Chapter 8
Terry McGuire drove to his girlfriend's apartment, disgruntled with his role in B.O.N.E.'s takeover. Several days after shocking Allan Black and Dave Rossow, he contacted Greg Newton. He sensed improvement in his friend. Thank God, the damage hadn't been permanent. Although Greg had regained his strength and character, he lacked the spark Terry had known. Greg had no recollection of how the change in his behavior came about, nor could he account for the weariness that dragged on for weeks.
Terry suspected Morgana had been behind Greg's ailment. That scheming bitch had used the Mind Zapper on him. Of that, he had no doubt. Given Black's and Rossow's comportment after the stunning, he formed that hunch. That weapon had unglued his friend's psychological makeup, taking it apart at the seams.
Damn her! Morgana abused the privileges B.O.N.E. accorded her for personal gain.
He submerged his resentment for the moment and looked forward to easing some tension. Lynette would be perfect for that purpose. The woman functioned as a release valve, taking pride in making him feel good. She was highly responsive, pure dynamite in bed. He could scarcely wait to fuck her.
He automatically leaned on the accelerator, wanting to speed his journey.
Lynette neglected to answer his knock. He rapped several more times, then retrieved his spare key. He'd seen the light from her window and assumed she was home.
A tall, slim brunette stood before a full-length mirror, primping. She flirted with her mirror image, flashing a saucy smile. From the rear, she looked most delicious. Small, rounded shoulders tapered to a waist one could easily enclose with his hands. She seductively moved her ass, prompting some nasty thoughts. Trim thighs gave way to luscious calves. She had on a pair of six-inch spikes.
She intercepted Terry's approach via reflection. Immediately, she frowned, yet couldn't be bothered halting her preparations for what appeared a wild night on the town. "What are you doing here?" she casually inquired when he clasped her shoulders.
"Aren't you glad to see me, babe?" He grinned, breathing down her front and trying to lock gazes with her reflection. Her perfumed scent gave him a boner. He could feel his cock swell to complete hardness, along with the pleasant tickle of arousal. Mmmmm. Lynette had nice tits. His groin tingled as he took stock of her. "Been thinking about me."
"Frankly, no."
Her curt response caused him to loosen his grip. "What gives?"
"Who do you think you are, barging in here? Contrary to your assumptions, I'm not your faithful little whore. I'm tired of waiting around, hoping you'll show. I deserve some fun, too."
He grabbed her hand and clamped it over his crotch. Slowly shifting his hips, he let her palm the goods. "That, baby, is all the action you need."
She yanked free of him. "Bullshit. I'm going to find myself a real man who can take care of business, good and proper."
Terry thought her judgment unreasonable. He had personally forked out for those finely tailored threads, not to mention covering her monthly rent. B.O.N.E. didn't write him huge paychecks, but he spread whatever wealth he could. Furthermore, it steamed him that some other dude might get into her pants. He had a hard-on for the chick, and wanted to give it to her. "Hey, babe, don't snub me. Things have been tough."
"like I care?" She waved her hand in dismissal, then posed for the mirror. Her eye-popping profile made his mouth water. "I've lined up myself a hot date for tonight."
Terry's jaw clenched. That pussy belonged to him. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked, exasperated, nodding to his erection.
She sniffed at it. "A cold shower ought to fix you up."
That was the thanks he got? She should have figured herself lucky to land someone like him. Besides covering her expenses, he offered a decent package in terms of looks. Six-foot three, chestnut brown hair framing virile features, he had a muscular, hairy body. Women often drooled. They liked the smattering of freckles and build on him. A virtual forest carpeted his chest. They checked out his basket, too, and compared it with the span of his enormous hands. He stirred them with ideas of all kinds.
Bah. Terry was inclined to dump Lynette and take on a chick that counted her blessings.
"Fine," he muttered. "I'll walk, and not come back."
"Do that, baby," she cackled.
Her aloofness pissed him to the max. He suppressed the urge to give her a crack. "At least tell me who the guy is," he growled.
"So you can punch his lights out? I don't think so."
He seized her wrist, whirled her around and glared in her face. "You've been fucking around behind my back all along, baby? Been giving it to someone else?"
"I'm not telling you shit," she sassed, disengaging from his grasp. "What I do is none of your affair."
Terry grumbled at her poor treatment of him.
She studied his reaction through the mirror. Her dark eyes flashed before her sensual lips curved. Apparently she liked tormenting him. "Does that get you where you live: the notion of another stud sticking his cock in me?"
