Caroline couldn't get into the spirit of the celebration. It wasn't often. Peter fixed dinner for her. He was a good cook and she enjoyed any meal she didn't have to fix. But the festivities were dulled by her nagging dread of actually going to work for the television station as a weathergirl. The job was fine; it was Dwight Bryon that she dreaded facing.
The man thought she was a cockteaser. He thought she had let him fuck her so she could get the job. And in a way he was right. She had been turned on by him that first day. She'd wanted to suck his cock. She'd loved it when he'd fucked her up the ass. But later, with Peter waiting outside the office, she hadn't wanted Bryon to tie her up and fuck her the way he had. And even after the second audition, she had been possessed of mixed feelings about putting out for the man.
She wanted to get even with him for what he'd done to her. She wanted to enjoy the fucking and get back in the only way she could. Most of all the blonde woman wanted the job. For that, Caroline would have done anything. She'd have even fucked a dog.
But Dwight Bryon had gotten off after fucking her on the desk and she hadn't. That worried the young girl more than anything else.
Now she was twitching on the chair, poking at the food Peter had fixed and trying to look happy.
Caroline failed.
"What's wrong, honey?" Peter asked. He stared at her with an open honesty she found embarrassing. How could she possibly tell him how she'd gotten the job as weathergirl? Could she just up and tell her boyfriend that she'd let the station manager fuck her – many times – in return for a job?
No, it wasn't in her. She couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"I'm upset, Peter. Over the job. I've never had a regular job before. And this one's on the air, in front of thousands of people. This is live television."
"You'll do great. You're beautiful, you've got personality, and Bryon loved you."
"He did," she said, irony flooding her tone.
"Relax. Enjoy. Celebrate!" the man cried. "Have some more wine."
Caroline had more than enough wine by the end of the meal. She'd finished one entire bottle by herself and had done in almost half of another, with Peter. She was almost drunk by the time her boyfriend put on soft music on the stereo, dimmed the lights and got ready for the rest of the celebration.
Caroline didn't know if she wanted to fuck or not. The raging hunger remained inside her from earlier that day when Bryon had left her dangling on the brink of orgasm, but just being with Peter was a strain. She felt she had guilt written all over her. But the wine soon erased any such feelings – the wine and the movement of his hands over her lush body. He began playing her like a fine musical instrument, pushing her passions upward, then allowing her to cool off before doing it again.
But Caroline wasn't able to cope with this. She pushed away from Peter. "Let me go to the bathroom, Peter. Please. I'll just be a minute."
Surprisingly her boyfriend didn't object. In fact, he seemed happy for her to leave. Caroline left and stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes, wondering what was happening to her. She wasn't even enjoying the prospect of a good fuck with her boyfriend. She was really screwed up in the head over the job. But she wanted it. She needed it for both the money and exposure it would give her. It was her big chance. And even if she had to fuck Bryon on the side to keep it, she'd do it. She had to for her own self-esteem. Sighing, she decided she'd better go back into the living room and face Peter. Caroline wasn't especially in the mood for screwing right now, but the man expected it.
The instant she entered the front room, she was attacked. Strong arms curled around her legs and unceremoniously dumped her to the floor. Struggling, she rolled over. Caroline even noticed a strong oily smell.
Standing over her, totally naked and with a raging hard-on, was Peter. His prick looked like it was twelve inches long.
"I want you," he said in a booming voice.
Caroline looked up at him, wondering why his body gleamed so in the dim light of the room. Then she understood. His entire body had been oiled down until he was as slippery as a politician making campaign promises.
Still, she didn't fully understand what was going on. Her mind wasn't able to piece everything together. The way Dwight had tied and raped her this afternoon, the dreary prospect of sex he promised her afterward and now Peter standing over her, well oiled, and with a cock that looked like a telephone pole – everything confused, her.
"What the hell are you doing, Peter?" she asked. "Why'd you knock me clown like that?"
She didn't have a chance to say anything else. The man dived at her. Peter's fingers clamped around one of her ankles and pulled her powerfully to him. His slippery hands grasped at her skirt. He worked hard at the flimsy belt holding it around her waist.
Squirming, the blonde woman eluded him. The oil on his hands betrayed him. But he didn't seem displeased with her actions. If anything, Peter was spurred on to even more vigorous effort.
