Chapter 6

Anita did quite well for herself in the next few weeks. She found herself at a secretarial job, which she slowly mastered, but which she didn't really want. It paid around the same as the assembly line job, but wasn't as hard on the muscles, though tougher on the brain. King got his promotion. She got to satisfy quite a few hard cocks and was satisfied by them in return.

She returned a number of times to give Jaccuri and Bullay action and once or twice had to go down on King. She liked Jaccuri best of all, but found him to be a darker man within then he at first seemed. But most of all she had to take care to satisfy Clayton Bullay. What a curious name she sometimes thought to herself. Bullay was almost like Bully. He once even joked about it himself, but said it was a good, proper old English name from the Devonshire countryside.

She was dressing now to go and see him. She wore no underwear, as usual, when going to see Bullay. That's how he liked her. She thought of him while she finished with her dressing.

Bullay was stout like King. A bit shorter then she was, with a wide, red face, jolly blue eyes, a slash of a mouth, big hands, a barrel chest and beer belly. He was friendly and manager of the entire accounting section of the firm in that particular plant.

While she was finishing dressing, Bullay was making sure his face was shaved and his hands were clean. He liked to look good for his dates. He wasn't one of those men who allowed age to deteriorate their personal appearance.

It did not matter that he was fat. He played golf at least twice weekly, belonged to a pool in town, sometimes walked to the office. And did not eat too many fat meats.

He arranged his meetings with nubile and willing females when his wife went away to see her mother in Chicago, just like she had gone away now.

He smiled as he gazed at himself in the mirror. "You are one smart one, Clayton Bullay," he said with a satisfied smile.

Then he thought of a way to get himself ahead. Why not introduce Anita to Peter Bardeley. Yes, he would call Peter. He picked up the phone and dialed. Bardeley came on the phone right away.

"Hello, Pete. This is Clay."

"Hi, Clay. What can I do for you?"

Bullay told him.

"Holy shit. You've got ass like that and you don't let me know."

"She isn't mine to give away. The way I hear it from Jaccuri. You know, Will Jaccuri?"

"Yeah, I think so. I've seen him a few times. He's sort of a sharp dresser. But there's something about that guy I don't like. I can't understand why and I can't put a finger on it, but I don't like him in some vague way."

"Why? He looks like a perfectly reasonable guy to me. He introduced me to Anita Dumont. You should know him. He's a good guy. And the way he tells it Duncan King broke Anita in and contacted Will about her."

"You don't say. That new twin assembly line building manager?"

"Unhuh. He's a pretty sharp mover. I'm thinking of transferring him to trouble-shooter for the whole plant."

"Okay, maybe he deserves it. Where's this Anita now?"

"She's working as a secretary in the managerial section. She tells me she wants to be a bookkeeper. She has brains and the requirements, but hasn't had any opportunity so far."

"I see. Well, maybe I can get her the job she wants."

"I'll talk to her about it."

"No, let my man Dunahoe, James Dunahoe do it. He'll call for her. I'll make her a special offer through Dunahoe."

"I'm sure you will," Bullay answered, his voice sly, wondering just what kind of offer it would be.

"Okay, thanks for calling me about it, Clay. I'll see her and then I'll be in touch with you and tell you how it went."

"Fine. Nice speaking to you, Pete."

He hung up, the smile disappearing from his face and went to make himself a drink. Ice in a glass and then scotch. He lit a Corona Corona and with the drink in one hand and the big, smoking cigar in the other, stood and smiled as he surveyed the fine, carpeted living room.

He went and opened his window some and pushed away the drapes, then opened the other living room window. He stood a moment surveying the world outside, wondering who else in this goddamn town was going to get laid now. He felt good, the way a man who's going to get it from a fine piece feels. Nothing like good, young pussy to make a man feel like a man.

Bullay sipped his scotch and water and puffed on his cigar. The warm spring breeze coming through his open windows made him feel better. The fact that Anita Dumont was coming over made him feel a bit better still. And he was sure she would make a new man out of him. A good woman could do that.

He stared at the pictures hung on the wall, pictures of him as a much younger man. Behind him, in the how fading photos were pictures of desert. Great rolling hills of sand and pebbles and stones busted open and distant, rugged mountains.

He had hated it then, but today would gladly go back. He loved those young Arab houris, the bearded sheikhs and their water pipes and vile smelling tobaccos, the foul tempered camels, the dusty souks. It had taken him a whole week to find out that was the name for bazaar. What fun it had been. What fun it had been to be young. He'd swallowed a ton of sand and cursed the thick clouds of desert flies a thousand times. The sand had been murder on the wheels and motor of his new jeep. But he'd seldom had such fun. The women; the Arabian women. What lovers! What lips! What cock-suckers! What tight assholes! What hot, hairy cunts!

