Chapter 20
Lew lay back in the bed and fell asleep, but his rest was not an easy one. Something had happened that night and he was worried about it.
Three days passed during which he had no sex with Belle. Suddenly he strode into Jane's room while her husband, Mike, was driving Belle to visit with a girl friend. He was naked and, after one look, Jane turned her back.
The young girl let out a gasp, not a gasp of passion, but one of fright, and began to quiver all over; her head snapping frontward, not daring to look back at that monster again.
"I ... I had b-better be going to bed. It's g-getting late."
She was shivering more now and her balloons shook gelatinously, slipping and sliding all over her rib cage beneath her tight dress.
But Lew didn't step back in a gentlemanly fashion as she obviously wished. He moved a bit to one side till the impression of his cockhead was centered in the slit between the great half moons of her buttocks, gently grasping her meaty upper arms. Then he leaned forward and pressed the blunt instrument deep between her ass cleavage, pressing it deep into the clinging white silk.
"D-don't, please don't," she pleaded, reaching up and placing cool, slender fingers across his, twisting her lovely face back and staring into his eyes, her full pouting lips a scant, breathless inch from his. "My marriage is a happy one, and ... and you are a very attractive man. I ... I would never do anything to spoil my marriage."
Her words were of protest, but there was a deep fire burning in her eyes that belied her words and even now her hips were beginning to swivel slowly as Lew thrust his steel-hard cock a little deeper between the big globes.
"He need never know, darling," Lew pleaded, running his lips wetly over a velvety-smooth shoulder blade that showed through the slit in her dress.
"He'd know as soon as he ... he had me, Lew," she protested weakly through teeth that were knitted tight in passion, her head now thrown back resting against Lew's forehead. "Y-you would stretch me so much with ... with that."
"You mean because Mike's smaller than I am?" Lew asked, his hands beginning to run caressingly over her soft arms, leaving goose-flesh in their wake.
"Y-yes ... much smaller, but then aren't most men?" Her voice was barely audible now.
"We could do other things then, just as exciting things."
"B-but I've never done that, Lew." Her lush hips were really wriggling now, pressing back against the great lump. "It seems so distasteful to me."
"I promise you that mine isn't," Lew whispered, slipping his hands down under her arms and fingering his way through the armpit opening in her dress to caress the bulge of her great breasts. Then he slid one hand away as the other ventured further onto the satiny flesh, and there was the distinct sound of a zipper opening.
"Oh ... please don't," she pleaded, but the fire in her lovely azure-blue eyes was a holocaust now. "I ... I'm terribly frightened."
"You'll learn to love him, darling," he purred, boldly slipping his hand deeper into her dress and cupping the gigantic melon, his fingers sinking deep into the flimsy nylon bra. "Oh, your breasts are fantastic."
There was no resistance left in her as she melted back against his rock-hard body, her head tilted sharply back, hissing sounds escaping her clenched teeth.
Lew took one of her hands and led it behind her. "Oh, no ... we really mustn't," she pleaded, but she didn't resist.
"We really must before I go out of my mind," Lew whispered as he hefted the giant globe, marveling at its resiliency, its incredible weight.
He drew Jane's hand back ... back, till her fingers encountered something steel-hard and moist. She looked down and gasped; her talon-tipped fingers were resting on the great head of Lew's cock. The great red gland was peeping out from under the tight circle of foreskin, seminal fluid running in long, sticky strings to the carpet.
"You ... you'll spoil my carpet," she protested weakly, placing a forefinger over the wet slit as though to stop the flow. "Mike will notice."
"It dries clear, baby," Lew murmured through teeth that were nibbling on an earlobe. "I know, it's happened before."
"Oh," she sighed, thrilling to the acute sensation of fingers that were now teasing her great nipple into even further erection. "What a man you are ... your ... your fingers are so gentle, yet your penis is so hard and brutish."
