She had been wearing a long skirt, black, with a dramatic slit in the skirt that reached well up her thigh. The silk skirt and her nylon hose made a soft sensuous sound as they brushed together with every movement of her lithe body. Brill Matney had been unable to keep his eyes off her delicious-looking ass, away from her luscious thighs.
"Need to refresh that?" Lynda asked, taking his glass and walking sensuously over to the small bar in her apartment. The lovely brunette didn't need an answer from him. Brill was always ready for a fresh drink. Always, that is, when he wasn't doing his damnedest to get into her panties. The soft beauty dropped two more ice cubes in his glass, poured a healthy amount of Scotch over them, and dashed a little water on top. She stirred the ice with a long, lovely finger as she walked back toward him.
Her skirt rustled gently over her hose. Her tits heaved luxuriously beneath the shimmering peach satin blouse. Her brilliant green eyes sparkled at him. Brill watched her, unable to comprehend why a girl so willing to dress herself in such a totally provocative outfit, would be so reluctant to let him take her back to her bedroom. He had been disturbed about that for four months, ever since he began dating the luscious young woman.
She wasn't frigid. He was sure of that. When they kissed, she was anything but hesitant. Her tongue always met his in eager play. Her tits thrust firmly against him as he held her. She enjoyed dancing with him, enjoyed tormenting him by dragging her thighs upward between his legs. No, he was sure that she wasn't frigid. She was as hot a piece of pussy as he had ever met. He just hadn't worked out the right approach to her.
She was worth taking the time to figure out. Brill was certain of that. The young executive was sure enough of that to pass up the dozen girls eager to get his cock in their cunts. He had been spending almost all of his free time with Lynda. Tonight he intended for his patience to pay off. This was the night he intended to score. His hands trembled at the thought of getting his prick into that gorgeous body.
"Thank you," he murmured to her as she handed him his drink and sat closely beside him.
"Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"
"A dozen times," she smiled back at him. "At least that. Don't stop, though. If you say it often enough, I might believe you."
"You'd better believe me," he assured her, placing an arm about her and drawing her closer as they relaxed and listened to the lush, sensuous strains of a Stravinski number playing on her stereo. "You'd sure better believe me. You'd better get used to my saying so, too."
She laughed and nestled against him. Her ripe, firm tits rubbed against him. Her long, lithe leg pressed tightly against his own. He tingled all over from her touch. The light, exotic smell of her perfume sent his mind reeling. Damn! Everything about her sent him reeling. He had to have her. He had to feel those legs wrapped around him while he pumped his cock into her soft, tender pussy.
Her lips were moist and inviting as she smiled up at him. Brill slowly brought his mouth over those luscious red lips and felt her body tremble beneath his embrace. He sucked deeply at her breath, then ran his tongue inside her mouth as she parted her lips willingly. The tip of her own tongue teased and taunted as they clung tightly together. He turned her so he had her back between his body and the cushions of the couch. His hand caressed up her waist from her hips to her side, feeling the swelling flesh of a luscious tit. He turned her body enough to bring her tit squarely into the palm of his hand.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, arching her back and thrusting her tit into his excited caress. "Mmmmm, this is nice."
"Sure beats a movie," he admitted breathlessly. "No need to watch others do it when we can do a little of it ourselves."
Her eyes were misty, glowing dreamily at him with deep green fire. He kissed her again, laying her down onto the soft couch and caressing her lovely tits. He felt her nipples harden beneath the delicate satin of her blouse. He felt her gorgeous breasts swell in the rise of her passion. He lifted his lips from her mouth and kissed along the neck of the soft blouse, moving over the swollen flesh of her tits while his fingers teased about each nipple and areola. Her buttons stood out plainly as they thrust tightly against the blouse.
"Ohhhhh, sweetheart," he moaned. "You're beyond description. You're just too beautiful!"
He dropped one hand down her leg and lifted her skirt as he caressed up her thigh. His breath was coming in short gasps as his hand traveled over her thigh. He brought his fingers inside her thigh and pressed against the mouth of her pussy. She stirred in his arms, her body pulsing at his slow, deliberate strokes. Her eyes were still smiling at him. Her lips were closed and smiling, moisture glittering across their sensuous shape. Her eyes narrowed as though with exquisite pain each time he rubbed at her pussy. Her tits heaved, rubbing against his chest, rubbing against the hand that remained upon them.
