"Now give it to me," she whispered, writhing with anticipation. "Give me that lovely, wonderful cock!"
"Why don't you guide it in for me?" he suggested, supporting himself on both hands. "Get it placed to suit yourself."
Linda seized the massive prick with one hand and feverishly rubbed the naked, flaring head over the lips of her pussy. She squeezed it against her clitoris, choking back the cry of exultant joy she felt when the thrill raced through her loins. Her knees lifted higher, creeping along Paul's back until they nestled just behind his shoulders. Then she shoved the conical tip of his prick into the mouth of her cunt, seating it firmly, and with an upward tilt of her hips she forced herself upon the head of that broad, lengthy tool.
"God!" she groaned, locking her heels together in the small of his back and writhing in delicious agony. "It's even bigger than I'd thought!"
"Do you like for a man to be big?" he asked, rotating his hips slightly and causing the head of his cock to grind into the mouth of her cunt.
"It doesn't matter, just so he's hard and ready for me," she panted, answering his grinding motion with an up-and-down movement of her own hips.
Linda's nipples throbbed with exquisite pain as the sensations mounted in her body. She waited for him to drive the tool deep but he refused; he kept the head locked in the mouth of her cunt and continued to work himself gently around that pressure point. Linda lifted her hips upward, impaling herself another inch on his cock, but he pulled away so that she could not get more of the tool into her liquid sheath.
Paul continued to support himself on his extended arms so that he was in close contact with her only at her loins. She would have preferred him to lie over her, pressing his chest into her nipples and driving his cock deep; that would have propelled her into an instantaneous, heaving climax. He seemed to want it otherwise, however, and she could not deny that even this slight contact was enough to provide her with a mouth-watering, cunt-juicing degree of pleasure.
She discovered that his teasing approach fired her desires almost as much as the more vigorous style to which she had grown accustomed. By reaching up with her hips she could develop a strong tension within her loins and she knew that within a short time she would feel her womb explode in a geyser of sensual ecstasy. Her thighs strengthened their grip around his waist and back; her hips knotted into hard mounds of muscle as she worked frantically to bring herself to a peak of sensual feeling.
"I can't hold it back much longer!" he gasped, watching her energetic efforts. "Hurry and get it!"
"I'm almost there!" she cried out, tossing her head madly and writhing in a furious effort. "Oohh, do it, Paul, do it to me! Agghh! Aiiee! I can feel it! I'm coming! I'm coming all over! Oohh, my cunt! My prick-loving cunt!"
Linda's ecstatic climax raged and ripped through her loins. At the very height of her feeling, the mouth of her cunt began flexing open and shut, exerting a strong pull on the prick it enclosed; that was enough to deliver the final blow to Paul. He grunted sharply and held himself in place, shaking all over; his prick began to leap and jump about. Enclosed in Linda's taut, hungry cuntal mouth, it could go nowhere. She felt every phase of his climax, from the very first involuntary spasm which produced nothing on through the series of strong, gushing shots of hot, sticky love cream and even the final, dying gasp of his prick that sent a weak dribble of come oozing out the cleft in its tip. The savage jolts of her own orgasmic fury continued to rocket through her loins until finally she fell back, limp and spent.
"Marvelous!" Paul exclaimed. "Darling, you were simply superb!"
Linda could say nothing. The violence of her climax had left her winded and speechless. She lay silently, struck by the wonder of the orgasm, and savored the sweet, filling presence of his prick. Her thighs had relaxed and she allowed her heels to fall to the couch. She reached between them, intending to caress her clitoris lightlyóa favorite post-orgasmic pastime of hersóand then exclaimed with surprise.
"Why, you're barely in me!" she cried, reaching out to grasp his prick and looking down to see how much of the tool still lay outside her cunt. "I thought you'd given me a lot more than that!"
"Just the head," Paul said, looking at her curiously. "I don't like to force myself upon a girl; too often they dislike having all of it inside them."
"Jesus, I was sure you were in up to the bone," she muttered. "And there's still that much left to go!"
"Later, my dear, later," Paul murmured. "Why don't we think about getting some dinner first? There's lots of time left for other things."
"All right, if you insist," Linda agreed.
She could feel that his cock had already lost much of its stiffness. In fact, she doubted that he had enough of an erection left to be able to carry through with another rousing fuck. She sighed but realized that this was a hazard of the older manóthey just couldn't keep up that stiff cock the way a twenty-year-old boy could!
"Do you want a tissue? A handkerchief?" Paul asked. "To catch the flow, I mean. I'm afraid I was rather generous with the discharge!"
"That's all right," Linda told him, reaching down to pinch the lips of her pussy together as soon as he had removed his prick from her cunt. "I've got to go to the john anyway and I've never minded a little come dripping out of me! Sometimes it's rather nice, feeling it run down my legs. I'll join you in a few minutes."
