Oddly, Mickey's fucking with Joe Orgiurio had the opposite effect it might have had. Usually, after fucking a man, a woman finds herself more deeply involved with him emotionally, while the man finds his ardor has cooled. In the case of Mickey and Joe the exact reverse was true. He was hotter than ever for her, never having known a cunt so tight, or tits so perfectly shaped, with such superb, glowing nipples.
Joe Orgiurio wasn't exactly in love. He had never been in love and therefore was totally unfamiliar with the sensation. But the strong desire he felt for Mickey was something he'd never felt before.
Mickey, on the other hand, felt the physical desire she'd always had for Joe suddenly cool. He had been a good lover, an excellent one, in fact. But there was something missing as far as she was concerned. He had done everything physically perfect, giving her an orgasm, letting her experience the thrill of having her cunt sucked, and even forcing her to suck his cock, which she had to
admit she had enjoyed immensely. Fucking and sucking was everything it had been cracked up to be. But now Mickey thought of Joe as one of the many dates she'd had to be shunted aside because he was no longer interesting.
Joe, on the other hand, was not used to being put out of someone's life. He usually dropped the girl rather than the girl dropping him. It was a new, different, most unpleasant experience, and at first it galled him. Had it been any other girl he might have simply forgotten her and gone on to his next conquest. But Mickey had become something special, and when he saw how coldly she had begun to react toward him in the office, not even giving him the courtesy she gave the others none of whom had done her the favor of ridding her of her troublesome virginity he became both irritated and angry.
He attempted to approach her during her lunch hour. All he wished to do was talk and discover why she had adopted so hostile an attitude toward him. But Mickey refused to speak to him, blithely ignoring him whenever he spoke to her.
"This is too fucking much," he confided to his close friend and working companion, Mark Silo. Silo stood an inch shorter than Joe, with jet-black hair and a mustache, grown to cover the fact tat his youthful face lacked a mature. look. He was handsome to the point of being beautiful, and though he was no less masculine than Orgiurio, many girls thought him too pretty to be manly. Like Joe, Mark dressed nattily, wearing colorful threads while in the office, though the moment he got out he would loosen and remove his tie, and open his shirt. He was a man who liked his comfort.
Silo was used to being snubbed by girls, but he never let it bother him, because for every girl who ignored him, there was always another with the
good sense to enjoy him, and Mark Silo made certain he was enjoyed to the fullest, while thoroughly enjoying himself at the same time. Mickey, however, was one of those who was coldly polite to him, while letting him know with her eyes that she was in no way interested in him.
"I would suggest forgetting her," Silo counseled. "Who the hell gives a damn about such a stuck-up cunt, anyway?"
"It's not a question about giving a damn," Joe admitted. "My pride's been stung. I mean, if she wanted to break the fucking thing off all she had to do was politely tell me as much. But I haven't had a word out of her in more than a week."
"You trying to tell me you balled little Miss Frigid Digit?" Silo asked.
"I'm not trying to tell you a goddamn thing," Joe replied. "Normally I don't even talk about things like that."
"I know, buddy. You keep all your cunts a secret. But if you're so uptight about the way that girl's behaving, it has to be for one of two reasons. Either you propositioned her and she turned you down flat, and now she's angry because you thought she was that kind of a girl and won't speak to you, or…
"Or what?" Orgiurio sneered.
"Or you managed to fuck her, and something happened during the session you either won't think about or don't know about. And I tend to think it's the 'or' rather than the 'either'.
"Why is that?" Joe asked.
"Because Mickey's not a frosty type. I mean she snubs me, but not coldly, the way she turns off whenever you show. She's not some dumb prude, and no matter how crudely you might have propositioned her, I don't see her taking it as an insult. And since she was always whispering to you before, I figure it wasn't something you said, so
much as something you either did, or didn't do." "All right," Orgiurio broke down and admitted.
"We swung. And when I say swung, I mean really swung. She was something out of this world."
They were in Silo's tiny cubicle of an office, one which he shared with two other salesmen, neither of which happened to be present at that moment. The door was closed to insure privacy, and the two were talking in whispers.
"She was a virgin," Joe admitted, "and she took to fucking like any bunny on earth. Before we separated, she was capable of out-fucking and out-sucking any other chick I've ever known, and let me tell you, I've know a helluva lot of broads."
"I believe it," Silo nodded, "but can you think of anything you might have done to aggravate or irritate her?"
"Hell, I hadda force her to start sucking on my cock. I mean, she wouldn't have done it otherwise, but once she began eating my prick, she kept at it without my having to force her. I mean she really gobbled it up, licking every last drop out of me. That's why I can't figure why she's so fucking cold now.
"Like I said," Silo told him, "forget her. There are plenty of other chicks around."
"This bitch needs a lesson," Orgiurio snapped. "And I think we're the guys to teach it to her."