He'd been a private in the army then; black haired, not white haired and portly, like now. He'd seen some of the eight hundred thousand square miles of sand, hills and mountains that is Saudi Arabia, from the air in his Dakota transport.

It was here he became a man. It was here he learned the joy of asshole, the thrill of tight pussy, the delight of sucking, wet, painted lips. He found out that Saudi Arabia was not just a huge sand-lot under the hot sun. It was a place of brown, excitable people, who could be warm, brave, funny, colorful. There were old, exotic towns, silver-work, fine trinkets, daggers, swords, Arab costumes, cool, green oasises, hunting wild antelope in the desert mountains with submachine guns! He'd never seen a machine-gun used during hunting till he was invited along on a hunt led by a dashing young sheikh who was in line to inherit his grandfather's one hundred oil-wells and boasted he had made love to over eight hundred women and that he was going to buy himself a young, highly trained houri from a mighty master sheikh. She was reputed to be an expert in love. And for her, he would pay twice what a Cadillac would cost him, shipping all the way from the U.S. of A.

Bullay had licked his lips, thinking of that houri, wondering what she looked like and what kind of mysterious technique she used to get a man's cock to stand up harder then before and that sap to flow in a great and thunderous, flood between sucking lips or into a tight asshole or a fine, gyrating beaver.

After then he had seen her. She was black. Black as the finest, burnished ebony, worked over with costly oils, tanned by the African sun. Her face was fine and her body great. To own a body and a face that it certainly would be worth it to drop good cash. The thought of thinking himself her master sent a thrill through his body. Even though that was not possible, except in his dreams, just the thought of her coming over made his cock shiver with anticipatory delight.

He looked at the pictures again, sipped his drink, remembered the three antelopes they took during that hunting expedition. They were prepared over giant desert bonfires, on wooden spits that rotated slowly under the watchful hands and eyes of fierce faced and bloodshot eyed Bedouin warriors.

They killed a camel, stuffed the antelopes with camel meat. Then they killed a sheep and some chickens, doing the same with them. They spiced the food, added parsley, cooked up a spicy mash of fresh giant Persian Gulf shrimp, lobster and chicken, which they had brought along. All of this was liberally spiced, fresh leeks, tomatoes, water chestnuts, eggs, and cream added.

They cooked it up in huge black iron kettles they had carried with them on camel-back. He could still smell the food now. It made his mouth water. He smiled whenever he thought of the word leek. The Arabs used leeks a lot and each time the name was mentioned he thought of a leak and broke out into laughter.

He had known Arabia was rich in oil, even then. But away from the oilfields he did not notice it much. Not even then had he or anyone else realized the seas of oil on which that fierce, hot, dry, dusty, wild land rested. Not really seas of courage or even pools. That was just a term. There were deep underground sand beds soaked with oil and gas under huge pressure.

He wished he could get his hands on it. Oil was even better business then autos. But all he would be getting his hands on was some fine, black ass. There came a ring on the door. He grinned and put his drink down. His cunt was here.

He went and opened the door and she entered, a slight smile on her face, the short mini she wore greatly accenting her fine, stocking clad legs.

He shut the door, followed her into the room where he had left his drink and asked if she wanted one, as he shook the drink he held making the ice inside clink against the smooth walls of the glass.

She shook her head. She wanted nothing to drink. Not yet. Then she began to unbutton her blouse. "Shall we get down to the essentials," she asked?

"Yes, let's." He threw back his drink, put down the glass, empty except for the ice inside and wiped his lips.

He sat down and began working on his shoelaces. He worked quickly and without trying to exert himself. He didn't want to get all out of breath and look bad in front of her; face red, chest heaving, belly wiggling. It was important to Bullay to look well at all times and good in front of women.

She had her blouse off, and wearing no bra, was nude from the waist up. Her young, full tits, wobbling with youth, made him lick his lips. Bullay was always a man who admired a good pair and the sight of her naked, even partially, made his cock tingle and his balls move about in his pants.

"How do you want me, sir? This time, I mean. Wild? Sultry and quiet? Playful and hard to catch? Or just bowing, head forward, ass up, ready to give you fine ass or good, hot, furry pussy?"

The choices were overwhelming and the thoughts of any other behavior or positions, which he may have had, floated out of his brain as he rushed to undress and thought some more about what a fine treat this black bitch was.

He stripped off his shirt. Then he got his pants and shorts off. He stood there, naked, his cock already hardening, big, thick. She was surprised by the variety in the cocks she had seen. Men, like women, had a variety of sex organ sizes, colors, types.