His cock throbbed inside his pants. He glanced down and watched as it swelled, filling any looseness that his pants allowed. He took one of her hands and laid it against the hot crotch. He pressed her lovely fingers into the pulsing, throbbing cock and watched the smile of pleasure deepen on her delicately shaped face.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmmmm, I like what I feel. Don't you think we'd be more relaxed in my bedroom?"
He looked at her in surprise. Hell yes! He could scarcely restrain his excitement as he slipped off the couch. He got his hands beneath her and lifted her in his arms. She was surprisingly light as he carried her back to the room.
"That door," she whispered. "The bed is waiting for us."
The satin sheets on the bed dominated the soft, feminine bedroom. The heady scent of her perfumes mesmerized him as he walked to the bed and laid her across the shimmering gold sheets. She smiled up at him, more breathtakingly beautiful than he ever dreamed a woman could be. The young executive sat beside her and began slipping her blouse off her shoulders. Her bare tits were beyond resistance. Brill kissed and sucked on her fantastic breasts as he unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it down her legs. Lynda held his face against her tits and rubbed them over his mouth and cheeks. She shivered at his kissing, releasing her hold on his head to take off her hose and panties. She lay naked, waiting for him as he quickly removed his own clothing and came back to the bed, his cock lunging frantically about in the air.
"Here," he told her. "Here's what I've been trying to give you for months."
He put her hand on his cock, closed her fingers around the hard, pulsing rod. She caught his prick in her hand and began to pump him slowly and sensuously. Brill shuddered at her touch, leaning back to suck at her tits while he ran a finger into the lips of her pussy. He stroked slowly at her pussy, easing his finger inside and teasing her clit until she was writhing about the bed.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed. "Oooooo, I've wanted this! Oooo! I hoped you wouldn't give up!"
She fondled back into his balls, her fingers playing about his nuts while he gasped for breath with surging passion for her. Brill rubbed her clit harder, delighting in his ability to make her body leap about in trembling delight. He pushed his finger deeper into her pussy, letting his knuckles rub against her clit while he finger-fucked as far into her as he could reach.
His tongue lapped at each nipple. He sucked each tit into rolling pleasure. She was beginning to lubricate, beginning to pump her fluids lushly over his pumping finger.
"Ohhhhh, my sweetheart," he murmured. "I'm crazy to get my cock into that lovely little pussy."
"Yes!" she answered him. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Brill, please fuck me!"
The brunette shuddered with her own surging passion. She gasped in delight as he mounted above her. His luscious cock drove at her cunt, parted the lips of her pussy and embedded itself into her. Their bodies trembled together as he rubbed his cock head just inside her cunt, sending fantastic sparks of ecstasy through her clit. The young woman moaned, rolling her head from side to side as she felt her body leap about with deep, sensuous spasms. She humped her cunt along his gleaming shaft, taking more and more of the thick, juicy cock up her pussy. She wrapped her legs about his waist and humped rapidly, deliriously onto him as he fucked her in slow, deliberate thrusts of his maddening cock.
"Ooooooeeeee!" she panted. "Ooooo, fuck me! Fuck me, Brill! Oooooeeee!"
She lifted her shoulders, pulling herself up against his chest and rubbing her tits vigorously against him. The touch of his skin sent her nipples into delirious tremors. She hugged herself against him. The deep beat of their fucking became her one reason for existence. She shuddered and trembled, her cunt sucking on his cock. Ecstatic spasms ran through her pussy. She felt the room whirling about them with dizzying speed. She saw lights flashing around them in blazing flames, spinning crazily over the room as they fucked with more frenzied abandon.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Brill panted. "Ohhhhh! Finally! After so long, I'm finally getting your pussy! Ohhhhhhh!"
"Ride me, Baby!" she urged him. "Rip through my pussy! Ooooooeeee! Fuck me! Mmmmmmm! Fuck me!"
She felt her orgasm begin to creep through her cunt. She felt the growing tension, the mounting force. She lay back, paralyzed in her rapture, as her climax flooded over her. The brunette gasped and trembled beneath its force. She had never dreamed it could be so magnificent. She had never suspected anything could make her body feel so alive, so shimmering, so beautiful.
"Mmmmmmm!" she whispered. "Mmmmmmmm! Get me, Brill! Get me! Let your cock fill me up! Mmmmmm!"
