Chapter 2
Eva slowly awoke in a tangle of arms and legs. Her night with Frank had been an unforgettable sexual experience. Her sore pussy attested to it. Frank's energies finally flagged after several sweat-producing rounds. He never seemed to lose his erection. That huge cock stayed hard, ready to give her more of the same. She couldn't remember feeling so content.
The sun's rays gradually filtered through the blinds. Slivers of light brightened the air-conditioned room. Dawn brought sobriety.
Recalling the previous night's steamy events, Eva did not seek an explanation for her behavior. She found no basis for it, other than a growing sense of dissatisfaction with her marriage. Sex had never been a deficient element. Roger pleased her, but not to the depth Frank had. Frank was attuned to the kinds of things she privately craved. They were on the same erotic wavelength.
Her stomach soured at the thought of calling
Roger. No doubt, he was furious. Her absenteeism in New York the previous night undoubtedly caused anger and confusion. Roger, though filled with self-importance, wasn't entirely insensitive. He worried when things went awry. Once resolved, however, he reverted to his old self.
Eva gazed at the phone. She didn't dare try dialing the number. Frank might rouse and accidentally give her away. Any manufactured excuse would be invalidated. Roger surely would blow up, ascertaining her fling with a stranger.
Frank groaned in his sleep. His arm was possessively thrown over her. She smiled, committing their chance meeting to memory. Returning home, though bleak, was necessary. Eva had no choice but to face the music. Roger, she predicted, would hold a grudge for several days before dropping the matter.
Her husband wasn't her sole concern. Debbie, her sister, had grown fairly dependent on her. Five years younger, Debbie was beautiful, but emotionally insecure. In the past three years, she had gone through several boyfriends. Eva pointed out that her smothering, controlling nature propelled their retreat. Her voluptuous sister, whose measurements Eva secretly envied, used sex as bait. Once snaring a desirable prospect, she tried becoming the most vital thing in his life. She bought him presents, cooked him dinner, made love to him at will, then spied on him with binoculars to ensure his devotion. Debbie yearned to hear constant reinforcement of his affection. Most young men viewed her as a high-maintenance individual. Her affairs were brief and heart-wrenching. Debbie consistently chose men with high testosterone levels who dodged the "leash." Passive men were unappealing to her.
When the romance ended, Debbie came to her in tears. She required sympathy and reassurance that she wasn't to blame. It was Debbie's contention that no worthwhile, unattached men existed; those available were severely flawed.
Eva sighed. The dread of boarding the plane home took root. Returning to the fray, unfortunately, was inescapable. At least she had enjoyed one night of blissful relief.
Eva sniffed herself. The smell of animal sex clung to her skin. She couldn't go to the airport like that. Roger would detect it in a second. A quick shower was in order.
She glanced at Frank a final time before disengaging herself. He slept peacefully, hardly resembling the virile creature that had kept her awake until three in the morning. His cock had been a magnet, drawing her pussy to it each time. She wasn't content until she felt all of it. She bore down on him until his balls pressed her ass. Nothing compared to that stuffed sensation.
She turned the faucet, anticipating a shrill noise. Water softly cascaded from the shower-head. Steam billowed and rose. Eva stepped into the spray, letting it pelt her breasts. Its stimulating patter reawakened her lust. Her mind flipped back to those frenzied moments in bed. She couldn't resist the pictures that cropped up in her thoughts. Frank's hands were on her again. Though he hadn't been rough, she still felt the imprint of his thumbs.
She unwrapped the bar of soap sitting on the ledge and doused it. Rolling it across her breasts, she welcomed the bubbly conglomeration. Suds clung to her nipples until she rinsed them away. The water washing over her felt like a wildly flickering tongue. She shivered as the lather trickled down her body.
She foamed her blonde pubes. Spreading her cunt lips with her fingers, she let the tiny bubbles pop over that susceptible patch. Frank had completely shoved himself in there, and it had felt so good. She remembered that hard, penetrating dick and worrying that it wouldn't possibly fit. It did. Frank disproved that concern by gradually putting the whole thing in her cunt. She saw him protrude when he eased back. There had been no discomfort, either. She responded to his piercing rhythm, and noticed a tingling void deep in her pussy afterward.
Her nipples swelled from that reminiscence. She ran the bar of soap over them until the suds stuck to them. Fondling herself in that fashion was something new for Eva. The morning following a session with her husband, she went about preparing for a busy day. Nothing remarkable stood out from the night before.
After five years, she had grown weary of marriage. Was it wedlock or Roger? She tended to believe the latter.
