Tom awoke calmly at the touch of a hand on his shoulder and then tensed.
It was Allison.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.
"Nothing," she cooed. "Why?"
"What if Janet finds us?"
Allison's teeth gleamed in the dimness as she smiled. "She won't," she said, certainty in her voice. Without invitation, she pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed beside Tom. For the first time he became aware that the front of her nightgown was completely undone. He suppressed a groan of desire as he felt Allison press against him.
"Ummmm… what's this?" she whispered innocently. Her fingers had slid down inside his pajama bottoms and found his swelling cock.
She shifted in the bed, without warning, and began pulling the pajamas down.
"What the hell…"
"Shhh. You'll wake your daughter."
"What if I wake my wife?"
Allison giggled. "Oh, she's awake all right. So is your big shot account."
Tom swallowed. "Oh."
The pajama bottoms were gone and a moment later, so was Allison's nightgown. She pressed the length of her aroused, naked body against his, her fingers tight about his rigid dick.
"Wasn't Gilson worried that I might find out?" he muttered, thinking aloud more than speaking to anyone.
"Oh sure, he was worried all right," Allison said. "He asked me to, er, occupy you."
Tom stiffened. "And you agreed?" he asked in a quietly strangled voice.
Allison's hand began moving slowly up and down the length of Tom's raging erection, summoning shallow breaths from him. "Uh-huh," she grunted, in time to her hand's movements. "Why not?"
"You dirty little bitch," he snapped. Tom reached down and grabbed her about the waist. By brute force, he turned and shifted her in the bed so that she was on her knees and hands facing away from him. "You want to encourage fucking around, is that it?" he snarled, getting to his knees behind her. He ran one hand over the taut, smooth globes of Allison's ass. Tom grabbed her hips in both hands then and looked down at the pale, creamy swells of her lithe buttocks, seeing, for a moment, an unbidden vision of his daughter's ass presented to him in just the same way.
Then anger filled him again. "All right, bitch," he rumbled. "You cunt, I'll teach you something about fucking!"
He lined up his cock with the light little entrance of Allison's twat, leading the swollen head of his cock to the wet folds of her pussy lips and then, with a single heave, buried his prick inside her palpitating warmth.
"Oooooohh!" Allison made the sound in a little gasping exclamation as she felt Tom's big dick drive all the way up inside her tight channel. The angle made his cock reach farther inside her than ever before and she felt the head batter stiffly against her cervix. It hurt her, to be sure, but the pain was eagerly welcomed.
"Oh, jeez, yes, Tom, yes, that's good! Do it again!"
Angered still farther, Tom Jamison withdrew his cock completely and then lurched forward, this time sending part of his knob into the stricture of her cervix.
Allison shook all over with the mixed pleasure and ecstatic pain that the vicious insertion of Tom's cock had caused her. Her arms shook weakly, and her upper body foil flat onto the bed. Her ass was hiked temptingly high into the air, and Tom could dimly make out the darker spot of her anus.
"You want to feel it, eh, slut?" he demanded angrily.
"Oh yes, Tom, fuck me, fuck me good and hard – uh!"
He withdrew his prick completely again, but this time, he nudged the thick glans against that dime-sized opening to her hot rear passage. Tom could feel her tense and stiffen in fear.
"N-no, Tom, no, not back there! You're too big far me!" she gasped. "Please don't, I…"
He pushed. The knob of his prick drove forward a half-inch, spreading her tight entry brutally.
"Oh, n-no no, no, please, no, I can't take it back…"
"Bullshit." He pushed forward again – and this time, the entire head of his big penis went inside her ass.
Allison sobbed, her body shaking all over. It felt as if her ass were being torn apart, split open. The pain was terrible but deep within the spasms of agony, she felt pleasure in the knowledge that the center of his masculinity, the enormous cock that was the symbol of his manhood, was being pressed completely into her most constructed passage, that it was becoming as much a part of her being as it was of him.