"There are rape laws in this state, buddy," Mark said.
"She's such a hot bitch, once we get her started, she'll be doing it willingly, and that can't be called rape. I've been checking on her for the past week, and I learned her parents will be away this weekend. I also sneaked a look at her appointment book when she went to the john, earlier today. She left her purse on the counter and it was no great problem for me to filch the book, look inside, and put it back. She was supposed to spend the
weekend with a girl friend. The girl was going to come to her house, but a notation in the book says she's not sure the girl will show. In other words, she didn't make any dates with men for this weekend. She'll be home, either alone or with the girl friend. Even if the girl friend does come, she's not scheduled to arrive before tomorrow, Saturday. This'd give us the whole fucking night to do with her whatever we feel is needed to straighten her out."
"So what the fuck are we supposed to do?" Silo asked.
"We wait until it's dark, then we go to her house. I drove her home the day we fucked, and I had a look at her back door. It's an easy one to unlock."
"Hey, that's breaking and entering!"
"That's a nice, quiet neighborhood. No one ever gets robbed there, and the cops cruise each street about once every two hours. Since her house is a half-mile from the railroad station, we don't even have to take the car, or if we do, we can park it at the railroad station where it won't be noticed. By the time we're through with her, she'll be begging for more. Then we turn her off, and hold back, letting her beg for two cocks she'll never get again. You game?"
"All the way," Silo admitted. Orgiurio had brought out the hidden animal in him, and with it came the desire to fuck Mickey, whether she was willing or not.
Physically, Mark Silo was as much a stud as Orgiurio. He was no less insatiable, and the mere thought of banging the slender redhead was giving him a bad case of the hots. He needed some temporary cooling off, and with the lunch hour coming up, he knew just the chick with whom to couple.
Her name was Carol Warner, and oddly enough,
she was the wife of one of the really big wheels at a district branch office of Incidental Insurance. She was short, pert, and very pessimistic about life in general. Not that life had treated her badly, but she had expected so much more out of life. Her husband was doing well, giving her all the little luxuries that helped make living bearable, and yet she was unable to appreciate all this. She felt a woman with her looks and charm should have had a mansion with servants to do. all the work while she kept herself busy looking beautiful.
Her husband had given her two children, a boy and a girl, both of whom were in school until three o'clock, but he hadn't given her much satisfaction in the conception of those kids. For that matter, he hadn't given her much satisfaction any time in bed, and though she was far from being hot blooded, she did have wants and needs, and when her body wasn't gratified, it very naturally became frustrated.
She had met Mark Silo at an Incidental Insurance convention, and at first had paid no attention to him. He was much younger than she. In fact, he seemed totally immature, with his pretty-boy face and youthful mannerisms. Yet she had to admit to herself she enjoyed having a male pay so much attention to her, especially since her own husband was off somewhere running the convention. Before she realized it, she found herself bedded down with Silo in his room, and when she returned to the main ballroom later on, she discovered her husband had never missed her.
What she really remembered was the satisfaction Silo had given her. He had made her feel like a hot bombshell, bringing about six climaxes in her for each one of his. He had come twice, but a dozen climaxes in one night was, for her, something totally unbelievable. Hell, she didn't have a dozen decent climaxes in a year with her own husband. A
dozen? She didn't even have a half-dozen.
Silo had been easy for her to become attracted to, and when she learned his own office wasn't far from her husband's, she gave him her home address. All he had to do was call first, to make certain her husband wasn't home.
The system had worked fine, for a while, but soon Carol not only became frightened of what would happen if her husband found out, but began feeling pangs of guilt. So Silo had to check with her husband's office to make certain he was there, and then he would drive over to the Warner home. And every time Carol saw him, she would try to shut him out of the house. Every time, he managed to make his way inside, and had a thoroughly enjoyable time. He was so good at it, he always made Carol temporarily overcome her remorse, especially when she was experiencing a series of multiple orgasms.
Leaving his office after ascertaining Carol's husband was in his, and would likely remain there at least an hour, Silo drove to Carol's house and parked a block, away. He walked to the house. It was a nice spring day, so he loosened his tie and left it and his jacket in the car before heading for Carol's back door.
He knocked and waited. He knew she was home. Her car was out front. When she opened the door he smiled and said, "Hi, am I in time for lunch?"
"That depends on what you want to eat," she replied frostily.
She was angry at him not only because of the guilt he made her feel, but because he seemed to take her for granted every time. At the start he had treated her like the lady she believed herself to be. He had played by the rules, making her feel so satisfyingly superior as he seduced her. But now he no longer seemed to feel seduction was necessary. He had taken her body for granted, basically
because he knew the effect he had on her. She was his own personal property, his private fuck, and it irritated her to think he could have such a light regard for her.