He waited for her to remove her bottom garments. She did till she was down to her panties, then Anita stopped. "Go on," he said hungrily. "What're you waiting for?"

With a smile, she took off the panties, folded them and put them aside. Holding her hands away from her body, she asked, "like it."

He swallowed and nodded, then went to her and took Anita in his arms. She came without protest, her fine, bulbed tits pressed against his chest, feeling the tickle of the hairs.

Her mouth came open as his face came down on her's. Their lips met and his tongue danced into her mouth without delay. He licked at her and she licked back. This wasn't a contest of wills. Her tongue fought his and Bullay fought back gently, his cock rising. She felt his cock grow some more and push up against her and the lightly fluttering lips of her open and hot and wet cunt.

While she pushed forward into his mouth with her tongue he fought back and at the same time sawed back at forth against her cunt with his cock. Anita used the occasion to rotate her pelvis and rubbed her bush round and round against his still growing and swelling cock. By the time she was through he was as hard and long as he would get. His cock was quite firm for a man no longer twenty-five and it was exceedingly thick. And the feel of it sawing away in and out of her cunt was a delight she looked forward to each time she came up to see him.

Bullay had once told her that there were women whose qualities were hidden until you removed their clothes and started to fuck them. She was the same way, he said. On reflection Anita could say the same about him.

His hands came down off her back, where he had been massaging the smooth flesh and muscle over her shoulderblades. Now his hands dropped down and he began to massage her asscheeks. He had told her the first time that one reason he admired black women so much was because of their fantastic asses.

His fingers dug deep as he grabbed healthy chunks of hot assmeat and began to squeeze it in palpitating motions. It hurt, but in a way it also felt good as spears of heat rushed from her fingered cheeks down into her flesh to her cunt and asshole.

She stopped rotating her pelvis as his cock grew longer still and rammed up between their tightly pressed bellies. He used the occasion to rub his chest and wiry hairs against her tits, so tender and sensitive and soft. The tickle and cut of the hairs against the nipples made them quiver; sent rushes of electric fire down into her trembling tits and from her chest to her brain and cunt and asshole. All three reacted to the rubbing Bullay was doing. Now he felt her nipples harden all the way; turn to flinty pieces of flesh jabbing into his lower chest.

The feel of his swollen cock lodged between them, jammed up against her soft, trembling, silky belly, made his cock tremor and the fact that his downhanging balls were resting against the kinky and soft fur of her cunt, made him giddy with the thought and taste and feel and smell of her. His tongue continued to work Anita. Then Bullay pulled back and let go of her. He felt a bit sad to be doing this. But they couldn't just stand that way forever, as good as it might feel. He was sorry that his cock was no longer jammed up between their bellies and deliciously throbbing. But it would receive an ever better treat before long.

Taking her by the hand he led Anita to his bed and, hardly breathing, lifted the covers and slowly eased them down to the foot of the bed.

"Get on," he ordered in a low, sexy voice. She went and did as he had asked of her. Then she lay there, on her back, one knee slightly crooked, her entire vaginal mound exposed to his burning eyes. He felt the saliva boiling in his mouth and throat. He had an urge to go down on her. He had never before kissed a cunt in his entire life.

He had always wanted to, but never had been able to muster the courage to do so and certainly not with his wife. He didn't want that old, dried up beaver. He liked young stuff. Now, here was a fat, young beaver just begging to be kissed.

He looked at her, his eyes burning coals of fire. "Kiss pussy?"

"Sure, daddy. Kiss it, lick it, eat it all you want." She lifted and parted her legs wide, "Here it is, baby. Spread wide, big, juicy, hairy and plump and eager. Come and get it."

He climbed onto the bed and knelt down beside her parted legs, head low, ass high. He used both hands to spread her glistening cunt lips and expose her cunt hole. Unable to keep calm or hold himself any longer he lowered his long, rigid tongue and slid it into her cunt slit, softly spreading the warm pink flesh.

"Do it to me, daddy, do it to me," she moaned. She moved her legs more widely apart, giving him better access to her already very hot vaginal slit.

He thrilled to the feel of her ripe young body and the scent of her perfumed young flesh. He had rarely known the joys he now found, kneeling between her full thighs, keeping his fingers against her pussy lips, his tongue poised just above her gaping pink slit. It was slippery now with drops of moisture seeping from the depths of her vaginal flesh.

Finally, he speared his tongue deep into her heated cunthole. She groaned as he proceeded with the oral ravishment of her tasty pussy. He lusted after this mouth-watering morsel. Her entire body quivered with obscene hunger for the fulfillment of the throbbing ache inside his balls.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Do it!" He buried his face in her pussy, licking her with his long, probing tongue, moving it along the full extent of her desire-wet cunt, fucking his tongue in and out of her tight little hole, then frictioning across her hardened clit.

