Chapter 2
Heather rolled over and propped her back on the pillows against the headboard so she could watch him. She pulled her feet toward her ass and tilted her knees to the side, opening herself completely. She put both hands in her crotch and spread her pussy wide open.
He stared at the alluring gash of tender, pink flesh. He didn't know another woman who could so brazenly exhibit her secret charms and still retain her elegance.
She let him look a few moments, then whispered, "Put your tongue on my clit."
Her lengthy, fleshy boy-in-the-boat filled the upper half of her slit. He teased the impressive nodule with the tip of his tongue. "Magnificent," he said. "So grand and arrogant."
"And extremely sensitive. Look at how it stands up from just that little bit of licking. Do it some more."
"Do you want me to get you off this way?"
She sighed profoundly. "I want you to get me off every way you can think of."
He lapped her cunt enthusiastically. He licked other girls merely to get their pussies primed, as a prelude to fucking. He seldom got them off with his tongue. Quite often, one orgasm sated them and brought an end to their play. He licked Heather because he loved to have his tongue in her twat. And she could come countless times without tiring, and still fuck him to exhaustion.
She let him lick her lusty pussy for several minutes. When she felt the familiar ripples in her cunt and tingles in her clit, she pushed him onto his back.
She got on her hands and knees over him and dragged her tits over his face. She lowered her chest and enveloped his face with her twin towers of mammary flesh. She wiggled her shoulders, then raised up just enough to touch a nipple to his lips.
He sucked the long, pinkish brown tit tip into his mouth. He alternately nipped it tenderly and sucked it between tight lips. She gave him her other nipple, and soon they were both in an astonishing state of erectness, poking out like thick, wet stalks.
She moved over him, letting her nipples graze his skin. She stopped with her head over his groin. She spread her legs and drew her ass up, positioning her hairy snatch over his mouth. The narrow entrance of her sultry sex sheath gaped at him, guarded by two thick pleats of succulent flesh, inviting his tongue.
She held his prick upright with one hand around the base and lowered her head and pussy. Simultaneously, she closed her lush lips over the head of his love wand and swamped his mouth with her furry crack.
Her soggy, savory center of enchantment had its own unique flavor, more gratifying than any pussy he had ever tasted. Her sex sauce coated his tongue as he lapped enthusiastically at her long, sensual slit.
She sealed her lips around his robust root, licking and sucking methodically. One hand gripped his prick, the other cupped the delicate orbs hanging between his thighs. She slowly devoured more and more of his cock, until the meaty knob pressed against the back of her throat.
Her blood ran hot. Flames of lust suffused her brain. She tightened her thighs against his head and squashed her lascivious crevice on his mouth. She jerked her ass back and forth. The gooey flesh virtually smothered him in a voluptuous warmth. His broad, energetic tongue delicately lapped her quivering clit.
Her body trembled from the storm brewing in her cunt. She bucked and writhed. She swallowed the entire length of his lusty ramrod. Her titillated cleft virtually exploded. Her love juice poured into his mouth. Her twisting and bucking became frenzied. She couldn't scream with her mouth full of cock. She snuffled and snorted and gurgled.
In a flurry of sudden motion, she turned around and straddled his thighs. She grabbed his cock in one hand, jacked it rapidly, almost frantically. She moved up and stuck the knob in her crack. She rubbed it between the lips of her cunt, then lodged it just inside the opening of her sheath. She sank down slowly. A pensive, visceral gurgle of glee burbled from her mouth as her gluttonous cunt devoured his prong. She sat fully erect, her back straight, her tits pushed way out.
He put his hands between her thighs and caressed the silky flesh. He toyed with the thick, slick lips stretched tightly around his cock. He petted her meaty, moss-covered mound. He reached up to her pliable, heavy tits. He flexed his fingers around the glorious globes. He tweaked her nipples and pulled the mounds every which way.
She rode his tool aggressively. She twisted her ass in tight circles as she rose and slapped her shapely buns against his thighs when she sank down. "How long can you hold off?" she panted, her voice loaded with fiery lust.
"Longer than you can," he chuckled. He squeezed her tits for emphasis.
She clamped her hands over his and rode him harder. Her tempo increased until she was almost hopping up and down on his cock. She stared at him with feverish eyes. Her mouth hung open. Her tongue circled her lips lasciviously, leaving a shiny coat of saliva.
Heavy-duty contractions of a forthcoming climax began in the depths of her cunt. They spread out and up, through her belly and into her tits. Her asshole puckered. She snatched his hands from her tits and pushed them to the bed, his arms fully extended over his head. Her dangling tits danced over his mouth as her ass lunged up and down.
She fucked faster. The cheeks of her ass clenched and loosened as she humped rapidly up and down. The feel of his lusty lance stabbing the bottom of her cunt, knocking at the entrance of her womb on each down stroke kicked her passions into high gear.