"I want to eat you, Carol," he told her straightforwardly. "I want to eat that box of yours until you scream for mercy.
He saw her shudder and glance at the kitchen clock.
"My husband might be home any moment," she said.
"Horseshit," he replied. "I checked. He'll be at the office all afternoon."
"I wish you wouldn't speak to me in that tone of voice!" she snapped. "You used to respect me."
"I still respect you," he assured her. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be coming back all the time. But it'd be nice if you admitted you still like me so we could stop playing these silly games.
Before she could argue again, he gently pressed his hand against her swollen tit, pushing her back into the kitchen. He followed her in, shutting the door behind him. He looked at her the way a wolf stared at a helpless lamb, grinning an almost fiendish grin.
Carol took a deep breath, gained control of herself for a moment, and said, "Mark, if you have any regard for whatever it was we had between us, you'll leave. I just don't feel like doing anything with you."
"Me you trying to tell me your husband has started satisfying you?" Silo asked, knowing better even as the question came out.
Damn, Carol thought to herself. She'd told him too much when they'd shared those intimate hours at the convention. Now he was laughing at her, making fun of her, knowing full well she wasn't receiving the kind of pleasure he had given her.
Aloud, she said, "Please Mark, I'd rather not
discuss it."
"Jut as I thought," Silo Smirked. "He's still doing nothing for you. Hey look, I taught you a whole new bunch of things to do. Did you at least try them out? I mean, they'd be just the thing to wake up a flagging cock."
"No," she admitted, sighing, letting her physical need for him start to overpower her common sense once again. "He's just not interested."
"You just haven't been doing it right, Carol. If you d applied what I'd taught you, maybe you really wouldn't need me. As it is, you need me for two reasons. You need me to help make you a satisfied woman, and you need me as an instructor, and maybe this time you'll pay attention to the lessons."
This last sentence came out with such a strong horse laugh behind it, Carol became red with rage. She bunched her fists and began beating against his chest, snarling, "Get away from me. Don't touch me, you bastard. I don't need you or anyone else."
Still smiling, Silo grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them to the side while wrapping his other arm around her waist. He held her tightly, pulling her very close to him, looking down into her lovely tanned face, admiring her straight, short nose, her deep brown eyes, and her sensuous lips. Her husband was a real asshole for not being able to appreciate her, and had nobody but himself to blame for her unfaithfulness. Hell, her body was crying out for some kind of relief. Why give her simple relief? Make it an experience well worth remembering, each time.
"Please don't," she whimpered, her breath hot on his lips. "Don't shame me. Don't increase the guilt I already feel."
"Shame you?" he asked, smirking. "I wouldn't dream of shaming you. The real shame is that someone as lovely and as desirable as yourself can't
get the right kind of action from her old man. You're uptight, Carol. You need a good screwing and chewing. You know damn well, every time I leave you, you're always totally content."
"Then leave me right now," she whispered, "and I'll be more than content."
But her voice lacked authority at this point. She was saying one thing while begging him for something else. Despite Mark's youth, he was a man so extremely sure of himself when it came to sex, so completely unlike her own husband. If only her husband wasn't so wrapped up with his lousy insurance company all day long. If he owned the company there would be some excuse. But he was a crummy assistant manager, and the most he could hope for in his lifetime would be to become a manager. If only he could come down off that cloud of his to realize she needed him, she wouldn't have to turn to men like Mark Silo for physical relief. As it was, her frustrated body, feeling Silo's nearness, was all but screaming for him to fuck her.
"No," he murmured, "I can't leave you now, Carol-love. I'm horny as a bullmoose and you're just as much in need of a fuck. But I'm going to have to teach you a lesson today, Carol. I'm going to have to make you beg me for it."
"Then I have nothing to worry about," she said, shuddering, knowing full well it was a lie. Though her mind was frightened of what he would do, her body was even more terrified of what he might not do.
His mouth closed the distance between itself and her tantalizing lips, and though she tried pulling her head back, the way he had her waist cinched and pressed to him had her all but helpless. He continued pressing his lips against hers until she could pull her head back no further. The pressure was strong without bruising. In his own way Silo
was an expert, able to seem rough while actually enhancing the thrills of wanton desire building ever higher in her petite body.
With his lips pressed tightly to hers, he drank fully of the rich taste of her mouth, tasting the heady, intoxicating flavor of her full lips. She struggled and squirmed, trying to pull her wrists free from the hand holding it, twisting her body hard in an attempt to pull away from his encircling arm, but succeeding only in rubbing her cunt more solidly against the throbbing cock pushing Mark's pants out between his thighs.