She shivered and then yelped softly as he pushed forward again. The huge machine of his cock was driving deeper into her, the bulbous head of his dick wedging farther into her tight anal passage.
"Oh gawd it's too much too much," she groaned. She was sure that if he put it all the way into her, he'd tear up her insides, yet somehow, the fear and pain all mixed together and gave her a perverse kind of pleasure. Her legs weakened and her knees shook.
Tom wasn't home yet. With his hands on bet slim hips, he helped support her as he continued burrowing deeper and still deeper into her hot ass.
He'd never felt anything like the pleasure he was getting from the spasming contractions of Allison's surely virginal ass. The length of her rear passage seemed to be tightened along his cock as it drove deeper into her, pushing apart the clinging, sheath-like walls.
With a final heave, he buried the last of his dick inside her. Allison screamed into the blankets, the muffled sound sending a chill of strange pleasure through Tom. He put his thumbs on her tightly clenched ass cheeks and pulled them apart, leaning back so that he could look down between their bodies and see the rude, thick stump of his big cock disappearing into her stretched anus. Her asshole was taut, spread incredibly to accept the thickness of his dick and even as he watched, he could see and feel the contractive jerks of her indignant ass muscles at the invasion.
But at the same time, he saw something else, too. Her hips were beginning to move, to rotate and jerk slightly, almost hesitantly.
She digs ass-fucking! he thought excitedly.
Slowly, he withdrew his cock until all but the swollen glans was pulled away from the cloying stricture of Allison's haughty ass. He could feel her asshole tightening around the depressed ring of his flange on the shaft of his cock and he slammed forward again.
Allison grunted as the head of his long, thick cock slammed into her.
She moaned and made another sound deep in her throat, a sound of pure animal passion that escaped her mouth and lips. He pulled his cock out again and she thrust herself backwards, riding his cock as it slid into the depths of her bowels. His balls swung up and brushed against her cunt and clitoris.
She began moving more rapidly, usurping the initiative in her blind passion. Faster and faster, she rocked her hips back all the way fill her ass cheeks were pressed flat against Tom's abdomen and she could feel the head of his cock throb far, far inside her and then slid forward till just the coronal ridge of his dick was caught in her ass.
Tom felt the semen boiling over from his over-full balls and then grabbed her hips with almost painful strength, rammed the length of his prick tome inside her and held it there, his cock jerking and spitting a stream of thick, viscous cum that flooded Allison's ass to overflowing.
Allison's hand went back between her legs. Her palms ground against her clitoris and cunt lips while her fingers lifted and caressed Tom's big balls as they jerked within the tight fleshy sack of his scrotum.
She came, too, jerking and moaning and humping and gasping at the stimulus of her own hand, Tom's cock swelling and pulsing within her and his heavy, abundant cum, overflowing her tight ass and dripping down along the backs of her thighs and matting her pubic hair.
As his spasms slowed and finally stopped, as his cock shriveled within her, Tom found himself fantasizing that it was someone else receiving his cock and balls jism in her ass.
Even as they slumped forward together, he wondered what Janet's fuck with Gilson was like.
She closed the door of the guest bedroom behind her, silently, then leaned back against it. Her breasts, rich and full, rose and fell beautifully within the light, gauzy material of her nightgown. The room was dark, and she could not see the bed or the man in it.
The guest room – again, she thought, but then banished the last twinges of guilt. Tom doesn't give a good damn – why should I?
"What are you waiting for, honey?"
The voice, soft and muted as it was, doubly soothed with the Texan drawl, startled Janet nonetheless.
"I'm awake honey and I can see you as plain as day."
She smothered the impulse to cover herself with hands and arms. She hadn't stopped to think that beneath the pale, thin cotton of her nightgown, her body would be completely visible.
The dark nubs of her nipples, the dark triangle of luxuriant pubic hair – she was a display of dim curves and dark highlights, leaning against the door.
