Chapter 5
"Thanks, sweetheart," said Suzy to the cab driver, taking all the change from him. He'd been led to believe that there would be a personal tip involved. A very personal tip. It suddenly became very apparent that there would be no such tip, or any other kind of tip, for that matter.
"Fucking bitches," he grumbled.
"Stupid foreigner," Suzy shot back.
"Suzy!" Cindi said, aghast at her sister's attitude.
"Oh, get off it. We're in New York now, and it's time we stopped acting so provincial. I want to enjoy the lifestyle that I deserve."
"And which life style is that?" asked Cindi.
"Whichever one Uncle Roger can afford to support."
"You don't like him much, do you," Cindi asked.
"Sure I do."
"No ... ever since it's been obvious that he wasn't going to let you manipulate him with your tits, you've had a grudge against him."
"That's bullshit."
"Urn hmmmm. Maybe. But I'm just telling you what I see. If I can't, who can?"
Suzy stared at her sister, and for the first time that she could ever remember, Cindi had the feeling that they didn't know each other.
Then, Suzy smiled and said, "Come on. Let's go in."
"I'm hungry," Cindi protested.
"Great. We'll wait till somebody with money tries to pick us up, and we'll get him to take us to dinner."
"Boy, you've got it all figured out, don't you?"
"I sure do. Then, we'll tell Uncle Roger that we spent all his money on dinner, and we put some ahead. See, you've just got to think, Sis."
Cindi said nothing, but was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Suzy had been developing signs ever since they came to New York, distressing signs, strange, alien signs. She was starting to behave in a way that was most definitely her own style. She was turning into a real cunt.
And it looked like poor Uncle Roger was going to be the one to keep having to take it on the nose.
"What is this place," she asked.
"It's kind of like a DISCO, except they don't play disco music. They play New Wave and rock. But lot's of rich people hang out."
"What makes you think we'll get in?"
"The way we're dressed."
They were both wearing matching outfits, consisting of see-through blouses, sans bras, tight, tight shorts, high-heels, and fur coats.
"I don't think we should wear these," Cindi had protested when Suzy found them hanging in Roger's closet. "They probably belong to one of his girl friends."
"So, we'll put them back. Gosh ... aren't they beautiful?"
They cut very impressive figures in them, and Cindi was amazed to see the way that the crowd hanging around the door seemed to part to let them through.
Of course, part of that might well have been Suzy's tone of voice as she said "Get the fuck out of my way, scumbag."
What do you do when a beautiful, but tiny, woman talks that way to you? Well, in this case, they got out of her way.
The doorman studied them, not without a look of approval, but he seemed uncertain whether or not to let them in.
Suzy's coat was unbuttoned, anJ she allowed it to fall open, as she said, "You aren't going to turn us down, are you, honey? I wouldn't turn you down."
He gave her a hard smirk. Cindi doubted that he'd been really impressed by them, but ... well, you had to admire Suzy's balls.
They walked in, paid the cover, and immediately found themselves overwhelmed.
"Gosh, I wonder if we're in the right place."
"Looks like it to me," said Suzy. "Wow, everyone's so punked out, I can't believe it."
"Do you think all those girls are really wearing black lipstick, or is that just the lighting?"
"I don't know. Does it matter?"
There were boys with ultra-short hair, wearing spit-polished shits and ties ... with razor blades hanging off of their ears.
"Oh wow, everyone's so trendy," said Suzy. "I wonder if they have a gift shop off to the side where they sell razor blades, and bones to go through your nose."
Cindi just looked around, finding the variety of people fascinating. The lighting was dim, and it was difficult to tell if the place was really run down, or if it just looked that way from the shadows, or if it was just old, but well preserved ... one thing it had, though, was style. In the main lobby, there were several TV sets, none of which was showing anything that Cindi had ever seen on TV. They watched for a moment, until she realized that they were looking at a lobotomy taking place.
"Oh my God, I think this is the real thing," she said, disgustedly.
"Maybe so," said Suzy, but isn't that music great?"
"Oh, gross, look at all the blood."
"Squeamish. Come on, let's go find someone to buy us drinks."
"Excuse me," said a voice behind them.
They turned, and there were two guys, both older than they were, both with state of the art punk hair-cuts (one looked like a rooster, the other like a Mohican) and both had blank looks that would have made the most hard-core TV junkie jealous.
