His cock was strange. It was enormous and covered with sharp-edged little spikes that tore at the tender walls of her cunt as he pounded it in and out faster and faster. He was a demon and she was a witch and they were fucking for the love of Satan.
She was about to explode with a bunting climax when Claire shook her awake.
"Hey… hey… wake up, Daph. You're having a nightmare."
"Huh? Oh… yeah, I'm all right… I think."
"It's time for dinner. C'mon."
"No, you go ahead. I… I don't feel very well."
"You better come down," Claire urged. "Unless I miss my guess, there's gonna be a lot of sex for dessert."
"Claire… please. Let's leave here… now," Daphne urged.
"You're crazy. Not on your fucking life. This place is great. You may only love one woman, but I love a lot… and men, too. And hell, a home, if they got one around here I can handle."
"Oh, Jesus, Claire, don't say that. Please don't say things like that," Daphne called after her, but the redhead was gone, laughing her way down the corridor.
Daphne lay back on the bed, fingers laced behind her head, her big, ice-blue eyes staring, unblinking at the overhead light and the crack in the ceiling.
She thought about Claire and then about her dream, and it made her hot all over again. She touched her knees and then ran her fingers up her thighs.
God, oh God, it was good. Her hands rested on the front of her legs, but in a few moments they slipped under her skirt.
Yes, yes! her mind screamed. If no one else will fuck you, fuck yourself!
Yes. How wonderful.
She wasn't thinking straight and she knew it. AU she had to do was go downstairs and any of them would be only too happy to fuck her. But they might hurt her. Tom had hurt her once. Hurt her very bad. She tried to remember it, but she couldn't. She had long ago blocked it from her mind.
Fuck yourself!
Her fingers toyed with the delicate skin of her cuntlips through her panties. She snaked two of them under the elastic crotchband and played with the light fuzz over her pussy-mound.
I should shave, she thought. It's been days.
She let a fingertip worm its way between the soft lips of her cunt. Then too it was good, too good to stop. Too wonderful not to complete.
Daphne sat up and swung her bare feet to the floor. She hurried to the door and locked it. She then moved back to the center of the room and stripped. She fondled her vast, overflowing jugs and smoothed her wide hips and nearly hairless pussy.
The bitch, she thought, the dumb, stupid bitch, not wanting to taste and eat such a good aunt as mine. All she wanted was her husband's big cock when he probably couldn't give her half the come I gave her with my mouth.
Daphne rolled the thick, pliable lips of her cunt between two fingers, savoring the intense, pulsing pleasure that charged up into her belly.
A spasm rattled her whole body as her juices started to flow from the quickly moistening opening.
Swiftly, she masturbated, plunging the two fingers of one hand in and out of her twat. Her hips, working rapidly, helped to bring on the scalding tongues of flame in her belly and in her cunt.
"There is no GOD!" she screamed. "There isn't if my life is like this. Oh, fuck, it's so good, but it could be so much better!"
She spurred herself on, convulsing as the liquid fire burned her veins and flowed out of her, painful yet sweet, cleansing her of all desire.
After a while, Daphne straightened, still in the throes of heated lust, and looked in the mirror at her big tits, shivering like jelly.
She was still beautiful. The rounded peaks of her firm tits stood up defiantly and she could look down through the canyon between them to the soft golden pussy triangle at the base of her belly.
She placed her palms under her full boobs and lifted them still higher until they stood out in two bullet-like cones. She held their nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She squeezed them gently into erection.
It was exciting to remember that Tom had done the same with his strong, warmly working fingers many times in the past. The recollection of it aroused her even more.
Her hands moved down from her tits to the smoothness of her stomach, through the soft sparse hair over her cunt.
Then she remembered. Tom had hurt her and she had liked it. She inserted the first two fingers of each hand in her cunt. Four fingers, clear to the last knuckle, up her scalded snatch. Then she started pulling, wider and wider and wider. Tears of pain popped out of her eyes.
Still wider.
It felt as if she were ripping her cunt apart.
It felt wonderful.
At the head of the bed there was a tiny table. She opened the top drawer. Surely they would have to have them in every room. It was an old house with undependable power.
She found one in the second drawer. It was a taper. Too thin. She dropped it back in the drawer and rushed to the bureau. She found another. This one was long, hard, and as thick as her wrist. She thanked her luck that it was not a stub, but a healthy thing almost a foot long.
She carried it back to her bed and lay on her back. At once she placed the candle against her cunt and, holding it in both hands, she pushed with a very slow but firm thrust. The candle slid into her cunt and she felt her labes suck around it before spreading to allow its passage.
"Yes…" She was surprised that she could speak at all. The pain was wild.
She pushed and the candle sank deeper in her hole. Soon, it was almost halfway into her box and she loved the waxy feeling as the walls of her cunt pressed around it.
"It hurts. Oh, Jesus, it hurts!" she cried out. "It feels like it's splitting my whole fucking body apart. It hurts like hell… I LOVE IT!"
Then she put a fist over her mouth and bit it. But the other hand kept pushing. Soon the candle was two-thirds of the way into her cunt and she came up against the base of her cervix. She paused, knowing there was no need to wait. The thing wasn't going to come for her. It wasn't alive. It wasn't a wonderful cock she had jammed inside her cunt.
She moved her hips and the candle shifted. Slowly, she flexed the cheeks of her ass and the candle was thrust a fraction of an inch deeper. She flexed again and then she braced her toes against the iron at the foot of the bed so she could get some traction.
Her hips came off the mattress and then she eased them down so that the candle was pushed hard into her cunt, and then allowed to slip out a few inches.
She did it again… and then again… and again.
Now she had the fuck-rhythm going with the candle plunging in and out of her cunt. She worked steadily for several minutes. She had to put all her mind to it before she could feel the stirring in the pit of her belly. She thrust again and again, grunting with the effort. She hoped her powerful body wouldn't snap the candle before she was finished and the wax cock had finally done its strange job.
Then her cunt was convulsing with orgasm. She heaved and gasped, loving the joy of the thing she was doing. She thrust the candle and clutched it with both hands throughout her climax.
Then she sank back on the mattress. She lay with her eyes squeezed shut for several minutes before she opened them. She looked down at the red stick of wax poking into the air from between her legs. She pulled it from her cunt and hurled it across the room to thud against the door.
Daphne moaned and shivered. She pulled the blanket over herself and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see any part of her sinful body. It was ugly to her all of a sudden.