The kiss finally ended as both came up for air. Carol was lightly crying, knowing she would shortly do anything he wished. How could she help herself? Even as his lips touched hers again, his hand released her wrists, and when she could have pushed him away, she didn't, pressing her forearms against his chest, using all her will power not to wrap them around his neck and draw him closer. She tried to stiffen herself against him, attempting to pretend what he was doing meant nothing, but his hands were roaming all over her body, touching her back, her thighs, and pressing themselves against her heaving tits, already enlarged in expectation. And when she didn't take his hand away from her tit he worked his palm against the nipple, and inside she was all the more angry at herself for not having the self-control needed to make him stop. His fingers tightened sensuously around the throbbing nipples, feeling them warm to his touch, welcoming him as she uncontrollably rubbed herself against him.
And then his hands were off her as he stepped back, removing his lips from hers. He deliberately turned around, facing the sink, and got himself a glass of water from the faucet. After drinking the water, he turned back to her and said, "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I'm only taking advantage of
you, getting my own thrills while giving you nothing. I think it only fair for you to make the decision whether or not I go or stay. You tell me."
Oh how Carol could have killed him at that moment. She was burning up, aflame with the anxiety he had implanted in her with all his kisses and caresses, and now he was taunting her, telling her, in effect, she would have to beg him for his cock. The son of a bitch.
"Get out of here," she muttered, speaking so low he couldn't, or wouldn't, hear her.
"What was that?" Silo asked.
"I said… oh, God! What kind of monster are you? I'm all wrought up inside, torn apart with guilt because of what I'm doing to my husband, cheating this way. Here you are, enhancing that guilt, making me beg to feel even guiltier."
She was crying again, leaning against the kitchen counter, sobbing strongly now. When he moved to come near her, she backed away, making him say, "Hey now, take it easy, honey. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. You know that."
"I know that I hate you!" she snapped at him.
"Look, Carol, if you really want me to leave, say so. I'll go."
"You bastard," she cursed at him.
Silo smiled again, his teeth glistening whitely beneath his black mustache. The smile had its effect on Carol. She wanted to go on hating him, but couldn't. She was hoping to keep him away from her this one time, showing herself she had the will power to resist him, but even as he raised her chin with his fingers, she knew she had lost. He kissed her lips lightly, tasting the salt of her tears, and when he pressed his palms against her cheeks, she remained where she was, no longer struggling.
When she felt the tip of his tongue lightly brush her lips a spark ran through her, and once more she tried to fight him off, whispering, "No, Mark! No! Don't!"
"But I will, Carol," he whispered back. "I will because we both know you love it. Now how about coming out and admitting the truth, that you want me to fuck the ass off you."
His smug arrogance made her angry one more time, and she said with what seemed like finality, "I want you to leave. I want you to leave right now. I don't want you to come back."
"If that's what you really want," he said, releasing her and stepping away, "I have no choice but to do as you wish."
Slowly he turned and headed for the door through which he'd entered the house. He could feel her eyes boring into the nape of his neck as he walked. The way she stood there so helplessly made him want to laugh again, but he didn't. This was the critical moment. He had her, he knew it, provided he didn't fuck it up.
He reached the door and put his hand on the knob. That was when he heard the sound from behind him; a quick, light grunt, almost a plea. It made him turn his head. He saw she had actually taken a few steps toward him.
Turning to face her, he asked, "Did you say something?"
"Nothing," she murmured, staring down at the floor.
Silo walked over to where she stood and stared at the top of her head, noting the dark hair parted in the middle and pulled back. Once more he used his hand to tilt her face up and saw the plea in her eyes. They were telling him to ignore anything she said from that moment on.
Even as she stood there staring at him, he reached behind her and unzipped the top of her dress. It fell loose, letting him pull it off her shoulders, revealing the pink bra beneath. Once more his hands cupped her tits, and he saw those
pleading eyes of hers close as his palms rubbed her nipples. She was breathing raggedly now, her lips barely parted, and as he continued massaging her growing nipples, she whispered, "Mark, this is wrong. You know it, I know it. I don't have the courage to make you go away. Please, Mark, please be strong for both of us, and walk out. I love the touch of your hand, I can't resist you, but if there's a heart somewhere inside you you'll stop this and go away, no matter how tortured I feel."
Silo only smiled. The pangs of guilt were a little stronger now than before. It meant her intensity within would be stronger, which meant she would react more definitely.
Carol, seeing her words only made him smile, reddened with shame, positive the man was getting more from her degradation than he ever could from her body. Even as his fingers continued pinching her nipples she cursed her husband rather than Silo or herself. If her husband had only had the instincts needed to make her happy none of this would have happened. Loneliness and frustration had driven her to seek this man out at the convention, or to be more correct, to respond to his advances. If her husband, the assistant manager, had made proper love to her, she wouldn't have to resort to being fucked by a mere salesman, a salesman from another office.
