Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair

by Lynn Young

  It felt like a horse, wild and untamed, was plowing her flesh, stretching her so that the nerves in her uterine walls were taut to the breaking point, making them so sensitive. She wanted to badly orgasm, but he was pounding harder and harder into her, making her loins tighten even more.

  Dallas reached his hand around to her front and ripped open her shirt. He cupped her breasts with his hands, fondling them over the simple, utilitarian bra that still confined some of her most tantalizing curves. Dimly, through the erotic heat, he was surprised to discover the size of her breasts. Beneath her dress shirt that loosely fit her, he had not realized how large she was.

  Plus, a man usually did not expect such voluptuousness on a timid mouse. Hers were oversized enough that they were too big even for his large hands.

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  “Jesus, lady, you’ve got some tits,” he rasped. He was too caught up in his rampant need and pleasure to care that he was being crude.

  He gripped the front of Anna Marie’s bra and ripped it apart. The generous globes spilled into his waiting hands. Just as he suspected, they filled his hands to overcapacity, and far from sagging under their weight, they were still very firm, their spherical shape still intact. He also discovered that her nipples were thick and larger than normal. As he fondled them, he felt himself losing more of his control, so that his hands were rough as they squeezed and pulled at her breasts.

  Under his lewd ministrations, Anna Marie felt her nipples turn painfully to hard pebbles, making her grind her breasts harder into his palms. But as tantalizing as the feel of his hard hands pressed against her globes was, she didn’t find the assuagement that she was searching for.

  She didn’t realize that what she really was needing was the feel of the hot, moist squeeze of a man’s mouth on them, to have to him take them deep in his mouth and suckle them hard.

  Taking an erotically sadistic enjoyment of her torment, Dallas pressed his front side to her back so her torso hovered close to the kitchen floor. This position allowed him to fill both of his hands with her breasts while keeping her impaled on his cock. He held them so that her nipples protruded, not touching them as he pulled and squeezed the fat, globed base.

  The male hands squeezing her breasts made the blood rush to her nipples even more,

  adding to their torment. Anna Marie shuddered and gave a long moan, moving her hips so that she ended up pulling his immense size deeper into her. She could feel it coming, but she didn’t know what it was. She didn’t realize that it was her orgasm, but she was in a rush to meet it. She moved her hips, pumping him, murmuring her pleas to him to give her pussy what it needed.

  Dallas no longer cared if the delicately built librarian could withstand a savage fucking.

  He needed it as badly as she did. He grabbed her hips with both of his hands and began to thrust as deep, as long, and has hard as he could. He pumped in and out of her while she laid there, her buttocks up in the air, moaning piteously, shivering and shaking her hips at him each time he withdrew from her and then shuddering when he plunged back inside her.

  Anna Marie shuddered, stretched her back like a cat at the gnawing ache in her loins, keening gutturally, an intensely sexual nature that she had never suspected lived within her completely taking over.

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  The two bodies, one very large and the other small and delicate, fucked like that on the kitchen floor, wildly pumping at each other, both groaning and gasping, their lungs desperate for air, which the increased tightening of their loans was robbing more and more.

  She did not know what it meant when the flesh between her thighs began to clench at

  Dallas’s huge cock rhythmically. But he did. He knew exactly what was going to happen next when a woman’s snatch was clamping down hard on him, as the librarian’s was doing to him.

  Both were about to fall apart. He could feel it by the way her snatch went tighter and tighter around his cock, and the way his loins tensed with excruciating heat, his cock burgeoning inside her, so that it was becoming more and more difficult to move in her depths.

  He suddenly went stiff above her, threw his head back, his lips pulled back from his teeth that were gritted. He gave a howling cry as he felt his loins give, completely releasing his liquid inside the soft giving body of the librarian. Dallas ground his pelvis desperately against her buttocks as he spilled his seeds in her cavern.