"It can drive you crazy if you'll only give it the chance, darling."
"Oh, I want to now, Lew," she gasped, wriggling her lush ass against the hard stab of his great cock. "B-but you'll ruin me for Mike. He'll know immediately."
"Then do as I suggested, darling ... please, your lips are so red and luscious," Lew pleaded desperately as two fingers worked on the giant nipple with a masturbating motion.
"I ... I'll try, but I won't be any good, Lew. I don't know what to do," she moaned, dropping to a crouching position, her ass almost splitting the tight silk, her massive melons plunging forward and almost popping out of her low-cut dress.
"You couldn't do anything wrong with those luscious lips, baby." Lew was moaning now too. "Peel the foreskin back."
As Jane peeled the tight bit of flesh back and his great pear-shaped vermilion gland popped free of its protective covering, the former revulsion she had felt for such a licentious act melted away. She could see his big hands clenched into tight fists by his side, the knuckles bloodless and white. A feeling of raw power flowed through her like warm oil, igniting the fuse of her passion. She knew now that she had within her the spineless creature who offered no resistance to a big cock.
She had always dominated Mike, but he was a weak lover who offered no resistance to her. Ah-h-h, but this was a different kettle of fish. Here, she had a fantastic male with what must certainly be the biggest penis in the world, completely under her will, craving for her to suck his penis. She knew now that she craved to suck it just as much as he wanted her to, but at all costs he must never know that or domination over him would end.
"I ... I feel so foolish," she said weakly, trying to sound as much like a frightened little girl as she could, but at the same time driving him wild by working her painted, juicy lips a scant inch from the head of his cock like a stranded goldfish, wetting them with the tip of her pink tongue till they shone as though they had been varnished. "W-what should I do?"
"Oh ... just put those marvelous lips on it ... please."
She could see that Lew was going out of his mind from the vision of her teasing pretty lips, so close to the head of his penis but not making contact.
He groaned and thrust his big hips forward but she teasingly drew back, her luscious lips pursed into a suggestive O shape.
"You're very naughty, Lew," she reprimanded softly. "If I'm going to do it, I prefer to do it my way."
"But you don't have any way! You've never done it before."
"Don't you think I know that, but I have a strange feeling that you're going to be thrilled as you've never been thrilled before ... I ... I'm beginning to like the idea.", The agonizing look on his face told her that she could tease and dominate him with obscene suggestions as well as with actions. Oh, this was going to be sensational!
But how long dare she let his great shaft throb at full extension in her hands? She had heard that men can only maintain an erection for just so long. Also she was crazy-mad to have that great juicy tidbit in her mouth; the musky male aroma that was emanating from it was raising her to a fever pitch of passion.
Working her painted lips as though the goldfish was wildly gasping its last, she leaned forward and slid them over the sloping sides of his dripping gland. Oh, marvelous, it didn't taste bad at all; a bit salty, but otherwise an erotic cocktail that fired her senses.
That book, what had it said? That paperback book that she had found when she was rearranging Mike's dresser drawers. It had been repugnant to her, but she avidly read it to the last page without putting it down once. It was a Psycho-Med masterpiece. She remembered how it described the girl centering her attentions on the underside of her man's cock-head, where it had said that the nerve endings to passion were wide open and raw ... in short, the most sensitive part. She recalled the explicit illustration.
That book had taught her more about male reactions than any "how to" book on sex written by impotent doctors that she had ever read.
So, as she wriggled her ripe lips upward, she curled her tongue along the underside of the great gland, probing like a water snake entering its lair along the deep cleft, pistoning back and forth to increase the friction.
"You delicious liar," Lew gasped, pounding his fists into his sides from the excruciating sensation. "I thought you'd never blown a man before."
"Blown a man? ... What's that?" she gurgled, running her tongue vigorously over the tiny tendons that were attached to his foreskin at the base of the cleft. She remembered that the book had said that was the most sensitive part of all. What a shame some men were circumcised and missed that delicious thrill.