Just as Roger drifted back to the forefront, thoughts of Frank Sirocco ejected him. She lathered her nipples, then her pussy, some more. She recalled moaning beneath him while he lowered that thick shaft into her. Those large hands, fastened to her hips, held her for steady receipt. Her joy clearly registered when his balls pressed her inner thighs. His extended groan at completed descent echoed in her mind. She had all of it, and loved that packed feeling. His pleasure-giving strokes had drawn her into his orbit.
Back and forth that bar of soap went, producing sparks. Her clit tingled from its continuous brush and the memories she attached to it. She exhaled through her clenched teeth, picking up speed. Reflections of Frank got her so hot.
The shower door opened. Frank gazed at her through the steam. He didn't exactly startle her. Her concentration was so diluted from reliving those passionate moments that seeing him had no stunning effect.
He saw the suggestive friction of the soap bar and her intoxicated expression. He immediately assumed he was responsible for her horniness.
Frank stepped into the stall at once. Eva shivered as those powerful arms encircled her. Her breasts cushioned his heavily matted chest. Their mouths came together and their tongues met. His hands swept up and down her spine, distributing exquisite chills. Her heart launched a staccato beat.
It was insane, Eva thought. They had fucked all night, and yet her body kept telling her she needed more. She had to get to the airport and make travel arrangements. Her husband was--likely in a state of panic.
Despite the ring of logic, she couldn't leave his embrace. Her stiff nubs became ensnared in his carpeted chest. Writhing, she rubbed him with her foamy snatch. Frank was already swollen. Since he was a foot taller, he throbbed against her stomach. She quivered at the heat of his cock and balls. Those giant hands swept up and down her back before settling upon her ass. She sobbed down his throat as he clasped it.
Their kiss lasted for several dizzying moments. By the time he withdrew his tongue, she was quite woozy. Those dark brown eyes locked with hers. She was scarcely aware of the water's temperature changing as it lashed her backside.
"Let's go back to bed," he huskily whispered, "and do it again."
A surge of guilt rose to the forefront. In a tiny voice, she said, "I have to fly back to New York."
"Not today," he murmured while lightly sucking her throat. "You need more of Frankie. Even touching you, I can tell how starved you are for some."
"But, my husband-"
He grinned. "If he paid more attention to you, we wouldn't have been together last night. Am I right?"
Afraid of answering, she bit her bottom lip.
"You can always catch a plane whenever you like. I won't stop you. Nevertheless, be honest to yourself. Do you really want him just yet? Are you that anxious to return to a life of boredom when we could be fucking our brains out?"
Eva couldn't resist smiling. Frank Sirocco had a unique perspective. "I suppose I have been unwilling to face the truth."
A sexy smile spread across his tanned face. 'Wow you're making sense, baby."
Lazily, she began to wash Frank's dense forest. An intensity soon replaced his smirk. His heart hammered beneath her palm. She traveled down his chest, over his flatboard stomach. Suds dribbled over his cock and balls. His bloated shaft stood upright, stretched toward her.
"You're driving me nuts, baby," he whispered. His eyes were shut, his lips barely moving. Her fingers coiled around his erect member. "Christ."
The bubbles popped over his taut skin. She massaged him to his ostensible delight. He was totally rigid. She couldn't have worked a fraction more from that hard dick. Frank wildly responded to her sliding fist. Gazing at it, she thought about how excellent it felt when in her pussy.
Her soap lubrication plainly pleased him. Those dark spheres darted from her fistful of cock to her unblinking gaze.
After several moments of study, those muscular arms surrounded her. Eva immediately surrendered to them. He plunged to her neck. Hot, urgent kisses followed. She sobbed from the pinch of those steel-like fingers. Sliding up and down her crack, they provoked her hunger. She became lightheaded when those powerful thumbs separated the cheeks of her ass. He grazed her butt hole. Pleasure bolted through her body. He delved lower. Her cunt lips yielded to his lazy investigation.
Her exhilaration was so great, Eva feared passing out. Frank knew which buttons to push to get her juices flowing. He didn't need a map, nor verbal explanation. His actions were based on her every response.
She turned in his arms. He took command of the soap bar. Over her alert nipples he swirled, leaving bubbly results. She whimpered beneath his seductive lathering. She could feel his hot breath over her shoulder as he moved over her tingling breasts. He cupped her rose-colored pebbles and experienced her pulsating growth. After spending several electrifying moments there, he descended to her blonde triangle. Eva had never shaved, nor attempted to style it. The bar of soap, in Frank's control, whisked over the curls. Suds gradually formed beneath his steady gyrations.
Eva closed her eyes. The thrill was so strong, she couldn't look. He divided her pussy lips with his thumb, then stroked her clit. She leaned against him, weak. "Oh, God," she whimpered.