"You two said something about drinks, right?"
Great British accent, Cindy noted.
"Yeah, we did," Suzy agreed.
"Well, come on then. We'll put 'em on our tab. But you have to stick around till our set's over."
"Set?"
"We're in the band."
"Which one is that."
"RatFireMedley."
"Oh."
"Come on. We don't have all night."
And with that, they began to shove a path through the crowd, leading into the large cavernous dance room, which struck Cindi a little the way hell must have looked to Dante.
Jill Harmon opened the door, and Roger immediately realized that his week had just picked up immeasurably.
"I must say ... you look ... uh, stunning."
Her face fell.
"You don't like it, do you? I told myself, Jill, don't wear it. It's too daring. He'll get the wrong idea."
Roger laughed.
"Look, I'm getting a very clear idea, and I hope like hell it isn't wrong."
"Oh yeah," she said, smiling again. "Well, look, why don't you come in, and we can talk business. And then we can stop talking business and talk about other things. Or maybe we can stop talking altogether. You know, I don't even know what possessed me to invite you over here. I was planning on doing it, you know. I mean, I was talking to you on the phone, and then all of a sudden I heard myself asking you over for dinner, and I'm saying to myself, Jill Harmon, what the fuck are you doing, you hardly know the man, and you know even less about cooking dinner for someone, but it was weird, because you know...."
Roger put his hand gently up to her mouth.
"Don't tell me, let me guess. You're nervous about inviting me over for dinner, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"I'm sensitive that way."
"Yeah ... well look I'll tell you what. Why don't we just skip business and go out somewhere for dinner, and then we can come back here or something ... or ... oh God, I don't know. You know, I feel like such a fucking nurd. I mean, you don't even know me, except as someone who says 'I think we'll need to shorten this chapter Roger', or 'Why don't we put this section first, Roger', or...."
Once again Roger put his hand over Jill's mouth.
"You're really nervous, aren't you?"
"Oh my God. What, does it show? I mean, you're acting like I'm breaking out in bleeding sting warts or something."
Roger laughed, and it felt good to laugh for a change.
Then, figuring that she wouldn't object to him being every bit as impulsive as he was, he took hold of her hand and pulled her to him.
"Do you have any idea how flattered I was that you asked me over here?' Her eyes grew wide.
"Oh my God, really. Oh my God, you have no idea how nervous I've been...."
"Wanna bet?"
"It's really showing, huh? I thought I could hide it, you know, if I just kept the conversation going long enough ... but no, huh?"
Roger stared down into her eyes. "Why didn't we ever get together before?" he asked.
She slapped him hard in the arm.
"Because you never noticed me, you lout, and you made me wait till I got the balls up to ask you out."
"Oh. I see. Well, hey, what can I say? I accepted, didn't I?"
"Yeah, and it's a damn good thing too. Hey you know what...."
And with that, she launched into another long tirade, that Roger listened to for just long enough to determine that she was only trying once more to fill space and silence. Hell, he thought, sometimes silence is good for you. "Jill," he said.
"Huh," she replied, suddenly saying nothing at all.
He pulled her to him and kissed her.
He heard her let out a long sigh, and to his amazement, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and started to rub her pelvis against his.
He pulled back from her, as if checking to make sure that she was real, and then, with both of them grinning like idiots, they fell into each other's arms again.
Later, (much later), they pulled apart again, and she murmured, "I think we ought to postpone dinner."
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
She put her finger up to his lips and played with them as she spoke, tracing little patterns over them.
"L ... uh ... think I might, uh, want to ... you know ... take you by the hand, and lead you into my bedroom ... and fuck you till your cock falls off.
Neither one of them said a whole lot after that.
"Hey" said the rooster to Suzy, "where you going?"
"I was looking for you," she said.
"I'm here. So how can you be looking for me?"
"Well, now I've found you. Where were you?"
"In the dressing room. Come on up."
They climbed a narrow staircase. The first band on the bill 'Dead Angel' was coming close to shattering the walls. "Are you guys that loud," Suzy asked him.
He turned around and said, "I can't hear you, the band's too loud."
They got to the dressing room, and found it empty.
"So, you want to snort some coke, or what," the guy asked.
"What's your name?" Suzy asked him.
