasure.
"There's no man will ever be good enough after tonight!" he hissed down at her. Then he gave his pelvis another little flick. She felt like two more inches had pushed against an already impossible barrier.
"AAGGHH!" she moaned, clutching him more tightly to her.
He flicked his hips again and she almost passed out!
"You can take it, can't you, bitch?" he said in a low voice. "You can take the whole works, can't you?"
She grabbed his buttocks more gently this time. "I can take it until you shoot out my fucking ears!"
Mr. Edward knew when he jabbed his hips forward he would cause her the most intensive pain she had ever experienced.
Her mouth shot open, and an animal-like groan escaped her mouth. She breathed hard, but she finally found enough voice to speak.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "You afraid of something? Why don't you start fucking like you meant it, you fucking pansy!"
Mr. Edward began to use her the way he had never used a woman in his life.