Chapter 6
Rick slowly came awake, opening his eves and listening to the birds outside the window. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the travel clock. He remembered a dream about his host's wife ... he blinked ... Yes, of course it was a dream. He turned on his side and stared at the sleeping girl beside him. In the dream it was Rhonda and then it was Noreen and ... No matter! It was one helluva wet dream! Boy, he had had women go wild under him before but nothing like Noreen in the dream.
The dream had come tenuously. He remembered waking up next to Rhonda ... only it wasn't Rhonda, it was Noreen. Oh, to hell with it ... it doesn't matter, he thought. It was the dream that mattered. He had awakened to find himself stripped and lying next to his nude wife. It was the way that he had been awakened that was interesting. His wife had been fondly stroking his cock, crooning over it, admiring its size and beauty.
She had kissed him, and her mouth was all honey and heat and tongue. And she had placed his head against her breast and fed him like a hungry child. And then she had stroked his cock again and told him she wanted it deep inside her.
His wife had said, "With a cock like yours, I want a real straight fuck, at least the first time. Tomorrow night, you're going to eat it. Tonight you will just fuck it till my head falls off!" He asked her, "A straight fuck?"
"Honey," she explained, "a straight fuck is you on top of me with my legs wrapped around you-nothing kinky ... just a plain old-fashioned fucking. Bang ... bang ... oh, heavenly bang!"
She bent her legs at the knees, placing her feet right up next to her buttocks. Then she spread herself for him. "Come on in ... the water's fine!" she crooned, smiling wickedly. Her cunt was smiling too, its dark hair-lined vaginal lips already moist with lust. And the clitoris standing like a campanile at the top of the quad.
He entered her with a rush. "Gaaaagggghhh," she moaned happily as the cock rode up into her. His balls slammed in against her asshole, bringing a low groan of pain and delight from his wife. Her legs uncoiled and then her calves were against his buttocks, her heels, and toenails were used as spurs. She began grinding her ass into the mattress, making sharp little circular motions that were viciously exciting. He really didn't have much moving to do; she did most of it, arching her back and using her legs on his buttocks as though she were hanging from ropes. She was the master of the moment. His hot penile shaft drove into the target, and with each new thrust, her open pussy became juicier-the bulls-eye hotter. His wife was lying there-taking it all ... breathing heavily through nostrils that expanded and contracted like the diaphragm on scuba diving gear.
"Slowly," she commanded, and it was a command ... not to be disobeyed.
Suddenly there was a shimmering of consciousness, and a strange heat was on him. Always he had tried to be gentle if possible. He didn't like the queenly attitude of his wife. Now, for some sadistic reason he only vaguely understood, he wanted her to know that there was only one boss at a time like this-the male! Actually, he wanted to hear her submit completely and plead for mercy. He withdrew his cock until only the head was still buried in the vaginal folds. His wife looked up angrily and said, "Keep going you fool ... I said 'slowly' not stop."
He grinned down at her and then shoved forward as viciously as he could. "Aaaa ... gaaahh!" she screamed, and he knew he was hurting her-knew he was scraping and rattling like a runaway train along each dark bend and curve of her vaginal tunnel. He felt his cock abruptly slap up against the far wall of her uterus. He immediately withdrew it once more and slammed all its seven inch length into the covering hole. "Take it easy, you're hurting me, Goddammit!" the woman moaned.
Now Rick felt as though he were a human pile-driver. He began driving in, without pity, hearing her moan and groan beneath him. Once, their pel-vises crashed together so hard that he was sure he had broken something. His prick had grown to astronomical size; it was if it had a mind of its own-a predatory destroyer rampaging through the warm jungles of her defenseless cunt.
Rick glanced at the female. Her mouth was open and her breath was hissing through bared teeth. She was rotating her shoulders wildly. She was close to cumming. Well, fuck it!
With sadistic pleasure, Rick withdrew his cock completely. Her haunches rose up like a blind animal, weaving in the air, seeking it. "What's ... wrong?" she panted. "Don't stop now ... you can't stop now."
"Why not?" he growled, wanting only to hear her beg.
She guessed his purpose. "You god-damned impudent son of a bitch ... fuck me!" she hissed, and then grabbed his testicles and yanked so hard it felt as though they were being ripped out by their roots. Her fingernails cruelly and purposely bit into the scrotum.
Rick reacted much the same as a bull ... he charged! "Why you ... you!" He savagely slapped her face. Her head flew back against the pillow, her eyes watered from the blow. The pain in his balls was agonizing. He wanted only to punish the bitch now. He wanted to hurt her more than he had wanted to hurt anyone before. He put his steel-hard cock against her tender vaginal mouth and shoved; as he did so, he pushed her knees back until her face peered between them like a frightened animal. It gave him another two inches of depth, and she screamed in genuine pain as he reached the virginal territory.
In and out he drove with demented fury, a fury that did not die even when she screamed, "I'm cumming. Fuck harder ... I'm cumming, you bastard." Her loins were trying to work up and down on his shaft, but he kept her pinned there.
She groaned and fell back, no longer fighting him as her orgasm began. He could feel her pussy twitching and sucking away at him, could feel the sudden new heat of her steaming snatch as her cum flooded her hidden passageways. He kept pounding mindlessly at her and into her until she screamed a minute later, "I'm cumming again ... aaiieee." This was followed within seconds by another cry of release, then another, then still another, until her orgasms began running together in one continuous ecstasy glowing and dancing wildly across her clamping pussy walls. Finally, her eyes rolled into her head and she passed out completely. Rick, propped up by his knees and elbows, glanced down at her. He pinched her nipple; she remained unconscious. Then, grinning sadistically, he made one-two-three savage thrusts forward before his cock began spurting its hot scalding cum directly against the hot, still pulsating walls of her subservient cunt. God how she had cum! It was the cum of a conqueror he now felt ... she was a slave of lust ... the cum of hatred and mastery ... but not of love. He fell alongside her unconscious body and gave way to victorious sleep.
Some time later in the dream, he vaguely recalled her voice saying, "That was the best fuck I've had in years ... But you were a very bad boy ... you loveable bastard! Repeat after me, at two o'clock tomorrow night, you will come to me again. Now, you will return to your room and when you awake in the morning, it will all seem like a dream. It will have been a dream ... you made love to your wife...."
Then, just before sleep took over, he thought he heard, "Tomorrow night, my dear, you are going down between my legs and eat it!"
What a screwy dream ... real wild! As if his wife would ever talk like that. Quietly, so that he wouldn't disturb Rhonda, he got out of bed and went to the shower. As he stepped under the stream of water, he felt almost as if he had been fucking all night and this made him laugh. Wishful thinking, he thought aloud. I guess it's because I hope Rhonda will begin to respond and react sexually ... relax and enjoy the love-making.
It wasn't until he was drying himself that he noticed the tiny bruise of a pin-prick on his calf and wondered how he had gotten that....