The girl was at a disadvantage. She was trying to keep out of his grasp and at the same time was fascinated by the way his cock bounced around. It was a miniature flagpole jutting up from his groin.
"What's going on?" she demanded, again barely escaping his questing hands.
"I'm going to have you! I'm going to fuck you a dozen different ways! Never has any woman failed to receive my cock in less than twelve different positions before they get me off!"
"You're crazy, Peter. Stop it!" she squealed. But Caroline recognized the playfulness in her boyfriend's manner. Was he issuing her a challenge? She thought so. But what was this about a dozen different positions? She didn't understand, but she realized that the best possible way of finding out was to keep fighting him off – but only for a while.
"Not with this chick, you don't," Caroline told him. But she had to keep moving. Standing still wouldn't do. She found that out fast as he zeroed in on her.
He scooped her legs out from under her again. She went down but not too hard. Opening her mouth to complain, she found his prick shoved against her lips.
She couldn't help herself. She sucked his prick in. Her jaw muscles protested mightily. His cock was huge around just as it was ponderously long. But it was worth the exertion on her part.
The oil was ordinary cooking oil. The taste wasn't that great but not too bad. And it wasn't bad at all when she considered the luscious taste of the man's cock. Her tongue immediately eliminated all the oil at the very tip of his prick.
He made a couple quick thrusts into her mouth as if beginning to face-fuck her, then pulled out.
"One!" he shouted in triumph.
Then. Caroline understood. Peter was challenging her to the most erotic wrestling match ever. He was going to try and fuck her repeatedly until he came. And it was his bet that he could do it in a minimum of twelve positions before she beat him out – and off.
The blonde woman wanted that cock as badly as she'd ever wanted anything in her life. The brief taste of his prick had heightened her senses, had made her even hornier than she'd been. This was going to be one hell of a match; she'd see to that!
He ripped off her skirt and blouse as she spun away from him. She was now gloriously naked. She circled him, her tits bobbing delightfully as she moved. A quick lunge, faster than she'd have believed possible and he was under her legs again. He picked her up and dumped her back down to the soft carpet.
She watched in helpless fascination as his cock came surging up to meet her pussy lips. At the last possible instant, she twisted in his oily grip and escaped. But she didn't get far.
Behind him, she circled his waist and found his prick. Her hands were well-oiled from stroking over his muscular body. Caroline began giving the man a hand job. If she could get him hot enough, the next time he actually managed to fuck her would be disaster for him.
And it would be sheer heaven for her.
"No, you don't, you little bitch!" he cried. Moving faster than ever, he managed to reverse their positions and get behind her.
Peter's hands groped for her tits. His cock probed upward from behind and sought out her cunt again. His strong hands held onto her tits and lifted her straight up into the air, depositing her directly over his jutting cock.
The sudden entry up her now-juicy twat took her breath away. Caroline thought she was going to be pulled apart by that massive prick, but she hadn't expected anything this painful. He stretched her in all the usual directions, but the sudden entry hadn't given her cunt walls time to expand and take his full girth yet.
It was like she was a virgin and the high school stud was fucking her for the very first time.
The young girl cried out in pain, then felt those strong hands on her waist guiding her up and down. The pain was washed away with the sudden pleasure gushing into her. His cock was pulling her apart, true. But there was the bonus of having a huge cock twitching and bucking erotically inside her cunt.
The girl managed to relax a little and allow the pleasure to completely fill her body. This was what she had been missing with Dwight. Unexpectedness in fucking. A different screwing each time. She set her hips to working frantically at that cock up her pussy. She didn't want it to go away. The only purpose in her life then was fucking herself on that upright spike of cock.
Those slippery hands cast her aside before she could fuck herself more than three or four times. The man was panting heavily. She turned around to face Peter. He was still on his back looking up at her, that shit-eating grin on his lips.
"You've got a damn tight cunt, girl. Tightest I ever fucked. Most of them around these parts got floppy, loose cunts. Too many cocks have drilled into them. But not yours. I'm gonna enjoy you twenty or thirty times!"
"Peter," she protested. Then Caroline stopped as what the man had said penetrated her lust-dazed mind. "So many?"
"Many more. I'm going to enjoy you a hell of a lot!"