"You like that, huh?"
The words were caught in her throat. It didn't matter. Frank could feel her mounting satisfaction.
He released her inflamed dot and soared to her tits. Her nipples jutted through her fingers. He so utterly aroused Eva, her ass swayed against his cock. He palpitated along her crack. Unable to stop herself, she bent over and fanned her hands on the ceramic tile. She was acutely aware of how empty her pussy was and her desperate need to fill it.
Frank positioned himself for entry. That thick cock opened her from behind. Eva sobbed as he slid into her. His thing felt bigger than before. He consumed considerable space in her tender hole. Her degree of excitement, however, canceled any negative impressions. She wanted him in there.
"Oh, baby," he gasped in her ear. He groaned while plunging into her hungry snatch. His hand went over her mound. The strength of his fingers brought a steeper charge. He dragged her back until his pubes and balls were smashed to her buns. His plump base enlarged her hole. "Yeah. Take every bit of Frankie."
Her lips rounded and her breathing harshened. She steered herself to that rigid mass until impaled. The friction was marvelous. He rubbed her innermost part. He clasped her tits while pumping her. His thumbs rotated her nipples to a rock-hard consistency.
The chilly water poured down on them. Eva was oblivious to its temperature. Connected to Frank, she was solely cognizant of that bone-like thing between her legs. She welcomed its exquisite commotion. High into her it drove, creating delectable suction. The walls of her pussy closed tightly over his cock. He was every bit as hard as the previous night.
"You're crushing Frankie," he muttered in her ear, "and he loves it."
He went in slowly, deriving guttural pleasure from her spongy cunt. His guttural satisfaction registered with each successive jamming. Involuntarily, she tightened around his dick. Her pussy muscles had him in a vise.
"Yeah, baby, squeeze me with it," he croaked while they were linked. He immersed his cock in her juicy warmth. He twisted in her split muff, audibly achieving bliss, then nearly yanked himself from her slick clutches. Turning, she saw his happiness register.
The urgent press of his hands, accentuated by his broad spearing, catapulted her to a higher plane. She quivered against the ceramic tiles while receiving him. Her ass bounced off him. She snagged that huge cock when rebounding. Frank's muffled groan pleased her. She inched backward, capturing him whole. Grinding herself to his ample base, she saw the twinkling of stars. Taking that much of him brought lightheadedness. She slipped away, huffing and puffing.
He boned her with authority. Her shapely buns advanced, gobbling his dick. His brow furrowed as that wet, ravenous hole swallowed him. Gritting his teeth, he slammed into that drenched cunt.
Eva submitted to his masterful thrusts. He stroked the deepest part of her and accelerated the urge to cum. "Oh, yes," she wailed as it consumed her. "Yes. Ohhhh."
She came violently. His hands enveloped her vibrant nipples. His mouth came down on her throat, bestowing hot kisses. She trembled against his furry chest, her vision clouded. Her pussy constricted around his cock, sealing him in sizzling heat.
Frank resisted orgasm. Eventually, she recovered. When the last jarring wave dissolved, he left her pussy. His dick emerged swollen, glistening from her juices. That thick extension seemed ready for another round. Beastly lust kept him swollen.
Her shapely buttocks visually diverted him. He drank in their appetizing symmetry, unable to avert his gaze. Her ass held him captive. He moved toward it.
Eva moaned at the blunt touch of his solid cockhead. He pressed against her anus. Taking him through the back hadn't occurred to her. Mindful of his size, however, she vetoed the idea. It would hurt far too much. As Frank lingered in that spot, she reexamined her attitude toward anal sex. Roger once suggested they try it, but she'd refused. Frank, even larger, was strangely considered. Everything they did seemed to result in ecstasy.
The embers of orgasm still burned, prompting the spreading of her legs. Her swaying buns hypnotized him. He couldn't ignore their call. Frank pushed into her wrinkled hole. Her lips rounded as that monster descended to her rectum.
"Yes," she moaned, slowly receiving him. "Keep going. More. Give me more."
"Are you sure you can handle Frankie like that?" he asked in a choked voice. He was halfway in, protruding from those quivering cheeks.
She purposely withheld her answer. The rush she experienced was immediate. His pulsations were strong, smothered by her butt flesh. Discounting his startling measurement, she drove toward it and increased her intake. She wasn't the least sore. He was a whole lot of man, but the stimulation he fed her neutralized any conceivable ache.
Nearing the end of their connection, they both gasped.
"Jesus, baby," he muttered, as though disbelieving where he was. He stretched from her expanded anus and his balls bumped her pussy lips. "That feels incredible."