Humiliated as she was, she made no move to stop his hands as they continued lightly rubbing her nipples through her bra, feeling her tits grow heavier and heavier with lust as the seconds passed. Both rubbery spikes were fully extended, frying to drive their way through the material holding them tightly pressed into her tits. He rubbed his palms in a maddening, steady circle, causing her blood to thunder through her arteries and veins as her nerves tingled with maddening desire.
It came to Carol that her entire body had
suddenly come awake. Every nerve seemed to have an awareness of its own. She was a finely tuned machine, ultra-sensitive, now fully awake and aware. If he kept this up she'd have an orgasm before he buried his cock inside her hungry cunt.
Yes, he would bury that thick, hard hunk of meat in her. She knew full well she wouldn't let him leave until he'd completely sated every burning bit of lascivious desire. That was the trouble. Had he merely satisfied the fire in her cunt, easing her frustration, she would have been able to turn him away very easily. But he had made fucking an unbelievable experience, bringing her to the realization that it was something more than a reproductive act, or a sensation needed to remove frustrations. It was the be-all and end-all of everything. Fucking was as important as eating and drinking.
Silo enjoyed the mastery he had over this woman. He could easily understand Joe Orgiurio's feelings, and the anger the latter felt at being dumped by a girl. Hell, if Carol dumped him, he'd feel just as frustrated and angry. The mere thought aroused him. Now he wanted her very much, but he also wanted to hear her admit she wanted him. He purposely continued teasing her nipples and rubbing her tits, kissing her earlobes and stabbing his tongue into her ear while in no way advancing. Carol became overheated. The blaze inside her became too much, and she turned to him as he bit her earlobe, feeling the scrape of his teeth as her lobe pulled away.
'Fuck me, goddamn you," she pleaded. "Please fuck me!"
His eyes became slitted openings as he looked at her in an almost detached way.
"Let's not hurry," he smirked. "Because if we hurry, we might do something wrong. No, Carol, we'll take our time as we always do. Besides, this'll
give you the time you need to definitely decide whether or not you really want to be fucked."
"Oh yes, yes," she begged. "I want to be fucked."
"You might change your mind again."
"I won't. I swear I won't. My solemn word I won't change my mind. Oh fuck me, please fuck me!"
"Your solemn word," he jeered, standing arms akimbo in the middle of the kitchen, as if he were the one about to change his mind. Carol, mad with heat, rubbed her body against his, feeling the swelling of his prick push his pants out even further. He was hot. She knew it. Yet he seemed to refuse to respond now that he'd finally gotten her to the point where she needed his hot cock, badly. Her fingers nimbly raced up and down his shirt, unbuttoning it and tugging it out of his pants.
Silo was really enjoying himself. It was a pleasure to know he had such a powerful hold on this woman, who, only minutes earlier, had been begging him to leave. He would fuck her good and proper, all right, but at his own leisurely pace. If he got back to the office late, he could always claim he was out on a sales appointment and didn't make the sale.
His hands were at his sides, refusing to touch her now. When she pressed her tits against his body while pulling his shirt off, he seemed not to respond, save for the monstrous hard-on still pushing his pants away from his body. His change of attitude at this moment was affecting her to an even greater degree than it had earlier, when the ideas had been reversed. He could see her thighs pressing against one another in an attempt to rub her cuntlips together.
Carol felt overwhelming desire tear through her body, increasing her wantonness even more. The slick, hot, slippery drippings from her cunt were already soaking her panties, seeping down one
thigh. The zipper of her dress seemed, of its own accord, to open the rest of the way, and as she squirmed, the dress slid over her hips and fell to the floor. She was moaning and grunting, pressing her full, solid thighs together, and Silo could see the widening stain of cunt-juice at their juncture, making the dark vee seem even darker.
His laugh was a derisive thing as he felt her lips on his bare chest.
"Jesus, but you really are one hot bitch, aren't you, Carol? You're turning yourself on."
"Scum," she hissed, pulling away from him, angered by his refusal to respond.
Going to the sink, she turned on the cold water with the intention of letting it run on the nape of her neck and perhaps break the spell controlling her. She felt like a real honest-to-God whore. She was such a tramp she didn't deserve the husband she had, out earning a living to bring her all the niceties of life. She deserved to have her husband strip her naked and drag her through the streets by her hair, yelling for the world to come see the harlot. She deserved to be whipped until her flesh was raw and bloody. Then she deserved to be burned at the stake.
Sobbing and leaning over the sink, she didn't hear him behind her, and was unaware of him until she felt the pressure of his cock against her ass. It was still covered by his pants, but she knew it was his cock. And the tautness of the pants around it let her know it would soon break out of its own accord if it wasn't freed.
"Goddamn you," she wept, "goddamn you, go away, leave me alone. I don't care any more. I just don't care. Fuck me if it pleases you, or don't. I just don't care."
