Chapter 2
Jacqui's pussy still burned from the fucking she had received in the movie theater. As she drove around town aimlessly, she wondered what the movie had been. A smile crept to her lips as she tried to remember. For all the time they had spent screwing their brains out, she had never really looked up to see the movie.
As she drove the red convertible in and out of the heavy traffic with expert ease, she reached down and rubbed her hand over her snatch, feeling the heat building within her again. She struggled to keep from losing control of the car when she ran her middle finger all the way up her twat and wiggled it against her G-spot.
"I need more cock," she said, sighing deeply. She tossed her head back, caught the wind in her face and let her long hair whip back like a golden banner. Shrugging, she let the air rushing around the slanted windshield press the sweatshirt against her tits. The soft fabric rubbed across her aroused nipples and turned her on even more.
"I need cock," she said again, wondering where she was going to get it. Without knowing it, Jacqui drove back home. A broad smile came to her face when she saw Larry's car.
"Husband, dear, you're going to get the fucking of your life!" She screeched to a halt and jumped from the car. Then Jacqui slowed before bursting into the house. She felt a moment of cold fear.
She had cheated on her husband of three years. She had fucked another man-and she didn't even know who the stud was. He had been someone sitting next to her and she had yanked down her sweatpants, bared her butt, let him stroke over her blonde bush and then stuff his huge prick into her. And she had loved every second of it. Worse, she had wanted him to do it.
She had committed adultery.
And it did not feel bad at all.
"That you, Jacqui?" came Larry's shout from inside the kitchen. "Get on in here. Now!"
She forgot her indiscretion. So what if she had a little fling with an anonymous guy? It wasn't like she had meant to do it. The whole affair had just happened. It wasn't even an affair, not really. She didn't even know the guy's name!
"Larry!" she called, stripping off her sweatshirt and letting her titties bob around nakedly. Jacqui stopped and stared.
Larry frowned at her. "What the hell are you doing? That's indecent. Somebody might see."
"I wanted you to see," she said. He turned away and pawed through the cabinet.
"Where's that beer stein I got for my birthday? You know? The one Vic gave me with the naked broad on it."
"Why look for a beer glass with a naked woman on it when you have the real thing right here?" Jacqui felt a pang of guilt about all she had done at the movie theater, then forgot it. She was turned on and she wanted cock. Larry's cock. Now. All of it, up her pussy where it would do them both the most good.
She quickly moved in behind him and put her arms around his waist. Pressing her bare boobs against his back, she pulled him away from the cabinet where he still hunted for his beer glass. He moved a little, causing the aroused nubs on the tips of her tits to move around. Tiny sparks of desire volted down into her chest to collide with the carnal heat building in her pussy.
"I want you," she whispered hotly in his ear. Her hands moved across his chest and down to unbuckle his belt. From there her nimble fingers worked even lower, reaching into his pants to stroke over her husband's sleeping penis.
She wasn't going to let it stay a sleeping penis much longer. She wanted it hot and hard and long. She wanted to turn it into a cock. A cock capable of fucking her!
"What's got into you?" Larry tried to twist away.
"I missed you," she said. "All afternoon, I wanted you. You were at work. But now you're home, and I want you!"
The sexy blonde stroked up and down the length of his prick, feeling it stir to life. She dropped to her knees and wiggled between his legs. The cock, slowly coming to full erection, was only inches from her mouth.
But not for long. Jacqui bent forward and took the purpled tip of Larry's pecker into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. She had tasted cock at the movie but hadn't done much in the way of giving head. Now she was able to turn her full attention to sucking the cock into steely hardness.
"How do you like this?" she asked, the plug of man meat in her mouth muffling her words. She licked her ruby lips hungrily and considered diving back down again, to give him the blow job of his life.
"Feels, uh, good," he said. His prick jerked harder and stood at a jaunty angle from his groin. Jacqui pounced on it like a dog on a bone. She almost laughed at the thought.
like a sex starved bitch on a boner!