Linda walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and sat down on the stool before loosening the grip of her fingers. She looked down, craning her neck to be able to see the puffy, bruised lips of her pussy and then spread them wide with two fingers. By exerting the muscles of her flat, taut abdomen, she managed to expel a big, milky glob of sperm which she caught in her fingers. She then straightened up and began rubbing the mucilaginous love-cream into the lips of her pussy. Her eyes dilated and the nipples hardened again, becoming dark and pointed as her fingers brought her body to another quick peak of sensual awareness. She finished herself off by plunging two of her fingers into the depths of her cunt and bringing her palm up snugly against her swollen clitoris.
"Ahh! Ugghh!" she sighed, writhing gently and quivering with lewd delight. "Fuck! Fuck! Come!"
As soon as the climax ebbed from her loins she lifted the two fingers which had been in her cunt, bringing them to her mouth, and she licked them clean. The salty savor of Paul's sperm, mixed with the ripe, musky oils of her cunt, fired her senses and gave her added pleasures of a sort that few women ever experience. She had never been able to admit to any of her lovers that she habitually fingerfucked herself after their lovemaking; she also refrained from making clear the happiness with which she licked her fingers clean after masturbating at such times. She stayed in the bathroom for several minutes, continuing to rub the sperm-smeared lips of her pussy with her fingers, but she did not gain another climax. After toying with herself for a while she went over to the washbasin, rinsed off her fingers, and dried them.
"How about another Scotch and water?" she called out as she emerged from the bathroom. "One of those will surely give me a little more imagination for dreaming up a dinner."
"Er, I don't think you need bother," Paul told her. "It seems that we won't be eating here, I'm afraid."
Looking in the direction he pointed, Linda saw a man and a woman standing in a far corner of the living room. The man looked like a halfback or perhaps a boxer, someone who kept himself in very good physical condition, and the woman appeared to have come from a distinctly superior level of society, judging from the elegantly tailored linen slacks and the raw silk shirt she wore. Neither the man nor the woman smiled when they saw Linda.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the woman asked, looking at Paul with a disdainful sneer.
"Linda, this is... my wife, Joy," Paul said.
"And this is Pete Spirola," Joy added, gesturing to the man beside her. "He's been helping me gather evidence concerning my husband's infidelity. As well as providing some other, more personal services."
CHAPTER TWO
"What now?" Linda asked, looking over at Paul with a question in her eyes. She felt acutely uncomfortable, not only because she was naked and in the presence of the wife of the man with whom she had expected to spend a weekend, but also because of the openly lascivious look Pete had directed at her. Paul sat nervously on the couch, twirling his drink in his hands and avoiding her gaze.
"Nothing much," Joy told her. "You and lover boy here can get packed up and get on back to the city. Pete and I will take the beach house this weekend. We've got some screwing to get caught up on."
Linda looked over at Paul. He said nothing to that jibe and continued to gaze down at the floor.
"No need to worry about him," Joy sneered. "He doesn't have the balls to complain about somebody else banging his wife! Come on, honey, buck up; you won't miss much by not spending the weekend with him, believe me!"
"What do you mean?" Linda asked, enraged by the woman's air of calm assurance and by the way she seemed to delight in humiliating her husband.
"If you've had your cunt around that cock of his you'll know what I mean," Joy told her. "I mean, he doesn't know how to use that tool he's got! Pity tooóa cock that size, used the right way, could really do a lot for a girl!"
Linda said nothing to that. She did not want to voice the agreement which she felt; she still liked Paul a great deal and would have gone out of her way to avoid hurting him.
"Just because you like to lie there and have a prick rammed into you as though you were a common whore doesn't mean that every girl is so vulgar," Paul said, a sniffing tone in his voice.
"Your ass," Joy retorted. Evidently their quarrel was an old one, Linda decided; they certainly knew their parts well. "If you'd had the sense to give it to me the way I wanted it I'd never have gone looking for another stud! But then I might not ever have found Pete either, so maybe it's all for the best!"
"Perhaps I'd better get dressed," Linda said, turning away from them and taking a step toward the bedroom.
"Don't bother!" a strange voice cracked out.
Linda whirled, along with the others, to the front door from which the voice had come. She gasped with surprise upon seeing first one, then another man stride into the living room. They were in their mid-twenties, dressed in rough workmen's clothes, and each carried an ugly pistol in his right hand.
"Look at that!" one of the intruders muttered, his eyes caressing Linda's naked loveliness. "All stripped down and ready for us!"
"Just a moment here," Paul said, rising from the couch with an outraged look on his face. "What do you thinkó"
"Shut up," one of the intruders snapped, pushing him back into the couch with an easy shove. "Unless you want your teeth kicked out! Moon, where are those handcuffs?"
"Right here," came the reply.
Moon, a round faced individual with a dark complexion, reached into a hip pocket and brought out two pairs of handcuffs. He tossed one set to his companion, who clapped one bracelet onto Paul's left wrist. He led the naked man over to a sturdy pillar between the kitchen and the living room and, after making Paul circle the pillar with his arms, snapped the other bracelet into place.
"Now you," he said, motioning to Pete. "Over here and get ready for your own set of irons."