  Anna Marie was startled at first at his savage cry and the way his hands tightened on her hips in bruising grips. A shiver darted down her spine. Was there to be more devouring, more possession, more erotic torment to be endured? Then, suddenly, she felt his hot gush splashing her inner walls, and she wrenched her hips, instinctively avoiding being branded by her lover, her cries low and whimpering. The aching tension inside stretched one more time before completely breaking inside Anna Marie, turning the tension into liquid lava pouring over her loins, stomach, buttocks, and spine, throwing her small body into shudders, her uterine walls milking her lover greedily.

  Dallas felt her frantic pulsations squeezing him, and it made his sacs tighten and his cock painfully hard, even when he was still in the throes of his first climax. He pulled her buttocks up even higher and began to pump back and forth into her again, and then ground his hips against hers as he spilled more of himself inside her.

  Anna Marie gave a low hoarse cry as she felt more of him flooding into her, and

  helplessly felt her loins milk him even more, driving again Dallas to pound heavily into her then hold himself impaled deeply inside her, his strong, bruising hands holding her tightly to him as he poured into her for the third time. She, in turn, felt her loins tighten again and then burst with pleasure.

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  She didn’t know how long or how many times Dallas spilled inside her, or how many

  times she melted with pleasure. It felt as if it wouldn’t end, and he wouldn’t stop taking her. But she wouldn’t have cared if he took her endlessly until she perished, there, in the middle of her kitchen floor.

  Finally, Dallas did give her respite and stopped pumping into her, letting her and himself recover from the several orgasms.

  When the last of the spasms left her body, Anna Marie lay on her kitchen floor with the side of her face against the cool tile, exhausted, unable to move, with Dallas still impaling her, leaning over the curve of her back, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasms, his arms that were supporting him above her trembling a little.

  She could hear his shuddering breaths close to her ear. If Dallas had stood up, redressed himself, and walked out of her place, she would not have cared, and would have remained where she lay for centuries while drifting on the languorous wave of sexual aftermath.

  At one point, Anna Marie thought they might have remained that way for what seemed

  like hours. The next thing she knew, Dallas was lifting her in his arms and carrying her out of the kitchen.

  In the living room, a very fat orange tabby cat was on its back on the couch, cleaning itself. It stopped licking, its leg that it had been cleaning sticking up in the air, to watch his mistress being carried through the living room and down the hall by a strange man. Although it was a scene that was far removed from the determinedly placid life of his mistress, the cat could muster little interest in this sudden turn of event. It calmly went back to the cleaning.

  Dallas found her bedroom and laid her on her bed. At first, Anna Marie thought he was going to take his leave then. So she gave a sigh of a thoroughly debauched, thoroughly replete love slave. She turned on her side, put a hand under her head and was ready to fall asleep.

  Then she felt male hands on her clothes and a long, hard male body move over her.

  Drowsily, she opened her eyes and saw that Dallas was completely naked above her. As an innocent would, she ran her eyes over him, taking her time because she did not know not to. But even in her limited experience of male bodies, she knew that here was one man who was magnif
icently built. She knew that because the sight of him took her breath away. His shoulders were very broad, his stomach flat and hard, his legs very long and tight. Every inch of him was muscled, his shoulders, arms, thighs roped with it, making him rock solid. The natural color of Secret Affair 47

  his skin was a smooth tan that would have made any sunbather or subscriber to tanning salons envious. With him only inches from her, the sheer height and breath of him gave her a sense of being enveloped physically by him. Since he was so much taller than she and so much bigger, everything about him seemed to tower over her, no matter if he were standing or bending over her.

  She looked up at him sleepily, finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. She had to fight off a yawn, her innate politeness demanding that she not yawn in the presence of company, including in front of a man who had been anything but polite to her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked when his hands slid her torn blouse down her arms.

  “What do you think?” he returned calmly, his face non-committal, expressionless. But the way his green eyes were running over her half naked body, the heat in them indicated that he was anything but detached.