"Enough," Terry commanded. Her statement tore at him.
"Fuck you," she snarled, running a comb through her hair. She pouted at her gorgeous image. "Either deal with it, or get the hell out."
An avalanche of blistering anger consumed him. Her confession unhinged him. He'd financed her pampered lifestyle and received no respect. Lynette was a cold, mercenary bitch.
He shoved his hand in his back pocket and enclosed the Mind Zapper. B.O.N.E. dictated that he forever carry it on his person. Without mulling it over, he whipped it out. "You slut!" he yelled, then tapped her arm. A spark flew at its touch.
Lynette screamed then fainted. He caught her sumptuous body before she dropped to the floor.
In examining her beautiful face, sobriety came. With a snort of disgust, he hurled the gadget at the wall.
God damn B.O.N.E. and its electronic contrivances!
"I'm sorry, baby," he said, feeling badly about subjecting her to that thing. "I didn't mean it."
Lynette moaned, semi-conscious. Her mop of brown hair encircled her softened features. Her boobs shifted within her low-cut neckline, sumptuously jutting. The tantalizing scent of her perfume diluted his anxiety. Despite the fracas and accidental stunning, he couldn't deny his titillation. She looked so fucking hot. More than ever, he was conscious of his boner.
No, he thought. He couldn't take advantage of her in his horny state. It wasn't fair.
He carried her limp figure to the bedroom and set her across the sheets. She was at the sweating stage, burning with fever. Perspiration swamped her forehead, some spilling into her cleavage. Also prevalent was the shaking. The Mind Zapper's charge radiated through her system. As she squirmed, the hem of her short dress slid up her slim thighs. They opened, revealing her frilly panties.
God, Terry thought, drooling.
"Ohhhh," Lynette wailed. Those sensual lips rippled with delectation. Her throat muscles twitched. "Oh, God."
Terry glanced from her to the bulge in his pants. Although he willed himself to stay concerned, the emotion metamorphosed into the amorous. His dick kept trying to communicate with his brain to move forward, seize the moment. By a narrow margin, Terry retained his resolve.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stroking her arm.
Her trembling did not subside, nor did the sweltering. The truth-extracting feature of the contraption did its thing. It reformatted her brain so that his questions could be smoothly answered.
He saw no harm in seeking a little peace of mind with respect to her clandestine shenanigans. Lynette was compelled to obey. "Are you really fucking another guy?"
Her head went up and down.
Jealousy stabbed him. "Why?"
"I can't bear the solitude," she murmured, her dark pupils moist. "You're gone far too often."
Swallowing roughly, he closed his hand over hers. "Does he.. .mean anything?"
"No."
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least their relationship wasn't totally bankrupt. "Please forgive me for zapping you, baby. It was a stupid reflex."
Lynette said nothing. She writhed against the sheets, her hips swaying.
Terry began to sit up. He couldn't digest another second of her sweating interrogation-not with a hard-on. A respectable idea refused to form while ogling those incredible breasts.
Before he could rise, Lynette caught his wrist. "No," she whispered. "Don't go."
"Maybe you ought to visit your boyfriend," he muttered. "That's whom you dressed up for."
Lynette's nails sank into his arm. "I need you, baby."
"Huh?"
Those black pupils pierced their glaze. "Nobody satisfies me the way you do."
"I don't buy that. You've been giving some dude a piece of ass."
Her mound of brown hair tumbled over her shoulder. Her face deepened in color. "Not him," she softly insisted. "You."
Terry doubted her sincerity until she fondled his groin. He was absolutely rigid. The vibration of her fingers told him her desire was genuine.
"Please," Lynette murmured, "it has to be you."
Terry groaned. He couldn't think clearly with her hand on his cock. The pre-cum rose to the slit while the rest of him twitched.
The delirium waned. Lynette, regaining her strength, took him out. Terry yanked off his shirt. The matting on his chest was damp. He had broken out in chills, simply from her feathery caress. Anxiously, he got her out of that dress. There wasn't much to it.
Her breasts cushioned his furry chest. Their mouths came together and their tongues met. His hands swept up and down her spine, sending a distinct thrill. She effortlessly triggered a staccato beat.
Oh, yeah, he thought. He definitely wanted it.
Her stiff nubs became snarled in his carpeting. Writhing, she rubbed him with her snatch. Terry throbbed against her stomach. She quivered at the heat of his cock and balls. He stroked her back before grabbing her buttocks. She sobbed down his throat at his heated clasp.
