"I don't understand. Most men…"
"Most men don't have you as inspiration," he declared. "Seeing that lovely, trim, naked body of yours is enough to give a statue a hard-on. How can any guy possibly see you, blonde and naked and lovely, and not want to fuck?"
"But seven times?"
"Seven times or a million, what's the difference? I'm still horny and I want to fuck you again."
His hand drifted to her snatch. She groaned as the familiar surges of desire raced into her belly. His fingers probed and sought out all the right places. She hadn't believed it possible that she could want more. He had fucked her in every room of the house. When he had bent her over the range in the kitchen, turned on the burners just inches away from her tits and then fucked her from behind, she thought he was some sort of sadistic beast.
The more they had fucked in that position, the more turned on she got. The idea of being so near to danger made her juices flow. She had come as hard as she ever had. The orgasm had been stupendous and had rattled her teeth – and left her begging for more.
Charlie was the man to give it to her. She doubted his reasoning about her being so damned beautiful that any man couldn't resist. Candy knew that Stan was more than willing to fuck once and that was it. He was dead for the night. He was content to simply roll over and go to sleep.
Not Charlie. His finger diddled across her clit and stirred it back into a full erection. Tiny electrical jolts of stark pleasure blasted into her cunt. She felt the sluggish juices begin to flow again. It didn't take more than a minute for her cunt to overflow from the flood of cunt oil.
"Ummm, ohhh!" she moaned. "Oh, please, Charlie! Don't fuck me again. I mean it, dammit! I'm sore!"
"You never complained before. But then you never freely allowed me to fuck you this many times before. I really like the change in you. You're willing to go along with a lot more stuff now."
"Yes, yes," she sighed, wondering if she should tell him she wasn't the woman he married. Candy decided this wasn't the time or place. His finger penetrated her puffy cunt lips and soared all the way up into her cunt.
His agile finger began stroking along her velvet hung pussy walls. The feel of his surging finger made her catch her breath. Her passions were building up, but she hadn't been playing hard to get when she said she didn't think she could take his prick in her cunt again. She was sore from the fucking. Never had she taken a man's prick so many times.
Her mind drifted. She tried to figure out how much cock she had gotten that night. He was about eight inches long and he would give her fully a hundred or more strokes before coming. Eight hundred inches of cock. But he had screwed her seven times already. Fifty-six hundred inches of demanding, hard-fucking cock.
"Five hundred feet!" she cried out, finally coming up with the right number.
"What?" he said dreamily.
Charlie's attention was fixed firmly on the blonde-furred triangle of her pussy mound. His palm pressed firmly into it, crushing her pubic bone down hard against his finger. This wasn't as good as having a cock in her dripping cunt, but it still turned her on.
"Never mind," she said.
At least five hundred feet of cock she had gotten tonight alone. If she stayed in this man's bed, she would have miles and miles of hard-driving cock by the end of a year!
"Then let's cut out the talk and get it on."
He rolled on top of her, his muscled chest crushing her tits flat. She tried to struggle and evade him. It did no good. She felt his prick pressing hotly into the side of her leg. His mouth sought out hers and his tongue forced open her lips. She felt herself slowly yielding to his demands.
After all, she wanted what he wanted, too! His tongue stroked along the rough, pink edge of hers. Not content with this, he began to suck her tongue into his mouth. She eagerly allowed her tongue to invade his mouth. Instantly she was trapped. His teeth fastened on the tip of her tongue and his sucking made sure she wasn't going to move easily.
He teased and tormented the tip of her tongue with his. She forgot all about how sore she was between her legs. Let him fuck her up the pussy again. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the easing of her intense sexual needs.
He released her tongue and moved along the line of her jaw. She breathed heavily now. Her earlobes were especially sensitive. He seemed to know this. His teeth bit gently into one. He began sucking on it, toying with his tongue. When he began fucking her ear with his cock-hard tongue, she came.
The climax was almost painful for her. No longer was it simply a release. She felt her tired body protesting even as the intense sensations ripped through her mind. The woman could hardly breathe. She felt her tits rising and falling heavily, jiggling and dancing on her chest. She wished this would end so she could get some sleep. Candy began to understand why her twin sister was so uptight over Charlie's sexual needs.
But she could match him. She wasn't going to allow any man to wear her out. His insatiable appetites had to come from the fact that Mandy was such a prude. Candy couldn't believe that her sister would allow Charlie to fuck her all night long like this. Maybe once or twice and that would be it.
"Your cock!" she called out. "It-it's still hard!"
"Of course it is, sweetie. I want to stuff it all the way up your fuck tunnel, too. I know you're wet and ready for me."
"No, I'm not kidding, Charlie. You'll hurt me!"
"Hmnmm, guess you might be a little sore. Been a long time since we fucked like this. Too long, in fact. How about me fucking your tits?"
"What?"
The woman didn't know if she had heard him right or not. The blood hammered in her ears and drowned out much of what he said. She was still aroused, but found it increasingly difficult to handle her own emotions.
"You know, fuck your little titties. Well, not so little. Let me get them ready."
He licked around the rim of her ear. She melted then and there. Her ears were so sensitive she could get off on a man's tonguing them. As he traced along the hollow of her ear and went toward her throat, she came again. The skin along her shoulders and neck was throbbing with desire. She got off easily whenever a man used the right techniques.
Charlie was doing everything just right.
She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn't. Not as long as he managed to keep her passions at a fever pitch. She was constantly on the brink of coming. Never in her life had she found a man who could do it like Charlie was doing it to her. Every single more was calculated to turn her on just a little bit more. She would have thought he was some sort of monster except that he thought so much about her needs.
He licked from the hollow of her throat down to the deep canyon between her tits. The huge mounds of titflesh danced a merry jig as she sucked in deep breath after breath. Outlining the base of her left boob with his tongue, he finished up and circled around the other knocker. His rough tongue sent tremors earthquaking into the blonde's chest.
She came harder than before. Candy tried to control her runaway emotions and couldn't. She hated herself for being so weak. This man was playing with her. He was trying to get off on every little thing he did. She wanted to make it more difficult for him and couldn't do it. She was coming hard.
"Ummm, oh, ohhh! Goddamn, Charlie, how do you do these things to me? I never found a man who could turn me on this way!"
"So how many other men have you jumped into the sack with?" he demanded, his tongue laying her trembling flesh. "You were a virgin on our wedding night. God knows, you wouldn't come across before we were married."
Candy felt a cold shiver pass through her. She had always wondered if her twin had been a virgin on her wedding day. Now she knew the truth. But she was supposed to be Mandy. And she had just committed a major mistake.
"You… you seem like so many men, Charlie," she stammered. "It's like going to bed with the whole Goddamn Army!"