Almost defiantly, she let her hands fall to her sides and stood up straight, shoulders squared and breasts thrusting outward into the room, towards Gilson, straining the fabric of her nightgown.
"Come here, honey," he said.
Why not? she asked herself.
She strode slowly towards the bed, hips swinging, gown tightening and flowing over her like a liquid with each step.
At the side of the bed, she stopped. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim glow filtering through the curtains from the bright moonlight filling the post-storm sky. She looked down on Gilson from her place at the side of the bed, and found him looking back up at her.
His eyes went immediately to the great twin mountains of her luscious breasts. They seemed even larger than life from the strange perspective. He reached out one arm, wrapping it around the back of her thighs, and pulled her to the bed. Her legs bent as her knees hit the edge of the mattress, and she let herself fall onto him.
That was the closest the encounter came to being gentle.
Gilson brought both hands up to the neckline of the gown, gripping the flimsy fabric in strong fingers. He began to pull it down over her shoulder, but her plunging neckline wasn't designed for that.
Janet felt the strain on the fabric. "Wait, wait," she said quickly. "I'll get up and take it…"
But Gilson was not in the mood to lay still for any delays.
"Naw, I'll fix it, honey," he said and tore it open along the length of her back, all the way to the sweet thrust of her firm, full ass cheeks.
She tensed as she felt the fabric ripping and he took it as a sign of her arousal. He gathered the fabric up into his fingers and ripped again. This time the gown was completely ripped open and fell away from her, leaving her back nude and exposed to his lecherous touch.
Gilson ran his hands over her back, lower, into the curve of her back, then let his hands come to rest on her ass. He gripped her flesh almost cruelly, digging her fingers mercilessly into her flesh.
Janet became aware of something long and hard between their bodies, something beneath the covers and then realized that it was Gilson's penis. Lord, no! she thought, no!
But even as she thought it, Gilson was putting his hands on her trim waist and lifting her bodily. He rolled in a peculiar way, and then both the tattered remains of her nightgown and the bedcovers were gone, leaving absolutely nothing between Janet's naked abundance and Gilson's unclothed lusts.
She felt his cock spring up and nuzzle between her upper thighs and she knew that Gilson was bigger than her husband, even bigger than Koenig.
He lowered her back, her legs spreading over his hips so that she was straddling him, with the thick root of his cock throbbing insistently between her legs, the broad back of it pulsating against her cunt.
With a shock, she realized that her cunt was sopping wet, that her pussy lips were eagerly responding to the wanton prodding of his swollen dick.
Gilson suddenly lifted her up higher over him, so his prick head was throbbing against her cunt-mound, time and again grazing her clitoris and sending tiny shivers of pleasure through her frame. Her breasts hung down into Gilson's face, and as she shuddered in ecstasy at the touch of his glans on her love nubbin, her tits wobbled fluidly against his cheeks.
He lowered her, opening his mouth and greedily sucking in as much of one ripe, huge, globular boob as his lips could contain. His tongue worked at her already stiffening nipple, tickling and teasing it into spike-like rigidity. Then he closed his lips, forcing all but the brownish nipple out of his mouth till he had the big, blood-gorged walnut sized tip caught between his teeth.
He sucked on her nipple and at the same time nibbled it roughly for pure pleasure. The conflicting sensations washed through her, and her hips moved in alternate jerks of pleasure and mild pain.
Her back tensed and she stiffened as he slid his slobbering lips to the other breast and did the same there.
Abruptly, he lifted her and threw her over on to her back, then rolled on top of her, crushing her big breasts beneath his powerful, broad chest. "Now, then, honey," he drawled, moving his hips so that she could feel the abnormal length of his cock rubbing against her stomach.
"Wh-what?" she asked. Things were moving too quickly for her. She felt as if she had no say in what was happening to her in the hands of the big, strange man from Texas.
"Now, there, honey," he drawled, only the hint of the wild passions rushing through him entering his voice. "Just what do you think? I've already given those gorgeous tits of yours the attention they deserve, so now what does that leave?"