She rolled away from him and found the bottle of oil he'd used. A tiny squirt into the palm of her hand was all she needed to liberally oil her own body. Her boyfriend idly watched as she rubbed the oil on her tits, starting at the broad base and slowly stroking toward the cherry-red nipple. As she smoothed the oil over her belly, she got the first indication that the man really saw her.
His cock looked like it wanted to turn cartwheels. She was arousing him with her little act.
Caroline smiled, then licked her lips slowly. The pink tip of her tongue made a tantalizing circuit around her ruby lips, then vanished back into her mouth. The message she gave was unmistakable.
She wanted him. Worse than anything else in the whole Goddamn world, she wanted him. And she wouldn't leave this room until she got all of him.
"Come here, girl. My cock's waiting for you!"
"In a second. Peter. When I'm finished." She allowed the oil to slowly flow over the curve of her ass. Not wanting to rub it in yet, she let it coat her satiny flesh, turning it into slippery mountains of assmeat.
"Now!" he bellowed as he lunged for her. He slid across the room and actually grabbed her leg. But the oil was working for her now.
She was able to slip away easily.
As fast as a flash, Caroline was straddling his back. Her fingers slid around his body and found his prick. She stroked up and down his cock several times before he was able to toss her off.
Then it was her turn to be pinned down by his weight. Peter jammed himself between the blonde woman's legs and stuffed his prick back into her cunt. He began fucking her in the missionary position.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as she tried to pull him down into her even farther. She knew he'd rip her apart all the way to the chin if he ever drove that monster cock of his all the way into her cunt.
"This is three," he moaned as his hips shot forward.
She sobbed deep in her throat, contrasting this with the fucking she got from her new boss. This man's cock was more than Dwight's, lots more. It was tearing her apart but in a good way. This was sweet torture, what every girl wants and so few ever got. But it was still fucking in a position she had come to hate.
She had the biggest, most virile cock in the world driving into her pussy. The friction between the walls of her cunt and the tender flesh of his monstrous prick mounted as he fucked.
Faster and faster, he drove into her.
The fires of her lust suddenly broke through her inhibitions. Her entire body was more alive than it ever had been before. She needed his cock driving into her moist pussy. This was fucking. This was the way it should be, not the way she felt with Dwight.
Her hips twisted and drove up to enhance the effects of his fucking. She had to have more of that mighty cock inside her, no matter if it tore her to bloody ribbons.
"More, oh Christ! More! Give it to me haaaard!"
And he did. Peter's hips slammed the cock into her like a battering ram of solid, pulsating flesh. He probed the deepest recesses of her cunt. The folds of her pussy were spread out smooth and straight as he fucked his cock harder and harder into her softly yielding body.
And then he was gone. He simply slithered up her body and vanished.
"Damn you, damn you to hell!" she groaned. But Caroline was secretly pleased. Peter seemed to realize she wasn't going to enjoy this as much as fucking in some other style. She remembered him saying he wanted to fuck her in more ways than she was accustomed to.
The blonde woman wanted nothing more than for his prick to explode in lust – as long as it was inside her twat.
He upended her again. This time he engulfed her legs and pulled them up off the floor. With her calves pressing firmly into his chest, he entered her snatch.
She wiggled like a fish on a line, but knew it wouldn't do her any good. She would have to try and get Peter off by using her own special set of muscles.
As his cock fucked hard into her, she squeezed down with her pussy walls. The squishy noise told her how juicy she was, how well-greased his cock had become.
He yelped as if he'd been burned. She realized what he must be feeling. The way her cunt walls had collapsed around him, it would have teen like getting trapped in a mine shaft. She used her taut, trim stomach muscles to massage and stroke the man's entire buried cock.
When she started gripping down on him; he knew he was in a real hot cunt. She wasn't a young, untried virgin. She was a woman with a woman's full knowledge of fucking and pleasuring a man.
"You're pulling my jizz out of my balls!" he complained. "Not yet! This is only number four!"
Her hips turned and cockscrewed around as he moved within her. She felt his massive cock and traced the outlines of it with her delicate pussy walls. The broad end capping his prick was growing larger. It hardly seemed possible to Caroline that it could swell up the way it was. Yet it was happening. That meant she was getting to him. His cock was expanding with excited blood just before erupting and spewing forth his come.
But she didn't let up. She had to get him so hot he couldn't stop, not even if he wanted to for the sake of his little game. Her well-oiled ass pressed hard into his belly. She locked her ankles behind his neck and reached out behind her to grip his knees.
