"Move that ass," Brad commanded. "Start moving it, cunt!"
She started moving her ass from side to side, and then humping back to meet his thrust. She could feel his big cockhead trying to dig deeper into her belly with every thrust. She felt his big hands going around her and cupping her round tits roughly. She felt him jerking her back a little harder so that his prick threatened to rip her in two.
"That's it, bitch," Brad told her. "That's the way to move that big ass! That's the way!"
"Oh my God," she whispered softly.
There was something exciting about the degrading position he had put her in. There was something lewd about doing it standing up, with him thrusting in from behind her. His prick seemed to fill her hot pussy as she hadn't been filled before. She felt like she was being used and she actually liked the feeling. The thought of being used by a man sent ripples of pleasure all through her body. She wanted this to last forever.
She suddenly felt him pulling his big cock out of her snatch and stepping away from her. Her first frantic thought was that he was done, that he was going to leave her hanging. But she turned her head and she saw his thick prick still waving rigidly.
"Don't stop," she begged him.
"Ahhh," Brad said. "You're not such a stuffy, proud bitch now, are you? Not after you've had a little feel of Brad's big prick. How come you're not looking at me like I'm dirt anymore?"
"Oh please," she whispered. "I don't care what you think of me. I need your cock! Don't stop!"
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'm not going to stop. Get up on the cot and spread your pretty legs."
Now she knew what he wanted. She scrambled up on the cot and lay down on her back. She spread her pretty thighs and let him gaze directly into her wet snatch. He licked his lips. His big, meaty cock looked as if it was growing bigger.
"You've got a beautiful cunt," Brad said. "Just beautiful. It makes a man want to fuck you all day long!"
"Come on and fuck me then!" she begged.
He crushed her with his weight as he dropped down on top of her. He put his hands underneath her and lifted up her asscheeks. He slammed his cock deep into her cunt. She gasped as she felt his brutal thrust, and then a second brutal thrust.
"Cunt!" he said. "I'm going to show you what fucking's all about! I'm going to fuck your big ass off!"
"Oh yessss," she cried.
Brad was fucking her like a wild man. He was angry at her for all the times she had snubbed him. He wanted to show her what she had been missing. He gripped her sweet big as tightly and he tried to drive her right though the bed with his thick cock. He loved the feeling of her hard, pointy nipples rubbing his chest. He knew that meant she was turned on, and that he was doing it to her.
"You fucking cunt," he moaned. "You sweet cunt! I'm going to tear your big ass off!"
"Yes," Lynn cried. Lynn had completely abandoned all her moral thoughts as she raised off the bed to meet his thrusting prick. "I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard! I love your big dick!"
She squeezed her cunt walls on his thick cock, and she could sense the excitement that went through him. She remembered what John had liked. She slipped her hand between them and she found his heavy balls. She started gently squeezing them.
"You cunt," Brad cried. "Jesus, you cunt!"
He went crazy. He started stabbing his fat dick into her pussy as hard as he could. She felt the swelling of his prickhead and his first leaking juices.
"I'm going to fill your fucking cunt," he yelled. "I'm going to pour my jism in your pussy!"
She raised up to meet his thrust once more as she felt the warm spurting of his jism. He spurted into her twice and filled her cunt with his cock cream. She moved her ass on the bed. She moved back and forth so that her cunt was milking his cock of every drop. She felt the tension at the base of her spine.
"I like your cock," she squealed. "I'm going to come with you! I'm going to come! That feels sweet! That feels so sweeetttt!"
She'd been lucky. She felt his thick cock growing limp just as she flooded his prick with her juices. He moved back and forth a couple of times but then his wet cock slipped out of her. She breathed a sigh. She wished he had enough to make her come a couple of more times. But Brad was too out of shape, and he was already getting dressed.
"You were pretty damn good," Brad told her. "I like the way you shake your ass!"
She felt tears stinging her eyes as she started to get dressed. She was feeling bad over the way she had acted. She couldn't hide the fact that she had loved his cock. She also couldn't hide the fact that he had made her come.
Even a man like Brad had made her come.
She realized she was getting to be fair game for any horny man in the neighborhood.
CHAPTER THREE
Lynn was late arriving at the party. Lynn hadn't wanted to come at all but John and Trish had convinced her that a party would be good for her. They convinced her that it was time to quit fretting over being an abandoned wife. At their party she could meet new friends, especially men friends. And she could have a good time and shake off her bad mood.
Lynn was wearing her most expensive evening dress since the party was formal. The dress was a long baby blue clinging thing that hugged every curve. The gown dipped low in front so that it looked like her tits would fall out at any minute.
"Lynn, darling," Trish said, as she met her at the door. "I'm so glad you could come."
Trish was a blue-eyed blonde, who wore an evening dress of black knit and no bra. Her tits were small but firm and Lynn could see her big brown nipples underneath the material. Lynn wondered why John strayed when he had something like Trish at home.
"I almost changed my mind," Lynn said.
"I'm glad you didn't. You look positively delicious. And you also look like you could use a drink. You'll find John in the kitchen making some. I have to circulate."
Trish gave Lynn a sisterly kiss on the cheek and then went off to circulate among her guests. Lynn had always been a little jealous of the easy way that Trish met people. Trish had a way of turning men's heads. Not just because she was beautiful, but because she made a man feel as if he was the most important person in the world.
Lynn was starting to feel miserable. This was the first party she'd ever been to by herself. She felt like everybody was looking at her with pity. Except a few of the men. Some of them were looking at her as if they were hunters and she was some kind of animal that they were going after. Lynn licked her dry lips. She sure could use that drink.
Lynn didn't speak to anyone as she hurried into the kitchen. She sighed as she saw that John was alone.
"I could sure use something strong," she said.
John looked amused as he handed her a drink. His eyes wandered over her. She felt herself blushing although she didn't know why she should. John had already seen everything. Lynn blushed even redder as she remembered that time on her bed.
"What are you thinking?" John said.
"Oh," she said, sipping at her drink. "Nothing."
"You were thinking about us," John said. John stepped close and put his strong arms around her waist. Immediately she felt breathless. John was such a good looking man. Tonight he didn't look like any construction worker she'd ever seen. He had on an expensive angora sweater that made his chest looked wider. He had on expensive brown trousers and a pair of brown shoes. She could smell his expensive after-shave as he pulled her close.
"Yes," she admitted. "I was thinking about us."