He shifted his hips, pulling them far back so that his cock slipped between her thighs, the thick glans nuzzling against her cunt lips. "Well, you're plenty wet and from the way you've been moving and breathing, I'd say you're ready and then some."
His hands slid along her back until his fingers were buried in the rich, velvety softness of her ass. The weight of his upper body was pressing down on her breasts and her chest and she was struggling for breath.
But then he was pushing his hips forward and pulling her ass and hips up to him at the same time. Of their own volition, her legs spread more widely apart, welcoming his huge cock.
At first, the drive of his dick only pushed her outer labia inward, drawing the upper folds down to rub and pull at her clitoral shaft. This sent a pleasure through her, a constant ecstasy and she rocked her hips mindlessly upward in automatic response to the sensation.
But as Gilson kept up the pressure, as his dick continued to drive inward, the soft, sensitive folds of flesh were pulled deeper inside her, crushed within her and they began to hurt. Janet tried to wriggle away and relieve the strain, to pull herself off the impaling rod of Gilson's cock and force him to begin inserting that thick member between her opened lips again.
Instead, Gilson lunged suddenly.
"Ahhhhh!" The sound of pain was wrenched from her lips.
It only made Gilson the hotter.
Desperately, Janet reached her hand down between them, trying to free the tortured pussy lips from the brutal punishment they were taking.
Her fingers found the shaft of his prick and she sucked in a sharp breath. Gawd, it's just too thick! she thought.
She could feel the massive head of his dick driving between the tightly clinging walls of her vagina.
Somehow, despite Gilson's refusal to do anything that might help her, she managed to free her abused cunt lips and worked the sensitive flesh out from between the piston rod of Gilson's dick and the inner reaches of her own cuntal entrance and spread them to either side of that iron hard bar of flesh being worked into her.
As soon as the pain began fading, she became more aware of the sensations that Gilson's prick was sending through her. It was terrific, far more than she'd ever hoped to get her twat wrapped around again.
She could feel the throbbing mass of his dick head pushing farther into her, reaching for the very end of her vaginal channel and beyond. Her hand lingered between their perspiration waked bodies, and her thumb and forefinger traced the progress of that pipe-like erection as it continued to slide slowly into her waiting wetness.
The knob of Gilson's penis came up against the pinhole entrance of her cervix and still there was more of his stallion cock to come. She could feel inches of it still remaining outside of her grasping cunt, and though she feared the consequences to her insides if he should force the remainder of it into her, she knew how badly her body craved the sensations that would surely be hers once the entire length of the huge dick was buried inside of her.
Janet groaned and hiked her legs high around Gilson's waist. Her ankles crossed, locked above his back, and she rocked her hips up at him. Each heave of her pelvis forced the head of his prick into her cervix, and each prodding of his thick knob against her inner barrier summoned a new stab of pain to her.
But she had to have it!
Her nails dug into the flesh of Gilson's shoulders, her feet kicked free and battered at his wide, powerful ass cheeks, hammering at him, making it clear that what she wanted was cock, as much of it as he could give her – and immediately!
Gilson tightened his grip on her soft ass flesh and simultaneously heaved. The head of his fantastic cock pushed mightily, prodded, demanded entrance, and Janet was gasping for breath at the pain the battering ram was creating.
Her cervical opening was spreading apart wide enough for the tip of his glans, secretion-slimed and lubricated by the passage through her cunt, to slip inside.
She felt the new invasion and kicked her legs wide apart and welcoming high into the air over Gilson's back. Forgotten was his terrible weight on her breasts and chest, forgotten was the pain of his fiat, thoughtlessly rough insertion, forgotten was the fear of what might happen if he should bury the entire length of his virile mast in her. All was forgotten, except the sensations of the moment, the pleasures that were coming to her with the total ingression of his tremendous bar of hard, blood-gorged meat.