"Well then we might as well forget the whole thing, huh. I mean, I don't want to shove the old frankfurter into a dead roll."
"What a great way to put it."
"It fits, honey. We'll fuck, but when I think you feel like it and not before."
Beaten, she remained leaning over the sink, feeling him press his thick, hard hunk of solid cock harder against her ass. Her sad indifference passed quickly, and she suddenly felt hotter than ever. This time she knew he would fuck her, and this time she intended getting off more than six times to his one..
His hands came up under her armpits and straightened her up. She exhaled heavily as his hands once more gripped her tits, his lips pressing into the base of her throat, while his cock continued squeezing itself, pants and all, into the panty-covered crack of her ass. He pushed harder, but with his pants and her panties in the way, penetration was nonexistent.
"Goddamn!" he cursed, and unsnapped her bra.
Her hands went to her tits, holding the bra in place while his fingers slid to the waistband of her panties and yanked them down with a single, fluid movement. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay, still clutching the bra. He reached around and pulled the bra off and away, letting it far on the counter.
Naked, she still faced away from him, feeling the roughness of his pants rub against the tender flesh of her asscheeks. She was unable to move; unable to turn; unable to speak. So she stood there, her hands once again resting on the rim of the sink as his hands rotated against her hips, her belly, and once again, her tits. The light pressure of his fingers made her shiver as if he were rubbing her with an ice cube. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her cheek rubbing his, his lips pressing into the side of her throat. Her nervous system was all a flutter, and she felt her legs turning to water. Oh God! He was so fantastic.
Carol sighed, feeling the heavy knob of his solid cock as it pressed the rough material of his pants into the crevice of her perspiring asscheeks. It roved up and down, trying to make the groove wider a well as deeper. Silo had a long, fat, heavy prick, and she knew she would freak out when she saw it in all its naked splendor. It was half again as large as her husband's.
His hands clutched her tits, his fingers pressing into the flesh while his palms continued to lightly rotate. Her nipples were long, thick nails, trying to cut into his hands while his fingers turned and twisted on the white flesh, massaging the light brown areolas as well. She couldn't believe how his touch seemed to enlarge her tits to a size she never would have believe possible.
He was sucking on her earlobe, squeezing it between his teeth, all but tearing it off, and she loved it. The hot breath from his nostrils filled her ear, and she trembled all over. He was so sensually arousing.
"Like it?" he asked between mouthfuls of earlobe.
"Mmmm," was all she could say, writhing her ass hard against him, making his already iron-hard cock harder.
His hands continued wandering across the length and breadth of her torso, stopping now and again to tweak her nipples or play with her navel.
"Your flesh is as soft as a baby's ass," he murmured. "You're something special, Carol, real special."
Like all women, Carol Warner was susceptible to flattery. She let his praise of her wash over her like a wave. But she wouldn't let him know, keeping her lips tightly shut, thrilling to the way his flat hand slid down across her tummy, while his other hand held tightly to her swollen tit. His finger sank into her belly button again, making her press her
round, solid asscheeks more tightly against him. Moisture came jetting from her hot cunt as she had a minor orgasm. It made her shake and shiver violently as his lips branded kisses on her neck.
The hand on her belly moved lower, traveling through a jungle of black fleece, feeling how sodden it was, and her cunt felt an electric spark shoot through it. He grabbed some of the tight, curly hairs with his fingers, pulling and tugging, not hard enough to really hurt her even if some did loosen and come out, but with enough pressure to arouse her to even greater heights. Then his fingers moved lower, parting her thighs, sliding across the convex slices of her cuntlips. He could feel the heavy, colorless cream issuing from them, dripping through his fingers to fall on the floor between her feet.
"Jesus!" she yelped. "Oh Jesus!"
Silo laughed a short, loud laugh. It was a laugh Carol hated. She had come to hate him at this moment, knowing he had so much power over her.
And yet there was no way for her to resist him.
She had to be fucked by him, and fucked hard.
She turned her head as far around as she could, staring back at Him. The hand he'd used to grip her tit came up to cup her chin and he held her in that position, kissing her lips again and again while his other hand continued pressing into her sopping cunt.
Carol's knees buckled and she would have fallen had he not gripped her crotch tightly with one hand while continuing to support her chin with the other as his tongue probed deeply into her mouth. He had her pressed against the sink now, and the pressure of his body against hers prevented her from moving in any way as he enjoyed the bouncy rubbing of her tight, round asscheeks. Even with his pants pressing tightly around his cock, he could feel the split of her ass, and did his best to rub his
prick into the narrow crack in the hope of feeling her sensitive, puckered asshole. But Carol felt his pants-covered cock attempt to stab into her and she tightened up, making the narrow slice between her asscheeks into a hairline crack.
"Oh shit!" Silo murmured. "You have one hell of an ass! God! How I love it!"
