Chapter 4
Joan's hard work at the agency paid off and she was soon able to move from the apartment she was occupying to a larger one located in a better section of town. Her new apartment gave her a beautiful view of the lake and the park that surrounded the water. Joan fell in love with the spot the first time she saw it. The place rented for quite a bit more than she had been paying, but she could afford it now, and the view and surroundings made the cost well worth it.
The first time she went to look at the apartment she was shown around by the building manager's wife, a Mrs. Garrison. The woman, who appeared to be in her mid-forties, was neat, attractive in a way and outgoing. When Joan returned to sign the lease, she was met by Bill Garrison, the manager. Bill, also in his mid-forties, was tall, roughly built, more like a heavy-working outdoorsman than a building manager, and while not handsome, did have good looks.
"Miss Willis," Garrison said, as he showed her around the apartment one more time, "I think you'll like it here. It's a quiet neighborhood, and the other tenants keep pretty much to themselves. There are no loud parties and the area is patrolled by a guard employed by the building management. So, you're pretty safe, safer than in most apartment buildings."
"I like it very much, Mr. Garrison," she said, looking around the spacious rooms. "My things will be brought over day after tomorrow. Could you tell the moving people where to put them?"
"I'll be happy to," he replied, not taking his eyes off the full body of the new tenant. "Is there anything else you might like me to do for you?"
Joan turned and looked at him. There seemed to be a deeper meaning to his words than just the intent to be helpful.
"No," she replied, looking him in the eye. "No. Not now. Maybe later."
He smiled at her, and a look of rapt anticipation came across his face. His white teeth shone brightly against the darkness of his skin.
"Anytime-or anything-Miss Willis. Just let me know."
Their bodies briefly touched as he led her out of the apartment. He walked slightly behind her, down the hallway, watching her sexy hips sway gently from side to side. Garrison could see an impression of bra straps through the dress and his mouth watered, just thinking about those two big, luscious melons of flesh underneath the material. He felt like putting his hand on her ass and giving it a squeeze. Garrison was so interested in her body that he bumped into her when she stopped at the elevator.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Wasn't watching where I was going."
"Where were you watching?" Joan asked, smiling, knowing perfectly well what his eyes had been focused on.
"Better not answer that," he said, holding the elevator door for her. "Might get my face slapped."
Joan made no comment. She only grinned. But, it was a smile that held hope for Bill, hope of some enjoyable moments to come.
But that moment wasn't to arrive anytime soon. Joan moved into the apartment that week, but assignments kept her busy for several days. Too, Garrison's wife worked at the apartment building almost as much as her husband did, and was almost always around. One day, however, when his wife was out of town and Joan was home alone, he decided he would make his pitch. All the new tenant could do was slap his face, and he had had that done-plenty of times.
"Just wanted to stop by and see if you got moved in all right," Garrison said, standing in the doorway.
Joan was dressed in a robe, which was belted at the waist, and looked as if she had just gotten out of the shower. The robe was tight-fitting and emphasized her ample tits even more. Bill could see the smooth skin at the top of her breast and wanted to reach out and pull the robe off her, to see if she was naked underneath.
"Everything's fine, Mr. Garrison. I've even straightened out all my stuff and the place is livable."
"Any problems?" he asked, standing there, hoping she would invite him in.
"Nothing so far," she smiled, knowing he was anxious to come into the apartment, and knowing what he wanted. "But," she continued, standing aside, "while you're here you could do me a favor."
"What's that?" he asked, stepping into the room as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
"I have two suitcases that I emptied and they're quite heavy. Could you put them on the top shelf of the closet?"
"Be glad to."
Garrison walked into the bedroom and glanced at the large queen-sized bed pushed against one wall. He hoisted the suitcases and placed them on the high shelf. Quietly closing the closet door, he turned. Joan was standing in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame. She had one leg bent and the robe was slightly parted, revealing smooth, white skin from her foot to just inches below where her joy box was to be found.
Garrison felt his prick harden and heat flow into his balls. Damn, she was an invitation to sex if he had ever seen one-and he had seen plenty. Joan's big boobs rose and fell slowly in rhythm with her breathing, and it was all he could do to take his eyes off the spot.
"Miss Willis," he finally spoke, a lustful look on his face, "I wouldn't stand in that position too long. You might get in trouble."
"How would I get in trouble?" she asked, not moving, looking at him with a smile on her face.