He stared at her. "I'm not looking for anything permanent, you know."
"I just asked your name."
"Oh. All right. I'm Breeze."
"That's it. Just Breeze?"
"Well, my parents called me Reginald, but it didn't fit the image, you know."
"I see. So, you said something about coke?"
"Yeah."
He produced a bottle, filled with white powder. "Can you cut?"
He gave her a mirror and took a razor blade off of one ear. She bent over the table and began to cut out several lines. As she did so, she felt his fingers starting to play around her thighs.
"Ooooo, stop that. You're going to make me spill this."
"That's be a tragedy," he said, keeping his fingers on her thighs.
"Stop, that tickles," she said.
"It's supposed to. What are you. Thick?"
"No ... " she said as his fingers started to move further up her thighs. She moved her ass around, but didn't really pull away.
"Where's my sister?" she asked.
"I don't know. Probably meeting the rest of the band."
"What's that supposed to mean," Suzy asked.
"I told them I wanted you to myself."
"Oh, and why was that?"
"Because I like the look in your eye."
She smiled a sly, knowing grin. "And what kind of look was that?"
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and jerked her to him.
"Crackers. That's what. You're fucking off your nut, just like me."
"Hey! Take it easy. You're going to hurt the fabric."
"Aw, the thing to do in that case is to simply remove the fabric."
He pulled out a knife.
"Oh my God," Suzy muttered, her voice starting to quiver.
Then, she picked up the bottle of coke.
"Back! Get back, or I'll dump this."
"See, I was right, you are crazy. Out of your mind."
Then he gave a loud howl, and before she knew what he was doing, he'd snatched the bottle from her hand.
Then, he pulled her to him, and put his fingers up to her neck.
"Now my little sweetie, don't be all wiggly and squirmy like that, for it'll quite possibly cause me blade to sliver its way through this pretty throat that does such a splendid job of holding your head onto your shoulders."
He was whispering softly into her ear, in a kind of sing-song voice, and she realized in that moment, that he hadn't been kidding. He was out of his mind.
"Now, you can remove the shirt under your own power, or you can have me do it. I'll tell you in advance however, the chances of your being able to put it back on again are a lot greater if you do it yourself. I've been known to get carried away by the sound of material tearing. I just can't seem to contain meself."
"O-okay ... s-s-s-sure ... just take it easy with that thing, will you. I mean, don't go getting careless.
He was staring at her in the mirror, and as she looked up, she saw a perfect manifestation of the B-movie demented killer. His eyes were sagging now, and his mouth seemed unable to assume any kind of permanent shape. She felt a pit of fear opening up inside her.
Fumbling, uncoordinated, she nonetheless managed to get her buttons unfastened, and pulled the material aside.
"You were already sporting them pretty proud-like, you know, with this flimsy stuff here, but they're a lot prettier when they're not covered up with anything."
He put the knife in his teeth, and placed his hands beneath each of her breasts, letting his fingers squeeze them ... gently, to her surprise.
"Oh yeah ... " he said, "that's a fine feel there, it is. I think I've in love, darling."
She felt his body against hers ... felt the hard stubble of his chin rubbing against her neck, felt his hands on her breasts, and made a decision. It was one she knew she might regret, but she made it anyway. She decided that she was going to trust him not to kill her. If she was wrong ... well, the less said of that, the better. But if she was right ... she might very well be in for the ride of her life.
She turned her head around, slowly, so as not to make him bolt, and lightly kissed on the cheek.
"I cut six lines, and they're still sitting there, dear. What do you say?"
He thought and thought and thought, and then he said "I say ... I say ... I say ... Vive Le dope!!! Ha-ha!"
He wasn't going to be so hard to handle, Suzy thought.
Jill Harmon opened the door to her bedroom and pulled Roger in after her.
"God, do you know how long I've wanted to...."
"Jill, I have to tell you this. It doesn't in any way detract from the fact that I think you're a lovely, attractive, desirable woman. Are you listening?"
She nodded, in silence.
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to rip your tongue out."
"Can I pull your cock out?"
"Please do."
Her fingers dropped to his crotch and she started to rub his hardened cock.
"My God, you've got a fucking salami in there. What the hell are you doing, hiding this beautiful thing from me, you bastard? You ought to be shot!"