The hand gripping her soaking cunt suddenly came away and tried to part her tight asscheeks, but Carol resisted, murmuring into his mouth as she sucked on his tongue, "Don't, Mark. Don't do that. I don't like that."
He let her go and stood away from her for a moment. She used that time to turn around and face him, letting him see how wet her dark, tantalizing cunt had become as lubricant seeped down her thighs in a heavier and heavier flow.
Her arms surrounded him in an unbreakable grip as she pulled him to her and kissed him hard, letting her own tongue lance into his mouth with the speed and heat of a flame jet. Then she grabbed his hair, tugged his face away from hers, and murmured, "Why didn't you have the decency to leave before I got this way?"
"You're like me, Carol," Silo told her. "The sight of you turns me on, and the sight of me does things to you. If I'd walked away, you'd have taken a broom handle and jammed it up your cunt once I was gone, and you damn well know it."
For an answer she kissed him again, biting his lips, chewing furiously, angry that he was right, that she had no self-control where he was concerned, and no capability where her husband was concerned.
Her hands reached down and undid his belt, then opened the fastener. Because his suits fit so snugly, she had to push with her hands to get the pants below his hips, and even then they wouldn't go all the way down until she used her feet to kick
them to his ankles. His underpants clung even more tightly; and she had to kneel to get them off. In doing so, her face came down to the level of his seething cock as it sprang out of his shorts. Like a gigantic cannon it swung from side to side, as if beckoning her mouth toward it. She took a deep breath, licked her lips then stood up.
"The bedroom," Carol whispered. "It's the best place."
Silo couldn't argue with her there. The bedroom with its huge, soft bed was definitely the best fucking room in the house. He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, her scissoring legs rubbing the length of his. cock between them. He placed her on the bed, lying down with her, letting her thighs continue to grip his rampant cock, and she rubbed her loins strongly against him. He knew damn well he would shoot too quickly if she didn't slow down.
Oblivious of what was going on inside Silo, Carol whirled and rose for an instant. When he would have risen too, she threw him back on the bed and sat on his belly, letting her sopping cunt slide all over his belly, making it wet with her secretions. Silo could see she was ready to slide right down and let her hungry cunt gobble up his oversensitive prick. If she did, he'd shoot a gusher before she was anywhere near coming.
Reaching down and under with both hands, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her straight up toward his face. He lay back against the bed's two pillows with Carol's thighs against his cheeks, and jammed her hot, hairy cunt down on his reaching mouth, his upper lip rubbing her throbbing clit while his tongue speared right into the center of her, causing her to grunt involuntarily with excitement. His fingers squeezed her tight asscheeks, holding her in place as his tongue began sliding in and out, and she, beyond control, rubbed
her frothing cunt back and forth against his slobbering lips.
Heavy shudders shot through her body as he began sucking voraciously. Her juices, already flowing heavily, now poured out like a steady waterfall, and Carol, dizzy with lust, writhed madly against his face, feeling his nose and mustache tantalize the sensitive area.
Silo's hands traveled up and down her inner thighs, pressing and squeezing her warm, velvety flesh. His thumbs rubbed in the crevices where her legs joined her body as his tongue continued slurping trough her wet cunt. Carol was dazed with lascivious delight, and she felt herself ready to scream. Still he continued lapping violently into her cunt, and even as he felt her second minor orgasm take hold of her, he continued lapping away, sucking strongly on her vibrating clitoris. Her next climax was a bit stronger, and she shook like an earthquake.
Silo began lapping even harder, and the result was an overpowering spasm threatening to make the sturdy bed collapse as Carol's thighs squeezed against Silo's face until he thought his jawbone would crack.
"No more," she begged, rolling off. "No more. I need a rest. I couldn't take another shot in my cunt right now."
Tongue or cock, Carol's pussy needed a temporary rest, but Silo still needed to come. He threw her back onto the bed and got up. As she spun to her knees to rise, he grabbed her ass and pulled it toward his aching cock. She instinctively knew what he intended, and all but screamed, "No, Mark, no! Not that!"
But Silo wasn't to be put off any longer. Even though she tightened her asscheeks, he began slapping them hard, telling her, "Loosen up, baby! Loosen up right now or I'll go on beating your ass
black and blue!"
At first she found it difficult to obey. There was a choice between the pain she was feeling or the pain she knew she would feel once he began his penetration of her ass. But the pain of his hand slapping her ass was the more real pain at that moment, and so she reluctantly relaxed her asscheeks, feeling his solid cock already parting them as it sought her puckered asshole. Again and again she tightened as she felt the cock probe for her asshole, and each time her cheeks squeezed shut, Silo slapped her ass again.