Eva concurred. He aroused her so fiercely, she was indifferent to the wrenching pressure he introduced. His stirring touch dispelled any discomfiture sustained. He could have done virtually anything and gained her approval.
She rocked her hips, taking him in small increments. She enlarged her consumption until his balls gave her a whack. That thing dug into her, seeking her bottom.
"That feels so good," he gasped.
"It sure does."
He separated her ass cheeks to better view their union. His thumbs pinned back her curves while he watched. She could feel the intensity of his stare. Witnessing something that huge work its way into her tiny hole obviously excited him. He violently throbbed in her rectum. She could feel wildly the pleasure ravaging his system. "Frankie sure--likes it in there."
"Don't stop," she squeaked when he stretched her rim. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, Frank. Bury your cock in my ass." The weight of what she said shocked her. She had never used such language before. Finally, she blurted the things that went through her mind. Roger disapproved of women airing such comments. Even he refrained from employing those terms. With Frank, however, that kind of candor seemed warranted.
"You like that, eh?" he muttered. His finger was poised over her clit. "Tell me more."
Eva moaned as he stroked her. Digitally, he brought her pleasure into alignment with his.
His shaft eased from her sucking embrace before drilling into her pulsing center. He expelled stale air through his gritted teeth. Not even for a second, however, did he cease jiggling her.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, brutally turned on. He brilliantly managed her electrical circuits. Her love button swelled beneath his expert rotation. "Yes. Oh, yes."
His artistic swirl accentuated her encounter with that anus-splitting beast. She loved how he dominated her senses. Swerving back, she absorbing that whole cock. Her ass wiggled against those taut balls and pubic nest. He tested her tolerance level with each push.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, gripping that wide shaft with her ass-hole. He rubbed her burning clit. "Ohhhh."
Sweat cropped at Frank's brow. He could barely handle her devouring anus. Her butt hole plucked at his tense skin. Each jerk furthered his bliss. Watching her very hungry buns gulp him propelled the urge to shoot. He protruded heavily from that hot receptacle. He briskly fucked her compact cheeks. His balls pummeled her backside. Her ass bounced off his groin, then returned for another serving of that hard dick. "Oh, baby," came his strained tone, "I think I'm gonna jizz."
From his hoarseness, she concluded that she challenged his staying power. She couldn't fight it, either. His finger was sending her into orbit. "Yeah. Let's do it now."
Frank pleaded no contest to her crushing anus. He clasped her quivering buttocks, then gushed. Hot cum jetted into her bowels. She moaned from his deluge. The amount he discharged amazed her. She believed she had drained the man, yet he gave her a large dose.
"Oh, God," she sobbed as he creamed in her dark channel. He jiggled her to orgasm. His fingertips pressed into her responsive flesh.
Frank yanked himself from her cum-saturated rectum. Hot jism spilled down her crack. Her anal walls trembled from his imposing width. Massaging her mound, she suffered from complete emptiness. Her rectum pleasantly smarted from his visit.
She took his dick in hand, gently pulling on it. The tiny slit at the top opened, emitting more white stuff. From the tip to his base, she freed that remnant goo. It dribbled from his swollen knob.
Frank cast his head back, letting out an anguished cry. His cock was extremely sensitive after exploding. Eva's massage heightened his anguish.
She milked the last of it from his cock, then guided him to her extended tongue. Frank deposited what was left onto it. She licked away those final pearls.
He slumped against the ceramic wall. She welcomed the clasp of those muscular arms and the affection of those lips. He nibbled on her throat while pulling his wits together.
"I have to call my husband," Eva murmured. She intended to make a mental note, but the words abruptly sprang forth.
"Why?"
Letting her concern slip, she did not attempt to retract it. "Roger needs to know I haven't been kidnapped-or met with an accident. He'll call the police, and we can't have that."
Frank pondered her concern. "Do you want to go home?"
Eva shook her head. "No. Not yet." She sighed. "Perhaps not ever."
He buried his face in the nape of neck. Hot kisses revived her lust. "Come with me. I've got some business to attend, and then I'm going to spend the next few days convincing you that your marriage is a waste of time."
She shivered as he mouthed her.
"I want to know everything about you, Eva-your past, your secrets, your fantasies.. . . "
"Why?"
"Because I've never been so attracted to a woman in my life. This is totally un-like me. I've carved my share of notches on the bedpost, but something tells me that's all behind me. Stay with me, Eva. Leave your husband."
Her mind wasn't functioning properly. She couldn't process a rational thought-not while receiving Frank's intoxicating kisses. "We'll