"Somehow, I get the feeling I'm going to make up for lost time."
"Hen ... are you ever. Come here. Let me have that thing."
Her fingers, considering how aggressive she was vocally, were amazingly soft, sensual, and delicate.
"Oh ... oh ... wow, look at it. Would you look at it."
"I've seen it, Jill."
"Yeah, well I haven't. Oh wow, it's so beautiful, I can't stand it."
She was grasping it with both hands now, and started to squeeze tighter and tighter. "Am I hurting you? I don't want to hurt you. You'll tell me if I'm hurting you, won't you?"
"Yes, Jill, I promise, I'll tell you. But I'll tell you something else, in the meantime."
"Yeah, what."
"I don't think you can squeeze it hard enough to hurt it."
"Aw, bullshit."
"Seriously, I doubt you can do it."
"What are you doing, challenging me?"
"No ... but I don't think you can squeeze hard enough to hurt."
She stared down at his cock now, which had gotten even stiffer while they were talking.
"Yeah ...? " she asked, skeptically.
"Go ahead, try."
"I don't want to hurt it...."
"Go ahead. You won't."
She started to squeeze, but seemed reluctant to apply any pressure. Roger lay back on the bed, let out a sigh, and started to whistle. "Oh, excuse me," he ssid suddenly, "were you starting already? I didn't realize."
"Oh, cut it out."
Then, she decided to let him have it. He felt her grip tighten, and keep on tightening.
Still, he made no response. IT felt good. It was stiff enough to withstand whatever pressure her hands could bring to bear on it. He knew that for a fact. But he could see how she might find it hard to believe that it wasn't all that fragile an organ.
She gripped it with both hands now, and used each one to reinforce the other.
Still nothing.
She was starting to get frustrated. "I can't believe it. What is this, a piece of dead meat or something?"
"No. It just responds to a delicate touch more."
"Well why didn't you say so? I've got that too."
And to prove it, she started to run the tips of her fingers up and down the length of the stiff shaft.
There were blue veins running all around the sides of the thing, and they were throbbing now, as more and more blood kept flowing into the erectile tissue.
The pressure became quite intense. At one point, Roger was afraid that the surface of the organ might actually pop. He knew that it wouldn't, really, but it felt like it had been stretched thinner and tighter than ever before.
"Oh baby," Jill moaned, "I love touching it. God, it's so beautiful. I want to lick it and suck it and chew on it and play with your balls...."
Roger gently placed his hands behind her head and slowly but Firmly pushed her face down into his crotch.
"Oh, I get it. Shut up and suck, right?"
Once she finally got down to business, however, she knew exactly what she was doing.
They were lying on the bed, at a crisscross angle to each other, and as her tongue began to spiral wetly over the tight surface skin of his cock, he unsnapped her jeans, pulled the zipper down, and began to work them down around her hips.
Without once removing her mouth from his cock, she managed to shift her position, primarily by raising her hips, to make it easier for him to get her pants down. It wasn't that she had big hips, or a big ass ... it. was more like she was wearing jeans that were two ... maybe three sized too small. The original spray-on jeans, he thought.
Which is not to say the effect wasn't stunning.
Her ass was perfectly shaped, round, yet firm.
Her hips sloped gracefully outward from the narrow isthmus of her waist, and as the tight denim came down to her thighs, he saw that her pussy, amazingly enough, was naked!
"Oh wow!" he said, enthusiastically. That got her to take her mouth off his cock.
"You like that?"
"Yeah. It's great. I've never seen one before."
He quickly pulled her panties down, while her mouth returned to its hammerlock on his cock.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned as her tongue began to flutter rapidly back and forth across his glans.
"You like that?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," was all he needed to reply.
She slurped up and down, dripping her saliva all over it.
Then, she pulled her mouth off again, and formed her thumb and forefinger into a ring which she fit around the tip of his cock.
Dropping more saliva onto it, she started to move up and down, as fast as she could, not spanning the entire length, just keeping to the base of his glans and the extra-sensitive membranes right behind it, particularly on the underside.
He started to roll his hips, and could feel his balls begin to grow filled.
Her pussy started up at him, both naked lips pouting into a sensuous curve between her legs.
He brought his head down close to her and began to lick along the surface of her outer lips with his tongue, and let his lips rub over her.