"Ohhh, aah, ooooh," she gurgled as she lifted her nakedly jerking buttocks upward, before pressing them downward into the mattress in an effort to relieve the intense pressure between her widespread thighs.

She could feel the hot air of his breath rushing across her burning cuntal flesh. Her eyelids began to flutter in ecstasy as he drew his pleasure-filled tongue through her gaping wet furrow. His hot, watering, hungering mouth gave her no rest as he licked back and forth through her tight vaginal flesh, his tongue now a probe that dipped into her hotly moistening hole.

She struggled frantically beneath him, trying to rid her body of the tension that his magic and all-controlling tongue was creating. She moved back, only to find herself against the headboard of the bed.

Bullay moved up with her, his face a reddened, grinning mask, from which his wild blue eyes peered out. He held her ankles in a strong grip as his hungry mouth moved towards her gaping cunt.

His mouth came down on her again. His eyes stared up at her as his lips grinned lewdly and he never stopped the suctioning action of working the soft, velvety flesh inside his mouth now.

"Noooooo, I can't stand it. Stop it, please."

He said nothing, thinking to himself, "today is your day, bitch. You will get your's."

He lowered his face just enough so that his eyes could see into her moistly gleaming vaginal lips, which were spread open, completely exposed to the ravenous hunger of his lust-filled eyes.

He let go of her long enough to say, "you love it, bitch. You love it, and you know you love it." Don't lie to me. Beg for that cock I'm going to be giving you soon."

The heavy bulge of his long hard cock feverishly pressed down into the bed as his eyes devoured the appetizing sight of her musky scented pussy.

Anxious to get her hungry enough to fuck, he lifted her legs and pushed them back so that her knees were touching her shoulders. Then, he lay flat on the bed, trying to rub his painful erection against the bed to ease the throbbing ache that was rushing through him.

His eyes glazed with raging lust, he lowered his smeared face to her widespread cuntal flesh and began to lick at her with greater determination and hunger.

"Ohhhh, Fuck," she gurgled. She thrashed like a trapped animal as his teeth nibbled at the sensitive bud of her clit while his long, rigid spearing tongue fucked in and out of her hotly tingling vagina. Her moans of protest grew weaker, being replaced now by mewls of obvious pleasure.

Grinning to himself, Bullay knew the hot, little bitch was excited and that it was just a matter of seconds before she would be begging for more. He shoved his rigid tongue as far into her as he could manage. When he was into her tight flesh to a goodly depth he began to work her firey flesh with nervous lust. He tasted her vaginal juices rushing in an even greater profusion in response to his work. He felt the undeniable movement of her juice-filled cunt up against his face and knew that she was ready for anything that he wanted to do.

Anita began to moan with sudden passion, unable to control the salacious excitement between her widespread thighs. She could not bear it, so much was coming to the surface, and she tried to turn sideways to escape the ecstatic tingles, but he prevented her from doing this.

There was nothing she could do to stop the powerful, flicking tongue as he licked and sucked at her with wild and uncontrolled abandon. Her clit throbbed with growing fire and she gasped, low mewls escaping from her mouth.

She whimpered in lewd delight as she ground her helplessly trapped vagina up against his face, forcing his tongue deeper into her nerve-filled flesh.

Soon, she was groaning continually in a combination of shame and uncontrolled excitement as her body betrayed her every secret lust to him.

As his hot, slippery tongue tantalizingly licked her pussy, the naked bitch on his bed knew she wanted him to keep doing this to her till she climaxed in clenching, scratching, gasping, moaning, gasping hysteria.

She had lost total control and would not be able to stop him or suggest something new. He gurgled in joy, happy that he was doing so well his first time at bat in this new form of love, for him.

She became a throbbing mass of flesh as she collapsed and absorbed everything his tongue and mouth and teeth did to her. He had driven her mind to a frenzy of fire with so many different sensations that she wanted to scream and laugh, all at the same time. The jolts of pleasure took precedence over all other feelings and even though she knew it couldn't happen, her body felt as if she were being fucked into mindless oblivion by the tongue that was working her vagina so endlessly and ruthlessly, devouring her and she loved each second of it!

She wanted more and more. Asking for it. Begging for it. Grinding her cunt up against his face. As she churned in raging desire, his hands went beneath her and gripped her squirming asscheeks and with each hand massaged a soft, resilient asscheek; working the mounds of flesh as if he were working dough.

