Chapter 2
He didn't have the patience for that kind of shit. He was getting another idea, and he pushed her back.
"When did you say your old man is due home?" Jill was afraid again. She could he and get out of this thing, but she didn't.
"I don't know." The sight of his prick hypno-tized her. Slavishly, she took it in her hands. "Please ... I want you to fuck me. I'll make you hard again and then I want you to fuck me!" His cheek hurt where she had scratched him. Good thing she hadn't hurt him when she kneed him. No, he wasn't through with her yet, not by a long shot. He still had a score to settle.
"I don't know isn't good enough, slut. When, exactly? And you'd better not be lying to me." Much as he wanted to fuck her, he knew better than to get caught. No matter how much of a whore a man's wife might be, they never believed it when it happened. He probably wasn't fucking her enough, but he'd come across upset and murderous when he found out she was getting a lit-tle fucking on the side. No, he didn't need that kind of trouble.
She wiped at her pussy protectively. "It's the truth! I don't know! He just said he had to work late. It'll be a couple hours, at least."
There was time, then. Time for him to really break her in, break her in so that she'd never tell anyone. Truth was, he hadn't had such a lively cunt in a long time. She was gorgeous, even someone he might want to keep fucking. Young, too, she couldn't be past twenty-five. And hotter than shit.
"So you want me to fuck you, huh?" he grinned.
"Oh, yes!"
He grinned wider at the naked lust that broke out of her face. She was really cock-hungry, all right. Probably needed it all the time and didn't get it nearly enough.
"Yeah. But first you have to make me hard again, right?"
"Oh, yes, I'll make you so hard-" Her eager hands were already back on his prick, which was
showing signs of life again. She wanted his prick in her cunt, she wanted to feel the thick, hard shaft fuck her to the core!
"Not like that," he said. "What do you mean?" "In your mouth. Go on. Do it!" "My mouth?"
He chuckled evilly. "That's right. In your mouth. You do know how to give a decent blow job, don't you? Sure you do."
"But-but it's all-all dirty." She eyed his cock, thinking with distaste about where it had just been. The horny ache was in her cunt, and it made it hard for her to think or care. She wanted him!
"That's just the point," Ben said. "Now lick it. Clean it up. Then-maybe-I'll fuck you." Ben stood now in front of her where she knelt, his prick not far from her face. An obscene thrill shot through her.
"Suck it, baby. I won't ask you again." Hesitantly, she moved. His prick flopped in her face as he thrust his hips forward. Again he was forcing her, and again she had no choice. And again, she loved it.
She closed her eyes and sucked his prick into her mouth as fast as she could. Her mouth was dry with excitement, but she worked up some spit and licked furiously, wanting to get this awful task over with as soon as possible. Or so she thought. Soon the bulbous end of his prick grew and slid against the insides of her cheeks. She swallowed and swallowed and it wasn't bad at all. Then his shaft hit the roof of her mouth.
The idea of sucking his cock and making it get bigger got her all steamed up. She walked forward on her knees until she was right in front of him, burying her nose in his pubic hair and moaning softly.
No man had ever turned her on so much as he did. Her pussy was twisting again with hot new need, and cunt juice seeped out to meet the rapidly drying stuff between her legs. She let the top of his cock head slide smoothly against her throat and clamped her lips tight around the base.
She moaned softly again. As she nibbled his prick devotedly, she was fulfilling a deep hunger within herself. It was a hunger she had only vague-ly been aware of before. Now she sucked harder and licked to satisfy the need that controlled her.
His cock filled her mouth now, and it was im-possible for her to take his entire prick inside her lips the way she'd done before. She brushed some of her golden hair back out of her eyes impatiently, bobbing her head eagerly and wanting to watch the rock-hard prick slide back and forth in front of her nose.
"That's real good, baby. Jesus, you're a real cocksucker, that's what you are. Shit!" Gross lust flared on her face. She dosed her eyes and wriggled her body, pressing her thighs together and feeling the tantalizing pressure on her cuntlips and clit.
She loved the feel of his prick in her mouth, and she caressed it obscenely with her tongue and lips. But she thought of the huge cock splitting her cunt apart and fucking her, and the thought excited her so much she let his prick slip from her lips.
"I made you hard. Now fuck me!"
The pleading need gave her words a demanding tone that he didn't like. He was going to be the one to call the shots.
A fresh seeping of pre-come came from his prick. He touched it to her lips again.
"Not yet. You're doing such a good job I want you to keep on licking my prick." She grunted in frustration, but in a moment she was sucking him again.
Until now he hadn't moved, content just to watch her. Now a savage lust made him fuck her face. She embraced his meat with her hot mouth. She would do anything for him, anything, if he'd only put out the fire that burned in her cunt.