For some reason she couldn't explain, this tall, rough-looking man appealed to her. He certainly wasn't the most handsome male she had ever been with, and he was married. Of course, being married didn't bother her, only the fact that his wife was so near. But, she knew Mrs. Garrison was away, and she also knew Bill was interested in her, that he wanted to take her to bed.
"You're quite a hunk of woman, Joan," Bill said, looking over her body.
They had not moved. He was still by the closet, Joan in the doorway.
"I've met Mrs. Garrison," Joan said, shifting her body, which caused the robe to open even more, but not enough to display her goodies. "She has a pretty good body, too."
"Yes," he replied thoughtfully, still not taking his eyes off the statuesque Venus standing only feet away, "but not compared to you.
And she has a body which she doesn't use."
"Don't tell me you're another of those suffering husbands whose wife doesn't understand him, or who is married to a woman who doesn't give him sex as often as he wants it."
"Oh, Beth understands me, but she doesn't give me sex as often as I need it. But I'm not suffering ... if you know what I mean."
Joan looked at him. He was confident of himself, she would give the bastard credit for that. Suddenly, as if a door had been placed between them, Bill Garrison no longer appealed to her. For a reason she couldn't explain, she was turned off and didn't want to have sex with him.
"No, I bet you don't suffer, Bill."
Garrison took a few steps and was standing in front of her. Pulling her roughly to him, he kissed her hard on the mouth and pushed his tongue inside the warm orifice. Moving it around quickly, he fought her oral digit, then rode the ridge of her gums and along the teeth.
Joan pushed him away roughly. "Bill, I think I've made a mistake. I shouldn't have led you on like I did."
"No, you shouldn't have, unless you meant to follow through."
He still held her arms. He was strong. When she tried to pull away, it did her no good. His hold on her was firm.
"Let go, Bill. I'm sorry I acted like I did, but I can't...."
"Can't go through with it? Tough shit, baby. You started it, so let's finish it."
His voice was deep, and he meant what he said.
"I know I led you on, but you came up here with sex on your mind. And don't tell me you didn't." She tried to sound as strong as he, but couldn't.
Joan realized she was playing with fire. Although he wasn't dangerous, he knew what he wanted, and there was little that could stop him.
"You're damn right I came up here with sex on my mind. In fact, the first day I saw you, here, in an empty apartment, I felt like throwing you down on the bare floor and going at it. You knew that, even then."
"Bill," she said, her voice resigned to the facts facing her, "I'm sorry for what I did. I'll ... I'll lie on the bed and you can make love to me, if you want to. I realize your feelings are mostly my fault. Would that satisfy you?"
"Why don't we see," he answered, leading her to the bed.
Joan went with him, not willingly, but not pulling back, either. She had offered him the opportunity to make love to her and he had taken her up on it. She had hoped he would refuse. But, she had made her bed and would have to lie in it, so to speak.
When Bill undressed, it wasn't difficult to see he was in the mood for some hay time. His cock stood out straight and although she tried not to look, Joan couldn't help but notice the size of it. It was large-not the biggest she had ever seen, but ample enough to satisfy the needs of most women. It had a big, purple head and the sac hung low, full of juice and ready to unload.
Bill untied the belt around her robe. He saw instantly that he had been right-she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He looked at the beautifully-shaped boobs and pink nipples. Her tits stood erect, with no sag, and the nipples were like small rosebuds on a field of white. He cupped one of her tits and Joan didn't push him away. She was willing to lie down and let him screw her, but she wasn't going to respond or help him in any way.
Garrison pushed her back on the bed and ran his fingers over her body, across the nipples, which rose instantly, and on to the soft hair at her pubic triangle. He sucked the mini-erections as his hand played with her mound and then moved on to her quish. Joan didn't open her legs, but Bill was able to get his finger on her cunt lips, which he softly and tenderly rubbed.
Although she had no intention of responding, Joan was too hot-blooded to let any man play with her tits and cunt for any length of time without getting aroused. It wasn't long before she closed her eyes and her legs slowly, although hesitantly, opened. Bill worked on her easily, taking his time, and knew he would soon have her hot to trot.
"Bill, will you please go ahead and do what you want," she said, realizing that if he didn't stop teasing her, she would soon be throwing herself at him.
"What's the matter, Joan? Does my playing with your delicious body get to you?"
"No," she lied. "It's annoying. So, go ahead and do your thing."
