Chapter 8
Jacqui settled onto her car seat, aware of the heat still boiling out of her ass-hole. The goalie had reamed her out good and proper. And she had loved it-still did. Never had she felt such intense sensation in her trim young body. And her pussy!
It throbbed and burned, too. The other player had given his cock freely to her, and she had loved this. She sighed, her ample boobs rising and falling under her thin blouse. She was aware of the cool air gusting up under her skirt and across her hot pussy. Her panties had been torn beyond recovery. And the air, as she drove, slid down the front of her blouse like a lover's fingers.
She shivered, her nipples hardening. But she didn't know if it was from the cold night or the hot fucking she had just received.
"What a day," she said to herself. Jacqui turned up the car radio and sang along loudly, not caring about the stares she got at every stoplight. She was feeling good. It was good to be alive, completely alive, and it was all because she had decided to cut loose.
She had been trapped in a rut. She had dared to explore her own needs and had unlocked a treasure chest.
"My chest," she said proudly, looking at her tits. They were good tits, nice and big and more than a mouthful. Larry always said more than a mouthful was a waste, but Jacqui was learning that he was completely wrong.
If it hadn't been for those knockers she would never have been able to stop the guy roller blading along the beach or--.
She stopped. No reason to itemize all the guys who had fucked her that day. It only made her horny all over again.
At home, she knew she wasn't-likely to get anything that would help scratch that new itch. Larry was okay in bed, but the lovers she'd had all day long were great.
"He's already in bed and asleep," she said, seeing his car in the drive. She glanced over at her neighbor's house, wondering if Sandra and Ken were still getting it on. They way they had been fucking on the kitchen table told her they weren't-likely to stop with just one bang.
She still thought about going over, but not to spy on them, and got even hornier. She wanted to talk to Sandra and find out if she had sent the flowers. The lusty redhead was the only one Jacqui could think of who might have been so thoughtful.
Going into the kitchen, she turned on the light. She froze, then recognized the ragged sound filling the house. Larry was snoring.
Jacqui fixed herself something to eat, then went into the living room. She didn't want to climb into bed next to Larry. He slept like a log and snored like someone was cutting it with a buzz saw. Besides, the only kind of log she was interested in right now was long and hot and fleshy and hard and able to fuck her until she cried out in orgasm.
Dropping onto the sofa, she frowned. A small box was on the table next to the flowers. She picked it up and saw her name on it. Curious, she opened it.
"Wow," she said. The dangly earrings inside were gorgeous-and expensive. That meant Larry had nothing to do with the gift. She fumbled out a note that simply said "For my secret love. Are you as randy as I am? When can we get it on?"
"If I knew who you were, I'd spread 'em right now," she said, sighing deeply. The desires built within her again. It was as if she had set off an avalanche of craving. The more cock she got, the more she wanted. The more she needed.
"But I don't know who you are. What am I going to do?" She shoved the sandwich she had made to one side and stood. "I'm not going to stay and listen to Larry snoring."
Decided, the blonde left and drove around a while. But she ought to have eaten. Her stomach growled with hunger. She saw an all-night convenience store and pulled into the parking lot. She had to get something to eat and drink. But as she walked in, other hungers forced her to forget food.
Never had she seen a man as handsome as the clerk.
"Evening," he said in a deep voice. "Can I help you?"
"Well, sure," she said. "I'm looking for something to.. .eat." Her eyes dipped down to his crotch. The bulge growing there told her he had the same idea about her that she had about him.
"How much?" he asked.
"Oh, eight inches will do," she said.
"What?" He looked at her, then glanced over his shoulder at the security camera.
"I could lose my job if they catch me again."
"Again?" she asked. "What did you do before, you naughty thing."
"I don't want to talk about it," he said, frowning slightly. He stood very close to her. She pressed her hip into his groin. She hadn't been mistaken. The penis growing into a full erection was more than enough for her. He had broad shoulders and was quite good-looking. He was older than her and mature. He knew what he wanted-and he would know what a woman wanted.
"Good, because I don't want to talk, either. I want to do." She reached down and grabbed his crotch. His cock tried to turn a cartwheel. He grunted and caught her wrist.
"Did the district manager send you?"
"I haven't fucked him. If I had, he might have sent me to heaven and back. But he's not here and you are. Are you going to send me?"
"Into the back room," he said. "The camera will show us going in, but-"
"Screw the camera," Jacqui said hotly, grabbing him and kissing his full on the lips. He resisted. If he had wanted, he was so much stronger, he could have pushed her away. But she felt his resistance melting even as his passion heated up.
His tongue pressed between her lips and lightly brushed over the tip of hers. Back and forth from one mouth to the other, they played oral hide and seek until both of them were panting harshly. Jacqui was drenched with sweat. Her thin blouse clung to every curve of her voluptuous body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered hotly in her ear. He nibbled a bit on her lobe, then worked down her neck. She guided him around. Men playing with her titties turned her on in a big way. He shoved his face into the delicious canyon between the twin mounds of her boobs. He kissed avidly and licked at her salty sweat.
"You're hot, overdressed," he said. He glanced toward the camera again, then smiled broadly. "What do I want this job for, anyway? The owner is an ass-hole and the manager is his son. He's not even human."
Jacqui laughed and moved even closer. She ran her fingers under his shirt and felt the ripple of buffed muscles. Then she gasped when his fingers stroked over her chest. He found her bountiful boobs and crushed down powerfully on them. Tiny earthquakes jolted through her and from her chest into her pussy.