She suckled his slowly-pistoning cock. She savored the leakings of it and stroked his knob with her tongue, trying to bring more of the salty liquid onto her tongue.
"Ahhhh, shit," he growled. Her delicious mouth made his balls feel as swollen as his dick was. Slowly he began to fuck her mouth, letting her swirl her tongue around the prodding head and underside.
"Cocksucker, cocksucker, you're a dirty little slut of a cocksucker!" He spat the words out as he raped her face.
His words made her groan with pleasure, and she sucked his prick with new energy. She felt so ruined, so dirty for sucking him and loving every se-cond of it.
She'd been raped, and she enjoyed it. She'd been abused, and it only made her pleasure more in-tense. Now she was forced to suck him, and she couldn't seem to get enough. Her cunt cried out for attention, but she knew it would only be when he decided it was time. His prick bruised her throat as she moved in counterpoint to his strokes, embed-ding himself deeper in her warm, wet mouth. She slurped harder and welcomed all his meaty rod. Spit drooled out of her mouth and down her chin.
He put his hands on the back of her head and rammed at her harder. She relaxed her throat more and more, and felt incredible excitement as she managed to take progressively larger lengths of his dick that way. She'd never been able to do that before!
She felt his come-laden balls smash against her chin with every stroke. She sucked in air through her nose whenever she could, and her strong jerk-ing made her asshole clench. His jism dripped slowly out of her butt, joining the trails of her own pussy juice on her thighs.
But the driving need of her cunt was forgiven for the moment under the assault of his cock. She wanted to engulf the entire stalk of his meat. But no matter how she tried she couldn't swallow the whole thing. It was just too big.
Her guttural moans vibrated along his dick, almost bringing him off. She sensed the tightness in him and cradled his nuts, bracing himself for the coming flood of jism.
He couldn't withstand the look of pure lust on her face, or the gut-wringing feeling of her lips and tongue and throat on his dick. In spite of that, he was still capable of a cruel self-control. He held her head steady as he jerked his hips backward. He rip-ped his prick from her mouth with a suddenness that left them both gasping.
The final slide of his cock over her lips did it. He held his throbbing cock in his fist and aimed it vengefully. The first searing gob of his come stuck in her hair. The next smeared into her eyes. He wanted to drench her in come.
She opened her mouth wide, trying to catch his creamy spoutings on her tongue. The smell of his come on her face drove her wild. She covered his closed fist with her hand, falling forward and engulfing his prick.
The sight wrung incredible pleasure from his jerking balls. He rammed his still-shooting dick in-to her mouth and down her throat, feeling the tight constriction on the head of his cock. Brutally, he buried it as deep as he could, pulsing out the final jets of his orgasm against her windpipe. Finally she drew the last drop of come from him. His pecker shriveled and withered in her mouth. She sucked harder, but it was no good. He was dry. She was still horny, so horny it was torture. And it looked like he intended to keep her that way. All wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it. He pulled out, feeling like his legs would hardly hold him up. It was as if she had sucked out all his strength.
But Jesus, what a fantastic mouth!
He found his pants and shirt, got matches and a cigarette. After lighting up, he sat down on the bed, studying her. She hung her head, openly play-ing with her pussy.
"Slut," he said derisively.
"Yesss," she whispered. When she looked at him he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks in twin trails, mixing with the traces of his come. "I bet you do this a lot."
"No. No. Noooo!" Her fingers did not stop moving.
"Bullshit. How many men do you fuck?" "Nobody. I mean-just my husband. Sometimes. He's the only one who ever ... oh God." The thought of how she had been un-faithful to him made her start to sob, even as she slipped her finger inside herself and looked at him longingly.
It wasn't an act, he could see that. Still, it was hard for him to believe that a woman this sexy had only fucked her husband.
"You enjoyed it though, didn't you? You liked it," he hissed. To Jill's ears it sounded like an accusation, and she hated him for seeing through her.
But she nodded her head. Yes. Yes. Yes. It was the terrible truth, and she couldn't deny it. She wanted his huge cock in her pussy.
"God damn you! Paul would kill you if he was here. Kill you!" she screamed. The anger at Paul welled up again. She hated him for not being at home, hated him for not fucking her, hated him for leaving her alone all the time.
"And for the fucking money! All because of the fucking money!" She jabbed her pussy miserably with each word.
He stubbed his cigarette out in an ashtray, then walked over to where she sat on the floor. She shut up as he got near, afraid again. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up so that she had to look straight at him.
"Don't get any more dumb ideas. Like tell-ing your husband about this. You remember what happened the last time you got a stupid idea, don't you? And what would he think about you then, when I tell him how you begged me for it?"
She tried to look away, but he wouldn't let her turn her head. His cock was getting hard again.
