He pressed closer to her, his lips finding hers and kissing them deeply as he thrilled to the gently yielding warmth of her body, the living richness of her mouth, the animal nature of her that lurked so close to the surface, always waiting to be turned loose by just such things as he was giving her now. Celia was a true sexual being, always amazing him with the depths of her sensual passion, taking his breath away with her squirming body and her burning soul.
"Aw, shit, Baby, I don't want to go out to a movie," he mumbled into the fragrance of her long, silky hair. "I want to stay here and screw."
She pushed him away suddenly. "There! That's what I mean. You've lost any feeling of romance. How do you think a girl likes to hear something like that? Can't you be a little more subtle?"
The anger rose suddenly within him. "No, Goddamn it!" he yelled, his face going red. "I can't! I haven't got it in me, and I haven't got the time."
She opened her mouth to scream at him, but he did not give her the chance. Grabbing her roughly and grappling her body with his strong arms, he threw her onto her back on the couch and covered her mouth with him, his full, sensuous lips demanding total compliance. His fully charged erection throbbed against her body.
"No," she mumbled. "No, Scott, not this way."
It was too late. He was bound to have her, and he would take her on his terms, savagely, unremittingly. Pinning her around the neck with one big hand, Scott drew back, his trunk and legs holding down the lower portion of her body. With his free hand, he grabbed the front of her blouse. One sudden, brutal yank tore the buttons loose. They went flying in all directions, and Celia let out a sharp cry of dismay.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth," Scott ordered. "I'll buy you a new one, better than this rag."
"Please, Scott. Please don't do it this way," Celia begged. There was less conviction in her voice than before, and he knew she was becoming aroused despite her fear and loathing of his rapacious action. His constantly thrusting pelvis against her vulnerable loins was having its effect, and she writhed salaciously beneath his sweating body.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck meeeeeeeeeee now!"
Celia watched as Scott drew his long, vein covered penis out into the light. It was huge, and she caught her breath at the sight of it, just as she always did. Her eyes burned with hot desire, and she flared her nostrils, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of male sweat and pungent dried urine. Her mouth watered for the taste of that gigantic organ of his, and she licked her lips lewdly as she stared at it.
"You want it, don't you?" Scott whispered, his voice husky with lustful passion. "You want to suck it just like a calf after it's mother's tit."
She nodded her head dumbly, her eyes never leaving the hardening organ of lust. She had to have it or she would die.
"Maybe I'll let you eat on it, and maybe I won't. Before I decide, I want you naked, completely naked. Hurry up."
"Yes, Scott, oh, yeeeeeeeeeees!" she hissed, her body trembling with lewd excitement. She pulled up her short skirt and undid her garters. Pushing her stockings down over her long, tapering legs, she felt the sheer softness of the nylons caressing her sensitive flesh and pretended to herself that they had been made specifically to tease and excite her to further arousal. She pulled her stockings off over her toes. Next she turned her back to him. "Unhook my skirt for me," she whispered.
Celia giggled, turning to him and grinning down at him. "That's exactly what it is. It keeps me for you, Babe. Every time I see some guy I think is hunky, this little elastic pantie keeps me from spreading my legs for him. Don't you like that?"
"Shit no," Scott said, shaking his head. "You ought to be gettin' as much as you can. It's a new age. You're entitled. All women are. Believe me, I get what I can where I can, and you should do the same."
Hooking her thumbs under the top of the elastic pantie girdle, Celia began to worm it down over her wide, lush hips, twisting them from side to side seductively as she did so. As she moved the garment downward, she could see Scott's erection growing more and more pronounced. It jerked with lewd excitement. As her sizzling slit came into view, he gazed at it in open adoration.
"Man, oh man!" he whispered. "That is one beautiful pussy."
"I'm naked," Celia said. "What are you going to do about it now?"
Scott felt his pulse quicken at her saucy response. It was as if Celia had suddenly decided to take control of the situation. That was what he liked about her. They could start out with what was nearly a rape on his part and before long the woman was so turned on that the lewdness of her nature took control of the scene and turned it into a fresh adventure for him. The hardening in his loins was almost unbearable. His cock ached with engorgement, and he longed for climax. It was too soon. He wanted to make it last, to feel the divine tingling of passion as long as he possibly could.
Getting up, his huge erection sticking out of his pants at an abrupt upward angle, he reached into his pants again and scooped out the hugely bloated eggs that were his balls. They flopped lewdly below his cock in their puckered hair-studded sac, and he saw Celia's eyes widen at the sight of them.
"Oh, God," she mumbled in a half whisper, "they look like they're so full, and all of it's for me."
As though he were ignoring her, Scott strode over to the table and picked up a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, taking his time, sucking in on it, letting the match burn down before he shook it to death. He looked at her as though he were seeing her naked being for the first time, appraising her the way a sultan might a slave girl. Celia looked as if she were perturbed at his action, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Slowly, with sure fingers, he loosened the top of his pants. With one quick push he sent them downward to pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and then reached down to remove his socks, all the time looking at her with the same leering glimmer in his eyes.
Celia shivered, feeling twice as naked because of his stare. It was almost clinical, as if he could see right into her body and as if he knew how her heart was beating, how her body was excited and aroused beyond all belief. She wanted him so badly she thought she might die. His cock was so gigantic, and she knew how wonderful it felt going into her, quenching the deepest thirsts of her passion riddled, boy-loving body.
"Pleeeeeeeeease…" she pleaded, whining to him, holding her arms out toward him imploringly.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked suddenly, the smoke of his cigarette wreathing about his body as if he were being caressed by a ghost.
"What do you think, Baby?" she whispered, her voice low.
He snubbed out his cigarette and moved toward her like a tawny jungle cat in pursuit of prey. "I've got a few ideas," he said, his voice breaking with passion.
Grabbing her by her naked shoulders, he pushed her down onto the sofa. Her legs opened wide of their own accord, and her eyes closed. "Eat me," she crooned softly. "Put your mouth to my twat and eat me out. Pilllllllleeeeeeeease!"
"No way, Honey," he snapped suddenly. Grabbing her by the hair, he jerked her head. Her eyes flew open. She stared up at him fearfully. "What? What do you mean?"
"Not until you do it to me. You eat me, Bitch, and do it good." His lips were twisted in a cruel grin, and again he jerked at her hair sadistically.
Celia focused her eyes on the hugeness that was his cock. It was like ripe fruit, waiting for her soft, succulent mouth to taste it. She could see a large drop of clear precum oozing from its dark slit, and she longed for the earthy taste of it. Now she could really smell the hot muskiness of his crotch, and she was excited beyond all reasonable belief.