She was still quivering in the deepened excess of her climax when his cock began to boil over. She gasped with unbelievable delight at the feeling of his hot cum shooting into her pussy! She felt her cunt grab at his cock in tight, luscious spasms of total pleasure.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" he panted as he fucked her frantically. "Ohhhhh, Baby! Ohhhhhh!"
He emptied his cock into her yielding cunt and kept fucking as she caressed him softly about his neck and shoulders. Lynda had never felt so much a woman. She had never felt so intensely beautiful. His adoration had given her a new depth of feeling, a new richness of experience. She hugged herself to him, longing to discover some way to prolong his fuck.
It hadn't happened that way. It hadn't been like that at all. The brunette lay on the dirty bunk, her sore and aching body still remembering the rough assault of the jailer. Damn! It should have been that way. It should have been Brill. It should have been in her own bed, in her own apartment.
She wouldn't be here in this filthy jail if it had happened like that. She would never have left town if it happened that way. It was all her fault too. That made it worse. She had stopped Brill. She had stopped him as she always stopped him. She had stopped him as she had stopped every boy who had tried to get inside her panties.
She had stopped him. She had stopped him when he turned her down onto her couch, when he pulled her hand to his cock. The brunette had been terrified by the surge of emotion inside her body. The quivering sensation inside her pussy sent a gasp of apprehension through her. She twisted away from Brill, twisted from beneath him and shoved him hard enough to force him off the couch.
"What the hell!" he gasped, standing up with his eyes blazing in frustration. "What the hell is wrong with you, Lynda?"
"Nothing is wrong with me," she snapped back to him. "I just don't want to. Is that so hard to understand?"
"Hell yes!" Brill muttered. "Damn right it is! You never want to. You are the biggest damn come-on in the world. You dress in the sexiest outfit you can find. You splash sexy perfume all over your body. You keep flashing those thighs at me from beneath your skirt. You keep rubbing those tits all over me. Your eyes keep inviting me to fuck you. Then you get all excited and angry about it. You make me feel like some sort of sex fiend."
He paused. His breath was coming in sharp gasps. His face was red in anger. She watched the pulsing of the veins at his temples. She realized that his cock had begun to go down in his pants as he fought to hold back his anger at her.
"No more," he panted. "This was the last time. You can call me when you decide to act like a normal woman. I can't take any more of this treatment."
"You know where to reach me!" he snorted as he slammed the door behind him.
Lynda felt her heart ache at the memory. She should have run after him. She should have called out for him. She could at least have called him the next day. She should have given him the pussy he so adored, he so desired. She should never have left town, not even to think it all over.
That's why she was up here in this backwoods town. She had been driving aimlessly, planning on taking three or four days to make up her mind. Lynda knew that sooner or later she would have to lose her cherry. Why not to Brill? Why not to a man who so clearly loved her?
She shrugged her shoulders. That was a senseless question now. She had lost her cherry to a dirty, unshaven, hick-town jailer. She had been fucked on a smelly, soiled mattress in a stinking little country jail. That wasn't all. She knew that this was only the beginning. The two deputies would be back. She had little doubt of that. The two men who had stopped her car outside of town and leered over her tits would be back. The two creepy men who had refused to admit it when she reported her car stolen, who had felt her up so roughly as they brought her to the jail, would be in to get their turns with her pussy.
Lynda turned over on her stomach. She buried her face into the pillow and began to sob. Her soft body shook with the force of her crying. She felt so dirty, so helpless. There was no one who could get her out of this.
The brunette froze as she heard the key turn in the lock of her door. She held her breath, waiting to hear the heavy footsteps of another man, perhaps two men. She expected to be pulled over by some assailant, turned over and raped again. Instead, she heard her jailer's voice from out in the hall.
"Got a roommate for you, honey," he called out. "The boys picked up another little hooker. You two ought to get on well together. Shit! This is going to be one hell of a pleasant week with two of you to look after us."
"Go to hell, Sam Terry!" a sharp female voice snapped. "You go straight to hell!"
Lynda turned over to see a slender dark-skinned girl standing inside her cell. The girl was screaming at the grinning jailer. Her dress hung loosely about her, evidently pulled open for his lewd hands to make their obscene search of her young body.
"Go to hell!" she repeated, then turned to Lynda as Sam walked back up the hall.
"What the shit is a girl like you doing in here?" she asked after looking the brunette over thoroughly. "This is the last place in the world for a girl like you to be."