Standing over her, totally naked and with a raging hard-on, was Peter. His prick looked like it was twelve inches long.
"I want you," he said in a booming voice.
Caroline looked up at him, wondering why his body gleamed so in the dim light of the room. Then she understood. His entire body had been oiled down until he was as slippery as a politician making campaign promises.
Still, she didn't fully understand what was going on. Her mind wasn't able to piece everything together. The way Dwight had tied and raped her this afternoon, the dreary prospect of sex he promised her afterward and now Peter standing over her, well oiled, and with a cock that looked like a telephone pole – everything confused, her.
"What the hell are you doing, Peter?" she asked. "Why'd you knock me clown like that?"
She didn't have a chance to say anything else. The man dived at her. Peter's fingers clamped around one of her ankles and pulled her powerfully to him. His slippery hands grasped at her skirt. He worked hard at the flimsy belt holding it around her waist.
Squirming, the blonde woman eluded him. The oil on his hands betrayed him. But he didn't seem displeased with her actions. If anything, Peter was spurred on to even more vigorous effort.
The girl was at a disadvantage. She was trying to keep out of his grasp and at the same time was fascinated by the way his cock bounced around. It was a miniature flagpole jutting up from his groin.
"What's going on?" she demanded, again barely escaping his questing hands.
"I'm going to have you! I'm going to fuck you a dozen different ways! Never has any woman failed to receive my cock in less than twelve different positions before they get me off!"
"You're crazy, Peter. Stop it!" she squealed. But Caroline recognized the playfulness in her boyfriend's manner. Was he issuing her a challenge? She thought so. But what was this about a dozen different positions? She didn't understand, but she realized that the best possible way of finding out was to keep fighting him off – but only for a while.
"Not with this chick, you don't," Caroline told him. But she had to keep moving. Standing still wouldn't do. She found that out fast as he zeroed in on her.
He scooped her legs out from under her again. She went down but not too hard. Opening her mouth to complain, she found his prick shoved against her lips.
She couldn't help herself. She sucked his prick in. Her jaw muscles protested mightily. His cock was huge around just as it was ponderously long. But it was worth the exertion on her part.
The oil was ordinary cooking oil. The taste wasn't that great but not too bad. And it wasn't bad at all when she considered the luscious taste of the man's cock. Her tongue immediately eliminated all the oil at the very tip of his prick.
He made a couple quick thrusts into her mouth as if beginning to face-fuck her, then pulled out.
"One!" he shouted in triumph.
Then. Caroline understood. Peter was challenging her to the most erotic wrestling match ever. He was going to try and fuck her repeatedly until he came. And it was his bet that he could do it in a minimum of twelve positions before she beat him out – and off.
The blonde woman wanted that cock as badly as she'd ever wanted anything in her life. The brief taste of his prick had heightened her senses, had made her even hornier than she'd been. This was going to be one hell of a match; she'd see to that!
He ripped off her skirt and blouse as she spun away from him. She was now gloriously naked. She circled him, her tits bobbing delightfully as she moved. A quick lunge, faster than she'd have believed possible and he was under her legs again. He picked her up and dumped her back down to the soft carpet.
She watched in helpless fascination as his cock came surging up to meet her pussy lips. At the last possible instant, she twisted in his oily grip and escaped. But she didn't get far.
Behind him, she circled his waist and found his prick. Her hands were well-oiled from stroking over his muscular body. Caroline began giving the man a hand job. If she could get him hot enough, the next time he actually managed to fuck her would be disaster for him.
And it would be sheer heaven for her.
"No, you don't, you little bitch!" he cried. Moving faster than ever, he managed to reverse their positions and get behind her.
Peter's hands groped for her tits. His cock probed upward from behind and sought out her cunt again. His strong hands held onto her tits and lifted her straight up into the air, depositing her directly over his jutting cock.
The sudden entry up her now-juicy twat took her breath away. Caroline thought she was going to be pulled apart by that massive prick, but she hadn't expected anything this painful. He stretched her in all the usual directions, but the sudden entry hadn't given her cunt walls time to expand and take his full girth yet.
It was like she was a virgin and the high school stud was fucking her for the very first time.
The young girl cried out in pain, then felt those strong hands on her waist guiding her up and down. The pain was washed away with the sudden pleasure gushing into her. His cock was pulling her apart, true. But there was the bonus of having a huge cock twitching and bucking erotically inside her cunt.
The girl managed to relax a little and allow the pleasure to completely fill her body. This was what she had been missing with Dwight. Unexpectedness in fucking. A different screwing each time. She set her hips to working frantically at that cock up her pussy. She didn't want it to go away. The only purpose in her life then was fucking herself on that upright spike of cock.
Those slippery hands cast her aside before she could fuck herself more than three or four times. The man was panting heavily. She turned around to face Peter. He was still on his back looking up at her, that shit-eating grin on his lips.
"You've got a damn tight cunt, girl. Tightest I ever fucked. Most of them around these parts got floppy, loose cunts. Too many cocks have drilled into them. But not yours. I'm gonna enjoy you twenty or thirty times!"
"Peter," she protested. Then Caroline stopped as what the man had said penetrated her lust-dazed mind. "So many?"
"Many more. I'm going to enjoy you a hell of a lot!"
She rolled away from him and found the bottle of oil he'd used. A tiny squirt into the palm of her hand was all she needed to liberally oil her own body. Her boyfriend idly watched as she rubbed the oil on her tits, starting at the broad base and slowly stroking toward the cherry-red nipple. As she smoothed the oil over her belly, she got the first indication that the man really saw her.
His cock looked like it wanted to turn cartwheels. She was arousing him with her little act.
Caroline smiled, then licked her lips slowly. The pink tip of her tongue made a tantalizing circuit around her ruby lips, then vanished back into her mouth. The message she gave was unmistakable.
She wanted him. Worse than anything else in the whole Goddamn world, she wanted him. And she wouldn't leave this room until she got all of him.
"Come here, girl. My cock's waiting for you!"
"In a second. Peter. When I'm finished." She allowed the oil to slowly flow over the curve of her ass. Not wanting to rub it in yet, she let it coat her satiny flesh, turning it into slippery mountains of assmeat.
"Now!" he bellowed as he lunged for her. He slid across the room and actually grabbed her leg. But the oil was working for her now.
She was able to slip away easily.
As fast as a flash, Caroline was straddling his back. Her fingers slid around his body and found his prick. She stroked up and down his cock several times before he was able to toss her off.
Then it was her turn to be pinned down by his weight. Peter jammed himself between the blonde woman's legs and stuffed his prick back into her cunt. He began fucking her in the missionary position.