"Y-you mean you really never have?"
"M-m-m-m-m ... I see I've been missing a lot." Jane felt his hands in her hair, twisting his fingers into the silken tresses and drawing her forward. "I said no." she said fiercely. Not able to draw back, she opened her mouth as wide as she could so that there was no contact on the slippery gland.
She felt his hands relax and her painted lips were back, higher up on the throbbing gland this time. It felt so great, so marvelous to have her lips back there, compressed tight and suctioning, the delectable strings of seminal drippings trickling down her throat. Lew moaned and squirmed about in ecstasy.
As she slid her lips high up the sharp slopes and snapped her teeth over the thick ridge as though she were re-capping a bottle top, she remembered something else: his balls. The book had described how the girl had driven her man wild by toying with his balls while she Frenched him.
Jane fingered her way along the long, dangling sack till she encountered the great bulk of a testicle, heavily laden with sperm. It felt so heavy, so masculine. For some reason she thought of an atomizer. If she squeezed it hard, would delicious sperm shoot into her mouth? No, she wanted her painted lips that were smearing lipstick all over his shaft and head to draw that out of their own accord.
Then she remember something else: the girl in the book pumped her head back and forth to increase the friction, even using her teeth. Jane decided that she must read that book carefully at the first opportunity. Slowly, then with gradually increasing momentum, the ravishing girl began to pump her head back and forth, her sharp white teeth grating over the tender cock-flesh.
Lew's cock was gigantic, but fortunately Jane's mouth was inordinately large and, though her cheeks were puffed out so far she felt they might split, gradually his shaft began to skewer deeper and deeper down her throat, till finally she pressed her red lips triumphantly into the dense black hair that comprised his bush.
Lew's pulse was pounding a crescendo in his head, the blood was scalding hot in his veins. This was no inept beginner sucking his cock! This was by far the most devastating blow-job he had ever been blessed with. If she was a beginner, how fantastic she would be with a little practice. And the most marvelous thing of all, she had so much magnificent pulchritude to go along with it. What an unbeatable combination!
Finally, Jane's passions aroused to a pitch never attained before; she released his testicles and, placing both hands on his long stalk, one above the other as though she were gripping a baseball bat, she began to jerk him fiercely, at the same time pumping her head back and forth so fast her head was a blur in the room.
Then what she craved so much was hers; a blast of hot, sticky come spewed into her mouth, ricocheting past her tonsils and down her throat. She gagged at first, bits of sperm shooting from the corners of her mouth, but then managing to time each succeeding blast, she gulped it all down eagerly without missing a drop.
But by now Jane was ravenous; she craved more, but her avidly suctioning mouth couldn't draw out a drop, he was juiceless.
"No," Lew wailed. "No more ... you're killing me."
Jane nodded, indicating she understood, but she didn't release the limp organ. She kept it in the boiling confines of her mouth, gently moving her painted lips back and forth, her teeth nibbling softly on the tortured flesh. Gently taking the limp cock between forefinger and thumb, Jane tilted her head so that he could drink in the sight of her full lips as his soft knob slipped out from between them. She pulled back and trailed the sticky head with her tongue as it left her mouth.
She looked up at Lew from her crouched position, a wicked smile curling the corners of her ripe lips. "I ... I know I was terribly amateurish and you couldn't have enjoyed it very much. But please be patient with me, darling. I know I'll do better next time."
Lew Bugger fell back in a daze. A vision came through to his fogged brain. Why had he wasted so much of his life fucking girls in the ass? Why had he left behind a trail of bloody ass-holes? Suddenly he saw the true light. He would be a new man. He would turn over a new leaf.
He drifted off to sleep. He could hardly wait for the next day, when he planned to get together with Jake. The fun the two of them would have, trapping a couple of teenaged girls, taking them off to the woods and raping the hell out of their sweet mouths.