She suddenly filled the air with a piercing screech of fulfillment. Her ass flashed up and down with greater gusto for a few seconds. Then stopped dead still with his prick buried to the hilt in her frantically clenching cunt.
He grabbed both cheeks of her ass. He kept his cock fully buried in her belly and bucked his hips up and down. She ground her clit against his pubic bone and came so hard she nearly lost her breath.
Her body went slack. He toppled her over and rolled her onto her stomach. He knelt behind her and grabbed her haunches and tugged. She rose to her hands and knees.
"Oh, yes, baby!" she whimpered. "Fuck me some more! Oh, fuck, yes, give me more cock!"
He felt like a knight in shining armor, riding to the rescue of the fair maiden. He was ten feet tall with a cock two feet long! Fuck her, he would!
He stuck the head of his prick in her wide-open hole and slammed into her belly. She rocked forward with a quick cry of pleasure. She ended up with her head on the bed and her ass sticking up in the air. She bent her back to tilt her cunt up and spread her legs for stability. He clung tenaciously to her hips and bored into her, reaming her constricted cuntal channel unmercifully with his stalwart charger.
He fucked her with short, rigorous, rapid strokes. She answered with sharp backward thrusts of her ass, meeting and matching the pounding plunges of his cock. Her well-oiled sheath accommodated him easily. She was tighter than any woman he knew.
She moaned continuously as he drove in and out of her, using the full length of his prick. He had to fight against her grasping sheath on both the in and the out stroke. She reached back between her legs, grabbed his balls and yanked on them to make him fuck her harder.
Her ass twisted disorderly. She moaned louder. Deep, gut-wrenching spasms tore at her. He fucked her faster and faster. She cried out raucously in a strangled voice. Her body convulsed—then became a spastic mass of uncontrolled rubbery flesh.
His cock erupted turbulently. He came in deep, surging spurts. His hot cream filled her cunt to overflowing. The sticky fluid seeped out around his shaft and ran down the crack of her hairy twat.
She fell forward slowly, oozing down to lie on her stomach. He fell over onto his side, totally spent.
She sighed heavily and took a deep breath. "Now that was a fantastic fuck. Absolutely, positively outstanding."
"I've never met a woman who can fuck the way you do."
"We're few and far between, baby," she teased.
"Why don't you move in with me?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm not ready for that kind of relationship, honey," she said softly. "Things would probably be fine for a week or two, then you would start hating me."
"I doubt it," he replied. "Will you at least stay all night?"
"No. You know I never stay overnight. It would compromise my independence."
"I'll fix you a nice breakfast."
"What, cornflakes, burned toast and bad coffee? You told me you can't boil water without burning it."
"How about Eggs Benedict and good coffee? I learned to fix it just for you."
"I appreciate the effort, honey, but some other time maybe. I didn't tell my father that I would be out all night."
"For God's sake, Heather, you're twenty-three! You don't have to tell him anything."
"He doesn't think of me as twenty-three, Chuck. You know how fathers are."
"What about your precious independence?" he said angrily. "You let him run your life."
"He doesn't run my life, Chuck. I'm just considerate of him and his feelings. He's the only parent I've had most of my life. What do you expect me to do, tell him to get lost?"
"Why aren't you as considerate of me and my feelings? He's an old man, Heather. All he can offer you is the past. I can offer you the future."
Her anger flashed. "He isn't an old man! Forty-three isn't old. He's in the prime of his life."
"What the hell is this?" he growled. "A kiss-off? Who have you got lined up to replace me?"
Heather rolled over and stared at him, her eyes flashing with scorching anger. "You ingrate!" She crawled off the bed and stood with her legs spread, her fists on her hips. "If I wanted to kiss you off, asshole, I certainly wouldn't have taken the trouble to give you the best fuck you've ever had."
He totally misunderstood the situation. "You're sexy when you're angry," he said. "Look, I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn."
"Apology not accepted, you son of a bitch! How dare you accuse me of playing games and then lying about it! And, just for the record, who I fuck is my business. You have no right to chastise me. You don't own me any more than I own you."
"Hey, look, Heather, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said about your old man. I said I spoke out of turn."
"You bet your stupid ass you did. You also bet my ass, and now you don't get any more of it."
She turned on her heel and marched into the living room. He followed her with a sigh of resignation. She wiggled into her dress without looking at him. She snatched up her handbag and headed for the door.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he said.
"Don't bother," she snapped. "If you don't respect my father, you don't respect me. If you don't respect me, we don't belong together. You're history."
"Heather, for God's sake, come on, I said I'm sorry," he whined. "We've got a terrific thing going. Why ruin it just because I made a simple mistake?"
"It wasn't a simple mistake. You blew it big time! Stop sniveling and face it the way a real man, like my father, would."
He gave her a sheepish look and muttered, "You'll call me when you calm down."
"Don't count on it! You've had your last taste of Heather."
She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the windows.