Pulling herself into him caused his prick to sink an inch deeper into her cunt. She hadn't thought it possible, yet he was penetrating her as deeply in this position as if he had doubled her up and exposed her pussy to a more normal fucking.
"N-n-no good!" he gulped. "Can't come this soon."
He pulled out of her, but only to re-enter her asshole. She screamed as his huge prick drove all the way up her rectum. She knew he was tearing her flesh with his massive cylinder of cockflesh. The young girl gasped with the searing intrusion of that cock all the way up her tightest passage.
"Five," he gulped. "I've done five and have seven to go!"
The words came to her through a rowing in her ears. The blood was pounding in her head.
He butt-fucked her now. She could tell from the way her body was tensing up. She wanted it but not up her ass, not again.
Placing her heels on his shoulders, she was able to somersault away from him. She rolled to hands and knees, facing him.
In a low voice, she told Peter: "Come and try for six."
He leaped and was behind her to fuck her like a bitch in heat. This was exactly what she wanted. She knew she had him. He'd never be able to pull free once he had tasted the heat and tightness of her cunt from behind. The powerful contractions of her pussy walls would hold him tightly.
He'd come.
She'd make sure of that this time.
As his cock rammed into her from behind, she separated her slender legs and slipped to either side of his thighs. The cock rammed harder into her cunt than he expected. He found himself firmly wedged in deep up her twat.
She gasped as the head of his prick bounced off her deeply buried cervix, then Caroline set about giving him the fucking of his life. Her feet were locked inside his calves now. He couldn't easily escape her.
The young girl finally managed to trap one of his hands. She placed it directly over her oily tit. Pressing it down hard, she gasped in reaction. The surge of sensation into her chest collided with the warmth and pleasure washing up from her cunt. Her entire body was alive and vibrant now. For the first time in ages, she was getting off in a big way on fucking.
She came.
Her cunt clamped down like a vise on his prick. But this wasn't enough to get him off. He began fucking her with long, deliberate strokes. The heat of friction from this fucking built up in her loins. Her entire belly became a swamp, a swamp of liquid love. The warmth was spreading throughout her body like melted butter. She couldn't keep back another orgasm.
Peter realized the heat boiling out of her pussy and the convulsive squeezing he was getting from her cunt walls would soon bring him off. He tried to back off, to pull out of her cunt. After all, he still had six more positions to try. But he couldn't. He found he was trapped. He couldn't escape from her greedy cunt. The girl's legs were entwined with his. He couldn't move free of them. And one of her hands firmly held his over a throbbingly alive tit.
He gave her tit a little squeeze and was rewarded with the nipple stiffening even more. He began playing with the nipple to distract her. He caught the nubbin of erectile tissue between thumb and forefinger. Rolling it around caused her to moan and cry out.
It also caused the blonde to shove her ass back into his groin. He felt her soft asscheeks rubbing against his hairy thighs. A tremor passed through his cock. He was completely surrounded by her – and she wasn't about to let him escape this time.
"Damn you, let me go! I've still got six more, ummm, ohh!"
Her cunt began rotating around his cock. He was too long to slip from her clutching pussy. She used him like a stirring rod. The center of her entire world was his long, hard cock. She used his prick to give herself all the pleasure in the universe.
She came again.
His hand on her tits kept working even while she was coming. She was reduced to a weak blob of flesh incapable of anything but feeling pleasure.
Her hips moved in tighter circles, her cunt gripping down on his buried prick in all the right places and he finally lost control. She felt his huge cock bucking as it erupted out its load of creamy jism. He blasted his hot come into her until she was shivering. She came one final time and milked every last drop from his cock. Her cunt was almost worn out by the time his prick deflated and limply slid from her twitching pussy lips.
"Damn, but you've got a hot twat, Caroline," he said. "I never thought even you could fuck like that. Do you want to make it the best two out of three?"
"Sure," Caroline said without hesitation. "If you think you can get that big fellow standing upright and ready to go again." She lightly brushed her fingers over Peter's sleeping cock.
Her boyfriend surprised her. He not only got his erection back in record time, but he managed to win the second round, fucking her in twelve different positions before he came. But she had her revenge. She made him come after only eighteen of his powerful strokes into the third and deciding game.