Sucking and licking, she moved from the tip of his fleshy log all the way down to the thick base. Her tongue worked around and around, touched his hairy balls and then worked up the sensitive underside until she reached the end again.
"Suck me good," he said. "Your mouth's so hot. Makes me want to cum, the way you suck."
"I know, lover," she said, pulling away for a moment and looking up into his brown eyes. Then she laid her cheek against the hot cock flesh and rubbed up and down. His cock jerked and throbbed with need.
She was just the woman to give him the sexual release he wanted-and which she needed.
"I don't know about this, Jacqui. I've got to-" Larry never finished. He stood with his mouth open as she lay back on the floor, wiggling sinuously to get out of her sweatpants.
"You don't have any undies on!"
"All for you," she said, her slender thighs parting to show him a flash of her blonde bush. Then she turned onto her side, wiggled back and forth and reached up for him.
"Take me. I'm all yours."
Her husband said nothing as he dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor. "I've never fucked on the floor, not like this. I don't know-"
"I do. I know I want you. I want this!" Jacqui reached out and wrapped her fingers around the hot stalk of cock jutting from Larry's groin. She tugged him, gently at first, then with greater insistence until he was on his hands and knees, kneeling between her wantonly spread legs.
"Stuff it in and fuck me!" she demanded. "I want you to split me apart. I want you to burn me up with your cock. Fuck me!"
He bent lower, his lips brushing over the tips of her boobs. He licked across one nipple and then coasted down the snowy slope of her tit. Then he climbed slowly, carefully spiraling up around the other cone of tit flesh. Every time his rough, wet tongue touched her sensitive skin, Jacqui moaned softly.
When Larry sucked in one nipple and gnawed gently on it, she thought she'd cum. Liquid fire poured into her chest. She writhed about, her hands on the back of his head to keep his mouth where it was. He knew all the right things to do to make her excitement mount, to build the thrill of waiting for his cock.
"Do me, do me now," she said. Jacqui sobbed constantly with barely restrained desire when his mouth left her titties and went across her slightly domed belly. He kissed and even nipped with his teeth as he went down on her.
His tongue shot far up into her juicy cunt, then wiggled about.
"Yes, yes, tongue-fuck me!" she moaned out.
But already his mouth had left her gooey slit.
"No, no, please, I want you to eat me out. I love the way your mouth feels all over my cunny. Give me your tongue!"
"No," he said, making a face. "Your pussy tastes awful. I'm not going to eat you out when you taste like a raw fish."
For a moment, Jacqui didn't know what to say or do. Then she reached down and grabbed at his pecker again.
"What I taste like doesn't matter to this" she said, pulling the tip of his prick toward her pouty cunt lips. She sighed with pleasure when his cock slid between her parted pussy lips and rubbed all over her blonde bush. Jacqui sighed and lifted her legs on either side of his body.
"In," she begged. "Stick it in. I want to feel it all the way up my cooze. I want to burn up with your fucking."
"You're gonna get that and more," he promised. He stroked back and forth a few more times, his cock roaming all over her tangled mat of pussy fur. Then he pulled back and let his prick slip down a few inches.
Jacqui tensed when she felt the hard end of his cock prodding slightly into her cunthole. She tensed all her muscles. When his thick cock tried to enter her fuck tunnel, he couldn't get in.
"Not yet, not yet," he said in irritation. "After I fuck into you. Then tighten up those lovely pussy muscles of yours."
Jacqui tried to relax, but could not. She arched her back and tried to widen her legs even more so Larry's cock could slip into her oily fuck slot. He shoved forward, his cocks head banging against her closed sex doors.
Over and over, he swung his hips, knocking on her most intimate door. Then he managed to get his cock wedged into her pussy-hole just enough. Jacqui shivered as she felt the heat from his dick spreading into her body.
Then she cried out. He thrust into her, inch by slow inch.