Bill felt moisture on the labia and knew he would have no trouble getting inside the hole. He was determined to get her worked up and thought he knew how to do it. Climbing between her shapely gams, he laid the head of his aching pole on the wet lips. Pushing slowly, he shoved his pork into the moist cavern, causing Joan to grunt and lift her hips slightly.
Garrison did not hurry. He was slow and deliberate, moving his cock in and out of her delectable pussy at a steady pace. Joan did not respond, but it was only because of her willpower. His meat felt good inside her, and more than once she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and hump into him. But she controlled herself as best she could and lay there motionless, pretending that she had no desire to join him.
Bill pulled his wet slab of meat out until only the tip was inside her pussy. Slowly and easily, he let the large head ride the sensitive lips, never pushing the full length into her depths. To torment her even more, he leaned over and sucked on her tits, nibbling at the nipples and sucking greedily on the pink tips.
Despite her strong willpower, Joan could not withstand the emotional trauma he was putting her through. That big cock-head riding her cunt lips was enough to inflame the embers in her hot box, but when he chewed on her tits, that was the absolute capper. She could hold back no longer.
Joan threw her legs around his waist and pushed her twat to him. He knew he had her and rammed his cock as deeply into her burning cavern as he could.
"Umm. Ah." Joan was lifted to the highest peak when she felt the head of his big dick push against her vagina.
Knowing she was now in the mood to really fuck, Bill started pulling his cock all the way out and then shoving it home, deep and hard. Joan grunted each time he did, but went back for more. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. They kissed long and hard as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her sexual treasure box. Speeding the motions of his thrusts, Bill rang her bell time after time and it wasn't long before he felt the pressure of her legs around his waist tighten. When he did, he rammed his prick deep into her pussy and unleashed his steamy semen.
Loud groans of erotic pleasure came from deep within as Joan joined him in the mighty eruption of orgasm. She felt his hot fluid spray her pussy walls and he felt a warmth envelop his straining, shooting cock.
"Ah. Good. Damn good." Bill hadn't had a piece of ass this good in a long time, and the thrill of filling that glorious cunny with his love juice caused him to squirt out even more.
He left his dick deep inside Joan. When she pushed her body against him and moved her hips, the feel of his meat caused her to hit a second climax. Bill was ecstatic when he realized she was coming again.
When they were finished, they remained in the same position, except Joan dropped her legs to the bed. They kissed and hugged as Bill's prick, now limber, stayed inside her warm, wet sexual interior.
"Well, Joan," he said, looking into her eyes, "guess you weren't so much against a little fucking as you pretended., were you?"
"Bill, please," she said, not looking at him, not particularly liking the idea of having her dearth of willpower rubbed in her face.
"Come on," he pushed, "you enjoyed it as much as I did. Why not admit it."
"It's not that. It's just that ... that...."
"It's just that you like a good fuck, but don't want to admit it, right?"
Joan was embarrassed. Not from the idea of a man screwing her, which never caused her embarrassment. But because Bill was right, but didn't have the compassion not to taunt her with it.
Bill's mind was other places than on any thought of making things easier for Joan. His cock, still in that warm, damp, heavenly enclosure, was beginning to stiffen. He moved his bone against her crotch and it wasn't long before his staff was again ready for sexual action.
"Bill, please, don't," Joan pleaded, not in the mood for any more of his bedroom frolicking, especially after he had made her feel so cheap. "Isn't once enough for you?"
"No way, baby," he responded, his big pecker again riding her walls, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her pussy. "You're a real piece of ass. Walking away after one fuck would be like taking a bite of candy and throwing away the rest of the bar."
Garrison plowed into her fast and furious. He had lifted his body and was supporting himself on his hands. Joan, her legs spread wide, closed her eyes and let him screw her, not helping, not responding, just lying there, like a board. But, she wouldn't be motionless for long. Bill bent over and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked.
"No, Bill, don't," Joan said, trying to push his head away. But when he pulled his tongue over the small, sensitive glands on the tip of each nipple, Joan knew she would soon weaken, especially if he continued chewing and sucking the tender buds.
Soon, her hips were moving in rhythm with his thrusts. She couldn't control herself once a man had his hot prick in her pussy. Her emotions were such that the continual rubbing of skin on skin, and the erotic sensation of someone sucking her nipples, tossed off all her inhibitions and resistance. She would probably respond the same way if someone forcibly raped her. She couldn't help herself; she was built for sex, and her emotions only helped to raise her to the surface that much faster.
