Sobbing outwardly and whimpering for him to take her to climax, she arched her back once more. She swung her legs around him, her entire body becoming a wiggling snake, writhing and twisting beneath him. She was crazed with desire. Whimpering cries escaped from her throat as he continued to feed the flames that engulfed her.
"You're torturing me!" she ranted, her nails breaking the skin of his back. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
His own passion was growing and he knew he couldn't keep this torture up much longer. He eased his prick, out and slammed it back in again, reveling in the glow of her eyes. He did it over and over, a slow easy pull back, followed by a hard violent slam forward. His cock ached so much he thought it would burst. Tiny explosions erupted behind his eyes, each time he whacked her body with his cock.
"Unnggggg!" she growled, thrashing at him when he pulled back, her only moment of free movement. She tried with all of her strength to start the ride that would bring her out of this cruel subjection. It was no use. She was defeated, her mind spinning, seeing insanity only moments away.
Darin saw the pained frantic expression on her face. He gave her three hard fast jabs in rapid succession, making her believe there was hope of satisfaction.
"Yesssss!" she wailed. "Yesssss!" She humped like a machine until he stopped, his prick buried to the hilt, his hips driving her clit into his groin.
Joanne's mind teetered on the edge, then snapped. She went berserk, like a wild woman. She fought him, her body drawing on her passion for strength. She bucked, trying to get his cock to go in and out of her cunt to give her some friction. Sobbing and whimpering, she churned and twisted, clawed and humped, her goal – to get off, climax, pop her pent-up load.
Darin eased up slightly, allowing her space to carry out her wild gyrations. He rode her, relishing the pressure and pleasure she was squeezing on his cock. He felt his control diminishing. He slammed into her, knocking the hot bitch back on the bed.
"Now we'll fuck," he snarled.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed. "Fuck! Fuck!" She was hysterical.
Darin eased his cock out to the tip, tormenting her for a second longer. With one swift lunge, he sliced it back into her cunt. Instead of stopping, he repeated his plunges, picking up speed with each hard furious stab of his cock.
"Agghhh!" Joanne screamed. "Yessss!" She lashed back at him, matching stroke for stroke, passion for passion, and power for power. She lifted her legs high in the air, her cunt angled for maximum depth.
Darin utilized her position, jamming his cock deeper, ripping into her in a mindless barrage of repetitious slams.
"Baby! Baby!" he growled like a bear. No longer concerned with her gorgeous face or how she looked when he stabbed her, he fell on top of her, crunching her tits against him and pinning her to the bed. His hands raked down her sides to her ass. In a swift motion, he brought his hands under her humping quivering ass and grabbed her fleshy cheeks.
"Unnnnnhhhh," Joanne choked. The passion in her body became almost unendurable. "Finger meeeeee! You fucking P.I."
In his fogged clouded mind, Darin heard her scream. Slamming his prick into her, he inched along her jiggling ass and sought out her crack. Faster and faster, he pounded her, his hands parting her ass, his fingers finding the tiny butt crack.
"Now!" she screamed, ready to feel his finger plugging her ass as he tortured her pussy with his magnificent dick.
He jammed his finger inside, plunging it to the knuckle. Her asshole clamped around his finger and he squiggled it, feeling his own cock through the thin membrane as he fucked her and himself to their orgasm.
"I love it! Rip me open! Fuck me!" She was out of her mind. She banged up at his cock, then pushed back at his scraping finger in her ass and ground her clit into his hairy hard groin.
He screwed his finger into her quivering jerking ass with vicious stabs, matched only by the power of his thrusting cock. His head was reeling and he knew that he was ready to burst his wad.
Joanne was caught between his driving dick and his plunging fingers and loving it. She was delirious, riding the crest of her passion as she raced toward her climax.
Darin smashed his groin at her twisting jerking body, forcing his cock into the depths of her gulping pussy with the pent-up fury of watching her with the other men.
"Fuck me, Darin. Fuck me!"
"Yeaaaaaaa!" he screamed, his word muffled by her sweaty taut neck. His hips became a hammer, his cock the nail as he drove it into her gaping cunthole.
Her cunt exploded, drenching his shaft with a frothy cream that glazed his pounding shaft and sloshed inside her pussy. Her twat began to pulse a steady staccato of beats, bringing his swelling cock quickly to the long awaited peak.
Darin knew it and soared into bliss as his cock exploded like a spewing volcano, filling and drenching her sucking pussy with a stream of thick white bubbling cum.
"I'm cominggggg!" he screamed in unison with her declaration of joy. "I'm cominggg!"
They slammed at each other, their climaxes turned them into mindless animals bent on satisfying their lustful need. Their sweaty naked bodies slapped noisily at each other, their cum and juice squished inside her cunt with each jab of his dick, and their screams all blended together in an erotic collage of resounding bliss.
The bed seemed ready to collapse as Joanne's soupy pussy gulped his cum and pulsed on his cock, driving him insane as he continued to squirt his cream into her body. "More! More!" she howled desperately, wanting to suffer for the things she had done. "Hurt me! Hurt me!"
Her screams for abuse were lost to him. His mind was blocked as he pounded her until all of his strength was sapped from his body. He stopped, his dick inside her, his body twitching spastically on top of her gorgeous body.
"Darin," she groaned, jerking at him, the last remnants of her orgasm escaping her pussy as her mind became numb and her body began to ache with the violence it had just encountered. "Ohhhhhh, Darin!"
He rolled off her, his limp cock slipping out of her pussy. Silently, he stood up and looked down at her. "You win. I won't say a word to your husband. Not a word. I'll tell him you were faithful." He began to dress.
"I didn't do it for that reason," she sobbed.
"Why, then?"
"To get even with Brad. I want him to pay for not trusting me."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes."
"Hell, he'll never know and you can start all over again."
"I want him to know!" she shouted. "I want him to know!"
"Then you tell him. I quit!" He finished dressing and went out the door, leaving Joanne sobbing on the bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joanne checked the clock on the nightstand, the detective's words still ringing in her brain. He wouldn't tell Darin and she could start all over again, pretend nothing had ever happened. She sat in front of her vanity mirror, finishing the last touches of her make-up.
"No!" she said determinedly. "We're going to have it out if it's the last thing I do!" She knew she couldn't live with herself, hiding her adulterous affairs from Brad the rest of her life and she couldn't live with Brad if he couldn't trust her. She had to do this! She had to!
After calling Brad this morning, she figured he should be storming through the front door soon. She was nervous, but she was going to tell Brad everything!
She fixed her mouth, spreading her lipstick on thick, highlighting her ivory skin. The dark eyeshadow added mystery to her face. With her hair in long red curls, she looked like a hooker out of a western saloon.
She pulled the black net stockings up her long slender legs, hooking each stocking with the red lacy garter belt that contrasted with the black crotchless panties she was wearing. She slipped on her bra, a matching black lace half bra that lifted her tits in a shelf of lace, her nipples peeking out invitingly.