"How lovely!" he panted. "How absolutely lovely." He lifted her in his arms and carried her the few steps to the bed. She felt the soft spread beneath her ass as he laid her down and kissed her from head to foot. Her body became a mass of luxurious shivers beneath his lips. He kissed her tits. He kissed her navel. He kissed her thighs. He kissed her pussy. He sucked quickly, striding a sudden spasm of pleasure through her. Then he stood up and began removing his own clothing. His cock reared up in shimmering splendor as he dropped his shorts and stood smiling down at her. The artist fingered his glowing cock fondly his eyes looking greedily over her lovely young body. She watched him pump his prick in preparation. She saw him swallow to cool the hot, dry feeling in his throat. She lay waiting as he stepped back to the bed and climbed in beside her.
"Mmmm," she sighed as his arms came about her, pulling her against him. "Ooohhh, you look like you're hung well enough to give a good fuck."
"Never had a complaint," he laughed. "Shit, I've fucked everything from chorus girls to generals' wives. Never had anything but thanks from them." He was all over her, his hands working wildly on her body. Her tits felt his rough passion as he pulled and rolled them about. Her pussy shuddered as a big finger came into the cunt-mouth and pressed demandingly on her clit. The blonde shuddered and reached her soft hands down his body until she was able to grasp his big, angry cock. She held it tightly, pushing the skin along the shaft and fingering his balls.
"Mmmm," she moaned as his intensity increased. "Mmmmm, you're getting me turned on awfully fast."
She was responding rapidly. Her pussy was pouring its lubricant along the tender passage. Her tits lunged against the hands that were driving them into such ecstasy. His thumb taunted her nipples as he fucked his finger along her pussy with increasing fervor.
"Baum!" he muttered. "You're a hot little cunt. You're about as hot as I am. Maybe we can take a long easy fuck later. Right now, I've got to get busy and blow off this big wad that's building in my balls."
"All right by me," Sheri panted in a husky voice. "I'm ready to fuck anytime you are."
She couldn't believe she was saying it! She couldn't believe it anymore than she could believe that she had let herself be fucked last night, any more than she could understand how she let herself be led to this apartment so meekly while she knew exactly why they were coming here. This wasn't like her, wasn't like her at all. This couldn't be the girl who got so frightened when Brent wanted to fuck. This was more like the Sheri of two years ago, the Sheri who lived to fuck her man. This was the old Sheri, the fusty Sheri. This was the Sheri who died that night that her lover never came home.
"Ooooo, God! Yes!" she cried to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Roy! I want to feel this big cock in me! Mmmmmmmm!"
He pulled her onto her tummy, then lifted her hips until she was resting on her knees. His legs came in between her own, the cock driving between her thighs from the rear. His hands reached around her, one grasping her tits, the other fingering back into her pussy and driving her clit into shivering insanity. The blonde gasped for breath as the warm flesh of the cock rammed up against the door of her cunt. His breath came into her ear, his tongue licking it. His teeth caught her lobe lightly, then dropped down to take a firmer bite into her neck.
"Ooooo!" she gasped, wagging her ass against him to urge him on. "Ooooo, God! You're driving me crazy! Get it in me! Give me a cuntful of prick!"
She would have a hickie after this. The way he had clamped his teeth into her skin was sure to leave a bruise, a blood blister. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered right now was to get some relief for her overcharged pussy. She felt the cock-head slip into her cunt. He slipped his hand out of her pussy and pressed from the outside, catching her clit in a maddening squeeze between his cock on the inside and his finger on the outside. The blonde felt her body going into orbit with ecstasy. She was thrashing about the bed, shoving her smooth ass back against him and rolling her swollen tits against his hand. She wanted him to get the hell on with it and fuck her!
"Ooooo!" he panted as he gave a powerful thrust of his cock and drove it fully into her pussy. "Ahhhhh! That gets it in there. Now I've got that cunt under control. Now all I have to do is ride this sweet ass and fuck till I drop."
"Damn right!" she gasped in response. "Just get to fucking, Roy! Ooooo! Ummmmm!"
The great thrusts of his cock ignited her passion to greater heights. Her pussy shuddered along the plunging shaft of his cock. She could hear the soft slashing sound of the hard prick splashing through the lubricant. She heard the little "pop" of suction every time he drew his cock back for another ecstatic plunge.
"Mmmmmm!" she panted, fighting for oxygen. "Ooh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yessssss!"
"I'm fucking you, princess," he growled from behind her. "I'm fucking the sweetest pussy I ever dipped my cock into. Damn! I never knew a cunt could feel so soft and sweet around my cock."
His prick slowly increased its tempo as she felt her body soaring in delight. The room whirled about her. The bed was off somewhere in space.
She felt suspended in time, existing only through the luscious movements of the wildly lunging cock. She felt her orgasm surge through her pussy. She felt the sudden intense shuddering along the passage of her aunt. Then the lights exploded about her. She could hear him panting and gasping behind her as his cock went after her pussy with unbelievable intensity. She was exploding in her climax when he unloaded his jizz into her. The touch of the cum along her pussy increased her exquisite passion. She felt that if she received one bit more of pleasure, she would die, she would absolutely die.
"Aaaa!" she shrieked, as she took the full force of his passion. "Oooooeeeee! Ride me! Fuck me! Aaaa!"
"Ohhhh, uh!" he panted. His cock was a red-hot knife as it tore through her cunt. "Uhhhhh!"
They shuddered together in the final spasms of their climax, them collapsed onto the bed. He lay still, his hand still on her tit, his finger still just on top of her cunt. They lay there and glowed from the spent passion. Sheri heard a door open. She heard footsteps, then the bedroom door open.
"Well!" a female voice gasped. The blonde looked up. A slender red-haired woman was in the doorway, starring at them. Her arms were filled with assorted packages. Roy wiled over on his back. He sighed heavily.
"Sheri," he finally said, "I'd like you to meet my wife."
CHAPTER THREE
The blonde girl stared wide-eyed at the smile on the face of the redhead. Roy's wife calmly deposited her packages in a chair and turned back towards the couple on the bed. Here it comes, the younger woman thought. Oh. God, here it comes! She started to protest her innocence. She was on the point of pleading that she didn't know the artist was married. A short glance about the bedroom, however, would have told anyone that this was not a man's bedroom, not unless Roy used those fancy colognes and creams on the dresser. No, a man's bedroom wouldn't have a negligee so carelessly hanging over the back of a chair, wouldn't have a closet of women's clothes and an open door off to the side. There was nothing she could protest. She had been so ready to be fucked that she never even bothered to wonder if he were married.
"I'm Kit," the slender woman told her as she began to unzip her dress. "I'm so glad you were willing to come by. I swear, you'd never believe what dogs my husband usually brings in here. How'd he ever manage to find a beauty like you?"