Then, he slipped one finger up between her cheeks and along the groove of her ass till he found the puckered ring of her asshole. She jerked upward when the finger began probing at her forbidden hole, but the upward movement of her body only drove her muff against his face and shoved his tongue deeper into her crack. She grunted and went back down. At the same time he rammed his middle finger up her partially open and sweating asshole. Greased by her inner lubrications, he went up past the first knuckle. Her asshole ring swelled out as her inner passage opened for him. She cried out with the rush of sensations as he rammed his finger up her tropic rectum to the second knuckle.

His only answer to the further rush of her passion was to run his tongue back and forth against her clit. The throbbing Man In The Boat grew some more.

He worked her, pushing on and on, feeling like a general at the head of some conquering army, leading tanks, charging infantry, firing shells into her body that blew up in great cataclysms of fire and power. He led hundreds of tanks and then thousands through her flesh, as he ravaged it.

She was only vaguely aware of her loud and insistent moans, unable to control the quivering need down there. His mouth was glued to her cunt, her cheeks spasming beneath his touch as a second finger joined the first buried deep inside her rectum. Suddenly he began to thrust them in and out in a steady rhythm as he worked his skewering tongue the same way inside her pussy.

Seconds later, he pulled his fingers out of her clutching asshole. She groaned in disappointment, wanting him to keep on doing that to her. She felt his tongue leave her pussy and wanted to scream at him to keep licking her down there. To keep that wonderful tongue going down there till she came. But then his fingers returned to her asshole. One went in right up to the second knuckle and then to the joint, while the second finger stayed outside and he began to scrape his nail around her asshole and up and down her anal groove. He did so gently, but sent sharp, tickling sensations rushing deep into her ass.

She gurgled with delight as he fucked in and out of her, at the same time working her with his nail and giving his tongue and tired mouth a rest. His chest heaved up and down as he sucked oxygen into air-hungry lungs.

She could feel a raging fire inside her belly as the inferno burning her soul raced higher and higher. The flames of ecstasy consumed her as if she were some tinder-dry forest waiting for the lick of the flames.

She begged him to stop, but at the same time a grin split his slavering face, which went down on her again, as he watched her legs spread farther apart and her hips lift up against his impaling tongue. "The hot bitch," he thought, "wants it all."

She gurgled as shivers of raw passion enveloped her obscenely poised and opened body. Her guttural words brought tears to her eyes as she realized how much she was surrendering to him. She no longer cared as his magic tongue worked her wild. She cooperated with every move that he made. She lifted her pussy up against his face, shoving her buttocks down against his fingers. She was completely subservient to him now, writhing against the lewd demands of his lust driven body.

Changing tactics, he began to lick her in long strokes from the top of her pussy, down along her lips, between her legs and to her anus. He stopped before he reached her asshole. That was one thing Clayton Bullay was not and never would be; an asshole kisser. That was even lower than being an ass-kisser; something which he looked down on people for being and which he had never been.

He went back up and then down once more; keeping up the mind blowing rhythm and gently sweeping across the raw nerve endings until she was a blur of salacious movement. She lay in the lust induced trance and let him do as much as he wanted, her fully developed body begging for more of the same. She was barely conscious now of her wildly squirming buttocks punching her hungrily pulsing cunt up against his face with determined force. But she could feel the heated breath from between his lips slashing against her throbbing flesh and knew that she would cum soon.

Now, with his mouth clamped over her swollen clit, she felt the first flush of rapture flow over her uplifted loins. Her cunt walls began spasming, her cervix puckered, her clit almost shorted out and then exploded in a lightning flash of fabulous sensual delight. Her rectum clenched and unclenched so rapidly it seemed to beg for something big and hard and plump to fill it.

Low mewls of pleasure were torn from her open and gasping mouth. Her vaginal plain rammed and slapped against his face as if she had lost all control and her mind along with it.

Her hands reached down of their own volition and grabbed at his hair, forcing his rigid tongue down ever deeper into her convulsing pussy. She was cumming and now he would taste her.

"I'm cumming, aieeeeee!!"

She wailed and began jerking in helpless abandon, her cunt milking his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her young body like a sudden, jolting earthquake.

She was only vaguely aware of the fingers probing her rectum at the tail end of her last powerful orgasm. She shuddered in a final spasm and then ceased. She no longer cared. All Anita wanted was peace and some rest. It had been a rest she felt she had earned.

She shut her eyes and though it seemed like a long time, she found herself opening her eyes in a few minutes and gazing down at Bullay's heaving chest, his glistening, open eyes, his thick and fully swollen and yet unsatisfied cock. He had taken care of her needs and now it would be her turn to take care of his.

She was entranced by the size of his thick, throbbing shaft. She knew she would be entranced by it, no matter how many times she saw his shaft, the angry red cockhead peering at her out of one eye in the apex of the head; a gleaming, wicked eye.