Nobody's fool when it came to sexual arousal, Silo began reaching down and rubbing her pearly clit with his finger, making her more responsive until she begged him to take the finger away, her clit already being oversensitive from the tonguing it had recently received. Meanwhile, the heavy head of his massive prick had finally found the entrance to her ass and slowly began pushing.
It took a long time. At first there was no hint of penetration. As he tried ever harder, he felt his hard cock leaking more and more lubrication, and the slippery liquid began coating his hard knob. And then at one point Carol relaxed even more than she'd intended, and the point of his burning prick moved into her ass. She jumped and tried pulling away, but his hands on her hips held her tightly in place, feeling the wonderful, squeezing sensation surround the very point of his eager cock..
Silo pushed a little more, and Carol jumped. as she felt more of his cock push its way into her tight ass, causing her sphincter to stretch. It hurt, but only a little at that point. Finally the entire head was inside, and for a moment Carol thought that was as far as he intended going. But with his knob fully buried, Silo suddenly reared back and shot the full length of his steaming cock into her
tight, squeezing asshole.
Unimaginable pain roared through the tight canal of her ass, racing with the full, thick, throbbing length of his hard, quivering cock as it widened her shit chute. It made Carol leap and try to pull away, but she was securely speared by his hot puking cock wedged deeply into her squeezing ass, caasing more pain than she had ever imagined possible.
"Son of a bitch!" she screamed, no longer fearful of being heard by neighbors. "It hurts, goddamn you, it hurts! Pull it out of me, pull it out, now!"
"Not a chance," he whispered back, using his hands to lock her asscheeks against his hard, hairy thighs.
The sensation was delicious as far as Silo was concerned. Her ass had a tightness running the full length of his inserted cock that made him thrill and tremble. Because he had plunged in so deeply, so quickly, she had involuntarily tightened her ass muscles around his implanted shaft, making the feeling that much better. Her sphincter, much against her will, was actually sucking him in.
He rotated the shaft of his solid cock around and around inside her ass channel, and she muttered through gritted teeth, "Pull it out, you bastard, you're ripping me to shreds in there!"
But Silo merely smiled and withdrew his cock until only the head remained encased in her tight rectal interior. Then he rammed it in again, making her scream once more as searing pain made its way through her ass. She began to alternately curse and plead, but Silo paid no attention, ramming hard prick. in and out with rapidly increasing speed, while shortening the strokes to create even more friction.
Silo's hands gripped her hips unrelentingly as his thighs pounded with ever-increasing vigor against
the mounds of her bouncy ass. Goddamn her, he'd teach her to tease him. She had to learn to welcome him whenever he showed up, forgetting about the pretense of trying to fend him off until he forced her to fuck.
Now her ass passageway was beginning to widen and accommodate itself to the cock relentlessly being run in and out of her. Carol realized the pain was fading, just as it had faded the first time a cock had been rammed up her cunt. And like that first time, pleasure was beginning to infiltrate into the area the cock was pistoning into. Yes, she could feel it, a new and different kind of thrill was building, completely unlike the sensations in her over stimulated cunt. Without realizing it, she began matching his strokes with counter movements of her own as her screams of agony became pants of lust.
The crushing tightness of her asshole was driving Mark mad. Even though Carol was becoming used to the feel of his cock, her ass seemed to tighten itself more strongly around his plunging prick, strangling it in a narrower and narrower vise of feminine muscle. But the harder her ass squeezed, the greater was Silo's enjoyment, and he knew the only way his cock would leave her hole would be after it had expended its creamy wad. On the verge of erupting, he pulled his cock all the way back, then shoved it in deep, just as her ass tightened again, letting him know she was on the verge of experiencing her first anal orgasm. He couldn't stroke the cock into her any more, nor could he rotate it because of the crushing clasp of her burning tunnel. All he could do was stand there, his hard, hairy hips pressed against the firm roundness of her ass. He reached forward and grabbed the swell of her tits, letting his palms encase her solid nipples.
"You… uhhh… bastard," she squeaked, letting him know how close she was to coming.
"You lousy bastard, you've fucked my cunt… you've fucked my mouth… oooooh… and you weren't happy until you filled my asshole with that goddamn cock of yours. Oh Jesus! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I can feel it building in my ass!"
And then her anal climax took hold of her and she began to shake and spasm wildly, tightening her ass channel even more, applying so much pressure to Silo's cock he was certain she would snap it right off at the base. The pleasure had become pain, and it was as excruciating to him as it was to her. And, as with her, pleasure and pain became one. He could feel the insistent push of jism chugging through the pipe in his cock until it finally spewed forth into the confines of her crushing shit chute, a blazing flood of fiery white man cream, gushing again and again, making her writhe, enhancing her own satisfaction that much more. Her ass loosened, and he began stroking again, fucking until he was certain he had expended every last drop of cum into her hot depths. He fell forward on top of her, and as she hit the bed, his cock came popping out.