"Yeah," I gasped, "that's a real nice tool you got there, boy. I really love it. Now fuck me with it. Fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked. Fuck me fast and hard, and don't stop for anything. Not even if my husband comes home."
"Husband!!!" he yelped.
Bad move there, I told myself, but too late. I was in no mood to stop now.
"Don't worry, he's not coming home. What do you think I am… a fool? Now fuck me!!!"
And I raised my hips up off him, pulled almost the entire way off, until his glans was sticking just inside the rim of my pussy hole, and then, just as I felt him getting a little restless and nervous, making noise about getting out of the apartment, I let myself slam back down on him… hard and fast, driving his cock in a straight line right through me.
I screamed, but so did he.
I pulled off his cock again, and this time, I didn't wait as long before slamming myself back down on him.
And I tried to fall back onto his cock with even more force this time than before.
I screamed again.
"Oh God! Yes. Oh God yes!! Split me wide open!!"
I did it again. And again. I started to find a rhythm that he seemed to be able to plug into, and as we both began to match thrust for thrust, he seemed to forget my comment about my husband.
Up and down on that cock, splashing cunt juice all over the throbbing shaft.
I couldn't stand it, it was so delicious. I thought I'd lose my mind.
For the first time since I'd moved to New York, I wasn't bored… or lonely…
I was hot… and getting laid… and it was a nice feeling.
Harder… harder… harder…
Up and down.
The two of us moving together.
Cock… cunt… melting into each other.
Blending.
Merging.
The sensations getting stronger… stronger… more and more delicious… more excruciatingly delightful.
I was screaming now… screaming so hard that I couldn't even think.
I felt him come.
It didn't matter… all that happened was that his cock squirted a bucket of cum into my box.
But it stayed just as hard as it was before.
And now, with all that added lubrication inside my cunt, I was able to fuck even faster… more furiously…
Harder!
Faster!
Over and over again…
Up and down… up and down… feeling my orgasm starting to build… knowing that I could fuck as long as I needed to fuck… knowing that I could fuck as hard as I wanted to… that I could come as long as I wanted to come.
The first wave hit like the marines on Iwo Jima.
I exploded.
I soared.
I was shattered into thousands of tiny, quivering pieces.
My mind turned to smoke.
All that I had left was sensation… endless streamers of sensation, somehow loosely formed into some kind of human shape.
But I wasn't human.
I was an animal.
I was nothing but mindless lust… mindless, insatiable lust.
I was a cunt.
I lived for my cunt.
I thought with my cunt.
My cunt was my reason for existing… and stuffing it with this cock became the single most important thing that I'd ever done, or would ever be likely to do.
Welt look, when you're in the middle of an orgasm like I was having, you kind of develop a different standard of values.
The first wave subsided, but it was immediately replaced with another, building to a crest more powerful than the previous… and when that broke, there was another… right behind it… and another… and another… and another…
I couldn't stop.
I didn't want to stop.
I just kept on fucking… harder… harder… faster… faster…
His cock driving in and out…
His hips rolling up at me… rolling back away from me, only to thrust the other way again, and drive his cock back into me…
I have no idea how long I'd have been able to keep it up.
Quite possibly the rest of the night… maybe all the next day.
It's an interesting question.
I may try to answer it some day. That night, however, I was unable to reach a natural end to my fucking… and so I really wasn't able to determine how long I could have gone.
You see… Hunter prevented us from continuing.
I never heard him come in.
The first thing I knew about it was a foot slamming up into my asshole… a hard driving kick.
It was a mean, nasty blow… one that sent a wave of sickening pain shooting through my body.
It shot me forward, causing me to spill off his cock, and tumble over onto the floor.
He looked up, and then, he started to whimper and babble incoherently.
His cock had turned a deep blue.
It was still just as stiff, however.
And I have to say, it was beautiful, despite the fact that at that moment, I realized that it may welt have cost me my life.
"Hurter," I said. "I didn't think you were coming back tonight."
"Apparently not."
He looked down at the boy… whose name, I realized all at once, I hadn't even bothered to remember.
"You go ahead and get dressed," Hunter said, "and if you can get it alt done and get your ass and alt trace of your ass out of here in five minutes… I'll let you live. Sound fair enough?"
The guy wasted no time.
I don't think I ever saw anyone move so fast… and then he was gone.
Hunter looked at me, looked me up and down, and then he said, "You have made me very disappointed, Marilyn. And I don't know what to do about it."
Then, reaching down, he grabbed a large hank of my hair and putted me to my feet. "But I think I might know a few places to start."
I was scared… but I'd been fucking so hard, I actually managed to work off some of the alcohol that was in me… and also, when you're real scared, convinced that your life might be in danger, your brain tends to sober up real fast, no matter what you've put in it.
Hunter, on the other hand, seemed to be slurring his words a little, and he seemed to be just a little bit unsteady on his feet.
"There's only one thing I want to say to you first, Hunter," I said to him, making my voice just as soft and sexy as I could.
"What?"
It was a moment's hesitation, but that's all I needed. I was crazy. Therefore, anything was possible.
I rammed my knee up into his groin, and he went down.
I did it again, just to make sure he wouldn't be moving for a while.
Then, I got dressed, packed enough clothes to fill a small suitcase, emptied his wallet, and caught a cab for the airport. Sludge Falls was looking damn good.
PART THREE
No one told me that Hunter was back in town.
That's because no one knew.
I'd talked to his mother and father, and they'd been sorry to hear that it didn't work out, but they told me that they'd pretty much given up on him a long time ago.
"Well… you could have told me about it before now," I said.
"Girl, if you wouldn't listen to your own mother, you damn sure wouldn't have listened to us, would you?"
I had to admit that they were right.
They didn't have much more than that to say to me, other than they wished me the best and would I please not bring Hunter around if he should come back to town?
"You mean…?"
"Look, girl. You said it, not us. That boy's bad, and he's bad clear through. Ain't nothing for it but to shut the bastard out, and if you're smart, that's what you'll do."
I took them seriously, of course, but of course, I didn't really think that there was anything that I needed to worry about. Hunter might want to follow me back, but I'd already gone to court to file for a divorce, and there wasn't much that he could do now.
If he was to come and start pestering me, I could just send the county sheriff after him.