He was stroking it now, still kneeling between her sprawled open legs.

She knew now that she would get it and she would get it but good. Her lover chuckled as he moved between her legs and balancing himself on one hand used the other to poise his swollen cockhead at the opening to her tightly quivering cunt.

The blood-swollen cockhead touched her fleshy asscheeks, which were lifted up towards him, then rubbed about against her asshole just to feel the delight of her. She felt his warm, pulsating cock and cringed, knowing that she was to be ruthlessly fucked. Her naked cheeks and tender asshole was lewdly exposed now and she just loved the thought it of being taken this way by this horny and resolute man.

He rubbed his cock against her asshole a few more times, then pushed her legs a bit wider apart and snorted as he slid his pulsating cocktip through her profusely flowing vaginal juices until he stopped at the opening of her soft, fleshy pussy.

She felt him push forward till the bulbous head was buried inside and had fully penetrated her opening. Now that he was ensconced, he rested a second. With a cock as wide as his he never rammed into a girl to ruin her. Bullay had consideration.

She thought of nothing more but the hot shaft being slowly bored up into her belly. She could feel every pulsating vein and ridge on the thickened trunk. As he wormed his way deeper into her sensitive flesh she whimpered a bit, then said nothing. It was getting good, so good. A warm glow began to diffuse throughout her body.

"Now you're gonna learn what true dick is about, bitch." He pushed it all up into her. She took it, her insides swelling wider to take and contain him.

Her legs came shut around him, squeezing his cock with hard, hot pressure. The slick, inner wetness was so good and hot. He had checked it out with his tongue and now would do so with his cock.

Bullay pulled out till he was out of her to the head, feeling the cool air on his naked shaft, now out of the warm, wet envelope that was natural for him to be in.

He rammed back in, but stayed only a second before dragging himself out, resting above her now on hands and knees. His pace set, he started to fuck in short, swift jabs that took half his cock out and then pushed him back in to the hilt.

Her cunt closed around him, sucked at his cock, rippled around the meat fucking into her, widened for the assault of this brutal club, lusted for more. She held herself back, trying not to dance around beneath him yet and to take all that he gave her.

He fucked in, going a bit faster, in spite of his unwillingness to push things. He felt her limbs tighten around him and shuddered at their size and fleshiness and strength. As a leg man he appreciated good drumsticks and black women in most cases had it out over white women when it came to that.

He cock slammed into her clutching cunt-sleeve a bit harder then the time before and was withdrawn a bit faster also. When he came back his pubic mound bashed into hers and for brief seconds their hairs were entwined before he again pulled back.

And all the while she held him in her powerful embrace and he thrilled to this vast circle of flesh holding him tight and not letting him go. Not that he wanted to.

She shifted her legs and then put her heels against his ass, changing the clutch and pressure of her cunt against him. He rammed harder still as he came into her and drew back. She used her heels to push down on his ass and shove him into her hairy maw that extra half inch he would not have gone. And then when he withdrew, she fought his withdrawal and slowed down his exit as her cunt clutched and sucked at the retreating object that was making it seethe and sending so much delight up above the planed muscles of her young belly and into her gravity-flattened and wobbling tits, their nipples pinpoint hard again. He made her cum once by mouth and now would do so with his cock. But he would cum just once and she was determined to make this as good a cum as he could get.

He fucked her still harder, his body floating along on a cloud of lust. His mind sizzling with wildfire, his throat tight, the air whistling in and out through his nose and mouth. His lust gave him the power to fuck effortlessly, feeling not for one moment the strain on his kneecaps and forearms, as he balanced his body on the bed and rammed away.

Her powerful legs seemed to control and hold him. They made his body dance back and forth with greater power like some turbo-charger. Each fuck seemed to have an extra kick. Despite this, he also controlled the situation.

He rammed a bit faster now that lust signals were traveling through his body. The slip, the slide of the fuck, the lustful fire rushing from his cunt massaged cock up along his body and to his balls were having an effect behind his closed tight eyes and inside his whirling mind. He felt it each time his balls bounced against her opening and closing asshole. The touch of her softness made him gasp and grind down into her still harder.

He fucked with determined effort now, thinking just about the pleasure in his balls and how long he might last while ramming down hard into her. She felt the quicker tempo and responded with the wiggle of her hips which made his cock dance from side to side of her as he rammed in and out.

She used her heels to add to each plunge and did not fight the withdrawals in order that he might slide from her in quicker glides that made fast rockets of red rush along her trunk into her head. She knew her tits were being jolted from left to right and back again and closed her eyes as she embraced him and began to massage his back with her long and elegant fingers.