  She had no idea how she appeared to a man. Her white skin was rosy hued all over from the sex, and she was half dressed with her pants and underpants half way down her legs. She even still had her pumps on with her knee-highs. Her torn bra lay open at her sides, so that her heavy milky breasts with their large dark coral centers jutted upward, ready for the kiss of a man that had been promised. The way she laid there, half naked, sated, she had the look of a prim spinster gone awry from too much sex, giving her the appearance of a slattern slut.

  “I thought you had to go,” she said groggily.

  Dallas didn’t answer but continued to strip the rest of her clothes off. As he pulled down her slacks, he saw that her panties were about the unsexiest underpants that a woman could wear.

  They were cotton, pristine white, and were made to cover her very dutifully from her bellybutton down to the apex of her thighs. They had nothing to do with bold self-confidence or sensual enticement and everything to do with comfort and practicality.

  He smiled into her eyes that were still heavy from the sexual aftermath, his smile

  predatory but with some wolfish humor. “Now, why am I not surprised?”

  Because she had no idea what he was talking about, Anna Marie interpreted his words

  with her usual insecurity where men were concerned. “I know I’m not the most attractive woman you’ve to been to bed with.” Cringing, she rose to sit on the bed, feeling an awful oiliness of shame chasing away some of the torpor left over from the sex. “You didn’t have to sleep with me, you know.”

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  “Honey, with you, it seems I have very little choice in that. And that’s a first for me.” She turned her head, averting her eyes from his. “You mean I’m not the usual type of woman that you go for.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  She turned back to him, curious. “Then why me?”

  For a moment, Dallas stared back at her, at a loss for the reason, which was rather

  uncharacteristic of him. He had always been a man who was sure of every motive, of every move. That was one of the reasons why he was so good at what he did.

  “Beats the hell out of me, lady.” He gently brushed her hair from her flushed face, a gesture that was also uncharacteristic of him. “How about you? Why me?”

  “That’s easy. You take my breath away, as you have taken away the breath of every girl who has laid eyes on you.”

  Dallas smiled faintly. “You make me sound larger than life.”

  She smiled in returned but her smile was ironic. “You are. You’re definitely that. You must know that. I can’t imagine that a few of your women have not thought a little about the…” She looked down at his penis that was thrusting out from his groin. “Viability of

  accommodation.”

  “Maybe. But none have ever ended up complaining in the end.”

  Anna Marie gave him an impish grin. “Hmmmm, I’m not complaining. In fact, I feel

  quite honored that I got to experience such splendor of your cock.”

  Dallas reached out and pulled away the remainder of her clothes. He turned her onto her back, bent her legs and pushed them up until her knees touched her breasts, leaving her flesh between her thighs completely exposed and vulnerable to him. When she felt him press his two thumbs on the heavy folds of her labia and press them open, she moaned, shivered with delicious anticipation but also a sensual fear of knowing she was about to be overwhelmed again with sexual ravagement.

  Dallas fisted his cock in his hand and guided the fat tip to her opening and pushed until the head was completely enclosed. Anna Marie shivered again when she was reacquainted with the sheer size of him. She turned her head, averting her face from those hard green eyes, abashed that she would so acquiescently accommodate him without even an attempt at protest or pretense Secret Affair 49

  that she was not a woman who a sensualist like Dallas could treat with such blatantly erotic demand.

  He lifted her legs, put his arms under them so that each hand was holding her by the underside of her thigh, holding them apart, and he pushed further into her channel and found it just as tightly constricted as he had the first time around. He braced his hands on each side of her, his hard body shuddering above her, because the pleasure of being gloved so tightly by this small, dainty woman was almost more than he could bear, his face, neck, chest, shoulders, and back breaking out in sweat.

  “You’re such a tight little cunt, baby,” he rasped. He threw his head back, his eyes closed as he willed himself some measure of control. “You’re going to make me fuck you all night.” He pushed again, gaining another precious inch.