"Fuck me fast," she begged. "I need it hard, fast, all the way up. Split me apart when you fuck me!"
He laughed. He did not speed up as he slipped his thick lust log into her heated slit. When he finally buried himself balls-deep, Jacqui was at the point of being driven insane with need. But once he was hidden away in her ravenous cunt, she knew real devouring lust. The burning fuck stick throbbed and pressed against every square inch of her most sensitive inner tissues.
She sobbed and cried incoherently and tried to tell him what she wanted most. It never mattered with Larry. He did what he wanted, but that was usually okay with Jacqui. He could fuck her cross-eyed when he got down to it. like he was now.
"So tight, so tight all around me. Feels like I fucked into a velvet glove, but no glove ever fit this good," he said.
Jacqui felt as if a plunger was being pulled out of her body when he retreated as slowly as he had fucked into her. The pressure mounting within her tender young body caused her to reach up, to grab at his arms, in a vain attempt to force him not to go.
"Don't, don't pull out. Stay inside me."
"like hell!" He laughed. When only the thick purpled head of his hard-on stayed inside her pussy lips, he paused, then thrust back into her.
Jacqui was past being able to talk. She let the sensation's wash through her body like waves breaking on the beach. Her tits had been licked and sucked. The rubbery nubbins topping each white cone like a bright red cherry pulsed with excited blood every time her heart beat. And her pussy!
"Do it, fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded.
And then he did. He laughed and began thrusting in and out with more power, sinking even deeper into her tender blonde snatch. His hips levered back and forth, causing a lewd sucking sound every time he drew back. Her thick fuck juices leaked out around that love piston and trickled down into the crack of her ass.
The man's body slid forward and Jacqui hunched up to meet him. Her crotch ground hard into his. Her blonde bush pressed sensuously into his groin, taking his cock even deeper into her body than ever before.
"Split me. Fuck harder!"
He did. His hips flew faster and faster, diving far into her superheated fuck tunnel. He was reaming her out good. The heat mounted, slowly at first, then with increasing power. Her tits were filled with excited blood. Her pussy lips turned rigid with lust, his cock rubbing against them every time he slammed forward.
Jacqui grunted every time he sank into her. She knew he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer. He fucked harder and harder, speeding up until the entire length of her pussy blazed with carnal lust.
"Yes, yes, oh, oooooh!" she shrieked as orgasm smashed into her trim body like a hammer. The sexy young blonde thrashed about, pinned under her husband's weight. She felt the cold, smooth linoleum under her back and butt and shoulders and the hot pleasure spike driving deep into her heaving belly.
"Yes, yes, I want it. I love it!" she cried. A new cum seized her and she shook hard.
Jacqui was barely coming down from her sexual high when she felt the cock hidden away inside her begin to expand. He wasn't anywhere near the size of the guy she had fucked at the theater, but he was gigantic and growing larger by the second.
"Yes, cum, go on and cum!"
Jacqui gasped when the prick fucking so hard into her pussy exploded like a stick of lustful dynamite within her. Larry arched his back and rammed harder into her, giving vent to his craving.
And then, way too soon, his prick turned into limp spaghetti and fell out of her pussy. Larry pushed back, got to his knees and finally stood. He pulled up his pants.
"You're a slut, you know that?" he said to her, sneering. He grabbed a glass, then went to the refrigerator and got a beer. "I'll be watching TV. Don't bother me."
Jacqui lay on the cold kitchen floor, a curious mixture of conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Never had she felt so confused and even guilty about having sex. She had loved the way he had fucked her. And she hated the way he acted afterward. What did he want?
"I don't know what you want," she said, coming to a decision, "but I know what I need. And I'm going to get it. Wherever I can, I'm gonna get it!"
The angry young blonde pulled up her rumpled sweatpants and tugged on her gray sweatshirt as she left the kitchen, not sure where she was going. Not that it mattered as long as it was far, far away from her husband.