"Watch him," the second man said. "I think he's got a pistolólooks like he'd love to get his hand into his jacket."
Moon carefully approached Pete, flipped open the jacket, and found a snub-nosed revolver clipped to his waist. He detached the weapon and then guided Pete over to the pillar, where he fastened him securely with the second set of handcuffs.
"Looks like that takes care of the men, Sky. Now what do we do?"
Sky, a slender individual with an evil glare in his pale blue eyes, shrugged indifferently.
"That's a good question," Joy added. "Just what do you two want here anyway?"
"We just want to use your house and the cove for a while," Moon told her. "Along about midnight we're going to be down at the beach, looking out to sea. If we get a certain signal we're going to meet a raft. Then we'll collect a passenger and leave."
"And if you don't get the signal?" Linda added.
"Then we'll wait till midnight tomorrow," Moon said. "The passenger will be here either tonight or tomorrow night."
"And in the meantime? What about till then?"
"The lady here looks like she came to fuck," Moon said, throwing an appreciative glance at Linda. "I don't see any reason why we shouldn't oblige her!"
Linda gasped in horror and then cried out a denunciation of the pair. They chuckled wickedly at her words. If anything, her protestations of disgust for the pair only heightened their interest in her.
"This other one," Sky said, gesturing toward Joy, "she don't look too bad herself! I believe she'd know what to do with a good, hard piece of cock!"
"What the hell," Moon said, moving toward Linda, "we oughtta stick them in another room, anyway. You know, keep them separated from the men."
"You heard the man," Sky added, gesturing with his pistol. "In the bedroom!"
Linda refused to move but Moon grabbed her arm cruelly and forced her to march ahead of him. Sky followed, with Joy in front, and they marched into the bedroom.
"This one acts like she don't want no part of a good fuck," Moon said, giving Linda a scornful glance. "That one, she just might be ready for it, especially if we talked nice to her a little."
Joy indeed showed little or no fear of the men. When Sky told her to strip she did so promptly, displaying a fine disregard for the leers that came over their faces as she gradually uncovered her body. She proved to be built quite differently from Linda, though she had a distinct charm all her own. She was shorter and had a pair of small, high-rising breasts that jutted out like small cones. More surprising, Linda found as she watched, was the fact that Paul's wife had completely shaved her pubis. Upon looking between the woman's legs, she saw only the long, red slit of her pussy; there was not a sign of a hair upon the sex flesh!
"Hey, a naked twat!" Sky chortled. "Won't get any hairs in my teeth! "
"Just a little treat I fixed up for one of my friends," Joy remarked, standing up and showing off her nakedness proudly. "Some guys prefer it this way."
"You ever fuck a woman without hair?" Sky asked, darting a quick glance over at his companion.
"Yeah, once I banged a broad that had just had a baby," Moon replied as he laid his pistol aside and began unfastening his shirt. "They shave their twats, you know, when they're going to have a baby. Some fine fucking that was! "
"You can't be serious!" Linda protested, retreating behind the bed and trying to cover her breasts and muff with her hands. "This is... it's outrageous!"
"Might be," Moon admitted. "But you're gonna get it, babe, no way to get out of that!"
"You won't rape me!" Linda stormed. "I'll kill you if I get a chance!"
"Huh, who said you was going to get a chance?" Moon scoffed. "Time I get through tying you up you won't be able to do a thing but lay there and get fucked out of your head!"
He proved to be as good as his word. With Sky's help he fastened Linda's hands to the headboard and then tied her ankles to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. When he had finished, she lay on her back with her feet spread wide apart; her pussy was wide open to view and she felt utterly at the mercy of this despicable pair.
"Blame it on yourself," Moon said when she protested this ill treatment. "If you hadn't been so cruddy about it you wouldn't have gotten tied up. Why couldn't you take it like a grownup, like your buddy here?"
Joy was indeed cooperating with Sky. When he had lowered his trousers she had dropped to her knees before him and was now busily sucking his long, fat prick up into a firm erection. The slurping noises emanating from her mouth testified to the energy with which she devoted herself to the task and the ecstatic expression on Sky's vacant, slightly stupid face adequately reflected his enjoyment of h
er ministrations. Linda felt a nauseous sensation when she saw Joy's eagerness to engage in the most intimate kind of love play; she had to fight hard to keep down an urge to vomit. "Yessir, that little babe just loves going down on old Sky," Moon chuckled as he slipped out of his trousers and shorts. "But just think how you're gonna love getting that cunt of yours around my cock.!"
Linda gasped with horror when she beheld the full magnificence of Moon's prick. He was already fully erect. Her first glimpse of the tool told her that he was much more extravagantly endowed than any man she had ever had before. His prick seemed to stretch on forever and to be as big around as her wrist! Moon stood beside the bed with the tip of his cock not a yard away from her horrified eyes. He toyed with the tool, rolling the thick foreskin back and forth over the broad, flaring head. Linda seemed hypnotized by the bulky rodóalthough the thought of being fucked repelled her, she could not make herself look away from the terrible, lethal engine of lust.
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