Each time he came down now his chest slapped into her chest and touched her flattened out tits, flattening them still more, rubbing the hard berries of her nipples, sending a fast rush of fire along her tits to her brain and then back again to reinforce the flames from the tips of her tingling tits to the ends of her curling toes. She speeded up the side to side sway of her big hips and pulled him down a bit closer to her body.

This being not enough, Anita now closed her legs very tightly around him and each time he came in, she pulled inward and sent him jetting into her with a hard thuck sound. He nearly lost his head then. The rushing of sensations inside his cock, and along her burning cunt and the quick ripple and cunt kiss each time he entered the wet depths, made his balls tremor and his spine shiver with a hundred blasts of small, pinching fire that went away to be replaced by fast, big jolts, only to return again.

He gritted his teeth, fucking harder into that big, endless cunt, trying to find the end of her and couldn't. He blasted as hard as he could and gasped as she made him kiss and cry out in pain and lust and passion gone wild.

He began to wiggle his own hips to send his cock not only flying into and out of her but to the side, right and left, counter to the movements that she was making.

The effect sent sparkles of electricity through him and through her. The both of them danced like dervishes and smacked into one another with still greater power. Two battering rams of flesh. One white and one black. One red and soggy with sweat. One black and glistening like fine ebony with the sweat rushing from her pores out across her body.

She twisted and used her powerful legs to thrust her about under him, letting her legs row up and down along his back, leaving great red burn marks that disappeared only to be replaced by others. From his shoulderblades to his upper ass she left these marks, not giving a damn or caring, only wanting more and still more of that fine cock he was rushing in and out of her with such hard and fierce energy.

This was divine, he thought, as his brain felt puffs of red fire go up somewhere deep inside his skull. His brain sizzled with the energy of it and added to the wild sensation of the fuck.

He plunged ever deeper and harder, trying to touch the opening to her womb, but never quite making it. You needed one of those long cocked boys for that.

And he knew he wasn't in that category. Gritting his teeth, he gave her all he had, starting to pull his cock all the way out now to the tip before sending it all home to the hilt. These were the deep strokes that opened her wide and fucked her down into the bed. She took the smashes and ground her hips around to make his cock really dance as it plunged. He almost lifted off with each wiggle and gasped as yellow balls of fire exploded inside his brain every time. But he did not give up. She continued to receive those deep and long plunges. They were deeper and slower then the short jab-jab strokes which he had mostly fucked her with. But these latest strokes felt as if they were aiming for her throat. He fucked her down into the bed and spread out her cheeks as he opened her the deepest he had so far.

Every four long strokes he gave her two sharp short ones. That maneuver had been taught him by a whore in Singapore. The sensations made her feel as if the top of her head was about to come off. It was the kind of maneuver that had to be done just right if you wanted to get those kinds of results.

He rammed his cock full-length now, faster still. He was trying to emulate the short jabs in timing, but this was the hardest part. She was varying her strokes. Each time he came in she lifted one cheek and then the other as she rocked her body from side to side. It not only made his cock dance. It made him feel as if he were fucking a vat of living jelly in the middle of an earthquake. But he swore he would not be thrown by her tactics. He fucked her with harder strokes and even more determination.

His balls bashed into her asshole and plunged back out with each sweep downwards that they made. This added to the fires roiling about inside them. Each sparkle sent from his sensitive and lustfully tortured cockhead into his stem and down to his balls rushed about at the same time they were sending signals up his spine into his brain.

He began to clench his teeth and arch his head and back as he felt her wiggle more wildly beneath him and use her legs to pump her frame about in ways that made him feel as if she'd rip the very plunging cock from him. His balls were quivering with high energy and at the same time flying around as if there was no beginning or end to this wild, bed creaking, spring twanging ride. But there was. The both of them knew it.

These raging, dancing, twisting bundles of flesh fought for the last ounce of pleasure that was left inside their frames. They tried to sit on the welling rush of erotic energy that was pushing them towards the edge.

Bullay got in a few last plunges, that rammed him deeper into her then he had ever gone before. He bashed his cock as hard as he could into the sucking, spasming cunt-sleeve that was intent on holding him prisoner, but which he eluded each time he pulled out and back.

She pulled him closer and closer until her chest and his were squeezed tightly together and her squashed tits were hot and tremoring against the fat and muscle and hairs and the hardened nipples were molten coals burning holes into his chest.

His balls seemed to turn molten white and then they yielded up their essence at the same time as he plunged deep and hard, putting all the energy his hips still had into that fuck, which rammed her down into the bed and might have ripped the mattress open if he had not cum then and there.