Lynette forgot their brief clash. For her, the Mind Zapper never existed.
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. His muscular arms enclosed her. Lynette breathlessly 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 mounted. Terry knew which buttons to push to get her juices quickly flowing. He didn't need a map, or verbal explanation. He based his actions on visual results.
He kissed her breasts. His tongue awakened her every cell. Over her alert nipples he swirled, leaving bubbly results. She whimpered beneath his seductive licks. She could feel his hot breath as he moved over her tingling skin. He sucked her rose-colored pebbles and experienced their pulsating growth. After spending several electrifying moments there, he trailed kisses to her dark triangle. Lynette refrained from shaving, nor made a practice of it. He whisked over the abundant curls. Saliva accumulated beneath his steady gyrations.
Lynette closed her eyes. The thrill so strong, she couldn't watch. He divided her pussy lips with his thumb, then stroked her clit. She snuggled against him, weak. "Oh, God," she whimpered through gritted teeth. "Nobody does it quite as good."
He released her inflamed dot and clasped to her tits. Her nipples jutted through her fingers. He stimulated Lynette to such a degree, she twisted in his arms. Soon, her ass brushed his cock. He palpitated along her crack. Unable to stop herself, she bent over and fanned her hands. She was acutely aware of how empty her pussy was and her desperate need to fill it.
"Please, fuck me," she said under her breath.
Terry could deny neither of them that indulgence. He positioned himself for entry. That thick cock opened her from behind. Lynette sobbed as he slid into her. His thing felt bigger than before. He consumed considerable space in her tender hole.
"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, baby. Take every bit."
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.
He went in slowly, deriving guttural pleasure from her spongy cunt. His guttural satisfaction registered with each successive thrust. Involuntarily, she tightened around his dick. Her pussy muscles had him in a vise.
"Yeah, baby, squeeze me," he croaked while they were linked. He immersed his cock in her juicy warmth. He twisted in her muff, 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 sheets while receiving him. Her ass bounced off him. She snagged that huge cock when rebounding. Terry'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.
Lynette submitted to his masterful thrusts. He stroked the deepest part of her and accelerated the urge to cum. "Oh, yes," she wailed as it depleted 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.
Terry 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.
Lynette moaned at the blunt touch of his solid cockhead. He pressed against her anus. Taking him through the back wasn't normal for them. Mindful of his size, she always vetoed the idea. Her heightened horniness, brought on by the Mind Zapper, gave her a new perspective. As Terry lingered in that spot, she reexamined her attitude toward anal sex.
"In my ass, baby," she murmured, "now."
Terry gulped. "Are you sure? You've never wanted me that way before."
"It's okay. Do it."
Her swaying buns hypnotized him. He couldn't ignore their call. After some reluctance, Terry 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."
"You're not going to make me stop?" he asked in a choked voice. He was halfway in, protruding from those quivering cheeks. Oh, God, he loved it. He prayed she would let him finish.
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 the ache.
Nearing the end of their connection, they both gasped.
"Damn, baby," he muttered, as though disbelieving where he was. The Mind Zapper hadn't made it possible. He disbelieved it willed her to submit, but theorized that it inspired her. He stretched from her expanded anus and his balls bumped her pussy lips. "Oh, fuck. It's better than I dreamed."
Lynette concurred. He aroused her so fiercely, she was indifferent to the wrenching pressure he introduced. 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 throbbed in her rectum. She could feel his pleasure.
"Don't stop," she squeaked when he stretched her rim. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, Terry. Bury your cock in my ass."
"You like that, eh?" he muttered. His finger was poised over her clit. "Tell me more."
Lynette 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, 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 Terry'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, baby. Let's do it now."
Terry 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. 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.
Terry 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.
Terry cast his head back, letting out an anguished cry. His cock was extremely sensitive after exploding. Lynette's massage heightened his anguish.
She milked the last of it from his cock, then guided him to her extended tongue. Terry deposited what was left onto it. She licked away those final pearls.
He collapsed on his back, huffing and puffing. She welcomed the clasp of those muscular arms and the affection of those lips. He nibbled on her throat while pulling his wits together.
He'd given her exactly what she wanted, plus more. Her compliant frame drove him wild.
His thoughts returned to that Mind Zapper and Morgana. The woman had used it on his buddy, and gotten away with it. Witnessing its power, he knew he couldn't abide the injustice much longer.
Terry silently vowed to take revenge on that cunning minx.