  Anna Marie closed her eyes and bit her lip. She didn’t want him to see that when he used words like cunt and fuck on her, it aroused her almost as much as the things he did to her. Being a woman of independence and education, she had always thought such words were epithets that put down a woman. She had idea that when a man, the right man, used them during sex, they made her feel so sexy, so wanton. So hungry.

  But she couldn’t hide her growing need from Dallas, not the way the aching need swelled in her own body as he delved deeper into her, nor could she hide the thin film of sweat that was covering all over her creamy, rose-hued body. And as her lover buried his great cock within her depths deeper and deeper, she could do nothing about the thick juices that gathered in her uterus, providing him an easy lubricant for his ravagement.

  When Dallas impaled his entire length within Anna Marie, he draped her legs over his hips. His green eyes were caught once again by the sight of her heavy breasts. They narrowed and his face hardened with increased desire, especially when they saw how unusually big her coral nipples were and the extended circle of the areoles that were colored a paler coral. He enclosed his fist around a plump breast and fondled it. But he avoided touching the nipple area as he had the first time, keeping his rough handling just to the rounded sphere, plumping it up so that the nipple rose up high between his finger and thumb.

  The manipulation was tortuous for Anna Marie, the pleasure of her breast being squeezed and pulled causing the blood to rush to her nipple, making it painfully hard. She began to squirm Secret Affair 50

  against her impalement, because her neglected but tortured nipple needed to be suckled hard by a warm, demanding mouth.

  But Dallas seemed to have no intention of giving her that sensual relief any time soon, and he continued to fondle her globe firmly, making sure to keep his touch away from the nipple.

  Anna Marie threaded her long fingers through his thick hair and tried to pull his mouth down to her breast.

  But he resisted, instead, choosing to idly trail his lips from her temple, down her cheek, down her neck, all the while maintaining his fondling. And as he caressed her, he shifted his hips, spreading her thighs more, and gav
e a thrust and only gained a fraction of an inch. She was, incredibly, as tight as she had been the first time he took her. He thrust again, and kept doing so, shallowly, patiently, managing to imbed himself deeper and deeper, her warm juice slicking her channel and aiding him. Beneath him, she trembled with each push, shifting often in discomfort at the sensation of being so stretched and so full, something that she was still very unfamiliar with. Finally, Dallas managed to fully lodge himself within her silky flesh. Above her, he shuddered at the sensation of welcome of her warm glove.

  She could feel the entire length of him, filling her completely, and that same tight need that she experienced the first time curled in her stomach. Sinuously, Anna Marie wriggled her hips a little and lifted one thigh higher to wrap around his waist.

  He felt her glove nudge and squeeze him and his cock went rock hard, and he thought he was going to burst his liquid in her salacious depths. He hissed out a breath, his hands tightening on her hips so that they bruised.

  “Stay still!” he ordered between gritted teeth, his face suffusing with dark red as he struggled to maintain his usual cool, iron control.

  Her lips pouted, her lids lowering over her gray eyes, but she obeyed, stilling her

  movements, docilely waiting for him.

  Dallas pulled his penis back as far as he dared and then pushed back in.

  She gasped at the heavy drag of her already heated loins and arched up, moaning, sliding her legs higher over his back.

  He pulled back and thrust in again, creating more erotic tension for both of them, He continued, keeping his pace light and slow, fucking her gently, and as he did, he watched her from beneath hooded lids from which his green eyes glittered with restrained savage hunger, Secret Affair 51

  watching the way she closed her eyes, her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to lick them, the flush coloring her pale face as well as down her throat, shoulders, and breasts.

  Anna Marie arched again, her hands pressed against his back. “Oh, God. Dallas…I…I

  can’t. Please…” she ended on a shuddery breath. She didn’t know what she was asking for, or what she was trying to say. All she knew was that having him so deep inside her was creating such an erotic sensation that she was almost frightened and, yet, wanting to surrender to it.