Bill recognized this and knew that as long as he was in her saddle, or suckling her tits, she would ball forever, or at least until he could no longer get a hard-on.
"At it again, huh?" he teased, flaunting her lack of resistance in her face.
Joan didn't respond. She put her arms around him, closed her eyes, and lifted her hips, pushing her box into him, meeting each thrust.
"Come on, baby. That's it. Lift that twat. Fuck me, too, baby. Make it good."
Bill knew he could say and do anything he wanted, that all she would do was respond. There was no resistance in her now. He had her in the palm of his hand. Pulling his prick out of her love hole, he looked at her wondrous quim. Her hips were still moving, pushing her pussy toward him. He smiled and rolled her over on her stomach. Pulling her hips off the bed, he placed her ass above his cock, then aimed his meat for her gaping, wet, pouting cunt lips. Shoving hard, he rammed it all the way home. Joan grunted and pushed her hips toward him, forcing his meat all the way in.
Bill held her hips tightly and pounded her vagina unmercifully, driving his big pole home with every thrust. Joan was in turmoil. She played with her tits as he drove his rod deeper and deeper inside her. It wasn't long before his torment made her floodgate open and she felt an orgasm race to the forefront. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed his balls and squeezed, then pushed her ass hard against him.
When Garrison felt a warmth on his cock, he shoved his porker in as far as he could and shot off. The feel of his hot cum caused Joan to moan low, a sensual groan of passion, as she hit her fourth climax. To cause her even more torment, just as she came, Bill shoved his finger into her asshole and moved it around. Joan inhaled deeply, squeezed her huge boobs harder, and shoved her body against him. But, before she could have another orgasm, Bill pulled his limp prick from the flooded cavern.
Turning her over on her back, he looked at her face. The beautiful features were wrenched in agonizing pain and frustration. Her body was afire. She had had four orgasms, but his fingering her grasping anus had set the stage for another terrific climax. Her body twisted and turned uncontrollably. She pulled roughly at her tits, and her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, moistening the red, inviting lips. She humped toward him, lifting her hips off the bed. Almost inaudible moans came from her throat.
Bill smiled, looked at the wet, puffy cunt lips, spread her legs, and buried his face in the juicy quish. Joan groaned loudly when she felt his mouth on her snizz.
"Oh. Oooh. At. That's it. Eat me. Make me come." She was delirious with anxious anticipation. Her body was in its highest fever and she had to release her emotions.
Joan threw her legs around his head and squeezed, entrapping him. Bill shoved his tongue into the wet hole and licked at the juice, reamed her walls, and sent Joan into orbit. She squeezed her tits and humped into his face.
"Oh, God. Eat me. Damn, eat me. That's so good. Tongue the hell out of my cunt. I'm ... I'm ... ready to ... unload. Oh. Ah. Ah."
Her body shook when she hit the peak. She rubbed her gash all over Bill's face, smearing the juices on his nose, his mouth, his chin. She groaned loudly as her floodgate opened and relieved the tension she had been holding within.
"Ah. Oh. Urn. Ah." Joan had come. The ache in her body eased. She opened her legs and released Bill, who gazed at her enticing spread of sex.
Between her legs, it was as wet as a dishcloth. Her tits were red from her rough handling, and her breathing was coming heavy, in deep gasps, as her body slowly eased back to normal. He put a hand between her legs and leaned forward.
"Tell me you didn't enjoy that."
Joan opened her eyes and looked at him. Then, she turned her head. She had enjoyed it, until he spoke. Bill made her feel cheap, almost like a slut.
"Hey, baby, don't turn away. You like this fucking stuff as much as I do, and you know it."
Joan still did not respond. Bill had his hand on her crotch and was rubbing it. She was dis gusted with herself as much as with him, and made no effort to move. Even when he pushed his finger into her wet, flooded snatch, she made no response. Bill, his cock seeming as hard as a diamond after eating her pussy, pulled her head to him and laid his prick on her mouth. Joan turned away, but he pulled her back.
"Open up, baby. I ate your box. The least you can do is chew on my stick of candy. So, bite into it."
He continued fingering her pussy, touching the sides and, with his thumb, rubbed the tender, sensitive cunt lips. Bill pulled her head back to him and pushed his prick into her oral entrance. This time she did not turn away, but opened and let him pump away. She did not suck, but this didn't deter her aggressor. He kept on finger-fucking her as he also fucked her in the mouth, and it wasn't long before her body began to move.