His head twisted to the side, his eyes shut tighter then before and his cock grew a quarter inch in size as he spewed the first white bullets into her cunt-sleeve, filling her all the way down, touching and entering her womb, now protected by the pills she took each day. His cum flew from the sizzling cockhead being clenched by the twisted sleeve which attempted to milk him dry and was now being coated by the very cum it was draining from him. Bullay fucked on, a mindless automaton, operating inside her by instinct alone.

He felt none of this except for the storm let loose inside him. He felt the bells ringing in his ears, was aware of his cock inside her cunt. Then it seemed that he could see right through to his cock and watch the cum rush from his slit and coat the walls of the cunt now so expertly convulsing and draining him, milking him till he was as dry as the Arabian desert he had once walked.

Somewhere along this road she came. Her body arched up against him, almost lifting Bullay up and off. But her powerful legs, now riding up and down in such a frenzy against his back that they left it completely red, held him tightly. With such huge and powerful anchors he could not possibly fall off.

The passion rushed through her in a tidal wave that came from her brain and would inundate her body, touching every far shore of her flesh, making her wild with need, cause her to twist and gasp and even scratch at him.

Her hands ran up and down his back and Anita had to exert the highest control not to scratch and damage Bullay as he might another, lesser man. Still, she could not control herself perfectly in the vast power of this lust which was twisting the very insides of her soul.

Her long, sharp nails cut into his flesh here and there, leaving minute scratches and small streaks of red that would soon heal and in a few days be gone expect for small scars.

The wave touched her tits, burned them with great heat and made her feel as if the fluid in them would burst outward and shatter her fine tits and make the heard nipples bullets to plunge into his chest. But her tits did not burst, though they swelled and quivered under his touch and the bashing down of his chest against her. In the present state in which she found herself every touch was like a lash of fire.

The tidal wave of burning purple passion which rolled from her head down through her body, did not stop at the tits so ruthlessly lashed. They continued down to well in her belly and then touch her cunt, sending it into a further spasm which twisted, turned and clutched his cock inside of her and made Anita feel as if her cunt had been turned into a clothes basket in a washer-dryer. His cock was almost ripped off by the vigorous action of her cunt around it. Then the flames touched her asshole and her cheeks and made them twist and churn, serving to further make his cock and body to dance about as her cunt clutched and squeezed and drained him.

He was coming down from his high now, feeling her power and everything she was doing. He could barely catch his breath. It was a ride that was not yet over. And she, not he would decide that.

Bullay was excited by her and also a bit frightened. He had rarely had women this powerful before and always thought himself a match for them. But now he wasn't so sure.

As the first wave reached her toes, a second, but weaker wave flowed from her head down along her body and again sent her dancing about. To Bullay, who was almost down from high, this was a wave too powerful to control and it made him extra aware of his shortness of breath and exhaustion.

There was no third wave. He just collapsed on top of her and felt his drained cock being clutched at more gently. Her legs no longer pumped, but still held him tight, clenched to her, unable to move a back or get away. He was just glad not to be moving, resting here, enjoying the warm afterglow of good sex. Bullay had had himself a fine woman. A woman he would not soon forget.

He stared at her face in front of him. It was a serene face. Smiling, happy, beautiful. If he had been younger and not married he would have asked Anita Dumont to marry him. A woman like her was hard to find. And once a man did find her, he should keep and cherish her like a fine gem. What thankfulness he could expect from Bardeley if she came across. He would have to arrange it with King. It was King who brought her to Bullay's attention through Jaccuri and King deserved some sort of finder's fee.

She was breathing as if asleep, unable to hear or feel him. But he could tell she wasn't asleep. He could see that her breath was swift and short, not long and drawn out. She said nothing and he did nothing to disturb her moments of peace.

He watched her nostrils flare as she exhaled and then indent when she inhaled. He felt her tits, so good and soft, the nipples no longer rigid. Her cunt was good also. It clutched at him and kept his meat hot and feeling fine.

He could stay this way forever. But unfortunately there were more pressing needs in the world. And he had a wife who would demand to know where he was and what he had been doing. If only he could wave some magic wand and replace Anita with his wife. But that was not to be.

He smiled, pressed his face to hers and kissed her long and gentle on the lips. Her lips broke into a smile and she kissed him back just as gently.

Then he pulled his mouth from her's. "Did you enjoy it, darling," he asked softly?

She opened her eyes. Her smile widened. "Yes, very much. And did you enjoy me?"

"Very much, also. And now, afraid as I am to say it, I think it's time we ought to get off the bed, clean up and dress."

"Do we have to," she said with a pout?

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I'm not twenty anymore and don't want to wind up with a heart attack. There are too many men who've dedicated their lives to sex. And I'm afraid it's killed as many men as the battlefield, perhaps more."

They began to disengage with winces and laughter and smiles.