Slut. The word echoed inside her head, tormenting her as much as her horniness. She crumbled inside under the hypnotic force of his waving cock.
She had to have it. So she was a whore, she just had to have it!
She was a slave to her own desires, and to him. She bowed her head, taking his prick into his mouth again. Gently this time, she put new life into his cock.
"Jesus," he hissed. What were her limits? Did she have any? Or was she just this way because she wasn't getting properly laid?
Sometime, he decided, he was going to give her the full treatment. She'd look good with ropes around those exquisite ankles, tied up and ready to be fucked and treated the way she ought to be.
The thought fired his balls as much as her mouth did. His stomach muscles rippled as he hunched his hips, trying to drive his erect prick deeper into her mouth.
But she moved, and his cock slipped down over her chin. He looked down, and she was standing up. His cock slithered between her boobs, leaving a glistening trail down the center of her body.
Now she stood, panting and moaning. His cock was crushed between them. "Jesus! I need you to fuck me so bad!" she cried. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to capture his prick with her cuntlips. She was close, so close, but he was just too tall.
She clambered over his strong body like it was a tree trunk, throwing her legs around his and her arms around his neck. She heard him grunt as she threw her whole weight on him, and then his hands were on her ass to support her as she hung on him.
"Put it in me! Oh, God, PUT IT IN ME!" she screamed. He had lifted her clear of himself with one hand while he positioned his cock to point at her cunt with the other. Now he released her butt and let her swing back into him.
She cried out again as she fell onto his ready cock. The tip of it parted her slick cuntlips easily, and the force of her swing impaled her completely.
"OOOOOOHHHH, GOD!" She shivered in a paroxysm of pleasure, digging her heels in-to his butt. Everything went crazy all at once. She clapped her juicy pussy down on his cock.
She was blinded by pleasure, which bit through her vitals with the intensity of pain. She rocked on his cock insanely, stabbing her cunt with his meaty spike, digging her nails in-to his back.
He felt like he was being attacked by a tiger.
He stumbled back, nearly losing his balance for a moment, then too far forward as she fucked herself on his prick. He half-walked, half-stumbled to the wall, pushing her back against it to help support her.
His prick was so big that it bumped against her womb when she fucked herself full on it. Her body shook with belated joy and mind-shattering excitement.
Her punished nipple hurt, the one that he had flicked with his belt. But the pain added spice to the fuck, and she continued to let both her tits graze against his hairy chest.
"Ummmmmmm, mmmm, UH!" she grunted.
Her cunt was like a silken tourniquet all along his prick. Now he slammed her into him, wanting to burst her apart. He alternated his cunt pulls with some hard, long strokes of his hips. His prick shot up and down her pussy like a piston.
She took it, gladly. She moaned with agony and pleasure as his hard cock throbbed inside her tunnel.
"Rape my pussy ... fuck me, do it, fuck meeeeee!" she howled. The churning excite-ment in her cunt coiled her up tighter and tighter. But she could hardly move. She was almost exhausted. She put all her remaining energy into the effort of getting herself off, hanging onto him for her life.
His nuts slapped noisily against her ass as he hitched his arms up and lifted her a few inches. He pushed her back against the wall, holding her with his hands and pinning her with his cock. He rammed her cunt again and again, feeling it grow tighter as she got close to her come.
"Here it is, -baby, here it is!" There was a tiny burst of pain inside her as he skewered her good and hard. His thick cockhead quivered at the end of her pussy channel, throbbing, ready to spit in her cunt. She felt him draw back again, and then he gave her another dose of the same fuckstroke.
It poured out of her, a hot wet gush of her cunt juice. She wiggled all over, coming and coming and coming, jamming on his prick as hard as she could.
"Take it, you bitch, take it all in your fuck-ing hole!" She felt him crush her against the wall and start to empty his come into her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, OH!" His cock jerked and throbbed as it spit hot, gooey jism into her womb.
She kept coming-she didn't know how long it lasted. But finally he started to let her slide down the wall.
Jill couldn't rely on her legs. They buckled and she dropped to her knees. Aftershocks wracked her and shook her.
Ben supported himself against the wall, get-ting his wind back. He pushed away, but before he would take a step, she wrapped her arms around his powerful legs. Lovingly, gratefully, she took his prick into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Jill was a slave to his prick, completely sub-missive to his cruel, demanding fucking. The only thing she thought about at the moment was getting him hard again and stuffing her pussy with his cock as soon as she possibly could.
Ben watched as the submissive woman sucked his cock. He was going to have her again, and often. And an idea of just how was beginning to occur to him.
Didn't she say something about needing money? He didn't know if she could sell door--to-door, but with the way she looked it wouldn't take much ability. Tits like hers could sell ice to Eskimos.
He had a hunch that he had just scratched the surface with this woman this afternoon.