She was perfectly smooth. She must have shaved that very afternoon, he thought, to be that smooth. She was like a baby's ass.
Her clit was peeking out, like a tiny, obscene tongue. It was a flaming red in color, and when he let his tongue rake across it, her entire body jolted.
"You liked that. I could tell."
"I'd like a lot more," she replied in a dreamy voice.
He kept her lips closed, and just let his tongue lick over the outer surface.
Every time he crossed over her clit, he lingered, decreasing the pressure as much as he could and still keep direct contact with her nerve bud. He touched the tip of his tongue to it.
Again her body jerked.
He started to flick his tongue back and forth.
She moaned, her hips moved, and she opened her legs wider.
Then, at last, he took hold of each of her lips and parted them. Her pink membranes and tissues beneath opened up, and the heavy aroma of her aroused pussy filled his nostrils, charging his brain with a primitive surge of power..
"Oh God, she moaned, suck me, please, suck on my clit. Chew on it. Lick it. Please, please."
Roger had to remind himself that she was a person with whom he'd had only a business relationship as recently as yesterday. And now....
He let his tongue protrude from between his lips, and he began to flick it across her clitoris that throbbed amid the vast expanse of pink tissues beneath her lips.
He shot his tongue across one way, immediately shot it back the other way, keeping the pressure light, but the contact constant.
Each time his tongue touched her, it was like he'd struck her with a whip.
Her hips jerked, her legs shook, and her arms flailed about wildly.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her entire body shaking like electrodes had been applied to her nipples.
He looked up past the top of her slit, past the flat, smooth plane of her stomach, past the two flopping mounds of her breasts to her face, staring hard, trying to get some idea of this woman, of her personality, of what it was that made her tick.
"You really get off on this, don't you?" he asked her.
"Yes," she gasped, "please don't stop. Please don't stop. Keep doing it to me. Please keep doing it to me!!! "
She was quivering, and in her voice, Roger could hear the trembling of genuine passion and arousal. Her breathing was heavy, coming in hard gasps, and each seemed to drag through her lungs with a heavy weight.
The shaved lips of her cunt were coated fully with a mixture of her juice and Roger's saliva. He moved his tongue away from her engorged clit, licking along the entire region. As he kept it up, he could sense that her outer lips, the membranes beneath them, the rim of her hole, even her inner thighs and the isthmus of flesh between her pussy slit and the crack of her ass were all becoming charged, producing the same reaction that he would have expected from her clitoris alone.
Less is more, he kept telling himself, trying hard to resist the impulse to just dive in and start to suck and chew and bite down hard on whatever his teeth came in contact with.
But no, he told himself, keep yourself in check, Roger. Don't carried away. Jill seemed to be horny as hell, but she's also a sweet girl and she deserves to be treated right.
He very much wanted to treat her right, too.
He enjoyed hearing her moan every time his tongue drifted across her clit. He loved feeling her juices filling the cavity just behind her lips ... he loved smelling her, loved tasting her and he loved, most of all, what she was doing to his cock every time his tongue sent a surge of energy rippling through her nerves.
When it was in her mouth, she would either suck real hard on it, or she would go crazy with her jaws, scraping her teeth over it. Now, Roger didn't usually like having his cock bitten, but the way she did it was so delightful that he couldn't help but go out of his mind. She didn't really bite down hard. Instead, her bottom jaw would start to tremble and shudder, and her teeth would scrape over the surface of his stiff shaft, but never keep their contact longer than a split second. Faster and faster, faster, her jaw quivering harder, she finally just tucked her lips over the edge of her teeth, and began to jerk her head up and down over his cock, sucking as hard as she could all the while.
"Oh, baby," he finally said with an enthusiastic moan, "that's wonderful. I really love it. Don't stop."
"Oh, do you like it? Tell me you like it, Roger. Come on, I want to hear that you really like it"'
"I just told you that I liked it."
"I can't ever hear it enough. What can I tell you ... I'm insecure as hell."
"You shouldn't be. With a mouth 'and a body like you've got, to say nothing of your spirit and enthusiasm, you haven't got a thing that you need to be self-conscious about."
"I know ... " she said, not sounding convinced.
"Look, you had enough self-confidence to seduce me."
"What! Did I seduce you? Really? No shit? I've never seduced anyone in my life."