She could feel the head of his dick going through the opening of her cervix quite clearly, feeling it and enjoying it. Deeper and deeper his dick probed, her fingers all the while about the broad-based shaft.
She felt his thick, bristly pubic hair against her fingers and then took her hand away as she felt his abdomen pressing down on her fingers.
At last, his gigantic balls swung up and brushed against her eagerly offered buttocks as he pushed the last fraction of an inch of his great fleshy sword into her waiting, willing warmth.
Janet groaned as she felt the entire length of his prick throbbing inside her. She could feel the head of his cock swelling and pulsating, the shaft forcing apart the walls of her cunt, the head's throbs pulsating clearly through her cervical opening.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, that's it, give that cock!" she pleaded. "Let me feel you sweet hot cum in my cunt."
She could hardly believe the incredible filth pouring from her lips, but she was expressing the most basic and urgent of her emotional and physical needs. She yearned for the feel of his torrential ejaculation so far inside her, craved the sensations of the liquid maleness pouring into her deepest reaches.
Gilson heard her.
He brought his hand up along her body, then lifted, at last, the crushing weight of his chest from her breasts. He looked down at her with an arrogant grin on his face.
"Any way you want it, honey, I'll just pile it into that sweet, little old cunt of yours."
With that, he began stroking in and out of her, pulling his cock back till the coronal ridge of the helmet-shaped knob caught on the inside of her cervix. His dick seemed to stretch out within her and then the glans popped free and Gilson's dick regained its terrible thickness. He continued withdrawing it until all but that huge, crimson glans was removed from her clinging cunt and then jammed it back in.
With a single, powerful heave of his hips, he rammed the entire length of his cock back into her cunt.
Janet gasped as she felt his prick rush back into her, tilling the void left with its withdrawal. She gasped as if his lunge had knocked the breath from her. Her eyes closed as she felt his shaft rubbing at her sensitive clitoris preliminary to the impact of his bony pubic ring on that sensitive love nub.
Janet writhed and gasped, wriggling beneath Gilson's strokes like a slippery eel. She could fed the tension in his hips and back, but most of all, in his cock, as it swelled and stiffened still more within her pussy grip.
His thrusts became irregular and then he held himself tightly against her, his hard pubic ring grinding against her sensitive clitoris, his cock swelling into her cunt as the first torrents of his juice began to shoot inside her.
Janet felt each load, each drop striking home inside her with the force of a cannon shot. Her entire body stiffened and she brought her legs down to each side of Gilson's sweating, straining form. Her heels dug into the bed, her back arched and she bowed up, lifting Gilson with her. She was like a human bridge, supporting the far greater mass of her fucker with the demonic strength of her coming. Gilson's dick, still locked within her excruciating, spasming tightness, continued to spit and jerk.
Gobs of jism splashed home into the depths of Janet's womb, filling it and overflowing it, finally oozing out in a white froth about the mightily stretched lips of her cunt. The sticky semen rolled down over her ass cheeks, rivulets gliding in the furrow of her firm, full, now clenched ass cheeks to soak and stain the bed.
Gilson's spasms slowed, became more irregular, and finally stopped, just as the strength seemed to leave Janet's abundantly curved form. She sank back onto the bed, limp and exhausted, with Gilson sprawled semi-conscious atop her, the cream still dribbling from his deflating cock into her constricting cunt.
Somehow, after moments of dozing, she summoned the strength to free herself from Gilson's weight and padded uncertainly back to the bedroom she shared with her husband less and less with each passing day. Between her legs, a thick, sticky flow of cum dribbled, matting still farther her thick pubic bush and coating the insides of her thighs. There was a pleasant ache in her cunt from the ecstatic abuse it had suffered, and even as she collapsed into her lonely bed and heard the footsteps of her roommate for the night, Allison, climbing up the stairs, she knew that she had passed the point of no return and that she could never again face the temptation of fucking other men with the same resolve she had faced just a few days before.