"I need more than that," she told him.
"How about this?" He pushed aside her blouse and gobbled at her tits. He sucked the left boob into his mouth and tongue-lashed at the pebble on the tip. Then he slid down wetly, kissing and licking as he went, only to circle up the other boob. By the time he reached the summit, the nipple was throbbing with need.
"Nice, but I was thinking of more."
"Everyone's always in a hurry," he complained as he worked lower. His hands slid under her skirt and then moved up the outsides of her legs. When he came to her hips, his eyes widened. "No panties. You are hot to trot."
"Do me. Here. Now. For the camera!"
Jacqui pulled up her skirt and bundled it around her waist so she could flash her bush at the camera. Let anyone who watches it get a thrill. like she was getting!
She shivered when the man's tongue raked over her gooey slit, but she wouldn't let him tongue-fuck her. She'd had enough of that for the day. The urges she felt building inside her body could be quenched only through stoking-with a real prick.
"Fuck me," she said harshly, her voice husky with the need for sex. "Fuck me good!"
"That's the only way I know how." Then he moved forward on her again, kissing and stroking and hunting for all the right places to turn her on in a big way.
The horny blonde staggered back into a shelf of cans. They clattered to the floor and she perched the edge of her butt on the top shelf and widened her stance. Her blonde-furred pussy was wantonly exposed and she saw what she wanted to cram into it.
The man kicked free of his pants. He wore skimpy underwear that was discarded in a flash, leaving him wearing nothing but a raging hard-on. He reached to a rack of condoms and pulled one off. He ripped open the foil and took out the rolled rubber. The angry red pecker sticking up and twitching with lust was quickly sheathed. She licked her lips as she watched it jerk and buck with need. Jacqui felt like a bird hypnotized by a one-eyed snake. The more she tried to move away from the beguiling cock, the more she wanted it.
"Fuck me now!" she cried.
He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her snatch toward his groin. She sobbed softly when the thick head of his pecker bounced off her pussy lips and went skittering along. It was exciting, it turned her on even more, but it was not enough. She had to have it buried entirely up her twat.
"This, here, now," she said firmly, grabbing his prong. She tugged and pushed the rubbery head into her cunt lips. "Now. Insert part A into slot B. And fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"
His first thrust into her cooze lifted her feet off the floor. He sank all the way up her heated center. Then he simply stopped. She relished the feel of his pulsating prick buried away in her cunt. It jerked and quivered in the hot fuck channel. Twisting and turning slightly, the blonde moved the prick around inside her until she could hardly bear it any longer.
"Move, move," she urged. "Fuck me good. I need to feel it sliding in and out of me. Your cock, oh, that sweet fucking cock!"
She went wild with passion when he obeyed. His hips drew back. She felt the incredible suction within as the thick plug almost left her pussy. Almost. When only the head remained, he shoved back into her with all the force and desire he had before. He retreated again, slowly, teasing and tormenting her.
Faster, he fucked back into her twat. She gripped the edge of the shelf and hiked her legs up to afford him a better target. His prick flew like an arrow straight for the bull's-eye. He nailed her dead center and moved with more forceful strokes. Hips pistoning back and forth, he gave the sex-hungry blonde everything she could have wanted.
She flailed around, knocking more cans off the shelf. Through the sex haze clouding her mind, she saw these were vegetables. She laughed and moaned and wanted more. She was getting laid in the middle of a mound of vegetables. It struck her as wild and crazy, but not as much fun as the feel of his heated love rod.
"You're too much," he grated out between clenched teeth. "This is so cool, fucking a hot chick like you. I want those video tapes. Nobody's gonna believe this unless they see!"
She clung to him, locking her heels behind his back. She needed him close so he could use his hips to deliver the most powerful strokes possible. Every trip up her lust-slick-ened fuck channel pushed her closer to the brink of cumming.
"Faster, burn me up. Faster, oh, yes, aieee!"
She screeched as orgasm smashed into her tender young body. It wasn't as hard a cum as when both hockey players had taken her or as sensual as screwing in the ocean, but it was good. Better than it ever had been with her husband.
Lewd sucking sounds rattled around the tiny store as his cock slipped in and out of her needy cunt. Her thick inner oils leaked around the plug of cock flesh and tickled her inner thighs.
And then she got off again.
She sobbed and clung fiercely to him as his prick twitched harder than before. He shoved straight up, lifting her off the shelf. For a moment she hung suspended on the end of his cock. Then her feet found the floor. Standing on her toes, she took his every thrust until his dick exploded like a stick of dynamite within her.
Soaked with sex sweat, weak and spent emotionally, she sagged down. He scooped her up and carried her to the checkout counter. He laid her down, stroking over her tits and belly and over her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You're not going to fuck me again. I see what happened." She reached over and shook his limp pecker.
"This isn't ever going to happen to me again. I'm not passing up the chance of a lifetime." He reached over and grabbed a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup.
"What are you doing? Oh, that's nice!" she exclaimed. Jacqui wiggled around on the counter, positioning herself for the camera. The thick brown river of chocolate dribbled over her clit and onto her cunt lips.
"I've always wanted to do this," he said, diving down and licking off the gooey chocolate mixed with the blonde's thick inner lubricants.
To her surprise, Jacqui found she'd always wanted to do this, too, but hadn't realized it until that moment.