"Sure you seduced me. You invited me over and made the first moves."
"Are you saying you wouldn't have made any moves on your own?"
"Boy, you really don't have any confidence."
"I told you. Honest, I told you, and you wouldn't believe me."
He laughed.
"You really crack me up, you know that."
"What's so funny. Why are you laughing at me?"
"Because I'm here in bed with you, both of us are naked, I'm having the best time in bed with a woman that I've had in months, and you're saying you don't have any confidence in yourself."
"Is it? Is it really. I mean, is it really the best time you've had in bed with a woman in months?"
"I just said it was," Roger said, getting a little exasperated. "You're going to have to learn to start believing me when I tell you things."
"I know...."
"Listen, I've got something to say to you that you won't need to hear repeated."
"What's that?"
He sat up in the bed and wrapped his arms around her neck. Then he drew her to him, locking his lips over hers, and giving her the longest, wettest kiss he'd ever given anyone in his entire life.
She finally had to break away, just to get her breath.
"Wow, were you ever wrong."
"About what?"
"About not needing to have that repeated. Don't kid yourself, buddy, I won't ever get enough of hearing that."
And she locked her lips onto his again, at the same time picking up his hand and stuffing it between her legs again.
He let his fingers start to slide between her pussy lips, and then he went straight for her hole, spreading her inner lips aside and letting his fingers slide right up inside her.
"Oh yeah," she moaned, "that's great."
"You like that?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? God damn, don't you ever stop."
"Well, I'm going to have to pretty soon."
"What for?"
"Because I've got something much better that belongs up there."
She let her fingers wrap about his cock again, and laughed. "I'll bet you do, big boy," she said, nibbling on his ear.
Finally, he rolled her flat on her back, spread her legs apart, and positioned himself on his knees between her thighs. . He looked down directly into the slit of her pussy.
Even in the dark room, the membranes were slick with juice, shimmering like the surface of a lake in the moonlight.
He could almost see it rippling with the waves of sensation that were coursing through her.
He held his stiff cock in his hand and brought the glans right up to her open slit.
"Touch me," she moaned, her voice a soft whisper. "Please, touch me with it, run it up and down through my pussy. I want to feel it spreading my juices all over the place. Please ... please won't you do as I ask ... I need it so bad."
"You do? You really need this? I'll be damned, you could have fooled me."
She slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"Don't toy with me, Roger Stoddard, I'm still your editor, and if I say you have to rewrite, then rewrite it is. You don't want that, do you?"
"Not fucking hardly," he said, suddenly starting to pinch her nipples.
"Ooooo," she giggled. "Don't hurt me," she said, as he started to pinch a little harder.
"Then don't threaten me, my dear. Instead, make love to me."
"Oh God yes. Yes. Come on, stick it in me. Fuck me. Please fuck me."
He spread her legs, and placing his cock up against her clit, he began to rub in up and down through her slit.
She moaned every time it moved against her hard nerve bud, and as he brought it down over her hole, he placed the head directly in the center of it, just barely letting it touch the rim of her hole. He didn't stick it in though, not yet. Instead, he pulled it back out, rubbed it up and down some more over her clit, then dropped it back down to her hole, this time leaving it in her for a bit longer, and actually pushing it against her.
She was extremely wet, and he felt his shaft begin to slide into her cunt, with almost no resistance whatsoever.
It was a delicious feeling, and he noticed that her body was frozen, her face held rigid as he pushed into her.
Should he go ahead and try for full penetration now? He'd wanted to drag out foreplay longer, but suddenly, his balls took command and directed his hips to jerk forward with a mighty thrust.
That pretty much decided the issue for him right there. Once the head of his cock was buried, there wasn't any way he was going to stop until the whole damn thing was inside her, and even if he'd wanted to pull out, he doubted that she would have let him.
Her legs were wrapped around the small of his back now, clamping him to her like a vise, and they allowed him only enough room to pull back with his hips to let his cock move in and out of her.
But she seemed to have a perfect awareness of just how far his hips could move to keep his cock still buried inside her.
She wasn't going to let him go for anything, that was obvious.
So, he started to push forward, slowly, because the surface of his cock had dried from being in her mouth, and if he'd pushed too hard, it would have started to drag against the soft membranes of her cunt.