Bill smiled. Damn, what a hot piece of ass, he told himself. All a man has to do is touch her tits or her box and she's ready to fuck.
When Joan responded to his fingering, she also started sucking on his prick. Closing her mouth tightly over the large hunk of meat, she let her teeth ride the ridges of his staff, sending sparks through Bill's body. He pulled his cock out and let just the head move across her lips. Joan kissed the purple monster and tongued beneath. She put a hand on his balls and kneaded them, in the meantime lifting her hips in time with his digital work on her cunt.
Bill pushed his finger as deep into her hole as he could and moved it around. When he did, Joan opened her mouth and gobbled at his pulsating rod. She tightened her legs around his hand and when he felt her fluid flood across his finger, he grabbed her head and shoved his cock all the way inside her mouth, down past her tonsils. Joan gagged and could hardly breathe. She tried to push him away, but couldn't. She felt a hot sticky substance squirt against her throat and swallowed hard, trying to breathe through her nose to keep from suffocating. She was hardly aware that she had climaxed herself, even though she was humping wildly against his finger. His cock was choking her and she had to swallow hard and fast to keep from gagging on his jism.
When Bill was drained, he pulled his wet, limp prick from her mouth and his finger from her pussy. Joan grabbed her throat and inhaled large gulps of air. She had no objection to sucking a man's dick, but never before had she almost suffocated on it. He had been brutal, ramming that big fuck-stick so far in to her throat, and because of his rough treatment, she hadn't enjoyed or even realized her climax.
"By George," Bill said, laughing at the gasping woman, "you suck a dick as well as you fuck."
"Damn, Bill," Joan panted, her breathing still heavy, "do you have to be so vulgar about everything?"
"What the hell," he replied, smiling, cupping her hefty knockers in his big hands, "fuck, suck, what the hell? You know what they mean. And you do both of them damn well."
"All right," Joan said, angrily, "so I'm damn good. Now, you've had your fling. Why don't you leave? Even you should be satisfied by now."
"Oh, baby, I'm satisfied. Am I ever satisfied! But, I want you to shoot your rocks one more time. I want to see your body twist and turn, and that pussy of yours leap up in the air."
"No, Bill," she pleaded. "Please, don't. I've had enough. Why don't you leave. Why don't you...."
Bill paid her no mind. He buried his face between her legs and licked at the gorgeous gash. Darting his tongue in and out of her sex cavern, he soon had Joan humping, lifting her hips wildly as he ate her pussy, causing her emotions to again come to the surface.
"No, Bill. Please. Don't!" She was saying the words, and trying to push his head away from her womanhood, even as she humped into him, grunting and groaning, feeling her floodgate filling and getting ready to burst open. She was wild. He had pulled her to the peak a half-dozen times or more, and she wanted another orgasm. Yet, she also wanted him to quit. Her mind, her body-all of her was in turmoil, a delightful, pleasantly-confusing, erotic turmoil.
"No, Bill...."
She pushed her cunt into him as she felt another climax explode in her body. Moaning, she pulled his head hard against her crotch and ground her pussy into his face, rubbing the labia over his mouth and nose as she drained her body of the ever-loving joy juice.
Bill dressed quietly, leaving Joan lying on the bed, nude, her body fully exposed. He looked at her. The big tits, now rising and falling slowly with her easy breathing. The dark patch of pubic hair at the triangle of her legs, which were slightly parted. He could see traces of moisture mixed with the hair and put his hand between her legs and pressed. She didn't move. He walked to the door and turned.
"Joan," he said, in a low, meaningful tone, "this isn't the last time for us. I'm going to get into that tasty pussy of yours again, as often as I can. You are one helluva piece of ass and I mean it. So, regardless of how much you fight me, I will be back in your saddle. And I know how to turn you on. In fact, any man can probably turn you on, that's how hot you get and how much you love to fuck.
"So, baby, be expecting me. I'm going to be like Douglas MacArthur-'Ishall return.'"
Joan lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the door close and knew he was gone. She ran her hands over her body, stopping at the mound. Pressing gently, she thought over what had happened and what Bill Garrison had said just before he left.
She had enjoyed his fucking, and really didn't mind sucking his cock. And she thrilled at him eating her into a number of orgasms. But, she did resent his cockiness, his self-assurance, that he could screw her any time he wanted.
She resented it because-he was probably right!