"Jesus," he groaned. "Oh Jesus. Oh you sweet, sucking bitch! Drink it! Jesus, drink itttt!"
He bucked forward with his hips and his hot cream began spurting into her mouth. He heard the sounds of her quick swallowing as she tried to take all of his thick cream into her throat without choking. Her head bobbed back and forth quickly and her sweet lips sucked his hot prick dry. He felt her tongue on his rigid flesh as the last of his cum spurted. Her tongue quickly ran up and down his rod and she nibbled at his sensitive crown with her sharp teeth.
He could feel his balls growing hot again. Damn, but she really knew how to get him going. He had never before gotten so aroused so quickly, and now she was making him hot again.
"You sweet sucking bitch," he groaned. "You're crazy as hell. You get me hot and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"That's what I want," she said.
She kept working on his flesh and she kept it from going soft. She sucked the hot pole back into her mouth, using her tongue and teeth on his flesh. He grew harder.
"Bitch," he groaned, "Goddamn cock sucking bitch!"
He reached up and turned on the water. He pulled her to her feet and crushed her against him. One of his hands gripped her ass and his fingers played with her crack.
"Shit," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"That's exactly what I want," she moaned. "I'm so hot! If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to die."
He picked her up easily and carried her back into the bedroom. He put her down on the bed and made her spread her legs open wide. He put one hand between her legs. She felt his fingers gently teasing her cunt entrance.
"Oh no," she protested. "I want your cock. I want your big hot cock in my pussy!"
"You shameless bitch," he said, grinning. "That's what you're going to fucking get!"
He jumped on top of her. He thrust brutally and his prick spread apart the lips of her cunt and entered deep inside. She groaned in passion and put her arms around his back. She began rubbing her titties against his chest.
"Fuck me hard," she begged him. "Fuck me really hard!"
"All right, bitch," he grunted.
He pulled back and then slammed his prick into her again. He began to thrust as hard as he could. She heard the wet sounds his cock made each time he entered her, and that turned her on even more. She twisted her ass from side to side and humped up to meet his long cock. She was somehow getting his big prick inside her deeper with his every thrust.
"Get it inside me deeper," she moaned. "Oh, put that big fucking stick in my pussy!"
"Raise your legs," he told her. "Raise your legs and wrap them around my back. I'll put my Goddamn fucking cock in your fucking cunt mouth!"
His every word made her hotter. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back. She squeezed her thighs as tightly as she could. She felt his big dick slipping deeper into her cunt. It felt like it was coming put of her mouth.
"I love it!" she screamed. "I've never had a cock that felt like yours! I love your big dick!"
He fucked her harder and faster and she could feel the fires in her belly growing hotter and her pussy was wetter than it had been before.
"I'm going to come!" she cried out loud. "I'm coming! I love your fucking big dick! I love ittttt!"
She scratched his back bloody with her fingernails, but he didn't seem to mind. She had never felt such a powerful orgasm. It made every nerve in her body tense. It left her weak, trembling, and sobbing.
"Oh my God, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to pour my dim in you again. Sweet bitch. Sweet bitch! Sweet bitch!"
She was still coming as his jism pumped into her. She held him tighter and worked her ass back and forth so that her pussy milked his thick, throbbing rod of every creamy drop.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned. "It's never been like that before. It's never, never been like that!"
"For me either," he said.
He held her as the shivers kept going through her body. It was so nice that she never wanted him to let her go. Never! She knew that she had finally found out what a woman is supposed to feel like when a real man fucks her silly.
CHAPTER NINE
Lynn was thinking about Scott. She had stepped out of the shower and perfumed and powdered herself and slipped into a comfortable blue robe. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought of how Scott would love the way the blue robe revealed every luscious curve of her body. She had the robe unbuttoned down the front low enough so that there was plenty of creamy flesh visible.
"Scott would break his cock looking at me," she said out loud.
It pleased her that a man thought of her that way. A real man like Scott. She felt that itchy warmth between her thighs that happened each time she thought of him. Damn, she missed him. He had only been away for three days on a business trip, but already she was suffering. It was almost enough for her to think about marriage. It would be nice being married to Scott but she was afraid to make the final decision. She had already lost one husband. Maybe she wasn't enough woman to hold a man? Lynn was startled out of her thoughts as she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart began hammering as she thought that it might be Scott coming back earlier than he was expected. She hurried down the stairs and opened the front door. She was shocked by who she found standing on her steps.
Her husband.
"Hello Lynn," he said. "I'm not here to bother you. I just wanted to pick up some things I left."
"Of course," she said. "I already packed the clothes you left. They're in the guest room."
"Thank you," he said.
It was funny but he felt like a stranger toward her. He followed her into the house and it was like having someone she didn't know following her. She led him into the guest room where she had packed all of his clothes and stored them in two big suitcases.
"You didn't take much with you when you left," she said to him.
"No," he answered. "I guess I didn't."
"You must have been in a big hurry to get away, Bill," she said. "You must have really hated me."
"I didn't hate you," Bill said quickly. He looked nervous and pale as he ran his hand though his curly hair. "It wasn't anything like that."
"What was it then?"
"I was bored, I guess."
"Bared with me?"
"It wasn't only you," Bill said quickly. "It was my life. Everything about my life. Nothing exciting ever seemed to happen to me. I was desperate to find a change in my life. It wasn't you, honestly. There was nothing wrong with you. I was just slowly dying from being in the same place all the time."
"Bullshit," Lynn said.
He looked at her with a sudden startled expression. Lynn realized he'd never heard her speak like that. She had never spoken a curse word when she had lived with him. Lynn almost laughed out loud. He would have to get used to the changes in her. A woman couldn't be expected to stay the same after her husband had left her. He would simply have to get used to the difference.
"What do you mean?" Bill asked.
"Bullshit," Lynn said again. "You weren't looking for a change. You were looking for a fresh piece of ass. That's all. A little strange stuff to poke your meat into. Being bored didn't have a Goddamned thing to do with anything."
He was really looking shocked, now. He had turned a pale color and he was trembling. His eyes stared at her in a new kind of way. She realized she hadn't buttoned her robe back and a flush of excitement went through her. It was odd that she could feel excited from being stared at by her own husband. They had been to bed together many times. He knew every delicious inch of her body. But somehow he was looking at her as if he had never looked at her before.