Inch by inch, very, very slowly, pressing forward, waiting for her juiced to coat him, pressing forward some more, waiting for the juices to spread evenly over him, in still further, deeper ... deeper ... deeper....
"Oh my God," she said, "I can feel you. You're so big. You're in me so deep. I can feel you pressing against me ... you're going to bust out the bottom if you're not careful."
"Come on," he said, almost tauntingly, "you know that you want nothing more than a big cock."
"Mmmmmmmrnm, you're right ... OH GOD!!! "
He suddenly pulled his cock the entire length of her canal, dragging the mushroom shaped head all the way through her mushy membranes, almost to the point where it fell out.
He held it there, right behind the opening of her cunt hole, letting the flared base rub against the rim of her hole, and its natural tendency to contract and close tightly shut kept the tension high.
She was moaning now, in anticipation of his cock slamming back into her, and he got ready to bury it once again. Shoving his hips forward hard, he did just that, but paused when it was about halfway inside her, holding it in place.
"Oh, keep on, keep it up. Go all the way, please. Bury it all the way in me."
He did, but slowly, moving his cock gently, easily, bit by bit all the way inside her.
"God, it feels good, sooooooo gooooood, I love it, it's wonderful...."
She gasped for breath, she moaned, her hips were constantly in motion.
He began to pull out and thrust back in with a regular rhythm now, still moving his cock the entire length of the inside of her cunt with every thrust.
In, out.
Deeper, deeper, pressing against the elastic membrane at the bottom of her cunt well every stroke.
Harder, harder, with a steadily mounting pace and intensity.
Sweat was coating them now, first as a filmy skin, and then, as they worked harder and harder against each other, as beads that dripped down in between their bodies.
His hips slammed into her.
He felt her pussy juice oozing between his cock and the walls of her cunt, and then flowing outside, smearing over his pubic hair, his balls, smearing across both their thighs.
Again and again he slammed into her, shaking her body with every thrust.
She cried out. She babbled. She moaned. She groaned.
She said "Oh yes . ... " and she said "My GOD!!! " and she called his name, and she dug her fingernails into his back, leaving long parallel streaks that quickly turned a bright red etched across his skin.
But he didn't notice, or if he did, it didn't deter him. If anything, is simply added to the passion that was already charging his balls.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.
Harder harder harder.
Suddenly, she started to scream, loudly, harsh, shrill animal-like cries, the-likes of which Roger had never heard uttered from a human mouth before in his life.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he finally heard her say.
Finally, he heard her say "I'm coming, I'm coming," but somehow, it didn't come as any surprise.
And then, he wasn't worried about that, or about anything else, for that matter, because his balls finally did what they were made to do, which was to splatter his thoughts like gobs of paper mache splashed against the wall.
like a great wave, he felt a swell building inside him, and like a surfer, he rose up with it, mounting his board at the moment that the wave grew to a peak, and then, as it began to spill over itself, he felt himself riding it, felt himself soaring, floating, felt himself charging towards some distant shore he could scarcely make out the contours of.
"Oh yes," she moaned, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she cried out again and again and again. Roger slammed his cock into her, deep into her, pounded her cunt with his pole, blasting his cum all through her pussy as he thrust again and again and again.
"More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more," she screamed. "I can't get enough. I want more. Please, give me more. Don't stop don't stop, don't stop."
He kept it up, feeling his balls almost turn inside out as they squeezed more and more cum out of them. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Harder, harder, harder.
She was gasping for breath, she was screaming, she was going out of her mind, and she couldn't stop ramming her hips into him. Her juice was everywhere, filling the tangled mats of their pubic hair like sopping sponges.
Finally, as his cock spurted the last of his come, he felt the mighty waves of orgasmic fury that had been racing through her body subside, Her muscles, all of which had been tense, were now calming down, and relaxing.
He felt his cock, slowly wilting, still ooze a stream of liquid.
"My God," she said, throwing her arms around his neck. "You're fantastic. You really are fantastic."
"You aren't so bad yourself," he told her. "'You have one sweet cunt."
"Yeah. Well I'll tell you what. Why don't you take five, catch your breath, and fuck me again."
"Right away? Just like that, huh?"
"Sure. Unless, of course, you think you might not be able to handle it."
"Take it easy, Jill darling, I think I can handle it fine."
It was going to be a long night.